"No, kitty; no."  Gerlinde's hands were led by instinct to gather swift and soft about Lisle puss' wrist.  Not instinct to strip Lisle kitty.  Survival instinct.  A shudder of cold worry bounced against her heart.  It was a matter of Lisle kitty's survival that she not do that again.  The shudder ran so deep, Gerlinde knew she was worried about her own survival as well.<br/><br/>She drew Lisle kitty's arm back to Lisle's side.  Her gaze on Lisle puss told her how severe the transgression was.  Her voice was grim and fine as ink on a death warrant.  "Never cover up by yourself.  Never."<br/><br/>Her other hand grabbed the back of Lisle puss' head by the hair; fingers caught in an unforgiving grip.  A tuft of hair was grasped, the scalp not so much as tugged.  Lisle pussy was entirely held there - held by the potential energy of Gerlidne's possession.  Gerlinde used that grasp to keep Lisle kitty's face turned up toward hers.<br/><br/>She didn't want Lisle kitty to have to look away - to think she could hide her eyes.  She didn't want her to have to look at Kluge - at the coarse man with all his meaty interest.  And Gerlinde did not want a single glimmer, twitch or blush on Lisle kitty's face to escape her.<br/><br/>She wanted all of Lisle pussy.  She showed this.  She held tight to her head and put eyes down, down through Lisle puss, until their glinting blue embedded its electricity in her runny, fragrant core.<br/><br/>"It's alright, Lisle.  Kluge won't hurt you."<br/><br/>Kluge wasn't even inhaling deep.  Gerlinde knew why.  Sexual arousal in an inmate was nothing fresh to him.  Even Lisle's nudity merited only the slightest slowing of his glance.<br/><br/>Gerlinde didn't mind.  More for her to savor.  Her nostrils flexed wide, demostratively sucking Lisle pussy's scent from the air.  She pointedly glanced down to the seeping, swollen slit and its high red candle of a clitoris.<br/><br/>Kluge was more fascinated with the other aspects of Lisle kitty.  Eyes washed around her uncanny legs, spun over her paws.  They waded in her eyes before running back down again.<br/><br/>"She's...certainly unusual." Kluge said, rubbing his bristly chin.<br/><br/>Gerlinde stabbed a glance at him; just a slash.  Was he being insulting?  "She's beautiful.  Beyond beautiful."<br/><br/>"Sure.  Eyes especially."  And now Kluge was backpedalling, sounding apologetic almost.  "I'm sure there'll be plenty of guards piling up to have a poke at her."<br/><br/>Bile leapt to Gerlinde's throat.  It couldn't make it far past the tightening fire.  She remained placid as an ivory knife.  She breathed deeper of Lisle kitty, tightened her grip, all the same.<br/><br/>"She's an indoor cat.  Kommandant's own."  Gerlinde said flatly.<br/><br/>"The Kommandant is generous." Kluge was trying to sound reassuring.  He raised a smile to Gerlinde.  It toppled like old brick when he caught sight of her.<br/><br/>A moment of silence passed between them.  It wasn't quiet, though.  Not with Gerlinde's pulse playing cymbals behind her ears.  If anything, it only made them louder.  She ended it with a sentence like a stroke of the horsewhip.<br/><br/>"Go tell Hicke that."<br/><br/>Kluge began shuffling for the door, leaving lingering looks on Lisle kitty.  By the time he opened it, Gerlinde had lowered Lisle kitty such that she was only a gripped tuft of hair above the profile of the couch's back.  He waved to her all the same, then to Gerlinde.<br/><br/>"Thanks for your time, Doc.  See you at poker."