She seethed at herself. A grain of rage grew in Gerlinde: The kind of rage that only true self-loathing – not just contempt, but furious, gnashing psychic cannibalism – can inspire.<br/><br/>Insults splashed about in her brain like sprays of piss: Stupid.  Soft.  Weak.  Clingy.  Feeble.  Blind.  Self-deluded.  Gerlinde was slow in shutting off the faucet of that venom.  She wanted to feel it at the back of her throat; wanted to be soaked through, stung with it – stung such that she’d remember.<br/><br/>The problem, she reasoned while petting Lisle’s face, was not that she had indulged in adoring Lisle.  The problem was that she had craved some measure of adoration in return – craved it unbidden, unforced.  She had wanted to see some reflection of her own emotional tenderness – weakness, Gerlinde corrected herself – in Lisle.  It came down to that; that fundamental lack of power:<br/><br/>She had let herself, just for an instant, develop an appetite for something she could not snatch up.<br/><br/>Gerlinde inhaled, settling back, pulling from Lisle kitty’s pussy.  The extraction was like drawing a lead pipe from damp saran.  The sensation was more than elastic.  It was a graft sliding lose.  She popped free to find her penis so rigid it stood in a high curve up her body, standing accusatory and sheathed in floods of fragrant slick.<br/><br/>With a glance down, she studied it.  Apparently her flesh relished her misery.  Well, it would have more – fistfuls more; feasts.  Hers and everyone else’s.  Gerlinde’s arctic eyes floated over to sear in chill settling on Lisle puss.<br/><br/>Bitch, Gerlinde thought.  Fucking whore.  Pathetic, fucking, lying whore.  Lisle, Gerlinde reasoned to herself, was supple enough stock, but the kind of flexibility that existed to be used – that bent because she had to; because flesh was meant to bend.  That was all the girl was: Dumb flesh.  Rohstoffe.<br/><br/>Gerlinde’s lips curled down; satin in the shape of an imperial eagle.  She glanced at her cock.  Some flesh was not meant to bend.  And that was why she was here, of course.  That was what they had told her.  She had new purpose for the Reich: To be its awl.  Its scalpel.  Its sound.  Its hard unblinking eye.  Its cock.<br/><br/>She drove her glare back into Lisle.  Ideas were happening dark and hard and fast inside Gerlinde’s head now: Stapling fur to that sleek, flexile body.  Removing her tongue with pliers and fusing a dumb piece of velvet in its place.  Slitting Lisle kitty’s green eye while they both looked into a mirror, to see what color they leaked out.<br/><br/>It was thoughts of the green eyes that brought her temper down.  Gerlinde calmly reached down and fetched up her SS cap, perching it on her head.  She picked up a short horsewhip she kept tilted by her nightstand as well.  Her eyes scanned over Lisle kitty’s damp and blushing bareness with a new, rough appetite.<br/><br/>No, Gerlinde thought, it was no mortal sin that she had laid herself vulnerable.  The power was still hers.  That meant adoring Lisle– as with slicing, shaping, inspiring her – was still in her power.  So long as she did not give away the power by needing to be adored back.  Gerlinde would allow herself to be pleased by Lisle kitty’s pleasure.<br/><br/>But now Gerlinde hurt.  So she would make Lisle puss hurt too.<br/><br/>Gerlinde laid the riding crop across her, in the crook of cock and belly, stiff leather taking on wet there.  She broke the long silence.<br/><br/>“On all fours now.  Up on those pretty kitty legs.  Then turn around and get your haunches high and spread.”  Gerlinde spoke in a voice she’d not yet used – emotionless and cold as the slide of a scalpel through living fat.  “I want to see that swollen thing of yours hanging down.  Make quick work of it.  Otherwise, I will be using this on your mouth and eyes.”<br/><br/>A hollow pain opened below her breastbone.  Gerlinde ignored it.  She fingered the horsewhip’s hilt.<br/><br/>“I am going to teach you something else you need to get used to.”<br/><br/>And Gerlinde almost smiled, despite the ice excavating her chest.  Lisle puss had no idea what would happen to her for the next half hour.<br/><br/>Things felt like they were again as they should be.<br/>