It was insane - the idea of being made into some sort of animal, the idea of growing that -<em>thing</em>from her sex, the singing sensation that was racing through her unwilling body, the flavor as she tried to wet fear-dried lips.  Then she saw what the doctor had been hiding behind that leather apron, and sanity was no longer a consideration.  She gaped at the pole - larger than anything she'd seen before - for a full minute before she realized that she had been asked a question.<br/><br/>Her name.  She hadn't been referred to by name since entering the Stalag.  She had been told she was namenlos.  'Girl,' 'you,' and worse had been what the guards called her, but it hadn't been so long that she had forgotten another name.<br/><br/>"L-Lisle," she answered, pulling her head away from that shaft as best as she could, staring at it as though it was a snake.  "How - You're not -" She glanced back at the doctor's face, half hoping that the injection she had received was really a powerful hallucinogen.<br/><br/>The vibration quaked through her, anchoring her to the here and now - or at least to the square foot of her pelvic region.  The cold had ceased to matter, as had the hard table.  They were minor things compared to what horrors loomed ahead - her very humanity stripped away, but why?  That was a question she wouldn't ask - she didn't want to find out.