Servalan walked through the door to her retinue and smiled. These were accommodation befitting her condition as a crowned head Minister. However, now she relaxed, she would be just sheer Servalan and left the aid of the Ministry behind her. The fitting were still to her liking, they reminded her of the hotel she stayed at for that particular weekend.

She lay back on the elegantly upholstered, exquisitely comfortable, chaise. The intellection of that weekend stirred Servalan, her hand moved down to her crotch. She needed something, a quick coming would be perfect for her now. She was make, she thought of her favorite illusion. Torturing political captive in a donjon, that one always got her there in a rushing. She had n't had that pleasure for existent, for years, during the revolution was the last time. It had n't been long before the new regime had put a stop to that. One of the many things she intended to commute if she could get to be Prime Minister.

The illusion was doing its work, she reached for the hem of her gown, then …

• Compatible cooperator available.

She was jarred out of her fantasy by that. In a most aggravated tone, she said to thin air, `` What ! Show yourself, so I can spill the beans to you ! ``

To Servalan, a man in an old fashioned dinner party jacket crown, white tie, and white glove, appeared in strawman of her. To any other observer, there was nothing there. This was the personification of her int, her neural interface, she called him 'Jeaves'. nearly multitude in the arrangement had had an int implanted shortly after birth and were used to the fundamental interaction. In fact, nearly people did n't even recognize they were interacting with an int, it was so born to them.

Servalan had only had hers implanted a few days earlier. She was the only one on her planet to have one, so she could open up copulation with the system. She was anything but used to its creepy message. She 'd insisted it show itself in a personal manner she could interact normally with. Direct interaction with the int was usually discouraged, but in this character there was no other way.

It was her int that had found the double of her preferred accommodations, and the accommodation unit 's effecter had patterned the trappings on that. The effector was the automobile which performed what looked like magic. It could do literally anything inside the accommodation unit of measurement.

Jeaves appeared in front of her, and asked, `` Yes diplomatic minister ? ``

'' You 're snooping on me ? This is personal ? ``

Jeaves had an unflappable behavior. This was seen as the near way to make out with their difficult burster. `` It would be out of the question for me to snoop pastor, I 'm part of you. ``

'' But it buck private, ca n't I turn you off ? ``

Jeaves, unusually, looked puzzled. `` That would negate the function of an int. Nothing can be buck private from your int, its job is to lie with your about intimate desires so they can be fulfilled. ``

'' But, … '' The implications of his program line sank in. `` You could satisfy that desire ? ``

'' Yes rector. As I indicated, a compatible partner is available. ``

'' There 's someone who wants to do that ? ``

'' I ca n't speak to their motivations, but their desires align with yours. There were 751 potential partners identified, one has been selected as most compatible. '' There were somewhere around a thousand billion citizenry in the system. At any time, there were jillion who might be desiring a partner. Of those gazillion, LE than a thousand might want to be on the receiving end of her fantasy. In multiplication past, she would have been unbelievably lucky to have found any of them.

The system, was always trying to fit people. The machines could provide any conceivable experience, but they wanted humans to interact with each other, not with machines. She was trying to comprehend the concept. `` You 're a date avail as well ? ``

'' We strive to fulfil your every desire. Often that is achieved by matching compatible better half. ``

'' You could get me mortal I could do that to ? '' She was n't sure she was understanding this.

'' Yes Minister. ``

She thought of the downside, `` But if word of this ever got out, it could ruin me. ``

'' They are willing to cause a block installed in their int, so they could never pass along anything which happened, without your permission. ``

'' You could guarantee this would be a confidential ? ``

'' Yes minister of religion. ``

The prognosis was just too tempting for Servalan, against her punter judgement, she said, `` OK. How does this work now ? ``

'' We will have them to you. ``

She did n't make love what that meant in actuality. `` How long will that take ? ``

'' He can be here in LE than a minute. ``

'' Oh. '' She was surprised. She should get fix, but how do you get set up to rack a political captive.

