The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside
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				Title: <strong>The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>12-02-2009, 22:02:22</strong>
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				0630 Hours.&nbsp; Somewhere in a nameless vastness of the East.<br><br>Gerlinde woke to the tap of someone throwing ice cubes onto her roof.<br><br>It was a morning like any other in this regard.&nbsp; Somewhere near, a mockingbird was screaming.&nbsp; Inside Gerlinde, the sticky traces of a wet dream of brown eyes and a stretched pink hole were fading.&nbsp; All around, human lives were being sorted like parts in a junkyard, contained within the lullaby buzz of electrical fences and stifled sobbing.&nbsp; It was a morning like any other.&nbsp; Gerlinde began it with the same thought as she had for the last three weeks of this spring:<br><br><em>Gerhardt.</em><br><br>Another tap, as if in confirmation, struck her roof.&nbsp; Gerlinde paid it no attention.&nbsp; Her right hand was already around the high signpost of her erect cock.&nbsp; Moaning stretched from her as she began stroking it.&nbsp; As Hauptsturmfuehrer-Doktor of the Nameless Stalag, Gerlinde Baumann had many duties to tend to and many sad, sick distractions to engage.&nbsp; But she had her priorities.&nbsp; She stroked firm and slow in languid exorcism of the dream that still bubbled thickly in her heavy testicles.<br><br>The tapping continued, almost unnoticed.&nbsp; The annoyance of it blended with the ball-peen hammer beat of the blood striking the inside of her penis.&nbsp; Gerlinde stroked faster, transfixed by the hot pulse under her hand and the phantom memories of brown eyes, tanned bodies, and the shove, shove, shove of her cock into a shaking body's strain.&nbsp; The hairy sack of her scrotum, seated on the wetly muttering mouth of her vagina, drew tighter.&nbsp; Pleasure sang its thick chords under her hand.&nbsp; <br><br>The tapping continued; the mockingbird was continuing to scream.&nbsp; Moans had become infrequent gasps.&nbsp; Pulses hit the inside of her hand.&nbsp; Gerlinde stroked faster.<br><br>She came.&nbsp; The fluid wasn't much - not from her cock - just bubbling over in sticky flows.&nbsp; It was enough to get her fresh prostate thundering.&nbsp; The gasps were now grunting, lifting her hips, until finally she settled.<br><br>Shame hit her for a moment.&nbsp; Gerlinde rolled over, letting her cock drool on the mattress from the point of her thick cockhead, which kissed each clinging strip goodbye.&nbsp; <br><br>Another tap hit.&nbsp; Now annoyance, without the insulation of the overwhelming lust, bothered at her mind.&nbsp; The annoyance was whet by the digits on the clock: 0645 Hours, East Time.&nbsp; Another tap hit.<br><br>Gerlinde sighed, and made a note to herself to speak to the Kommandant about getting Untersturmfuehrer Gerhardt to stop trying to drive the mockingbird away every morning.&nbsp; She stayed in bed another five minutes, trying to think of something other than that she did not belong here in the East.&nbsp; Her hand idled along the prong of her penis as she did.<br><br>0650.&nbsp; Gerlinde got up, wiping her moist hand on her thigh.&nbsp; The sperm clung there in beefy clusters, beginning to dry into curds.&nbsp; She activated the AMBi - the Ambient Music Broadcaster - by her bedside.&nbsp; The three rooms of her apartment filled with the sound of Peer Gynt.&nbsp; <br><br>Showering, stroking her cock a bit too long, Gerlinde readied herself and made a list:&nbsp; First, eat.&nbsp; Then dress.&nbsp; Then check the new stock of inmates.&nbsp; Then, check on the experiments ongoing - the six sexual disposition shifts and the four nerve expansions.&nbsp; Then, she would catch the Kommandant on the phone and mention Gerhardt.&nbsp; She would suggest he just use a rifle - it was a more final remedy for the bird anyway.&nbsp; No, she decided a moment later; she would just suggest that he leave off.&nbsp; The mockingbird's calling didn't bother her, after all.&nbsp; <br><br>She had to get her priorities straight, Gerlinde ruminated as her hand pumped along the veined, tingling mass of her cock.&nbsp; She had to get used to the fact that she had total authority.&nbsp; She would tell Gerhardt, an inferior ranking officer, to just suffer the bird.&nbsp; She had to get used to making people suffer for her slightest whims, after all.<br><br>Gerlinde made her way to the kitchen, wringing out her hair in a towel, and noticed a folded message on her table.&nbsp; She paused to read it before going to the fridge: These messages, delivered overnight into the privacy of her apartments, could come from only one person.&nbsp; That person's business was not to be set aside.&nbsp; Gerlinde opened it and read quickly.<br><br>As she suspected, at the head of the message was the letterhead of the Kommandant's office.&nbsp; The message was from Untersturmfuehrer Liebe though - the Kommandant's personal secretary, a flighty and overly fastidious woman.&nbsp; Those qualities, Gerlinde reflected, were what got her the position and ensured she survived it.&nbsp; That, and that Liebe had a cock and balls installed on her body, as all within the Kommandant's inner circle did.<br><br>Gerlinde perused the letter.&nbsp; Her eyes opened wider.&nbsp; The ready coil of her penis twitched.&nbsp; She forgot all about routines, mockingbirds and Gerhardt.&nbsp; Peer Gynt faded into the background of her mind.&nbsp; Her only thoughts were of suffering.<br><br>Fifteen minutes later, Doktor Gerlinde Baumann was fully dressed and entering the unbroken darkness of Cell N.<br><br><br>0600 Hours.&nbsp; Nameless Stalag.&nbsp; Cell N.<br><br>The occupant of Cell N woke to bareness and darkness.<br><br>There was something else in the darkness with her:&nbsp; Some other object.&nbsp; She was sure of it.&nbsp; But sharing the cell with her was the cold, and the cold leapt on her as she awoke.<br><br>It licked and bit at her nudity.&nbsp; It stole sharp edges in the slit of her core; it gnashed at her nipples and raked along the hardening bulbs of her breasts.&nbsp; The cold whipped her belly and swatted her rump and hissed over her legs and arms and neck until they trembled.&nbsp; And if darkness could smoke with cold, this darkness did, breathing thickly over her skin as she hung suspended standing on the balls of her feet.<br><br>A leather collar was around her neck, a chain attached it to the ceiling.&nbsp; This is all she knew.&nbsp; This, and the cold, timeless and angry and all over her.<br><br>0630 Hours.&nbsp; The occupant of Cell N was still suspended.&nbsp; Beyond the steel door of her chamber, the ward of the Stalag office was bustling to life.&nbsp; In the soundproof cell, the occupant could not hear it.&nbsp; She could hear only the cold, making her teeth a sewing machine, stitching into her body, rolling her heart in its hand.<br><br>0645 Hours.&nbsp; A night spent standing wracks her limbs.&nbsp; The darkness continues.&nbsp; The cold keeps gnawing.&nbsp; Much is happening beyond the door, but for her, there is only the cell and its invisible agonies.<br><br>0700 Hours.&nbsp; The door opens.&nbsp; The two caged lightbulbs on the cell ceiling open their ghostly yellow light.&nbsp; They illuminate the object that the occupant of Cell N was sharing the darkness with:&nbsp; A operating table, surrounded by mirrors and supplied with a full kit of tools.&nbsp; They shine on Doktor Gerlinde Baumann as she enters, wearing her leather blouse and leather breeches and carrying a countenance as heavy, stark and serious as the message in her hand.<br><br>"I'll let you down." Gerlinde says, shutting the door behind her and eating the last piece of almond roca in her palm.&nbsp; She glances at the letter again.<br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Dear Hauptsturmfuehrer-Doktor Baumann</span>, it reads.&nbsp; <span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">As you were surely aware, the Kommandant's birthday is two weeks away.&nbsp; It behooves you to deliver a present fitting your station.&nbsp; I would have you present the Kommandant with a pet.<br><br>Nothing too extravagant.&nbsp; A common animal will do.&nbsp; Something that will take her fancy.&nbsp; Something domestic and dear.&nbsp; The finest raw material awaits you in Cell N.&nbsp; Use her well.<br><br>Make sure your work is extraordinary.</span><br><br>Gerlinde folds the letter and puts in her pocket.&nbsp; She moves close to the woman.&nbsp; Before she knows what she is doing, Gerlinde is sliding her warm hands down the chill breasts of the occupant of Cell N, on a velvet drip to her hips.<br><br>"Don't worry about moving.&nbsp; We move you here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 00:12:45</strong>
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				Green eyes, almost unnaturally bright, opened in the prisoner's heart-shaped face.&nbsp; The collar dug into her chin, preventing her from looking away from the doctor as those hands brought welcome warmth.&nbsp; It was almost too warm, the hands nearly scalding her chilled flesh.<br><br>A strangled noise of protest escaped as those hands moved down, and coltish legs pushed for that extra quarter-inch of height.<br><br>"Please - I did - nothing," she said to this leather-clad - officer?&nbsp; It was always better to assume rank and be corrected than anger a tightly-wound German.&nbsp; The soft silk of an accent, surprisingly more Western, was apparent even through the chattering of her teeth.
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				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 00:26:54</strong>
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				Gerlinde might have spent a good number of minutes wondering over what breed of pet to make - what to break the girl into; what to reshape her as - if not for the girl's eyes.&nbsp; Gerlinde's mind worked that way.&nbsp; She would be the first to admit it.&nbsp; Giving her a creative project was like giving catnip-infused yarn to a kitten.&nbsp; She would bat it about, tug out the yarn, bat it some more, explore one thread, then fixate on another, then leap back to the first.&nbsp; She would have with the girl, teasing out the possibilities of qualities - canine, bovine, reptilian even - to inflict on the girl.&nbsp; If not for those eyes.<br><br>A look into those lamp-like green eyes, and it struck Gerlinde in an instant.&nbsp; It was the touch of a torch to her fascinating mind, and that mind took the kiss of that bright jade brand and saw clear:&nbsp; <br><br><em>She was a cat.&nbsp; She would be feline.</em><br><br>Gerlinde began to move, to talk - stroking the girl's flanks to test their suppleness; parting her legs and brushing the muscle tone to determine her health.&nbsp; Her mind was elsewhere, though.&nbsp; It was making a list.&nbsp; <br><br>If she spoke clearly or in a mumble, she was unaware of it.&nbsp; She ran her hands up to take the measure of the girl's breasts in their clinical clasp.&nbsp; "I didn't say you did anything."<br><br><em>A tail.&nbsp; That would take time to grow; a little time to graft.</em><br><br>"I'm not sure that it matters if you did."&nbsp; Gerlinde stroked down, parting the girl's legs.&nbsp; Her eyes took exact note of the condition of the girl's vagina, right down to clitoral size, labial thickness, pubic hair.<br><br><em>Special legs.&nbsp; Those would take time to heal.&nbsp; Paws.&nbsp; Time to heal as well; less time.</em><br><br>"Really, only obedience matters.&nbsp; It'll keep the worse things from happening to you."&nbsp; Gerlinde lifted her hands to the collar and unbuckled it.&nbsp; There was ice in her voice; she tasted it.&nbsp; It tasted like gravel coated in frost.&nbsp; "Very, very bad things happen around here.&nbsp; Giving birth to animals.&nbsp; Being used as a toilet.&nbsp; Worse things."<br><br>She sighed.&nbsp; She looked into the girl's eyes.&nbsp; Ah, those green eyes.&nbsp; They set her pussy salivating and her cock kicking like the leg of a newborn bull.&nbsp; Gerlinde was tingling.&nbsp; She showed that excitement to the girl - the excitement and the promise of a certain cold mercy.<br><br>She took the girl's weight in hand and, with some exertion, some difficulty, led her over to lay on the operating table.<br><br><em>A big kitten clitty too.&nbsp; Kitty clitty.&nbsp; Nice and big.</em><br><br>Yes, she was rock in her breeches now.&nbsp; Rock above a river in a tight rift.&nbsp; She fondled the girl as she laid her on the table.&nbsp; She even took note of how she smelled.<br><br>"But, yes, sure, keep talking to me.&nbsp; Maybe something will help you.&nbsp; I will be moving you, but I don't have to be mean." Gerlinde said, spreading the girl out on the table.
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 00:58:27</strong>
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				Even if escape had been a possibility, the cold had left her muscles sluggish, unwilling to respond.&nbsp; As she was brought down, she almost fell when strained muscles tried to cramp.&nbsp; <br><br>"If - ah! - If I have not done anything - then - why was I locked up in here?" she asked, wincing as her limbs were straightened.&nbsp; It felt strange to have a woman touching her so intimately, but she was in no condition to protest.&nbsp; She had been stretched taut for too long, and in such cold - nothing like the warmer shores of her homeland.<br><br>Still, she was in overall good health, suffering only from a the night's exposure.&nbsp; Her body type would fit being a cat as well, lean and supple, with a long torso and firm, high breasts.&nbsp; It spoke of a natural grace, only stiffened temporarily by the cold.<br><br>"I - do not wish to be a toilet," she said, feeling her stomach lurch at the possibilities that were revealed to her.
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				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 01:16:37</strong>
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				Curiosity piqued as the girl continued to pule and protest.&nbsp; Gerlinde moved the rubbery stiffness of those supple limbs into place on the table, then began strapping down her wrists and ankles under the tough, smooth leather of the bindings - a fixture standard to all the operating tables of the Stalag.&nbsp; As she did, she allowed her touches to linger a bit too long on the fresh silk of gooseflesh breasts, on the cold marble inside the girl's thighs.&nbsp; And she talked, because now her mind was wandering again, teasing with what the girl had said.<br><br>"I don't want you to be a toilet either, so you best obey."&nbsp; Gerlinde tugged the steel buckles in place over the wide tongues of the leather straps.&nbsp; She glanced over the girl's eyes.&nbsp; What she saw there, spiked both lust and spite through her system.&nbsp; Lust, as she wanted that wet look of helplessness wrapped around her stare as the girl's pussy wrapped around her cock to suckle.&nbsp; And spite, because she hated the girl for making her want these things.<br><br>She pinched a nipple hard before she could stop herself.&nbsp; Then Gerlinde resolved to not even think about stopping herself again.&nbsp; She would do whatever she wanted with this girl.&nbsp; And whatever extent of shame or dismay or pain doing those delicious things caused her, she would make the girl pay for it.<br><br>"You tell me, though - what did you do?&nbsp; How did you end up here?"&nbsp; Gerlinde's mind played with a recent memory: That of her and Marta, her favorite among the inmates, watching a movie together.&nbsp; It had been a classic - an old spy film, "The Bourne Identity."&nbsp; In it, a man of prodigious talents was hunted as he stalked the trail of his own identity.&nbsp; The man's amnesia made him dangerous; his unraveling of his identity's mystery made him a target.&nbsp; Gerlinde had found the movie largely uninteresting but for this central conceit, and had mostly entertained herself by squeezing the excited Marta and coddling her thoughts of how happy it made the wild, punkish, primal girl.&nbsp; The evening had been more an appreciation that she could still make someone - even an inmate under her charge - genuinely happy, than it had been about the film.&nbsp; <br><br>Yet now the film came back, freshly spiced with the notion that the girl's mysterious identity had somehow brought her to this place of destruction.&nbsp; Gerlinde felt an almost carnal lust for discovering what that identity was - why the girl was here.&nbsp; It would not matter soon.&nbsp; But for now, it mattered a lot.<br><br>Her mind made a note of what it was doing to continue the operation: Picking up the Testostercortizan syringe, its chamber full of shiny blue liquid; picking up an egg-shaped remote control vibrator.&nbsp; The syringe she held in one hand.&nbsp; The vibrator, she set between the girl's legs.<br><br>Then, she took hold of one breast.&nbsp; Bracing its firm bulge with her fingers, Gerlinde began rubbing the nipple hard, as though trying to strike a lighter to fire.&nbsp; She pierced the girl's eyes with her own.&nbsp; She wrapped that wet helplessness around her stare.&nbsp; And she let her wandering mind speak.<br><br>"Tell me.&nbsp; Best tell me the important parts.&nbsp; All the secrets.&nbsp; Best come clean.&nbsp; Because it might not matter soon."&nbsp; If it did at all, Gerlinde thought.&nbsp; "Tell me everything, and maybe it'll make a difference."
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 04:33:27</strong>
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				For a moment, there was a stubborn set to the delicate jaw as straps locked down limbs that were only now starting to respond to their owner's wishes.&nbsp; She resolved not to tell this woman anything of importance.&nbsp; That resolve was quickly broken as cold-tightened flesh was compressed even further, sending streams of fiery pain jolting through her breasts.<br><br>She hadn't been told much about her missions.&nbsp; It wasn't an issue of trust, just an acknowledgment that sometimes the best of plans get shot to hell.&nbsp; That was what had happened this time.&nbsp; <br><br>"I had a supply run - Amsterdam to Brussels.&nbsp; I had to take a different road because of the bombings.&nbsp; The next thing I knew, I was being pulled from the cab and questioned about my cargo.&nbsp; Then they put me in a transport to a Stalag."<br><br>She had been told that she was hauling was medical supplies, but that was only a cover.&nbsp; She'd had no idea what was really in those crates.
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				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 04:43:48</strong>
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				"A supply run, hm.&nbsp; That's interesting."&nbsp; <em>Not really</em>, Gerlinde thought, aiming her syringe down at the split between the girl's thighs.&nbsp; She was sure there was more to the story, but the stereotype that the girl was just a common partisan banished any romance to listening to the story.&nbsp; The wildness of what was going to happen to her became all the more important.&nbsp; "Amsterdam's a nice city.&nbsp; I love the Van Gogh Museum."<br><br>Gerlinde dropped her hand down to the girl's vulva and parted the lips tenderly.&nbsp; She moved her fingers wide, stretched out the top until the head of the girl's clitoris was exposed, still cringing under its hood.&nbsp; A flash of malevolence hit her.&nbsp; She wanted to humiliate the girl; to break her down, make her less than human before actually treating her like it.&nbsp; <br><br>"Amsterdam's known for its pretty whores.&nbsp; Were you a pretty whore too?"&nbsp; She felt guilty as soon as saying it.&nbsp; It didn't keep the twitch of a smile from her lips; just a twitch.&nbsp; Then she focused on her work.<br><br>She put the syringe tip against the little pea of flesh under the hood.&nbsp; One hand, spread skillet-warm on the girl's belly, kept her hips in place.&nbsp; The other slid the point of the needle into the clitoris.&nbsp; <br><br>She depressed the plunger.&nbsp; Testostercortizan filled the organ deep within.&nbsp; Gerlinde knew what it would do, and her brain clamored with shock that she was doing it to the girl.&nbsp; Within instants, she thought, those eight-thousand nerve endings would begin to flower into four thousand more.&nbsp; Within minutes, the meat would begin to balloon to nearly double size.&nbsp; By then, the girl's entire vagina would be awash in testosterone, produced within itself, raging with arousal.<br><br>It made her press the plunger down all the more slowly.&nbsp; It kept her stare on the girl's face.&nbsp; It didn't make Gerlinde feel good.&nbsp; It made her feel something vile.&nbsp; Something better than good.
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 05:12:02</strong>
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				"I wasn't -" she started, spots of color rising in a face made pale with the cold.&nbsp; Then the needle entered, and she arched as those thousands of nerve endings were violated by the slender tube of metal.&nbsp; She could feel the fluid pressing into the flesh, making room for itself for a moment before being absorbed into the tissue.<br><br>"What are you doing?" she cried out as soon as she could find voice for anything other than a scream.&nbsp; She could feel - something.&nbsp; Something almost writhing under the thin skin of her sex.&nbsp; It increased in intensity by the second, making her feel a pool of warmth spreading through her pelvis.&nbsp; All the while, her clitoris felt like it was being clawed from within.<br><br>In her spread position, she was able to look down between her legs at the nearly-bare patch of her sex - trimmed close for hygiene, they said.&nbsp; She was certain that she saw movement.<br><br>"What is happening?"
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				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 05:22:18</strong>
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				"We will see." Gerlinde replied.&nbsp; She hoped she didn't sound too much like a matinee villain, but she drew out the words like they were sugarcubes melting on her tongue.&nbsp; That rich, new, better-than-good, vile feeling was spreading in her like a drug.&nbsp; <br><br>It rubbed her imagination to a rash.&nbsp; It had her blood leaping in her veins.&nbsp; Gerlinde felt almost drunk; she felt like something now had ahold of her and the girl, and was propelling them down a darkly wondrous path.&nbsp; And she knew this feeling was correct.&nbsp; The transformations had begun.&nbsp; There was no turning back now.<br><br>"In theory, what I just put in you will turn your little clitoris there," Gerlinde tapped the violated little nub like striking a piano key.&nbsp; "Into an engine, producing high amounts of the hormones that control sexual arousal.&nbsp; Estrogen and testosterone; especially testosterone.&nbsp; It'll be pumping those out like mad.&nbsp; <br><br>"And." Gerlinde picked the egg-shaped vibrator.&nbsp; Her other hand began tracing the lips of the girl's vagina, brushing the petals over and over, playing with them and within.&nbsp; "It will expand it.&nbsp; How large, we will see.&nbsp; Maybe a blackberry.&nbsp; Maybe a thumb.&nbsp; Maybe larger."<br><br>"Let's watch closely, shall we?"&nbsp; <br><br>Gerlinde kept tracing, beginning to pump the rubber egg into the hollow of the girl's body - shoving it in leaden slow, drawing it out even slower, pushing it in again.&nbsp; Her thoughts were transfixed on what might happen:&nbsp; Wonder at how large the girl would grow pulsed quicksilver through her veins.&nbsp; And down in the long branch of her cock, Gerlinde's own growth was stirring, shoving visibly at the captivity of her breeches.<br><br>This, she thought - this is why I love being a doctor.&nbsp; She did not blush darkly to admit it to herself - not any place the girl could see.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 06:12:27</strong>
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				The tap was a fortissimo jolt to the prisoner.&nbsp; Even if the names of the hormones meant very little to her, the effects were becoming more and more apparent.&nbsp; The heat flooding her was dizzying, made even worse as the doctor began to push something smooth and round into her.&nbsp; It wasn't long before the egg was gleaming with fluid.<br><br>"E-expand?&nbsp; I - I will look like a boy!" she said in horror, even though the peaked mounds high on her chest would deny that to all but the completely blind.&nbsp; Even now, the tiny nub had grown enough to peek past the folds of her labia, flushed crimson with the blood rushing into it.&nbsp; It had none of the contours of an actual penis.&nbsp; Instead, it was still a smooth, almost featureless protrusion, slowly rising stiffly from its nest.
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				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 06:23:12</strong>
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				"My goodness." Gerlinde said, her amazement whet with the arousal that her senses licked like frosting from every breath of the air that was now sodden with the girl's helpless arousal.&nbsp; She watched the nub bulge out obscenely, its skin stretching and growing with a startling, grotesque speed.&nbsp; She helped it on its way with languid stabs of the rubber egg into the kiss of the girl's vagina.&nbsp; "So you will.&nbsp; Just look at you grow.<br><br>"Your body must have wanted this bad."&nbsp; The egg stroked inside the clasp of the girl's vault.&nbsp; Gerlinde's eyes grabbed ahold of those glorious, swamp-lantern green eyes.&nbsp; She sucked on them like candies, catching every flash.&nbsp; <br><br>And there was no doubt now.&nbsp; No wondering about stale parallels with old cinema, or awkward imaginings about the girl's past, or stumbling schemes as to what she'd do to the girl.&nbsp; There were no questions; only one:&nbsp; What would she do next?<br><br>And she could do anything.&nbsp; She was livid and fluid in her breeches.&nbsp; She was nearly erupting.&nbsp; She leaked on her thigh from balls as tight as bearings.&nbsp; Gerlinde pushed the egg almost all the way in, until the girl's little socket gaped around its thickness, almost eating it.<br><br>She could do anything.<br><br>"Does it feel good?"&nbsp; Gerlinde asked, her questions pouring out delightedly, driving like the pump and thrust of the egg.&nbsp; "It must.&nbsp; Does it feel just wonderful?&nbsp; You tell me.&nbsp; Speak truthfully, because if you lie, I'll do things to that tongue of yours that will make sure it can never speak another word - false or true - again."<br><br>Gerlinde smiled.&nbsp; This time the smile held.&nbsp; One finger played a major key on the many expanding, branching threads of the girl's clitoral nerves as she stroked it along the rising head.&nbsp; Her other hand twitched her wrist.<br><br>Gerlinde shoved the egg in, and watched the girl's drooling vagina swallow it.<br><br>"Tell me if it feels good.&nbsp; And I will tell you what I'm going to do to you."<br><br>With her cock raging in command, Gerlinde let her finger lift a dollop of slick from the girl's slit to the girl's mouth.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 06:49:07</strong>
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				Terror filled the girl's eyes.&nbsp; The nub had extended a full inch from its former hiding place, seeming to grow with every frantic heartbeat.&nbsp; At the question, those green orbs lifted from the display at her groin and met the ice blue of the doctor's gaze.<br><br><em>What is the correct answer?</em>&nbsp; she wondered, appalled at what was happening to her, but not wanting to lose her ability to speak.&nbsp; The tapping caused her to arch again, straining at the leather bands.&nbsp; The feeling was intense - far more intense than any self-stimulation that she had ever engaged in.&nbsp; She felt herself spread wide before drawing the rubber egg between softly pulsing walls.<br><br>"I - I - t-too much!&nbsp; Oh god - I - I can't -"&nbsp; She was writhing now, flushed and even perspiring despite the chill.&nbsp; Her changing flesh was hypersensitive to the point where pleasure became pain.&nbsp; She bucked in the restraints, but the flooding testosterone kept her from feeling any satiation.&nbsp; Her eyes glistened as she tried to focus on the musky-smelling finger approaching her face.
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				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 07:00:16</strong>
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				Gerlinde's finger brushed its gloss in a heavy carpet on the girl's lips.&nbsp; She relished the motion - the feel of the sticky oil smearing on the horrified lips.&nbsp; She didn't want it to end; she wanted to keep rolling and rolling that fluid on the girl, to make the girl taste what her body had made in reaction to what Gerlinde was doing to it.&nbsp; If this moment had a flavor, it was the flavor of that fluid: Helpless arousal, born of violation, tasting rich and necessary.&nbsp; Gerlinde could savor that taste endlessly.&nbsp; She wanted the girl to savor it too; to enjoy it the same way she would enjoy any of this - helplessly.<br><br>It almost made her feel sorry for the parts the girl could not enjoy.&nbsp; Any regret vanished with the weight of the vibrator's remote as Gerlinde picked it up.<br><br>Her eyes flashed, their ice thirsty.&nbsp; They drank in the glistening green, the thirst in them bare and edged and glorious.&nbsp; She wanted the girl to see that.&nbsp; She wanted her to feel her cock inside her; feel how it was throbbing and huge now.<br><br>Gerlinde purred rather than laugh in exultation.&nbsp; "That was an honest answer."<br><br>She clicked on the remote.&nbsp; Inside the girl, the vibrator took on an audible thrumming, rolling inside the stretched cavity of her body.&nbsp; And now, any pretense of the girl's past mattering vanished.&nbsp; She might have taken lovers before, but nothing like this.&nbsp; Nothing like what she was feeling, now that her clitoris was expanding inhumanly large, cupping the vibrations of the egg, suckling on them.&nbsp; Gerlinde had seen to that.<br><br>"I'll give you an honest reply."&nbsp; Gerlinde brought her other hand up to cradle the heart-shaped outline of the girl's face.&nbsp; "You're going to be a pussy cat.&nbsp; I'm going to turn you into one, nice and slowly.&nbsp; Change your body, stitch by stitch, graft by graft, injection by injection."<br><br>Each word tasted so good.&nbsp; Just like pussy cream.&nbsp; Just like the color of the girl's eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>Gerlinde let the words soak in as she played with the frequency knob on the remote, stroking the girl's face, and thinking of pliers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 18:52:50</strong>
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				There was the briefest flash of a pink tongue-tip, followed by an expression of horrified disgust.&nbsp; The tears that had threatened now spilled over as she read the insane desire in the doctor's eyes.&nbsp; There was no false sympathy there any more, and any 'mercy' was merely going to result in a different form of torture.<br><br>The vibration was as sudden as a thunder-crack, resonating through the metal of the table as much as it resonated in the obscene length that now stretched like a finger from her cleft.<br><br>"A - c-cat?!" she repeated, still seeking the doctor's face as an alternative to the slow mutation of her genitals.&nbsp; It didn't remove that change from her mind, as stronger pulsations rolled over the thick shape of the vibrator, making her nether lips twitch visibly.&nbsp; Even the length of her expanded clit bucked as if it was trying to spend.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 19:23:54</strong>
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				A glance away from the girl's face, down to the quaking hips at the other end of the table, steals Gerlinde's attention.&nbsp; She had been thinking of pliers - thinking of surgical shears and nanoguides; of making out with a man ten years her senior in a Berlin cinema's projection office; of UFOs, bright and green and heavenly - and then all those thoughts went away.&nbsp; Gerlinde had only one thought, and it fled from her lips, pulling a trail of other words with it.<br><br>"Oh...look at you grow.&nbsp; You're getting huge."&nbsp; Gerlinde said.&nbsp; The girl's clitoris was like a smooth, twitching finger now.&nbsp; Pink porpoise-smooth skin flashed with wet pulses inside.&nbsp; The nerves were almost visible in their spreading matrix, clinging to flesh that widened and pulsed and grew.&nbsp; This kind of reaction was expected but the size, the rapidity, was startling.&nbsp; Gerlinde reminded herself to note this in her medical journal.<br><br>"Look."&nbsp; She urged.&nbsp; "Look."<br><br>In reward, she clicked the vibrator onto a deeper, swifter setting.<br><br>Then she looked back into the girl's eyes, giving them a chamber of ice to hide in.&nbsp; Lust had Gerlinde by the neck.&nbsp; Her throat felt as turgid as her cock, and while one hand stayed on the girl's face, petting, her other hand dipped to her breeches' clasp.&nbsp; She ignored what that hand was doing as it sped the clasp open.<br><br>"It's amazing, isn't it?&nbsp; I can...imagine how it feels.&nbsp; As you'll soon see."&nbsp; Her thumb caught the rim of her panties, blindly slipping under and trying to tug the implacable cling of the leather down.&nbsp; She concentrated on drinking up all the wonder and shock and sensation tempestuous in the girl's eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>"But this was good," Gerlinde held up the finger that the girl licked.&nbsp; "When you licked.&nbsp; And how you're reacting.&nbsp; It means this'll be easier on you than it might be.&nbsp; Because, yes, you're going to be a cat - or, well, cat-like."<br><br>She tugged harder at her pants.&nbsp; She put the other cream-moistened fingers on the girl's mouth, riding the panting peel of her lower lip in waves of musky taste.<br><br>"And it can be very painful.&nbsp; Very painful and frightening.&nbsp; I mean, any plans you might have had - dreams of becoming a great painter, or shacking up with a husband and kids, or building and flying model airplanes - those are gone."<br><br>The pants refused to drop over the lance of her prick.&nbsp; Gerlinde fumbled, yanked.&nbsp; The rigid pole in her pants bucked obstinately against the leather, tenting it and refusing to budge.&nbsp; Veins and shaft roared their protest.&nbsp; Gerlinde struggled the breeches to stretch forward, trying to pull it around the broad, tender pole.&nbsp; <br><br>Her words poured out in gasps, heat skating on bright blades around the ice of her eyes.&nbsp; Her cherubic face fought down a blush.<br><br>"But if you try to please, I promise you that it will be as easy a process as possible.&nbsp; I'll see to it.&nbsp; You have that instinct in you; licking my finger felt right.&nbsp; Some part of that rolling thing I put in you feels good.&nbsp; Hold on to that."<br><br>The leather scraped over the timber of Gerlinde's penis.&nbsp; She hissed, lips drawn, as the leather raked the tip.&nbsp; It felt raw and almost painful, and amazing.&nbsp; She was as shocked by how new and fresh such sensations felt as by the intensity of it.&nbsp; She savored it the same way she did her first drink of hard liquor, stolen from her father's study.&nbsp; Goldschlager.&nbsp; Yes.&nbsp; The feeling singing in glinting flakes and burning fluid inside the glass-hard tube of her cock was just like a bolt of Goldschlager.<br><br>"You treat me with pleasure and I promise you - what's your name?"<br><br>Gerlinde's penis lanced up, freed of confinement and radiant with its liberty.&nbsp; Ten inches long and two and a half across, it stood at an upward angle, almost purple with arousal.&nbsp; Veins cut thick across the rolling terrain of the stiff shaft.&nbsp; The head had its tiny mouth messy with smelly gloss that had leaked free and broke.&nbsp; It stood from the smooth bareness of her slender belly, aimed for the girl's face.<br><br>Gerlinde's stroking hand turned the girl's face to the side, angling it for her penis' wide angle.&nbsp; She stepped in.&nbsp; Distance narrowed to a shaved inch from the girl's lips.&nbsp; Gerlinde wet those ruddy lips with the girl's fluid, ringed them with her pussy juice as though transforming them into her aching labia.<br><br>"I promise you.&nbsp; Treat me with pleasure and respect, and I will keep all the pain away I can."<br><br>Gerlinde's cock and balls beat emphasis.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 20:11:33</strong>
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				It was insane - the idea of being made into some sort of animal, the idea of growing that - <em>thing</em> from her sex, the singing sensation that was racing through her unwilling body, the flavor as she tried to wet fear-dried lips.&nbsp; Then she saw what the doctor had been hiding behind that leather apron, and sanity was no longer a consideration.&nbsp; She gaped at the pole - larger than anything she'd seen before - for a full minute before she realized that she had been asked a question.<br><br>Her name.&nbsp; She hadn't been referred to by name since entering the Stalag.&nbsp; She had been told she was namenlos.&nbsp; 'Girl,' 'you,' and worse had been what the guards called her, but it hadn't been so long that she had forgotten another name.<br><br>"L-Lisle," she answered, pulling her head away from that shaft as best as she could, staring at it as though it was a snake.&nbsp; "How - You're not -" She glanced back at the doctor's face, half hoping that the injection she had received was really a powerful hallucinogen.<br><br>The vibration quaked through her, anchoring her to the here and now - or at least to the square foot of her pelvic region.&nbsp; The cold had ceased to matter, as had the hard table.&nbsp; They were minor things compared to what horrors loomed ahead - her very humanity stripped away, but why?&nbsp; That was a question she wouldn't ask - she didn't want to find out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 20:26:52</strong>
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				Gerlinde's lust had felt hard.&nbsp; It had seemed like a a stretch of tundra under sunlight, or the technicolor anger that flashed from animals as they fought over the right to rut.&nbsp; It had seemed mountainous.&nbsp; She didn't realize what a thing of wet tissue and instants it was until the girl's shock sliced right through the stiffness that baked in her cock and balls and pussy, touching a fresh vein of memory.&nbsp; <br><br>Gerlinde's cock stayed iron and long.&nbsp; It doubled its beat, even as Lisle cringed away from it.&nbsp; She still glowed with every flushing push of blood into the swollen, wet core of her body.&nbsp; But her heart staggered a step.&nbsp; Her angelic face ruffled its snow.<br><br>"No...I'm not."&nbsp; Gerlinde glanced down at herself.&nbsp; A familiar dollop of venom hit her chest hard; not the fountain it used to be, but a dram of dread all the same.&nbsp; It was just a glance, but it made her breath thinner, colder.&nbsp; Her cock only grew to feel it.&nbsp; She watched it grow.&nbsp; But for just a glance.&nbsp; <br><br>"They did this to me."&nbsp; Her hand stroked along the swollen central tube of her urethra, the fondness on the touch making it tingle warm.&nbsp; A flash of high-school locker room shyness hit the back of her brain with a fear of stolen looks and steamy nudity.&nbsp; "I...woke up this way.&nbsp; It - I won't do this to you, Lisle.&nbsp; A lot of other things, but not this."<br><br>The memory of high school began to fade.&nbsp; A bold, red pride took its place.&nbsp; Touching her penis, feeling the girl's breath touch it, inspired a warm certainty to dawn in her.&nbsp; Her eyes hardened around the weeping green of Lisle's.&nbsp; <br><br>"It feels good, though.&nbsp; Very good.&nbsp; They said..."&nbsp; She paused in savor, stroking herself and relishing how fat and long her penis felt in her hand, like handling the branch of a tree and feeling the ache to climb it rising in her breast.&nbsp; "They said it would help me...inspire me to do what I have to do here as the doctor.&nbsp; They were right.&nbsp; And what I'm doing to you will help you too."<br><br>Gerlinde dipped the hand from her sex.&nbsp; She looked Lisle in the eyes as she touched the remote, cranking it a bit higher.&nbsp; The vibrator's buzz took on a wet, livid bass.&nbsp; She clasped her penis again, tickling along the shaft and the curvature of the glans until it twitched.<br><br>"You need to suck me now, puss puss."&nbsp; Gerlinde tossed her russet hair over her shoulder with a tilt of her head under her black, peaked cap.&nbsp; "You pleasure me now, with your mouth.&nbsp; And if you're good at it, if I believe you're trying to do the best you can, I'll make sure this all won't hurt.&nbsp; That's to guide you.&nbsp; Guide you like this..."<br><br>Gerlinde rolled her dense, mottled foreskin over her purple glans, then drew it back.<br><br>"Guides me.&nbsp; Otherwise, I promise you, it's going to be bad.&nbsp; And neither of us wants that."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 21:24:55</strong>
