She examined the sheaf of documents whilst in transit to the Stalag. Her eyes scanned with precise, radar like sweeps. Each word absorbed. Each paragraph consumed. The subtle nuances of the sub-text of the cold, officially scripted report were not lost upon her. There were some in the hierarchy that balked at what was transpiring here in the East. Though they possessed the masculine flesh by birth, they failed to realize the underlying bedeutung of it. Yes, they grasped its vorhandensein when pissing or pleasuring themselves, but did they truly grasp its raw, undiluted potenz?<br/><br/>Her merciless green gaze narrowed.<br/><br/>No.<br/><br/>It would take the experiments here to dispel the clouds of doubt that shrouded their small minds like so much autumn mist.<br/><br/>She fingered the silver dagger affixed to her belt. She suppressed a shudder as her thoughts ran red with the blood of lacerated organs. To cut the disbelievers, deprive them of that gloriously aching bit of penetrating flesh.<br/><br/>Dummköpfe’s. They know not what they possess.<br/><br/>Her cock twitched. The violent images in her mind’s eye were like an aphrodisiac.<br/><br/>Her eyes fell upon one name and she allowed herself the luxury of a genuine smile.<br/><br/>Hauptsturmführer-Doktor Gerlinde Baumann.<br/><br/>Her credentials were impeccable. A bright star in this otherwise drab universe of scientific experimentation.<br/><br/>The transport rumbled into the Stalag and as she cast her cold, hard gaze from the grime encrusted window, she felt her testicles swell. The camp was suitably austere. As she steeped out, the cold greeted her like the tip of a finely honed knife. Bracingly sharp. The sky was gray and the ground iron under her booted feet as she strode purposefully, her stare as biting as the wind. The guards snapped to attention and the fear was most certainly alive in their vacant eyes.<br/><br/>Good. So very good.<br/><br/><br/>The Kommandant was ushered into the room with little fanfare. She did not wish to disturb the doktor with a geheimpolizei entourage.<br/><br/>“Guten Morgen, Doktor. I see you waste no time. That is good.”<br/><br/>The Kommandant smiled, brilliant white teeth, her tongue flickering almost imperceptibly over her incisors.<br/>