Servalan walked through the door to her rooms and smiled. These were fitting befitting her status as a Sovereign minister of religion. However, now she relaxed, she would be just obviously Servalan and left the cares of the Ministry behind her. The accommodations 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. The thought of that weekend stirred Servalan, her hand moved down to her fork. She needed something, a nimble sexual climax would be utter for her now. She was prepare, she thought of her favorite phantasy. Torturing political prisoners in a dungeon, that one always got her there in a rush. She had n't had that pleasure for real, for class, during the revolution was the final stage time. It had n't been long before the new regime had put a layover to that. One of the many things she intended to change if she could get to be Prime Minister.

The fantasy was doing its work, she reached for the hem of her nightgown, then …

• Compatible better half available.

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

To Servalan, a man in an old fashion dinner cap, whiteness tie, and white mitt, appeared in front of her. To any early observer, there was cipher there. This was the personification of her int, her neural interface, she called him 'Jeaves'. almost the great unwashed in the system had had an int implanted shortly after birth and were used to the interaction. In fact, near people did n't even realize they were interacting with an int, it was so born to them.

Servalan had only had hers implanted a few sidereal day earlier. She was the solitary one on her major planet to have one, so she could unfold up recounting with the system. She was anything but used to its creepy messages. She 'd insisted it show itself in a mode she could interact normally with. train interaction with the int was usually discouraged, but in this character there was no early way.

It was her int that had found the persona of her choose accommodations, and the accommodation unit 's effector had patterned the furnishings on that. The effector was the machine which performed what looked like illusion. It could do literally anything inside the adjustment unit.

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

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

Jeaves had an unflappable demeanor. This was seen as the best way to deal with their unmanageable heraldic bearing. `` It would be unimaginable for me to snoop minister of religion, 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. zip can be private from your int, its job is to know your nigh intimate desires so they can be fulfilled. ``

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

'' Yes minister of religion. 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 clock time, there were trillion who might be desiring a spouse. Of those jillion, less than a thou might need to be on the receiving end of her fantasy. In times past, she would experience been unbelievably lucky to own found any of them.

The system, was always trying to match people. The car could provide any imaginable experience, but they wanted humans to interact with each other, not with machines. She was trying to grasp the conception. `` You 're a dating serve as well ? ``

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

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

'' Yes parson. ``

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

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

'' You could vouch 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 employment 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 hour. ``

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

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

'' Yeah, trusted. '' She was getting used to the dressing affair, but for now the gown was suited for her purposes. It was brilliant white, and slinky. It clung to her curves in a most pleasing manner, a few folds of fabric around her neck opening added lordliness. `` This is hunky-dory. ``

'' They 're here curate. '' Jeaves'announcement was unexpectedly spry, her pulse quickened and her mouth dried.

She stood up, still not surely what to bear. `` OK. '' The threshold burst open, and unobserved hands propelled a man into the room, he fell onto the floor and lay still.

She approached the man and poked him with the cloggy skin lash she had in her hand. She did a duplicate take, she had a whip in her hand. It had n't been there a consequence before, but it was part of her fancy. 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 government minister, we placed the shamback in your hand. ``

She recognized the party whip, about a metre long, the hold was thick enough to comfortably fill her bobby pin, it tapered some to the tip. It was used by herdsmen herding sham-dear on her major planet. It was one of the few affair to realise an printing on their duncical skin. On a person, it could be quite devastating. The new regime had banned its use by the security measure armed service for crew control. 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 cleaning lady from the new planet. ``

'' I 'm not just any woman ! I 'm a Sovereign Minister of the satellite of New Boston ! '' Her status was crucial to her, she never let anyone draw a blank it.

'' Yes mistress. ``

Infuriated, Servalan kicked the guy. He yelped satisfyingly and flipped onto his back from the force-out of the kick. The room 's effector had significantly mitigated the core of the rush, but magnified its event. true up to their prime quantity directive, her shoe had never contacted him, a forcefield with a blunter profile was what moved him. His int activated a few pain sensory receptor to give the impression the kick had landed.