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				"I'm not a whore," Lisle said softly, remembering the doctor's comments about Amsterdam.&nbsp; It wasn't an outright refusal - closer to an explanation, and almost an apology.&nbsp; From her angle, the other woman's cock looked even bigger than it really was, and she had only a basic idea about the act she was being ordered to perform.<br><br><em>Suck me now, puss puss.</em>&nbsp; It sounded straight forward enough, even to a mind struggling against the news of her future and the buzzing fury of the vibrator inside her.&nbsp; Desire was irrelevant, unless it was the desire to avoid pain.&nbsp; Tears trickled down her cheeks as she forced her head closer to the impossibility before her, and trembling lips touched the searing heat of the head.<br><br>The taste made her throat tighten with renewed hysteria.&nbsp; She'd had a lover once - a kind young man who had promised to marry her once the war ended.&nbsp; She'd had a ring from him that she had worn even after his own truck had been blown up on a run.&nbsp; The ring was long gone, stripped from her with the rest of her belongings when she was brought to the Stalag.&nbsp; <br><br>He had never asked this of her.&nbsp; The tentative suction against the doctor's monstrosity was the first time her lips had touched that portion of a man - and it wasn't even <em>on</em> a man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 21:43:47</strong>
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				Suction on the aching tip of her engorged glans put a hot hand around Gerlinde's balls and heart and tips of tits.&nbsp; The hand tugged.&nbsp; Muscles bore down like silk rope against the lead of a storm.&nbsp; Gerlinde felt her prostate - the new, essential, swollen part of herself where her clitoris used to sit - suck down roughly on the blood rushing through her.&nbsp; The suction reached all the way to her neck, pulling a tiny gasp from her.<br><br>Feeling frothed up like champagne bubbles all through her penis and the clenching shallow of her vagina.&nbsp; They fizzed into fire as she looked into those weeping, glorious green eyes.&nbsp; Thoughts came with them:<br><br>Thoughts of wonder at how delicious this all felt.&nbsp; Thoughts questioning why she did this - was it to truly help the girl adapt to her station as a creature of pleasure?&nbsp; Was it for her own weird lust?&nbsp; Was it because she needed to feel in charge?&nbsp; Was it just to cum?&nbsp; Thoughts of romance and sadness, inchoate.&nbsp; <br><br>Gerlinde's balls worked like a gripping fist as Lisle began to suckle inexpertly.&nbsp; Their need widened Gerline's eyes and nostrils; engorged them with heat.&nbsp; Something like compassion stroked at her heart, inspired by the feeling of having her cock secure inside a willing mouth - albeit one ringed with tears.&nbsp; <br><br>She lowered a hand and brushed Lisle's face.&nbsp; "I know you're not."&nbsp; Gerlinde said, her voice like torn taffeta.&nbsp; "I didn't mean it.&nbsp; But you have to learn to pleasure and be pleasured.<br><br>"I can tell you don't really know how."&nbsp; And now her prostate sounded like a depth charge, rippling excitement through her pussy's tense cave and the shaft of her cock.&nbsp; Now her heartbeat began to race.&nbsp; She kept stroking, and moved her lush hips to push the fat, flavorful point of her penis in and out of the tight trap of Lisle's lips.&nbsp; "How to suck.&nbsp; I'll teach you.&nbsp; You have to learn.<br><br>"Move your tongue more."&nbsp; Just saying it made the silken surface of Gerlinde's cock balloon.&nbsp; The touches on Lisle's face became firmer.<br><br>"Lick where you think it will feel good."&nbsp; A charge of pre-seminal fluid fit like a bullet into the back of her glans' pursed slit.<br><br>"Explore, and work your cheeks.&nbsp; Try to take more of me."&nbsp; Her mind revolted at what she was saying.&nbsp; Her balls boiled, glorying in it.&nbsp; For an instant, Gerlinde wondered how she got here - why - how she could get back.&nbsp; <br><br>Then there was only the feeling of moving forward, deeper, as she pushed her hips forward and eased a bit deeper into Lisle, turning the vibrator up another diabolical notch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 22:00:15</strong>
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				<em>I don't want to learn,</em> Lisle thought, even as her lips were forced wider.&nbsp; She licked clumsily, broad strokes with no precision.&nbsp; She sobbed deep in her throat as the bitter-salt taste slowly took over her mouth, then more sharply as the vibrator sent a stronger jolt through the blossoming sensitivity of her extending clit.&nbsp; She wondered how large it was now - how freakish it looked.&nbsp; Surely no man would want her now, and that brought another pang to her throat.<br><br>Despite all this, the testosterone that her body was producing had her slick and leaking cream, and the vibrations had those muscles tensing in response.&nbsp; Sometimes, the rippling motions even shifted the device, causing the sound to alter audibly in pitch.<br><br>A cat.&nbsp; Taught to please.&nbsp; Some kind of entertainment for the guards?&nbsp; The mention of birthing animals flitted through her mind like a raven, but she had been told that would be only if she didn't obey.<br><br>For that reason alone, Lisle obeyed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 22:20:09</strong>
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				Everything was feeling wonderful.&nbsp; Gerlinde had to admit it, as the guilt and confusion was drown by a hot tide of pleasure that welled up from the base of her body, making the ripe bow of her lips leak little light grunts of pleasure.<br><br>The underside of her cock was like a rail, charged with rumbling races of feeling to and from the clotted station of her testicles.&nbsp; The back of it felt like a bone, spreading wider and wider.&nbsp; She watched the head pop into the seal of Lisle's lips; she hissed, her nipples hardening to scalpel points, as the glans bloated inside the girl's mouth.&nbsp; That all felt wonderful.<br><br>Touching Lisle's sad face; wonderful.&nbsp; Coils of sperm churning and knotting in her balls; wonderful.&nbsp; Simpering cream drizzling out of her own slit, down toward where her cotton panties spread between marble thighs; wonderful.&nbsp; All wonderful.&nbsp; <br><br>But something was wrong.&nbsp; Gerlinde grunted as her prostate squeezed and squeezed, trying to grab more clots of sperm and shove them into her cock; as that cock tried to release, and got only harder.&nbsp; Her chinaware-fine voice had a crack in it, and as she pet Lisle's tummy, fingers straying near where the grotesque of the girl's clit was bobbing and listing in growth, Gerlinde felt almost angry.<br><br>"No.&nbsp; That's not good licking.&nbsp; You're not...concentrating."<br><br>She felt spited.<br><br>"Not trying to please me."<br><br>She glared.&nbsp; What more did the girl want?&nbsp; She had done her best to explain the situation; instructed the girl.&nbsp; She had told her she had to please, and how.&nbsp; What was the hold up?&nbsp; Gerlinde's cock and balls and stewing hormones raged with a soaring impatience.<br><br>"Focus, puss puss!"&nbsp; Gerlinde raised her voice.&nbsp; The velvet academician was gone from her thoughts.&nbsp; She was aching with urge to rut now, and release demanded she have it now.&nbsp; It made her pull her hips back and then ease the bulging spade back in, teasing Lisle's lips with penetration.&nbsp; It made her mad.&nbsp; She reached her hand down and took up the expanding stub of Lisle's clitoris.<br><br>"God, look at this fucking thing." Gerlinde grumbled, her light voice making the sound like a fistful of broken crystal.&nbsp; Her fingers cradled the red root of the clitoris, stroking it, feeling it fighting to expand more in elastic jerks.&nbsp; She wondered how much larger it would get - it seemed to want to get huge.&nbsp; Running the base of her thumb over it in a circling motion, she pet it and traced nerves.&nbsp; "It's huge.&nbsp; Big and red.&nbsp; And that's never going to change.&nbsp; It's like that forever.&nbsp; It's only going to get bigger, if anything.<br><br>"Bigger, needier." Gerlinde glared back down at Lisle and began to stuff all that fat flesh forming the purple end of her prick against Lisle's tongue.&nbsp; "And you're not trying.&nbsp; Maybe you want me to be mean."<br><br>She closed her hand tighter around the clitoris.&nbsp; For a moment, she was shocked by its length.&nbsp; Then it grew more.&nbsp; Just a bit, but enough to make Gerlinde gasp.<br><br>"Use that tongue to please and make me cum now, pussy.&nbsp; Take me in.&nbsp; You don't want to make me angry."<br><br>The way Gerlinde's eyes were flashing, her heart smashing her breasts and her cock raging, she wasn't sure it wasn't already too late.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 22:34:32</strong>
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				A frightened squeak sounded as Lisle felt the sensitive tissue of her clit getting mauled and heard the fury in the doctor's voice.&nbsp; She lapped more quickly, more diligently, tear-bright eyes seeking any positive reaction to tell her she was doing what was asked.&nbsp; A shove, and Lisle felt the pain of a stretch at the corners of her mouth&nbsp; Another shove, and her mouth was stuffed full of unnatural flesh.&nbsp; All she can do now is scrub her tongue along the underside of the shaft.&nbsp; Gasps and whimpers of fear sounded harsh in her ears, possibly loud enough to be heard in the stone cell, definitely enough to be felt in the taut confines of her mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 22:48:53</strong>
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				There.<br><br>Embedded.&nbsp; Licked hysterically.&nbsp; Suckled in a panic.&nbsp; There - there is where Gerlinde's cock needed to be.&nbsp; There is where it felt so right.<br><br>"Nn.&nbsp; Fuck."&nbsp; Gerlinde choked in a whisper.&nbsp; She was calmer already, the whimpers and gasps were like a massage on her nerves.&nbsp; All around the muscly bulk of her penis, Lisle's mouth was working swift and well.&nbsp; It melted away that anger, and left the heat in Gerlinde rolling with a molten ease.<br><br>"Yes."&nbsp; The word was a slow release of steam.<br><br>She looked down at the green seeking of Lisle's sparkly bright eyes.&nbsp; Gerlinde's stare smiled like glaciers in summer.&nbsp; Hips moved to steadily draw the broad prong of her penis out of the hyper-stretched mouth, then slowly, unstoppably push it back in until tongue dented and gorge was tickled with pre-seed kisses.<br><br>"That's right.&nbsp; That feels good.&nbsp; Trace the curves.&nbsp; Explore them.&nbsp; The veins too.&nbsp; Pretend like you're trying to study it."&nbsp; Gerlinde's wit flashed; her prostate pulsed fit to buck her penis against the trapping mouth.&nbsp; "A cramming session."<br><br>She felt guilty for saying it the instant it was out.&nbsp; This was no time for humor.&nbsp; The girl was in torment.&nbsp; Gerlinde liked that; she could admit that much.&nbsp; Still, she didn't want to humiliate her - harm her in that way.&nbsp; The caresses on Lisle's mutated clitoris became silky light, just tickling up and down the flower garden of nerves, stroking in time with Lisle's suckling.<br><br>"You're so pretty, Lisle.&nbsp; You're like a picture in a storybook.&nbsp; So beautiful.&nbsp; Those eyes."<br><br>Gerlinde pet Lisle's face, drying her tears, sanctioning the suckling cheeks with sweeps of her fingertips.&nbsp; Her voice was just as silken as those brushes - just as light as the fondling of Lisle's clitoris.<br><br>"That's good.&nbsp; Try new things.&nbsp; Try to find the slit at the tip.&nbsp; It's alright.&nbsp; You're doing good."<br><br>So good that Gerlinde couldn't continue.&nbsp; She swallowed the ball bearing in her throat; her tits throbbed as wide as suns and her balls, cock, pussy and prostate were one surging tempest of feeling.&nbsp; Drawing out a bit, she stroked up Lisle's clitoris.&nbsp; Pushing her cock in, she stroked down.<br><br>Up and down.&nbsp; In and out.&nbsp; There.&nbsp; In and out and up and down and she relaxed.&nbsp; She swelled more.&nbsp; There.&nbsp; She stared into Lisle's eyes.<br><br>"So beautiful."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 23:27:50</strong>
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				Lisle didn't dare relax, swabbing urgently at what was stuffed into her mouth.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Very, very bad things happen around here.</em><br><br>The chill sparkle in the doctor's eyes was as much reassurance as she was likely to get, she thought, and she did her best to follow the instructions.&nbsp; She found the narrow vee where the shaft met the helmet.&nbsp; She found the broad ridge along the bottom of the shaft.&nbsp; She found the place where clots of musk seeped from the tip.<br><br>And then the doctor's fingers found the right level of touch.&nbsp; <br><br>Lisle felt a moan bubble up, twisted into a questioning sound by her own disbelief.&nbsp; Too light to be pain, too unwanted to be pleasure - or so she thought.&nbsp; Her thighs tensed, trying to hold something that just wasn't there before flattening to deny that action.<br><br><em>I don't want this,</em> she thought.&nbsp; <em>I don't, I don't, I don't.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>13-02-2009, 23:44:44</strong>
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				Aquatic.&nbsp; Things were nice and aquatic for Gerlinde.&nbsp; <br><br>The urgency of the tongue laving her implanted penis was a fine and frantic wash around a succulent stretching feeling.&nbsp; It was like being buried in the most nervous of tide pools, the clinging tissue twitching and lashing and squirming in delicious desperation.&nbsp; And Gerlinde did not think of anything else but this:&nbsp; Her flesh sank in and she sank into its experience, and let the sensations soak through.<br><br>They both were learning, she thought.&nbsp; Lisle, learning how to please.&nbsp; Gerlinde, learning how to be pleased.&nbsp; A shared discovery stretching the experience of their flesh like dusk stretches the horizon.&nbsp; Ah, discovery.&nbsp; Ah, science.&nbsp; <br><br>Gerlinde kept looking into Lisle's eyes, their blue steady and sharp as a compass.&nbsp; She resolved to teach her.&nbsp; First, she taught her she was a good student, and that it was alright, by stroking the flossy hair on the back of Lisle's neck, and nuzzling her caving cheeks with the heel of her hand.<br><br>"Good, Lisle.&nbsp; It's alright."&nbsp; The words came out still burning, twitching from the tongue that tapped the back of her teeth.&nbsp; She stared and she pet.&nbsp; "I won't choke you."<br><br>And she put the clump of her cockhead so deep that Lisle's gorge grabbed onto its tip and pulled a string of pre-seed out.<br><br>She drew back.&nbsp; She continued her teaching.&nbsp; And all the while, her hand kept skimming along the rigidity of Lisle's clitoris, in just the way that had made Lisle moan.&nbsp; She stroked in just that precise way, seeing how it would lead.&nbsp; She stroked and taught.<br><br>When Lisle licked the narrow "V" where the shaft met the glans, Gerlinde sighed luxuriously.&nbsp; The pulse in her cock took on a triphammer pace.&nbsp; "That's...very good there.&nbsp; When you lick it."<br><br>She stroked in just that precise way along the clitoris' hot lift, faster now.<br><br>Gerlinde purred; her eyes dropped sultry, as Lisle lapped along the broad ridge hanging under the shaft in tubular softness.&nbsp; "That's nice.&nbsp; It...tells...the cum there to...come out."<br><br>She stroked in that special, that wonderful way along the seethe of Lisle's clitoris, as her prostate strained fit to pop.&nbsp; She stroked slower, deeper there.&nbsp; <br><br>Gerlinde moaned in a throaty, rugged sound; she gasped as Lisle teased the satiny prod of her tongue inside the slit of the glans and culled out a stroke of fluid.&nbsp; Her eyes were electrical fires inside Lisle's.&nbsp; She was so pleased.&nbsp; So excited.&nbsp; She showed that.<br><br>"That's best of all."<br><br>And she was panting now.&nbsp; Gerlinde had learned; she stroked that splendid, right level of touch rapidly, screwing her hips a bit, churning the big prod in the elastic grasp of Lisle's mouth.&nbsp; Her pale, slender belly tensed.&nbsp; The fingers that brushed Lisle's face had a shiver in them.&nbsp; Her voice had the same.<br><br>"Now you know how to please."&nbsp; <br><br>Gerlinde stroked faster, consumed by the shared pleasure - the shared discovery - the ecstasy flaring up in her.<br><br>"Now...show me...all you learned.&nbsp; Please me."<br><br>She stroked and pet and submerged in green eyes and wet mouth and buzzing pussy scent.<br><br>"Please me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 00:35:03</strong>
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				She had to continue.&nbsp; She <em>had</em> to.&nbsp; If she wanted to avoid the 'worse things' that the doctor had mentioned, she needed to learn and to please.&nbsp; Lisle continued, even developing a crude sense of rhythm.<br><br>True, she panicked when she felt her throat briefly plugged, and struggled not to cough as something slick drizzled down the back of it.&nbsp; True, she showed fear of retribution in her eyes as she tried to keep everything the doctor said in mind.<br><br>Still, she endured, even when her cheeks burned with shame at the wet eager sounds of her sucking and the moans that rose unbidden from the caresses of that swollen prong.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 01:00:43</strong>
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				And it was then, as Lisle began to moan and make wet, eager noises, that Gerlinde felt the point of no return collide in her core.&nbsp; Her prostate seized, fused, sparkled like a shorting circuit.&nbsp; Fluid began to rush into her cock.&nbsp; Her pussy's sheath fluttered; a stocking around a monsoon.&nbsp; <br><br>And this was when, she thought, everything had to continue just as it was, forever.&nbsp; Her hand was nearly delicate as it rinsed Lisle's face with salt drifts of her tears and shallows of her dripping saliva.&nbsp; Her other hand went faster - still light, but a fast autumn wind over the tender, fresh antler of Lisle's new clitoris.&nbsp; <br><br>Gerlinde was going to cum.&nbsp; She wanted Lisle to cum too.&nbsp; There was almost a tone of entreaty in the angelic notes of her voice.<br><br>"It's g-going to happen now, Lisle..."&nbsp; Gerlinde told her.&nbsp; Her cock's shaft began bearing down, tension pulling from all the way up in her navel's pit.&nbsp; The knob of its end bloated like a fruit about to split with ripeness.&nbsp; She looked reassuringly into Lisle's eyes.&nbsp; "Sperm is...going to come...<br><br>"Keep...pleasing.&nbsp; Just suck...what comes...down."<br><br>Gerlinde's fingers tried to become electricity, whirring up and down Lisle's clitoris, as the tiny branch leapt and stretched inside them.&nbsp; She drew her penis back, until the apple of the glans crouched on Lisle's tongue.&nbsp; She was going to brush the girl's throat again.&nbsp; She was going to say more.<br><br>"You c-convinced me...you like...to..."<br><br>Gerlinde grunted like crushing candy as she came.<br><br>Her penis exploded out a rush of hot, thick semen.&nbsp; It was no river; it came as a blast.&nbsp; Then another blast.&nbsp; The built up tension fired spray upon sticky, flavorful spray.&nbsp; Four sprays was followed by a spurt in a yeasty strand.&nbsp; That one, Gerlinde felt unrooting from her prostate and ripping up the shaft before stabbing out of the glans.&nbsp; More of those dense, slow spurts.&nbsp; <br><br>And her fingers continued stroking their blaze, stitching light on Lisle's clitoris.&nbsp; And she tried to speak.<br><br>"Nm...good, Lisle...c-n spit...s'alright..."<br><br>And she could only cum, in liquid pops flying up the blazing log of her penis from her brutish, flexing balls.&nbsp; Gerlinde put all the sperm she had built up in that prior night's wet dream - not released by her weak masturbation that morning - and all the great volumes of sperm Lisle had inspired, into Lisle.&nbsp; She emptied herself, high breasts thrashing fat, pulse upon pulse until only little spits from her pulsating glans added to the pint of semen.&nbsp; She stared and stroked and came hard.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 02:25:54</strong>
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				As distorted as the doctor's words were, it didn't matter.&nbsp; Lisle's body was awash with sensation - the feeling of drowning as what felt like gallons washed into her throat, the heady rush of those fingers dancing on her inhumanly long clitoris, the self-disgust at what she was doing in exchange for a reprieve from pain.<br><br>Some of the semen went down her throat.&nbsp; It wasn't that she tried to swallow it, but a startled rush of air through her nose as <em>something</em> brought her back up in an arch swept the clots of seed along with it.&nbsp; She started coughing as some inevitably went the wrong way, cringing back to try to catch her breath. <br><br>Some of it had gone down - partly swallowed, partly inhaled.&nbsp; The rest dribbled from the sides of her mouth, trickling down her reddened cheeks with the same sluggish flow as the fluids trickling out of her vagina.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 02:40:47</strong>
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				For awhile, Gerlinde was just in paradise:&nbsp; Her body like a hot, white sand beach, tingling and sharp with sensations.&nbsp; The coral of her vagina with its ocean-flavored, thick tide.&nbsp; Every breath a mai tai.&nbsp; And the great, red, gusty hurricanes blowing through the throat of her rigid penis, up from the brewing gulf of her prostate.<br><br>Paradise.&nbsp; <br><br>And even after, she found herself sultry as the last stretch of a wave.&nbsp; She bubbled with warmth, moving her fingers lazily along the root of Lisle's deranged clitoris, petting its throbs and softness.&nbsp; Leaning forward, her penis rested next to a snowy shoulder, near where the last strand of seed had laid a pearl strap on Lisle's throat.&nbsp; Gerlinde gazed down at the weakly coughing, powerfully convulsing girl with watercolor blue eyes.<br><br>And even despite Lisle being strapped to a table, forcibly naked, fed sperm, mutilated, Gerlinde felt a certain affection tingling in the air.&nbsp; She made me feel so nice, Gerlinde thought, licking her fingers slowly up and down that red branch of a clitoris.&nbsp; No need to hurt her any more.<br><br>Any more than I have to.<br><br>"Here."&nbsp; Gerlinde gathered the stray bands of semen on her finger.&nbsp; They were like curds floating in a lake of pearly whey, each a dense, plaster white, teeming with sperm.&nbsp; She gathered up one strand from Lisle's throat, another from her chin, a lot from her cheek.&nbsp; "You did really good, Lisle.&nbsp; I didn't think you would at first.&nbsp; But then you learned.<br><br>"I was still unconvinced."&nbsp; She admitted, leaving off the caress of Lisle's rigid pubic meat and brushing her damp brow instead.&nbsp; Gerlinde reflected on how precious quiet was around here, staring into Lisle's eyes, waiting for the girl to settle her breath entirely.&nbsp; There were no questions now; just the enjoyment of afterglow, the fact of orgasm, smoldering down.&nbsp; It made Gerlinde feel loquacious - the way late-evening salons and acid trips did.&nbsp; She spoke her mind. "I didn't know if I would spare you or not.&nbsp; Then I saw how much you were enjoying it.<br><br>"You came so hard."&nbsp; Gerlinde lifted her fingers to the face she stroked, proffering the deep, white runnels of sperm to Lisle's lips.<br><br>"You can be very pleasing, can't you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 03:18:01</strong>
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				The seed trickled into Lisle's mouth, swallowed only by reflex as the thick liquid pooled.&nbsp; Lisle felt drained, unable to summon the strength to pull away from the dripping fingers.<br><br>"You don't - have to change me," she whispered hoarsely.&nbsp; "I - I can be pleasing - without that."&nbsp; She meant it.&nbsp; She could put up with treatment like this in order to retain her humanity.&nbsp; She - she could learn to be a 'pretty whore', even learn to make those degrading sounds in order to 'please' someone.&nbsp; Keep them happy, and she could keep her body - mostly, anyways.<br><br>She was still feeling an ache between her legs.&nbsp; She risked a glance down to see how large she had grown.&nbsp; It was a faint relief that it didn't have the same swollen tip that a penis would have, but it was still far too blatant - too easy a target.&nbsp; Deep in her body, the vibrator still rumbled, sending the occasional shiver through her spine - or was that the cold seeping back into her awareness?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 04:28:52</strong>
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				The hoarse whisper stung at Gerlinde - subtly at first, but the venom began to spread.&nbsp; Gerlinde's touches were first to suffer; they slowed , the hand on Lisle's clitoris resting on her damp, hot thigh.&nbsp; The fingers hung with sperm wipe themselves on Lisle's tongue.&nbsp; Then her features fell a bit.<br><br>Then her cock softened, relaxing between lingering heaves.&nbsp; And Gerlinde found herself wondering what upset her.<br><br>Was it that she would hurt Lisle to change her, and didn't want to?&nbsp; Was it guilt?&nbsp; Had she taken Lisle's words as accusation?&nbsp; After all, the girl was right.&nbsp; Gerlinde didn't have to change her.&nbsp; If she really wanted to, she could choose someone else.&nbsp; That led to one conclusion:&nbsp; She did want to change her.<br><br>Gerlinde's cock stiffened like drying clay.&nbsp; It began to lift up again.&nbsp; Her pulse crawled on sharpened claws through her breasts, neck, pussy.&nbsp; That sticky seam dribbled audibly into the hammock of Gerlinde's spread panties, and she relished the sound.<br><br>"I...do, actually."&nbsp; Gerlinde replied.&nbsp; She realized a moment later that she wasn't lying.&nbsp; Mulling this, she picked up a local anesthetic from the surgical kit tray and a syringe.&nbsp; Her eyes kept the sad green glow of Lisle's in ice palaces.&nbsp; "You need to be special.&nbsp; I don't want you dead, so...yes, I have to.&nbsp; I could reject you, yes, and they would just take you out, stand you in front of a wall, and put a wire around your neck."<br><br>Saying it gave Gerlinde an involuntary shiver.&nbsp; She lifted her chin to the angle of her black peaked cap.&nbsp; It kept the chill memories of the strangulations she'd witnessed from getting their hands around her throat.&nbsp; Gerlinde filled the syringe.<br><br>"I could rotate you back into the camps."&nbsp; A genuine sadness struck her, and Gerlinde showed it to Lisle.&nbsp; "Life expectancy there is all of five weeks.&nbsp; Five weeks of cold, sharing a bunk with eight other skeletons.&nbsp; Then it's typhus, or dysintery or starvation."<br><br>Gerlinde's mind was a litany: No. No. No.&nbsp; The longer she stared into Lisle's eyes - those amazing eyes - the louder it got.&nbsp; She shook her head.&nbsp; Setting down the syringe, she filled another.<br><br>"I don't want that for you.&nbsp; I want you to be special.&nbsp; Special girls get warm beds and kind looks and fireplaces and birthday gifts and kisses and hot meals.&nbsp; The most pleasing ones."<br><br>She filled a third.&nbsp; She set it down.&nbsp; The urge to touch Lisle's mouth, her lips, at the same time she caressed the dewy inner rim of Lisle's vagina stole into her.&nbsp; Gerlinde did, slowly, making the action last until it stretched.<br><br>"I want that for you.&nbsp; I like the idea of going to sleep at night, knowing Lisle is under blankets, her belly full, body healthy.&nbsp; But I need to make you special.&nbsp; And you need to be pleasing."<br><br>She set down the fourth filled syringe.&nbsp; Gerlinde looked down; looked for some sign of what she meant.&nbsp; She laid her hand against the soft pad of Lisle's lower belly, laying her middle finger in measure against the red candle of Lisle's clitoris.&nbsp; The girl's clitoris was longer.<br><br>Gerlinde looked Lisle in the eyes as she lowered her face to it.&nbsp; Her words wrapped a sticky heat around it with her breath.&nbsp; Each syllable was a caress.<br><br>"Your amazing eyes.&nbsp; How your clitoris grew.&nbsp; How you licked.&nbsp; It makes you special."<br><br>That last "l" ended with Gerlinde's lower lip on the rounded tallow tip of Lisle's clitoris.&nbsp; She inhaled the fragrance - musk and reek and cream.&nbsp; She stared up Lisle's body, thinking of how she liked playing with it.<br><br>She did want to do this.&nbsp; Every bit of it.&nbsp; <br><br>The realization made her gums tingle and her tummy tighten.<br><br>"Tell me," Gerlinde said, the swollen clitoris wriggling on the words as they stirred the soft peel of her lips, trampling the flesh there with breath.&nbsp; "You want to be special."<br><br>Then she put her lips tight around that length's tip, dropped her tongue along its underside to open her throat, and slid her mouth down to suck what the roaring vibrator bloated with shudders.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 04:51:04</strong>
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				The mention of the wire made those emerald eyes widen.&nbsp; As much as she didn't want to change, didn't want to hurt - she didn't want to <em>die</em>.&nbsp; And whether it was by the relative swiftness of wire or the slow torture of disease and deprivation, the only choices ahead of her were submitting or dying.<br><br>Whether the doctor was telling the truth or lying to her, the words had the desired effect.&nbsp; She would have to decide between saving her humanity at the cost of her life, or sacrificing her form in order to live.&nbsp; Lisle sucked her lower lip between her teeth as she tries to rationalize either choice.<br><br>Then warmth encased the prong between her legs, and she felt a blaze shoot up her spine.&nbsp; She couldn't stop the cry that burst from her lungs, thready and high-pitched.&nbsp; Her hands tightened, trying to dig her short-clipped nails into the unyielding table as white exploded behind her eyelids.<br><br>When her throat could form words again, she heard her voice crackling out the only real answer to the doctor's offer.<br><br>"Please - d-don't send me back."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 05:11:41</strong>
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				Once the clitoris slipped its spongy length into her mouth, creasing her tongue and nuzzling the roof, Gerlinde soothed again.&nbsp; She had never sucked a girl before the camp, had never imagined she would have such an interest in a vagina beyond the academic.&nbsp; Now she was fascinated with what she was doing - with the flesh in her mouth.<br><br>It was silky and plump and tasted as though marinaded in a hot soak of pussy taste.&nbsp; Her reflections fled briefly to a silly parallel - hard candy; the way it seemed to just ooze flavor and ooze flavor, stronger and stronger, and never seem to melt.&nbsp; Lisle's clitoris stiffened and throbbed out the flavor of pussy, pussy distilled, with the subtle hint of aloe that was solely hers.&nbsp; Gerlinde guided that twitching prong to the back of her mouth, depressing her tongue to let it enter her throat, until her lips touched the trim hairs on Lisle's pubis.&nbsp; <br><br>She kissed her belly, looking her in the eyes.&nbsp; Her gorge pinched at the clitoris' tip.&nbsp; She pulled up, slicing her tongue side to side as she rose.&nbsp; <br><br>Gerlinde felt relaxed.&nbsp; And she needed it.&nbsp; She needed to suck, soothe with sucking, soak in the vibrator's massage.&nbsp; She needed to be calm before she used the shears.&nbsp; Otherwise, artwork would just be butchery.<br><br>"Keep talking.&nbsp; I like your voice."<br><br>Then down she went again, the clitoris riding the velvet carpet of her tongue, which curled it, flicking in welcome, before she sucked it in.&nbsp; Her cheeks stroked its bloat.&nbsp; Breath rumbled out to caress its stretch.&nbsp; Lips clasped around what the vibrator made shiver. Gerlinde made a tight case of her mouth, laid the clitoris on her tongue like a bed of fire, and moaned in rhythmic suckling.<br><br>Yes, she would hurt Lisle.&nbsp; Badly.&nbsp; But part of enjoying it, meant enjoying it in her own time.<br><br>Gerlinde smiled through her eyes and did not stop suckling until that long, long piece of hard candy felt about to crack apart.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 05:32:45</strong>
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				"I - I'll do whatever you want," Lisle babbled, talking for the sheer sake of talking.&nbsp; "I - I'll learn to suck you.&nbsp; I'll learn to like it.&nbsp; Y-you can - use me."&nbsp; She blushed, unable to say the words that would make her truly a whore.&nbsp; "A-anything you wa- oh god!"<br><br>Hips bucked under the doctor's ministrations.&nbsp; Her clitoris felt twice as sensitive as before, and the suckling on that long expanse of nerves was electric.&nbsp; Again, her thighs tensed, this time pressing oh-so-lightly against the woman between them - the buckles would not permit anything more substantial.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 05:57:32</strong>
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				Gerlinde roamed her hands over the bound body.&nbsp; Knowing that body was bound brought all the more salt and savor to the taste of the organ pulsing deep in the chamber of her mouth.&nbsp; It made her veins sing at a higher key.&nbsp; She imagined herself some bold conductor, playing Lisle's flesh like an instrument - some symphony devoted to her helplessness and lust.&nbsp; <br><br>The thought brought a grin to the pucker of her velvety lips as they kneaded, massaging the base of Lisle's clitoris.&nbsp; The tip, troubled by the fierce rolling rumble of the vibrator, licked the opening to Lisle's throat.&nbsp; Somehow, that anxious, puffy nub's touching made her breath even.&nbsp; It made her hands wander slower over Lisle's breasts and tummy.<br><br>Then she pulled herself up.&nbsp; "Tell me some things.&nbsp; Tell me how I might use you."<br><br>Then down she went again, to where the rumbling egg turned Lisle's vagina in a shuddering, throbbing, swollen thing, and where the clitoris towered like a wet, weeping clot of wax.&nbsp; Gerlinde was lusty for it.&nbsp; She devoured it.&nbsp; Her tongue lashed and flickered on the meatiness, and the taste of pussy flooded her senses.<br><br>What a taste - what a scent - Gerlinde thought.&nbsp; How had she not noticed it; appreciated it and studied it like the magical lure it was?&nbsp; It was as rich as the pages of a book and as essential as the smells of morning.&nbsp; It had gradations like blown glass, notes like wine, an intoxication, sublime.&nbsp; &nbsp;Gerlinde wriggled her nose against Lisle's tummy playfully; rubbed her lips on the hairs.&nbsp; <br><br>Her leather tunic's sleeves rubbed the tensing insides of Lisle's thighs as she stroked her.&nbsp; Then one hand dipped, picked up a syringe.<br><br>Gerlinde played the needle over Lisle's hand.&nbsp; She was enjoying this tease; this totality of owning someone so alluring - so many alluring, beautiful qualities.&nbsp; She could do anything.<br><br>She sucked harder, leaning her chin in to press its snowy crest against the seam of Lisle's stuffed and shuddering slit.&nbsp; She played with teeth and tongue with light scraping.&nbsp; She stared and listened, and waited for the storm to come to those green eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 06:32:28</strong>
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				Lisle struggled to think.&nbsp; She knew a little about sex - what a 'good girl' was expected to know to please her husband, and that had been learned earlier than she had expected.&nbsp; Her lover had taught her how to be a good wife beneath him.&nbsp; Whores did other things, she knew, but such things weren't discussed in polite company.<br><br>"I - could warm your bed, s-satisfy your - urges - I can cook and clean..." the latter two seemed vaguely ridiculous as an offer, but she was grasping at straws with a mind made clumsy by the urges that her altered body was forcing on her.<br><br>Then, she felt the cold kiss of the needle.&nbsp; "Oh god, please!"&nbsp; She knew it was too late to hope for any such mercy, but the plea was involuntary.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 06:43:53</strong>
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				And just like that, the mood was ruined.&nbsp; Gerlinde sucked on, injected the syringe, and got a bit sullen.&nbsp; Yes, their was the depression of the plunger, sending the local anesthetic streaming through Lisle's right hand to appreciate.&nbsp; There was a thrill - another barrier of experimentation broken.&nbsp; Just thinking of what she would do that hand made Gerlinde's lips fix like hot wax.<br><br>And yes, there was that sublime taste: The Botticelli 'Birth of Venus' was now at the fore of Gerlinde's mind; her mouth was drawing on the corals and ivories and seafoams invested in that portrait - on the wetness that was clam shell, fertility, ocean, woman.&nbsp; She teased the invertebrate flesh, stenciling it with her tongue, and she more than enjoyed it.&nbsp; Gerlinde gorged on it, and in the shudderings within Lisle's vault.<br><br>But behind the cool stained glass of her blue eyes, demons of spite were stringing their bows and taking aim at poor, transfixed Venus.&nbsp; Gerlinde was beginning to spite Lisle's recalcitrance.&nbsp; She wanted the girl to spend again.&nbsp; She wanted lewdness to pour from her.&nbsp; She wanted that power - the power to tear her apart with pleasure.<br><br>Resignedly, she sighed and suckled a bit longer.&nbsp; Then, with saliva trailing their strands down from her lips and her leather sleeves stroking Lisle's thighs, Gerlinde rose up.&nbsp; She grabbed the next needle and injected Lisle's hand.<br><br>"Please what, kitty?" Gerlinde growled.&nbsp; Yes, the girl would be a cat - not a recalcitrant girl.&nbsp; Not for longer.&nbsp; Gerlinde would take her apart - with piercing, penetrating tools if not with the womanly wetness of her mouth.<br><br>"Please what?&nbsp; Don't beg God."&nbsp; Gerlinde gathered a foot kindly and injected it.&nbsp; Then the other.&nbsp; "Beg me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 07:01:00</strong>
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				Lisle felt her fingers go thick and heavy as the local took effect.&nbsp; She whimpered, writhing beneath the doctor's ministrations.&nbsp; Her heart pounded, making the drug race through the tissue even faster, under she could no longer feel the table beneath her hand.<br><br>"Please - doctor - I'll be good - I'll obey... Just - d-don't hurt me," she begged.&nbsp; Her toes curled as her feet were lifted and then numbed.&nbsp; She was already spreadeagled, and there was a growing puddle of musky cream between her legs.&nbsp; In that much, the doctor had succeeded.&nbsp; Lisle would not enjoy the change, but it was as inevitable as the climaxes she had been driven to.<br><br>She no longer begged for it not to occur.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 07:17:45</strong>
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				The begging touched that tender vein inside Gerlinde again.&nbsp; She felt it resonate, like a single string on a stripped instrument.&nbsp; It was insistent and it was raw.&nbsp; It was also very weak.&nbsp; A cold remove - a feeling not unlike Gerlinde had experienced during her first time in jail for civil disobedience, or her first time opening a cadaver, or that one night in Berlin, when she had been nearly mugged and raped by a junkie - flooded her.&nbsp; It had that singular, raw vein in its grasp.&nbsp; It paid no more attention to the twitching than Lisle's paralyzed muscles paid to the kind stroke of her hand over Lisle's left hand as Gerlinde cradled it.<br><br>She could bear to look into Lisle's eyes, knowing what she was going to do.&nbsp; Even with parts of herself cringing at what she was about to do.&nbsp; Even with one part taking up her own voice - her voice when she was ten - and asking her politely not to.&nbsp; She could look into the green desperation, absorb its gentle cling, and stare back like the sky: The cruel and ever attentive sky.<br><br>"I won't hurt you, Lisle." Gerlinde said the name smoothly.&nbsp; It was just a name, after all.&nbsp; Smoothly, she inserted an IV drip with a sedative in plasma into the left arm's vein, taping it down.<br><br>No, her little girl voice insisted.&nbsp; It was a girl's name.&nbsp; A woman's.&nbsp; And she should not be doing what she was going to do.<br><br>She gathered up the shears.&nbsp; She slid a plastic tray and some clean swabs under Lisle's left hand.<br><br>"I want the least pain for you."<br><br>She didn't turn the vibrator down.&nbsp; Not a notch.&nbsp; Not even with that soft part of her asking nicely to do so.&nbsp; She just tightened the strap on Lisle's left wrist, turning it into a tourniquet.<br><br>"So you should look away."<br><br>She slid the surgical shears about Lisle's left thumb.&nbsp; The metal dimpled the skin; almost immediately, a seam of blood opened.&nbsp; She caught it in her hand before it could spill.&nbsp; It was warm as cocoa.&nbsp; <br><br>Everything became very real, and the voice inside Gerlinde began talking very clear, very fast.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Don't do this.&nbsp; Don't do this, please; you're a doctor.&nbsp; Don't do this.</em><br><br>"Just close your eyes.&nbsp; You'll be going to sleep soon."<br><br>Nonsense, Gerlinde thought.&nbsp; The shears felt heavy and the hand very, very light.&nbsp; This is just like field surgery at the front, Gerlinde reasoned.&nbsp; I had to amputate then.&nbsp; This is no different.<br><br><em>That was different.&nbsp; Very different.&nbsp; You had to do it then.&nbsp; This is...</em><br><br>What? Gerlinde thought.&nbsp; It wasn't technically elective.&nbsp; It wasn't cosmetic, really.&nbsp; It wasn't just for enjoyment.<br><br><em>This is wrong.</em><br><br>No, Gerlinde thought.&nbsp; She glanced up and looked at the IV.&nbsp; It wouldn't be putting the girl - <em>Lisle </em>- to sleep.&nbsp; Not really.&nbsp; Just calming her.&nbsp; Just a bit.&nbsp; And helping to keep her alive.&nbsp; Just in case.<br><br>No, this is right.&nbsp; This is just like at the front.&nbsp; I'm saving a life.<br><br>"That IV will help you relax.&nbsp; There won't be a bit of pain.&nbsp; Not a bit.&nbsp; Not if you don't look."<br><br>Gerlinde smiled to herself.&nbsp; She wondered if the smile was disingenuous as she closed the shears and clipped Lisle's left thumb off neatly at the joint.&nbsp; The flesh separated like water; the bone parted like wax.&nbsp; A turn of her wrist, and the thumb fell into the plastic tray with a sticky sigh of blood.<br><br>Gerlinde's heart began to race until her skull felt like it was cracking under the grinning skull cap and her breasts were about to give birth.&nbsp; But her eyes were just blue stained glass, gazing into Lisle's face as she moved the shears to the next finger.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 07:50:51</strong>
