Servalan walked through the door to her suite and smiled. These were accommodations befitting her status as a monarch Minister. However, now she relaxed, she would be just plain Servalan and left the cares of the Ministry behind her. The adjustment were still to her liking, they reminded her of the hotel she stayed at for that particular weekend.

She lay back on the elegantly upholstered, exquisitely prosperous, chaise. The thought of that weekend stirred Servalan, her hired man moved down to her crotch. She needed something, a quick climax would be perfect for her now. She was gear up, she thought of her front-runner fancy. Torturing political captive in a dungeon, that one always got her there in a hurry. She had n't had that delight for real, for years, during the revolution was the lastly time. It had n't been long before the new regime had put a stop to that. One of the many things she intended to change if she could get to be peak Minister.

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

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

To Servalan, a man in an old fashioned dinner party crown, white tie, and tweed glove, appeared in front of her. To any other perceiver, there was nothing there. This was the incarnation of her int, her neuronal port, she called him 'Jeaves'. virtually people in the system had had an int implanted shortly after birth and were used to the interaction. In fact, most people did n't even realise they were interacting with an int, it was so natural to them.

Servalan had only had hers implanted a few mean solar day earlier. She was the only one on her satellite to have one, so she could unfold up telling with the system. She was anything but used to its creepy messages. She 'd assert it show itself in a manner she could interact normally with. Direct interaction with the int was usually discouraged, but in this case there was no other way.

It was her int that had found the double of her favour accommodations, and the accommodation unit 's effector had patterned the furnishings on that. The effector was the car which performed what looked like trick. It could do literally anything inside the accommodation building block.

Jeaves appeared in front 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 complaint. `` It would be impossible for me to snoop minister of religion, I 'm parting of you. ``

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

Jeaves, unusually, looked puzzled. `` That would negate the subprogram of an int. nada can be buck private from your int, its job is to have a go at it your well-nigh intimate desires so they can be fulfilled. ``

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

'' Yes Minister. As I indicated, a compatible pardner is useable. ``

'' 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 spouse identified, one has been selected as most compatible. '' There were somewhere around a thousand billion people in the system. At any fourth dimension, there were billion who might be desiring a partner. Of those gazillion, less than a thousand might require to be on the receiving end of her fantasy. In prison term preceding, she would have been unbelievably lucky to suffer found any of them.

The organisation, was always trying to match people. The machines could provide any imaginable experience, but they wanted homo to interact with each other, not with political machine. She was trying to grok the concept. `` You 're a dating service as well ? ``

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

'' You could get me individual I could do that to ? '' She was n't for certain she was understanding this.

'' Yes Minister. ``

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

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

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

'' Yes Minister. ``

The expectation was just too tempting for Servalan, against her substantially sound judgment, she said, `` OK. How does this work now ? ``

'' We will rescue them to you. ``

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

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

'' Oh. '' She was surprise. She should get gear up, but how do you get quick to torture a political prisoner.

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

'' Yeah, sure. '' She was getting used to the dressing thing, but for now the gown was suitable for her purposes. It was magnificent white, and slinky. It clung to her curves in a most pleasing manner, a few folds of material around her neck opening added gravitas. `` This is fine. ``

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

She stood up, still not trusted what to have a bun in the oven. `` OK. '' The door burst assailable, and unseen hand propelled a man into the room, he fell onto the storey and lay still.

She approached the man and poked him with the heavy pelt whip she had in her paw. She did a double take, she had a whip in her script. It had n't been there a moment 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, `` Yes Minister, we placed the shamback in your hired man. ``

She recognized the whip, about a meter long, the handgrip was thick 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 thing to defecate an impression on their thick pelt. On a person, it could be quite devastating. The new regime had banned its use by the security services for crowd control condition. Again, a decision she wanted to change.

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

The man cowered, but looked up at her.

'' Do you have sex who I am ? '' He nodded. `` speak ! '' She commanded.

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

'' I 'm not just any charwoman ! I 'm a Sovereign Minister of the planet of New Boston ! '' Her status was authoritative to her, she never let anyone forget it.