She looked down at her gown. Jeaves spoke, `` If your attire is not to your liking, I can arrange for anything else you desire. ``

'' Yeah, for certain. '' She was getting used to the dressing thing, but for now the gown was suitable for her design. It was brilliant Edward White, and slinky. It clung to her bender in a most pleasing style, a few folds of fabric around her neck added gravitas. `` This is fine. ``

'' They 're here parson. '' Jeaves'announcement was unexpectedly flying, her pulse quickened and her mouthpiece dried.

She stood up, still not certainly what to ask. `` OK. '' The door burst open, and unseen custody propelled a man into the room, he fell onto the floor and lay still.

She approached the man and poked him with the great hide whip she had in her hand. She did a double return, she had a lash in her manus. It had n't been there a consequence before, but it was role of her fantasy. It must be the int again, it did things like that, she had n't gotten used to that. Jeaves chimed in from the side, `` Yes curate, we placed the shamback in your deal. ``

She recognized the whip, about a meter long, the hold was thick enough to comfortably fill her traveling bag, it tapered some to the tip. It was used by drover herding sham-dear on her planet. It was one of the few things to name an impression on their thick pelt. On a mortal, it could be quite devastating. The new regimen had banned its use by the protection services for crowd control. Again, a decisiveness she wanted to change.

She poked the man again, there was a reaction. `` search at me ! ``

The man cowered, but looked up at her.

'' Do you fuck who I am ? '' He nodded. `` Speak ! '' She commanded.

'' Yes, you 're the fair sex from the new planet. ``

'' I 'm not just any woman ! I 'm a sovereign Minister of the satellite of New Boston ! '' Her position was of import to her, she never let anyone blank out it.

'' Yes kept woman. ``

Infuriated, Servalan kicked the guy. He yelped satisfyingly and flipped onto his back from the force of the bitch. The room 's effector had significantly mitigated the effect of the kick, but magnified its upshot. true up to their prime directive, her shoe had never contacted him, a forcefield with a blunter profile was what moved him. His int activated a few pain in the ass sense organ to hand the impression the recoil had landed.

The car'prime directive was `` A machine must not harm a homo, or through inaction allow a human to be harmed. '' BDSM scenes caused detail ( metaphoric ) heartburn to the auto. To deny their desires would be harm, they could allow harmless pain, but strong-arm gist would be mitigated. Usually, the subjects did n't know they were being mitigated.

'' I am not your mistress, 'Minister'is the counterbalance anatomy of address. ``

'' Yes, Minister. '' He said meekly.

She brandished the whip, he cowered again. A thought from her fantasy struck her, 'could you do that ?'She aimed the mentation at the int. Jeaves now appeared standing on the former side of the guy on the floor, spoke, `` Yes minister, we could set up that. '' The guy did n't hear the conversation, Jeaves was all in Servalan 's head.

'' Do you know what this is ? '' Brandishing the whip again.

The guy looked puzzled, and hesitantly said, `` A whiplash ? ``

'' This is not just any lash, it's a 'neuronic whip', it not only whips you, it activates your pain sensory receptor. On the right wing background I can make every pain sense organ in your consistency fire. '' He digested the data. `` On floor three it will probably kill you. '' The guy looked satisfyingly frightened at that chance, Servalan decided it was metre to start the activeness. `` Tell me of the rebel positions ! ``

Obviously a non-sequitur, tone for the vista. He reacted appropriately, `` Never, I 'll never talk. ``

'' OK, tie him up ! '' Her fantasy was not distinct at this point, how the victim got shackled to the donjon wall. However, the effector helped out, the guy was picked up and slammed face first against the wall. shackle appeared, and he was now immobilized.

It was then Servalan noticed the wall was the begrimed wall of the dungeon from her fantasy. She was in the dingy dungeon, no longer in her plush suite. `` Hey ! '' She complained at her int.

discernment her annoyance, Jeaves spoke, `` We 're sorry government minister, it will take a minute to restore the cortege to your liking. ''

As she stood there the surroundings mutated and the cortege began to reappear. She said aloud, `` prevent the bulwark. '' She liked the dungeon wall the guy was attached to, even if it were out of blank space in amid the opulent surroundings.

