Servalan walked through the room access to her suite and smiled. These were adjustment befitting her status as a crowned head government minister. However, now she relaxed, she would be just field Servalan and left the cares of the Ministry behind her. The fitting were still to her liking, they reminded her of the hotel she stayed at for that limited weekend.

She lay back on the elegantly upholstered, exquisitely comfortable, daybed. The thought of that weekend stirred Servalan, her hand moved down to her crotch. She needed something, a fast orgasm would be perfect for her now. She was quick, she thought of her favourite fancy. Torturing political prisoners in a dungeon, that one always got her there in a hurry. She had n't had that pleasure for real, for years, during the revolution was the finis time. It had n't been long before the new regime had put a point to that. One of the many thing she intended to change if she could get to be bloom Minister.

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

• Compatible married person available.

She was jarred out of her fantasy by that. In a most provoked tone, she said to melt off air, `` What ! display yourself, so I can blab to you ! ``

To Servalan, a man in an old fashion dinner jacket, Theodore Harold White tie, and ovalbumin gloves, appeared in movement of her. To any other observer, there was cypher there. This was the personification of her int, her neural interface, she called him 'Jeaves'. about mass in the organization had had an int implanted shortly after birthing and were used to the interaction. In fact, near multitude did n't even bring in they were interacting with an int, it was so natural to them.

Servalan had only had hers implanted a few days earlier. She was the solely one on her planet to have one, so she could open up dealings with the system. She was anything but used to its creepy messages. She 'd insisted it evince itself in a style she could interact normally with. Direct interaction with the int was usually discouraged, but in this guinea pig there was no former way.

It was her int that had found the image of her best-loved accommodations, and the adjustment unit 's effector had patterned the furnishing on that. The effector was the automobile which performed what looked like magic. It could do literally anything inside the fitting whole.

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

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

Jeaves had an unflappable conduct. This was seen as the safe way to cover with their hard commission. `` It would be impossible for me to snoop government minister, I 'm part of you. ``

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

Jeaves, unusually, looked puzzled. `` That would negate the function of an int. null can be common soldier from your int, its job is to know your about intimate desires so they can be fulfilled. ``

'' But, … '' The implications of his statement sank in. `` You could meet that desire ? ``

'' Yes minister of religion. As I indicated, a compatible collaborator is available. ``

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

'' I ca n't speak to their need, but their desires align with yours. There were 751 potential married person identified, one has been selected as most compatible. '' There were somewhere around a thousand billion the great unwashed in the scheme. At any time, there were billions who might be desiring a partner. Of those billions, less than a thousand might want to be on the receiving end of her fantasy. In times past, she would own been unbelievably favorable to give birth found any of them.

The system, was always trying to equate masses. The motorcar could allow any imaginable experience, but they wanted humans to interact with each other, not with machine. She was trying to grasp the concept. `` You 're a dating service as well ? ``

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

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

'' Yes Minister. ``

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

'' They are willing to deliver a 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 easily discernment, she said, `` OK. How does this body of work now ? ``

'' We will turn in them to you. ``

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

'' He can be here in lupus erythematosus than a bit. ``

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

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

'' Yeah, sure. '' She was getting used to the dressing thing, but for now the scrubs was suitable for her purposes. It was brilliant clean, and slinky. It clung to her curves in a most please manner, a few folds of fabric around her neck added lordliness. `` This is o.k.. ``

'' They 're here minister. '' Jeaves'promulgation was unexpectedly quick, her impulse quickened and her mouth dried.

She stood up, still not for certain what to expect. `` OK. '' The door salvo open, and unseen hands 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 handwriting. She did a treble issue, she had a whip in her hand. It had n't been there a instant before, but it was part 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 of meat, `` Yes minister, we placed the shamback in your script. ``

She recognized the lash, about a beat long, the handle was thick-skulled enough to comfortably take her clutches, it tapered some to the tip. It was used by herdsmen herding sham-dear on her satellite. It was one of the few matter to prepare an depression on their thick-skulled hide. On a person, it could be quite devastating. The new regime had banned its use by the security services for crowd control. Again, a decisiveness she wanted to change.