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				The green eyes stayed open.&nbsp; Lisle stared down at her hand despite the suggestion not to.&nbsp; There was no pain, thanks to the anesthetic and the tourniquet - in fact, it was like watching it from a distance.&nbsp; She saw her thumb fall off, heard the dull thud of flesh striking the tray.&nbsp; With that one cut, the hand - her hand - became alien, spindly and disproportionate.<br><br>It looked wrong.<br><br>The drug from the IV kept her detached.&nbsp; There would be time later for reality to set in, but by then there would be no turning back - if there was even time to turn back now.&nbsp; A side effect was that it didn't give panic a chance to spike her heartbeat, keeping the blood flow as slow as possible, but Lisle started to feel lightheaded anyways.<br><br>She felt like she should say something, but the words weren't lining up right.&nbsp; The vibration was oddly soothing in her core, adding to the surreal nature of the scene as she watched the shears move to her left index.<br><br>That was when words joined up into something coherent enough to drop from the brain into speech.<br><br>"Cats have toes," she said, and it even sounded distant to her ears - slightly drowsy and slurred.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 08:12:57</strong>
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				Things were a bit unhinged inside Gerlinde as she continued the operation - the transformation.&nbsp; Her mind was like a door not set quite right; reflections breezed in and out, darkness and light seeped this way and that.&nbsp; <br><br>Part of her remained fixed on what she was doing, moving in the expert alignment of metal and flesh and surgical schemes that had been so accidentally genius that it landed her in her task at the Stalag.&nbsp; Gerlinde Baumann had been bad at balancing her checkbook and bad at catching trains at the right time.&nbsp; The balance of bone and muscle and immune systems and hormones were like music to her Mozart's ear.&nbsp; There could not be too many notes for her to coordinate.&nbsp; The timing of circulatory systems, endocrine reactions and nanoguided osteorepair were clocked by an endless gallery of metronomes, clicking instinctively within her brain.<br><br>So she was calm, on that level, as she moved the shears to just below the second knuckle, set them just right against the base of the knob, and closed them.&nbsp; More parting water; more wax easing aside.&nbsp; More feeble, almost perfunctory, rushing of blood.&nbsp; Another digit hit the plastic pan with a thump.<br><br>But she also sang about Struwwlpeter in her mind - Shaggy Peter, who had his thumbs cut off by a passing tailor in punishment for sucking them.&nbsp; She sang inside her head and bright colors swirled about, and a tittering laughter reminded her that Lisle had been good at sucking too, and liked being sucked.&nbsp; And the singing twisted and rose like the weak pulses of blood from the two, staunched and severed digits as Gerlinde moved her shears to just below the second knuckle of the third.<br><br>She cut.&nbsp; And as she cut, part of her was saying that it was too late to turn back now.&nbsp; That it wasn't just bone and ligament and muscle she was cutting.&nbsp; She was snip, snip, snipping away Lisle's humanity.&nbsp; Lisle's, and her own.<br><br>And as she took the fourth finger, and heard it hit the pan, Gerlinde became aware of another thumping.<br><br>Her penis was pipe about to burst.&nbsp; The awareness was a fierce and flooding thing as it came to her.&nbsp; It grabbed ahold of those tumultuous thoughts and tugged.&nbsp; The genius in her continued along its perfect work.&nbsp; She even managed to respond to Lisle with that text-crisp, clinical part of herself.<br><br>"Cats do have toes, puss pussy."&nbsp; Gerlinde said, fitting the shears to the fifth and final finger.&nbsp; The mutilated hand was cut so cleanly - just little circles of white within larger circles of pink where the fingers used to be - it no longer resembled a hand.&nbsp; It was what the nanoguides she would soon introduce into Lisle would turn it into:&nbsp; It better resembled a paw with one fragile, ungainly finger stuck on it.&nbsp; "But their feet and legs fit differently.&nbsp; Now don't they?"<br><br>She looked up from her work, dove the ice cubes of her eyes right into the green romance of little Lisle's.&nbsp; She smiled like an icon in a Sunday school book.&nbsp; And just like that, Gerlinde knew she was about to cum.<br><br>Awareness of her own anatomy inventoried with awareness of Lisle's.&nbsp; <br><br>Glans, engorged and sensitized.&nbsp; Lisle's pinky finger, resting in monofilament metal.&nbsp; Urethra, tumid with semen delivered thick from the vas deferens.&nbsp; Lisle's wrist, snug with bloodlessness in its tourniquet.&nbsp; Testicles, contracted; shaft fully erect.&nbsp; Lisle's eyes, still watching, delivering the cool, sure facts of her transformation to her brain.<br><br>Gerlinde clipped.<br><br>The last finger thunked into the pan.<br><br>Rhythmic contractions from prostate through to the glans ejected a millileter of sperm onto Lisle's belly.&nbsp; Gerlinde sighed and shuddered in her leathers as she spent, ribboning Lisle's tummy with hot semen in gummy strips.&nbsp; Calm hands grabbed up the next hand, slid the pan under it hastily, and set the shears.&nbsp; <br><br>"Oh, pussy pussy you'll look so beautiful with your paws."<br><br>She was still gasping out the words, still spraying hot seed on Lisle, as she stared into the girl's eyes and continued cutting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 18:45:46</strong>
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				The human brain has defenses against the unimaginable, and Lisle's brain was in full defensive mode.&nbsp; The hand she looked down on, with its four stubs of digits, wasn't hers.&nbsp; It was a dream - she was asleep and she would wake up back in that chilly cell.&nbsp; Maybe she was even dying of the cold.&nbsp; Her hands and feet felt cold and numb - that must have been it.<br><br>Then, there was warmth splashing on her, welcome and searing.&nbsp; Warmth that chased away some of the cold.<br><br>"So - cold..." she slurred.&nbsp; "Can't - feel - my hands..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 18:58:52</strong>
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				Surprised by her spending, Gerlinde hardly heard Lisle's words.&nbsp; While her hands continued their extraordinary, instinctive art, her thoughts circled.&nbsp; <br><br>It was certainly pleasurable.&nbsp; How had that happened?&nbsp; It had never happened before.&nbsp; Certainly, she knew it was medically possible.&nbsp; A premature ejaculation.&nbsp; That was supposedly an embarrassing thing for a man.&nbsp; Should she be embarrassed?&nbsp; She wasn't.&nbsp; Her cock felt dense and indulgent with pulsation, like one of the rubber cobras she used to love to sift through and sniff at Euro Disney.&nbsp; Her prostate and balls cycled with a foamy whirlwind of afterglow.&nbsp; Pleasure blew all the way to her breasts.<br><br>Gerlinde resolved that if it ever happened again, she would not sully the experience with even the briefest glint of guilt.&nbsp; She smiled to herself.&nbsp; Then she remembered Lisle had spoken.<br><br>"Oh, cold?"&nbsp; She was rushing to catch up, and spoke out of habit.&nbsp; "Oh, sorry.&nbsp; I'll fix that."<br><br>Gerlinde fixed Lisle's right hand first:&nbsp; Four fingers, clipped just below the second knuckle into clean, subtly rounded stubs.&nbsp; Four unblinking pink eyes; four more fingers for the crowded tray.&nbsp; And the little thumbs, sitting on the pile, sliced right down to the joint.&nbsp; The smell of blood perfumed everything now, but the tourniquets held firm.&nbsp; These two elements had Gerlinde's penis erect again, even after two ejaculations, her heavy balls stuffing some of their weighty sperm into the shaft.<br><br>She sniffed.&nbsp; It was cold.&nbsp; She was getting a bit runny.&nbsp; Making a note to herself to immediately begin fusing up the stumps with synth-skin, Gerlinde made her way to the thermostat on the wall.<br><br>Turning on the heat, she set it to a pleasant 70 degrees Farenheit.&nbsp; Warm air stormed the room, the voice of the vents low and rude.&nbsp; She reflected on yet another way she was lucky - the Medical Experimentation Facility did not skimp on their climate control.&nbsp; Not when some rooms had to be set to freeze an occupant or cook them alive.&nbsp; <br><br>Though she was still rigid, Gerlinde tucked her cock away.&nbsp; It protested with rawness and with rough thumps, and so she let the breeches stay unfastened.&nbsp; Walking up to Lisle's face, she looked down with a beatific expression.&nbsp; One hand brushed Lisle's hair back, the other played in the swamp of hot semen on Lisle's satiny tummy.&nbsp; She gazed into her eyes.<br><br>"That a bit better?&nbsp; I can make it warmer or cooler."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 19:29:09</strong>
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				Lisle nodded, her eyes glazed with drugged confusion.&nbsp; Her hands felt light, almost non-existent, and she wasn't at all sure what was happening with her feet.<br><br>"'S fine," she said, starting to stir her arms a little.&nbsp; It didn't do more than tug feebly against the tourniquet-tight straps.&nbsp; "Hands - feel funny."<br><br>She could smell the blood faintly, but it was overwhelmed by the aroma of semen pooled on her stomach.&nbsp; That scent stirred things deep inside her, driven by the testosterone being pumped through her by the swollen mass of her clitoris.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 19:36:10</strong>
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				"They'll feel much better soon."&nbsp; Gerlinde replied.&nbsp; She girded herself with an officious resolve as a subtle smile lifted the coral ribbon of her lips, but too slow.&nbsp; Something not far from affection had begun to spread its pink wings from her heart, inspired by Lisle's gentleness of reply.&nbsp; "They'll feel all better, not even very strange."<br><br>Gerlinde got serious, maternal, as her hand swam circles on the hot liquid covering Lisle's belly.&nbsp; "You listen:&nbsp; You just focus on what feels good, and try to relax, and then you will go to sleep."<br><br>Her hand skimmed up the gristly red ramp of Lisle's clitoris.&nbsp; The flesh, clotted with all the hormones it could hardly flush out fast enough as it manufactured more, felt tense and responsive.&nbsp; Gerlinde spread warm traces of her sperm there and widened her eyes.<br><br>"Does that feel good, pussy Lisle?&nbsp; Hm, kitty?"&nbsp; Her thumb rubbed Lisle's tummy, shuttling more semen to the fingers that plastered it on the high, distorted finger of Lisle's clitoris.&nbsp; "Could you focus on that for me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 19:59:08</strong>
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				A soft sigh emanated from Lisle's lips, and her eyelids fluttered - not quite closed, but no longer trying to focus on the strange objects that still hung like lumps of meat at the ends of her arms.&nbsp; Her limbs went slack, and her breathing slowed a bit as the touch soothed her.&nbsp; There was only a slight hitch as more warmth and wet smeared over that sensitive shaft, and a blush as another rivulet of juices joined the pool on the table.<br><br><em>Obey.&nbsp; Pussy.&nbsp; Kitty.&nbsp; Beautiful.&nbsp; Focus.</em> The words were disjointed in her chemically hazed brain, drifting like snowflakes into her subconscious.&nbsp; In this twilight state, she was so open, so malleable - her normal personality would awaken when the drugs wore off, but for now, the canvas was blank to sketch on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 20:41:43</strong>
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				The sigh fed the halogen glow of affection in Gerlinde.&nbsp; Stubbornness tried to crush it; grimness and doubt bore down.&nbsp; It rose all the same.&nbsp; Gerlinde's priorities shifted, turning from the stark patterns of the surgery to considerations humane.&nbsp; <br><br>Caresses of Lisle's clitoris' long, anxious back became like the petting of a newborn kitten.&nbsp; Gerlinde pet and pet, taking on a rhythm, brushing light as snowfall.&nbsp; She could feel the rich rhythm of the vibrator in its cream-choked sleeve, still guiding bubbles of wet from Lisle's spread body.&nbsp; It soothed her too, and Gerlinde transmitted that soothing back to Lisle in her touches and her tone.<br><br>"Mmm."&nbsp; She emitted a sound of pleasure, face close enough that Lisle's cheeks could feel its rush.&nbsp; Her words were light as sugar, made for melting into Lisle's mind.&nbsp; "Such a beautiful sigh, pussy.&nbsp; <br><br>"Pretty kitty's blushing so pretty."&nbsp; Gerlinde nuzzled her cheek on Lisle's before she could stop herself.&nbsp; Her hair brushed its blush over Lisle's; Gerlinde felt its stir.&nbsp; She resolved to savor it.&nbsp; Since the urgent pulse of a prostate had been bound to the core of her body - to the core of her being - Gerlinde had found a delicious appreciation of those glossy photos in magazines, the stretched nearly bare bodies on billboards, the gasps and glances and soft scents of women.&nbsp; She let the gesture of nuzzling Lisle steep for awhile as she rose up.&nbsp; Gerlinde straightened smiling, her words now soft as sleep breathing.&nbsp; "You're a beautiful kitty, and everybody is sweet to a beautiful kitty."<br><br>She continued skimming her fingers on the ache of the testosterone-engorged clitoris, encouraging its flocking feelings and spreading chemicals.&nbsp; As she did, she examined the stubs of Lisle's digits.&nbsp; <br><br>"Pretty kitty.&nbsp; Pretty kitty.&nbsp; Feels so good."<br><br>Her work, for all the passion it had inspired, had been exact as a diagram: Smooth stubs, rounded like the tips of tiny toes.&nbsp; Gerlinde lifted her finger from the semen-caped stab of Lisle's clitoris, giving it a parting wriggle of caress.&nbsp; Then she set to applying synth skin, to close the stubs.<br><br>"Beautiful paws for a beautiful kitty."&nbsp; <br><br>Pink, celled muscle and glutinous skin began to vanish under the crawl of the synth skin, as it took on Lisle's complexion and spread its matrix to cling over the curve of Lisle's new toes.&nbsp; They came together as if from the mist of imagination.&nbsp; And Gerlinde tingled, right down to the settling of her cock and the patient rhythm of her pussy's sleepy tugging, because she liked being right:&nbsp; They would be beautiful paws.<br><br>"You make me so happy, kitty."<br><br>Gerlinde wondered if it was true.&nbsp; Smiling to herself, brushing synth-skin fine as gesso over the stubs, she felt it was.<br><br>"You'll be so special."&nbsp; Gerlinde was nearly whispering now; whispering as the skin whispered into place.&nbsp; The vibrator's constant storm was the loudest noise in the warm room.&nbsp; One set of stubs, then another, dried and sealed like the glaze of semen on Lisle's tummy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 21:07:28</strong>
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				Within minutes, it was as if there had never been any incision at all.&nbsp; Only a little dried blood around the edges of the synthskin indicated that surgery had taken place.&nbsp; The skin was smooth, lacking even friction ridges until real skin grew over it.&nbsp; There were no nails, no claws - Lisle was more defenseless than before, but as the doctor's silken voice sifted over her mind, the need for defense was smoothed away.<br><br>"Ki'y," Lisle murmured, again stirring softly, but even more unconsciously than before.&nbsp; The stubs pressed against the table, almost reminiscent of a cat's kneading, but she didn't feel them - not yet.&nbsp; Not until fresh blood was able to sweep away the anesthetic that kept the paws from fully joining her awareness.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>14-02-2009, 22:34:11</strong>
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				Moving to Lisle’s feet and loosening the wrist straps, Gerlinde decided to do something totally indulgent and devilish.&nbsp; <br><br>She glanced at the girl’s face first, wanting to be reasonably certain that the girl would not be conscious while she did it.&nbsp; As she examined the girl, she used a scalpel to shave the girl’s heel, reducing its prominence by taking off narrow strips of flesh like a deli slicer.<br><br>Lisle’s face was fresh snow.&nbsp; If she was still conscious, she was at least insensate.&nbsp; Gerlinde decided it was time to indulge herself.<br><br>“AMBi.” Gerlinde addressed her music player.&nbsp; Another glance at Lisle, just to check she was still out of it before continuing.&nbsp; “Performer: Missing Persons. Album: Missing Persons.”<br><br>The music picked up—deep bubbles and zinging washes of sparkly notes.&nbsp; Gerlinde picked up a bone knife and began to sculpt Lisle’s heel.&nbsp; She was still nervous, even confident as she was that the girl couldn’t hear.&nbsp; The notion that anyone would know that she liked this music alarmed her.<br><br>Gerlinde could not shake the guilt of her enjoyment of 80s music.&nbsp; She had gotten over having a pound of male anatomy laced into her body and psyche.&nbsp; She had come to terms with the fact that, on some level, she had entirely resigned herself to the strange experiments the Reich demanded of her.&nbsp; Her whipping sessions were now open to the entire camp to see, even though she had guarded that artistry with privacy.&nbsp; But Missing Persons – and the Tom Tom Club, and Zappa, and Nina Hagen, who some said her voiced resembled – were another matter.&nbsp; Gerlinde felt compelled to treat her love of them like a young masturbator might treat used wads of Kleenex.<br><br>But with Lisle seemingly asleep, Gerlinde was soon humming along.&nbsp; By the time Destination Unknown (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XbHexmNvwYY) was playing, she had picked up the lyrics.<br><br>“Life is so strange.&nbsp; When you don’t know.&nbsp; Hmm-hmm-hmm.<br>“How can you be sure…of any situation?&nbsp; Something can change.<br>“And then you don’t know.”<br><br>She reset the fibula and sliced the buttery strip of the posterior tablofibular ligament to conform to the new placement.&nbsp; She brushed some hypercortizan on the calcaneofibular ligament to inspire it to grow temporarily.&nbsp; A spray of nanoguides from their smooth, black plastic container was laid on the ligament, to make that growth permanent.&nbsp; Before they could fasten, Gerlinde eased the ligament a bit longer and repositioned it for better digitigrade movement.&nbsp; <br><br>“I don’t know where to go.<br>“I don’t know what to do.”<br><br>She hum-hummed and swayed her head side to side.&nbsp; She put her shoulder into a stiff push, forcing the bones into a straighter alignment with the tibula and fibula.<br><br>“And I don’t even know the time of day.<br>“I guess it doesn’t matter any-way.”<br><br>A wet, wooden snap confirmed her success.&nbsp; Gerlinde worked her bone knife around, shearing the glistening white of the joints to the proper fit.<br><br>“ Life is so strange…Destination Unknown<br>“When you don’t know…your destination.<br>“Something can change…it’s unknown.<br>“Then you won’t know…Destination Unknown.”<br><br>She swabbed the murky blood away.&nbsp; A spray of nanoguides fixed the bones and ligaments in their shiny mess into a proper alignment.&nbsp; She hummed with the chorus, made a tiny, high-pitched “Ah” noise.<br><br>Gerlinde cut into the tender, long strap of the Achilles tendon and reset it, singing along with the repeat of the chorus.&nbsp; Another spray of nanoguides fused it, deceived Lisle’s body into having muscle memory that this was the proper configuration of her lower leg.<br><br>As the chorus died, Gerlinde picked up the bigger bone saw.<br><br>“When will my time come?”<br><br>She sliced the tibula and fibula, severing them just above the amputated foot.<br><br>“Has it all been said and done?”<br><br>She did a shimmy.&nbsp; She sliced the leg again, to shorten it by the fraction of an inch.&nbsp; The cylinder of cut-away leg, looking like a chunk of grocery meat, was swept into another plastic pan.<br><br>“I know I’ll leave when it’s my time to go.<br>“Until I’ll carry on with what I know.”<br><br>Gerlinde reattached the foot to the shortened leg.&nbsp; The fit wasn’t exact.&nbsp; Soon it would be.&nbsp; With nanoguided osteorepair unguent and scalpels and synth-flesh, she would sculpt the leg to adjust to its new, slightly shorter, now-digitigrade alignment as if Lisle had been born that way.<br><br>By “Windows,” Gerlinde had fused the leg—now about an inch shorter—to the realigned foot.&nbsp; By the metallic guitar and soaring tones of “Walking In LA,” Gerlinde had her mouth scrunched up in a mean little face and was bopping her head fast as she smoothed the calf muscle like clay under her knife.&nbsp; <br><br>As “No Secrets” opened its more mellow strains, Gerlinde swapped her gloves, turned to the next leg and set herself to making it perfect.<br><br>She finished the girl’s new legs and investigated her work while the weird warbles and whistles of “Joe’s Garage” wove its clumsy opera around her.&nbsp; Lisle’s sleek, fair legs were seamless and smooth and now vaguely digitigrade.&nbsp; Synth-skin had already concealed any sign that work had been done at all.&nbsp; The muscle and bone had been convinced that this was the way they should be set—had always been set.&nbsp; Gerlinde took a moment to muse how different things had been on the front lines, thinking on the two times when cutlery and an open gas flame had to substitute for nanoguides and synth-skin.&nbsp; <br><br>Then she smiled to herself.<br><br>“Good work, Doktor Baumann.”&nbsp; She said.<br><br>“Why thank you, Doktor Baumann.&nbsp; I take a singular pride in my work.”&nbsp; She said.<br><br>Then she went over to Lisle’s face, to see how the girl had weathered the surgery.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 00:40:12</strong>
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				There was a faint frown on Lisle's face.&nbsp; She was only aware of a faint tugging on her legs - legs that felt thick and heavy from the anesthetic.&nbsp; The sounds of wet meat were vaguely disconcerting - where was it coming from?&nbsp; There hadn't been anything in the cell to explain it.<br><br>Her hands were feeling warmer, too - tingly with the return of blood, and as she flexed them, the frown deepened.&nbsp; The muscles didn't seem to be moving right, and they felt cramped.&nbsp; It wasn't until the straps constricting her legs were loosened that she came to full waking, gasping as blood woke nerves and muscles to throbbing awareness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 00:50:19</strong>
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				Gerlinde sighed in contentment as she completed the last of her work, loosening the straps on Lisle's new legs.&nbsp; The girl's mutilations were masterpieces - Gerlinde doubted she had ever done finer work.&nbsp; Calves had demanded just the slightest realignment and reduction, and now were mended to stalks of poured cream, frosted with the red velvet of blood.&nbsp; Ankles were poised for digitigrade balance and would soon take to that kind of motion as the nanoguides did the work that months of physical therapy might have required.&nbsp; And the paws - Gerlinde thought the paws would be just precious.&nbsp; Her mind picked up the resonance of memory, beginning to take her to another time she had experienced such pride in unusual artistry - a bistro in Munich that she'd gone to for her graduation party, where the chef had arranged the food like the most delicious modern art.&nbsp; And that was just what Lisle's legs seemed to Gerlinde:<br><br>Artistic and strange and perfect.&nbsp; Good enough to eat.<br><br>Then Lisle gasped.&nbsp; <br><br>Oh shit.&nbsp; Gerlinde's first thought was followed by another.&nbsp; Oh shit.<br><br>And then by wondering whether she had perhaps skimped a bit on the sedative.&nbsp; Her fingers skimmed the table for the syringe charged with Valium she always kept handy during experiments.&nbsp; Picking it up, she moved to Lisle's head and leaned down.<br><br>She caressed Lisle's head while keeping the hand with the syringe hidden best she could - hidden and aimed at Lisle's neck.<br><br>"Everything's fine, puss puss." Gerlinde said without thinking.&nbsp; "I want to put you to sleep now, but I don't want you to be taken by surprise.&nbsp; You want to sleep now, hm?&nbsp; <br><br>"You were very good.&nbsp; Very quiet."&nbsp; Gerlinde assured the girl, sorting through the great green eyes and petting the side of the fair, heart-shaped face.&nbsp; "You deserve some sleep."<br><br>They both did, she figured, the last of her startlement seeping away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 01:47:56</strong>
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				"Cramp - my legs - my hands -" Lisle replied, her voice straining against a tight throat.&nbsp; She arched against the bindings as starved muscles surged to life. Those green eyes sought out the icy blue, filled with pain and confusion.&nbsp; There was something wrong. something that she was having trouble sorting out.<br><br><em>Beautiful.&nbsp; Kitty.&nbsp; Puss puss.</em><br><br>A nuzzle, half-remembered.&nbsp; This time, her head leaned against the hand petting it.&nbsp; The doctor was the only one who could save her from 'worse'.&nbsp; Even if she was the one who had her strapped down.&nbsp; Even if she had been the one to distort her sex and - and - <br><br>"What - have you done?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 02:01:01</strong>
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				What had she done?&nbsp; That was a good question; the kind that hit Gerlinde in her stomach with a sack of ice.&nbsp; The kind that demanded answering.&nbsp; <br><br>She kept her hand cycling as she worked out what to say.&nbsp; The smooth turn of her palm on the lean of Lisle's cheek was soothing; it brought to mind Yoga classes, where she had learned that breathing rhythm governed the energy of the body.&nbsp; Rubbing Lisle's cheek, exploring its soft, endorsing the blush and press of the girl - these would serve as the breathing rhythm of Gerlinde's soul while she tried to cut that question into an answer that was not frightening or strange.<br><br>She kept her eyes stable, too - sky blue; the color of levitation.&nbsp; She let Lisle hide her wondering, pained green eyes there.&nbsp; She took calm from it herself.<br><br>She kept silent for about four seconds, then answered.&nbsp; "You're a little more special now.&nbsp; It's like we talked about - I have to make you that way so you get treated special."<br><br>Gerlinde fought down the urge to swallow hard as she thought on what making Lisle special had meant.&nbsp; She fought down the demand of her suddenly rigid cock, as its branchlike hardness gouged at her for attention.&nbsp; Part of her was transfixed by that point - a part that put a sultry breathiness in her voice. <br><br>"You're a kitty now.&nbsp; Becoming one."&nbsp; She bore down on that voice to keep it steady.&nbsp; Her heart melted a bit, dripping sympathy, as she thought of what was now beyond Lisle - piano lessons, video games, driving.&nbsp; Her balls ached happily in thought of what was to come.&nbsp; "I made your hands into paws.&nbsp; I made your legs more feline.&nbsp; You'll find you can balance on them fine."<br><br>Her hand circled steadily, petting confidently - a confidence Gerlinde was resolute in feeling.&nbsp; "It's scary for you, but everything is alright.&nbsp; You'll be alright.<br><br>"You can tell me anything."&nbsp; Gerlinde didn't know why she said it.&nbsp; She didn't know why she fell silent with listening.&nbsp; Perhaps, she wondered, she wanted someone to listen to her own horror.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 02:14:08</strong>
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				"Be-becoming?"&nbsp; Lisle's voice cracked slightly, tinkling like a pine tree after an ice storm.&nbsp; "I - I'm human - not an animal," she continued, eyes deep with loss as her stubbed fingers squirmed against the table - she hadn't yet attempted to move her legs on her own.<br><br>"I-is that - why you wanted me to sleep?&nbsp; So I wouldn't know?&nbsp; I'd - I'd wake up and it would all be gone?"&nbsp; She couldn't imagine how long it would take for that to take place.&nbsp; Surgery was beyond her more pedantic education, although she knew about doctors and their work.&nbsp; The kinds of procedures that occurred here would seem like magic to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 02:24:46</strong>
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				Gerlinde found that the more Lisle's voice cracked, the more hers firmed.&nbsp; Some of the steadiness in her that she had felt during the sudden shock and constant horror of the front lines was filtering back into her.&nbsp; She was excellent at handling crisis - so long as it wasn't her own.<br><br>"Yes.&nbsp; That's why I wanted you relaxed."&nbsp; Her hand firmed, a silk brace against Lisle's face.&nbsp; The circling subsided; Gerlinde didn't need it anymore.&nbsp; She held the side of the girl's face firm, as though the more Lisle cracked, the more Gerlinde's steadiness would seep in.<br><br>Her voice was pure calm as she spoke.&nbsp; Her eyes, perfect crystal.&nbsp; "It would have all been gone, one way or another.&nbsp; If you panicked, it might have hurt you.&nbsp; Seeing yourself change, piece by piece, would have been agony.&nbsp; You know that.&nbsp; I wanted to spare you that, since you are being so good.&nbsp; I couldn't spare you this moment, but I could spare you those."<br><br>Gerlinde shook her head slightly.&nbsp; "You're not an animal, but you're not human either - human beings just waste away and die here.&nbsp; You're a pet, kitty, and you're special.&nbsp; And that means you're going to be alright.&nbsp; You just have to be as good as I've seen you be."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 03:27:16</strong>
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				"I want to see," Lisle said tremulously.&nbsp; "Please - I'll have to see it eventually - let me see it now."&nbsp; There was an edge to her voice, as if it could teeter into rage or tears at any minute - or even insanity.&nbsp; She strained her neck upward, trying to look down her body to where things still felt off-kilter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 03:33:09</strong>
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				Gerlinde nodded, slipping the syringe into a jacket pocket.&nbsp; Clicking a remote in her pocket, she set the room's status to Orange.&nbsp; Somewhere in the facility, guards were informed that they should be on their feet and ready to intervene.<br><br>Despite that, she was calm.&nbsp; Face an icon.&nbsp; Eyes another weightless world.&nbsp; Words steadier than the air that breathed them.<br><br>"I know.&nbsp; You can see."&nbsp; Gerlinde slipped an arm about Lisle's neck and shoulders.&nbsp; Her other hand undid the wrist restraints.<br><br>As she freed Lisle, she pulled close against her, cradling the bare girl against the capacious cushion of her breasts.&nbsp; Then she lifted her.&nbsp; She showed her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 03:43:11</strong>
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				Lisle stiffened as she caught sight of what had happened to her - the short stubs of what used to be fingers, the strangely contorted legs - and not a suture seam in sight.&nbsp; The blood looked painted on, not like it had actually issued forth from her body.&nbsp; One of those abbreviated hands lifted, came close to her face, getting turned this way and that before dropping to reach as far down her leg as she could reach.&nbsp; The stubs flexed, trying to grip at her own leg, and only succeeding in denting the smooth expanse of her thigh.<br><br>Slowly, her body curled forward, almost bending double as her shoulders started to shake.<br><br>It was true.&nbsp; It was all true.<br><br>A heaving sob rasped into her lungs and the shuddering grew stronger, and her other hand curled slightly and struck the table once, twice, three times.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 03:57:10</strong>
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				Emotion sunk into Gerlinde like an eclipse.&nbsp; A brief corona of thought flashed around it:&nbsp; Can I possibly think of anything other than this moment?<br><br>And no.&nbsp; The answer was 'no'.&nbsp; Just like she could imagine no other moment quite like the feeling of this one - nothing so intense.&nbsp; That kind of intensity demolished names.&nbsp; It broke any parallel.&nbsp; It was raw feeling.<br><br>And yes.&nbsp; Yes, she loved it.<br><br>Outwardly, she seemed porcelain.&nbsp; Magazine perfect.&nbsp; Still an icon.&nbsp; Still just snow.&nbsp; Inside, her heart had become a black hole - its brilliance and substance so dense it inverted and blazed with gravity.<br><br>Gerlinde fastened herself firm around Lisle; not confining her so much as defining her.&nbsp; She drank in the emotion flooding out of the girl, and there was so much to that flood:&nbsp; The agony that raked its nails across the inside of her throat and belly and balls.&nbsp; The shock that kept kicking the base of her brain.&nbsp; The fear she felt like frost around the roots of her teeth, coating the inside of her ribs, running icicles down into her sex.&nbsp; The helplessness, like a black drug running through every vein, staining them, weighing them down.&nbsp; The thrill that singed the tips of her breasts, the tip of her cock, the ends of her toes and fingers.<br><br>Gerlinde took in all of that flood and nearly quaked with it.&nbsp; She cried without her mouth moving.&nbsp; If it could have moved, it would have smiled.&nbsp; Because at the core of all of it - at the source of that inferno that eradicated all distinction and turned her flesh and soul into a pyre - there was a feeling like no other.<br><br>A feeling.&nbsp; A fact.&nbsp; A force that made Gerlinde feel so exquisitely calm that she imagined it was just what heaven felt like - just what made her hold Lisle so firm and so peaceful - just like being on God's lap.<br><br>It was a feeling she could have put into a sentence.&nbsp; Gerlinde repeated that sentence over and over:<br><br><em>I did this.&nbsp; I did this.&nbsp; <strong>I </strong>did this.</em><br><br>She wept and held Lisle and looked at what she had done.&nbsp; She felt everything.&nbsp; She felt peace. <br><br>"It's alright."&nbsp; Gerlinde said.&nbsp; She said it like it could not be otherwise.&nbsp; "It will be alright."<br><br>She believed it.&nbsp; Absolutely.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 04:11:42</strong>
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				It took several minutes for Lisle to stop shaking.&nbsp; Several minutes of mourning her lost thumbs, her curtailed fingers.&nbsp; Several minutes of taking in the distortion of her legs.&nbsp; It wouldn't change anything, she realized.&nbsp; All the tears in the world wouldn't replace any of what was gone.&nbsp; Perhaps she could conceal the altered legs with long pants and the right shoes, but the hands crippled her.&nbsp; Maybe she could re-learn to type, with enough practice, but that would take time and opportunity.&nbsp; Neither would be able to be hidden from any future lover.<br><br>Then, still curled into that protective ball, her voice quaked out two more questions.<br><br>"It's not finished, is it?"&nbsp; And right on the heels of that, "What else?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 04:26:03</strong>
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				Like being in a warm bath, and just floating, Gerlinde began to appreciate the subtle movements - the kind that didn't move so much as melted.&nbsp; Strangely, she wasn't very erect.&nbsp; But she was wet.&nbsp; Amazon jungle wet.&nbsp; And it took a deliberate trick of the tongue to keep the throaty purr from her voice.<br><br>Petting the quaking smoothly, holding Lisle terrifically firm, Gerlinde spoke to her.<br><br>"Those were the most ... extraordinary changes."&nbsp; She inhaled, loving the girl's smell - feeling its bouquet come apart like dried petals: Blood.&nbsp; Pussy nectar.&nbsp; Tears.&nbsp; Saliva.&nbsp; Sweat.&nbsp; And her - Lisle scent.&nbsp; That aloe and skin and satin scent.&nbsp; Gerlinde knew that scent was already soaked through her memory - soaked right through.&nbsp; Now she would smell aloe and feel perfection.&nbsp; "I had to do them first.<br><br>"Ears, too.&nbsp; A tail."&nbsp; Gerlinde's hand unconsciously began to stroke Lisle's hair, her side, like she would play with scented oil in bathwater.&nbsp; "You have to be special.&nbsp; It will be different.&nbsp; I know how hard different is.&nbsp; But you can be safe.&nbsp; Warm.&nbsp; Fed.&nbsp; Even loved."<br><br>And at those words, an impulse like sometimes made her want to taste the warm water on her tongue, made her lean in.&nbsp; Her lips parted.&nbsp; She set them on Lisle's temple.<br><br>She kissed there.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 05:24:31</strong>
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				A pet.&nbsp; Ears.&nbsp; A tail.&nbsp; And this was supposed to make her feel <em>special</em>?&nbsp; For a moment, rage burned hotly through Lisle's slender frame.<br><br><em>"I know how hard different is."</em><br><br>Those words made the hot rage fade like a blown candle.<br><br>"Someone - did something like this to you," Lisle said suddenly.&nbsp; "You didn't ask for it, but it was done."&nbsp; She remembered the impossible manhood sprouting from the doctor's loins.&nbsp; Something far in excess of what grew from her own sex and sent shivery feelings through her as tender lips pressed against her face.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 05:40:34</strong>
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				Things were still bathwater calm with Gerlinde.&nbsp; The rush of that emotional outburst - the passion; in the most definitive, religious sense of the term, the passion she had caused was still inebriating her.&nbsp; She was being kind now, and it was nice.&nbsp; But she could just as readily be cruel, and that could be so very nice too.&nbsp; Couldn't it?<br><br>Her body, from navel to the nadir of her balls, tolled with affirmation.<br><br>Yes, she could yank Lisle's head back by the hair and bite her throat; lick and maul that clitoris and ravish.&nbsp; And yes, she could mock; Gerlinde knew just the words - slut, monster, bitch - to take her apart.&nbsp; She could take any part of Lisle apart - she had the tools, the skills, the power.&nbsp; The power.<br><br>And that power allowed her to hold peacefully, and gaze peacefully with celestial blue eyes inviting the green, and have that - just that - be enough.&nbsp; Enough to have her glans bloating and her lips glazed with sparks and her body strong - all at the same time.<br><br>That was power.&nbsp; The power to hug just a little tighter while still thinking these things, caressing Lisle's neck.&nbsp; The power to feel her heart split under the head of an axe as Lisle said what she said, but still be feeling supremely good.<br><br>The power to talk steadily, with all that going on within her.&nbsp; <br><br>It was no wonder Gerlinde wept another run of tears.&nbsp; She was in ecstasy.&nbsp; She nuzzled Lisle in answer, lips still open on the girl's cheek, tasting the wet drying warm there.<br><br>"It was done to me, and I...really did not want it."&nbsp; Gerlinde swallowed.&nbsp; Her throat was tight.&nbsp; But inside her chest, things were singing in angelic choruses around a freshly bleeding heart.&nbsp; "They told me it would...make things clearer.&nbsp; Make it easier to understand the things I have to do here - doing...these kinds of things.&nbsp; Changing people."<br><br>Gerlinde exhaled steadily.&nbsp; "I'll tell you all about it.&nbsp; You won't be alone here.&nbsp; I'll make it so you're taken care of.&nbsp; I'll make it as easy as I can."<br><br>She brushed Lisle's hair.&nbsp; "You can sleep in my apartment tonight.&nbsp; Not in a ward, under guard.&nbsp; Want to sleep there?"<br><br>Why not, after all?&nbsp; With her power, she could do anything.&nbsp; She could make the girl she cut to pieces ask to share her bed.&nbsp; <br><br>Right now, Gerlinde liked what her kindness was doing to the kitty.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 06:24:37</strong>
