<em>"Do what your body wants to do."</em><br/><br/>Lisle was balanced on a razor's edge, as fine as the scalpels that had distorted her legs, and as sharp as the needle that had bloated her clitoris.   Gerlinde's words pattered into her ears as that scent, and the vision-filling sight of the woman's cock overwhelmed her senses.  Fingers were finding places that conspired to smother conscious thought.<br/><br/><em>"What would kitty do?"</em><br/><br/><em>What did kitty have to do?</em><br/><br/>Conscious thought told her that she had to obey in order to survive.  Disobeying would take away the promised protection from pain.  Disobeying might make her unfit - a failed experiment destined for disposal.  How would a 'proper kitty' behave - one that was worth keeping?<br/><br/>Gerlinde would probably see this struggle, the human ego calculating what needed to be done.  It would resolve with a faint, trapped sound as every option was discarded except one.<br/><br/>A trembling tongue brushed over the sticky slit that rose so prominently in front of her.  Lisle's spine bowed downward, edging the length of her own sex down towards the cage of fingers that hovered so, so near.