Gerlinde's finger brushed its gloss in a heavy carpet on the girl's lips.  She relished the motion - the feel of the sticky oil smearing on the horrified lips.  She didn't want it to end; she wanted to keep rolling and rolling that fluid on the girl, to make the girl taste what her body had made in reaction to what Gerlinde was doing to it.  If this moment had a flavor, it was the flavor of that fluid: Helpless arousal, born of violation, tasting rich and necessary.  Gerlinde could savor that taste endlessly.  She wanted the girl to savor it too; to enjoy it the same way she would enjoy any of this - helplessly.<br/><br/>It almost made her feel sorry for the parts the girl could not enjoy.  Any regret vanished with the weight of the vibrator's remote as Gerlinde picked it up.<br/><br/>Her eyes flashed, their ice thirsty.  They drank in the glistening green, the thirst in them bare and edged and glorious.  She wanted the girl to see that.  She wanted her to feel her cock inside her; feel how it was throbbing and huge now.<br/><br/>Gerlinde purred rather than laugh in exultation.  "That was an honest answer."<br/><br/>She clicked on the remote.  Inside the girl, the vibrator took on an audible thrumming, rolling inside the stretched cavity of her body.  And now, any pretense of the girl's past mattering vanished.  She might have taken lovers before, but nothing like this.  Nothing like what she was feeling, now that her clitoris was expanding inhumanly large, cupping the vibrations of the egg, suckling on them.  Gerlinde had seen to that.<br/><br/>"I'll give you an honest reply."  Gerlinde brought her other hand up to cradle the heart-shaped outline of the girl's face.  "You're going to be a pussy cat.  I'm going to turn you into one, nice and slowly.  Change your body, stitch by stitch, graft by graft, injection by injection."<br/><br/>Each word tasted so good.  Just like pussy cream.  Just like the color of the girl's eyes.<br/><br/>Gerlinde let the words soak in as she played with the frequency knob on the remote, stroking the girl's face, and thinking of pliers.