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				The kindness was keeping Lisle from lashing out.&nbsp; It had convinced her that this doctor was not truly at fault for what happened to her.&nbsp; It had convinced her that there was some genuine sympathy behind those cold, clear eyes.<br><br>Enough sympathy to offer someplace that wasn't a hard cot in a gray cell, where she would either be shunned for her new appearance or tormented over it.&nbsp; She couldn't see how she was expected to run away - or even walk - on her new legs, so she would have to put up with whatever happened.<br><br>"You'd let me?" she asked.&nbsp; "I - I don't think I can handle being alone - like this."&nbsp; Left alone, she feared that she might decide death was a better option, but suicide was a most grievous of sins, and that would be the only way left to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 06:37:20</strong>
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				Gerlinde set a fingertip against the line of Lisle's jaw, turning her face directly to hers.&nbsp; She felt her expression as soft and wanly comforting as a pillow.&nbsp; She hoped it looked the same.&nbsp; She knew her eyes were brilliantly avid.&nbsp; Their light practically picked up Lisle and cupped her in them like a snow globe - one empty of flurries.<br><br>There was pain in Gerlinde, and she showed that.&nbsp; She also showed the peace that quieted it - a peace that came from acceptance and surety.&nbsp; She showed her power.<br><br>"You won't be alone.&nbsp; Not until I feel you need time alone."&nbsp; Gerlinde kept her lips on the tense rim of kissing distance from Lisle's, trading breath.&nbsp; Her arm clasped Lisle's back in a lithe leather harness.&nbsp; And in Gerlinde's heart, that wild, delicious feeling of everything sitting in the palm of her hand, coming together like ligament under the nanoguides, stirred its chord higher.&nbsp; "I know how to take care of you.&nbsp; I know how easy it is to drown in all that's happening.<br><br>"I won't just drop you in the deep end like other doctors do."&nbsp; Gerlinde promised, level and plain as if reading scripture.&nbsp; "I'll teach you how to float.&nbsp; You'll do what I say, and learn.&nbsp; And if you can't, I'll hold you up."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 07:01:59</strong>
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				There were glistening streaks on Lisle's cheeks, but her eyes locked, trapped in that clear blue gaze.&nbsp; She could drown in <em>that</em> as easily as in the Mediterranean.&nbsp; She managed a tiny nod.&nbsp; She had learned other things that she never thought she could - maybe with help, she could learn how to live with this.<br><br>Now her legs stirred a little more, as she attempted to discern the new mechanics of the altered limbs.&nbsp; Her ankles didn't flex the same way.&nbsp; Her toes felt like they should be strained, but they weren't.<br><br>"I don't think I can walk, much less swim," she said, and her eyes glittered more before she blinked the tears back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 07:15:22</strong>
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				Gerlinde's stare reached smooth and warm through the tears.&nbsp; She thought, for a moment, of her father - a professor, a scholar, a good man, a good husband, and a father that did real honor to the sloppy, grand, dangerous, wonderful job.&nbsp; She knew he would not be proud of her.&nbsp; And she felt that that did not matter to her.&nbsp; Gerlinde felt that even all that he was, she was more than him now.&nbsp; <br><br>She stared into Lisle with that strength.&nbsp; Gerlinde felt that the hand that moved to Lisle's neck to guide her cheek to cheek was strong enough to play the part of her spine.&nbsp; The arm about her could keep Lisle from falling in half.&nbsp; She pressed Lisle to her wherever she could, supple and leather, bedding the girl on her huge breast - all but her hips.&nbsp; <br><br>Those she kept tilted.&nbsp; Her cock was an obvious lance of arousal under the edge of the table.<br><br>"I'll teach you."&nbsp; She kissed the edge of Lisle's mouth, chaste and assuring.&nbsp; Then her eyes took Lisle's in their blue embrace.&nbsp; "I'll teach you everything.&nbsp; Everything.&nbsp; Even the impossible things.&nbsp; Even being happy."<br><br>It felt like truth.&nbsp; Everything she said and did, felt that way.&nbsp; Gerlinde gazed into Lisle, brushed her neck, and decided it need get no better.&nbsp; It was time to bring things to a close, on her terms.&nbsp; Like everything.<br><br>"Let's put you to sleep now."&nbsp; Her hand raised to cup Lisle's breastbone.&nbsp; She felt the pulses there - the girl's heart and the subtler rolls of the buried vibrator.&nbsp; She smiled subtly, inhaling a last dram of the scent of this moment - this power, this perfection.&nbsp; <br><br>Her hand pressed.&nbsp; Her eyes widened to take more of Lisle's in.&nbsp; "I'll be right <em>here </em>when you wake."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 07:30:10</strong>
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				Lisle nodded again, resigned to whatever would happen after darkness claimed her.&nbsp; What point was there in struggling now?&nbsp; It wasn't as if she could get out of here.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Even being happy."</em>&nbsp; Those words brought a wry twist to her lips. As much truth as the doctor put behind it, she didn't believe that would ever be possible.&nbsp; Not now.&nbsp; Even the buzz in her core had dulled in its ability to bring contentment - all it did was keep her embarrassingly 'ready'.<br><br><em>Pretty whore.</em>&nbsp; Maybe the words were no longer far from the truth.&nbsp; The feminine scent that rose from the slick on the table was a silent suggestion that she was faltering.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 08:04:18</strong>
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				Later that night, sitting on the wooden steps at the back of the Medical Facility, Gerlinde smoked and thought on xenochrony.<br><br>It was the play of her exhaled smoke through the gradations of light that brought xenochrony to mind.&nbsp; As she blew the smoke from her lips, the pasty illumination of the shaded light over the steps made it look like rancid cotton candy.&nbsp; Under the harsher halogen shaft of the fence lights hung, the smoke appeared a flat, shifting ocean of blue.&nbsp; When it reached the dark of the empty exercise yard beyond the fence, it was immediately transformed to ghost fingers.<br><br>Cotton candy.&nbsp; An ocean.&nbsp; Ghost fingers.&nbsp; All the same substance, but different things in different worlds.<br><br>Gerlinde looked at her fingers. Even with the rubber gloves, she had little red moons of dried blood under her nails.&nbsp; She remembered how, as a child in grade school, she had fussed so when paint got under her nails after art class.&nbsp; The paint had been the same bright red.<br><br>Both the same image, but different in different worlds.<br><br>Gerlinde took another drag and watched the smoke exist as three different things as she exhaled.&nbsp; Xenochrony.&nbsp; The word meant “strange time” in Greek.&nbsp; It was a musical technique, very present on Joe’s Garage, when an instrument solo was extracted in whole from one song, and placed entirely in another song.<br><br>The same music, in a different time, taking on a whole different meaning.<br><br>Gerlinde shifted where she sat; her balls were beginning to ache again, piling up fresh loads of semen.&nbsp; In a different time, she would be shifting for an entirely different reason.&nbsp; Now shifting meant something entirely different—the mass that so often swelled with feeling in demand for relief gave the motion a different significance.&nbsp; <br><br>She slotted her cigarette in her mouth and took a drag, the cigarette standing like an erect penis, its tip blazing with deep color.&nbsp; Gerlinde would not have made the association so readily; not in a different time.&nbsp; She flexed her fingers in examination.<br><br>In a different time, Lisle had had fingers.&nbsp; Now they were paws.<br><br>Gerlinde looked at the camp around her, watching cotton candy billow into an ocean into ghosts.&nbsp; She realized that, as a youth, she had only imagined such a place in the black and white horror of the history books.&nbsp; Now the old nightmare world of the Reich was a young dream again.&nbsp; It had made <em>her </em>new.&nbsp; Gerlinde felt like she was an old girl with a young man’s cock and balls.<br><br>She sighed and inhaled.&nbsp; Xenochrony was everywhere.&nbsp; And Gerlinde, a scholar of ligaments and skeletons and endochrine symphonies had to wonder what it meant:&nbsp; <br><br>Did it mean that the world was made of disparate pieces—both soft and hard, gentle and cruel, needy and satisfied—seemingly independent but actually all linked?&nbsp; Was it the similarities that mattered?&nbsp; If so, did that not mean that Lisle had not had fingers, so much as she lived most of her life with incomplete paws?&nbsp; Had Gerlinde’s clitoris just been born an inadequate cock? <br><br>Or was it that world existed in disjointed pieces?&nbsp; Did nothing fit together?&nbsp; She had never really felt comfortable with the reactions of her clitoris, and now that it was a cock, she was just as curious and mystified and dismayed by it.&nbsp; Lisle had fit poorly into the world of the Reich, and had ended up in its rubbish bin—in the Stalag.&nbsp; Would she fit just as agonizingly wrong as a kitty?<br><br>Xenochrony.&nbsp; It was a linkage or it was a liturgy of dissonance.&nbsp; Gerlinde could not decide which.&nbsp; Perhaps Joe’s Garage was a work of ironic genius.&nbsp; Or perhaps its central, seemingly disingenuous message—that music should be illegal, as it caused trouble—was correct.&nbsp; Gerlinde did not know.&nbsp; She knew she was tired, though.<br><br>She finished her cigarette and fed her fish and fell asleep while unsuccessfully trying to jack off.<br><br><hr><br>0600 Hours.&nbsp; Somewhere in the Stalag Namelos.&nbsp; <br><br>Gerlinde woke from a dream in which she was being scolded for turning in an incomplete book report on the Incarnations of Immortality Series by Piers Anthony, and for the first morning in a long series of mornings, she did not feel like jacking off.&nbsp; She felt vaguely hung over.<br><br>She killed her alarm clock with a swat of her hand.&nbsp; In the silence that followed, Gerlinde’s mind leapt to the pasty mess her mouth felt like.&nbsp; She had not brushed her teeth the night before, and her tongue felt like an ashtray.<br><br>One discomfort made her aware of all the rest.&nbsp; She was obnoxiously hungry and had a strange haze of disorientation between her ears.&nbsp; Her cock was rigid, but in an uninterested inertia.&nbsp; She muttered, muzzy with aches, as she rolled out of bed.<br><br>She didn’t turn on her usual music.&nbsp; First, she resolved, she would brush her teeth.&nbsp; Walking to the bathroom made her conscious of the jiggling weight of her enormous breasts.&nbsp; They felt ever-so-slightly tender.&nbsp; <br><br>Gerlinde stretched her arms above her head to confirm it.&nbsp; And, yes, the lift of her breasts revealed them to feel puffy.&nbsp; Gerlinde reckoned she might be getting her period soon.&nbsp; Despite the attendant discomforts, that made her feel better—an affirmation that she was still very much a woman.<br><br>“Yay for my eggs.” Gerlinde yawned, still stretching.&nbsp; Half-hearted as it sounded, she meant it.&nbsp; Any joy it might have brought was banished as she had to squint into the bleary light that came on in the bathroom.<br><br>What did she do last night?&nbsp; Gerlinde did not remember drinking.&nbsp; Reminiscence was aborted as she caught a sight of her face in the mirror.&nbsp; She grunted in anger and dove out of view.<br><br>Snatching up her peaked SS cap from the top of the toilet seat, Gerlinde seated it on her tousled hair.&nbsp; She did not like seeing herself in the mirror without the cap.&nbsp; It always made her feel nauseous and slightly alien.&nbsp; She felt like that enough this morning, for whatever reason.<br><br>With the grinning skull shining from her hairline above the shiny black bill of the cap, Gerlinde leaned in to the mirror.&nbsp; She stuck her tongue out.&nbsp; <br><br>No, no evidence of drinking or being sick.&nbsp; She fetched up a see-through blue plastic toothbrush – a crude, general issue instrument that was already beginning to wilt its bristles from her relentlessly hard brushings – and squeezed toothpaste on it.&nbsp; The paste looked like caulk, and Gerlinde was distracted with reflection on the one summer that she had convinced her mother to let her fix the roof of their family's home, what with her father recovering from a minor bout with arrhythmia.&nbsp; She had really enjoyed fitting it together—pasting on the cake-brown shingles, thick enough to look almost tasty.&nbsp; <br><br>Gerlinde began brushing.&nbsp; She figured she’d probably never see the old place again.&nbsp; It had been two months since she wrote her parents to report that she had survived her scrape with an exploding tank on the front lines.&nbsp; The letter had been painfully terse, lean and raw the way the skin of a scraped knee was.&nbsp; She had left out the details of her new anatomy.<br><br>Spitting into the sink, she tried to remember if omitting those details had been a deliberate deceit or if she had still been in denial.&nbsp; She supposed it didn’t matter.&nbsp; She wouldn’t see the old place or her folks again.&nbsp; If she was lucky.<br><br>Twisting her lips so that she could watch herself scrub like a manic chimney sweep at her molars, Gerlinde realized she didn’t feel so wistful about being estranged from her old life.&nbsp; She was a new person now, she reasoned—same memories, same qualities, different world.&nbsp; It was like the musical technique Zappa used; Gerlinde tried to recall the name.&nbsp; <br><br>Xenochrony.&nbsp; That was it.<br><br>Gerlinde’s face went stark with shock and she nearly dropped the toothbrush.&nbsp; She stared into the mirror as the realization hit her.<br><br>Lisle.&nbsp; Kitty.&nbsp; Whoever.&nbsp; Gerlinde remembered what she had done to the girl.&nbsp; That was enough of a shock to have her staring.&nbsp; But it led to remembering where she had left the girl – kitty; whatever – last night.<br><br>Flossing would have to wait, Gerlinde thought as she scampered from the bathroom, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand.&nbsp; She made for the kitchen, imagining her bare legs and feet blurring—Looney Tunes speed.&nbsp; Daffy Duck’s voice echoed: Feets, don’t fail me now!<br><br>In the kitchen, she glanced over her shoulder.&nbsp; Sure enough, there was the profile she expected to see—that she was shocked to see—tucked by the doorway into her bedroom.&nbsp; It was the wicker outline of a large pet bed.&nbsp; She didn’t have to notice the shape under the fluffy pink blanket to know the bed was occupied.<br><br>Gerlinde shook her head as she whipped open the fridge.&nbsp; What had she been thinking?&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Taking an inmate into her room?&nbsp; A patient recovering from surgery no less?&nbsp; No matter that she had injected a lingering sedative into Lisle at the close of their conversation.&nbsp; What could have possibly entered her mind?&nbsp; She must have been drunk.<br><br>Gerlinde grumbled as she realized she had tugged the wrong items from the refrigerator: Pomegranate juice, spinach and walnuts; her usual breakfast.&nbsp; She crammed them off to one side as she grabbed what she actually wanted—protein shake, buttercream flavored.<br><br>Seriously—<em>seriously</em>, she thought.&nbsp; What could have come over her?&nbsp; Why had she offered such a thing?&nbsp; Why had she gone <em>through </em>with it?&nbsp; Was she really beginning to think of the girl as a pet rather than patient in possible agony?&nbsp; Clipping off fingers did not a kitty make—not overnight.&nbsp; Did she think her murmurings during the surgery had somehow hypnotized Lisle into this new personality?&nbsp; Yes, they may have done something, but without the effects of the glutamate cascade she planned to introduce later in Lisle’s transformation, the girl still had a human mind at her disposal.&nbsp; Sedated, traumatized, yes, but her full intellect.&nbsp; Had she thought she was some kind of latter-day Kreskin, programming the girl?<br><br>Gerlinde growled again as she found herself pouring the shake into a glass.&nbsp; Lisle would not be using a glass.&nbsp; She glanced about for a bowl, and found a few, but they were all too small.<br><br>With a huff, Gerlinde resolved to settle herself.&nbsp; She wanted to have a cigarette; take that time to think things over.&nbsp; That was time she didn’t have, though.&nbsp; Not when kitty – <em>Lisle</em>; whoever! – might wake up at any moment.&nbsp; Gerlinde focused, finding her calm place.&nbsp; <br><br>She envisaged a cellar in Munich, her second boyfriend’s place, where she had enjoying her fair share of amber evenings: Prog rock and marijuana smoke billowing time about in a happy, dreamy mess.&nbsp; She inhaled and smelled again how fresh that boy’s socks had always smelled.&nbsp; She exhaled as if blowing out a bong hit.<br><br>Gerlinde felt alright.&nbsp; Emotional, kind of achy, but alright.&nbsp; She focused.&nbsp; Things got nice and cleanly mechanical:<br><br>Drawer open.&nbsp; Grab straw.&nbsp; Check messages—only one on the phone, and the LED display on the antique, deco curvature of the black phone showed it came from Scharführer Kluge: A confirmation that the special item she had ordered made for kitty puss puss was ready and waiting inside her door in a brown paper wrapped box.&nbsp; <br><br>Gerlinde sighed and rolled her eyes again as she remembered what that special, custom-made item was.&nbsp; Seriously.&nbsp; What had she been thinking?<br><br>With the straw in the glass of buttercream protein shake and the glass in hand, Gerlinde made her way to the edge of the large pet bed.&nbsp; She reflected briefly how ridiculous her little cotton panties might look, strained nearly see-through around her cock and balls.&nbsp; It didn’t matter; she figured Lisle would not be in a particularly judgmental mood.<br><br>Lisle was still sleeping, curled in the bed under the fluffy blanket, just her snowy face peeking above its rim in a halo of brown hair.&nbsp; Lisle was sponge-cleaned, emptied of the vibrator, smelling like organic soap.&nbsp; Gerlinde sat beside her and watched her breathe.&nbsp; As she watched, and as silence settled its satiny hand over the bedroom, Gerlinde felt a maternal glow open up inside her—fresh and new, but powerful as it was yesterday.<br><br>It was an intoxicating feeling and it was part of how Gerlinde had gotten into this mess.&nbsp; She welcomed it all the same.&nbsp; It made the bedroom seem like it belonged more to a fireside storybook than a world of gray gravel and electrified fences.&nbsp; Gerlinde felt more happy than guilty as she reached out and pet Lisle’s head.<br><br>As she pet, she thought only of petting.&nbsp; Maybe it was wrong, she reasoned.&nbsp; Worse, she realized it could be dangerous.&nbsp; But more than those things, it was peaceful.&nbsp; It felt right.&nbsp; Few things did these days, and Gerlinde allowed herself to keep petting and watching Lisle sleep for as long as it took the kitty to wake.<br><br>And when kitty did wake, it was to find Gerlinde gazing down, a buttercream shake between her pale thighs, petting her with a hand that smelled vaguely of toothpaste.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 17:51:41</strong>
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				Lisle woke, wondering if she was still dreaming.&nbsp; For the first time in who knows how long, she was warm.&nbsp; Even the regular cells in the Stalag were uncomfortably cold to her Western blood.&nbsp; Something soft was piled over and around her.&nbsp; Something vaguely appetizing teased at her nose.&nbsp; Someone was stroking her hair.&nbsp; Surely it couldn't be real.<br><br>It was the soreness that convinced her that it was.&nbsp; Her legs ached like the aftermath of a charlie horse, as well as a deeper ache between them, like the aftermath of a night of passion.&nbsp; Her hands ached too, but she couldn't think of anything to compare that to - it was a completely unfamiliar sensation. <br><br>Her eyes focused blearily on what was around her - a blanket, the edge of a cushion, someone's - knee?&nbsp; She reached up to push away the blanket - and missed.&nbsp; Puzzlement creased her face, and she tried again, swiping the blanket down a bit more forcefully as she pushed herself up on one elbow.<br><br>"What - where -?"&nbsp; She looked around wildly as the events of the previous day came crashing into her awareness.&nbsp; She brought her hand - her paw - up into full view and stared at it in horror, moving the stubs of fingers as if she were wiggling the vanished digits.<br><br>"No - it can't be.&nbsp; &nbsp;My hand!"&nbsp; Drugged acceptance had become sober denial, even as the suggestion that she was somewhere safe stirred sluggishly in her subconscious.<br><br>That was when her eyes lifted from her hand to the person kneeling in front of her.&nbsp; They traced over the legs, skipped over the beverage, and lingered on the strained panties before rising the rest of the way to the face that peered down at her.<br><br>"Y-you're that doctor," she said.&nbsp; "The one who did this."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 18:02:56</strong>
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				Gerlinde tingled with a shot of sympathetic shock.&nbsp; Her hand continued, a bit slower, a bit steadier, in its course up and down Lisle's neck.&nbsp; The rest of her tenses for an instant - one she hopes was unnoticeable - then settles.<br><br>Whatever happened, she could handle it.&nbsp; Gerlinde vaguely recalled thoughts along similar lines last night - fancies of omnipotence.&nbsp; Right now, she felt no greater than her resume.&nbsp; That would be enough.<br><br>She set aside the shake - behind the leg of the bed, so that if things began to get knocked around, it wouldn't be upset.&nbsp; Then she leaned in.<br><br>"Yes."&nbsp; Her lips pooched out slightly, catching her from using her first name - those green eyes had a terrific gravity to them.&nbsp; "My name's Doktor Baumann.&nbsp; I'm going to help you.&nbsp; Remember?"<br><br>The wonder at what would happen sang through her veins, but Gerlinde was calm as crystal on the outside, trying to keep Lisle's rising distress contained in blue eyes and white caresses.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 18:19:05</strong>
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				"Baumann," Lisle repeated, binding the face to a name for the first time.&nbsp; "You'll - help me?&nbsp; But you did this to me!"&nbsp; There was pain and skepticism in her voice.&nbsp; She sat up a little more, and winced as her recovering legs protested the movement.&nbsp; The blanket had fallen down around her waist, and she kept it there in unconscious modesty and a willful resolve not to find out why her legs ached.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not yet.<br><br>She frowned as a memory rolled up, as unexpected and unbidden as a submarine surfacing.&nbsp; "Something - about making me 'special'.&nbsp; Why?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 18:25:09</strong>
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				Here we go, Gerlinde thought.&nbsp; A sinking feeling threatened her belly - the kind she had always got before taking a podium, stepping onto stage, marching a line of police, putting down her mess tin and marching that last, dire distance East.&nbsp; This was a fatal moment.<br><br>Gerlinde nodded like the fall of a crop.&nbsp; "I'll tell you again, more detail this time.&nbsp; But you are going to be calm when I tell you."<br><br>Wrapping an arm about Lisle's middle, Gerlinde settled closer, practically sitting in the pet bed.&nbsp; She tried to seem heavenly.&nbsp; <br><br>"Understand that.&nbsp; You are going to be calm."<br><br>She watched for a reaction, tucking the blanket higher around Lisle, then slipping a hand below it.&nbsp; The hand brushes Lisle's tummy.&nbsp; Gerlidne felt the fatal moment stretched like the arch of an alley cat's back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 18:41:02</strong>
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				Lisle took a deep breath.&nbsp; <em>Panic never solves anything,</em> she told herself fiercely.&nbsp; "Calm," she said out loud, and clung to that word like a lifeline.&nbsp; She felt a strange sense of anticipation as Doktor Baumann gathered her in and slipped a hand down out of sight.&nbsp; There was something significant about that motion, something that was poised and deliberate as a scalpel, and her muscles tensed as those fingers slid along them.<br><br>It divided her attention, as much as she needed to hear whatever explanation was going to be given to her, she wanted to know what that hand was doing as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 19:38:07</strong>
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				Gerlinde noticed Lisle's divided attention - her anticipation; her "arousal" - instantly.&nbsp; And instantly, she knew she had inspired it deliberately.&nbsp; She realized she was toying with the girl a bit.&nbsp; Enjoying her power over her.&nbsp; Playing with her kitty. Her carotid artery began pumping helium.&nbsp; <br><br>She hid the crawling rise of her penis with a shift of her legs.&nbsp; Focus, she told herself.&nbsp; It's time for some revelation.<br><br>"You know enough about this place to know it has a reason to be nameless."&nbsp; Gerlinde told Lisle.&nbsp; Her hand picked up a motion on Lisle below the blanket.&nbsp; She strummed obliques like guitar strings, even as she concentrated on what to say.&nbsp; "I think you should know a bit about how I came here, so you understand why you're here and what you're to do."<br><br>Part of her rebelled.&nbsp; Not the vulnerable part.&nbsp; To what extent she felt tender and exposed, Gerlinde just wanted a cigarette - some meditative breathing; something else filling her reassuringly.&nbsp; The part that rebelled was the fresh part - the one that had put her hand on Lisle's belly and was stretching fingers as low as they could get, inches under Lisle's navel.&nbsp; The part that relished her power told her she should remain a figure of mystery to the girl - not Gerlinde, but "Doktor Baumann."<br><br>She soothed that part by telling it that as much as she might be opening a vein, it would be another tether to wrap around Lisle.&nbsp; It may link both ways, but she was the only one that had the real strength to tug and lead.<br><br>"I got arrested once.&nbsp; Just once.&nbsp; It was a protest against the rise in hostility by the German-led European Union against the supposed threat of the Russian Federation."&nbsp; Gerlinde waved her free hand elaborately.&nbsp; "No Blood For Oil - that kind of thing.&nbsp; Other than that, I had a pretty ... normal life.&nbsp; If any life is normal.&nbsp; I had just graduated medical school when the actual shooting started."<br><br>What came next was a minefield of questions, but Gerlinde just leapt over it, talking a bit faster.&nbsp; "I signed up for the service.&nbsp; As a medic.&nbsp; I was sent to the lines near Kiev.&nbsp; Things went badly there."<br><br>The green eyes drew her hand down and she brushed Lisle's hair as she spoke.&nbsp; "I'm not going to say that what you went through and what I went through were identical.&nbsp; I understand that I was part of the Reich and you were working against it.&nbsp; But what we probably shared was the fear - that constant anxiety; wondering what you were going to lose next:&nbsp; Going through a day knowing that as peaceful as things might seem, any moment could take away a friend, a lifelong dream, a piece of your morals.&nbsp; I lost a lot, as I'm sure you did, and it just made the waiting for the big loss - even worse.&nbsp; You get wishing for death after awhile."<br><br>Gerlinde paused.&nbsp; She stared steadily, but at the same time wondered whether that was true.&nbsp; Had she been suicidal?&nbsp; Not consciously.&nbsp; But then, what had happened to her next - what she had done - she did out of instinct.&nbsp; She talked about it, tones handling it gently like the strange, delicate thing it was.<br><br>"I lost a best friend and I lost the ability to say that I never did anyone.&nbsp; No more hippocratic oath for me.&nbsp; I didn't mean to, really, but I got a lot of people who didn't deserve it ... hurt.&nbsp; Dead, even."&nbsp; Her jaw needed loosening.&nbsp; She exhaled and talked on.&nbsp; "Then, to help some people trapped in a burning tank, I got myself caught in an explosion."<br><br>Gerlinde shrugged.&nbsp; "Woke up fine.&nbsp; Yes, I was hurt."<br><br>She left off petting Lisle's head long enough to tap the narrow little scar under her ribs, then the one next to her chin.&nbsp; "I was healing.&nbsp; Then I went to sleep one night and woke up three days later different.<br><br>"You've seen how I'm different."&nbsp; Gerlinde paused for emphasis.&nbsp; She gathered her thoughts as well.&nbsp; Should she talk more about what it was like to have ... what was done to her?&nbsp; Should she go into the way having a cock put a new harness of hormones around her brain, yanking it eagerly in directions she wouldn't have imagined?&nbsp; Or the fleshy weight of having her body extended in a new way, with so many, many new sensitivities that demanded attention?&nbsp; Of how pleasure was now redefined?&nbsp; She figured she would, in time.&nbsp; For now, she just let her mouth run - the same slow, steady flow in synch with stare and caressing Lisle's crown.<br><br>"I was sick in two ways, when I woke up that way.&nbsp; Physically, on some level.&nbsp; Not so much my body adjusting, as a nausea over how ... permanent and severe the change felt."&nbsp; Gerlinde had to pause again.&nbsp; The next part took some effort to say.&nbsp; "And sick in my thoughts.&nbsp; Having this new part makes me ... feel things differently.&nbsp; Want different things.&nbsp; The things a man wants.&nbsp; Kind of.&nbsp; But twisted, I think.<br><br>"They said it was to help me make sense of how I would serve my new assignment."&nbsp; Gerlinde glanced up for a moment, as though looking at the whole camp.&nbsp; "This place.&nbsp; A place where they do experiments on people, to see how the body and mind can be shaped into new forms with new instincts."<br><br>She shook her head.&nbsp; "I don't know what use this place is, except to find out just where science can take civilization without ethics constraining it.&nbsp; I know that most of the people sent here don't even see that side of it - they're just here to work in the chemical factories until they waste away and die.&nbsp; I just know that the reason I got ... changed, and sent here, was because they had a special purpose here."<br><br>Gerlinde looked about her room: At her antique-style telephone, her ivory hairbrush, her wicker Italian rocking chair.&nbsp; "I get all this because I'm special.&nbsp; Which is what brings me to why I did what I did to you - and why you're with me now, rather than shivering in the prison barracks and waiting to die."<br><br>Her hand dipped to cradle Lisle's rump and her neck.&nbsp; She held her like she was keeping her intact - more; like she was shaping her.&nbsp; Gerlinde imagined Lisle to be clay in her hands, drying slowly into striking shape.&nbsp; "Yesterday, I got orders to make a girl into a pet.&nbsp; I...they use me to do all manner of things - deadly things.&nbsp; I've had to burn people alive with their own hormones, and turn men into breeding sows and women into...like me.&nbsp; But not you.&nbsp; You were chosen for me to turn into...someone who would be treated like a pet.&nbsp; Taken care of.&nbsp; A pet who pleases.&nbsp; For the Kommandant."<br><br>And that, as soon as Gerlinde had said it, was the hardest part to say.&nbsp; Telling Lisle that she would be given away, not kept in her power.&nbsp; That was the part she had been avoiding like a child avoids a tetanus shot.&nbsp; That was the part that was the brittle part; the splinter in her heart.&nbsp; She let a little of that show, before she could hide it.<br><br>"You couldn't stay as you were; only people who are...special; who're changed are treated with any decency here."&nbsp; And to get past the difficult part, Gerlinde was rushing out the words now.&nbsp; She was tossing ugliness on top of it like a dog kicks dirt over shit.&nbsp; Gerlinde spoke steady, but she talked until she couldn't taste bitterness any more.&nbsp; "New parts of their anatomy, to give them new desires that help with what they're expected to do.&nbsp; New forms, because the people who run this place consider anyone who looks entirely human to be trash.&nbsp; Normal people get killed for nothing here, Lisle.&nbsp; Nothing.&nbsp; I've seen a mother of two shot in the face because she was picking up a stone to take back to her daughters as a gift.&nbsp; I've seen the guards strangle people just to see how long it takes.&nbsp; This is a deadly place for those who aren't special.&nbsp; Worse; it's an insane place."<br><br>Gerlinde sighed; her hand cupped the heart-shaped face.&nbsp; She lowered her lips closer to the green eyes, as though to drink.&nbsp; "I wanted better for you as soon as I saw you.&nbsp; You were so beautiful - and I don't just mean your face, your body.&nbsp; I mean the kindness and respect you showed me.&nbsp; The gentle way you submitted to me.&nbsp; I ... I don't want you to be thrown away."<br><br>She firmed her voice; her entire bearing.&nbsp; Her hand gripped Lisle's bottom harder.&nbsp; Very hard.<br><br>"That's why I told you what I did about obeying and being pleasing."&nbsp; She impressed this with silence.<br><br>"That's why I did what I did to you without feeling too sad and too guilty about it."&nbsp; And firm as she was, Gerlinde surprised herself with the feeling of wet growing on her eyelashes.<br><br>"I want you to be special.&nbsp; I want you to fit in this place - not the camp, but here: A warm place, where someone is waiting to feed you, and wants to make you feel good, and who you..."<br><br>The bitter splinter dug in again.&nbsp; A vision of the Kommandant entered her mind.&nbsp; It was clear, clear enough to come with the usual ecstatic, formless thrill:&nbsp; The Kommandant, who killed on a whim and crushed throats down with her cock and was quicker with a whip than she was with her smile - and who rarely found a reason not to smile.&nbsp; Gerlinde cradled Lisle and tried to be firm.<br><br>In her panties, she was mountainous.<br><br>"Who you like to make...feel good." Gerlinde finished.&nbsp; She cleared her throat with a light noise.&nbsp; "The way you are now, it will make you feel wonderful to do the things you're expected to.&nbsp; Wonderful inside.&nbsp; And I know it'll hurt, but the hurt comes from having to accept that you're special.&nbsp; <br><br>"That's the part I want more than anything to help you with.&nbsp; Understand?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 19:59:19</strong>
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				The words cradled her as much as the arms around her, making this doctor seem closer to human - human enough to reveal the personal details when they weren't needed.&nbsp; It made it harder for Lisle to extract what she <em>really</em> needed to know.&nbsp; <br><br>She was being made into a pet - some sort of 'pleasure pet'.&nbsp; Was that why she felt so tight and strange as those fingers crept lower?&nbsp; And for the Kommandant - the symbol of everything that was powerful and evil about the Stalag.&nbsp; She shivered in the doctor's arms.<br><br>"You - had to do this.&nbsp; Had to change me.&nbsp; Have to make me - acceptable.&nbsp; For the Kommandant."&nbsp; She actually knew very little about the Kommandant personally - only that there was a tall, nebulous figure that made it hell for the prisoners.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 20:48:25</strong>
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				"Yes."&nbsp; Gerlinde soothed to hear her words made Lisle's own.&nbsp; Relaxing folded through her:&nbsp; She felt her shoulders undo their nautical stiffness.&nbsp; Her toes unfurled.&nbsp; Wrinkles on her stretching foreskin smoothed out in raw furrows.&nbsp; By the time she inhaled, drawing a soft wave of aloe and salty sleep from Lisle's skin, Gerlinde felt like she was renewing.&nbsp; A new phase of their relationship - of Gerlinde's experiment - had been entered.&nbsp; A new phase that made her feel steelier with certainty than ever.<br><br>She drew her arms tighter about the shivering - as much to hold it in place for savoring as to quell it.&nbsp; Her breasts sipped it in, their soreness bringing a piquancy to the feeling.&nbsp; And down in the trough of her body, her prostate coiled in wet tension.&nbsp; Her slit winked out a tear of cream, filling the cotton span of her obscenely stretched panties with fragrant dark.<br><br>Gerlinde wondered if Lisle could smell that wet.&nbsp; She wondered what it did to her.&nbsp; Her fingers sank deeper into rump and neck.<br><br>"Yes."&nbsp; Gerlinde said, speaking not delicately - speaking like she set broken bones.&nbsp; She thrilled with the idea of setting Lisle's mind into shape just as she'd set her legs, mangled her clitoris, made her hands helpless, begging things.&nbsp; And there was no guilt.&nbsp; Just the scent of aloe, of cream, and the strain of foreskin unfolding like rubber sheeting around the staff of her cock.&nbsp; "The hard part is the part I said yesterday seemed impossible: Making it acceptable to you.&nbsp; The guards can't do that.&nbsp; I know I can.&nbsp; I've had to do it before."<br><br>She got an idea on how to emphasize that last point, and she acted: Gerlinde twisted the satin band of her belly, and laid the rigidity of her long, thick penis against the blanket, just near enough to touch Lisle's tummy.<br><br>"You like the same things just about anyone does."&nbsp; Gerlinde said, rubbing Lisle's neck.&nbsp; "Being in a warm place.&nbsp; Having a soft bed.&nbsp; Not having to worry about whether you'll eat today.&nbsp; You already know how to like those things."<br><br>The more weight pushed in loamy floods to fill her cock and balls, the more Gerlinde's voice thinned, became breathy.&nbsp; She worried a moment about letting Lisle see how it excited her.&nbsp; But then, that was the point.&nbsp; Knowing this made her begin lightly brushing Lisle's bottom.&nbsp; "There are new things you have to learn to like and find joy in.&nbsp; Things just as necessary to your body and spirit now.&nbsp; Scary things, yes, for now."<br><br>Gerlinde took a deep breath of that aloe.&nbsp; She focused on how it bled through memories of life before - before her cock, her balls, her prostate's needs - making those experiences seem so weak by comparison.&nbsp; The inhalation brought her huge breasts to press on Lisle's bare collarbone.&nbsp; "But I will lead you through that fear.&nbsp; Coax you sometimes, force you if I feel you need it.&nbsp; I care for you."<br><br>Looking into that glorious green, her body beginning to flush and swell, Gerlinde said its name: "Do you have any questions, Lisle kitty?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 21:28:28</strong>
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				The brush of the doctor's shaft - still an impossibility in her mind - emphasized to Lisle the reality that this <em>was</em> something that the doctor had gone through before.&nbsp; The change - the deformity - already accomplished without any say in the matter.<br><br>"New things," she said hesitantly.&nbsp; "Like these?"&nbsp; She held up the paw-like hands.&nbsp; "How to live with these?"&nbsp; One palm rubbed over the stumps of the other.&nbsp; "And how to live with - that monster?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 21:33:38</strong>
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				Gerlinde's chest tickled with steel wool on the inside.&nbsp; She recognized the sensation: A deep mantle of fear, shifting subterranean from where it had laid sublimated.&nbsp; She'd felt it whenever she had to walk into the sallow bristles of the forests outside Kiev to clear the weird, isolated apartment blocks there.&nbsp; She used to feel it whenever she was bare around a mirror - since her change.&nbsp; Now she felt its source.&nbsp; It was the fear of being close.<br><br>The fear vanished as soon as its identity was realized.&nbsp; There was nothing to fear from Lisle.&nbsp; Gerlinde had caused this closeness - it could only be good for her, for it was in her power.&nbsp; It was helpless to her desires.&nbsp; The paws she had made Lisle's hands into, with their smooth lumps of severed digits, so fresh and fragile, were symbols of this.<br><br>"Like those."&nbsp; Her penis throbbed, its head finally meeting Lisle's belly through the blanket, to see them.&nbsp; Before she could appreciate a sweet flavor blooming in her mouth, Lisle's last question made her quirk her head.<br><br>"Monster?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 22:08:37</strong>
