Gerlinde's prediction made Lisle look down, not to avoid that crystal gaze, but to glimpse - and then get captivated by - the sight of the seemingly wrist-thick shaft sluicing into her.<br/><br/>The Kommandant had been 'created' like Gerlinde.  There was no reason to believe that she was any less endowed.  There was also no reason to believe that any of these 'lessons' were merely rhetorical.  Lisle shivered with apprehension, but the motion evolved into a shudder of a different sort.<br/><br/>It shouldn't feel good.  It should feel like a violation.  Why was her body reacting this way?  She could feel those three fingers clearly, pressing her wide, stroking like the penis in her vagina - almost like there was a second penis inside her.  Her mind retreated from that image, seizing instead on the facts.  It was a hand - three fingers - connected to an arm that was wrapped around her, and holding her close.<br/><br/>That shouldn't feel right either - Gerlinde was a woman and a member of the Reich, after all - but it was far less disturbing than any other vision that her imagination came up with.