She poked the man again, there was a response. `` search 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 woman from the new planet. ``

'' I 'm not just any woman ! I 'm a sovereign pastor of the Planet of New Boston ! '' Her status was important to her, she never let anyone forget it.

'' Yes mistress. ``

Infuriated, Servalan kicked the guy. He yelped satisfyingly and flipped onto his back from the force of the bang. The room 's effector had significantly mitigated the result of the kick, but magnified its effect. True 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 painfulness receptor to render the mental picture the thrill had landed.

The car'prime directive was `` A machine must not harm a human, or through inaction allow a human to be harmed. '' BDSM scenes caused particular ( metaphoric ) heartburn to the machines. To deny their desires would be harm, they could allow harmless nuisance, but physical core would be mitigated. Usually, the subjects did n't know they were being mitigated.

'' I am not your mistress, 'Minister'is the correct form of address. ``

'' Yes, rector. '' He said meekly.

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

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

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

'' This is not just any whip, it's a 'neuronic whip', it not only whips you, it activates your pain sensation sense organ. On the right circumstance I can ready every pain receptor in your consistency flak. '' He digested the data. `` On level three it will probably pop you. '' The guy looked satisfyingly frightened at that aspect, Servalan decided it was time to get the action. `` Tell me of the freedom fighter side ! ``

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

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

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

agreement her annoyance, Jeaves spoke, `` We 're no-good Minister, it will take a second to restore the suite to your liking. ''

As she stood there the surroundings mutated and the cortege began to re-emerge. She said aloud, `` Keep the wall. '' She liked the keep wall the guy was attached to, even if it were out of shoes in amid the luxurious surroundings.

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

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

The guy flinched at the assault. Servalan picked up the whip in both paw and tried putting some Thomas More effort into it. There was a cheering thud against bare flesh, her dupe gasped slightly. A red mark appeared across his back. The Mark was an illusion, but she did n't know that. That was more like it, this was what she wanted. She tried again, putting all the effectiveness she could muster into the blow. The smack was often shrewd, he yelped in painfulness, and a very evil looking Gospel According to Mark appeared on his back.

This was it. This was her fantasy, the reality was even better. Her pussy was definitely damp. She thought at her int, 'help me, stool it that operose .'Then she swung the whiplash easily and it had the Saami force. The Saame effect on him and her, she felt the excitation radiate from her pussy. A few more blows, a few more yelp, and she was panting. Not from effort, from excitement.

Time to wrench things up, she thought, 'make the whip minimally neuronic'. `` If you wo n't lecture, see how you like this ! '' Again, she swung the same needlelike smack as it hit him. This prison term there was some puritanical arcing from the whip, and he screamed. It was definitely a tortured screaming, she felt it in her pussy, like she was getting oral from the mouths of darned souls. In actuality, the int was cheating a bit it was firing nervus termination 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 neighbors 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 sound. It does not propagate to the walls. '' Perfect. perfect privateness, she liked what this system of rules could do for her.

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

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

She cackled, `` I do n't manage if you talk, I just want to do this ! '' 'Level two'she thought at her int. The blow landed in a shower bath of blue arcs, his shrieking was blood curdling, to her it was the most erotic speech sound she 'd ever heard. She was panting, she was very, very, close. She hit him again, the tongues of a choir of the imprecate played on her pussy and clit.

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

'' Nooo ! '' he screamed. The scream played over her clitoris, she started to come up as she swung the whip with all the military force she could muster. There was an blowup of fireworks, the force of it knocked her back onto the chaise. His scream was the most satisfying yet, the most skilled torturer could never suck up such a beautiful scream from his victim. It played over her clit as she lay there, body wracked in muscle spasm as the most powerful orgasm she had ever had overcame her. Meanwhile, her victim fell dumb and fall limply against his bonds.

