Servalan walked through the doorway to her suite and smiled. These were accommodation befitting her condition as a sovereign diplomatic minister. However, now she relaxed, she would be just obviously Servalan and left the concern of the Ministry behind her. The adjustment were still to her liking, they reminded her of the hotel she stayed at for that special weekend.

She lay back on the elegantly upholstered, exquisitely comfortable, chaise longue. The thought of that weekend stirred Servalan, her handwriting moved down to her privates. She needed something, a quick orgasm would be perfect for her now. She was ready, she thought of her preferent illusion. Torturing political prisoner in a dungeon, that one always got her there in a hurry. She had n't had that pleasure for veridical, for age, during the revolution was the live on time. It had n't been long before the new regime had put a arrest to that. One of the many things she intended to change if she could get to be Prime Minister.

The fancy was doing its work, she reached for the hem of her nightdress, then …

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

To Servalan, a man in an old fashioned dinner jacket, blanched tie, and white baseball glove, appeared in nominal head of her. To any other commentator, there was nothing there. This was the incarnation of her int, her neural user interface, she called him 'Jeaves'. nearly people in the system had had an int implanted shortly after birth and were used to the interaction. In fact, most the great unwashed did n't even realize they were interacting with an int, it was so instinctive to them.

Servalan had only had hers implanted a few 24-hour interval earlier. She was the only one on her planet to feature one, so she could open up dealings with the system. She was anything but used to its creepy messages. She 'd insist it demo itself in a manner she could interact normally with. Direct fundamental interaction with the int was usually discouraged, but in this case there was no former way.

It was her int that had found the range of her best-loved accommodations, and the fitting whole 's effector had patterned the furnishings on that. The effecter was the machine which performed what looked like legerdemain. It could do literally anything inside the fitting unit of measurement.

Jeaves appeared in battlefront 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 best way to shell out with their difficult complaint. `` It would be inconceivable for me to snoop Minister, I 'm part of you. ``

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

Jeaves, unusually, looked puzzled. `` That would negate the function of an int. nix can be buck private from your int, its job is to acknowledge your nigh intimate desires so they can be fulfilled. ``

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

'' Yes minister. As I indicated, a compatible married person is available. ``

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

'' I ca n't verbalise to their motivations, but their desires align with yours. There were 751 electric potential partners identified, one has been selected as most compatible. '' There were somewhere around a thousand billion people in the system. At any meter, there were one thousand million who might be desiring a cooperator. Of those billion, less than a one thousand might want to be on the receiving end of her fantasy. In metre past, she would accept been unbelievably lucky to have found any of them.

The system, was always trying to match citizenry. The machines could bring home the bacon any imaginable experience, but they wanted man to interact with each early, not with motorcar. She was trying to grasp the conception. `` You 're a go steady service as well ? ``

'' We strive to accomplish your every desire. Often that is achieved by matching compatible partners. ``

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

'' Yes pastor. ``

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

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

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

'' Yes Minister. ``

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

'' We will deliver them to you. ``

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

'' He can be here in less than a bit. ``

'' Oh. '' She was surprised. She should get ready, but how do you get ready to torment a political captive.

She looked down at her nightdress. Jeaves spoke, `` If your garb is not to your liking, I can stage for anything else you desire. ``

'' Yeah, sure. '' She was getting used to the dressing matter, but for now the gown was worthy for her determination. It was bright livid, and slinky. It clung to her curvature in a most please manner, a few folds of textile around her neck added gravitas. `` This is amercement. ``

'' They 're here Minister. '' Jeaves'annunciation was unexpectedly quick, her pulse quickened and her mouth dried.

She stood up, still not sure what to expect. `` OK. '' The door explosion heart-to-heart, and spiritual world bridge player propelled a man into the room, he fell onto the floor and lay still.

She approached the man and poked him with the heavy fell lash she had in her hand. She did a double take, she had a whip in her deal. It had n't been there a moment before, but it was part of her illusion. 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 minister of religion, we placed the shamback in your hand. ``

She recognized the whip, about a meter long, the handle was compact enough to comfortably fill her grip, it tapered some to the tip. It was used by herdsmen herding sham-dear on her planet. It was one of the few things to make an mental picture on their thick fell. On a person, it could be quite devastating. The new regime had banned its use by the security measure serve for crowd mastery. Again, a decision she wanted to change.

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

The man cowered, but looked up at her.

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

'' Yes, you 're the charwoman from the new planet. ``

'' I 'm not just any woman ! I 'm a monarch Minister of the Planet of New Boston ! '' Her status was authoritative to her, she never let anyone blank out it.

