The hoarse whisper stung at Gerlinde - subtly at first, but the venom began to spread.  Gerlinde's touches were first to suffer; they slowed , the hand on Lisle's clitoris resting on her damp, hot thigh.  The fingers hung with sperm wipe themselves on Lisle's tongue.  Then her features fell a bit.<br/><br/>Then her cock softened, relaxing between lingering heaves.  And Gerlinde found herself wondering what upset her.<br/><br/>Was it that she would hurt Lisle to change her, and didn't want to?  Was it guilt?  Had she taken Lisle's words as accusation?  After all, the girl was right.  Gerlinde didn't have to change her.  If she really wanted to, she could choose someone else.  That led to one conclusion:  She did want to change her.<br/><br/>Gerlinde's cock stiffened like drying clay.  It began to lift up again.  Her pulse crawled on sharpened claws through her breasts, neck, pussy.  That sticky seam dribbled audibly into the hammock of Gerlinde's spread panties, and she relished the sound.<br/><br/>"I...do, actually."  Gerlinde replied.  She realized a moment later that she wasn't lying.  Mulling this, she picked up a local anesthetic from the surgical kit tray and a syringe.  Her eyes kept the sad green glow of Lisle's in ice palaces.  "You need to be special.  I don't want you dead, so...yes, I have to.  I could reject you, yes, and they would just take you out, stand you in front of a wall, and put a wire around your neck."<br/><br/>Saying it gave Gerlinde an involuntary shiver.  She lifted her chin to the angle of her black peaked cap.  It kept the chill memories of the strangulations she'd witnessed from getting their hands around her throat.  Gerlinde filled the syringe.<br/><br/>"I could rotate you back into the camps."  A genuine sadness struck her, and Gerlinde showed it to Lisle.  "Life expectancy there is all of five weeks.  Five weeks of cold, sharing a bunk with eight other skeletons.  Then it's typhus, or dysintery or starvation."<br/><br/>Gerlinde's mind was a litany: No. No. No.  The longer she stared into Lisle's eyes - those amazing eyes - the louder it got.  She shook her head.  Setting down the syringe, she filled another.<br/><br/>"I don't want that for you.  I want you to be special.  Special girls get warm beds and kind looks and fireplaces and birthday gifts and kisses and hot meals.  The most pleasing ones."<br/><br/>She filled a third.  She set it down.  The urge to touch Lisle's mouth, her lips, at the same time she caressed the dewy inner rim of Lisle's vagina stole into her.  Gerlinde did, slowly, making the action last until it stretched.<br/><br/>"I want that for you.  I like the idea of going to sleep at night, knowing Lisle is under blankets, her belly full, body healthy.  But I need to make you special.  And you need to be pleasing."<br/><br/>She set down the fourth filled syringe.  Gerlinde looked down; looked for some sign of what she meant.  She laid her hand against the soft pad of Lisle's lower belly, laying her middle finger in measure against the red candle of Lisle's clitoris.  The girl's clitoris was longer.<br/><br/>Gerlinde looked Lisle in the eyes as she lowered her face to it.  Her words wrapped a sticky heat around it with her breath.  Each syllable was a caress.<br/><br/>"Your amazing eyes.  How your clitoris grew.  How you licked.  It makes you special."<br/><br/>That last "l" ended with Gerlinde's lower lip on the rounded tallow tip of Lisle's clitoris.  She inhaled the fragrance - musk and reek and cream.  She stared up Lisle's body, thinking of how she liked playing with it.<br/><br/>She did want to do this.  Every bit of it.<br/><br/>The realization made her gums tingle and her tummy tighten.<br/><br/>"Tell me," Gerlinde said, the swollen clitoris wriggling on the words as they stirred the soft peel of her lips, trampling the flesh there with breath.  "You want to be special."<br/><br/>Then she put her lips tight around that length's tip, dropped her tongue along its underside to open her throat, and slid her mouth down to suck what the roaring vibrator bloated with shudders.