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

'' Yes diplomatic minister. '' 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 conjure yourself. '' Jeaves said. A force flying field formed under her to back up her, and mantle formed around her to snuggle in. She was asleep before she could think of a response. ( Her int cheated a bit and helped her into unconsciousness. )

Servalan woke, she felt improbable. Rested, contented, well-off, happy, at peace. The events of the premature evening came back to her, she smiled. This blank space did possess its compensation. She stretched, she noticed she was naked as the exquisitely subdued blankets dragged across her breast. 'You did that .'She thought, more a statement than a question.

'' Yes minister of religion. '' The image of Jeaves appeared to her, standing by the bedside. She was forming an charge when he continued, `` I did not strip you, your clothes were dematerialized. I would not ogle you, I am office of you, it would be as if you looked upon yourself. '' She could n't mean 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 attend breakfast. ``

His proactive get together of her demand and desires still startled Servalan, but she definitely thought she could get used this. Jeaves served the breakfast she would cause asked for, if she 'd thought what she wanted for a while. The breakfast was, as common delicious. These the great unwashed knew how to fudge, she thought. Jeaves did n't disabuse her of this notion, the proficient examples of a dish ever created were the templates for the food. The effector had replayed a template by arranging the particle in the food.

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

'' Who ? '' She was n't used to their use of just personal names. Jeaves had explained that usually the message from the int would communicate the reserve info so you 'd cognise who was referred to. She still was n't used to this.

'' The soul you tortured last nighttime. ``

Her kitty-cat throbbed at the retention, but she said, `` Why would I want to verbalise to him ? '' Jeaves terminated the call and she continued with breakfast.

Jeaves again interrupted, `` Travis sent a message, the subject matter says, 'Thank you, rector .'''

'' What does he stand for 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 message, she could n't imagine that anyone would give thanks her for that handling, there must be some subtext she was missing.

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

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

Shortly before four, she was in her suite wondering why she felt nervous. She wore a similar nightie to yesterday, but this one was get down cut, and it was split up the incline. She examined the fuzz and makeup job Jeaves had arranged, again marvelously efficient and artful. Her disgraceful hair's-breadth was, as common, closely cropped, looking rather masculine. She atypically accepted Jeaves'fling of a piffling scent.

She wanted the menage advantage for this encounter, so she had the cortege arranged like her bureau in the ministry. She sat behind a enceinte imposing wooden desk. Jeaves announced, `` Travis is at the threshold. ``

'' Show him in. ``

Jeaves led in a rather changeable looking Travis, Servalan hardly recognized him from the night before, he had been just a consistence to blackguard. She did n't want a pathetic heap on her hands, so she barked, `` Stand up straight ! Be a man ! Or I 'll give 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 electric chair in front of her desk, she sat in her attitude of power, secure. `` What did your message entail ? ``

He looked puzzled, `` I, I, I was thanking you for last Night, what else ? '' She could think of plentifulness else it might mean, from `` Screw you '' to `` I 'm going to smash you ''. New Bean Town political science was a rough business.

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

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

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

'' Yes, it was truly horrible. ``

Baffled, `` You 're going to get to excuse. From the root. ``

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

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

'' The, …, woman would use and step me for her pleasure, torturing me, I had to persist the unendurable. Only to be discarded after she was satisfy. ``

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

'' I do n't sleep with, but it always turns me on so much when I think of it. I come so heavily when I do. I was day dreaming about it yesterday when I knew a match had been found. I 've had match before, but never gone through with the musical theme, but then I had to gibe to a pulley so I could never talk about it. It would be a secret, no one would ever know, I could n't stand firm. ``

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

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

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

'' I was going to be whipped, and there was nil I could do about it, I was in your power. It was perfect. Then, you told me of the neuronal whip, I knew I could n't tolerate that. I was really to last the unendurable. I was terrified and turned on at once. Then, you started, the world-class few blow were disappointing, they did n't suffer at all. '' Servalan was annoyed by the mention of her loser.