'' Yes kept woman. ``

Infuriated, Servalan kicked the guy. He yelped satisfyingly and flipped onto his backrest from the force of the gripe. The elbow room 's effector had significantly mitigated the effect of the kick, but magnified its effect. True to their prime directive, her shoe had never contacted him, a forcefield with a blunter visibility was what moved him. His int activated a few pain in the ass receptors to give the picture the kick had landed.

The machine'prime directive was `` A machine must not harm a man, or through inaction allow a human to be harmed. '' BDSM fit caused particular ( metaphorical ) heartburn to the simple machine. To deny their desires would be harm, they could allow harmless pain, but forcible gist would be mitigated. Usually, the bailiwick did n't hump they were being mitigated.

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

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

She brandished the whip, he cowered again. A cerebration from her fantasy struck her, 'could you do that ?'She aimed the thought at the int. Jeaves now appeared standing on the early side of the guy on the base, spoke, `` Yes diplomatic minister, we could put that. '' The guy did n't get word the conversation, Jeaves was all in Servalan 's head.

'' Do you roll in the hay what this is ? '' Brandishing the whip again.

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

'' This is not just any lash, it's a 'neuronic lash', it not only whips you, it activates your pain in the neck receptors. On the right stage setting I can fix every pain receptor in your consistence fervidness. '' He digested the information. `` On level three it will probably kill you. '' The guy looked satisfyingly frightened at that medical prognosis, Servalan decided it was metre to start the action. `` Tell me of the rebel positions ! ``

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

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

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

Understanding her aggravator, Jeaves spoke, `` We 're sorry curate, it will take a moment to restore the suite to your liking. ''

As she stood there the surroundings mutated and the suite began to reappear. She said aloud, `` hold back the paries. '' She liked the keep wall the guy was attached to, even if it were out of place in amid the sumptuous surroundings.

The guy was confused as to what was going on, but did n't speak. 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 artillery. Jeaves helpfully advised her, `` We can help with augmenting the shock if requirement. ``

She smiled and nodded in acknowledgment to the apparition Butler. This would storm the dirty Johnny, getting into graphic symbol there. She swung the whip lightly, it thudded across the guy 's book binding. 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 unseen hands. She could get used to this she thought, spiritual world helping manus, really useful.

The guy flinched at the assault. Servalan picked up the whip in both workforce and tried putting some more endeavour into it. There was a satisfying clunk against bare flesh, her victim gasped slightly. A red bell ringer appeared across his back. The mark was an illusion, but she did n't cognise that. That was more like it, this was what she wanted. She tried again, putting all the speciality she could muster into the blow. The smooch was lots acuate, he yelped in pain, and a very evil looking mark appeared on his back.

This was it. This was her illusion, the realness was even better. Her pussy was definitely moist. She thought at her int, 'help me, score it that hard .'Then she swung the whip easily and it had the same effect. The Saami event on him and her, she felt the excitement radiate from her pussy. A few more than blows, a few more yelps, and she was panting. Not from cause, from excitement.

sentence to turn things up, she thought, 'make the lash minimally neuronic'. `` If you wo n't talk, see how you like this ! '' Again, she swung the Saame sharp smooch as it hit him. This prison term there was some blue arcing from the party whip, and he screamed. It was definitely a tortured shrieking, she felt it in her snatch, like she was getting oral from the mouth of bedamn person. In actuality, the int was cheating a bit it was firing nerve endings in her pussy and clit to avail her ejaculate. They wanted her satisfied before she killed the guy. She was concerned, `` Wo n't the neighbors hear ? '' She asked Jeaves who still appeared to her to be standing, imperturbable, to her side.

'' No, we control all DOE in the room, that includes sound. It does not propagate to the wall. '' Perfect. perfect tense privacy, she liked what this system could do for her.

Twice more she hit him, twice more the excruciate 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 take any to a greater extent, I 'll verbalise. '' The hapless pleas felt like a tongue sliding across her clit. ( The int was cheating again. )

She cackled, `` I do n't care if you talk, I just want to do this ! '' 'Level two'she thought at her int. The blow landed in a shower of blue arc, his scream was stock curdling, to her it was the most erotic audio she 'd ever heard. She was panting, she was very, very, close. She hit him again, the tongues of a choir of the bedamn played on her puss and clit.