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				"The Kommandant is the one responsible for the prison, yes?&nbsp; The one in charge of how the prisoners are treated?&nbsp; Only a monster could let people live in such conditions," Lisle said bitterly.&nbsp; She had no idea that the Kommandant shared that strange impossibility with Doktor Baumann, as she had never actually met the ruler of the Stalag, much less seen what lay beneath the snug, black uniform.<br><br>Then she felt the firmer tap of hardened flesh against her stomach and blushed.&nbsp; She could hardly forget what had happened regarding <em>that</em> - the stretch of her lips around it, the steel beneath the skin, the sudden flood -<br><br>She felt more of that strange, tight feeling in her belly, and a warmth between her legs at the memory.&nbsp; Another thought struck her.&nbsp; "I - will have to - give pleasure - to the Kommandant?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 22:24:59</strong>
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				At the mention of the Kommandant's name, Gerlinde felt a pang of sympathy for the prisoners who, from time to time, were caught in the spotlights of the guard towers trying to find breaches in the fence.&nbsp; She was transfixed with understanding what Lisle had meant as though shot by one of those lights - she realized she had deliberately been keeping herself wandering in darkness.&nbsp; <br><br>The reason why - an icy splinter twisting back to life in her heart, hit her.&nbsp; She turned her hands into cradles around the soft curve of a heart-shaped cheek and Lisle's ripe bottom.&nbsp; But Gerlinde did not feel that ice melt, the pain relax, until she pushed her hips forward and made the hot, articulate pole of her penis sweep against Lisle's belly.<br><br>"You will, Lisle kitty."&nbsp; Gerlinde said starkly.&nbsp; The throbs on Lisle's flesh reminded her how hard she could be.&nbsp; With a lift of her arm, Gerlinde made the blanket slide down, exposing Lisle's bareness to her, all the way to her waist.&nbsp; Now only a thin slice of tented cotton separated her achingly warm flesh from where it dented Lisle.&nbsp; <br><br>All the same, her eyes were sad.&nbsp; And it took this hardness, this closeness, to keep her voice from sinking into the pit that the splinter was cutting into her heart.&nbsp; "The Kommandant runs the prison.&nbsp; I didn't...take your meaning at first.&nbsp; I don't..."<br><br><em>I don't like the idea of you with her at all.&nbsp; I have to stop it.</em><br><br>Gerlinde blinked away the clarid thought.<br><br>"I don't imagine to know what's in her mind.&nbsp; And I know it..."&nbsp; Gerlinde trailed off, clearing her chest with a deep breath.&nbsp; "I'll ready you.&nbsp; I'll make it easy as it can be.<br><br>"I may not know what is on her mind, but I know that...she's like me, in body."&nbsp; Gerlinde swallowed.&nbsp; Her male sex swelled languidly, exulting in being against Lisle. "I believe she...chose it, though."<br><br>Before silence could let the revolt of her thoughts storm its emptiness, Gerlinde reached behind her to pick up the shake.&nbsp; She had to focus on something else.&nbsp; The thought of giving Lisle over to the Kommandant was upsetting her.&nbsp; The last thing Gerlinde wanted was for Lisle to see that upset cut the heavens of her eyes with its clouds.<br><br>It would upset Lisle.&nbsp; It would upset Gerlinde more.&nbsp; And worse, it would lead to confirming her true fears about giving Lisle to the Kommandant.&nbsp; It would threaten her power.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 23:17:43</strong>
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				Lisle didn't see the torment in Doktor Baumann's eyes.&nbsp; Emerald green focused down at the length pressing against her skin, restrained only by the fragile panties.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; She was to be a pet.&nbsp; A pleasure pet.&nbsp; A pet to the Kommandant.&nbsp; She would have to please the Kommandant.&nbsp; "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.&nbsp; The doctor would never know the same&nbsp; relationship that a prisoner knew with the woman who held life or death control over them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>15-02-2009, 23:31:19</strong>
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				Just to have her cock looked at in such a way - just to know Lisle was seeing her, erect and livid dark and full - made Gerlinde's penis pulse and her teats stiffen to match heads.&nbsp; Her lips parted, a sigh couching there and spreading languid.&nbsp; Thoughts fluttered away like the butterflies in her stomach had gotten loose.&nbsp; <br><br>With nostrils and eyes widened, Gerlinde looked at Lisle.&nbsp; She didn't want to catch her eyes though.&nbsp; The green eyes were even lovelier when they were looking down.<br><br>"Yes."&nbsp; Her voice was surprisingly steady, considering how unstill her hips were, beginning to stroke the rugged prong of her penis against Lisle's tummy.&nbsp; Sparks of friction rolled down from the glans, to pool like a burning powder room in her testicles.&nbsp; "Ready...in form...will be simple.&nbsp; You have to be special, but I can make you beautiful.&nbsp; Your ears, a tail you can play with.<br><br>"Ready in mind, harder.&nbsp; But I will.&nbsp; I will, Lisle kitty."&nbsp; Gerlinde flexed her soft bottom; grabbed Lisle's soft and deep on its curve.&nbsp; Only the instinct of her other hand, wanting to grab Lisle's neck and bring her into a kiss, brought her back to what she needed to do:&nbsp; The weight in her hand, the glass, and that Lisle needed feeding.<br><br>Her cock expanded and relaxed in a pulse of protest as she brought the glass around.&nbsp; The straw in the sweetly fragrant buttercream tilted toward Lisle's lips.&nbsp; "I'll teach you things.&nbsp; First, you should always respond with someone's name when addressed, when you're done speaking.&nbsp; Like in the military."<br><br>She began brushing Lisle's bottom calmly - to calm herself as much as Lisle.&nbsp; It didn't work, not quickly.&nbsp; Her panties' elastic seemed about to snap, her cock about to push into Lisle's abdomen and fuck her directly there.&nbsp; That image made Gerlinde salivate; in her mouth and below.<br><br>"Understand, Lisle pussy?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 00:29:14</strong>
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				Lisle's hands instinctively reached for the glass, only able to press against the sides of the smooth container while the girl drank.&nbsp; She wasn't precisely thirsty, but she drank to fight down a lump of chagrin at how dependent she was at the moment.&nbsp; Perhaps a rubberized container could be held that way, but not the polished glass.<br><br>"I - understand - Doktor," she said after a long sip of the beverage.&nbsp; She tried not to think of what it looked like, thick enough to coat her throat on the way down.&nbsp; The friction against her belly was continuing to draw the bulk of her attention, pulling her thoughts towards what she was going to have to be ready for.&nbsp; The hand caressing her bottom was another draw, heating her core like warm oil.&nbsp; She vaguely remembered the way she had been stirred to melting the night before.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 00:59:19</strong>
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				Her own bottom stirring, Gerlinde firmed her brushing of Lisle's rump.&nbsp; She made the strokes more like applying wax than simple caresses; long and savory and set on keeping the girl fixed close and stirring tight.&nbsp; <br><br>Sobriety began to dissolve under the glow of lust like the stains on a mess tin around a heat tab.&nbsp; Gerlinde welcomed the clarity.&nbsp; She would worry about the Kommandant's deadly gravity and where it was leading all this later.&nbsp; She would fret about powerlessness later.&nbsp; She would sort the cancerous anatomy of her fears later.&nbsp; Gerlinde had different anatomy on her mind now.<br><br>Lisle's reaching inspired a pang of sympathetic sadness, but this was submerged too, as the stiff, stabbing feeling of her penis trying to stretch its shaft beyond its limits and the seething warmth in her core below lifted to fill her head.&nbsp; It was sad, but it was also precious.&nbsp; The thought of Lisle truly as dependent as a pet got Gerlinde wriggling nearer, her panties sliding on the smooth prong of her cock.&nbsp; Through that clinging cotton, a bead of wet seeped to stick to Lisle's tummy.<br><br>"You can call me 'Gerlinde'," Gerlinde said.&nbsp; "Just like you will be Lisle to me, even as a kitty."<br><br>She felt she was binding tighter, trying to work into the girl.&nbsp; And this smooth, strong urge to power - manifest in the dig of her prick and fingers and stare - calmed her all the more.&nbsp; Gerlinde followed its direction as the pleasure blotted out the last of her moping.<br><br>"Drink it all now, Lisle kitty."&nbsp; She instructed, saying just what her desire inspired and her warm flesh demanded.&nbsp; "Drink it all, and if it's good, you may say."&nbsp; Her finger lifted from where her hand clasped the glass, wiping at Lisle's soft little chin.<br><br>"Drink it all down as I pet you, and when you're done, just wriggle down to put your head on my thigh, and tell me you are all done."<br><br>And in the pause for breath that followed, Gerlinde nearly gasped, feeling how hard she was against Lisle - leaden, painful even, achingly thick.&nbsp; She did what this moment accustomed her to do:&nbsp; What she desired.&nbsp; <br><br>Gerlinde's hand began roaming up and down Lisle's bottom, and her hips pressed rhythmically, to and fro, in time with Lisle's suckling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 01:53:50</strong>
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				This was what would have to happen to her as a pet.&nbsp; She would have to be fed - since she couldn't lift a fork or spoon on her own.&nbsp; She would be compelled to show gratitude to whoever gave her that sustenance.&nbsp; And then - for the rest of her life she would be subject to their whims.<br><br>Lisle drank dutifully.&nbsp; She didn't make any comment, not even when the straw started to suck air bubbles noisily.&nbsp; When she found that the effort of sucking the straw was no longer worth the few droplets that it delivered, she released it and patted at the glass to move it away.<br><br>With a sigh, she slid down to pillow herself in the doctor's lap.&nbsp; "I'm done, Dok - Gerlinde."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 02:09:10</strong>
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				Behind the blue mirrors of Gerlinde's eyes, Lisle's thoughts were reflected.&nbsp; Gerlinde stole rare glances down at the new paws - the mutilated hands.&nbsp; She drew her attention over them like a tongue over ice cream:&nbsp; Over the plump nubs where thumbs used to be.&nbsp; Over the stubs curved into cat toes, good only for kneading, that remained of the fingers.&nbsp; Over the flat, useless, soft little palm.&nbsp; What she saw made her slit moisten all the more.&nbsp; She dropped a kiss, slow and romantic, on Lisle's brow.<br><br>She continued to watch Lisle drink, and thought Lisle's thoughts:&nbsp; That Lisle would need feeding.&nbsp; Lisle would need washing.&nbsp; Lisle was a pet now, in all that meant - having to mewl for food, beg to be let outside, incapable of dressing.<br><br>Each thought made the fist of pressure inside Gerlinde's scrotum tighten its leathery hand, made her cock ripple like a caldera about to crack, and made her pet Lisle all the softer.&nbsp; Soft because, after all, Lisle was vulnerable now.&nbsp; Kitty puss puss was tender all over, and realizing it the more she sipped.&nbsp; <br><br>When Lisle slid down, Gerlinde widened her legs.&nbsp; Cotton was tented high, its apex dark with pre-seminal fluid that had stabbed from the lancing cock.&nbsp; The fabric was terribly small; the penis' veins and ridges and bloody-dark weight so obvious.&nbsp; Gerlinde inhaled, smelling Lisle's aloe.<br><br>"Did you not like that, kitty Lisle?"<br><br>She smelled for Lisle's sex scent under it, to see if kitty puss was excited too.<br><br>She smelled her own scent clear enough:&nbsp; A woody, salty, soy-like scent, sauced in the more oceanic smell of her leaking slit.&nbsp; If she could smell it, Lisle must be bathing in it.<br><br>"Do you like the smells down there better?"<br><br>Gerlinde smiled subtly and skimmed her fingers like tines, down Lisle's crown and to her back.&nbsp; Everything about Gerlinde's manner projected that she was a sultry woman playing with her pet.&nbsp; It was for Lisle's own benefit to learn this, of course.&nbsp; Yes, for Lisle.<br><br>Gerlinde's glans bruised darker with ache to burst.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 03:28:37</strong>
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				"It was - different from what I've been having," Lisle said, feeling a little awkward.&nbsp; After weeks of prison rations, the protein shake had been incredibly rich.&nbsp; Compounding her awkwardness was the fact that musky scents had pooled in the cradle of the doctor's lap, and they were probing insistently at the primal parts of her brain.&nbsp; "Everything's so - different, doctor."<br><br>She meant for that to include the strange feelings that were rising from her own loins, as well as the aroma of lust that was as thick and rich as the peasant stews that she had known before.&nbsp; As she marinated in that scent, she could feel her own addition to it starting to seep warmly into her core.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 04:39:15</strong>
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				And at that announcement, Gerlinde felt a quality stamp itself on all the changes she had wrought in Lisle, on all the reactions of her own body, and on the progress of this transformation:&nbsp; It was good.&nbsp; <br><br>She was not lying to Lisle.&nbsp; All this was good.&nbsp; <br><br>How could it be otherwise, Gerlinde pondered.&nbsp; She was bathing in eyes like the algae-gowned pools in the Munich public park; letting her icy stare melt there and melt and melt.&nbsp; The little kitty puss was getting restless - Gerlinde could see it in her soft, shivering movements.&nbsp; Sweeping her hands over either side of that heart-shaped face, Gerlinde knew pussy puss was not shivering from cold.&nbsp; She was shivering from heat. <br><br>"It is."&nbsp; Gerlinde affirmed, sitting up.&nbsp; One thumb hooked on the raised elastic rim of her panties.&nbsp; An idea resolved itself in her mind, and she stripped her concentration of all other layers - just the blueprint of what she was going to do to Lisle.&nbsp; With a lift of her bottom and a pull of her hand, she stripped her body of her panties.&nbsp; <br><br>They came away from the tip of her penis with a sticky resistance that left its slit feeling somewhat raw.&nbsp; Good, she thought.&nbsp; Raw was appropriate.&nbsp; Gerlinde's grip on Lisle's neck kept the kitty's face in place, fastening her inches away from where her cock and balls and drooling slit revealed.<br><br>Gerlinde did not need to look down to see how tumescent her cock was.&nbsp; She could see that light red hue reflected in Lisle's eyes.&nbsp; All that size was evident in the shudders that her collaring hand absorbed.&nbsp; She needed only to wade in that deepening green to see the stiffened lattice of wide veins that crawled up the bulged ten inches of the shaft.&nbsp; Lisle's eyes stored the silvery and dark stitching of where the top of her slit was widened around the presence of a prostate, rooting the pole of her penis rigid.&nbsp; It was in Lisle's eyes that Gerlinde saw the glazed rim of her glans' helmet, the curve that had so many fine lines in hidden rows beneath the beating bulb. In Lisle was where Gerlinde saw the underside of her cock, with all its bloated and ready tubing, rising purposefully to the wet top.&nbsp; <br><br>In Lisle's nostrils, the smell that emanated in rich, tacky flow from the tiny slit - the smell of her small labia below; the mellow smell creaming from deeper places - was filling.&nbsp; Gerlinde lifted her hand from Lisle pussy's neck long enough to trace one rapidly flexing nostril.&nbsp; Picking up that flex, Gerlinde's body pulsed faster.<br><br>Everything was getting faster.&nbsp; And that was Gerlinde's plan.&nbsp; She would take it slow.&nbsp; She would keep Lisle harnessed between her legs, literally licking distance from the pearly push of pre-seminal fluid and penis scent.&nbsp; She would take it slow.&nbsp; She would let the lesson unfurl on its own.<br><br>And to give the conclusion of this lesson leave to reveal itself in turn, Gerlinde began the instruction with a command:<br><br>"This is an order:&nbsp; Do just what your body wants to do."&nbsp; Gerlinde's stare hardened into another form of injection.&nbsp; She wanted to fill Lisle with this purpose - the transmitted primal command spoken in rich tones by the musky notes of her bared flesh.&nbsp; She would let that purpose lead Lisle.&nbsp; "Do just what your body feels like doing - every movement, every gesture, every sound.&nbsp; Follow every need.<br><br>"That is an order.&nbsp; Follow them without fear.&nbsp; Show me how things feel different.&nbsp; Show me, while I tell you."<br><br>And with her bared penis, her simmering pussy, her stare informing Lisle just how things were different, Gerlinde leaned forward.&nbsp; Both of her hands began running, synchronized and slow, from the base of Lisle's skull down to her bottom.&nbsp; She began to speak, and her balls bloated with urgent weight with each painfully patient syllable.<br><br>"You are a kitty now, Lisle.&nbsp; You are expected to behave like a kitty."&nbsp; Gerlinde's eyes widened.&nbsp; "What does this mean?&nbsp; Well, you have some idea.&nbsp; You know how cats behave."<br><br>Heels of her hands nuzzling Lisle's jaw as though they were flews before sliding down, Gerlinde spoke seriously.&nbsp; "They are moody and elegant, sensual and sometimes affectionate.&nbsp; They are bold.&nbsp; They take what they want.<br><br>"You may wonder," Gerlinde cocked her head.&nbsp; "How can I do this?&nbsp; How, when I have human inhibitions and human thoughts?&nbsp; I will tell you."<br><br>Gerlinde's hands could grasp Lisle's bottom now, and did.&nbsp; They kneaded, enough to move Lisle's hips in the primally familiar motions of humping, of rutting.&nbsp; "Before, such urges and curiosities were condemnable in a person.&nbsp; They are not in a kitty.&nbsp; They are necessary.&nbsp; Understand more than anything:&nbsp; The licks of your tongue, the discovery of flesh on flesh, the way a kitten nuzzles with her cheeks to mark what she is discovering, the kneading of her paws, the arch of her hips - these are necessary.&nbsp; Just as you had to act in a certain way to preserve your dignity as a human, you must act in a certain way to prove you are a good kitty."<br><br>Her hands flowed back up, so firm and slow as to tattoo Lisle's flanks, the sides of her breasts, and neck all the way to the lifting of her hair, with lava.&nbsp; Her eyes ornamented Lisle's with the ornaments of her new purpose.&nbsp; "Your ego can get in the way in this tender time of transition.&nbsp; We learn so much to worry about as we grow from children into adults - so many things we must keep in mind if we are to take care of ourselves.&nbsp; But now, you are to be taken care of.&nbsp; You have only to be a pleasing pet.&nbsp; <br><br>"Take your ego away."&nbsp; Gerlinde insisted, slicing her hands back down Lisle - below her belly this time, down and down, to touch the tips of her finger to the raw dangle of Lisle's grotesquely elongated clitoris.&nbsp; As the fingertips neared, they slowed, until they were crawling toward the touch that would come.&nbsp; "Your ego is good for one function:&nbsp; To think, what would kitty do, if she was feeling this way?&nbsp; Would kitty lick?&nbsp; Shy away?&nbsp; Plant her paws and knead in asking?&nbsp; Would she move her hips?&nbsp; How? <br><br>"You have all the answers, Lisle pussy."&nbsp; Gerlinde purred.&nbsp; Her fingers met in a trim cage around Lisle's clitoris.&nbsp; They lingered.&nbsp; They slid away.&nbsp; "Your body has all the answers.&nbsp; It is insisting to you what they are, now that it is different.&nbsp; Listen.<br><br>"Show me."&nbsp; Gerlinde's balls clamped in conclusion, and her cock raged deeper in stretching from the wide hide of its foreskin, as tight, swollen places below seeped arousal.&nbsp; "And I will help teach you.&nbsp; I know you are just discovering a body like mine.&nbsp; What kitty licks, I will teach you all about."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 06:13:21</strong>
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				<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.&nbsp; &nbsp;Gerlinde's words pattered into her ears as that scent, and the vision-filling sight of the woman's cock overwhelmed her senses.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Disobeying would take away the promised protection from pain.&nbsp; Disobeying might make her unfit - a failed experiment destined for disposal.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Lisle's spine bowed downward, edging the length of her own sex down towards the cage of fingers that hovered so, so near.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 07:40:54</strong>
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				Finishing her lecture, Gerlinde took note of Lisle's behavior.&nbsp; The pale blue corona of her eyes, smooth ceramic for Lisle's gaze to pool in, sharpens subtly to crystal splinter scrutiny.&nbsp; She wanted to see what stirred in Lisle kitty - the same desire that made her crave the wash of a nervous little tongue, the sight of snow blushing in the shape of a heart, the restlessness of a slender, satiny body shifting.&nbsp; The clinical and the erotic were more than close cousins in Gerlinde's mind.&nbsp; They were entwined like the snakes of a caduceus.&nbsp; <br><br>What she saw in Lisle - the struggle - made her purr pleasantly.&nbsp; The words that followed were firm as the flip of riding crop leather, but the steam that preceded was as spicy, as sultry, as the tastes Lisle discovered pulsing sticky from Gerlinde's penis.<br><br>"I see you're afraid."&nbsp; Gerlinde said.&nbsp; Her fingertips loosened their enclosure of Lisle's questing, candle-stiff clitoris.&nbsp; They slid elusively around its base, prodding in and out, teasing.&nbsp; Their message was clear:&nbsp; Just a little more circling of Lisle's hips, just a touch stronger pressing down, and she might turn those tender brushes into deep, resonant pinch.&nbsp; "A little fear is good.&nbsp; But don't fear me too much.&nbsp; If you go astray with me, Lisle pussy, I will lead you back.&nbsp; Pay attention to your body's demands."<br><br>As Lisle licked, gathering up pre-seminal fluid, more shyly poked out to follow.&nbsp; Gerlinde strained a gasp through set teeth, her eyes hosted a spell of lightning.&nbsp; So much fluid was filling up in her, so fast, she had to bear down on her prostate to contain it.&nbsp; The licking over the slit was a touch as sweet and palpable as caramel.<br><br>"Kitty," Gerlinde hissed as her breasts arched.&nbsp; "You are licking the most tender spot.&nbsp; It is the..."&nbsp; She paused to voice a pant through her nostrils.&nbsp; "...meatus.&nbsp; The meatus, kitty puss.&nbsp; So many nerves in there."<br><br>She illustrated her point.&nbsp; Gerlinde deliberately dipped down a finger and sprung it up to hit the dangling end of Lisle's clitoris, roll there, and then slide off to continue stalking the root-like protrusion.&nbsp; "It's where the...semen comes from.&nbsp; Licking there...makes the semen...need to come out soon."<br><br>Gerlinde could feel the pipes of her cock jellied with built up spend.&nbsp; Her eyes fluttered as the fluid fluttered, forcing about, brewed by heartbeats.&nbsp; She focused on what she was saying.&nbsp; "Do you feel...the scent...the taste...what it's doing to your body?&nbsp; The feelings?&nbsp; Tell me, Lisle kitty.&nbsp; Tell me if you do, and what it does."<br><br>Gerlinde drew air through her teeth.&nbsp; It, like all the forces in her body, clustered in the bloating knob of her glans.&nbsp; The slit there bore down, closed.&nbsp; Her fingers closed in on Lisle's clitoris.&nbsp; "Then...tell me...why you licked there first."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 17:13:59</strong>
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				"I'm scared - of what's happening to me," Lisle replied, licking her lips and tasting the faint trace of musk there.&nbsp; "I feel - too warm - where you're touching me... I don't <em>know</em> what to do - how to do it.&nbsp; I-I thought that - was where you wanted me to lick."&nbsp; <br><br>It had been the closest place, a hair's-breadth more familiar to her tongue than anything else she was confronted with.&nbsp; All the while, her extended clitoris seemed to feel the warmth of the doctor's fingers, even before contacting them.<br><br>Lisle's eyes closed, and she drew a scent-laden breath - it wasn't an intentional sniff, just an attempt to calm her roiling emotions.&nbsp; Hormones are powerful things, however, and the musk seemed to congeal in her lungs and flow into her pelvic region.&nbsp; A soft dampness began to form there, still concealed by the way her altered legs were positioned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 17:28:47</strong>
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				Ever studious, Gerlinde was quick to leap on Lisle's error and correct her.&nbsp; "Correction" came in the form of a soft flick of Lisle's clitoris by a single finger's snap.&nbsp; <br><br>"Gerlinde."&nbsp; Gerlinde corrected.&nbsp; Her arms tucked closer about Lisle in an embrace of the kitty's flanks.&nbsp; She wanted to reassure her that she was still held secure; not in any further threat.&nbsp; "Remember?&nbsp; End what you say with addressing by name, kitty puss."<br><br>The fingers returned to cuddling Lisle's lower belly and moving like silken jellyfish threatening her clitoris' elongating root.&nbsp; They undulated around the hooded base, Gerlinde seeking out the narrow places and the stiff cylinder of the base to press in uneven rhythm.&nbsp; <br><br>"Don't be too scared."&nbsp; Gerlinde said in a soft, hushing tone.&nbsp; The rocking of her hips to sit closer brought the pole of her cock against the musk-stained lips, rubbing the plump curves of her frenulum there, the ridge catching on the lower lip, tugging it down.&nbsp; The urge to explode bloating her shaft receded slightly, enough that she could still speak smoothly.&nbsp; "Too warm is how kitties should feel.&nbsp; Lick and nuzzle and feel warmer."<br><br>Gerlinde raised a hand to the back of Lisle's neck.&nbsp; Rubbing the flossy hair there, soothing, she eased Lisle's face down to the underside of her shaft.&nbsp; Lisle's tongue was led to follow the tacky drizzle, down the tubes that pulsed, loaded with fluid.<br><br>"Down there is the frenulum, just under the glans, the head."&nbsp; Gerlinde purred.&nbsp; "That's where you can feel all the semen stuffing up, wanting to come out.&nbsp; It knows what it wants.&nbsp; <br><br>"It wants inside you."&nbsp; Gerlinde's fingers still near Lisle's clitoris began laying lazy strokes around the base, circling close enough to make the organ move and tense.&nbsp; "What does hearing that - tasting it - make you feel, Lisle pussy?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 18:04:47</strong>
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				"I - dizzy - like I'm in a mountain tavern," Lisle replied.&nbsp; "It wants - inside me?"&nbsp; For some reason, that made her feel a wash of disorientation, especially when the doctor's fingers drifted nearer to the base of her own shaft.&nbsp; She licked where she was directed, filling her nose with musk like the bouquet of a fine wine.&nbsp; She could feel the pulses against her tongue, like a slow heartbeat.<br><br>"Inside - where, Gerlinde?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 18:23:27</strong>
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				The light, tremulous chime of Lisle's voice put a river of sparks in Gerlinde's throat.&nbsp; A gasp let it loose, and they swept down, slaloming over her heat into the aching chambers of her breasts.&nbsp; She knew her eyes flashed as surprise that the sparks could so completely - so generously - fill the hugeness of her breasts struck her.&nbsp; She knew Lisle saw it.<br><br>She kept her voice level all the same.&nbsp; Now is the time for instruction, for discovery, she reminded herself.&nbsp; All the same, the knotting eagerness that worked her testicles in a fury made her want to show Lisle pussy puss where the semen wanted to go, right then and there.&nbsp; <br><br>"It so <em>very </em>much wants inside you, Lisle pussy."&nbsp; Gerlinde said, being sure to smooth her words, knitting them carefully from breath that emerged ragged from the tempest inside her.&nbsp; "That's what the chemicals in it - the hormones - are telling my body and mind.&nbsp; They tell me it needs to come out and go into you.<br><br>"Here," Gerlinde said, and raised a fingertip to trace around the plush, busy rind of Lisle's lips.&nbsp; She traced there like a bead of quicksilver.&nbsp; The touch smoothed Lisle's lips nearer to the raging heat of her penis' shaft.&nbsp; It peeled those lips wider.&nbsp; Her eyes widened around Lisle's in kind. "In your mouth.<br><br>"And here."&nbsp; Her fingers, below, rose to stencil the rim of Lisle's vagina.&nbsp; They reached there by slowly, slowly scaling the spike of Lisle's clitoris.&nbsp; The dilatory speed was maddening.&nbsp; It was all Gerlinde could think of - how firm and slow her fingers were climbing up the pulsating, tallow-stiff organ.&nbsp; She could only imagine what it did to Lisle.&nbsp; "There most of all."<br><br>Finally, the fingertips licked around the clenching socket of Lisle's vagina.&nbsp; Gerlinde nearly gasped to feel all the cream that was pouring out of there.&nbsp; Her alterations of Lisle's clitoris and attendant hormones had made the organ insane.&nbsp; Prolific heat and wet almost flooded.<br><br>"<em>Oh</em>, Lisle <em>puss</em>."&nbsp; Gerlinde sighed, the snow of her complexion getting bloody with passion.&nbsp; "You're making <em>so </em>much wet down there.&nbsp; So much.&nbsp; More than I expected, even with the treatments."<br><br>The fingertips remained.&nbsp; The lengths of Gerlinde's digits were set snug against the quaking length of Lisle's clitoris.&nbsp; The tips pushed gently against the rim of the hole, showing how it yielded, exploring its tense neediness, coaxing out more cream to run down Lisle's shaft.&nbsp; "Lick lower, Lisle kitty.&nbsp; And tell me, do you know why you're making all that cream there?"<br><br>Yes, her mind hissed at the drowning foam of her hormones.&nbsp; <em>Instruction</em>.&nbsp; Focus on instruction.<br><br>Gerlinde's breath began to canter through her nose all the same.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 18:56:57</strong>
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				Lisle blushed, managing not to pull away from that invasive touch.&nbsp; No, that wasn't entirely true.&nbsp; She wanted that touch, in a way.&nbsp; Maybe not here and now, but she remembered how it felt to be touched there by a lover.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; But she knew what the 'right' answer would be.<br><br>"B-because a - a good kitty wants something in there, Gerlinde?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 19:59:51</strong>
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				Satisfaction dawned, generous and pink, in Gerlinde as she heard Lisle's answer chiming from between licks of her scrotum.&nbsp; Lisle's lapping had summoned a tension to her testes that made the balls feel shiny with hardness.&nbsp; The sack around them felt crammed with pasty fluid.&nbsp; But it was Lisle's words that made Gerlinde's arousal go from a sharp, white flame to an inferno.<br><br>She could hear the blush in those syllables, making them wet and red as berries.&nbsp; She could hear the steam that was sewing into every aspect of Lisle, rising from the boil that flushed in the core of kitty puss' body.&nbsp; Most of all, she heard the attempt at detachment in them - Lisle's externalizing, not saying <em>she </em>wanted something in there, or why, but that good kitties did.&nbsp; <br><br>And the velvet ribbon of Gerlinde's lips drew wider in a smile, because Lisle, perhaps unknowningly, had just placed her paw in a big step toward being just what Gerlinde was turning her into - the good kitty.&nbsp; After all, Lisle could not deny her body wanted something in there:&nbsp; Seed and cock and fingers and vibrating eggs and whatever else someone desired to force deep.&nbsp; Lisle knew how she felt.<br><br>And Lisle had been right:&nbsp; She felt just like a good kitty.<br><br>"Yes." Gerlinde said emphatically, and the fingers that had been glazing the stalk of Lisle's clitoris now pressed meaningly against it, rocking as their tips dented the coral crush of Lisle's vagina - not slipping in, not piercing, but suggesting in the yielding bend of nerves and the flashes of hormone, primal urge and carnal want it evoked, just how divine it would be when she did.&nbsp; "Yes, that is just right.&nbsp; Because a good kitty wants something in there.&nbsp; <br><br>"And since it is making cream now, you must be a good kitty."&nbsp; Her other hand grabbed the back of Lisle's head, guiding her to burrow into the aching sack of her balls.&nbsp; Gerlinde could hardly bear the pressure; it sent her penis jutting up at an angle with urge to spend. <br><br>"And since," Gerlinde wove from her panting breath.&nbsp; "You are making...so much cream...more than...any...I've ever seen..."<br><br>And now she began tilting her hand - the hand below, fingers slowly excavating Lisle's tender vaginal opening, touching each nerve and making it bend in before releasing the pressure in teasing.&nbsp; The hand rubbed her fingers fast, frigging against Lisle's clitoral shaft.&nbsp; "You must be a very, very good kitty."<br><br>Her teeth slid together between parted lips, adding to the sparks inside her.&nbsp; She was all fire now.&nbsp; She was ready.&nbsp; She stroked, teased, faster.<br><br>"Tell me you are, Lisle pussy.&nbsp; Tell me why you are, just as I just explained to you."<br><br>And then the waiting would be over, Gerlinde decided.&nbsp; Propriety be damned.&nbsp; Patience, overrated.&nbsp; She would show Lisle what good kitties got for being so good.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 20:14:29</strong>
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				Lisle's hips squirmed, grinding her extended clitoris back against those teasing fingers, making more pressure against the opening to her vagina.&nbsp; "I-I'm making a lot - of c-cream... so - I'm - a g-good k-kitty... Gerlinde..."&nbsp; The addition of the name was almost forgotten, remembered in a trip of the tongue as Lisle's boiling pelvis lifted and pushed until her face was nuzzled securely against the cock in front of her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 20:28:12</strong>
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				Gerlinde's mind was also nearly elsewhere - not listening to Lisle's infallible logic.&nbsp; Not relishing Lisle kitty defining herself as "kitty," essentially and indelibly and in pleasure's throes.&nbsp; Those experiences coated - sauced and piqued - the experience, like Lisle's runny, buttercream vagina juices coated the singing pulses of her labia and clitoris.&nbsp; <br><br>Gerlinde's mind was bound where Lisle kitty rooted - where she pressed and nuzzled into the jungle of swollen nerves and clenching flesh at the base of Gerlinde's body.&nbsp; Her core was boiling over with feeling, inspired by the soft features within the heart-shaped frame of Lisle's face grinding into it:&nbsp; Lisle's chin making Gerlinde's scrotum scrub her labia; Lisle's tongue tripping over syllables like "Ger" and "good" and "kit" as she writhed it against the pole of her penis; Lisle pushing.&nbsp; Lisle wanting more.<br><br>The words were just gilding on the rich, tactile noise of that message.&nbsp; <br><br>Gerlinde gasped to hear it, grasping Lisle's neck and kneading like the jaws of a mother cat.&nbsp; Her fingers, below, continued their play on the pressing grind of Lisle's squirming hips, pressing back enough to push shallows in the petals, ease open the socket, and then slide away to force Lisle to wriggle all the more.&nbsp; They couldn't continue much longer.&nbsp; Gerlinde needed inside.<br><br>"Yes, good kitty.&nbsp; Not just 'a lot of cream'.&nbsp; More cream than I've ever seen."&nbsp; The mother-cat jaws continued kneading Lisle's neck, gathering her hair in Gerlinde's fingers.&nbsp; Her balls beat like steel core drums.&nbsp; <br><br>Now was the time.&nbsp; Gerlinde's mind flashed with a sweet acknowledgment that this would be new - the first time she was inside kitty; the first time kitty had to take such a large penis inside.&nbsp; She turned the trembling that percolated through her limbs into an embrace, hauling Lisle's face up to the tip of her cock.&nbsp; She stared into Lisle's eyes.&nbsp; Her fingers continued teasing in a frenzy on Lisle's core.<br><br>"I'm going to move you now, Lisle pussy.&nbsp; You keep saying what you just said to me.&nbsp; Over and over.&nbsp; Over and over.&nbsp; Until you need to cry out."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 21:01:36</strong>
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				Almost kitten-like, Lisle submitted to the grip on her neck.&nbsp; Her lips brushed the ruddy tip of Gerlinde's penis as she first nodded, then voiced her assent.<br><br>There was nothing else she could do.&nbsp; The urging from her body was making it easier, but she knew that the alternative would be more horrors.&nbsp; All she could do was try to be a good kitty.<br><br>"Y-yes - I'll be a g-good kitty, Gerlinde.&nbsp; A good kitty."&nbsp; For the briefest of moments, her upper lip even held against the semen-tacky surface in front of it.&nbsp; A memory - would she be asked to suck again?&nbsp; But the doctor's fingers were hinting at so much more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 21:40:08</strong>
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				Glowing to hear Lisle again, Gerlinde rose up.&nbsp; This was not easily accomplished.&nbsp; The pet bed provided bad balance, and she had to stop herself – retain the proper majestic pose – before teetering.&nbsp; Her eyes shone their approval to the face below the spearing width of her cock, but she shook her head.<br><br>“No, Lisle puss.”&nbsp; Gerlinde corrected.&nbsp; The gnawing of Lisle’s neck clamped and drew the girl to kneeling.&nbsp; “You <em>are </em>a good kitty.&nbsp; Remember?”<br><br>Gerlinde’s testicles beat like new bruises and insisted that this was not the time to be pedantic.&nbsp; No, she thought.&nbsp; Not pedantic.&nbsp; But this was the time to be powerful.<br><br>With a finger freshly glazed from the expedition into Lisle pussy’s weeping vagina, Gerlinde traced Lisle’s mouth.&nbsp; She didn’t just coat the sad little mouth.&nbsp; She soaked it.&nbsp; Lisle’s fluids had been gathered jelly-thick from the core of her body.&nbsp; <br><br>“You said, ‘I’m making a lot of cream, so I’m a good kitty,” Gerlinde repeated, pushing a runnel of that cream onto Lisle’s tongue.&nbsp; “Keep repeating that to me, over and over, as I move you.”<br><br>Gerlinde inhaled as she began to lift Lisle to her own bed – a King size bed covered in tousled sheets that still were crisply scented with linen.&nbsp; She did not smell the sheets, though.&nbsp; She smelled Lisle’s body – her puss pussy’s pussy – as she used the grip on Lisle’s neck and a guiding hand on Lisle’s side to put her on her back on the bed.<br><br>Gerlinde greeted the aroma, in the same way she did the smell of a new place’s airport as whenever she landed there for the first time.&nbsp; Lisle’s musk was strong as fuel; the sharper odors of her opening cavity were keen as the scent of trees.&nbsp; <br><br>“Repeat.” Gerlinde instructed.&nbsp; Throughout moving Lisle, Gerlinde kept the girl fastened to her by the tether of her stare.<br><br>She guided Lisle onto the bed, being sure to put herself between Lisle’s legs.&nbsp; Gerlinde&nbsp; wanted those legs tucked behind her, so that Lisle only saw their fresh distortion in glimpses.&nbsp; She adopted the pose of a lover; her core aligned with Lisle’s, her hand on Lisle’s cheek and on Lisle’s belly, her chest arched overhead.<br><br>“Repeat.” Gerlinde said.&nbsp; She reached back for a moment to unhook her bra clasp.&nbsp; <br><br>The bra slid away, and her great breasts dropped out.&nbsp; They did not drop far, swollen as they were.&nbsp; Blushed with color like slapped cheeks, Gerlinde’s breasts hung and throbbed in tenderness.<br><br>Having them exposed made Gerlinde’s cock throb all the harder.&nbsp; One hand raced back to Lisle’s cheek, its heel against her mouth, and began nuzzling.&nbsp; The other hand went to her penis.&nbsp; Gerlinde reflected that its touch felt like a cooked rib – meaty and rugged with unruly flesh and hard as bone.&nbsp; <br><br>“Repeat.”<br><br>She set the spade of her glans against the shaft of Lisle’s clitoris and began rubbing.&nbsp; Gerlinde rubbed slow – this and this alone was on her mind: To rub slow, to rub firm, to make Lisle cook over with arousal.&nbsp; She wanted the kitty thrashing on the edge of orgasm before she entered.<br><br>“Repeat.”<br><br>She kept sliding her cock there, the head scraping the long flank of the jutting organ.&nbsp; She made the fringe of the glans catch it, letting it pop free.&nbsp; She skated up and down, bathing it in the leak of her cock head’s slit.&nbsp; <br><br>Her face hovered over Lisle’s.&nbsp; Gerlinde felt it must be glowing.<br><br>“Repeat.”&nbsp; Gerlinde said, keeping her lips open.&nbsp; She set that open mouth over Lisle’s.&nbsp; She did not kiss.&nbsp; She wanted to give kitty a place to lick. <br><br>Her breasts crushed to Lisle’s small mammaries.&nbsp; Her breath felt like it was pure smoke.&nbsp; The inferno of the moment consumed all other thought.&nbsp; Gerlinde soaked in it.<br><br>She tilted her hips back.<br><br>“Repeat.”&nbsp; She ordered a final time.&nbsp; Then her hips shifted, her hand guided, and with a shudder of her compressed breasts and lithe back muscles, Gerlinde shoved her penis into Lisle’s vagina until she could feel the kitty’s socket grab the fringe of her bulging glans.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 22:28:19</strong>