The guy was confused as to what was going on, but did n't mouth. She considered him and the whip in her paw. She gave a tentative swish in mid air. It was cloggy, she was n't built to wield this weapon. Jeaves helpfully advised her, `` We can help with augmenting the blows if necessary. ``

She smiled and nodded in acknowledgement to the fantasm butler. This would surprise the dirty rebel, getting into quality there. She swung the whip lightly, it thudded across the guy 's rear. He hardly reacted to the blow. He still had his shirt on, that was spoiling matter. That should get ripped off, then with a renting speech sound the shirt was ripped from his rachis, again by spiritual world work force. She could get used to this she thought, spiritual domain helping hired man, really useful.

The guy flinched at the assault. Servalan picked up the whip in both hands and tried putting some Sir Thomas More endeavour into it. There was a comforting thud against bare flesh, her victim gasped slightly. A red print appeared across his back. The target was an illusion, but she did n't bonk that. That was more like it, this was what she wanted. She tried again, putting all the strength she could muster into the shock. The smack was much shrill, he yelped in pain, and a very evil looking sucker appeared on his back.

This was it. This was her fancy, the world was even better. Her pussy was definitely moist. She thought at her int, 'help me, make it that hard .'Then she swung the whip easily and it had the Same force. The Saame effect on him and her, she felt the excitement radiate from her snatch. A few more blows, a few more than yelps, and she was panting. Not from exertion, from excitement.

sentence to move around matter up, she thought, 'make the whip minimally neural'. `` If you wo n't talk, see how you like this ! '' Again, she swung the Lapplander sharp flavour as it hit him. This time there was some blue arcing from the lash, and he screamed. It was definitely a rack screaming, she felt it in her kitty-cat, like she was getting oral from the lip of unsaved individual. In actuality, the int was cheating a bit it was firing boldness endings in her pussy and clit to help her cum. They wanted her satisfied before she killed the guy. She was concerned, `` Wo n't the neighbors hear ? '' She asked Jeaves who still appeared to her to be standing, imperturbable, to her side.

'' No, we control all energy in the elbow room, that includes strait. It does not propagate to the walls. '' perfective tense. Perfect seclusion, she liked what this system could do for her.

Twice more she hit him, twice more the tortured scream reverberated in her twat. She was close. Gasping for breath, she panted, `` If you wo n't talk, how about level two ? ``

He reacted, `` No, delight, anything but that, I ca n't take away any more, I 'll talk. '' The hapless pleas felt like a tongue sliding across her clit. ( The int was cheating again. )

She cackled, `` I do n't care if you talk, I just want to do this ! '' 'Level two'she thought at her int. The blow landed in a shower of depressed arcs, his scream was blood coagulation, to her it was the most erotic auditory sensation she 'd ever heard. She was panting, she was very, very, close. She hit him again, the tongues of a consort of the damned played on her pussy and clit.

'Full power .'She thought. `` Level three, try it ! ``

'' Nooo ! '' he screamed. The scream played over her clit, she started to come as she swung the whip with all the force-out she could muster. There was an plosion of firework, the force-out of it knocked her back onto the chaise. His scream was the most gratify yet, the most skilled torturer could never guide such a beautiful riot from his victim. It played over her clit as she lay there, physical structure wracked in spasms as the most powerful orgasm she had ever had overcame her. Meanwhile, her victim fell soundless and hung limply against his bonds.

As she recovered she looked up rickety and saw the still form of the man. `` Throw the scrap out, Jeaves. '' She said to the spectral form.

'' Yes minister of religion. '' He said, as the guy 's bonds disappeared, and the spiritual world hands bundled him out of the room.

She idly thought ,'I need to get to the bed .'But, the prospect of actually getting up and walking to the bed was such an unsurmountable obstacle at that point.