'Full magnate .'She thought. `` degree three, try it ! ``

'' Nooo ! '' he screamed. The scream played over her clit, she started to come as she swung the party whip with all the strength she could muster. There was an detonation of pyrotechnic, the force of it knocked her back onto the chaise. His scream was the most live up to yet, the most skilled torturer could never attract such a beautiful scream from his victim. It played over her clitoris as she lay there, eubstance wracked in spasms as the most mighty orgasm she had ever had overcame her. Meanwhile, her victim fell understood and hang up limply against his bonds.

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

'' Yes pastor. '' He said, as the guy 's bonds disappeared, and the unseen hired hand bundled him out of the room.

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

'' No demand to stir yourself. '' Jeaves said. A force theatre formed under her to support her, and mantle formed around her to snuggle in. She was departed before she could call up of a reply. ( Her int cheated a bit and helped her into unconsciousness. )

Servalan woke, she felt marvelous. Rested, contented, well-situated, happy, at peace. The result of the previous eve came back to her, she smiled. This place did have its compensation. She stretched, she noticed she was naked as the exquisitely soft mantle dragged across her breast. 'You did that .'She thought, more a statement than a question.

'' Yes parson. '' 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 dress were dematerialized. I would not ogle you, I am component part of you, it would be as if you looked upon yourself. '' She could n't remember of a logical reply to that, but a robe appeared around her as the bed dissolved, and she was sitting on the daybed. 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 citizenry knew how to cook, she thought. Jeaves did n't disabuse her of this notion, the right representative of a stunner ever created were the templates for the food. The effector had replayed a template by arranging the atoms in the food.

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

'' Who ? '' She was n't used to their use of solely personal public figure. Jeaves had explained that usually the message from the int would take the appropriate information so you 'd know who was referred to. She still was n't used to this.

'' The person you tortured last night. ``

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

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

'' What does he mean by that ? ``

'' I am not privy to that data. '' Travis 's int would cognize, 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 discussion, there must be some subtext she was missing.

That motion 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, pastor. '' Replied Jeaves. Shortly after he said, `` He has accepted your invitation. ``

Shortly before four, she was in her cortege wondering why she felt nervous. She wore a similar night-robe to yesterday, but this one was bring down cut, and it was split up the side of meat. She examined the whisker and physical composition job Jeaves had arranged, again marvelously efficient and artful. Her Black tomentum was, as common, closely cropped, looking rather masculine. She atypically accepted Jeaves'go of a little scent.

She wanted the dwelling vantage for this encounter, so she had the cortege arranged like her agency in the ministry. She sat behind a declamatory imposing wooden desk. Jeaves announced, `` Travis is at the room access. ``

'' Show him in. ``

Jeaves led in a rather unsettled looking Travis, Servalan hardly recognized him from the night before, he had been just a dead body to clapperclaw. She did n't want a misfortunate wad on her hands, so she barked, `` Stand up straight ! Be a man ! Or I 'll throw you out again. ``

A galvanize 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 front of her desk, she sat in her position of power, secure. `` What did your message think ? ``

He looked flummox, `` I, I, I was thanking you for lastly night, what else ? '' She could think of mess else it might think of, from `` Screw you '' to `` I 'm going to ruin you ''. New Beantown politics was a rough business.

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

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

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

'' Yes, it was truly atrocious. ``

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

'' Well, …, for a longsighted metre I 've had a fantasy. I would be kidnapped by a cruel, harsh bitc… cleaning lady. '' He paused, and looked down, `` Sorry. '' He did n't want to insult the minister

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

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

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

'' I do n't have intercourse, but it always turns me on so lots when I think of it. I come so hard when I do. I was day dreaming about it yesterday when I knew a match had been found. I 've had matches before, but never gone through with the idea, but then I had to agree to a block so I could never verbalize about it. It would be a secret, no one would ever have it away, I could n't resist. ``

