Hastening to the fridge, Gerlinde began sorting for something to snack on.<br/><br/>It was a good a cover as any for crying.<br/><br/>Just like her orgasm, a big, wild cry had been building up for awhile.  Its accumulation had been far more subtle, but it was no less explosive now.  Gerlinde began weeping.  By the time she had pushed aside leftovers and began rooting for something sweeter, she was sobbing audibly.<br/><br/>It was all too much - the intensity of the power and the sudden, vertiginous drops into powerlessness.  All the events of the past day wadded up like layers of nitroglycerin, wet and deadly, detonating in her chest:  Warping someone into her vision of some sick dream.  Finding a true gentleness and dearness in another person.  Having to prepare that person to serve a capricious figure of true mortal terror.  Having to submit to all these tasks.  Having to be in charge of them at the same time.  Having sex.  Having eaten.  Having her period on the way.<br/><br/>All too much.  Gerlinde leaned on her fridge and bawled.<br/><br/>The lie had been that proverbial last straw.  She heaved in a breath and flailed for some way to make that lie come true.  But there was no way; there was no way.<br/><br/>Lisle kitty had been made to please in all and every way.  That meant the Kommandant and her depraved whims - meant being a party to murder, the plaything at parties, a playmate to many with many guns at her head.  And all of this, Gerlinde had to prepare her for.  Adjusting Lisle kitty to a lack of mercy was the only mercy she could show her.<br/><br/>It would be better, she reasoned, to give her over to the guards for a night early on.  She imagined Lisle kitty impaled on a frame of penetrating bodies - of guards embedded in her mouth, two at a time, as others punctured her rutting bottom and pussy.  Try as she might, Gerlinde could not find the images arousing.  They were not what she wanted, and so the precious element of power was gone from the fantasy.<br/><br/>She had to find some way to prevent it.  Some protection.  Some deterrent.<br/><br/>It was when she was scowling at a bit of steak that had gone too tough and stale to eat that the idea came to her.  Gerlinde had glared at it through teary eyes and turned her wet-wreathed mouth down and thought that no one could even bite through that steak now, let alone appreciate it.<br/><br/>Then the idea hit her like a spike between the eyes.<br/><br/>Gerlinde grabbed her favorite treat from the fridge and stood.  She gathered herself, wiped her face of all but its miserable blush.  That embarrassed glow was rid when she took her tunic off.  She looked down at the ripe generosity of her breasts and felt stately again.  She had had a good idea.  And for someone accustomed to using good ideas to steer around life's sharp curves, there were few better feelings.<br/><br/>There was one better feeling, and it came to mind as Gerlinde strode into the bedroom:  Being inside Lisle puss.  Her cock began to cautiously lift itself up again, heavy with petulance.  The semen collected in her scrotum was a pile of quartz, pressing her awakening prostate.<br/><br/>Gerlinde was well on her way to fully erect as she reached the cat bed.  Seeing Lisle kitty curled in it sped her flesh the rest of the way.<br/><br/>She smiled with teeth and lowered a bit of her favorite treat - almond roca - to Lisle kitty's mouth.<br/><br/>Yes, the idea might just work.<br/><br/>"I have treats for good kitty." Gerlinde told Lisle as she sank into the cat bed, tugging down her breeches to expose the red stab of her cock.