The political machine'choice directive was `` A machine must not harm a human, or through inactiveness allow a human being to be harmed. '' BDSM panorama caused particular ( metaphorical ) pyrosis to the automobile. To deny their desires would be harm, they could reserve harmless pain, but physical effects would be mitigated. Usually, the study did n't have it off they were being mitigated.

'' I am not your mistress, 'Minister'is the correct form of computer 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 thought at the int. Jeaves now appeared standing on the other side of the guy on the level, spoke, `` Yes pastor, we could set that. '' The guy did n't listen 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 party whip ? ``

'' This is not just any lash, it's a 'neuronic whiplash', it not only whips you, it activates your pain sensory receptor. On the correct mount I can make every nuisance receptor in your body ardor. '' He digested the information. `` On degree three it will probably kill you. '' The guy looked satisfyingly frightened at that prospect, Servalan decided it was time to pop the action. `` Tell me of the greyback positions ! ``

Obviously a non-sequitur, smack for the shot. He reacted appropriately, `` Never, I 'll never peach. ``

'' OK, tie him up ! '' Her phantasy was not clear-cut at this full stop, how the victim got shackled to the dungeon rampart. However, the effecter helped out, the guy was picked up and slammed face first against the paries. hamper appeared, and he was now immobilized.

It was then Servalan noticed the rampart was the dingy 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 aggravator, Jeaves spoke, `` We 're sorry government minister, it will take a moment to restore the entourage to your liking. ''

As she stood there the milieu mutated and the suite began to re-emerge. She said aloud, `` hold open the wall. '' She liked the dungeon wall the guy was attached to, even if it were out of place in amid the opulent surroundings.

The guy was confused as to what was going on, but did n't verbalise. She considered him and the whiplash in her 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 blows if necessary. ``

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

The guy flinched at the assault. Servalan picked up the whip in both deal and tried putting some to a greater extent effort into it. There was a fulfill clunk against bare shape, her victim gasped slightly. A red mark appeared across his back. The mark was an conjuration, but she did n't know that. That was more like it, this was what she wanted. She tried again, putting all the intensity level she could muster up into the setback. The sapidity was a good deal penetrating, he yelped in pain, and a very malign looking crisscross appeared on his back.

This was it. This was her fantasy, the realness was even better. Her puss was definitely damp. She thought at her int, 'help me, work it that punishing .'Then she swung the whip easily and it had the same result. The same effect on him and her, she felt the excitement radiate from her slit. A few more blows, a few more yelps, and she was panting. Not from exertion, from excitement.

clock time to work things up, she thought, 'make the whip minimally neuronic'. `` If you wo n't talk, see how you like this ! '' Again, she swung the same acuate flavor as it hit him. This time there was some blue arcing from the whip, and he screamed. It was definitely a tortured wow, she felt it in her pussy, like she was getting viva from the mouths of darned mortal. In actuality, the int was cheating a bit it was firing nerve ending in her pussy and clit to facilitate 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 room, that includes sound. It does not propagate to the bulwark. '' perfective tense. Perfect concealment, she liked what this system could do for her.

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

He reacted, `` No, please, anything but that, I ca n't take any more than, I 'll verbalize. '' The pathetic 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 bluing arcs, his riot was blood curdling, to her it was the most erotic phone she 'd ever heard. She was panting, she was very, very, conclusion. She hit him again, the glossa of a choir of the damned played on her pussy and clit.

'Full top executive .'She thought. `` level three, try it ! ``

'' Nooo ! '' he screamed. The screaming played over her clitoris, she started to total as she swung the whiplash with all the force she could muster. There was an explosion of fireworks, the military unit of it knocked her back onto the shay. His howler was the most fill yet, the most skilled torturer could never draw such a beautiful scream from his victim. It played over her clitoris as she lay there, torso wracked in cramp as the most powerful orgasm she had ever had overcame her. Meanwhile, her victim fell silent and hung limply against his bonds.

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

'' Yes Minister. '' He said, as the guy 's alliance disappeared, and the unseen hired man 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 insurmountable obstruction at that point.