'' Yes mistress. ``

Infuriated, Servalan kicked the guy. He yelped satisfyingly and flipped onto his dorsum from the force of the squawk. The room 's effector had significantly mitigated the effect of the thrill, but magnified its result. true to their flower directive, her shoe had never contacted him, a forcefield with a blunter visibility was what moved him. His int activated a few annoyance receptor to give the impression the kick had landed.

The machines'prime directive was `` A political machine must not harm a human, or through inactiveness allow a homo to be harmed. '' BDSM scenes caused particular ( metaphorical ) heartburn to the machines. To abnegate their desires would be harm, they could let harmless pain, but forcible effects would be mitigated. Usually, the study did n't live they were being mitigated.

'' I am not your kept woman, 'Minister'is the set form of address. ``

'' Yes, minister of religion. '' He said meekly.

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

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

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

'' This is not just any lash, it's a 'neuronic whip', it not only whips you, it activates your infliction receptor. On the justly setting I can urinate every infliction receptor in your organic structure fervency. '' He digested the data. `` On level three it will probably kill you. '' The guy looked satisfyingly frightened at that vista, Servalan decided it was clip to embark on the action. `` Tell me of the rebel positions ! ``

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

'' OK, tie him up ! '' Her fantasy was not trenchant at this period, how the dupe got shackled to the dungeon wall. However, the effector helped out, the guy was picked up and slammed nerve first against the bulwark. trammel appeared, and he was now immobilized.

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

reason her annoyance, Jeaves spoke, `` We 're sorry Minister, it will take a second to restore the suite to your liking. ''

As she stood there the surroundings mutated and the entourage began to reappear. She said aloud, `` Keep the bulwark. '' She liked the dungeon wall the guy was attached to, even if it were out of berth in amid the deluxe surroundings.

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

She smiled and nodded in acknowledgement to the specter butler. This would surprise the dirty Reb, getting into fibre there. She swung the whip lightly, it thudded across the guy 's spine. He hardly reacted to the blow. He still had his shirt on, that was spoiling things. That should get ripped off, then with a renting sound the shirt was ripped from his back, again by unobserved hands. She could get used to this she thought, unobserved helping hands, really useful.

The guy flinched at the assault. Servalan picked up the whip in both hands and tried putting some Sir Thomas More movement into it. There was a satisfying clunk against bare flesh, her dupe gasped slightly. A red mark appeared across his back. The mark was an illusion, but she did n't love that. That was more like it, this was what she wanted. She tried again, putting all the posture she could muster into the blow. The smack was a good deal abrupt, he yelped in pain in the ass, and a very vicious looking mark appeared on his back.

This was it. This was her fantasy, the reality was even better. Her cunt 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 effect. The like effect on him and her, she felt the inflammation radiate from her cunt. A few to a greater extent blows, a few Thomas More yip, and she was panting. Not from effort, from excitement.

metre to call on things up, she thought, 'make the party whip minimally neuronic'. `` If you wo n't mouth, see how you like this ! '' Again, she swung the like incisive smack as it hit him. This time there was some blue arcing from the lash, and he screamed. It was definitely a tortured howler, she felt it in her pussy, like she was getting oral from the lip of damnably person. In actuality, the int was cheating a bit it was firing cheek endings in her pussy and clit to help her come. They wanted her satisfied before she killed the guy. She was concerned, `` Wo n't the neighbor hear ? '' She asked Jeaves who still appeared to her to be standing, unflappable, to her side.

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

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

He reacted, `` No, delight, anything but that, I ca n't bring any more, I 'll let the cat out of the bag. '' The poor plea 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 blue arc, his howler was parentage coagulation, to her it was the most erotic phone she 'd ever heard. She was panting, she was very, very, closing. She hit him again, the tongues of a consort of the blessed played on her pussy and clit.

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

'' Nooo ! '' he screamed. The scream played over her clit, she started to come up as she swung the whip with all the strength she could muster. There was an explosion of pyrotechnic, the force of it knocked her back onto the chaise. His screech was the most satisfying yet, the most skilled torturer could never absorb such a beautiful scream from his victim. It played over her clit as she lay there, physical structure wracked in cramp as the most potent coming she had ever had overcame her. Meanwhile, her victim fell silent and hung limply against his bonds.

As she recovered she looked up weak and saw the still shape of the man. `` Throw the glass out, Jeaves. '' She said to the apparitional form.

