Just as Lisle kitty's mewls and nod had summoned a lively urge to fuse to Gerlinde, Lisle kitty's sob stung her.<br/><br/>The moment was still "special."  It was special in the way Lisle kitty was to be made "special."  It was transformative and penetrating and powerful.  It was still heady with arousal.  Gerlinde still swelled fit to burst.<br/><br/>But it was no longer sublime.  Notions of this being some heavenly connection were transmuted - they went from shared pleasure to a shared pain.  Gerlinde's mind began to drift around this new, round grief that orbited from Lisle puss' heart to her own.<br/><br/>"Shhh," she hushed in soothing tones, petting Lisle pussy's head and petting the gripping interior of her sundered ass.  She bucked faster into Lisle puss' interior, goring toward her belly, feeling the bumps through the press of their joined bellies.<br/><br/>Moments before, she had been sharing the nature of the lust they both bore.  Now, they shared another bond: That they were both girls transformed by the Reich for its perverse and predatory purpose.<br/><br/>"Shhh." Gerlinde hushed, kissing lightly.  "Shhh."<br/><br/>She stroked swift and thick in Lisle kitty, but the imminence of orgasm had receded.  Instead, Gerlinde's tension was snarled in her thoughts.  She looked into Lisle, making a study of reflections:  She had been a young girl with dreams of quietude and calm pleasures.  She had been a woman who wanted a husband and a car and some space to store dreams in and dust off from time to time.  She had wanted love.  She had wanted her body.<br/><br/>She missed being as she was.  And it was that conclusion - that pang - that made her cock into a stiff, dumb thing inside Lisle kitty.<br/><br/>Gerlinde worked into Lisle.  That was the word for it - it was work.  She had a task, a mission; it had been bolted into her body.  She had to obey it.  Liking it was incidental.<br/><br/>Gerlinde stopped shushing.  She kept Lisle clasped close, but did not pet.  Her finger pushed insistently at the underside of her cock, forcing the seed to stir up.<br/><br/>She did not want this body.  She did not want the cock.  She did not want to be inside such pain.<br/><br/>The cock did, though.  And though Gerlinde's heart tried to tug away, her flesh drilled deeper.  Her touches inspired it back to steamy flaring.  She hastened toward her spending, and her penis burned with thanks and bulged.<br/><br/>Until it burst.<br/><br/>Gerlinde orgasmed in silence, while her cock spoke volumes into the clutch of Lisle kitty's body, writing line after line of sizzling semen on the sweet sheath around it.