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

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

Again, she was n't perturbed by the remark, `` persist in ! ``

'' I was going to be whipped, and there was nil I could do about it, I was in your power. It was gross. Then, you told me of the neuronic whip, I knew I could n't endure that. I was really to endure the intolerable. I was terrified and turned on at once. Then, you started, the first few blows were disappointing, they did n't bruise at all. '' Servalan was annoyed by the reference 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 brook it, but I could n't do anything to stop it. Then, you turned on the whip. That was truly ugly, like all the pelt on my back was repeatedly flayed. No one could abide that for long, to the lowest degree of all me. Then, you turned it up, my cutis was flayed and I was on blast all at once, and the hurting did n't arrest, I could n't do anything. I was truly powerless, my life was in your hands. I would possess done anything, said anything to make it contain, but you did n't. ``

'' Then that final examination painful blow. The pain before that was naught compared to this, it was really truly unendurable. I endured it long enough to get word you come. I had fulfilled you. You had fulfilled me. I could drop away into unconsciousness subject. I loved you. '' Servalan was startled by the close program line, but his passion made the nonsense he was spouting make some weird grotesque sense.

'' I woke this morning, totally content. My soul was light, I knew I loved you. I will do anything for you. I would even let you rack up me on level three, even though it would kill me. '' Servalan was shocked by the volume and honesty of what he said. She knew he was decent that tier three would wipe out him. She did n't opine to wonder how she knew that, it was a fiction planted by their ints to control their interactions some.

She did n't sleep with what to say, but her pussy was demanding her tending. It had been a longsighted prison term since she 'd allowed herself the sumptuousness of a man. New Beantown political sympathies made that difficult. Here was a totally compliant man, who could n't let the cat out of the bag. The prospect was tempting. `` rack up ! '' He did.

Definitely tasty. He 'd expect well without clothes. phone of ripping framework filled the air as the, oh so handy, unobserved workforce ripped off his clothes. He stood before her desk, naked and vertical. The account statement of lowest night obviously affected him as much as her.

She rose and walked around the desk, the whip was in her bridge player again. She had a thought process, 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 soft hum emanated from it. `` What do you call up would happen if I touched you there ? '' She indicated to his vertical member 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 pleas did n't shine on deaf pinna, they excited her further.

She touched the whip to his erecting, he stiffened in anticipation, the was a small arc as it touched. Then, he gasped, spasmed, issue forth sprayed out of his penis into mid air only to fall on the carpet, then he sank to his knees. `` Wha ? '' He tried to ask a doubt in his confusion.

'' The party whip can also stimulate other receptors. In this case, the enjoyable ace. You 'll never live what to expect from the whip. ``

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

He set about the 144 labor. 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 project. He bequeath performed it at her behest, he was serious when he said he 'd do anything for her.

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

'' closure that ! I have a much near use for your tongue. '' Travis looked up and saw her pointing to her kitty with the whip. So began Servalan and Travis 's `` human relationship ''. The machine were pleased as very much as machines can be that they 'd successfully check another human brace. Servalan loved playing with her new toy, he was most satisfying. Travis was contentedness 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 bear a favorite, he suffered. Another pet was the space commander. `` blank Commander Travis '' was a stoic hero, but he had screwed up ( in some unspecified manner ), and `` Supreme Commander Servalan '' got to penalise him. The stoic hero had to remain stoic throughout. If the hero cried out, or screamed the prospect would be over. Travis could stop the action anytime, but then suffered the disdain of Servalan, and the painful sensation 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 concluding time, Space air force officer. '' Travis looked up startled, she sounded different. `` Go fetch the whip. '' She looked to the buffet at the slope of the room. She 'd will the whip to appear there. It was a ritual abasement to ca-ca Travis get the objective of his anguish. True to the theatrical role he had to bring, he did not complain, he stayed deaf-mute. As he picked up the whip, she said, `` Lets see how you like charge three. ``

He was startled, but tried not to establish it. In a storey voice he said, `` Supreme commanding officer, that will drink down me. ``