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				"I’m making - a lot of cream - so I’m - a good kitty," Lisle said as she was swept up, feeling her own fluids slide over her tongue.&nbsp; <br><br>"I’m making a lot - of cream so&nbsp; - I’m a good kitty," she repeated as the softness of a bed - a real bed - pressed against her back, and she felt her legs parted.&nbsp; Glancing down, all she could see was the doctor's body, that thick prong rising between them.<br><br>"I’m making a lot of cream - so - I’m a good kitty."&nbsp; She gasped a little as Gerlinde's breasts suddenly bobbed into full display.&nbsp; She had known they were larger than normal, but it took seeing them in their natural state to fully appreciate that there was no trick of the uniform enhancing them.<br><br>"I’m m-m-making a lot of c-c-cream, so - I-I’m a good k-kitty," she stammered as flesh met heated flesh.&nbsp; She knew what fingers felt like, both before and after her 'enhancement', but this was her first time experiencing a penis contacting her own slender arousal.<br><br>"I’m making - unh - a lot of cream, so - I-I’m a good kitty."&nbsp; The stiff finger of her clitoris bent, then sprang straight as it freed itself from the other organ.&nbsp; Her eyes narrowed, then widened against as Gerlinde leaned in<br><br>"I’m making a lot of cream, - so I-I’m a good kitty." Her tongue brushed those lips, just by virtue of being so very, very close.&nbsp; Her heart hammered through the cushions of both breasts - her own modest ones, and Gerlinde's bounty.<br><br>"I’m making a lot of cream, - so I - Aye!"&nbsp; She felt the thickness of the cockhead knock against her threshold.&nbsp; She might as well have been a virgin, considering how her labia had to stretch to accommodate it.<br><br>"I'm a - good kitty."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>16-02-2009, 22:54:04</strong>
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				For a moment, Gerlinde just steeped in the feeling of penetrating Lisle's body.&nbsp; Tactile and emotional sensations bled into one another, becoming indistinguishable.&nbsp; Empathy flooded up from the core of her body, to the breast laying crushed in abundance onto Lisle's softly thumping heartbeat.&nbsp; A process of fusion seemed to be taking place.&nbsp; Gerlinde savored every way she and the kitty puss - the girl - were melting together:<br><br>The delicious suckling of the silken muscles around the sliding knob of her shaft, like a doorknob inside a wet stocking - it spoke of Lisle's primal desire to be filled there.&nbsp; The undulant tightness of the sheath kissing the tip of her glans - it was a feverish whisper, begging Gerlinde to slide deeper, speaking of Lisle's essential need to be penetrated.&nbsp; The roll of belly muscles, like soft, wet wood kneading the hard flesh that skewered them open - it ached with urge to move, to writhe, to spill over in the ecstasy of release.&nbsp; Gerlinde answered that urge with movement of her own:<br><br>Gerlinde tensed her ass and slid deeper.&nbsp; The incredible - absolutely incredible - tightness of Lisle's vagina clenched down around her shaft.&nbsp; Gerlinde gasped into Lisle's mouth to be so squeezed.<br><br>She had to calm.&nbsp; She did by drawing her hips back, sliding out until the corona of her cockhead lodged in the quaking rim of Lisle's tight opening.&nbsp; She calmed more by focusing on the tastes in Lisle's mouth, as she licked them off of the fibrous bottom of Lisle's tongue.&nbsp; There was no equivalent for them - they were a peerless blend of salt and musk and sweetness.&nbsp; <br><br>Gerlinde felt her prostate seize solidly.&nbsp; The semen teeming in her balls like a vessel of snakes would be kept in check.&nbsp; Sighing, she shimmied her belly, grinding its satiny smoothness on the bent prod of Lisle's clitoris - her huge, deformed, electrified "kitty clitty."&nbsp; Still grinding, she pushed back in.&nbsp; She sunk deeper, deep enough into Lisle's vagina that she could feel Lisle's labia in puffy distension, stretched hugely around the shaft's broadest girth.<br><br>She smiled subtly, gazing into the green of Lisle's eyes from inches away.&nbsp; Beginning to rock on top of Lisle - to grind her soft, huge breasts, her belly a mortar on Lisle's clitoris, her cock rolling in all that resistant melting - she spoke.<br><br>"You are a good kitty.&nbsp; Feel what a good kitty feels.&nbsp; It feels so nice."<br><br>Bracing her balls with a hot exhalation and a clench of her prostate, Gerlinde screwed the fat impalement of her cock deeper into Lisle puss' quaking belly.&nbsp; She gasped; more words charged to her tongue on a juggernaut of steam from her boiling body.&nbsp; <br><br>And though before, when she had sex, Gerlinde had been quiet, she decided to speak now.&nbsp; Before, she had bitten the words that came back.&nbsp; But before, she had been the one pierced and opened.&nbsp; Now, she felt she could do entirely as she pleased.&nbsp; &nbsp;She knew it would please her to speak.<br><br>"God, so nice, Lisle.&nbsp; Your pussy's so tight around me."&nbsp; Gerlinde said, kissing at Lisle's mouth in ferocious, claiming draws, talking eye to eye.<br><br>Continuing to churn inside Lisle, she drilled steadily deeper, then steadily out.&nbsp; She had spoken the truth; she felt enormous inside all the shivering cling of Lisle's vagina.&nbsp; The girl could be a virgin, tight as she was.&nbsp; Certainly, she'd never taken a cock this big.&nbsp; And the hysterical way that Lisle's hormone-maddened organ clutched at her was a contagious insanity that made Lisle silk-tight.&nbsp; Lisle felt as though she was trying to suck the cum out of Gerlinde, from where it battered at her prostate.<br><br>She grunted, hitting bottom inside Lisle.&nbsp; She hammered forward, then drew out.&nbsp; <br><br>"Oh, puss puss...Oh, you feel so nice.&nbsp; Your pussy's so good, Lisle."&nbsp; Gerlinde gasped and began hunching, as much to avoid swelling to ejaculation as to keep the friction burning around her cock, building its arousal, cracking open Lisle.&nbsp; "Oh, I hope it feels as good to you as to me - you're such a good kitty.&nbsp; Oh, does it?&nbsp; Does it, Lisle kitty?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 06:28:58</strong>
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				The refrain that she had been commanded to repeat started to break down as Lisle's tongue was gradually occupied by the closeness of Gerlinde's mouth.&nbsp; It wasn't a conscious licking.&nbsp; At first, it was just the natural movement of her mouth as she spoke the words.&nbsp; Before long, the sounds faded, while her lips and tongue continued to form them.<br><br>All she was aware of was the pressure of the other's body against hers, inside and out.&nbsp; Her legs were splayed wide by Gerlinde's body.&nbsp; Her pussy was stretched beyond what she could have ever dreamed.&nbsp; Her elongated clit was ground between the two planes of their stomachs.<br><br>And then there were the words - congratulating her, praising her, affirming her 'cat-ness' with every breath.&nbsp; Asking what she felt.&nbsp; And in the fragmenting pants of the refrain that she had been ordered to repeat, the answer fell into place.<br><br>"Good.&nbsp; Kitty - good."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 15:18:58</strong>
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				When Gerlinde's kisses began to be returned, welling up from the nectarine repetition of Lisle's lips, rising from the drizzle of her tongue's touch, Gerlinde nearly spent in her kitty puss' pussy right there.&nbsp; She husked deep moans to keep them from stacking in her throat, bidding each goodbye with a slice of her own tongue over Lisle's.&nbsp; That took care of the steam shuddering through her.&nbsp; As for the cramped urge to expel that charged her penis, she let off the pressure with rapid thrusts of its wide bar into Lisle's body.<br><br>For awhile, Gerlinde's thoughts just whirled around the bouquet of the taste of Lisle's mouth, fondling it.&nbsp; Then Lisle murmured her reply - "Good.&nbsp; Kitty Good" - and Gerlinde had to see her kitty's face right away.&nbsp; She broke the kiss the way taffy breaks between a little girl's fingers, and raised her head up enough to see and speak.<br><br>What she saw - that heart-shaped face, those eyes, the fine nose panting rapid as a scenting feline - made the knob of Gerlinde's penis grow so huge that Gerlinde felt she couldn't move it in the clasp of Lisle's tummy.&nbsp; The feeling struck her like a challenge; she dragged her hips back, then gouged forward into the resistance of Lisle's vagina, as she spoke.<br><br>"<em>Yes</em>, yes you are, yes you are, you're a good, good kitty." Gerlinde was sure her face was all Lisle could see.&nbsp; Lisle's was all she could see.&nbsp; It was all she could imagine wanting to see.&nbsp; She stroked its side to tell it so, giving Lisle a thumb to suck on.&nbsp; She spoke right to the green, the lips, the tiny flexing nose.&nbsp; "It feels...so wonderful...to be in you...to make kitty...feel good."<br><br>Gerlinde shuddered.&nbsp; All of her shuddered.&nbsp; She had to start panting again.&nbsp; She did, and the muscles under her soft bottom flexed hard, continuing to pummel into Lisle.&nbsp; <br><br>Pressed together like that, Gerlinde felt like their bodies were fused:&nbsp; Lisle's legs cupping her back in their precious distortion.&nbsp; Lisle's breasts collided under her breasts, her breasts' huge weight guiding the smaller pair in jiggling, nipples fiercely hard and licking together like wanton tongues.&nbsp; And Lisle's clitoris, that amazingly long, wet root, smeared below her.<br><br>A thought from her teenage years strode through her mind - of a time waiting outside a Munich dance club, trying to light a smoke in the rain with a damp paper match.&nbsp; The sky's hair was wet, her eyes glinting soft and bright all around, and the paper match had warped and smeared against the flint of the match book as Gerlinde tried to strike it.&nbsp; That was how Lisle's clitoris felt - a long strip, infused with fire, with Gerlinde's flat belly trying determinedly to make it burst; to ignite Lisle and make her hiss to life with climax.<br><br>Gerlinde brought the hand from Lisle's hips and touched the side of her tit with it.&nbsp; She rubbed its mass against Lisle's, making the flesh bunch up near Lisle's mouth.&nbsp; The friction made a wet heat billow huge inside Gerlinde's chest.&nbsp; She added the delicious friction of thrusting into it as she worked Lisle's vagina hard with her thrusts.<br><br>"Now you know, Lisle kitty," Gerlinde purred, her lips shiny moist, her chest massaging Lisle's, her cock churning Lisle inside.&nbsp; She was fucking the core of Lisle's being, she thought; changing her essence with each thrust, stroking it with her cock head to make it cling with learning.&nbsp; "You know why you make all that cream.&nbsp; Cream is to let me inside.&nbsp; You need me inside.&nbsp; And you make more cream than anyone - than anyone.&nbsp; You need it more than anyone."<br><br>Gerlinde's hand slipped from Lisle's face to cradle her.&nbsp; She lifted Lisle off the bed in a lover's embrace; lifted her firmer onto the angle of Gerlinde's thrusts.&nbsp; She cradled her and thought of spending, spending in Lisle's pussy, up into Lisle's belly, while their eyes and breasts were joined.&nbsp; But not yet, she told herself, panting faster.&nbsp; Not yet.&nbsp; <br><br>She needed more of this too.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 16:10:11</strong>
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				Lisle was almost boneless as she was lifted.&nbsp; Boneless, but not limp - not unresponsive.&nbsp; A vowel born from the pressure and friction sang through her throat and her muscles tensed to hold onto the only supports that she had - Gerlinde's waist and cock.&nbsp; Her breasts throbbed as they were rubbed by Gerlinde's, their nipples now as stiff as the lance of her clitoris between them.&nbsp; <br><br>She felt as thin and fragile as a piece of paper, spread thinly around and against the other woman.&nbsp; Ironically, the same image of a match crossed her mind, only it was a sturdy wooden match, rubbing against the touch-paper of her inner walls.&nbsp; The aroma of sex - her own scent and Gerlinde's mingling - was the smoke as the conflagration prepared to ignite and consume her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 17:01:31</strong>
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				With Lisle cradled, Gerlinde felt a certain sacred calm wash through her.&nbsp; She gazed into the green of Lisle kitty's eyes and thought on religious icons.&nbsp; The bestial component of sex took on an intensity that transcended just flesh pumping into flesh.&nbsp; Gerlinde felt like she was inflicting some grand ecstasy on Lisle puss - that Lisle was a blazing thing, a thing purely of heat and stretching and wet, that she cultivated and conducted with the motion of her penis in Lisle's core.&nbsp; <br><br>Flesh roared in angry red throats to drive that heat, that stretching, that wet to an explosive end.&nbsp; And that was good - that was a strong, right feeling.&nbsp; But this new character to their coupling demanded that Gerlinde tend what she was inciting.&nbsp; Gerlinde's clinical mind labeled this sensation in its vast totality - gave it an identity:&nbsp; Possession.<br><br>She possessed Lisle.&nbsp; And now Gerlinde felt a fulcrum behind the balance between cruelty and kindness that she'd felt swaying so dramatically since she first laid hands on the bare girl and resolved to make her a kitty: That balance was Gerlinde's desire - not just a doctor of the Reich's, not just the serious and careful girl Gerlinde had been - Gerlinde's desire, a synthesis of both.<br><br>And so Gerlinde shoved up and down, pistoning slow and hard into Lisle puss' pussy, because that was what Gerlinde's cock needed to do.&nbsp; And Gerlinde's hand pet Lisle's breast with her own, and Gerlinde's arm cradled her like Lisle puss was her most precious possession, because that was what Gerlinde's heart needed to do.&nbsp; <br><br>And Gerlinde's mind looked into Lisle puss' eyes and spoke.&nbsp; "Sweet Lisle kitty," she called her, the wet of her breath putting sugar on the face inches away.&nbsp; She took some of it back with a kiss of Lisle's mouth.&nbsp; "So precious.&nbsp; So good."<br><br>She laid Lisle back, spreading her like an image painted on silk.&nbsp; Still raised upright over Lisle, Gerlinde stroked her hips faster in and out of Lisle's body.&nbsp; Her penis drank in the champagne froth of friction that seemed to be all that Lisle's lower body was.&nbsp; Lisle was stuffed with friction.&nbsp; Gerlinde hissed from the tightness and looked down, watching Lisle's long clitoris flap like a dumb and needy tongue against Gerlinde's bare lower belly, watching the labia tug in and out around the uneven girth of her shaft.<br><br>Her eyes flashed; she showed them to Lisle pussy, reaching down to grasp and circle a breast.&nbsp; It came to Gerlinde that Lisle's clinging pussy was like one of the Chinese finger traps that Gerlinde so adored as a child.&nbsp; The more Gerlinde's hips wrenched back, the tighter Lisle's sheath fastened.&nbsp; The more she pushed in, the more Lisle yielded.&nbsp; <br><br>Gerlinde told her.&nbsp; "Your pussy's so hot and pleasingly tight, Lisle kitty.&nbsp; It's so good.&nbsp; You please me so well with it."<br><br>The words poured out between the thrusts:&nbsp; Commands.&nbsp; Possessions.&nbsp; "A good kitty...shows her need...You can make me...so happy...if you...come up to me...later and...rub this...needy, creamy pussy...against me...show me..."<br><br>Fever hit Gerlinde's cheeks in a slap.&nbsp; There would be no holding back now.&nbsp; Her hips entered a frenzied ecstasy of thrusting, pounding into Lisle.&nbsp; Gerlinde reached down and gathered Lisle back up to her breast.&nbsp; <br><br>Her hand placed Lisle's face against her left breast's aching cushion.&nbsp; Fingers guided Lisle's mouth to her nipple.&nbsp; That nipple was hard as her penis - as ready to burst - as desperate for stimulation.&nbsp; Gazing down, Gerlinde managed to gasp out the last.<br><br>"...how much you...need me...inside...show me..." She told the green eyes.&nbsp; "Rub against me...show me...I'll...take care...of you...inside..."<br><br>Gerlinde's penis bucked, bloated, and readied to spend.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 17:18:16</strong>
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				Commands filtered in through the smoke.&nbsp; Commands and pressure, some soft and yielding, some strong and stiff.&nbsp; Unspoken, but still prominent in Lisle's mind:&nbsp; <em>Obey</em>.<br><br>And so, Lisle rubbed.&nbsp; Her hips arched against the pistoning shaft that impaled her.&nbsp; Her cheek nuzzled against the soft pillow that it was held to.&nbsp; A half-formed memory even drove her to dab little tongue-prints on the warm flesh directly in front of her.<br><br>And now, the refrain was nothing more than a thought pounding deep into her brain as her voice was reduced to wordless vowels, broken by the ceaseless rhythm of this 'indoctrination'.&nbsp; Lisle rubbed and clung and licked, feeling the fire catch and flare through her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 17:37:34</strong>
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				Gerlinde's world becomes a closely held space of flashes.&nbsp; In her arms.&nbsp; Seamless about her penis.&nbsp; Filling her eyes.<br><br>Sensations in flashes:&nbsp; Phosphorescent glimmer shifting in deep, green pools.&nbsp; Scintillas of contact where Lisle's navel dragged its shy lip on her belly.&nbsp; Newborn paws on her thrumming ribs.&nbsp; Sniffs of breath pinching her breast's gloss into Lisle's nose.&nbsp; Hair caressing the back of her grasping hand.&nbsp; Balls ripe and big like unpinned grenades.&nbsp; Thigh kissing moist thigh.&nbsp; Messy slaps of Lisle's trapped clitoris twisting on her tummy.&nbsp; Satiny lashing making her nipple's tender bud dance near Lisle's teeth.&nbsp; Sweat roaming her back, roaming her kitty's body.&nbsp; Breath everywhere.&nbsp; And the bulge of her penis implanted in Lisle, pressing what felt to be the soft, rolling nuzzle of her heart.<br><br>Emotions in flashes:&nbsp; How sweet Lisle puss was.&nbsp; How obedient.&nbsp; How she learned.&nbsp; How she looked up.&nbsp; How she licked.&nbsp; Joy in its many shades.&nbsp; A deeper boil of some inchoate feeling.&nbsp; A rush of lust that climbed and climbed until Gerlinde thought it mounted heaven.<br><br>Then flashes coalesced, forming around the rubbing of her penis.&nbsp; Everything there blazed:&nbsp; The suckle of Lisle kitty's labia running their tight mouth around her prostate's bed; the fluttering clamping down around her shaft's veins; the grasp of Lisle's muscles holding her glans so hard and then yielding only to grasp again; the denting of Lisle's cervix in soft, sublime affirmation, kneading her cock's tip.<br><br>That roared.&nbsp; That grabbed Gerlinde and made her shake.&nbsp; She grabbed Lisle kitty harder, fusing them together as a storm hit her and made her back whip wildly.<br><br>"Lisle kitty!" Gerlinde cried to the eyes below, to the pussy suckling her penis, to all she held.&nbsp; Thoughts that the exclamation was shamefully cute would come later.&nbsp; Now, the words were a statement of the sacred.<br><br>They were followed by a burst, an exclamation of seed from Gerlinde's flesh into Lisle's - from the churning clench of her testicles, through her shocking prostate, through her bucking cock and into Lisle.&nbsp; Gerlinde felt Lisle kitty's vagina to be a seamless seethe of heat, but her semen felt hotter coming out.&nbsp; It exploded into Lisle.&nbsp; Shot upon shot stuffed into the tight space, carving out its own tighter spaces.&nbsp; And Gerlinde pushed only deeper in her thrashing, seeking to fill Lisle kitty until she spilled over.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 18:36:26</strong>
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				The gushing inside her was like gasoline being poured over the flare.&nbsp; Lisle cried out, high and tight as her clutching was multiplied ten-fold.&nbsp; Her paws flexed, as did her distorted feet, curling and clutching in their own ways.&nbsp; More important was the clutching inside, gripping strongly around the impossible width of Gerlinde's shaft as if swallowing the semen flowing into her.<br><br>It seemed endless.<br><br>Eventually, though, the dizziness started to fade and Lisle found herself curled into the doctor's arms, slowly realizing what had just happened, and what would continue to happen.&nbsp; She slowly started to stir, trying to ease her legs into a more comfortable position.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 20:09:55</strong>
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				As Gerlinde's own ecstasy smoldered down, her body was left trembling.&nbsp; The moments before had been consumed with the bone-shaking ejection of a tremendous volume of semen into Lisle kitty's insides.&nbsp; The sensation of Lisle's own climax, drawing so fiercely - so eagerly; so needy - on that seed had made the burst of pleasure annihilating.&nbsp; Descending from that was like coalescing from embers.<br><br>Gerlinde remained on fire.&nbsp; Her skin was still singed with sensitivity and her slender flesh was wracked with shudders.&nbsp; But at the heart of the feeling was a calm glow.&nbsp; It made her breath come languid and easy from her parted lips - rushes of tropical air rather than shots of steam.<br><br>Savoring that glow, Gerlinde tilted to let Lisle kitty settle more comfortably.&nbsp; As she did, her hand left Lisle's side to draw the sheets over them.&nbsp; Her penis remained embedded up to its plugging hilt in Lisle's body; still as rigid as before.&nbsp; Though she was fiercely hard, Gerlinde felt none of the anxious sensitivity rushing on the surface of her sex.&nbsp; There was only a branch-like thickness, a sensation of being stuffed with pleasant, tingling bruises, and the reassuring feel of mass.<br><br>That mass stayed settled in Lisle as Gerlinde lay on her kitty.&nbsp; She smiled and snuggled.&nbsp; It was then that a worrying darkness worked its way into the rim of her glowing pleasure.<br><br>What now?&nbsp; The darkness asked.&nbsp; What of the days to come?&nbsp; What of Lisle's ultimate fate?&nbsp; Gerlinde snuffed the thought immediately, pinched away the worry before it could enter her eyes.<br><br>She only cared for what the hours ahead would bring.&nbsp; Gerlinde's only interest was in venerating them.&nbsp; Her hand fondled Lisle kitty's bottom and cupped her face.&nbsp; She knew what the hours ahead would bring.&nbsp; More of this.&nbsp; That was all Gerlinde cared for.<br><br>Leaning her weight into Lisle, keeping the hysterically beating sliver of Lisle kitty's clitoris crushed tight to the beat of her own belly, Gerlinde kissed her.&nbsp; The kiss ended in a sweet smile.&nbsp; She traced the edge of one gazing green eye.<br><br>"You alright, Lisle kitty?&nbsp; Still good?"&nbsp; Her arms squeezed Lisle tight as though to provide the answer, but her sharp stare cut for the truth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 21:11:50</strong>
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				Lisle remembered.&nbsp; She remembered being held by her lover the day before his fateful run, after a passionate session of making love.&nbsp; It was the only thing she could compare this to, but the differences were glaring.&nbsp; There had been an easing after the explosion that time, as if both of them had melted in the aftermath.&nbsp; Gerlinde didn't melt.&nbsp; She had felt as though they had consummated a bond back then - here, the only bond would be that of servitude.&nbsp; Back then, her life had just been beginning, and now...<br><br>Now, her arms were drawn up to her chest, the two useless paws partly folded over each other.&nbsp; Now, she looked into eyes like twin glaciers that gave the lie to the smile beneath them.&nbsp; Now, a fingerlength of sensitive flesh was keeping her from fully descending from that level of arousal.<br><br>"I'm - alright, Gerlinde," she replied quietly.&nbsp; "Just - a little overwhelmed."&nbsp; It was the safest way to explain it, even as mingled seed and cream seeped into the barest of spaces where Lisle ended and Gerlinde began.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>17-02-2009, 21:40:51</strong>
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				There is much Gerlinde can see in Lisle's eyes:&nbsp; Passion.&nbsp; Afterglow.&nbsp; A quaking, leaping arousal that kept her from entirely settling.&nbsp; These things, Gerlinde glows in kind to see.&nbsp; But Gerlinde does not need to look deep to see something that puts a fish hook in her prostate on a line long and hard up to her brain, and tugs.&nbsp; She sees distance - the distance of memory.<br><br>It immediately brought a bitter taste to her mouth; mades her aware of the dingier, sour components of the taste of sex that the both of them are sauced so heavily in.&nbsp; Her lips twitched before they could fall from their serene and sultry smile into a scarred frown.&nbsp; She hid the displeasure - more for Lisle kitty's sake than for hers.&nbsp; <br><br>Gerlinde inhaled deep to clear her palate of that bitterness.&nbsp; Her breasts rubbed in generous, tingling languor on Lisle's, sopping up the kitty's heartbeat.&nbsp; The feeling was ill-received; it made Gerlinde now feel spiteful.&nbsp; She chastened herself while quietly stroking Lisle puss' hair:&nbsp; <br><br>What did she expect?&nbsp; That the girl would see her as some lovely port in a storm?&nbsp; That Lisle would embrace her as preciously as she embraced the singularly soft mote that Lisle was?&nbsp; She had been deluding herself: She <em>was </em>the storm.&nbsp; There was nothing soft here.&nbsp; Nothing precious.&nbsp; Just passion and death - just fire and ash.&nbsp; The Stalag was not an artist's kiln.&nbsp; It was a crematorium.<br><br>"Me too."&nbsp; The smile she showed was too raw and all too brief.&nbsp; A sickness slithered through her narrow belly like a pit viper, fat and poisonous.&nbsp; She continued stroking Lisle's hair, continued to rock her hips in a restless listing motion that kept the bar of her penis stretching Lisle's interior hard and wide, but she leaned a bit away from the press of their breasts - from that all-too-present heartbeat.&nbsp; She looked down, finding something else to look at beside Lisle's face, but not before her eyes moistened fit to spill over.<br><br>Ho hum, Gerlinde repeated to herself - a line from the books of one of the few American authors she had read devotedly: Kurt Vonnegut.&nbsp; Ho hum.&nbsp; So it goes.&nbsp; Life was a series of accidents.<br><br>All the same, Gerlinde looked down to see her penis still buried happily in Lisle's vagina, like a Roman column inside a tiny, blushing bloom.<br><br>"Very overwhelmed."&nbsp; She looked away; looked up.&nbsp; There, on her head, she noticed her SS cap still perched, its black bill glossy as the claw of a raven.&nbsp; Just seeing it put a rippling pulse charging from her leaking balls, rustling the washer of her prostate and thundering up her cock.&nbsp; She pulled the cap off and tossed it aside.&nbsp; She no more wanted to wear it than she wanted to look back into Lisle's eyes.<br><br>Pretending for a moment that the girl was not fused against her, Gerlinde let her expression settle to a wan, white sobriety and held her eyes open in hope that they would soon dry on their own.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 07:11:56</strong>
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				The settling of Gerlinde's features proved what Lisle had forgotten for that brief moment.&nbsp; She was just being prepared.&nbsp; She was what the guards called 'raw material'.&nbsp; If not for some twist of fate, some other girl would be in this exact position, being told what a good little kitty she was.<br><br>She, too, glanced down at the narrow parting between their bodies.&nbsp; She could see and feel the thick prong that had her hooked as neatly as a fish on a gaffe.&nbsp; She would learn - she would obey - or she would die.&nbsp; It was as simple as that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 14:45:15</strong>
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				She seethed at herself. A grain of rage grew in Gerlinde: The kind of rage that only true self-loathing – not just contempt, but furious, gnashing psychic cannibalism – can inspire.&nbsp; <br><br>Insults splashed about in her brain like sprays of piss: Stupid.&nbsp; Soft.&nbsp; Weak.&nbsp; Clingy.&nbsp; Feeble.&nbsp; Blind.&nbsp; Self-deluded.&nbsp; Gerlinde was slow in shutting off the faucet of that venom.&nbsp; She wanted to feel it at the back of her throat; wanted to be soaked through, stung with it – stung such that she’d remember.<br><br>The problem, she reasoned while petting Lisle’s face, was not that she had indulged in adoring Lisle.&nbsp; The problem was that she had craved some measure of adoration in return – craved it unbidden, unforced.&nbsp; She had wanted to see some reflection of her own emotional tenderness – weakness, Gerlinde corrected herself – in Lisle.&nbsp; It came down to that; that fundamental lack of power:<br><br>She had let herself, just for an instant, develop an appetite for something she could not snatch up.<br><br>Gerlinde inhaled, settling back, pulling from Lisle kitty’s pussy.&nbsp; The extraction was like drawing a lead pipe from damp saran.&nbsp; The sensation was more than elastic.&nbsp; It was a graft sliding lose.&nbsp; She popped free to find her penis so rigid it stood in a high curve up her body, standing accusatory and sheathed in floods of fragrant slick.<br><br>With a glance down, she studied it.&nbsp; Apparently her flesh relished her misery.&nbsp; Well, it would have more – fistfuls more; feasts.&nbsp; Hers and everyone else’s.&nbsp; Gerlinde’s arctic eyes floated over to sear in chill settling on Lisle puss.<br><br>Bitch, Gerlinde thought.&nbsp; Fucking whore.&nbsp; Pathetic, fucking, lying whore.&nbsp; Lisle, Gerlinde reasoned to herself, was supple enough stock, but the kind of flexibility that existed to be used – that bent because she had to; because flesh was meant to bend.&nbsp; That was all the girl was: Dumb flesh.&nbsp; Rohstoffe.&nbsp; <br><br>Gerlinde’s lips curled down; satin in the shape of an imperial eagle.&nbsp; She glanced at her cock.&nbsp; Some flesh was not meant to bend.&nbsp; And that was why she was here, of course.&nbsp; That was what they had told her.&nbsp; She had new purpose for the Reich: To be its awl.&nbsp; Its scalpel.&nbsp; Its sound.&nbsp; Its hard unblinking eye.&nbsp; Its cock.<br><br>She drove her glare back into Lisle.&nbsp; Ideas were happening dark and hard and fast inside Gerlinde’s head now: Stapling fur to that sleek, flexile body.&nbsp; Removing her tongue with pliers and fusing a dumb piece of velvet in its place.&nbsp; Slitting Lisle kitty’s green eye while they both looked into a mirror, to see what color they leaked out.<br><br>It was thoughts of the green eyes that brought her temper down.&nbsp; Gerlinde calmly reached down and fetched up her SS cap, perching it on her head.&nbsp; She picked up a short horsewhip she kept tilted by her nightstand as well.&nbsp; Her eyes scanned over Lisle kitty’s damp and blushing bareness with a new, rough appetite.<br><br>No, Gerlinde thought, it was no mortal sin that she had laid herself vulnerable.&nbsp; The power was still hers.&nbsp; That meant adoring Lisle– as with slicing, shaping, inspiring her – was still in her power.&nbsp; So long as she did not give away the power by needing to be adored back.&nbsp; Gerlinde would allow herself to be pleased by Lisle kitty’s pleasure.<br><br>But now Gerlinde hurt.&nbsp; So she would make Lisle puss hurt too.<br><br>Gerlinde laid the riding crop across her, in the crook of cock and belly, stiff leather taking on wet there.&nbsp; She broke the long silence.<br><br>“On all fours now.&nbsp; Up on those pretty kitty legs.&nbsp; Then turn around and get your haunches high and spread.”&nbsp; Gerlinde spoke in a voice she’d not yet used – emotionless and cold as the slide of a scalpel through living fat.&nbsp; “I want to see that swollen thing of yours hanging down.&nbsp; Make quick work of it.&nbsp; Otherwise, I will be using this on your mouth and eyes.”<br><br>A hollow pain opened below her breastbone.&nbsp; Gerlinde ignored it.&nbsp; She fingered the horsewhip’s hilt.<br><br>“I am going to teach you something else you need to get used to.”<br><br>And Gerlinde almost smiled, despite the ice excavating her chest.&nbsp; Lisle puss had no idea what would happen to her for the next half hour.&nbsp; <br><br>Things felt like they were again as they should be.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 15:54:26</strong>
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				Lisle groaned as she was emptied - it felt as though her insides were being pulled out along with Gerlinde's cock.&nbsp; She was still panting with reaction when the crop flashed down.<br><br>She yelped with the sudden shift in mood.&nbsp; Had it been wrong to be even that open?&nbsp; Would it have been better to deny everything and snuggle up as though she hadn't just been forced into her current position?&nbsp; She scrambled to avoid another such strike, rolling over and starting to get to her hands and knees.<br><br>That was when the true impact of the surgery to her legs hit her.&nbsp; Getting to her knees didn't bring her to quite the position that Gerlinde was demanding.&nbsp; As she fearfully attempted to comply, she found that her feet fell into a disturbingly natural posture, pivoting easily into a tiptoe pose beneath her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 17:39:57</strong>
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				A fine, bright line of humor sketched itself on the bleak surface of Gerlinde's mood as she saw Lisle maneuver so capably into position - so naturally.&nbsp; It was good to see her work in all its living symmetry; to see how the abstract schemes of her mind could be manifest in the reflexive flow of newly shaped muscles into a posture that felt the opposite of how alien it was.&nbsp; Gerlinde's hand, her thoughts and care, had changed Lisle into a new form.&nbsp; <br><br>The rush of power was undeniable.&nbsp; A crescent of tingling, hard and white as bone, swept from her prostate to swell her penis to an indulgent heave.<br><br>She considered complimenting Lisle puss on her alacrity.&nbsp; But no, the time for sweetness had passed.&nbsp; There was no way to caress her way through the tumult of scar tissue that had formed about Lisle's heart and mind.&nbsp; It had to be cut through.<br><br>"Don't you just look lovely.&nbsp; Shockingly so.&nbsp; Get that bottom churning.&nbsp; Keep it that way."&nbsp; Gerlinde's voice was sharp as she spoke, sliding from the bed and sauntering into the kitchen.&nbsp; Her lips' curve gouged down; there had been a wet quaver in her tone - a sadness that was as obvious as a tear on her cheek.&nbsp; <br><br>She stomped harder as she made her way to her front door, chastening herself.&nbsp; Now was not the time for wetness and quaking and warmth.&nbsp; Those were dangerous qualities in a place so devoted to function as the Stalag.&nbsp; Actions had to operate like cell doors, emotions had to be arranged like lines of inmates.&nbsp; Anything extraneous was to be discarded.&nbsp; <br><br>This was because the Stalag was a machine.&nbsp; And machines, Gerlinde knew, were built of hard parts, machined hard to fit together in rapid, precise function.&nbsp; She unwrapped the package by her door and took the objects within it out of their box.&nbsp; Boxes, she reflected, were not made of wet clay.&nbsp; One did not make cars out of wool.&nbsp; Taffy made for a poor scalpel.&nbsp; And that was just what Gerlinde's heart felt like, tumbling in a tantrum in her achy chest:&nbsp; A machine of taffy.&nbsp; Salt water taffy.&nbsp; The kind that tasted like tears.<br><br>Gerlinde returned to the bed and slid onto it sitting down.&nbsp; She placed the box's contents out by her thigh, out of Lisle's sight, and squeezed the odorless mentholated lubricant on her hands.&nbsp; Rubbing them briskly, she reached out to between Lisle's kitty's legs.<br><br>"Nice and steady now, Lisle puss.&nbsp; We need to get you used to being decorated like the pretty kitty you are."<br><br><em>Like the bad kitty you are</em>, Gerlinde thought sourly.&nbsp; All the same, her rage at herself and for Lisle pussy was beginning to fade.&nbsp; Her lubricated hands cradled the stalactite of Lisle puss' clitoris, rubbing in the menthol lotion with deliberate pumping motions.&nbsp; What Lisle was about to learn, Gerlinde would teach her without acrimony.&nbsp; She would do so cruelly, yes.&nbsp; But then, that was part of the lesson.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 18:28:44</strong>
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				Without the distinctive scent, Lisle was unprepared for the sensation of the menthol on moist membranes.&nbsp; One moment, she was awkwardly and self-consciously 'churning her bottom', and the next instant brought a sharp burn that was hard to define as either cold or hot.&nbsp; Her eyes went wide, and her hips lifted even further, trying to escape the stimulation that clung to her lengthened clitoris like a second skin.<br><br>Tears formed, and her throat, suddenly tight, could only forced out a high-pitched whimper of reaction.&nbsp; It was too bizarre a sensation to be classed as 'pain', no matter how much discomfort she was in.&nbsp; At the same time, she ducked her head to look back at what could possibly be causing it.<br><br>Naturally, she saw nothing.&nbsp; The lubricant had been absorbed into the glistening skin of her clit.&nbsp; What she did see were her surrealistically mutilated legs, as clean as if they had come from the womb in that form, moving as naturally as if she'd had them from birth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 19:11:21</strong>
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				Lisle's whimper is music to Gerlinde's ears.&nbsp; It's a yielding, fine, excited sound.&nbsp; It means what she's doing is working.&nbsp; It means Lisle is changing more - learning more.&nbsp; Gerlinde's hands tucked a bit tighter about the tense wax of Lisle's depending clitoris.<br><br>"You can cry, Lisle kitty." Gerlinde remarked smoothly, picking up one of the objects beside her.&nbsp; Her other hand kept rubbing the menthol-coated expansion of Lisle's clitoris.&nbsp; "You might not expect much mercy around here, but sometimes it helps.&nbsp; <br><br>"And I care."&nbsp; She added, albeit bleakly.&nbsp; Her hand raised to rub Lisle kitty's bottom, while the other brought the object up to fit onto that dangling, tingling bit of flesh:<br><br>The object was a soft, expandable leather sheath.&nbsp; Little grains of iron inside could be made to move by remote, tingling and rubbing.&nbsp; The sheath had to be screwed gently onto Lisle's clitoris, but the swelling within it found the leather to have a yield to it.&nbsp; Gerlinde sealed it with a pinch of the open end around the base of Lisle's flesh.&nbsp; The other end had a round little cat bell dangling from it, chiming happily with each tremor.<br><br>"There now.&nbsp; Off the bed.&nbsp; We're going to practice walking, then take you to relieve yourself."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 19:57:33</strong>
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				Lisle got off of the bed the way she was used to.&nbsp; Her new limbs didn't support her for very long, however.&nbsp; Her center of balance was completely different, for one thing, and the tiptoe posture was hard to adapt to.&nbsp; Soon she pitched forward into the same position she'd assumed on the bed, the bell jingling madly as the sheath added new torment to her menthol-slicked clitoris.<br><br>"I - I can't walk like this," she said, tears starting to spill despite her best efforts.&nbsp; "I can't even stand up any more!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 20:10:50</strong>