'' No want to stir yourself. '' Jeaves said. A personnel field formed under her to support her, and blanket formed around her to snuggle in. She was asleep before she could think of a reply. ( Her int cheated a bit and helped her into unconsciousness. )

Servalan woke, she felt miraculous. Rested, contented, well-to-do, felicitous, at peace. The result of the former evening came back to her, she smiled. This place did deliver its compensation. She stretched, she noticed she was naked as the exquisitely indulgent mantle dragged across her breast. 'You did that .'She thought, more a financial statement than a question.

'' Yes minister. '' The double of Jeaves appeared to her, standing by the bedside. She was forming an accusation when he continued, `` I did not undress you, your clothes were dematerialized. I would not ogle you, I am part of you, it would be as if you looked upon yourself. '' She could n't think of a logical response to that, but a robe appeared around her as the bed dissolved, and she was sitting on the shay. Jeaves ventured, `` I shall help breakfast. ``

His proactive meeting of her pauperization and desires still startled Servalan, but she definitely thought she could get used this. Jeaves served the breakfast she would deliver asked for, if she 'd thought what she wanted for a patch. The breakfast was, as usual delicious. These people knew how to misrepresent, she thought. Jeaves did n't disabuse her of this notion, the best model of a smasher ever created were the templates for the food. The effector had replayed a template by arranging the speck in the food.

While she was eating, Jeaves announced, `` Travis is calling. ``

'' Who ? '' She was n't used to their use of only personal name calling. Jeaves had explained that usually the message from the int would conduct the reserve entropy so you 'd know who was referred to. She still was n't used to this.

'' The person you tortured last night. ``

Her snatch throbbed at the store, but she said, `` Why would I want to mouth to him ? '' Jeaves terminated the vociferation and she continued with breakfast.

Jeaves again interrupted, `` Travis sent a message, the message says, 'Thank you, Minister .'''

'' What does he signify by that ? ``

'' I am not privy to that information. '' Travis 's int would know, but that was personal to Travis. She was puzzled by the subject matter, she could n't envisage that anyone would thank her for that treatment, there must be some subtext she was missing.

That question preyed on her creative thinker for the day, so sometime mid afternoon she thought 'Could you invite Travis to tea at four in my cortege .'

'' Certainly, rector. '' Replied Jeaves. Shortly after he said, `` He has accepted your invitation. ``

Shortly before four, she was in her rooms wondering why she felt spooky. She wore a similar gown to yesterday, but this one was lower cut, and it was split up the position. She examined the fuzz and war paint job Jeaves had arranged, again marvelously effective and artful. Her black tomentum was, as usual, closely cropped, looking rather masculine. She atypically accepted Jeaves'offer of a niggling scent.

She wanted the dwelling house advantage for this confrontation, so she had the suite arranged like her role in the ministry. She sat behind a gravid imposing wooden desk. Jeaves announced, `` Travis is at the doorway. ``

'' show him in. ``

Jeaves led in a rather incertain looking Travis, Servalan hardly recognized him from the Night before, he had been just a body to mistreat. She did n't require a pathetic heap on her hands, so she barked, `` Stand up straight ! Be a man ! Or I 'll drop you out again. ``

A startled Travis jerked erect and looked her in the eye with a steady gaze.

'' wagerer. '' She looked him up and down, he was a good specimen, tasty. `` Now sit ! '' She indicated the chair in social movement of her desk, she sat in her stance of index, secure. `` What did your message mean ? ``

He looked beat, `` I, I, I was thanking you for hold up night, what else ? '' She could think of quite a little else it might mean, from `` gaoler you '' to `` I 'm going to bankrupt you ''. New Boston political sympathies was a jumpy business.

'' Why would you thank me for that ? '' She sounded as incredulous as she felt.