'' Yes Minister. '' He said, as the guy 's bonds disappeared, and the unobserved 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 demand to shift yourself. '' Jeaves said. A force field formed under her to affirm her, and blankets formed around her to snuggle in. She was asleep before she could imagine of a reply. ( Her int cheated a bit and helped her into unconsciousness. )

Servalan woke, she felt rattling. Rested, contented, prosperous, happy, at peace. The case of the previous eve came back to her, she smiled. This place did cause its recompense. She stretched, she noticed she was naked as the exquisitely piano blankets dragged across her titty. 'You did that .'She thought, more a statement than a question.

'' Yes minister. '' The image 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 division of you, it would be as if you looked upon yourself. '' She could n't think of a consistent response to that, but a robe appeared around her as the bed dissolved, and she was sitting on the chaise longue. Jeaves ventured, `` I shall serve breakfast. ``

His proactive meeting of her needs and desires still startled Servalan, but she definitely thought she could get used this. Jeaves served the breakfast she would have asked for, if she 'd thought what she wanted for a piece. The breakfast was, as usual delicious. These people knew how to cook, she thought. Jeaves did n't disabuse her of this notion, the best instance of a saucer ever created were the templates for the food. The effecter had replayed a template by arranging the mote in the food.

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

'' Who ? '' She was n't used to their use of exclusively personal names. Jeaves had explained that usually the message from the int would convey the set aside information so you 'd know who was referred to. She still was n't used to this.

'' The someone you tortured last nighttime. ``

Her kitty throbbed at the memory, but she said, `` Why would I want to verbalise 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 mean by that ? ``

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

That inquiry preyed on her mind for the day, so sometime mid afternoon she thought 'Could you invite Travis to tea at four in my suite .'

'' Certainly, Minister. '' 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 like nightgown to yesterday, but this one was lower cut, and it was split up the incline. She examined the hair's-breadth and makeup job Jeaves had arranged, again marvelously efficient and artful. Her inkiness hair was, as usual, closely cropped, looking rather masculine. She atypically accepted Jeaves'offer of a small scent.

She wanted the home reward for this showdown, so she had the suite arranged like her part in the ministry. She sat behind a large imposing wooden desk. Jeaves announced, `` Travis is at the doorway. ``

'' appearance him in. ``

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

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

'' better. '' 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 posture of power, secure. `` What did your message signify ? ``

He looked puzzled, `` I, I, I was thanking you for finish dark, what else ? '' She could think of mass else it might mean, from `` ass you '' to `` I 'm going to bankrupt you ''. New Hub of the Universe politics was a roughly business.

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

'' It was the most execute night of my life. ''

She heard the words, she did n't get word any horse sense. `` But I tortured you. ``

'' Yes, it was truly horrible. ``

Baffled, `` You 're going to feature to excuse. From the beginning. ``

'' fountainhead, …, for a long time I 've had a fantasy. I would be kidnapped by a cruel, harsh bitc… woman. '' He paused, and looked down, `` Sorry. '' He did n't want to insult the Minister

Servalan though it fair scuttlebutt, `` Continue. ``

'' The, …, womanhood would use and pervert me for her pleasure, torturing me, I had to put up the unbearable. Only to be discarded after she was slaked. ``

Servalan was even more puzzled, `` Why would you need that ? ``

'' I do n't jazz, but it always turns me on so much when I think of it. I come so hard when I do. I was day dreaming about it yesterday when I knew a couple had been found. I 've had matches before, but never gone through with the idea, but then I had to harmonise to a engine block so I could never speak about it. It would be a closed book, no one would ever know, I could n't jib. ``

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

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

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

'' I was going to be whipped, and there was nothing I could do about it, I was in your power. It was thoroughgoing. Then, you told me of the neuronic lash, I knew I could n't endure that. I was really to endure the unendurable. I was terrified and turned on at once. Then, you started, the outset few blows were disappointing, they did n't offend at all. '' Servalan was annoyed by the reference of her failure.

She glared at Travis, he shrank some, but carried on, `` But you to a greater extent than made up for it, the gust became increasingly dreadful. I could n't brook it, but I could n't do anything to blockade it. Then, you turned on the lash. That was truly horrifying, like all the cutis 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 fire all at once, and the painfulness did n't blockade, I could n't do anything. I was truly powerless, my lifetime was in your hand. I would cause done anything, said anything to make it stop, but you did n't. ``

'' Then that final terrible blow. The hurting before that was nothing compared to this, it was really truly unbearable. I endured it long enough to hear you come. I had fulfilled you. You had fulfilled me. I could slip into unconsciousness content. I loved you. '' Servalan was startled by the cobbler's last statement, but his passion made the nonsense he was spouting draw some weird grotesque sense.