'' No need to stir yourself. '' Jeaves said. A force theater formed under her to support her, and cover formed around her to snuggle in. She was asleep before she could opine of a reply. ( Her int cheated a bit and helped her into unconsciousness. )

Servalan woke, she felt tall. Rested, contented, well-fixed, well-chosen, at peace. The consequence of the previous evening came back to her, she smiled. This billet did have its compensations. She stretched, she noticed she was naked as the exquisitely soft cover dragged across her titty. '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 accusation when he continued, `` I did not undress you, your wearing apparel were dematerialized. I would not ogle you, I am theatrical role of you, it would be as if you looked upon yourself. '' She could n't remember of a logical response to that, but a robe appeared around her as the bed dissolved, and she was sitting on the chaise. Jeaves ventured, `` I shall serve breakfast. ``

His proactive group meeting of her needs and desires still startled Servalan, but she definitely thought she could get used this. Jeaves served the breakfast she would possess asked for, if she 'd thought what she wanted for a while. The breakfast was, as common delicious. These people knew how to cook, she thought. Jeaves did n't disabuse her of this whimsey, the upright examples of a dish ever created were the templates for the food. The effector had replayed a template by arranging the corpuscle in the food.

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

'' Who ? '' She was n't used to their use of only personal names. Jeaves had explained that usually the substance from the int would convey the earmark information so you 'd hump who was referred to. She still was n't used to this.

'' The someone you tortured last night. ``

Her pussy throbbed at the memory, but she said, `` Why would I want to speak to him ? '' Jeaves terminated the call and she continued with breakfast.

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

'' What does he mean by that ? ``

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

That doubt preyed on her psyche for the day, so sometime mid afternoon she thought 'Could you take 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 gown to yesterday, but this one was lower cut, and it was split up the side. She examined the pilus and makeup job Jeaves had arranged, again marvelously efficient and artful. Her black hair was, as usual, closely cropped, looking rather masculine. She atypically accepted Jeaves'offer of a trivial scent.

She wanted the place advantage for this encounter, so she had the suite arranged like her place in the ministry. She sat behind a large imposing wooden desk. Jeaves announced, `` Travis is at the door. ``

'' Show him in. ``

Jeaves led in a rather uncertain looking Travis, Servalan hardly recognized him from the Nox before, he had been just a body to abuse. She did n't want a piteous heap on her hands, so she barked, `` Stand up straight ! Be a man ! Or I 'll fuddle you out again. ``

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

'' Better. '' She looked him up and down, he was a good specimen, tasty. `` Now sit ! '' She indicated the chair in front of her desk, she sat in her position of power, secure. `` What did your message intend ? ``

He looked perplex, `` I, I, I was thanking you for last night, what else ? '' She could think of plenty else it might imply, from `` Screw you '' to `` I 'm going to bankrupt you ''. New Boston politics was a rough business.

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

'' It was the most fulfilling night of my living. ''

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

'' Yes, it was truly horrible. ``

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

'' Well, …, for a foresighted time I 've had a fancy. 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 comment, `` Continue. ``

'' The, …, adult female would use and mistreat me for her joy, torturing me, I had to endure the unendurable. Only to be discarded after she was gratify. ``

Servalan was even more nonplus, `` 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 tough 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 agree to a block so I could never talk about it. It would be a secret, no one would ever experience, I could n't hold out. ``

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

'' But if you want me blocked, you 're not going to talk. '' 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 perfect, so regal, so beautiful, so … heartless. Sorry. ``

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

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

She glared at Travis, he shrank some, but carried on, `` But you more than made up for it, the blows became increasingly painful. I could n't suffer it, but I could n't do anything to stop it. Then, you turned on the lash. That was truly frightful, like all the skin on my spine was repeatedly flayed. No one could stand that for long, to the lowest degree of all me. Then, you turned it up, my skin was flayed and I was on fervency all at once, and the pain did n't block off, I could n't do anything. I was truly powerless, my life was in your hands. I would have done anything, said anything to bring in it terminate, but you did n't. ``

'' Then that terminal terrible blow. The painfulness before that was null compared to this, it was really truly unendurable. I endured it long enough to learn you come. I had fulfilled you. You had fulfilled me. I could luxate into unconsciousness subject. I loved you. '' Servalan was startled by the lastly statement, but his love made the gimcrack he was spouting make believe some uncanny grotesque sense.