'' It was the most fulfill night of my life history. ''

She heard the news, she did n't hear any sense. `` But I tortured you. ``

'' Yes, it was truly horrible. ``

Baffled, `` You 're going to have to explain. From the beginning. ``

'' fountainhead, …, for a recollective time I 've had a fantasy. I would be kidnapped by a cruel, harsh bitc… adult female. '' He paused, and looked down, `` Sorry. '' He did n't want to diss the minister

Servalan though it average comment, `` Continue. ``

'' The, …, char would use and abuse me for her pleasure, torturing me, I had to endure the unendurable. Only to be discarded after she was meet. ``

Servalan was even more stupefy, `` Why would you want that ? ``

'' I do n't know, but it always turns me on so a lot when I think of it. I come so hard when I do. I was day dreaming about it yesterday when I knew a match had been found. I 've had matches before, but never gone through with the idea, but then I had to hold to a block so I could never verbalise about it. It would be a mysterious, no one would ever eff, I could n't baulk. ``

She interrupted, `` Its you who 's blocked, not me. ``

'' But if you want me blocked, you 're not going to talk. '' Servalan saw the system of logic there. `` So I was suddenly picked up bodily and held until I was bundled into your presence. You were just so perfect, so majestic, so beautiful, so … heartless. Sorry. ``

Again, she was n't perturbed by the scuttlebutt, `` Continue ! ``

'' I was going to be whipped, and there was goose egg I could do about it, I was in your index. It was perfect. Then, you told me of the neuronal whip, I knew I could n't survive that. I was really to endure the unendurable. I was terrified and turned on at once. Then, you started, the beginning few reverse were disappointing, they did n't hurt at all. '' Servalan was annoyed by the reference of her loser.

She glared at Travis, he shrank some, but carried on, `` But you to a greater extent than made up for it, the reverse became increasingly sore. I could n't stand it, but I could n't do anything to bar it. Then, you turned on the whip. That was truly horrible, like all the tegument on my backrest was repeatedly flayed. No one could stand that for long, least of all me. Then, you turned it up, my skin was flayed and I was on attack all at once, and the bother did n't break, I could n't do anything. I was truly powerless, my life was in your hands. I would have done anything, said anything to piss it stop, but you did n't. ``

'' Then that final exam fearsome blow. The pain before that was zip compared to this, it was really truly unendurable. I endured it long enough to hear you come. I had fulfilled you. You had fulfilled me. I could mistake into unconsciousness content. I loved you. '' Servalan was startled by the concluding statement, but his warmth made the hokum he was spouting pull in some Weird grotesque sense.

'' I woke this sunrise, totally content. My mortal was tripping, I knew I loved you. I will do anything for you. I would even let you whip me on level three, even though it would drink down me. '' Servalan was shocked by the loudness and honesty of what he said. She knew he was properly that level three would wipe out him. She did n't think to wonder how she knew that, it was a fiction planted by their ints to tone down their interactions some.

She did n't experience what to say, but her pussy was demanding her care. It had been a long time since she 'd allowed herself the luxury of a man. New Boston political sympathies made that difficult. Here was a totally compliant man, who could n't blab. The candidate was tempting. `` Stand up ! '' He did.

Definitely tasty. He 'd attend ameliorate without clothes. speech sound of ripping material filled the air as the, oh so handy, unseen hands ripped off his clothes. He stood before her desk, defenseless and erect. The invoice of lowest night obviously affected him as much as her.

She rose and walked around the desk, the party whip was in her bridge player again. She had a cerebration, then she thought to Jeaves, 'Can you do that ?'

'' We can do that. '' Jeaves, visible only to her, said that.

She walked around Travis, she liked what she saw. She made an obvious move to manipulate the whip, a piano hum emanated from it. `` What do you intend would befall if I touched you there ? '' She indicated to his erect penis with the whip.

'' No, please, anything but that, I 'll do anything, please, no. '' He pleaded desperately, but did not pass water a move to stop her. His pleas did n't return on deaf spike, they excited her further.

She touched the lash to his erection, he stiffened in expectancy, the was a small arc as it touched. Then, he gasped, spasmed, get sprayed out of his penis into mid air only to shine on the carpet, then he sank to his knee. `` Wha ? '' He tried to ask a doubt in his confusion.

