"The Kommandant is the one responsible for the prison, yes?  The one in charge of how the prisoners are treated?  Only a monster could let people live in such conditions," Lisle said bitterly.  She had no idea that the Kommandant shared that strange impossibility with Doktor Baumann, as she had never actually met the ruler of the Stalag, much less seen what lay beneath the snug, black uniform.<br/><br/>Then she felt the firmer tap of hardened flesh against her stomach and blushed.  She could hardly forget what had happened regarding<em>that</em>- the stretch of her lips around it, the steel beneath the skin, the sudden flood -<br/><br/>She felt more of that strange, tight feeling in her belly, and a warmth between her legs at the memory.  Another thought struck her.  "I - will have to - give pleasure - to the Kommandant?"