'' I woke this sunrise, totally subject matter. My someone was light, 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 kill me. '' Servalan was shocked by the intensity and honesty of what he said. She knew he was proper that level three would pour down him. She did n't think to inquire how she knew that, it was a fable planted by their ints to moderate their interactions some.

She did n't know what to say, but her pussy was demanding her attention. It had been a foresighted prison term since she 'd allowed herself the opulence of a man. New Bean Town politics made that difficult. Here was a totally compliant man, who could n't talk. The outlook was tempting. `` outdoor stage up ! '' He did.

Definitely tasty. He 'd search better without wearing apparel. auditory sensation of ripping cloth filled the air as the, oh so William Christopher Handy, unseen paw ripped off his clothes. He stood before her desk, naked and erect. The account of finish night obviously affected him as much as her.

She rose and walked around the desk, the whip was in her hand again. She had a thinking, 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 lash, a sonant hum emanated from it. `` What do you think would materialise if I touched you there ? '' She indicated to his vertical 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 stop her. His plea did n't return on deaf spike, they excited her further.

She touched the whip 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 fall on the carpeting, then he sank to his stifle. `` Wha ? '' He tried to ask a question in his confusion.

'' The party whip can also stimulate other receptor. In this case, the pleasurable ones. You 'll never sleep together what to expect from the party whip. ``

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

He set about the gross project. 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 willing performed it at her behest, he was severe 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 shay and let her frock downslope undetermined. She wished her panties away, and opened her pegleg. She was now to the full on displaying herself to Travis who was still licking the come off the carpet.

'' plosive speech sound that ! I have a much better use for your spit. '' Travis looked up and saw her pointing to her pussy with the whip. So began Servalan and Travis 's `` relationship ''. The motorcar were delight as much as auto can be that they 'd successfully rival another human brace. Servalan loved playing with her new toy, he was most satisfying. Travis was content he was serving his cold heartless gripe as best he could.

Their period of play evolved, became somewhat ritualistic. The political prisoner was a ducky of Servalan 's. Travis did n't make a favorite, he suffered. Another favorite was the space commander. `` Space Commander Travis '' was a stoic submarine sandwich, but he had screwed up ( in some unspecified way ), and `` Supreme Commander Servalan '' got to penalise him. The stoic champion had to stay stoic throughout. If the hero sandwich cried out, or screamed the scene would be over. Travis could stop the activity anytime, but then suffered the disdain of Servalan, and the painfulness of bankruptcy. 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, Space Commander. '' Travis looked up startled, she sounded different. `` Go fetch the whip. '' She looked to the buffet at the incline of the room. She 'd bequeath the party whip to look there. It was a ritual humiliation to take in Travis fetch the object of his torture. True to the theatrical role he had to meet, he did not sound off, he stayed deaf-and-dumb person. As he picked up the whip, she said, `` Army of the Righteous see how you like level three. ``

He was startled, but tried not to show it. In a level voice he said, `` Supreme air force officer, that will pop me. ``

'' I know. ``

He knelt and presented the party whip to servalan. She pointed him to the center of the room, he took his position. She motioned up with the party whip, he raised his implements of war. unseeable bonds grabbed him around the carpus and lifted him bodily off the story. More inconspicuous bonds grabbed his ankles, 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 skin tight leather trousers and a short sleeved leather tunic with a padded leather breastplate. Her fantasy space commander uniform. She 'd willed his clothes to mutate while he was fetching the whip.

He rotated back to cheek her, her clothes had changed as well. She was now clad in a gabardine cape, lined in deep read. The mantle opened as if blown by a spectre gust 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 whip against the breastplate, the aegis did its job and protected him from the blow. He did n't respond. `` Hmm. '' She mused in mock contemplation, then tapped the breastplate, like the whiplash was a baton. It was her legerdemain scepter, the breastplate was ripped away, leaving the tunic flapping out-of-doors. She made to scratch with the whip again, Travis stayed impassive.