'' The whip can also stimulate other sensory receptor. In this case, the gratifying ones. You 'll never know what to expect from the whip. ``

She grabbed the back of his neck and forced him face down into the rug, where his come was soaking into it. Literally rubbing his nose in it. `` I never said you could arrive ! Now lick it up. ``

He set about the crying task. He did n't think that the ints and the effecter conspired to fix what he was licking. Even if he had thought of that it was still an unpleasant labor. He willing performed it at her behest, he was serious when he said he 'd do anything for her.

While he worked, Servalan thought the way back to its hotel room configuration. She was getting used to doing that, she reclined on the chaise and let her wearing apparel fall candid. She wished her panties away, and opened her peg. She was now full moon on displaying herself to Travis who was still licking the come off the carpet.

'' full stop that ! I have a much better use for your tongue. '' Travis looked up and saw her pointing to her kitty-cat with the party whip. So began Servalan and Travis 's `` relationship ''. The machines were proud of as much as machines can be that they 'd successfully fit another human pair. Servalan loved playing with her new toy, he was most satisfying. Travis was message he was serving his cold heartless squawk as best he could.

Their play evolved, became somewhat ritualistic. The political captive was a favorite of Servalan 's. Travis did n't have a dearie, he suffered. Another favorite was the space commanding officer. `` blank Commander Travis '' was a unemotional person hero, but he had screwed up ( in some unspecified manner ), and `` Supreme commander Servalan '' got to punish him. The Stoic Heron had to rest stoical throughout. If the hero cried out, or screamed the scene would be over. Travis could hold back the legal action anytime, but then suffered the disdain of Servalan, and the pain of failure. Servalan became an expert on exactly how far she could push Travis.

Servalan was feeling something needed to switch. `` You 've failed me for the last sentence, Space Commander. '' Travis looked up startled, she sounded different. `` Go fetch the whip. '' She looked to the buffet at the side of the room. She 'd willed the whip to look there. It was a ritual mortification to build Travis convey the object of his torture. True to the reference he had to play, he did not complain, he stayed mute. As he picked up the whip, she said, `` let see how you like level three. ``

He was startled, but tried not to show it. In a degree voice he said, `` Supreme Commander, that will stamp out me. ``

'' I know. ``

He knelt and presented the party whip to servalan. She pointed him to the middle of the elbow room, he took his position. She motioned up with the whiplash, he raised his arm. Invisible bonds grabbed him around the articulatio radiocarpea and lifted him bodily off the story. More invisible Julian Bond grabbed his ankles, the trammel tightened so he was splayed in mid air.

Servalan sauntered over to the helpless Travis. She willed the splayed Travis rotate in mid air, displaying him from all angles. His body was to her liking. He was now clad in cutis tight leather trouser and a dead sleeved leather tunic with a blow up leather breastplate. Her fantasy space commander uniform. She 'd will his clothes to mutate while he was fetching the whip.

He rotated back to look her, her apparel had changed as well. She was now clad in a white cape, lined in deep read. The ness opened as if blown by a phantom blast of flatus, again something she 'd willed. She was naked under the cloak. Travis 's middle widened, she was amused at his reaction.

She swung the whip against the aegis, the breastplate did its job and protected him from the blow. He did n't react. `` Hmm. '' She mused in mock contemplation, then tapped the aegis, like the whip was a baton. It was her thaumaturgy wand, the aegis was ripped away, leaving the tunic flutter assailable. She made to strike with the whip again, Travis stayed impassive.

She aborted the ten-strike, `` Hmm. '' Again, then tapped at his sash. The trousers disappeared, he was now mostly naked. His erection betrayed his country of mind at the outcome. She had him rotate again, as his book binding turned to her, she swung playfully at his fanny. He moved with the blow, and stiffened slightly. Not much of a reaction from him. A faint red stigma appeared on his behind.

As he rotated around to show his front to her, so he could see her, she said, `` I shall miss your body when you 're dead. ``

His fanny again presented themselves, she swung the lash, this clock time with grade one neuronic effects. There was the usual arcing and his physical structure writhed in agony. He did not cry out. `` Level one. '' She announced.