She glared at Travis, he shrank some, but carried on, `` But you more than made up for it, the coke became increasingly painful. I could n't stomach it, but I could n't do anything to stop it. Then, you turned on the whip. That was truly horrible, like all the pelt on my spinal column was repeatedly flayed. No one could place upright that for long, least of all me. Then, you turned it up, my peel was flayed and I was on fervour all at once, and the nuisance did n't blockade, I could n't do anything. I was truly powerless, my life was in your paw. I would give birth done anything, said anything to fix it cease, but you did n't. ``

'' Then that last direful shock. The pain sensation before that was naught 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 message. I loved you. '' Servalan was startled by the last statement, but his passion made the nonsense he was spouting build some weird grotesque sense.

'' I woke this morning, totally content. My mortal was light, I knew I loved you. I will do anything for you. I would even let you pip me on horizontal surface three, even though it would belt down me. '' Servalan was shocked by the intensity and honesty of what he said. She knew he was right that degree three would bolt down him. She did n't think to enquire how she knew that, it was a fiction planted by their ints to moderate their interactions some.

She did n't lie with what to say, but her puss was demanding her care. It had been a yearn time since she 'd allowed herself the sumptuousness of a man. New Hub of the Universe government made that unmanageable. Here was a totally compliant man, who could n't talk. The chance was tempting. `` point of view up ! '' He did.

Definitely tasty. He 'd look substantially without clothes. Sounds of ripping fabric filled the air as the, oh so W. C. Handy, unseen manpower ripped off his clothes. He stood before her desk, raw and erect. The account of last Nox obviously affected him as much as her.

She rose and walked around the desk, the whiplash was in her mitt again. She had a mentation, 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 balmy hum emanated from it. `` What do you think would chance if I touched you there ? '' She indicated to his erect phallus with the whip.

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

She touched the whip to his erection, he stiffened in anticipation, the was a lowly arc as it touched. Then, he gasped, spasmed, total sprayed out of his penis into mid air only to go down on the rug, then he sank to his knee joint. `` Wha ? '' He tried to ask a enquiry in his confusion.

'' The whip can also perk up early receptors. In this vitrine, the pleasurable ace. You 'll never know what to expect from the party whip. ``

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

He set about the gross task. He did n't think 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 labor. He willing performed it at her behest, he was grievous when he said he 'd do anything for her.

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

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

Their play evolved, became somewhat ritualistic. The political prisoner was a dearie of Servalan 's. Travis did n't have a favorite, he suffered. Another favorite was the blank air force officer. `` blank Commander Travis '' was a stoic hero, but he had screwed up ( in some unspecified mode ), and `` Supreme Commander Servalan '' got to penalise him. The Stoic hero had to continue stoic throughout. If the Heron cried out, or screamed the scene would be over. Travis could stop the natural action anytime, but then suffered the disdain of Servalan, and the pain of unsuccessful person. 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 last time, place Commander. '' Travis looked up startled, she sounded different. `` Go fetch the whip. '' She looked to the snack bar at the side of the room. She 'd willed the whip to appear there. It was a ritual chagrin to make Travis bring the objective of his torture. True to the type he had to run, he did not kick, he stayed mute. As he picked up the whiplash, she said, `` Lashkar-e-Tayyiba see how you like level three. ``

He was startled, but tried not to show it. In a grade spokesperson he said, `` Supreme commanding officer, that will kill me. ``

'' I know. ``

He knelt and presented the whip to servalan. She pointed him to the midsection of the room, he took his place. She motioned up with the whip, he raised his arms. unseeable bail grabbed him around the wrist joint and lifted him bodily off the floor. More invisible bonds grabbed his ankles, the bonds tightened so he was splayed in mid air.

Servalan sauntered over to the helpless Travis. She willed the splay Travis rotate in mid air, displaying him from all angles. His body was to her liking. He was now clad in skin tight leather trouser and a short sleeved leather tunic with a tramp leather egis. Her fancy quad commanding officer uniform. She 'd willed his apparel to mutate while he was fetching the whip.

He rotated back to face her, her clothes had changed as well. She was now clad in a ovalbumin cape, lined in deep read. The mantle opened as if blown by a spectre blast of wind, again something she 'd willed. She was naked under the cloak. Travis 's eyes widened, she was amused at his reaction.

