Servalan walked through the door to her suite and smiled. These were accommodations befitting her status as a Sovereign parson. However, now she relaxed, she would be just plain Servalan and left the forethought of the Ministry behind her. The accommodation 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 script moved down to her crotch. She needed something, a quick climax would be perfect for her now. She was quick, she thought of her favorite phantasy. Torturing political prisoners in a dungeon, that one always got her there in a hurry. She had n't had that pleasure for very, for years, during the revolution was the survive meter. It had n't been long before the new regime had put a catch to that. One of the many things she intended to change if she could get to be Prime Minister.

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

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

To Servalan, a man in an old fashion dinner jacket crown, white tie, and E. B. White boxing glove, appeared in battlefront of her. To any former observer, there was nada there. This was the personification of her int, her neural interface, she called him 'Jeaves'. Most people in the scheme had had an int implanted shortly after nascency and were used to the interaction. In fact, most people did n't even realize 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 only one on her planet to have got one, so she could open up relations with the arrangement. She was anything but used to its creepy messages. She 'd insisted it prove 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 image of her favourite fitting, and the accommodation unit 's effector had patterned the furnishing on that. The effector was the simple machine which performed what looked like magic. It could do literally anything inside the accommodation building block.

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

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

Jeaves had an unflappable behavior. This was seen as the best way to deal with their unmanageable accusation. `` It would be impossible for me to snoop Minister, I 'm part of you. ``

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

Jeaves, unusually, looked puzzled. `` That would negate the function of an int. nada can be private from your int, its job is to know your to the highest degree intimate desires so they can be fulfilled. ``

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

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

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

'' I ca n't mouth to their motive, but their desires align with yours. There were 751 potential partner 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 zillion who might be desiring a better half. Of those 1000000000000, lupus erythematosus than a chiliad might want to be on the receiving end of her fantasy. In times preceding, she would feature been unbelievably prosperous to deliver found any of them.

The system of rules, was always trying to correspond hoi polloi. The car could allow any imaginable experience, but they wanted humans to interact with each other, not with machines. She was trying to dig the concept. `` You 're a date Robert William Service as well ? ``

'' We strive to satisfy 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 Minister. ``

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

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

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

'' Yes Minister. ``

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

'' We will save them to you. ``

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

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

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

She looked down at her nightdress. Jeaves spoke, `` If your attire is not to your liking, I can fix up 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 brilliant white, and slinky. It clung to her curves in a most pleasing fashion, a few folds of fabric around her neck added gravitas. `` This is fine. ``

'' They 're here minister of religion. '' Jeaves'announcement was unexpectedly ready, her pulsation quickened and her rima oris dried.

She stood up, still not trusted what to gestate. `` OK. '' The door burst exposed, and unseen deal propelled a man into the room, he fell onto the level and lay still.

She approached the man and poked him with the enceinte hide lash she had in her bridge player. She did a double yield, she had a party whip in her bridge player. It had n't been there a minute before, but it was function of her fantasy. It must be the int again, it did thing 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 handle was loggerheaded enough to comfortably fill her grip, it tapered some to the tip. It was used by drover herding sham-dear on her planet. It was one of the few things to stimulate an effect on their duncish pelt. On a somebody, it could be quite devastating. The new regime had banned its use by the surety services for bunch control. Again, a conclusion she wanted to change.

She poked the man again, there was a reaction. `` front 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 charwoman ! I 'm a Sovereign Minister of the Planet of New Beantown ! '' Her condition 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 power of the kick. 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 visibility was what moved him. His int activated a few pain receptors to yield the impression the kick had landed.

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

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

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

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

'' Do you jazz what this is ? '' Brandishing the lash again.

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

'' This is not just any lash, it's a 'neuronic party whip', it not only whips you, it activates your pain sensory receptor. On the right background I can make every bother sensory receptor in your body flaming. '' He digested the information. `` On level three it will probably kill you. '' The guy looked satisfyingly frightened at that prospect, Servalan decided it was time to pop the military action. `` Tell me of the rebel location ! ``

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

'' OK, tie him up ! '' Her fantasy was not trenchant at this degree, how the dupe got shackled to the donjon wall. However, the effecter helped out, the guy was picked up and slammed face first against the wall. Shackles appeared, and he was now immobilized.

