Lisle didn't see the torment in Doktor Baumann's eyes.  Emerald green focused down at the length pressing against her skin, restrained only by the fragile panties.  Her own feminine length had stirred as well, still concealed from view by the blanket.<br/><br/>"Like - you..." she said, a little distracted by the strangeness of her situation.  She was to be a pet.  A pleasure pet.  A pet to the Kommandant.  She would have to please the Kommandant.  "You'll make sure I'm ready - to be given to her."<br/><br/>She feared the Kommandant in a way that the doctor never could.  The doctor would never know the same  relationship that a prisoner knew with the woman who held life or death control over them.