Almost kitten-like, Lisle submitted to the grip on her neck.  Her lips brushed the ruddy tip of Gerlinde's penis as she first nodded, then voiced her assent.<br/><br/>There was nothing else she could do.  The urging from her body was making it easier, but she knew that the alternative would be more horrors.  All she could do was try to be a good kitty.<br/><br/>"Y-yes - I'll be a g-good kitty, Gerlinde.  A good kitty."  For the briefest of moments, her upper lip even held against the semen-tacky surface in front of it.  A memory - would she be asked to suck again?  But the doctor's fingers were hinting at so much more.