There was no way Gerlinde could not feel surprised by the Kommandant's arrival, even though she had been expecting her.  Intensity like that was always surprising.  One could be as deliberate as one wanted to be when scrubbing one's feet to build a static charge, but when the blue lightning leapt, it always licked the heart with a tingle.<br/><br/>Whenever the Kommandant arrived, the excitement was always surprisingly strong .  It blew bright green neon through her veins - the same color of bar signs and Friedrichshein tram stations.  It made her back teeth feel freshly flossed - the kind of flossing that got the blood running down her throat.  It sharpened every smell.  Gerlinde saluted.  Her arm stayed loose.  But below, in her breeches, she was instantly rigid: High and pipe hard and on fire in the tenting leather.<br/><br/>"Guten morgen, Kommandant." Gerlinde was pleased to find that the only huskiness in her voice was the burr of the cigarette smoke.  It was something that concerned her these days - a concern that was never grounded in any actual fact.  She worried that there might come a masculine muddiness to her voice; some sullying of the light, almost crystalline pitch of her voice.  It was unfounded.  Gerlinde sounded as light as a ballerina's steps while two hen-egg balls ached fit to be hatching in her breeches; while ten inches of warm cock flesh demanded to be jacked.<br/><br/>Light as the left of a piano, she continued her report, switching ice floe eyes calmly from Tatiyana to the Kommandant.  Gerlinde shifted her hips as she did, subtly rubbing the tender ridges, flares and shaft of her cock against its confines; making her pussy's lips kiss each other below.  "A new potential solution for the virility enhancement experiment had me up all night."<br/><br/>She hid her smile at the inadvertent pun behind a drag of her cigarette, glaring at Tatiyana.  The smoke quelled her shivering, as did the sight of the girl's nudity stinging tighter and tighter with the cold.  Gerlinde congratulated herself.  She had chosen a most hardy, most delectable, most versatile specimen - no filet mignon this rohstoffe.  No.  The most prime cut, farm raised and immensely succulent.<br/><br/>She dragged her eyes over the girl's breasts.  Yes, Gerlinde thought; "immensely" was a fitting term.  She blew smoke on them, on Tatiyana.  "Sertoli and Leydig cells; I'd been ignoring using them in conjunction, instead just trying to boost virility and spermogenesis with testosterone.  The trick to getting the most virile and copious sperm, though, is in enhancing the local source of that hormone - the Sertoli and Leydig..."<br/><br/>A consideration like a riding crop's crack cut her short.  Gerlinde pursed her lips.  The Kommandant needn't hear about all this; not now.  She didn't need to hear Gerlinde prattle on like a junior lecturer just out of her abitur.  Gerlinde's new ache - her newly flossed feeling; her new prostate, fresh as a first kiss and just as anxious - told her what the Kommandant needed.  She needed it too, after all<br/><br/>Gerlinde flicked ash on Tatiyana's breasts.  It was easier than caring.  Caring led to wanting to make phone calls she could not make to loved ones she could never truly talk to.  Caring meant journal entries that had to be crossed out and marking an 'X' on your back for any waiting knife.  Hurting was easier.<br/><br/>She watched the girl's gigantic breasts tighten their nipples to embers and inhaled.  "Anyway, let us see her clitoris, see that she is free of disease, and then have her washed.  I have a clinic room ready for her."<br/><br/>A clinic room.  Gerlinde's flesh pushed hard against the leather.<br/><br/>A clinic room - a needle - a knife.  She dragged her incisor over her lush lower lip as her balls tingled.<br/><br/>An idea; an organ; a thousand boiling new urges.  Gerlinde inhaled; snuck a glance directly into the Kommandant's eyes with the lusty blue electricity of her own - the neon color of Berlin brothels.  She had so much ready for Tatiyana; so much to put inside her.<br/><br/>Gerlinde exhaled smooth as thick flesh sliding from the last of foreskin.