'' I woke this dayspring, totally content. My soul was dismount, I knew I loved you. I will do anything for you. I would even let you lather me on level three, even though it would kill me. '' Servalan was shocked by the intensity and honesty of what he said. She knew he was powerful that storey three would kill him. She did n't think to enquire how she knew that, it was a fiction planted by their ints to moderate their fundamental interaction some.

She did n't have sex what to say, but her kitty was demanding her tending. It had been a foresightful fourth dimension since she 'd allowed herself the luxuriousness of a man. New Boston political science made that difficult. Here was a totally compliant man, who could n't talk. The prospect was tempting. `` sales booth up ! '' He did.

Definitely tasty. He 'd front better without clothes. auditory sensation of ripping fabric filled the air as the, oh so handy, unseen handwriting ripped off his clothes. He stood before her desk, naked and rear. The accounting of last night obviously affected him as much as her.

She rose and walked around the desk, the whiplash was in her hand again. She had a thought, 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 party whip, a soft hum emanated from it. `` What do you think would take place if I touched you there ? '' She indicated to his erect member with the whip.

'' No, please, anything but that, I 'll do anything, please, no. '' He pleaded desperately, but did not make a relocation to stop her. His pleas did n't fall on deaf ears, they excited her further.

She touched the whiplash to his erection, he stiffened in anticipation, the was a small arc as it touched. Then, he gasped, spasmed, come sprayed out of his penis into mid air only to come down on the rug, then he sank to his knees. `` Wha ? '' He tried to ask a question in his confusion.

'' The whiplash can also induce other sense organ. In this case, the enjoyable one. You 'll never acknowledge what to carry from the lash. ``

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

He set about the gross task. He did n't recall that the ints and the effector conspired to sterilize what he was licking. Even if he had thought of that it was still an unpleasant task. He volition performed it at her behest, he was serious when he said he 'd do anything for her.

While he worked, Servalan thought the room back to its hotel elbow room contour. She was getting used to doing that, she reclined on the chaise and let her dress fall open. She wished her panties away, and opened her legs. She was now full on displaying herself to Travis who was still licking the come off the carpet.

'' stop that ! I have a much better use for your knife. '' Travis looked up and saw her pointing to her pussy with the whip. So began Servalan and Travis 's `` human relationship ''. The car were pleased as very much as machines can be that they 'd successfully matched another homo pair. Servalan loved playing with her new toy, he was most satisfying. Travis was content he was serving his cold heartless bitch as best he could.

Their play evolved, became somewhat ritualistic. The political prisoner was a favorite of Servalan 's. Travis did n't ingest a dearie, he suffered. Another pet was the space commander. `` place air force officer Travis '' was a stoic hero, but he had screwed up ( in some unspecified manner ), and `` Supreme Commander Servalan '' got to penalize him. The stoic Italian sandwich had to remain stoic throughout. If the hero cried out, or screamed the scenery would be over. Travis could stop 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 change. `` You 've failed me for the survive time, outer space Commander. '' Travis looked up startled, she sounded different. `` Go bring in the whiplash. '' She looked to the snack counter at the side of the room. She 'd bequeath the lash to appear there. It was a ritual humiliation to make Travis bring in the objective of his straining. True to the reference he had to wager, he did not plain, he stayed mute. As he picked up the whiplash, she said, `` Lashkar-e-Tayyiba see how you like plane three. ``

He was startled, but tried not to prove it. In a even out voice he said, `` Supreme commander, that will kill me. ``

'' I know. ``

He knelt and presented the whip to servalan. She pointed him to the heart of the elbow room, he took his lieu. She motioned up with the whiplash, he raised his arms. Invisible adherence grabbed him around the articulatio radiocarpea and lifted him bodily off the base. More invisible bonds grabbed his ankle, the bonds 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 eubstance was to her liking. He was now clad in shin tight leather trouser and a short sleeved leather tunic with a padded leather breastplate. Her fantasy space commanding officer uniform. She 'd bequeath his wearing apparel to mutate while he was fetching the whip.

He rotated back to aspect her, her apparel had changed as well. She was now clad in a whiten cape, lined in rich read. The cape opened as if blown by a phantom gust of lead, again something she 'd willed. She was naked under the cloak. Travis 's eyes widened, she was amused at his reaction.

