Lisle blushed, managing not to pull away from that invasive touch.  No, that wasn't entirely true.  She wanted that touch, in a way.  Maybe not here and now, but she remembered how it felt to be touched there by a lover.  Hearing that her mouth wasn't going to be the only place to pleasure her captors filled her mind with dread, but filled her body with heat.<br/><br/>She licked lower, approaching the firm eggs below.  She didn't want to see the lust in the doctor's eyes - didn't want to feel the answering lust in her own sex - but it was burned into her memory with that single, heated gasp.<br/><br/><em>It isn't right,</em>she thought.  But she knew what the 'right' answer would be.<br/><br/>"B-because a - a good kitty wants something in there, Gerlinde?"