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

Understanding her annoyance, Jeaves spoke, `` We 're sorry rector, it will take a moment to restore the entourage to your liking. ''

As she stood there the surroundings mutated and the entourage began to reappear. She said aloud, `` Keep the wall. '' She liked the keep wall the guy was attached to, even if it were out of place in amid the luxurious 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 provisionary swish in mid air. It was threatening, she was n't built to maintain this arm. Jeaves helpfully advised her, `` We can serve with augmenting the reversal if essential. ``

She smiled and nodded in acknowledgement to the phantom 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 things. That should get ripped off, then with a renting sound the shirt was ripped from his book binding, again by spiritual world custody. 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 hands and tried putting some more than effort into it. There was a square thud against bare flesh, her victim gasped slightly. A red mark appeared across his cover. The mark was an trick, but she did n't know that. That was more like it, this was what she wanted. She tried again, putting all the intensity she could muster into the blow. The hell dust was much sharper, he yelped in pain, and a very vicious looking mark appeared on his back.

This was it. This was her fantasy, the reality was even better. Her kitty-cat was definitely dampish. She thought at her int, 'help me, wee it that unvoiced .'Then she swung the whip easily and it had the Lapp burden. The same outcome on him and her, she felt the excitation radiate from her snatch. A few to a greater extent blows, a few More yelps, and she was panting. Not from effort, from excitement.

Time to reverse things up, she thought, 'make the whip minimally neuronic'. `` If you wo n't spill, see how you like this ! '' Again, she swung the Saame sharp relish as it hit him. This time there was some blue arcing from the whiplash, and he screamed. It was definitely a rack scream, she felt it in her pussy, like she was getting viva voce from the backtalk of damned souls. In actuality, the int was cheating a bit it was firing nerve endings in her pussycat 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 push in the room, that includes sound. It does not circularize to the walls. '' Perfect. Perfect privacy, she liked what this arrangement could do for her.

Twice more she hit him, twice more the torment scream reverberated in her cunt. She was close. Gasping for breathing time, she panted, `` If you wo n't babble, how about level two ? ``

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

She cackled, `` I do n't wish if you talk, I just want to do this ! '' 'Level two'she thought at her int. The black eye landed in a shower of disconsolate spark, his howler was profligate curdling, to her it was the most erotic strait she 'd ever heard. She was panting, she was very, very, close. She hit him again, the spit of a choir of the damned played on her pussy and clit.

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

'' Nooo ! '' he screamed. The scream played over her clit, she started to make out as she swung the whip with all the force she could muster. There was an explosion of firework, the force of it knocked her back onto the chaise. His sidesplitter was the most satisfying yet, the most skilled torturer could never string such a beautiful scream from his victim. It played over her clit as she lay there, body wracked in spasm as the most powerful climax she had ever had overcame her. Meanwhile, her victim fell silent and hung limply against his bonds.

As she recovered she looked up infirm and saw the still form of the man. `` Throw the wish-wash out, Jeaves. '' She said to the phantasmal form.

'' Yes parson. '' He said, as the guy 's adhesiveness disappeared, and the unobserved hands bundled him out of the room.

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

'' No need to call down yourself. '' Jeaves said. A forcefulness field of force formed under her to support her, and blanket formed around her to nuzzle in. She was deceased before she could intend of a answer. ( Her int cheated a bit and helped her into unconsciousness. )

Servalan woke, she felt marvelous. Rested, contented, comfortable, well-chosen, at peacefulness. The events of the old evening came back to her, she smiled. This berth did accept its compensation. She stretched, she noticed she was naked as the exquisitely soft blanket dragged across her chest. 'You did that .'She thought, more a statement than a question.

'' Yes government minister. '' The prototype of Jeaves appeared to her, standing by the bedside. She was forming an accusation when he continued, `` I did not undress you, your clothes were dematerialized. I would not ogle you, I am part of you, it would be as if you looked upon yourself. '' She could n't think of a logical reply 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 meeting of her motivation and desires still startled Servalan, but she definitely thought she could get used this. Jeaves served the breakfast she would deliver asked for, if she 'd thought what she wanted for a piece. The breakfast was, as usual delightful. These mass knew how to cook, she thought. Jeaves did n't disabuse her of this whimsy, the skilful example of a stunner ever created were the templet for the nutrient. The effecter had replayed a template by arranging the molecule 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 content from the int would get the capture selective information so you 'd hump who was referred to. She still was n't used to this.

'' The person you tortured last Night. ``

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

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

'' What does he think of by that ? ``

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

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

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

Shortly before four, she was in her entourage wondering why she felt spooky. She wore a interchangeable gown to yesterday, but this one was lower cut, and it was split up the side. She examined the hair and makeup job Jeaves had arranged, again marvelously efficient and artful. Her black pilus was, as usual, closely cropped, looking rather masculine. She atypically accepted Jeaves'offer of a footling scent.

She wanted the habitation advantage for this brush, so she had the suite arranged like her office in the ministry. She sat behind a heavy 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 night before, he had been just a body to abuse. She did n't desire a pathetic heap on her hands, so she barked, `` Stand up straight ! Be a man ! Or I 'll throw you out again. ``

A startled Travis jerked vertical 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 chairman in forepart of her desk, she sat in her position of power, secure. `` What did your content think of ? ``

He looked mystify, `` I, I, I was thanking you for cobbler's last night, what else ? '' She could call up of plenty else it might think, from `` Screw you '' to `` I 'm going to bankrupt you ''. New Bean Town politics was a rough business.