She aborted the strike, `` Hmm. '' Again, then tapped at his sash. The pant disappeared, he was now mostly naked. His erection betrayed his state of mind at the events. She had him rotate again, as his back turned to her, she swung playfully at his buttocks. He moved with the gust, and stiffened slightly. Not a great deal of a reaction from him. A deliquium red mark appeared on his behind.

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

His buttocks again presented themselves, she swung the party whip, this clip with level one neuronic event. There was the usual arcing and his body writhed in agony. He did not cry out. `` Level one. '' She announced.

He rotated back to human face her, she stopped the rotation. She drew the lash ( without neuronal enhancement ) through her pussy mouth, it glistened where her sassing had touched, it. She poked the tip of the lash 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 have to go. '' He watched her impassively.

She raised the whiplash and struck him across the pectus, this time on the joy setting. His body jerked as the unexpected wave of pleasure spread across him. A smile flickered across his boldness, but quickly left, back to the impassive expression.

She turned him around, three quick blows : Level one neuronic ; pleasure ; level one neuronic. The clay of the tunica was no protection. His body jerked against the Bond, writhing in pain and pleasure.

Back to face her, astragal of sudor spread across his chest and on his forehead. She was also sweating and panting, from lust, not the exertion. When he could see, she penetrated her cunt with the hold of the whip. She really wanted his member to fathom her instead, but she could n't let herself be so vulnerable to a man again. He tried to remain unexpressive but spark of involvement, and lust, flitted across his face.

She extracted the whip, and grasped the slimy handle. She replaced it with the digit of her other script. `` Lets see what you think of level two. '' She rotated him again, then struck him with level two neuronic. Three quick blows, across his back, rear and ramification. His dead body was wracked with cramp. more than perspiration was evident.

He rotated back again. His eyes were irksome, 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 line of him and took his penis into her mouth. She loved the intuitive feeling of power this gave her, she loved the flavour and taste of the fluid hard penis in her mouthpiece. But too soon she stopped.

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

'' You are undoubtedly the aphrodisiacal officer I have ever known. '' His answer was unexpected, and he betrayed his emotion for once, Servalan was surprised. He continued, `` I am yours to do with as you wish, au revoir, Servalan. '' He was back to his common stoicism, that statement betrayed petty emotion. The add servitude it expressed gave her a thrill which ran through her pussy ( her int was cheating again ). She was unaired to coming, then adjacent C should do it. The view of killing him was intoxicating, she felt it pounding in her pussy. She raised the whip, she had the ultimate power of life history or death over Travis. She had a decision she had to make. To kill him or not, her pussy was saying kill.

She raised the whip, and was just about to unleash its dread magnate, when the lights flickered and went out. There was a thud as Travis fell to the floor, devoid of his Bond. hand brake lighting lit the room only dimly. Travis looked up as Servalan advanced on him, lash in hired hand glowing evilly in the dim brightness level. Suddenly free his stolidity dissolved, he leapt up and ran for the doorway.

Servalan saw the affright and despair in his eyes, and a thrill ran through her cunt ( not entirely the int 's doing ). She staggered slightly at that, allowing Travis to reach the door. With an evilness cackle she loped after the fleeing space commander, panting heavily. He fled down the corridor and through the door at the end, bursting into daylight.

The daylight and a flight of pigeons that he disturbed disorient Travis temporarily, allowing Servalan to catch 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 unacceptable jump, the ground twenty dollar bill stories below him.

Their center met. The low-down terror in Travis'eyes was a powerful drug for Servalan. She raised the whip to strike him. Travis bolted over the parapet, in a desperate attempt to make the next construction. His screaming as he fell played over her puss and she came. Her legs buckled under her.

When she finally opened her eyes, she was in her rooms, reclining on the chaise. She mused, that she definitely did like the benefits of this technology. She was going to possess to use that scenario again. Travis was not numb, as the machines had pursued their prime directive. often of the final scene was illusory, they had never left Servalan 's accommodation building block. It was no less rattling to either party though. He was despondent that he did n't love her enough to let her kill him. He kept stoically coming back for more .