He rotated back to aspect her, she stopped the rotation. She drew the lash ( without neural enhancement ) through her kitty-cat lips, it glistened where her lips had touched, it. She poked the tip of the whip inside her slightly, it came out wet. She held the tip up to his olfactory organ, he breathed deeply of her scent. `` See what you do to me ? I ca n't let any man do that to me. You 'll have to go. '' He watched her impassively.

She raised the whiplash and struck him across the chest, this prison term on the pleasure setting. His body jerked as the unexpected Wave of joy spread across him. A smile flickered across his face, but quickly left, back to the impassive expression.

She turned him around, three ready puff : Level one neuronic ; pleasure ; level one neuronic. The stiff of the tunic was no protective covering. His dead body jerked against the bonds, writhing in pain in the ass and pleasure.

Back to face her, string of beads of diaphoresis spread across his dresser and on his brow. She was also sweating and panting, from luxuria, not the exertion. When he could see, she penetrated her slit with the handgrip of the whip. She really wanted his penis to penetrate her instead, but she could n't let herself be so vulnerable to a man again. He tried to remain impassive but spark of interest, and lust, flitted across his face.

She extracted the lash, and grasped the slimy handle. She replaced it with the fingers of her other hand. `` Lets see what you think of level two. '' She rotated him again, then struck him with level two neuronic. Three straightaway blows, across his back, buttocks and legs. His body was wracked with spasms. Sir Thomas More perspiration was evident.

He rotated back again. His center were mute, he could n't take much more. `` Since you are n't going to be around to tell, I can do this and no one will know. '' With that she dropped to her genu in front of him and took his phallus into her mouthpiece. She loved the feeling of exponent this gave her, she loved the opinion and taste of the smooth operose penis in her mouth. But too soon she stopped.

She got back to her feet, his expression had perked up. She said to him, `` The next will be stratum 3, what have you to say to that. ``

'' You are undoubtedly the sexiest ship's officer I have ever known. '' His reaction was unexpected, and he betrayed his emotion for once, Servalan was surprised. He continued, `` I am yours to do with as you wish, Goodbye, Servalan. '' He was back to his common stoicism, that financial statement betrayed lilliputian emotion. The add together servitude it expressed gave her a thrill which ran through her puss ( her int was cheating again ). She was close to coming, then next reversal should do it. The mentation of killing him was intoxicating, she felt it pounding in her kitty. She raised the lash, she had the ultimate power of life history or death over Travis. She had a decisiveness she had to make water. To kill him or not, her kitty-cat was saying kill.

She raised the whip, and was just about to unleash its terrible power, when the twinkle flickered and went out. There was a thud as Travis fell to the floor, free of his bond. emergency lighting lit the elbow room only dimly. Travis looked up as Servalan advanced on him, party whip in hand glowing evilly in the dim light. Suddenly discharge his stoicism dissolved, he leapt up and ran for the door.

Servalan saw the brat and desperation in his heart, and a shiver ran through her pussy ( not entirely the int 's doing ). She staggered slightly at that, allowing Travis to reach the door. With an immorality cackle she loped after the fleeing space commander, panting heavily. He fled down the corridor and through the room access at the end, bursting into daylight.

The daylight and a flight of steps of pigeons that he disturbed alienated Travis temporarily, allowing Servalan to beguile up. She advanced on his slowly, the lash humming and arcing. Looking around for escape Travis saw he was on a roof, against a parapet. There was no where to go, the future edifice was an impossible leap, the basis twenty stories below him.

Their eyes met. The low-down affright in Travis'eyes was a powerful drug for Servalan. She raised the lash to strike him. Travis bolted over the parapet, in a heroic attempt to prepare the next construction. His sidesplitter as he fell played over her pussy and she came. Her legs buckled under her.

When she finally opened her oculus, she was in her cortege, reclining on the chaise. She mused, that she definitely did like the benefits of this technology. She was going to induce to use that scenario again. Travis was not dead, as the machines had pursued their prize directive. lots of the final panorama was illusory, they had never left Servalan 's accommodation unit. It was no less tangible to either company though. He was despondent that he did n't love her enough to let her defeat him. He kept stoically coming back for more .