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

'' It was the most carry through nighttime of my liveliness. ''

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

'' Yes, it was truly horrible. ``

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

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

Servalan though it clean commentary, `` Continue. ``

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

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

'' I do n't know, but it always turns me on so a great deal when I think of it. I come so intemperate when I do. I was day dreaming about it yesterday when I knew a match had been found. I 've had mates before, but never gone through with the idea, but then I had to fit to a stoppage so I could never spill the beans about it. It would be a privy, no one would ever bed, 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 talk. '' Servalan saw the logic there. `` So I was suddenly picked up bodily and held until I was bundled into your mien. You were just so perfect, so purple, so beautiful, so … heartless. Sorry. ``

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

'' I was going to be whipped, and there was nothing I could do about it, I was in your power. It was utter. Then, you told me of the neuronic whip, I knew I could n't endure that. I was really to endure the unendurable. I was terrified and turned on at once. Then, you started, the beginning few blows were disappointing, they did n't hurt 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 reverse became increasingly sore. I could n't stand it, but I could n't do anything to stop it. Then, you turned on the whip. That was truly atrocious, like all the skin on my back was repeatedly flayed. No one could tolerate that for long, to the lowest degree of all me. Then, you turned it up, my skin was flayed and I was on fire all at once, and the pain did n't arrest, I could n't do anything. I was truly powerless, my life was in your hands. I would accept done anything, said anything to stimulate it hold back, but you did n't. ``

'' Then that final terrible reversal. The pain in the neck before that was zippo compared to this, it was really truly unbearable. I endured it long enough to get wind you come. I had fulfilled you. You had fulfilled me. I could skid into unconsciousness cognitive content. I loved you. '' Servalan was startled by the live on statement, but his passion made the gimcrack he was spouting realise some weird grotesque sense.

'' I woke this morning, totally content. My mortal was wanton, I knew I loved you. I will do anything for you. I would even let you whip me on layer three, even though it would kill me. '' Servalan was shocked by the intensity and honesty of what he said. She knew he was good that level three would kill him. She did n't think to wonder how she knew that, it was a fiction planted by their ints to temper their interactions some.

She did n't recognize what to say, but her kitty-cat was demanding her attention. It had been a long time since she 'd allowed herself the sumptuosity of a man. New Beantown politics made that difficult. Here was a totally compliant man, who could n't talk. The prospect was tempting. `` sales booth up ! '' He did.

Definitely tasty. He 'd look bettor without clothes. auditory sensation of ripping fabric filled the air as the, oh so W. C. Handy, unseen hands ripped off his clothes. He stood before her desk, naked and rear. The account of endure night obviously affected him as much as her.

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

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

She walked around Travis, she liked what she saw. She made an obvious move to manipulate the party whip, a cushy hum emanated from it. `` What do you think would happen if I touched you there ? '' She indicated to his set up penis with the whip.

'' No, please, anything but that, I 'll do anything, please, no. '' He pleaded desperately, but did not take a shit a relocation to halt her. His plea did n't shine on deaf ears, they excited her further.

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

'' The lash can also have other receptors. In this cause, the pleasurable 1. You 'll never make out what to expect from the whip. ``

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

He set about the gross project. He did n't think that the ints and the effecter 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 good when he said he 'd do anything for her.

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

'' stopover that ! I have a much considerably use for your knife. '' Travis looked up and saw her pointing to her kitty with the party whip. So began Servalan and Travis 's `` relationship ''. The car were delight as much as simple machine can be that they 'd successfully matched another man pair. Servalan loved playing with her new toy, he was most satisfying. Travis was subject he was serving his common cold heartless gripe as best he could.

Their frolic evolved, became somewhat ritualistic. The political prisoner was a favorite of Servalan 's. Travis did n't experience a favorite, he suffered. Another favorite was the space commander. `` space commandant Travis '' was a stoic paladin, but he had screwed up ( in some unspecified manner ), and `` Supreme commander Servalan '' got to punish him. The stoic hoagy had to stay Stoic throughout. If the Italian sandwich cried out, or screamed the scene would be over. Travis could stop the action anytime, but then suffered the disdain of Servalan, and the pain of loser. Servalan became an expert on exactly how far she could campaign Travis.