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				Lisle's toppling inspires an instant of sympathy from Gerlinde - a yearning to reach out and catch her.&nbsp; It's only an instant, though.&nbsp; Then the cool resolve to let Lisle kitty make her own mistakes clenches down.&nbsp; Gerlinde was still feeling as irritable as a briar patch - nettle mean and achy.&nbsp; That her fingers felt somewhat stiff as they clutched the riding crop only made her the more aggravated.&nbsp; <br><br>She stalked to stand by Lisle.&nbsp; A moment was spent admiring the feline beauty quivering at her feet.&nbsp; The sight of Lisle's legs was a delicious triumph every time - each glance a bite of almond roca.&nbsp; The parallel made Gerlinde's stomach grumble.&nbsp; Eating would have to be seen to, and soon.&nbsp; That meant kitty better learn quick.<br><br>She stroked the flap at the top of the crop over the ripe rise of Lisle puss' rump.&nbsp; Gerlinde hoped the leather tip added a piquancy to the sensation surely surging up from that clinging sheath.&nbsp; Her reply flowed as elegantly as the stroking, which wandered Lisle's lower back before dipping to stroke her malformed legs.<br><br>"No.&nbsp; You can't."&nbsp; Gerlinde said.&nbsp; Her penis, beginning to settle, ballooned back to lividly dark life.&nbsp; "Could a kitty?&nbsp; No.&nbsp; So neither can you."<br><br>Her jaw lifted.&nbsp; Gerlinde admitted she was enjoying this - seeing the girl suffer like the pliant, miserable thing she had shown herself to be.&nbsp; Lisle had to learn quickly.&nbsp; Her body moved in new ways now.&nbsp; So did her soul.&nbsp; It was please or be punished, and just like Lisle would discover a new balance infusing her frame, she would have to adapt to the new balance of how to win the favor of her owners.&nbsp; <br><br>She showed Lisle kitty a much different face than the one that had shone down at her during their recent coupling:&nbsp; Imperious and vividly hurt.&nbsp; Gerlinde was in no mood to keep her tenderness to herself.&nbsp; It was part of the teaching, she rationalized.&nbsp; Not indulgence.&nbsp; Not moodiness.&nbsp; Not premenstrual syndrome.&nbsp; No.<br><br>She was here to teach.&nbsp; She swatted Lisle's bottom.<br><br>"But kitties walk in kitty ways.&nbsp; Your body knows how.&nbsp; Follow it."&nbsp; The crop's tip sent the sheath swinging, the bell chiming in alarm.&nbsp; "And get those hips moving.&nbsp; You need to look sensual when you walk.&nbsp; The walk needs to please, and what you're feeling between your legs knows how to make it look pleasing."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 21:07:51</strong>
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				The tears flowed more freely as Lisle heard that her inability to walk was intentional and permanent.&nbsp; Even if there had been hope of rescue, it would have been squelched by the fact that there could be no recovery from this surgery.&nbsp; <br><br>She felt the throbbing between her legs answer the kisses of the crop - both the tender stroking and the harsh strikes.&nbsp; When the slender cane tapped the leather sheath itself, her silent tears got choked into a sob.&nbsp; Clumsily, she started moving.&nbsp; It didn't come at all naturally - most of it was moving an arm to prevent herself from falling forward, or a leg to draw away from the threat of the crop.&nbsp; It was a little better than a child's first steps, made slightly more stable by having four limbs to support her, rather than two.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 21:45:57</strong>
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				As Lisle puss took her first steps with new legs, Gerlinde conducted her with sensuous caresses and swift snaps of the crop.&nbsp; A stumble would earn Lisle a smack on her rump.&nbsp; A particularly sound step brought a lick of the crop's flap on her breast's side or on the shy rosette of her anus.&nbsp; And when Lisle walked elegantly - performed a markedly serpentine shuffle or took a step that made her bottom sway - Gerlinde made the tongue of the crop lap wantonly at the pucker of Lisle kitty's bottom and the seeping slice below.<br><br>She walked Lisle in circles around the foot of the bed, keeping the crop moving from flank to flank to give Lisle kitty a course to follow.&nbsp; Then they strolled through the front room with its suede couch and television and perennial garden, then through the linoleum kitchen, then back to the bedroom.<br><br>Throughout, the jingle of Lisle pussy's cat bell resounded.&nbsp; It signaled the shivering of the clasping sheath that grabbed and gnawed at every pulse that bloated Lisle puss' clitoris.&nbsp; <br><br>Gerlinde's mind bubbled like pink champagne with the sound.&nbsp; Imaginings frothed in her - her penis throbbed long and straight before her with them; her sex slicked near to drooling below the growing weight of her balls, the petals sliding oiled against one another.&nbsp; <br><br>jingle jingle jingle<br><br>"Good, kitty.&nbsp; I know it is hard.&nbsp; You're learning, though."&nbsp; Gerlinde imagined the crystalline tones as bright, sharp motes of menthol, grinding their icy teeth into Lisle's clitoris.<br><br>jingle jingle jingle<br><br>"No, kitty.&nbsp; Bad.&nbsp; Move your bottom more, side to side and around and around."&nbsp; Gerlinde saw the nerves of Lisle puss' clitoris filling like balloons with bright color, twitching rubbery with helium feeling.<br><br>jingle jingle jingle<br><br>"Good, kitty.&nbsp; Nice and sexy."&nbsp; Gerlinde's cock was heaving now, a fat red arm reaching into the air, as she thought of Lisle kitty's clitoris swelling against the sheath and feeling the sheath bite back.<br><br>jingle jingle jingle<br><br>"See the couch?&nbsp; Go over to the edge of it.&nbsp; Put your pussy there and rub."&nbsp; Gerlinde had to hiss it out; her body was nearly cracking open with steam.&nbsp; "I want to hear you purring when you do."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 01:03:33</strong>
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				Lisle tottered through the first part of her lesson, swayed through the middle, and by the end her flanks had felt equal shares of swats and soothing.&nbsp; Some of her successes were accidental - a misstep that led to recovery in serendipitous elegance, a sway that got properly redirected by the sheath's tingling pressure.&nbsp; Now she was instructed to rub against a piece of furniture - and purr.<br><br>Desperate to avoid further whipping, she made an attempt at it.&nbsp; It took her a bit of thought to figure out how to get her sex against the couch, then a little more adjustment to keep the pressure of the sheath on her clitoris from being compounded by the rubbing.&nbsp; Purring was actually the easy part of it.&nbsp; While she didn't have the unique vocal cords of a cat, she was able to position her tongue behind her teeth and trill it in a fair imitation.<br><br>"R-r-r-r-r-r... r-r-r-r-r-r... r-r-r-r-r-r"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 01:51:45</strong>
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				The lesson, Gerlinde resolved, had been a success.&nbsp; Lisle puss' walk was still a series of lovely accidents, but Gerlinde was positive she had applied the proper approval and censure to give the burgeoning kitty a sense of proper pacing.&nbsp; <br><br>Each swing of Lisle's hips had been measured.&nbsp; The adequately ripe, aroused rolls were licked to buzzing with the soft stroking of the crop.&nbsp; Any sign of shyness, staggering or halting was stamped 'wrong' with a swat.&nbsp; Soon a certain fluidity began to move through the able kitty.&nbsp; Lisle pussy was learning.&nbsp; She was not an expert yet - not by long - but she knew how to be.<br><br>And Gerlinde, having taught her, felt a certain shimmer of pride soften the stiffness inside her.&nbsp; Her sensitized nudity flushed a bit to feel it.&nbsp; It was a palpable delight, one that lounged in her heavy breasts, painting their aureole with dark daubs of color; that smeared the inner membranes of her tender vagina with glaze; that made her breath feel like singing.&nbsp; And when Lisle kitty finally set her sex's vulnerable slice against the suede couch's hard edge, and began to rub and purr, Gerlinde felt her pulse pick up the rumbling tune.<br><br>The discomfort wracking her eased - the smolder of rage she had felt subsided.&nbsp; A mellow clarity washed through her, and Gerlinde found herself thinking of the tepid rains that rinsed Munich's messy face clean of winter come April.&nbsp; She had always loved that time of the year - a season for rubbing the toes through flower patches and dreaming about the onrushing liberty of summer - and its sentiment suffused her now.&nbsp; That was a season for watching things bloom. <br><br>Lisle pussy, under Gerlinde's careful cultivation, was blooming too.&nbsp; Like the flowers she kept by the sill, whose bright colors she rewarded with liberal spritzing, Lisle kitty needed to be teased and tended into showing her lovely hues.&nbsp; She had to be rewarded in soft ways.<br><br>Enough of the lash for now, Gerlinde thought.&nbsp; She laid it against the bare white of her thigh and crouched on the balls of her feet before Lisle kitty.&nbsp; Under the black crest of her SS cap, Gerlinde's face was the bright welcome of new snow seen through warm glass.&nbsp; Her penis aligned with the axis of Lisle kitty's body, presenting its purple, fragrantly glazed head in wide offering to the kitty's face.&nbsp; <br><br>In one hand, she gathered the side of that face; she rubbed it in time with Lisle kitty's rubbing of the couch.&nbsp; Her other hand, Gerlinde slid under the tremulous bend of Lisle puss', fetching her jingling clitoris in its translucently sensitive sheath.&nbsp; She soaked in the purr.&nbsp; She filled the green pools before her.&nbsp; And with tender care and inevitable force, she moved the belled prong of Lisle pussy's clitoris until its coil fit against the couch, trapped in the rubbing envelope of that moist, spread vagina.<br><br>Gerlinde inhaled, smelling that vagina, ripe with its musky tang.&nbsp; She made a point of inhaling deep and loud, so that Lisle kitty knew.&nbsp; Her eyes flashed as she emitted a low sound of savor.&nbsp; A bead of pre-seminal fluid pushed laboriously through the slit of her glans before Lisle kitty's face like a pearl of reward.<br><br>"Lovely, Lisle kitty."&nbsp; Gerlinde said.&nbsp; "You have a lovely, lovely purr.&nbsp; It's like perfume and incense smoke, kitty.&nbsp; Like honey on bare skin.&nbsp; A bit more work, and it will be perfect."<br><br>Gerlinde's own bare skin blushed.&nbsp; "Keep making it.&nbsp; Keep rubbing.&nbsp; Until you cry and make cream."<br><br>And for a moment, Gerlinde just let the purring pervade her, savoring this moment of success.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 05:38:36</strong>
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				The purr was interrupted by a gasp as pressure intensified against her trapped clitoris.&nbsp; For several minutes the purring stuttered and shame burned through Lisle as she found herself forced to masturbate against the couch.&nbsp; After that, the purring was interrupted again by the same sweet, high sound that she had made earlier - almost a kitten-like mewling - as sensation clouded rationality.&nbsp; <br><br>The interruptions came more and more frequently as her hips continued to move under the threat of the crop.&nbsp; There were tears, too, even when the reason for them had been submerged under the burning of menthol and the slow seep of cream.&nbsp; <br><br>The bell jingled wildly throughout the exercise, increasing in tempo as Lisle's movements increased, until it broke into an arrhythmic tinkling as she experienced her second climax as a cat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 06:15:20</strong>
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				Gerlinde thrilled as she listened to Lisle kitty's mewling.&nbsp; Her eyes lidded like she was the contented cat.&nbsp; Purring was nice, she thought.&nbsp; Crying had its decadent deliciousness to it.&nbsp; But <em>this </em>was <em>the </em>sound.&nbsp; This was the sound Lisle puss was meant to make.<br><br>She said as much, stroking the soft sweep of skin under Lisle's jaw with a single finger and tracing the red marks latticed like fresh velvet on Lisle's rump with the tip of the riding crop.&nbsp; Her penis had ceased to dribble after that singular, stiff bead of jellied semen.&nbsp; Its pulses now came with the smooth sweep of a rocking chair, rolling through the broad, bone hard flesh.&nbsp; It lounged, and so she lounged, speaking as though they were both at a philosophical salon together.<br><br>"My, what a noise."&nbsp; Gerlinde said, following the rise of a particularly prominent welt with the crop's flap.&nbsp; "My, how you mewl.&nbsp; This is the sound good kitties make.&nbsp; This is the sound that pleases so well.&nbsp; So you take note, Lisle puss.&nbsp; You listen to what Gerlinde tells you.&nbsp; If you are scared by the people around, or if you think they might be in a mood, or you just want to be sure - very sure - you are pleasing, you rub like this.&nbsp; You rub.&nbsp; And you make this sound."<br><br>Gerlinde frosted Lisle's face with swift, wet kisses.&nbsp; "You make this sound, this sound, this lovely mewling sound."<br><br>She traced and kissed and stroked, and Gerlinde felt something intense - a feeling that pushed at the barrow of her tightened, sensitized skin with a sublime trembling.&nbsp; It was the feeling, she thought, that the clouds must feel when watching their snowflakes fall in just the right configuration:&nbsp; The feeling of seeing something wild and delicate settle just the right way.&nbsp; "This sound.&nbsp; Yes, Lisle kitty; yes, Lisle puss, yes, yes - just like that - cry...<br><br>"Cry." Gerlinde implored Lisle.&nbsp; The plucking kisses gave it a tone of entreaty.&nbsp; The press of the crop on Lisle's rump emphasized it as command.&nbsp; "Cry and cream; good kitty.&nbsp; Good kitty."<br><br>The tinkling of the bell, muffled somewhat by the moist pocket of Lisle's convulsing vulva, crescendoed.<br><br>After a time, the kisses ceased.&nbsp; They dropped down to a fine tempo in time with the shivering bell.&nbsp; Then Gerlinde stood.&nbsp; <br><br>She gave herself a moment of majesty:&nbsp; A moment of enjoying how she must look, standing with breasts titanic and radiant with red, their peaks summit-stiff and chiseled with tension; standing with her slender form in blushing sweeps, from set shoulders under the russet mane of her hair down past hairless birthing hips and veined cock, down to her wide and shapely stance; standing like an officer above a conquest.<br><br>Which she was, Gerlinde thought.&nbsp; She looked down at Lisle with eyes sliced from the skin of summer at noon.&nbsp; She lay the warm crop along the line of her thigh.&nbsp; She parted her lips and smiled.&nbsp; <br><br>"Now that was a fine spectacle, Lisle puss."&nbsp; Gerlinde said.&nbsp; "But I want your finest yet."<br><br><em>With the exception</em>, her heart qualified with a subtle ache, <em>of how you looked at me when I was inside you.<br><br></em><br><br>"I want you to follow me with your best kitty walk.&nbsp; Your very best, most sensuous, most pleasing, most elegant kitty walk."&nbsp; Gerlinde's tone sharpened, fine as kitten teeth.&nbsp; "What errors I see, I will correct with far more violence than usual.&nbsp; I will make your body remember them, because you must remember them to survive and flourish - and I want no less for you than to have you flourish."<br><br>With that, Gerlinde strode to the other end of the Den.&nbsp; There, a vast aquarium stood next to her plants and her window.&nbsp; There were her prismatic perennials in their wide, turquoise window box.&nbsp; There, in a lush plastic garden, sheephead tropical fish swam in rainbow.&nbsp; There, her window looked out on a naked stretch of frosted yard.<br><br>And there, under the low window, sat a litter box big enough for even a Lisle kitty.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 07:22:28</strong>
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				Her legs had learned the way to walk.&nbsp; The only faltering was due to the remaining tremors as her abused sex protested moving so soon after its release.&nbsp; She would have a few additional stripes by the time that she reached the box of coarse sand, but the frequency still attested to how well Gerlinde had taught her.<br><br>When she reached the box, she looked at it with despair.&nbsp; Even in the worst of times, when she had shared a single room with ten other people hiding from the Fourth Reich, they had still managed to rig up some sort of privacy screen for the chamberpot.&nbsp; She looked from the pristine sand up at Gerlinde, dreading what command would be given next.<br><br><em>Even in my current state, I could still probably get myself up on a toilet,</em> she thought.&nbsp; <em>If it was low enough,</em> she added with a rueful expression.<br><br>It didn't help matters that the rich protein shake had worked its way rather quickly through her system.&nbsp; All the doctor needed to do was wait long enough.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 08:12:59</strong>
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				She would be first to admit it: &nbsp;Gerlinde's preening would put a polished trophy to shame as she observes Lisle puss move so sensuously - no, she thought; so <em>sexually</em>, with grinding hips and an arching rut suggested in each delicately placed step. &nbsp;She doles out punishment for the few falters - a leg too stiff, a hip's vulgar churn a bit too shy. &nbsp;She does so as severely as she promised, putting her lithe back into each swat fit to shiver Lisle puss to the pits of her bone. &nbsp;But she does so only infrequently. &nbsp;And so when Lisle kitty arrives at the litter box, Gerlinde is eager to brush her head with lavish petting.<br><br>That's comment enough, she told herself. &nbsp;Lisle kitty shouldn't expect anything more. &nbsp;She won't be getting it.<br><br>All the same, Gerlinde is too swollen with emotion to not allow a little to leak out. &nbsp;"Such a fast learner. &nbsp;Lovely kitty."<br><br>Gerlinde's penis ached like a candy about to melt with the need to slot its head in Lisle pussy's face out of reward - reward for them both.<br><br>Instead, she lingers by the window and lets her fingertips drizzle firm down Lisle kitty's hair. &nbsp;Lisle kitty felt wonderful to her - that was just the right word, "Wonderful." &nbsp;She was amazed at how soothing it was to pet Lisle kitty; how satiny Lisle kitty's hair felt; how warm her nervous scalp was to the touch. &nbsp;And those eyes...Gerlinde touched the flap of the crop to Lisle's chin to lift them to her.<br><br>Gerlinde had no notion that waiting for Lisle puss to use her box and its soft flakes was a contest of wills. &nbsp;She accepted this as a matter of course. &nbsp;There was no sense in hurrying, after all. &nbsp;Not when waiting was so exquisitely pleasant.<br><br>Instead, she pet Lisle and gazed about. &nbsp;It was the spectacle outside the window that caught her attention first: Frost gripped the barren yard, crushing every mote of life in its chill grasp and glinting with vicious possession. &nbsp;Winter was a hard, wild thing in the East. &nbsp;Everything was. &nbsp;The East made it so; some innate coldness, some emptiness to the place refined all life's aspects to a sharp edge: War. Art. Politics. Love. &nbsp;Especially love. &nbsp;The East put the edge of its cold to them and sharpened until they were lean and ravenous. &nbsp;It had no mercy. &nbsp;Only appetite.<br><br>The warmth of Gerlinde's chambers touched the glass of the window with fingers of steam, as though a child pressed in wonder against a porthole to some wondrous, hostile alien world. &nbsp;Gerlinde felt this and, stroking Lisle kitty's lustrous pate and standing flushed and erect with feeling, she was inspired to share this feeling. &nbsp;She touched the tip of the horsewhip to Lisle's chin, lifting Lisle kitty's gaze to the sight beyond the window.<br><br>"You pee when you feel you can, Lisle kitty." &nbsp;Gerlinde made her words as delicate as though they touched Lisle pussy's urethra and were coaxing her bladder to open. &nbsp;She lowered her gaze from the window to give Lisle the lodestone of her solid, celestial stare. &nbsp;"It may feel wrong, but it is not. &nbsp;It is not dirty for kitty to do. &nbsp;You need to do it. &nbsp;It will make me happy. &nbsp;Then, after, I will see you cleaned, and we can curl up on the couch to go over what you learned, and I will make you warm and calm as I can.<br><br>"It is so cold out there. &nbsp;Do you see?" Her tone sobered as she drew to the point she had always intended to make. &nbsp;As calculating as her approach to the subject had been, Gerlinde still felt emotion crack open in her chest and flood out, bringing a fresh and earnest mist to her eyes. &nbsp;Her voice was briefly rimmed with the wet in the stare she showed Lisle. &nbsp;"I am so glad you are in here, warm, and not out there. &nbsp;I know you are surely terrified. &nbsp;I know you are confused. &nbsp;But these things will pass. &nbsp;What will not change is that you will stay warm and fed. &nbsp;The thought of you being out there, alone in the cold is just...awful."<br><br>The crop's lift was replaced by the cupping of Gerlinde's hand on Lisle kitty's chin. &nbsp;"Things must hurt. &nbsp;But the worst thing in the world is to be left forever, alone in the cold."<br><br>Was that true? &nbsp;Gerlinde was not sure. &nbsp;She was too achy with intensity to doubt. &nbsp;She knew this much: &nbsp;Her body felt smooth and warm and vital. &nbsp;Her hand held Lisle kitty's beautiful face in its frame. &nbsp;Her cock was silken and fragrant; it stretched to where its tip could be kissed by Lisle kitty's breathing across the inches. &nbsp;Gerlinde and Lisle kitty were on the right side of the glass, and that was truth enough for Gerlinde.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 15:10:51</strong>
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				For a while, the tableau was as idyllic as a picture postcard.&nbsp; Lisle was looking up at Gerlinde attentively, trying to ignore the growing needs of her bladder.&nbsp; Gradually, the almost perfect pose started to crack as her legs and hips started to shift in movements familiar to anyone who had ever stood in line at a public restroom.&nbsp; She caught her lower lip between her teeth, trying to distract herself from the increasingly urgent pressure.<br><br>It was a losing battle.&nbsp; Slowly, her attention started to waver.&nbsp; More and more, it was drawn to that low box of litter.&nbsp; Was it worse to humiliate herself on the floor, or to degrade herself by climbing into the box like an animal?&nbsp; As tempting as it was to administer some revenge on the doctor that had mutilated her, it was ironically human inhibitions that spurred her into the offered tray in the nick of time.<br><br>Her face flamed as warmth flooded out of her.&nbsp; Positioning posed a bit of a problem, as she tried to make sure that she didn't soil herself worse in the process.&nbsp; The mortification was tempered by relief, however, as the strain of holding it in was abruptly lifted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 15:28:33</strong>
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				When Lisle kitty shimmied herself into position over the box, Gerlinde - ever the attentive doctor - was quick to close the distance.&nbsp; Any manner of distance Lisle puss would try to gain, Gerlinde would take from her with closeness.&nbsp; Any privacy demanding exposing.&nbsp; And any openness needed filling.<br><br>So, when the soft piddling noise filled the toasty interior of the chamber, sounding merging with that of the fish tank pump, Gerlinde was still licking distance away from Lisle kitty - a presence of satin and sharply ready leather.&nbsp; As fluid began to spray into the scented flakes and sand, Gerlinde's crop tip led Lisle's chin with its coaxing and made certain her stare of crystalline approval and raw, celestial intensity was filling Lisle kitty's.&nbsp; And as Gerlinde looked into those bottomless, brilliant green eyes while Lisle puss peed like a kitty for the first time - peed with her doctor and teacher's eyes fused around her - Gerlinde could see a fierce openness present itself.<br><br>"Good kitty.&nbsp; Such a brave kitty."<br><br>Lisle puss seemed so tender.&nbsp; So very nude and blushing.&nbsp; So helpless.&nbsp; So altered - Gerlinde surveying her work noted the hands trimmed smooth and pleading; the legs that had become modern art made bestial elegance; the clitoris in its jingling sheath.&nbsp; So submissive.<br><br>And so sweet.<br><br>"Oh, kitty."<br><br>Lisle kitty submitted to relieving herself in front of Gerlinde, and seemed though all the heat in her, all the sweetneess and submission, might melt her into sugar.&nbsp; Gerlinde needed to fill that space.&nbsp; A telegraph of instant yearning worked rough from her prostate to the tip of her cock, sending her heart tumbling.<br><br>Gerlinde stepped forward.&nbsp; The rim of her thumb found the edge of a flame-red lip and peeled gently down to coax Lisle puss to open.&nbsp; That thumb must taste of the crop, Gerlinde knew; handling it as it had been.&nbsp; The other hand took up the wooden texture of Gerlinde's tremendously stiff shaft, its surface now tacky with the musk of Lisle pussy's dried fluids and her own spend.&nbsp; Her eyes remained in Lisle's, mining deeper, taking every opening.<br><br>"Now kitty."&nbsp; Gerlinde ordered to the eyes that fixed below hers, their edges feathered in tears dried, drying and fresh.&nbsp; "Inside now."<br><br>She guided the sticky, plum-swollen bulge of her glans into Lisle kitty's mouth while, with wet sounds still raining below in the box, Lisle kitty opened in a different way.<br><br>"Eyes on mine."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 15:55:54</strong>
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				<em>Oh no, not here, not <span class="bbc_u">now</span>!</em> Lisle thought as the huge head of Gerlinde's shaft nudged her lips.&nbsp; Opening her mouth to protest - to beg for those precious few moments - only made her more vulnerable to the insistent press of the organ.<br><br>The words were stifled in her throat as her mouth was filled.&nbsp; She tasted the smoky thickness of her own cream, and the all-too familiar bitter-salt of Gerlinde's seed, and felt tears sting again as a tightness spread through her.&nbsp; Dampness was spreading between her feet, wetting the very edges of her toes as she squatted in the sand.<br><br>There was no choice but to lick.&nbsp; Even with a tight, trapped sound rising in her throat, Lisle licked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 16:09:19</strong>
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				And it was the sounds Gerlinde submerged into.&nbsp; As much as her flesh reveled to be sheathed in Lisle kitty's mouth, her glans' corona snugly trapped and the whole spade awash with the wet tension crushing around it, she most delicately, most dearly registered the sounds.<br><br>"Eyes on mine, Lisle kitty."&nbsp; Her fingertips brushed fine as tear tracks, and firm, from Lisle's cheek to her earlobe.&nbsp; In this way, she pet as she gazed down and gently moved the mass of her cock in the strain of Lisle kitty's mouth.&nbsp; That was a dazzling feeling - the electrical current of tension traveling the underside of her penis, goading the head to bulge bigger and bigger; the head's tip riding the grainy buck at the back of Lisle's tongue, and the thrilling tempest of that subject licking.&nbsp; That was substance - that was the bath; the sounds were the bubbles.<br><br>"Yes."&nbsp; And Gerlinde soaked in those fine sounds: The fluid tapping of Lisle kitty soiling the sand.&nbsp; The gleeful jingle of the bell sounding modestly from the tip of Lisle's protruding clitoris.&nbsp; The miniature puffs of breath from Lisle kitty's nose.&nbsp; The moist skimming noises that leaked from Lisle's stuffed mouth.&nbsp; That high, tight harp-string sound as she cried a bit.<br><br>The soft suckle as she licked all the same.<br><br>"Good kitty."<br><br>Gerlinde reveled in this.&nbsp; She felt fine in the way the spiderwebs with wet on them are fine.&nbsp; Her flesh felt so tremulously sensitized, it might pop; her mind felt timeless.&nbsp; She felt fine in this way, and flushed with excitement, and distinctly dignified.<br><br>She stroked Lisle kitty, and stared in with bright, delighted approval, and she let Lisle kitty empty herself and lick the savory penis that stuffed her.&nbsp; And she listened.&nbsp; Gerlinde listened to the sounds as delicate as the flashes in wide green eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 16:30:14</strong>
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				Lisle's blush was high, not fading even after the last patters landed in the sand between her re-formed feet.&nbsp; She felt like a whore in a truckstop restroom, earning her living by providing 'service' in that terrible environment.<br><br>The hand against her cheek emphasized the pressure from the inside of her mouth, as if she were just a thin covering - a tissue - as Gerlinde masturbated the massive shaft.&nbsp; That was what she was becoming.&nbsp; Nothing more than an object for penetration.&nbsp; That realization brought a fresh stream of tears to wet Gerlinde's fingers, and more of those muffled sobs as she continued to lick.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 16:54:10</strong>
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				Gerlinde's thoughts rose swift in bright blue lines of arousal.&nbsp; She relaxed to indulge in the rhythmic pulse of her penis, the satiny cling of the tongue that squirmed like a minnow pinned beneath the glans, in that bouquet of sound - pussywillow and fox glove and baby's breath sounds.&nbsp; She stroked the spilling tears onto Lisle kitty's cheek as though painting the blushing flesh with its clear color to soothe; she stroked her own shaft.&nbsp; Her thoughts, untethered, again snuggled in lofty poesy:<br><br>Lisle kitty was no cheap whore.&nbsp; Gerlinde knew enough of such a type - hard and cunning and wretched - to not think of her so.&nbsp; She was not mere raw material either.&nbsp; Gerlinde worked all day with human beings as her canvas and clay; she knew the ways people came apart like sand castles under enough pressure, or just faded away like cheap postcards under too much scrutiny.&nbsp; She was no drone, either.&nbsp; Lisle kitty was not some mechanical creature, reduced by the hammer and tongs of human hardship at its most extreme to simply serve the machine until one day she snapped quietly and was discarded.<br><br>No, Lisle kitty was crying.&nbsp; Lisle kitty was burning alive with blush.&nbsp; And Lisle kitty had peed in front of her, naked, in a cat box.<br><br>But Lisle kitty was still gazing up and licking and sucking the taste from Gerlinde's raw penis.&nbsp; Even though she had to think about it.&nbsp; <br><br>And so Gerlinde felt more curious and proud than anything; she pulled herself from Lisle puss' mouth a minute or so after the urine stopped flowing.&nbsp; A finger lifted a thick strand of saliva into Lisle kitty's lips from where it hung on the shiny purple head.&nbsp; That flesh, right down to the bony washer of her prostate, clamped in protest.&nbsp; Gerlinde soothed it with a brush of Lisle's crown.<br><br>"You tried so hard for me."&nbsp; Gerlinde said, serious and bright as a bronze plaque.&nbsp; Her fingers were fragrant paint brushes on Lisle kitty's face, the dangling crop tapping Lisle kitty's back.&nbsp; Before the kitty, her sex flexed, tumid and angry.&nbsp; She smiled all the same.&nbsp; "You not only obeyed, you remembered how to please.&nbsp; That is very difficult, considering how you are just beginning to learn, but it is also very important.<br><br>"You are naturally a very good kitty.&nbsp; Naturally good."&nbsp; Gerlinde concluded.&nbsp; And this was the message she wanted to reinforce.&nbsp; She was not looking to be either kind or cruel to Lisle kitty, Gerlinde reflected - she was enjoying both in the process.&nbsp; The thought of what she would do to Lisle puss next, by the bathroom door, sent her spine panting in excitement.&nbsp; No, at the core of her pleasure was the notion that Lisle pussy was not just a wet slit or a dull, bent back; she was a natural kitty, in her essence a pleasing pet.&nbsp; Lisle pussy had to believe that.<br><br>Gerlinde was beginning to believe it herself.&nbsp; <br><br>"Now, it is good to learn that when you are complimented, you should demonstrate a sensual show of affection in return.&nbsp; Do this now, and then I will take you to my bathroom and clean you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 17:33:10</strong>
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				Lisle felt dirty.&nbsp; Her skin crawled with the urge to get out of the wet sand, and she was practically ready to chew on soap to get the taste of sex out of her mouth.&nbsp; This woman had done all this to her, and now she wanted <em>affection</em>?&nbsp; Wasn't sucking cock enough?&nbsp; The bewilderment was clear in those wet, green eyes, but so was the hopelessness.&nbsp; <br><br>If she wanted to be clean, she had to befoul herself this one last time.&nbsp; That was the thought as she brushed her paw-hands together to dust off the clinging litter.&nbsp; If she wanted to be clean, she had to keep Gerlinde in a good mood.&nbsp; That was how she justified it to herself as she put those hands on the floor and scraped her toes against the side of the box.&nbsp; If she wanted to be clean, she had to be a good kitty.&nbsp; That was the thought that she tried to avoid thinking as she pressed herself, shoulder to hip, against Gerlinde's leg.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 18:02:56</strong>
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				Gerlinde watched Lisle carefully, handling the kitty's attention like an uprooted seedling being borne to solid soil in her hands.&nbsp; <br><br>When Lisle kitty showed bewilderment - even a pang of pain - Gerlinde was quick to respond. <br><br>"No, dear kitty - no, don't worry."&nbsp; Gerlinde said sweetly, almost smiling at Lisle's dismay.&nbsp; She surmised that Lisle puss was shocked that she had to render such a thing to her under such circumstances.&nbsp; Perhaps she simply felt filthy.&nbsp; Perhaps she felt despair that she had to do one more thing.&nbsp; Gerlinde addressed the latter.&nbsp; "You were good.&nbsp; I am already very pleased by you.&nbsp; But others may demand more in the future.&nbsp; I must have you prepared."<br><br>When Lisle nuzzled around her leg, Gerlinde felt delighted; still truly calm.&nbsp; She did not want to move.&nbsp; Not ever.&nbsp; The notion made her smile, and she stroked Lisle's head, pressing her face to her thigh.&nbsp; "So dear," she said in a hushed tone.&nbsp; "So good."<br><br>Gerlinde inhaled this long moment as it went on and on like a warm wind.&nbsp; Her leg absorbed Lisle's bareness.&nbsp; Her hand stroked it.&nbsp; Then a tap of the crop on Lisle's rump stirred it to an end.<br><br>It was time to reward kitty.&nbsp; Reward them both.<br><br>"Up now, and kitty walk to the bathroom.&nbsp; Pretty as you please."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 18:44:00</strong>
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				If it had been up to Lisle, she would have bolted for the bathroom, locked herself inside and scrubbed until her skin was raw.&nbsp; Her new legs prevented that.&nbsp; Her new paws prevented that.&nbsp; Gerlinde prevented that.&nbsp; Maybe if she had been more familiar with her new shape, she could have 'run', but she still needed concentration and care to manage a walk that didn't send her careening into walls or furnishing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 21:18:56</strong>
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				Later, sitting behind Lisle kitty in the bathroom, Gerlinde reflected that she hadn't really lied to Lisle kitty.&nbsp; Not really.<br><br>After all, she thought while rubbing lubricant on one finger with her thumb and staring at the shockingly tight hole of Lisle kitty's anus, this would be a cleaning of a sort.<br><br>Besides, Lisle kitty would have to get used to certain things in her new life.&nbsp; Mercy had its place in Gerlinde's teaching, but cruelty did too.&nbsp; To this end, as she had conducted Lisle puss to the bathroom, Gerlinde had not spared the crop when it was called for.&nbsp; Gerlinde knew Lisle kitty was in a particularly delicate place, but this did not mean the remedy was to teach her with delicacy.&nbsp; A spot of sensitive skin sometimes called for soothing ointment and sometimes called for lancing.&nbsp; And so whenever Lisle kitty had failed to meet the standards of sensuality and poise in her walk, the horsewhip had fallen swift and short on nude flank or ripe rump.&nbsp; Lisle kitty would get no mercy from those who handled her in the future when it came to disappointing them.&nbsp; She would be shown none now.<br><br>Lisle kitty had been guided to lay on a fluffy yellow bath mat, upon all fours.&nbsp; A press of the crop's tip between Lisle kitty's shoulder blades and a soft instruction had commanded her to lower her upper body and keep her haunches raised high.&nbsp; The spreading of Lisle puss' legs, Gerlinde had seen to with her own hands.&nbsp; She wanted to take her time appreciating the exposed core of Lisle pussy's body.<br><br>The delicate valley exposed, Gerlinde had examined that sensitive delve of Lisle.&nbsp; She had watched the rosy petals part themselves with tremulous reluctance, the little rosette of Lisle kitty's anus clinging tighter in its nakedness.&nbsp; Gerlinde took a long moment to inspect the state of Lisle kitty's vagina.&nbsp; <br><br>She wanted to see how Lisle puss had responded to their session at the litter box.&nbsp; The dank sleek of the shy petals was looked at for swelling.&nbsp; The darkness of the hue of arousal was measured.&nbsp; Whether Lisle kitty was slick, or had truly been pouring cream from the sobbing hole of her sheath, was noted.&nbsp; Gerlinde's mind sorted these observations, making medical notation in her mind.<br><br>Lisle kitty must surely have been aware of the intensity of the examination.&nbsp; She would have had to turn her head to see what Gerlinde did next, as Gerlinde rose and fetched from the medicine cabinet a tube of lubricant, a rag and an enema bottle.<br><br>Now, sitting behind Lisle kitty with her finger sheathed in shining stickiness, Gerlinde thought that no, she had not really lied to Lisle kitty.&nbsp; Soon she would be clean.&nbsp; It would just take another discovery.<br><br>"You stay still now, Lisle kitty.&nbsp; You can move your haunches but nothing else.&nbsp; Make any noises you need."&nbsp; Gerlinde said softly, stroking Lisle puss from rump to neck in a soothing rhythm.&nbsp; The sound of the admonition was nearly lost under the hum of the fan that Gerlinde had turned on, to get air circulating and ready to blow out the reek soon to come.&nbsp; The intent was not, as Gerlinde pet Lisle kitty firmly.&nbsp; "Just one last thing you have to endure for me.&nbsp; Then I will bathe you and you can rest."<br><br>And perhaps that was a lie, Gerlinde thought - "one little thing."&nbsp; She had no firsthand experience of taking an enema, but Gerlinde had seen those she had administered one to react very different.&nbsp; Some accepted it with a certain stoic calm.&nbsp; Some endured it with noises of discomfort.&nbsp; One little girl, at a Munich hospital Gerlinde had interned at, had been wracked with hysterical screams.&nbsp; Others, Gerlinde knew, were stimulated by it; aroused.&nbsp; Gerlinde hoped Lisle kitty would react that way.&nbsp; It would be easier for her.&nbsp; Certainly, the "improvements" to Lisle pussy - her achingly tender, abnormally enlarged clitoris; the hormones brewing hot through her sex - might help make it so.&nbsp; <br><br>She placed a hand on Lisle kitty's rump to brace her.&nbsp; The rise was as hot as its tomato red softness suggested.&nbsp; Gerlinde's other finger reached to touch Lisle puss' shyly flexing anus for the first time.<br><br>Under the lubricant, the resistant muscle felt as yielding as tears, but Gerlinde knew this to be deceptive.&nbsp; As slick as her finger was, Gerlinde could have pushed her finger up to the last knuckle into Lisle kitty's bottom with just a turn of her wrist.&nbsp; This would not have been very pleasant.&nbsp; And Gerlinde's intent was to teach, not to torment.&nbsp; <br><br>She rolled her fingertip along the wrinkled opening, coaxing it to relax and widen.&nbsp; The muscular clench was rubbed to stretch slowly.&nbsp; Where it wrinkled, she smoothed.&nbsp; Where it tensed, Gerlinde pressed.&nbsp; She worked her finger there like a key trying to find its fit in the smallest of locks. <br><br>When at last the muscle showed laxity - a certain carnal curiosity at what it would be like to submit and slacken - Gerlinde sank her fingertip into its seizing.&nbsp; The little socket was feverish with tight movement and seething heat.&nbsp; She kept her finger embedded, and slid the tip of the enema bottle alongside it.&nbsp; <br><br>"Good kitty."&nbsp; Gerlinde called Lisle.&nbsp; The prod of the bottle replaced the finger in the hysterically tight hole. Her lubricated fingers dropped to begin swinging the dangling cat bell on its menthol-charged sheath. "Yes, Lisle kitty.&nbsp; Good."<br><br>No, she had not lied to Lisle.&nbsp; Gerlinde would clean her.&nbsp; Lisle kitty would be rewarded.&nbsp; But like all rewards, it would come at the price of discovery - a new way to move.&nbsp; New feelings to accept and enjoy.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>19-02-2009, 21:54:58</strong>
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				Lisle lowered herself awkwardly.&nbsp; The inspection lasted long enough for her to start wondering what was going on - surely it didn't take <em>that</em> long to prepare to clean someone after peeing!&nbsp; The only dampness that was there was remnants from her masturbation session at the couch, since everything else had fallen 'forward' into the tray, and she had been more humiliated than aroused at having to suck Gerlinde while doing it.<br><br>When it was finally over, Lisle was no more informed than before.&nbsp; She had never experienced an enema - or any other anal penetration - and so the bottle with its long tube and nozzle meant nothing.&nbsp; The slick touch of a finger, however, brought another flush to her face.&nbsp; It was more than a casual touch, and as the inspection continued, she dared to speak again.<br><br>"No - please - that's - it's dirty there," she whimpered, regressing to the childhood admonition that her mother had used to stop a toddler's explorations.&nbsp; But the muscle relaxed, if slowly.&nbsp; A cry with a rising note to it accompanied the first intrusion, as Lisle felt movement going in the wrong direction.&nbsp; She squirmed a little, terrified that moving too much would cause pain, or even damage.&nbsp; The nozzle of the bottle was no less disturbing, but it made her try to stay even more rigidly still.&nbsp; A bottle wouldn't know if it was piercing flesh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>20-02-2009, 00:07:03</strong>