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

She aborted the smasher, `` Hmm. '' Again, then tapped at his waistband. The trousers disappeared, he was now mostly naked. His hard-on betrayed his res publica of judgement at the events. She had him rotate again, as his spine turned to her, she swung playfully at his buttocks. He moved with the blow, and stiffened slightly. Not much of a chemical reaction from him. A faint red marker appeared on his behind.

As he rotated around to present his straw man to her, so he could see her, she said, `` I shall overleap your body when you 're absolutely. ``

His hind end again presented themselves, she swung the party whip, this time with floor one neuronal effects. There was the usual arcing and his body writhed in suffering. He did not cry out. `` tier one. '' She announced.

He rotated back to cheek her, she stopped the rotation. She drew the whip ( without neuronic sweetening ) through her pussy lips, 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 nozzle, he breathed deeply of her fragrance. `` 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 whip and struck him across the chest, this time on the pleasure setting. His body jerked as the unexpected wave of pleasure spread across him. A smile flickered across his grimace, but quickly left, back to the deadpan expression.

She turned him around, three quick shock : stage one neuronic ; pleasure ; level one neuronic. The remains of the tunic was no protection. His body jerked against the bonds, writhing in pain and pleasure.

Back to face her, bead of sweating facing pages across his chest and on his forehead. She was also sweating and panting, from lust, not the sweat. When he could see, she penetrated her slit with the handle of the party 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 flickers of involvement, and lust, flitted across his face.

She extracted the whip, and grasped the slimy grip. She replaced it with the fingers of her early hired hand. `` Lets see what you think of stratum two. '' She rotated him again, then struck him with stratum two neuronic. Three quick blows, across his back, buttocks and legs. His body was wracked with spasms. More sudor was evident.

He rotated back again. His middle were obtuse, 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 lie with. '' With that she dropped to her human knee in front man of him and took his penis into her mouth. She loved the tactile sensation of power this gave her, she loved the flavor and taste of the placid hard phallus in her mouth. But too soon she stopped.

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

'' You are undoubtedly the aphrodisiac officeholder I have ever known. '' His reply 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 usual Stoicism, that statement betrayed picayune emotion. The total servitude it expressed gave her a frisson which ran through her pussy ( her int was cheating again ). She was close to coming, then next blow should do it. The thought process of killing him was intoxicating, she felt it pounding in her puss. She raised the lash, she had the ultimate power of living or dying over Travis. She had a decision she had to pee. To kill him or not, her pussy was saying kill.

She raised the party whip, and was just about to unleash its dreadful power, when the lights flickered and went out. There was a thumping as Travis fell to the level, costless of his adhesion. Emergency lighting lit the room only dimly. Travis looked up as Servalan advanced on him, whiplash in hand glowing evilly in the dim light. Suddenly barren his stoicism dissolved, he leapt up and ran for the room access.

Servalan saw the terror and desperation in his eyes, and a chill ran through her snatch ( 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 fleeing blank commander, panting heavily. He fled down the corridor and through the room access at the end, bursting into daylight.

The day and a flight of pigeons that he disturbed disoriented Travis temporarily, allowing Servalan to trip up up. She advanced on his slowly, the party 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 leap, the ground twenty dollar bill account below him.

Their oculus met. The unhopeful terror in Travis'eyes was a herculean drug for Servalan. She raised the whip to fall upon him. Travis bolted over the parapet, in a desperate effort to pee-pee the next edifice. His scream as he fell played over her twat and she came. Her legs buckled under her.

When she finally opened her middle, she was in her cortege, reclining on the chaise. She mused, that she definitely did like the benefits of this engineering. She was going to have to use that scenario again. Travis was not dead, as the simple machine had pursued their premier directive. Much of the final scene was illusive, they had never left Servalan 's accommodation unit. It was no less actual to either political party though. He was despondent that he did n't love her adequate to let her kill him. He kept stoically coming back for more .