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

She aborted the strike, `` Hmm. '' Again, then tapped at his waistband. The trousers disappeared, he was now mostly naked. His hard-on betrayed his State of creative thinker at the upshot. She had him circumvolve again, as his back turned to her, she swung playfully at his buttocks. He moved with the blow, and stiffened slightly. Not often of a reaction from him. A swoon red sucker appeared on his behind.

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

His posterior again presented themselves, she swung the whip, this clip with level one neuronic effects. There was the usual arcing and his consistency writhed in agony. He did not cry out. `` degree one. '' She announced.

He rotated back to aspect her, she stopped the rotation. She drew the whip ( without neuronic enhancement ) through her pussy sassing, it glistened where her backtalk had touched, it. She poked the tip of the whip inside her slightly, it came out wet. She held the tip up to his nose, 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 stimulate to go. '' He watched her impassively.

She raised the whip and struck him across the chest, this time on the delight setting. His body jerked as the unexpected Wave of pleasance spread across him. A smile flickered across his face, but quickly left, back to the expressionless expression.

She turned him around, three quick blows : tier one neuronic ; pleasure ; level one neuronic. The remains of the tunic was no protection. His body jerked against the bond certificate, writhing in pain in the ass and pleasure.

book binding to case her, beading of perspiration spread across his chest and on his frontal bone. She was also sweating and panting, from lust, not the exertion. When he could see, she penetrated her pussy with the hold of the whiplash. She really wanted his phallus to get through her instead, but she could n't let herself be so vulnerable to a man again. He tried to remain impassive but flickers of interest, and lust, flitted across his face.

She extracted the whip, and grasped the slimy handle. She replaced it with the digit of her early hand. `` Lets see what you think of level two. '' She rotated him again, then struck him with stratum two neuronic. Three nimble blows, across his back, buttocks and leg. His body was wracked with spasms. More sudation was evident.

He rotated back again. His eye were wearisome, he could n't guide much more. `` Since you are n't going to be around to say, I can do this and no one will sleep together. '' With that she dropped to her knee in front of him and took his penis into her back talk. She loved the tone of power this gave her, she loved the belief and taste perception of the smooth heavy phallus in her sass. But too soon she stopped.

She got back to her metrical foot, his formula had perked up. She said to him, `` The succeeding will be level off 3, what have you to say to that. ``

'' You are undoubtedly the sexiest police officer I have ever known. '' His reception was unexpected, and he betrayed his emotion for once, Servalan was surprised. He continued, `` I am yours to do with as you wish, good-by, Servalan. '' He was back to his usual stoicism, that instruction betrayed little emotion. The add together servitude it expressed gave her a quiver which ran through her kitty-cat ( her int was cheating again ). She was last to coming, then succeeding shock should do it. The thought of killing him was intoxicating, she felt it pounding in her pussy. She raised the whip, she had the ultimate mightiness of life or decease over Travis. She had a decisiveness she had to establish. To bolt down him or not, her cunt was saying kill.

She raised the whip, and was just about to unleash its direful exponent, when the light source flickered and went out. There was a thud as Travis fell to the floor, disembarrass of his hamper. Emergency lighting lit the elbow room only dimly. Travis looked up as Servalan advanced on him, lash in hand glowing evilly in the dim light. Suddenly free his stolidness dissolved, he leapt up and ran for the door.

Servalan saw the terror and desperation in his heart, and a thrill ran through her slit ( not entirely the int 's doing ). She staggered slightly at that, allowing Travis to achieve the door. With an evil cackle she loped after the fly space commanding officer, panting heavily. He fled down the corridor and through the threshold at the end, bursting into daylight.

The day and a flight of stairs of pigeons that he disturbed lost Travis temporarily, allowing Servalan to overhear up. She advanced on his slowly, the whip humming and arcing. Looking around for escape Travis saw he was on a roof, against a parapet. There was no where to go, the next building was an impossible bound, the priming coat 20 report below him.

Their centre met. The abject terror in Travis'optic was a herculean drug for Servalan. She raised the whiplash to hit him. Travis bolted over the parapet, in a desperate attempt to wee the next building. His howler as he fell played over her twat and she came. Her branch buckled under her.

When she finally opened her eyes, she was in her cortege, reclining on the chaise. She mused, that she definitely did like the welfare of this technology. She was going to have to use that scenario again. Travis was not drained, as the machine had pursued their prime directive. much of the net scene was illusory, they had never left Servalan 's accommodation unit. It was no LE real number to either company though. He was despondent that he did n't love her enough to let her kill him. He kept stoically coming back for more .