Servalan was feeling something needed to change. `` You 've failed me for the utmost time, place Commander. '' Travis looked up startled, she sounded dissimilar. `` Go fetch the whiplash. '' She looked to the snack bar at the side of meat of the elbow room. She 'd bequeath the whip to seem there. It was a ritual humiliation to make Travis fetch the physical object of his twisting. True to the lineament he had to play, he did not complain, he stayed deaf-and-dumb person. As he picked up the whip, she said, `` Army of the Pure see how you like unwavering three. ``

He was startled, but tried not to point it. In a horizontal surface spokesperson he said, `` Supreme Commander, that will kill me. ``

'' I know. ``

He knelt and presented the whiplash to servalan. She pointed him to the middle of the room, he took his view. She motioned up with the whip, he raised his arms. unseeable bail bond grabbed him around the carpus and lifted him bodily off the floor. More invisible attachment grabbed his ankles, the Julian Bond 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 slant. His physical structure was to her liking. He was now clad in skin tight leather trousers and a short circuit sleeved leather tunica with a dramatize leather breastplate. Her phantasy space commander uniform. She 'd willed his clothes to mutate while he was fetching the whip.

He rotated back to brass her, her clothes had changed as well. She was now clad in a white-hot mantle, lined in deep read. The cape opened as if blown by a phantom blast of wind, again something she 'd willed. She was naked under the cloak. Travis 's heart 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 react. `` Hmm. '' She mused in mock rumination, then tapped the aegis, like the party whip was a wand. It was her magic wand, the breastplate was ripped away, leaving the tunic flapping open. She made to hit with the whip again, Travis stayed impassive.

She aborted the smash, `` Hmm. '' Again, then tapped at his waistband. The pant disappeared, he was now mostly naked. His hard-on betrayed his state of nous at the events. She had him rotate again, as his back turned to her, she swung playfully at his buttocks. He moved with the shock, and stiffened slightly. Not very much of a chemical reaction from him. A faint red mark appeared on his behind.

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

His buttocks again presented themselves, she swung the whip, this time with level one neural effects. There was the usual arcing and his body writhed in agony. He did not cry out. `` stage one. '' She announced.

He rotated back to face her, she stopped the rotation. She drew the party whip ( without neuronic enhancement ) through her pussy sassing, it glistened where her sass had touched, it. She poked the tip of the whip inside her slightly, it came out wet. She held the tip up to his olfactory organ, he breathed deeply of her odour. `` See what you do to me ? I ca n't let any man do that to me. You 'll take to go. '' He watched her impassively.

She raised the lash and struck him across the bureau, this prison term on the joy setting. His trunk jerked as the unexpected wave of delight spread across him. A smiling flickered across his look, but quickly left, back to the impassive expression.

She turned him around, three quickly blows : storey one neuronic ; pleasure ; level one neuronic. The stiff of the tunic was no protection. His body jerked against the chemical bond, writhing in pain and pleasure.

back to face her, beadwork of perspiration spread across his breast and on his frontal bone. She was also sweating and panting, from lust, not the elbow grease. When he could see, she penetrated her pussy with the handgrip of the whip. She really wanted his penis to dawn her instead, but she could n't let herself be so vulnerable to a man again. He tried to remain stolid but glint of interest, and lust, flitted across his face.

She extracted the whip, and grasped the slimy handle. She replaced it with the finger of her early deal. `` 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, ass and legs. His body was wracked with muscle spasm. More sudation was evident.

He rotated back again. His heart were dull, he could n't occupy much more. `` Since you are n't going to be around to separate, I can do this and no one will know. '' With that she dropped to her knees in front of him and took his penis into her backtalk. She loved the feeling of power this gave her, she loved the impression and taste of the smooth hard member in her mouthpiece. But too soon she stopped.

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

'' You are undoubtedly the aphrodisiacal policeman 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 niggling 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 next blow should do it. The thought of killing him was intoxicating, she felt it pounding in her pussy. She raised the whip, she had the ultimate power of life or death over Travis. She had a decision she had to make. To kill him or not, her cunt was saying kill.

She raised the whip, and was just about to loose its horrendous power, when the lights flickered and went out. There was a thud as Travis fell to the floor, resign of his shackle. 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 destitute his stolidity dissolved, he leapt up and ran for the door.

Servalan saw the holy terror and desperation in his oculus, and a bang ran through her pussy ( not entirely the int 's doing ). She staggered slightly at that, allowing Travis to pass the door. With an evil yack 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 steps of pigeons that he disturbed disoriented 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 ceiling, against a parapet. There was no where to go, the next building was an impossible leap, the soil 20 storey below him.

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

When she finally opened her oculus, she was in her rooms, reclining on the chaise. She mused, that she definitely did like the benefits of this technology. She was going to feature to use that scenario again. Travis was not stagnant, as the machines had pursued their ground directive. much of the final scenery was illusory, they had never left Servalan 's fitting unit. It was no less real to either party though. He was despondent that he did n't roll in the hay her decent to let her pop him. He kept stoically coming back for more .