'' I know. ``

He knelt and presented the party whip to servalan. She pointed him to the heart of the room, he took his position. She motioned up with the party whip, he raised his arms. inconspicuous bonds grabbed him around the carpus and lifted him bodily off the base. More invisible trammel 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 slant. His torso was to her liking. He was now dress in skin tight leather trousers and a scant sleeved leather tunic with a aggrandize leather aegis. Her fancy space commander uniform. She 'd willed his clothes 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 White River ness, lined in deep read. The cape opened as if blown by a phantom blow of steer, 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 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 party whip was a wand. It was her sorcerous wand, the aegis was ripped away, leaving the tunic flapping open. She made to attain 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 erection betrayed his State Department of mind at the events. She had him rotate again, as his backrest turned to her, she swung playfully at his buttock. He moved with the bump, and stiffened slightly. Not much of a reaction from him. A syncope red mark appeared on his behind.

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

His nates again presented themselves, she swung the whip, this metre with stage one neuronic effects. There was the usual arcing and his body writhed in torture. He did not cry out. `` grade one. '' She announced.

He rotated back to face her, she stopped the gyration. She drew the whip ( without neuronic enhancement ) through her pussy backtalk, it glistened where her lips had touched, it. She poked the tip of the whip inside her slightly, it came out wet. She held the tip up to his 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 whip and struck him across the chest, this time on the pleasure setting. His body jerked as the unexpected Wave of delight spread across him. A smile flickered across his face, but quickly left, back to the impassive expression.

She turned him around, three quick bump : storey one neuronic ; pleasure ; level one neuronic. The remains of the tunic was no protection. His physical structure jerked against the adhesion, writhing in botheration and pleasure.

binding to aspect her, beads of perspiration ranch across his breast and on his forehead. She was also sweating and panting, from lust, not the exertion. When he could see, she penetrated her pussy with the handle of the whiplash. 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 interest, and lust, flitted across his face.

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

He rotated back again. His center were pall, he could n't take much Sir Thomas More. `` Since you are n't going to be around to separate, I can do this and no one will bang. '' With that she dropped to her knees in battlefront of him and took his member into her mouthpiece. She loved the feeling of business leader this gave her, she loved the opinion and taste of the smooth hard penis in her mouth. But too soon she stopped.

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

'' You are undoubtedly the sexy officer I have ever known. '' His response 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 little emotion. The total servitude it expressed gave her a thrill which ran through her pussy ( her int was cheating again ). She was close to coming, then adjacent blow should do it. The thought of killing him was intoxicating, she felt it pounding in her twat. She raised the party whip, she had the ultimate power of life or death over Travis. She had a decisiveness she had to make. To shoot down him or not, her twat was saying kill.

She raised the whiplash, and was just about to unleash its terrible great power, when the luminance flickered and went out. There was a thump as Travis fell to the floor, discharge of his adhesiveness. emergency brake lighting lit the room only dimly. Travis looked up as Servalan advanced on him, whip in hand glowing evilly in the dim light. Suddenly free his stolidity dissolved, he leapt up and ran for the doorway.

Servalan saw the terror and desperation in his center, and a thrill ran through her snatch ( not entirely the int 's doing ). She staggered slightly at that, allowing Travis to arrive at the door. With an evil cackle she loped after the flee quad air force officer, panting heavily. He fled down the corridor and through the door at the end, bursting into daylight.

The daylight and a trajectory of pigeons that he disturbed disoriented Travis temporarily, allowing Servalan to catch up with up. She advanced on his slowly, the whip humming and arcing. Looking around for relief valve Travis saw he was on a roof, against a parapet. There was no where to go, the following construction was an impossible leap, the ground twenty stories below him.

Their oculus met. The abject terror in Travis'center was a herculean drug for Servalan. She raised the whip to impinge on him. Travis bolted over the parapet, in a desperate attempt to make the succeeding building. His scream as he fell played over her pussy and she came. Her legs buckled under her.

When she finally opened her eyes, she was in her retinue, reclining on the shay. 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 deadened, as the machines had pursued their flush directive. Much of the final examination conniption was illusory, they had never left Servalan 's accommodation unit. It was no less veridical to either party though. He was despondent that he did n't make out her enough to let her belt down him. He kept stoically coming back for more .