Lisle groaned as she was emptied - it felt as though her insides were being pulled out along with Gerlinde's cock.  She was still panting with reaction when the crop flashed down.<br/><br/>She yelped with the sudden shift in mood.  Had it been wrong to be even that open?  Would it have been better to deny everything and snuggle up as though she hadn't just been forced into her current position?  She scrambled to avoid another such strike, rolling over and starting to get to her hands and knees.<br/><br/>That was when the true impact of the surgery to her legs hit her.  Getting to her knees didn't bring her to quite the position that Gerlinde was demanding.  As she fearfully attempted to comply, she found that her feet fell into a disturbingly natural posture, pivoting easily into a tiptoe pose beneath her.