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				Lisle kitty's begging scold nearly made Gerlinde giggle.&nbsp; On one level, she appreciated how cute it was - the bubbling brook of whimpering; the dining crystal chime to her tone; the juicy innocence to it.&nbsp; Lisle puss was seeming more like a fluffy, wide-eyed newborn kit by the minute.&nbsp; And on the other level, it made Gerlinde regress to her own memories of childhood; of being the playground troublemaker, full of teasing wit and naughty tricks, quick to drop gum on an empty seat or con younger kids into nose picking contests or profanity.&nbsp; <br><br>So she bubbled inside at Lisle puss' noises.&nbsp; That playful champagne feeling she had when making Lisle walk and rub returned as a gasp through her neck and belly and head.&nbsp; But she did not make fun of Lisle.<br><br>She could not, however, stop herself from leaning in to kiss Lisle puss on the blushing cheek of her bottom.&nbsp; That was an indulgence she would take.&nbsp; That, and beaming as bright as the bill of her cap - sharing a toothy grin with the silver skull studded on its black prominence.&nbsp; <br><br>Then she replied, rubbing at Lisle kitty's menthol-bitten clitoris by flicking her fingers of the bell-ended tip of the sheath.&nbsp; Jingles bounced about on fairy boots.&nbsp; Gerlinde had a gay tone to her voice as she rested her angelic face on Lisle's bottom and talked.<br><br>"It is not so dirty, Lisle."&nbsp; She reassured confidently.&nbsp; More jingles.&nbsp; Gerlinde's fingers were getting firmer in their flicks now.&nbsp; "To what extent it is, this is designed to clean you.&nbsp; It is a medical procedure, common enough, to make you nice and tidy inside.&nbsp; No germs.&nbsp; No filthiness.&nbsp; Just a clean, tight, tender tunnel.&nbsp; That is why I am doing it."<br><br>And only after she had even lifted her face and opened her mouth, did Gerlinde realize she was very much falling back into the role of the Bad Influence Girl - the one too wise, too bold, too delightedly naughty for her playmates' own good.&nbsp; Her cheeks and breasts shone with a blush at what she was going to do as her tongue slid out.&nbsp; Her breath sighed out over the nozzle, spinning wet like the thoughts in her head.<br><br>Oh, Doctor, Gerlinde thought.&nbsp; Doctor, you really must work on your bedside manner.<br><br>Gerlinde, smiling, dragged the tip of her satiny tongue, firm as a stencil, along the circle of muscle.&nbsp; She licked three times around Lisle kitty's pierced anus.&nbsp; She was making the sheathed clitoris swing and tinkle as she did.&nbsp; And only when the puckered hole had kissed in the warm wet, soaked in it to a subtle shudder, swelled with feeling, did she lean back.<br><br>"Nice and clean.&nbsp; No more dirty kitty."&nbsp; <br><br>Gerlinde squeezed the plunger on the enema bottle, and thought on the heated water billowing smoky and thick into Lisle's colon.&nbsp; The rush of fluid came seamlessly after the licking.&nbsp; She wondered if - hoped - the sensations would fuse into a singular ecstasy of stimulation.&nbsp; The thought demanded she suppress another chime of glee.&nbsp; She killed it before it even touched her lips to smile.<br><br>After all, she was not a playground terror now.&nbsp; She was a doctor.&nbsp; And so Gerlinde glowed with satisfaction as she steadily introduced the contents of the bottle into Lisle kitty's virginal rear, her assiduous stroking of the cat bell turning this into quite a different procedure indeed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>20-02-2009, 01:42:01</strong>
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				The lick made her tremble.&nbsp; It felt wrong, but the subtle chiming of her bell was accompanied by the increasingly familiar rush of shameful arousal.&nbsp; Her hips shifted slightly, restrained by her fear but spurred by the stroking.&nbsp; She could feel the hard nozzle move, the fan of breath across her rump - and then a warmth invading her.&nbsp; It was an alarming sensation, fluid and full as it swept down and around her colon.&nbsp; She gasped, feeling her insides tense in anticipation.&nbsp; <br><br>Still, it kept coming, Gerlinde kept rubbing, and Lisle started hunching in time with the strokes.&nbsp; It was <em>too</em> fluid, <em>too</em> full - she felt like she was going to burst!&nbsp; And all the while, her sensitized clit was sending electricity through her sex.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>20-02-2009, 02:26:20</strong>
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				With the roar of the bathroom fan rushing around her, Gerlinde imagined herself to be in the humid maw of some great beast - in the throat of Lust, embodied and animal: Its saliva the almost palpable sour, salt, sharpness of sex scents baking from she and Lisle pussy.&nbsp; Tongues laving spongy excitement over their nerves.&nbsp; Erectile tissue of their bodies hard and hungry as teeth.&nbsp; The rumbling of the fan and the rustle of the air merged with the resonance of her own thrilling arousal.&nbsp; It coupled with the heavy, climbing excitement that emanated from Lisle kitty.&nbsp; It stirred it, inspired it all the more.&nbsp; She breathed out steamy and felt the fan snatch that breath away.&nbsp; It made her fingers flicker harder on the bell.<br><br>ding ding ding ding ding ding ding<br><br>"Good kitty, taking so much."&nbsp; Gerlinde called Lisle, her fingers ringing the bell, its sway like a wild wrecking ball, lightly yanking the sealed flesh attached.&nbsp; She placed a wide-mouthed kiss on the restless rise of Lisle kitty's bottom, dragging it on - a hot wax seal of approval.&nbsp; Her hand coaxed more liquid from the bulb.<br><br>She was delighting this.&nbsp; She admitted to it.&nbsp; Even though her fantastic imagery was dashed when her wry mind made note that the bathroom - the "maw" - was ringed in tasteful floral tiles, not flames; that her bathroom cabinet played home to a few kleenex boxes and a vintage Rainbow Brite toothpaste dispenser.&nbsp; No matter.&nbsp; Gerlinde inhaled pure ardor, pure pleasure, from the agony and eagerness of Lisle puss' body.&nbsp; And besides, she had a rather impressive vibrator down under that sink too.<br><br>She laid her angelic face on Lisle kitty's bottom and nuzzled the hot wet left by her kiss.&nbsp; She watched the warm, medicated fluid flow generously into the convulsing hole of the anus.&nbsp; The enema bulb had about a third left to go.&nbsp; Gerlinde sped her fingers faster, firmer on the bell, brushing Lisle with her velvety voice.<br><br>"Only two-thirds more to go, kitty puss."<br><br>ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding<br><br>And Gerlinde grinned subtly at her mischievous misleading of the kitty.&nbsp; She rubbed against the hunching, speaking in sultry whispers, imagining them weaving into Lisle with the dark warp of the enema fluid, the fan, the flashing stimulation heaving up her trapped, sickened, tingling clitoris.&nbsp; <br><br>"No more dirty kitty back there soon.&nbsp; All clean.&nbsp; All fresh.&nbsp; Just tender and tidy and pretty."&nbsp; Gerlinde concluded with another peck on Lisle puss' rump.&nbsp; "Very soon.&nbsp; You just need to hold it.&nbsp; Hold it all."<br><br>The enema emptied.&nbsp; Gerlinde's fingers gathered about the bell.&nbsp; It clacked in protest as she churned it, a fingertip occasionally lifting to lick half the leather of the sheathed root like a questing tentacle.&nbsp; She did not relent.&nbsp; She saw - felt - what the enema did to Lisle puss.&nbsp; Gerlinde wanted more than Lisle just to hold it.<br><br>She wanted Lisle kitty to release.&nbsp; She wanted a climax inspired by Lisle pussy having her bottom so used; so invaded; so filled.&nbsp; She would have it.&nbsp; Her fingers began their skillful work to make sure.<br><br>"Good <em>kitty</em> with so much <em>inside</em>."<br><br>As she did, Gerlinde looked below, seeing if Lisle kitty's belly showed just how much that was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>20-02-2009, 03:48:48</strong>
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				There was a subtle bloat to Lisle's abdomen - one that was too diffuse to be pregnancy or malnutrition, but too focused to be the first sign of obesity.&nbsp; Lisle felt cold, then hot, then cold again as the fluid finished washing into her.&nbsp; And still, those relentless fingers worked their magic.<br><br>In a rational world, she would know that the two constellations of sensation were separate - that the taut fullness and the growing urgency were from the enema, and the hip-tugging arousal and building tension were from the fingers stroking her.&nbsp; But this was not a rational world.&nbsp; All the sensations merged into one form, and cause and effect were cast to the wind.<br><br>Gerlinde stroked, and Lisle hunched.&nbsp; Gerlinde whispered, and Lisle started to whimper and moan.<br><br><em>Good kitty...&nbsp; Good kitty... Good kitty...</em><br><br>A ripple formed in the taut bloat of Lisle's belly.&nbsp; Cold.&nbsp; Hot.&nbsp; Cold.&nbsp; A desire to let go.&nbsp; Pressure in her guts.&nbsp; Another ripple.&nbsp; Another hunch.&nbsp; Lisle was sure she could hear sloshing in her abdomen.&nbsp; She felt swollen, light-headed, and unbalanced.&nbsp; She felt her sphincter loosen, and with a surge of panic, consciously clamped it tight again.<br><br>Cold. Hot. Cold.&nbsp; A shiver.&nbsp; A shudder.&nbsp; A full-on quaking gripped her as sensations collided and muscles rippled.&nbsp; A groan, and the hunching was suddenly far more rapid before her breath stopped and she went rigid for a moment.<br><br>Rigid - except for contractions visible in her swollen belly and her raised petals.&nbsp; A sigh escaped, and time started again as her muscles started to relax.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>20-02-2009, 04:27:17</strong>
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				Lisle kitty was more than just a spectacle:&nbsp; More than just her tumid little bloat, a precious little paunch suggesting her agonizingly intense fullness.&nbsp; More than her carnal, consuming hunching; so demonstrative and stuffed with slender, needy shivers.&nbsp; More than the clutching of her tiny core and its copious, runny tears, running from the pink petals in all their roaming fragrance.&nbsp; More than the jingling stick of her clitoris, its raw gristle stuck throbbing to burst from its the lead-core sheath.&nbsp; More than quakes.&nbsp; Than mewls.&nbsp; Than whimpers.&nbsp; Moans.&nbsp; Panic.&nbsp; Submission.&nbsp; Gerlinde did not just witness Lisle kitty climax with her body swollen with warm water and needy surges.&nbsp; <br><br>Gerlinde experienced it.&nbsp; <br><br>She pressed against Lisle kitty as Lisle kitty quaked and hunched and cried.&nbsp; She absorbed the flush, the sticky gouts of liquid, the fluid cries.&nbsp; She touched Lisle kitty and pet her pussy's long, sheathed branch and drank it all in.&nbsp; Gerlinde experienced Lisle kitty climaxing with her bottom so very, very full.&nbsp; <br><br>And after, as the shock of heat subsided, and Gerlinde heard Lisle kitty sigh, and felt Lisle kitty's discovery of new and awesome pleasure soak indelibly into her, there was only one thing to be said.<br><br><em>"Good.&nbsp; Kitty."</em><br><br>And if air could be engraved, Gerlinde felt, then every fluttering breath Lisle kitty and she shared was marked with those words.<br><br>Gerlinde removed her hand from Lisle puss' clitoris delicately.&nbsp; The care was like releasing a bird one had been tending while its flossy bones mended, hoping it would still survive in all that anxious delicacy without a touch to contain it.&nbsp; She popped open the cabinet at the base of the sink, sorting aside pink Kleenex boxes, a few nature magazines, a plunger, the Rainbow Brite toothpaste and a lighter.<br><br>Grabbing up the bed pan, she positioned it below Lisle kitty.&nbsp; Then, with the care one moves wet paper with, she leaned Lisle kitty back against her, until kitty's bottom was positioned over the empty center of the pan.&nbsp; She held Lisle kitty in the cross of her arms, petting languidly.&nbsp; <br><br>"Relax now."&nbsp; Gerlinde whispered to the head she rested on her shoulder.&nbsp; "You let it out now."<br><br>With that, Gerlinde removed the plug.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>20-02-2009, 05:09:41</strong>
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				The rush of liquid seemed boiling hot as it left Lisle's body.&nbsp; Supported against Gerlinde's body, she felt a second set of contractions as her intestines emptied out.&nbsp; She trembled in reaction as she finished, feeling as limp as a wrung-out washcloth.&nbsp; Another weak moan stirred from her throat.&nbsp; This was supposed to be a reward?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>20-02-2009, 05:28:31</strong>
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				Gerlinde gazed down at the exhausted, heart-shaped face blushing on her shoulder.&nbsp; She felt the trembles wracking the down-soft limbs; felt the cling of the satin nudity; the stir of orgasm's last smoky breaths through the forests of raw nerves within the kitty she cradled.&nbsp; <br><br>Gerlinde's eyes glinted with pride and nickel bright enjoyment.&nbsp; Lisle kitty had had her reward.<br><br>"Good kitty.&nbsp; Your body liked that very, very much."<br><br>Now was time for Lisle's reward.<br><br>"Now to reward you."<br><br>She busied to supply it.&nbsp; Rising with a push of her legs, Gerlinde drew Lisle kitty with her, bearing her across the floor to the side of the bath.&nbsp; There, Gerlinde turned on the tub's fixtures and got the water running hot; not fiercely so, but long enough to last for a soak.<br><br>The tub was a low, modest trough of marble, but large enough to accommodate two.&nbsp; Gerlinde, relishing the thought with a fresh eagerness, left Lisle kitty tilted against its side as she plucked up the bed pan.&nbsp; Examining its contents in a perfunctory, medical way, she quipped in a low purr to Lisle.<br><br>"You may take some small comfort in that one of those guards will have to police this up for us."<br><br>Gerlinde did a quick circuit to her front door with the pan, leaving it outside for trash pickup.&nbsp; No more than a minute later, she was back by the tub, hunkered bare with one arm draped around Lisle kitty's back and the other putting fragrant oils into the stewing water.<br><br>With the drain of the tub shut, the water made the blend of oils swirl.&nbsp; Gerlinde brought Lisle puss snug to her breast, denting its hugeness with Lisle pussy's face.&nbsp; It was no accident that she placed Lisle kitty's face within a tongue's curl of her nipple's ruby bead.&nbsp; Her fingers deliberately shifted the kitty's mouth there; practically parted her lips for her.&nbsp; It was a test.&nbsp; <br><br>The result mattered little; Gerlinde was watching the oils spool together and inhaling the lush transformations they worked on the air.&nbsp; The aroma of Lisle puss - her satiny skin, her distinctive touch of natural aloe, her pussy's musky salt - wove with the oils into a frilly dance: Scents like bright, embroidered ball gowns spinning on a shining floor of crisp awareness.&nbsp; Gerlinde allowed herself to appreciate it as the tube filled.&nbsp; She took pride in her gallery of scented oils.&nbsp; She took an even greater pride in Lisle.<br><br>"I will feed you, too."&nbsp; Gerlinde remarked.&nbsp; "Then we can just curl on the couch.&nbsp; Do you like salty tastes or sweet?"<br><br>Gerlinde felt she was doing good work here.&nbsp; Like anyone brilliant enough to make a habit of applied genius, she enjoyed the embellishment of that.&nbsp; Lisle kitty, overwhelmed, would truly be rewarded.&nbsp; She might, in time, glow with that reward - take on its polish and shine through in the sweet way that was a subtle thread in all of her actions, even those of protest.<br><br>And it would be Gerlinde's hand, she thought as she fetched up Lisle pussy's flanks and bodily lifted her into the tub, that brought out any such shine.&nbsp; <br><br>Placing Lisle in the tub, Gerlinde slipped into it with her back to the faucet.&nbsp; She set Lisle puss facing her, waist deep in the water with their legs entwined around one another.&nbsp; Then, with images of lively ball room dances - frilly and brilliant celebrations of a noble, elaborate age - dancing in her head, Gerlinde took wash cloth, oils and bare hands, and set to rubbing every space of Lisle clean.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>20-02-2009, 07:58:18</strong>
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				Lisle panted from the combination of the orgasm and the cleansing.&nbsp; Warm curls of breath cradled the nipple in front of her, dampening it slightly.&nbsp; Clean scents wafted through her nose, erasing the stink of the Stalag.&nbsp; Warmth seeped into her bones, stilling the shivers.&nbsp; And then, as what she thought was the crowning glory of the experience, she was oiled and cleaned from head to toe.<br><br>She felt like she hadn't been this clean for years.<br><br>If it weren't for Gerlinde's watchful eye, Lisle could have easily slid underwater like an otter - no cat-like fear of water here - but the doctor was there to prevent that.&nbsp; Even with the embarrassment of having that control taken away from her, Lisle was beginning to feel the stirrings of - contentment - seeping through the fear and exhaustion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>20-02-2009, 08:17:48</strong>
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				For a time, running lathered hands over Lisle pussy’s subject nudity, Gerlinde felt she was handling a little living poem.&nbsp; Lisle kitty seemed an ode to yielding.&nbsp; With her brain and body buzzing, each vein a happy noise echoing the pleasure of Lisle kitty’s many tender submissions and precious vulnerabilities, Gerlinde sensed everything as pregnant with exquisite significance.&nbsp; <br><br>So many poems for her to look upon and touch; so many to shape: <br><br>There was the soft and constant sonnet of wanting invested in Lisle kitty’s teary green eyes.&nbsp; There was the crumpled set of her shoulders, the slenderness of her silky belly, the places below, sheer as porcelain to the touch. The press of her breath - never kept far from Gerlinde's titanic breast or neck or face - folding its little kitten paw prints into her.&nbsp; The way she seemed to be warming and melting.<br><br>There were her breasts – and Gerlinde thought she had never appreciated Lisle kitty’s ripe, firm breasts before; not truly; not like when her hands were around them, massaging rich and deep, trying to squeeze whimpers from Lisle kitty with fluid fingers and flicks of the pert, un-softening nipples.<br><br>Above all, there was the stiff distortion of Lisle kitty’s clitoris – a tiny tower like a Cellini gold statue, so articulate in its fine veins and the finer thread of its skin, so swollen with instability.&nbsp; That, Gerlinde paid most attention to.&nbsp; Her heart was set on that tremulous spike.&nbsp; And after, a few seconds into the bath, she extracted the bloated thing from its tight leather hood, and rinsed it of what menthol she could, Gerlinde lavished it with fancy thoughts and rude, clutching touches.<br><br>“So pretty,” Gerlinde would tell Lisle kitty as she fondled and oiled and probed to bend that rigid pink bit, looking her in the eyes as she did.&nbsp; “So big and so pretty.”<br><br>She brushed Lisle puss to brilliance with cloths and pruning fingertips.&nbsp; She leaned her against her body and moved her like a honey sculpture.&nbsp; She even lowered her beneath the water, holding her for a few moments before drawing her up for another oiling.&nbsp; Lisle kitty was soon shellfish-pink, steamed with silk layers of scent.<br><br>But after awhile, Gerlinde was rinsed of her poetry.&nbsp; She became just a girl in a bath with a hard, somewhat chilly penis sticking its head above the water like a tremendous periscope.&nbsp; Aches became more present than idle thoughts.&nbsp; Floating ceased and Gerlinde settled back into her overly tender body.<br><br>She found it anxious.&nbsp; Hungry.&nbsp; Stiff in places that asked for rubbing and then grumbled like an imposed-upon host when it arrived.&nbsp; Gerlinde’s appetite for lavishing timeless caresses on Lisle kitty, polishing her like the idol of a divinity entirely of her own creation and entirely subject to her whims, dried.&nbsp; She had a new appetite – one that gnaws on everything and did not swallow.<br><br>Only her cock remained resolute in its worship of the sensual.&nbsp; Bright as paint, the purple and dusk and rose of it was still lancing with arousal.&nbsp; Below, her balls pushed with insistent lust against the seal of her prostate.<br><br>Pausing in another fragrant rinsing of Lisle kitty’s breasts, Gerlinde regarded her cock.&nbsp; <em>If your erection lasts more than two hours, </em>she recited from commercials heard on the Web, <em>consult your physician.<br><br>There, </em>she thought.&nbsp; <em>I consulted myself.&nbsp; What now?</em><br><br>Inside.&nbsp; Gerlinde’s penis seethed bright as a neon sign with its livid message.&nbsp; She wanted it inside the snug, clutching warmth of Lisle kitty’s pussy.&nbsp; She wanted to be just the thin distance of panting breath from those gleaming green eyes.&nbsp; Gerlinde needed to empty her testicles into Lisle kitty, feeling the feast of sperm pin into the crying kitty’s womb.<br><br>No.&nbsp; Dry.&nbsp; She wanted to be dry and done with the cooling bath.&nbsp; Inside would come later.<br><br>There was one last thing to tend to: The experiment itself.&nbsp; She needed to examine her subject.&nbsp; Gerlinde reached forward to rinse Lisle kitty’s generous, tender tits, gazing into green and reflecting on how Lisle kitty had responded to being so cleaned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>20-02-2009, 17:36:23</strong>
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				The sobs had long since ended, and Lisle looked almost drugged with the scent of oils and the heat of the water.&nbsp; She still didn't look <em>happy</em>, but she was far from the hysterics that had come earlier, and the distant, slow-blinking stare had nothing to do with looking back to a different life.&nbsp; Now, she truly looked like the half-truth she had told earlier, overwhelmed by the paces that her new body had been put through.&nbsp; In the sparse hours since she had awakened in Gerlinde's apartment, she had been stretched, flushed, driven to the limits of pleasure and humiliation, and relentlessly tutored in the 'proper' behavior of a cat.&nbsp; Only the briefest of respites had allowed her to contemplate the limitations of her new form, and the bridgeless gulf that now separated her from 'normalcy'.<br><br>More time would allow her to reflect on that, to realize that there was still more to come.&nbsp; There had been talk of ears and a tail, but those were both very distant from the 'now' of being warm and clean.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>20-02-2009, 18:11:01</strong>
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				Warm and clean stuff the hours that follow.&nbsp; Warm and clean and calm.<br><br>Gerlinde had promised as much, and she prided herself on making her word come true.&nbsp; She had promised violence for the slightest measure of deliberate failure or disappointment, and had written the truth of that promise on the tender media of Lisle kitty's rump and sides with the horsewhip.&nbsp; She had promised discovery of new ways of want and motion, and had dilated Lisle kitty's desires with that hot, ecstatic truth.&nbsp; The promise of calm was perhaps the most difficult.&nbsp; Gerlinde saw it through with the devotion of a monk.<br><br>She determined she would enjoy it as well, and did.&nbsp; <br><br>Layers of fluffy scrubbing were laid on Lisle kitty, far beyond what was required to dry her.&nbsp; Gerlinde would tilt Lisle pussy's face up to hers with a finger beneath the chin, and would gaze down as she rubbed the girl's nudity to a tingling heat.&nbsp; <br><br>That heat was then safely stowed under a blanket on the couch.&nbsp; She wrapped Lisle kitty up like a bit of butter in a pancake, then set to making them both breakfast.&nbsp; As she did, she dressed - insofar as that she pulled on loose fatigue pants that she wore for pajamas, tucking them into her high, lampoil shiny boots.&nbsp; <br><br>They ate on the couch, Gerlinde in its spongy suede cushion center, Lisle kitty perched half across a thigh.&nbsp; Gerlinde had tomatoes, cheese and ham; some she would slide into Lisle puss' mouth while petting her crown in plush permission.&nbsp; Lisle kitty got chocolate milk through a straw, steamy hot and rich as the color of the Bavarian Alps.&nbsp; Her fingers took little tastes of Lisle kitty's nudity as well - a brush of a silky oblique, a trace of her cheekbone, tap of her thigh, a circle of her navel; little touches left like easter eggs for Lisle kitty's nerves to bundle up and glow with.<br><br>And so calm stuffed the hours in its many forms.&nbsp; Gerlinde turned on the only site stream she could bear to watch on TV - Science Fiction - and with Lisle kitty a toasty hill toppled upon her side, they watched some of the old classics and new hits: Wanderlust, Harm Inc., Psyscape, Firefly, Telos and Battlestar Galactica.&nbsp; Things became almost peaceful.<br><br>The bad thoughts were just as distant as the stink of the crowded barracks that hunched in the frosty alien world of the yard.&nbsp; Gerlinde's world was a hermetic place of steam and synthetic cotton and soft kitty breaths curling warm around her breast, as Lisle kitty's head lay on its big, round bareness.&nbsp; Her cock was the only intrusion.&nbsp; Time and again, it would rise - inspired by a rub or nuzzle from Lisle puss, or by the creamy musk at the core of her scent, or simply by thinking on what was next to come.&nbsp; It would stand between them, urgent and livid with accusation.&nbsp; But Gerlinde would let it be.&nbsp; And after awhile, the downy weight of the calm would press it down, curling it to throb fat and petulant between her thighs.<br><br>The final time it rose - during the premiere episode of Battlestar Galactica - Gerlinde knew she would need more distraction to discourage it.&nbsp; Lust was raking its fingernails up from the grip of her prostate.&nbsp; The head was high and raging dark, lifted from the open seam of her fatigues to reach for Lisle kitty's bare nipple.&nbsp; <br><br>She picked up the second glass of steamy chocolate milk from the side table, bringing the straw to Lisle kitty's mouth.&nbsp; Ignoring the aching pulse of flesh inches from touching kitty, Gerlinde pet her throat and demanded her eyes with a stare.<br><br>"How is my good kitty?"&nbsp; She asked in a hush, as though speaking to Lisle in sleep.&nbsp; "Calm?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>20-02-2009, 19:22:48</strong>
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				Lisle looked up, somewhat drowsy from the steady drone of the TV and the warm blanket.&nbsp; She took a long, savoring pull on the chocolate milk - it had been a while since she had had enough ration points to consider spending them on such a treat - and nodded.&nbsp; She had actually slept during a few shows, stirring against Gerlinde in her sleep, which was blessedly untroubled.&nbsp; Shrouded in the blanket, she was able to push away the stark reality of her changes - at least the external ones.&nbsp; The added testosterone kept a simmering warmth of another kind churning internally.<br><br>In this calmer space, however, it manifested in a more tactile Lisle.&nbsp; The softness of the blanket, the embrace of the couch, and the warmth of the other woman's body were treats just as much as the chocolate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>20-02-2009, 19:36:09</strong>
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				And the more tactile Lisle is treated as languid and sweetly as the pull of the straw.&nbsp; Gerlinde looked down into Lisle kitty, sounding new fathoms of the warm green pools, as she kept the steaming mug close enough to tickle Lisle kitty's face with its licking wisps.&nbsp; As she did, she caressed Lisle kitty from the freshly scented sweep of her hair down to her bottom - firm strokes that emphasized the soft crush of Lisle's nudity to Gerlinde's side.&nbsp; They were the very strokes one would lay on a good kitty.&nbsp; They baked into Lisle.&nbsp; Blanket and hand alike sowed Lisle's naked back with warm friction, fine as cinnamon crumbles.<br><br>"So nice to have you bare against me." Gerlinde told Lisle kitty's nearby eyes, her touches slowing as her heart sped faster in the heavy chambers of her tits.&nbsp; Their tips crinkled with the errant pawing of Lisle's breath.&nbsp; "So nice to pet you."<br><br>But petting would not be enough.&nbsp; Gerlinde's cock and balls were stuffed with anxious, earthy pops of lust - clenches and tensing and churning of nerves.&nbsp; She needed release.&nbsp; She sought a way to get it without entirely spoiling the calm.<br><br>Thoughts of calm brought the bath to mind, and with it, the image of washing Lisle kitty's chest.&nbsp; An idea flashed into crystalline resolution.&nbsp; Her cock's veins rushed with vitriol at the thought of it.<br><br>And the skies of her stare were touched by smolder.&nbsp; Gerlinde kept her angelic face composed as a cloud.&nbsp; There was no hiding the brightness behind it, though.&nbsp; <br><br>Her hand slid off Lisle kitty, and found naked ribs thrumming under the blanket.<br><br>"Kitty..." Gerlinde said softly, again as though whispering into a dreamer's ear.&nbsp; "I need.&nbsp; Do you see?"<br><br>Gerlinde glanced pointedly down to her cock, and brushed the little rumbling engine of Lisle's chest along its flank.<br><br>"I will be calm, though.&nbsp; You just finish your chocolate and begin purring.&nbsp; I will just be moving you."<br><br>Everything about Gerlinde remained calm.&nbsp; The press of hand and stare and words, vehemently so.&nbsp; All aspects of Gerlinde were deliberate and dear with reassurance.<br><br>It only made her cock pulse wilder.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>20-02-2009, 20:00:23</strong>
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				Lisle felt her stomach drop as she eyed the swollen need between Gerlinde's legs.&nbsp; She swallowed thickly, but began the soft purring nonetheless.&nbsp; She had the doctor in a decent mood, and she now knew what she could expect if the other was displeased.<br><br>It was more that she had learned, and fear of the crop was even more powerful than the urges that were being etched into her.&nbsp; The combination was an effective one.&nbsp; Gerlinde's mercurial temper made it even more important for Lisle to learn the ways to keep her happy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>20-02-2009, 20:13:36</strong>
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				Gerlinde relished the handling of fragile things.&nbsp; It was a hobby of hers in practice, a fancy in spirit.&nbsp; Pocket watches.&nbsp; Pencil shavings.&nbsp; Baby birds.&nbsp; A Faberge egg her grandmother had.&nbsp; <br><br>Scalpels. <br><br>She enjoyed them all.&nbsp; And was an identical enjoyment that ignited in her as she began to move Lisle with hands under the blanket.&nbsp; She conducted the purring girl as though Lisle kitty were a live bomb - keeping the bright wire of their joined gaze attached.&nbsp; Her hands stroked Lisle puss' side as they slid her just a sliver nearer, brushing Lisle as delicately as if she were made of feathers.&nbsp; Those hands pressed their heels to Lisle kitty's ripe breasts, cupping them with the care shown soap bubbles.<br><br>Her balls billowed with a throb like a depth charge.&nbsp; It reminded her that she could be hasty - she could be whip needy and cum rude.&nbsp; She reminded it that she was in control - and that control was what excited her the most.<br><br>Trembling with tension, Gerlinde's penis was fit between Lisle kitty's breasts as Gerlinde drew them over its shaft.&nbsp; Its glans surged, the corona raw with arousal.&nbsp; A feeling like a bee bee lodged in her right testicle prodded her to fit Lisle kitty's silk-soft tits around the shaft.&nbsp; She did, with a languid crushing that molded them firm around the meaty column.<br><br>"Purring."&nbsp; Gerlinde said, leaning down to nearly touch Lisle kitty's nose.&nbsp; She emulated the rumble and began to plump Lisle kitty's breasts around her cock, sponging it with yielding warmth.&nbsp; Her prick's flesh added to its iron and screamed heat.&nbsp; Her hands remained calm, moving in jellyfish emulation and ivory firmness.<br><br>With that grasp harnessing Lisle puss' breasts, Gerlinde began to slide her up and down, fucking her penis with them.&nbsp; The glans poked raw, stretched from its foreskin and shuddering, then was sucked back down into the massaged glands.&nbsp; Against Lisle kitty's rumbling breastbone, the tube within the underside of her cock began to stack semen in fast, thick clots.&nbsp; Every vein shimmered in the trap of those undulating tits.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Purrrrrr."</em>&nbsp; Gerlinde said, rocking Lisle kitty's vibrations against her, churning the softly trapped breasts around her raw pole.&nbsp; "Is that still kind of calm?&nbsp; Hm?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>20-02-2009, 21:03:54</strong>
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				Lisle was a little confused by what was being done to her at first.&nbsp; She had expected either another jaw-straining blow-job, or the thick impalement of that shaft in her vagina.&nbsp; She continued to purr, though - it seemed to be an easier action to tolerate.<br><br>Then her eyes were caught by the motion of the fat head in and out of the channel of her cleavage.&nbsp; She watched as it disappeared, hidden by her pressed-together breasts, then just as suddenly appeared again, shiny and purple.<br><br><em>It looks like this when it's going inside me,</em> she thought.&nbsp; There was no way for her to know that, but she got a clear picture of wet slick walls being forced aside with each thrust.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>20-02-2009, 22:01:08</strong>
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				Gerlinde's breath began to emerge in little puffs from her nose.&nbsp; The high globes of her breast deepened their blush, such that Lisle kitty - so near their tender swell - might feel that round radiance.&nbsp; She began to feel lean, bright fish swimming the tight tracts of her lower belly.&nbsp; The sensual had Gerlinde's attention firmly clasped in its hand.<br><br>Despite it, she nearly laughed as she saw Lisle pussy look down and watched those gleaming green eyes go wide.&nbsp; She applied more pressure to the firm breasts in her hands, fitting them close as a wax mold around the stroking of her penis.&nbsp; The flesh blushed in pinks and creams and hints of blue, the finest winks of vein rolling into view as the shiny skin was shifted by the invasion.&nbsp; Gerlinde began churning what she clasped to herself, kneading her penis with the breasts.<br><br>"Oh, <em>Lisle kitty</em>.&nbsp; To see your <em>face</em>."&nbsp; Gerlinde mused in a happy tone.&nbsp; She wondered what new thoughts, like fresh chemical compounds, were brewing up warm and bright behind those green eyes.&nbsp; "It's just precious.&nbsp; What are you thinking?"<br><br>Soon her cock's skin was glazed with strain.&nbsp; The slender stitching of the foreskin's wrinkles was almost smoothed away, and raw veins in rolling relief stuck up along the deep pink shaft.&nbsp; Each thrust nearly brushed Lisle kitty's chin or lips with the shiny glans.&nbsp; Friction made that purple cap shine like a jewel.&nbsp; Fragrance baked from it, enough to drizzle on Gerlinde's tongue, and she knew if she could scent it, Lisle kitty must be nuzzled by it.<br><br>"Is that nice?&nbsp; Just the rubbing?"&nbsp; She repeated, hooking her thumbs to push Lisle kitty's nipples like pegs into the tender saucers of her aureole.&nbsp; <br><br>Her balls began hitching.&nbsp; Semen heaved in brief jumps through the surging coil of her vas deferens.&nbsp; Her cock, too tight to expel, just piled on the seed.&nbsp; And Gerlinde swelled huge and searing, bringing a hiss to her lips and making her hands rub Lisle's compressed tits more vigorously, softness scraping the rising lust to a fever hot rawness.<br><br>"It feels so good to me.&nbsp; So peaceful."&nbsp; Gerlinde murmured, dragging Lisle pussy's breasts down so far, her glans' gleaming tip nearly lay on Lisle kitty's lower lip.&nbsp; She held there, subsiding into an inner allegro of tight strings singing in high notes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>21-02-2009, 02:20:35</strong>
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				"Th-thinking?" Lisle squeaked.&nbsp; The word brought the pink flash of a tongue into view, and sent a rush of the thick aromas surging into Lisle's nose and mouth.&nbsp; Her nipples had perked early on, and the fingers on them pressed like a telegraph, sending a Morse code of jolts through her.&nbsp; She could see the slick rising of the glans between her breasts, and could almost imagine she was seeing down <em>into</em> it, to where the semen was surely rising.&nbsp; Between her imaginings, her new chemistry and the sensory assault, she can feel seeping in her core.<br><br>"N-not calm," she finally answered.&nbsp; "B-but good," she hastened to add, to reassure Gerlinde that she was going to be a 'good kitty'.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>21-02-2009, 02:59:27</strong>
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				"Yes."&nbsp; Gerlinde brushed fingers through peach-firm flesh in a rippling motion.&nbsp; Her breath was getting staggered now.&nbsp; It came up her throat on hooves.&nbsp; Her penis was scintillating, tight as scalded skin.&nbsp; "When you...looked down...and saw."<br><br>Her chest began rolling in time with Lisle kitty's slide.&nbsp; The tempting vision of the tongue had set something frantic traveling her veins.&nbsp; Her climax wouldn't be long off.&nbsp; It had waited hours, after all - hours of breezy kitty breath on her tit; hours of Lisle puss pussy smell; hours of brushing bareness.&nbsp; She was ripe, splitting, between the gripping caress of Lisle kitty's breasts.<br><br>No, this was not calm.&nbsp; Lisle kitty was right.&nbsp; Just good.&nbsp; But Gerlinde had been good to Lisle kitty for long enough.&nbsp; Now it was time for them to be good to each other.<br><br>Under the tugging of the breasts, the grind of Gerlinde's cock brought the pinch of her glans' slit open wider.&nbsp; The meatus split its dark eye with every downward stroke.&nbsp; Those strokes spread the flush of her sex's flesh, until Gerlinde was covered in it.<br><br>"Tell...me..." Gerlinde urged in a clawed rumble.&nbsp; Her balls clenched.<br><br>A knock shivered the front door.<br><br>Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, Gerlinde thought.&nbsp; <br><br>"Tell me."&nbsp; It was a growl of demand now.&nbsp; She stroked swifter, rocking Lisle kitty almost violently around her aching need.&nbsp; <br><br>The knock came again, along with a man's voice.&nbsp; <br><br>"Doctor?&nbsp; You in there?"<br><br>It was Kluge.&nbsp; Nice guy.&nbsp; Great shoebrush of black hair on his thirty pound head.&nbsp; Beefy and bold and, above all, nice.&nbsp; At least when he could afford to be.&nbsp; But Kluge was also obedient, and if he was knocking at this hour - well before Gerlinde expected him to drop by for nightly inspection - he would not be deterred.<br><br>"One moment."<br><br>A rare flash of embarrassment struck Gerlinde.&nbsp; She frowned subtly and made a note of asking Lisle puss later.<br><br>"Remember your reply."&nbsp; The gaze she shot into Lisle would have bolted the thought in place.<br><br>Then she tugged on pants, tossed the blanket over the bare kitty, and marched muttering to the door.<br><br>So much for calm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>21-02-2009, 04:47:04</strong>
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				Lisle shook like she was coming out of a trance as Gerlinde stalked to the door.&nbsp; Tentative fingers explored the soft canyon between her breasts, which still tingled from the friction of that thrusting shaft.&nbsp; What had just happened?&nbsp; What was about to happen when that other person knocked on the door?&nbsp; She couldn't imagine, but she was uneasy about the fact that she had been so taken in by it.&nbsp; Another exploration brought a swift blush as her fingers touched seething wetness between her legs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>21-02-2009, 05:36:43</strong>
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				Gerlinde does not know that Lisle kitty is touching the sparkling seam between her breasts, and finding her cock's spice still liberally scented there.&nbsp; She has no idea that Lisle kitty's face, peeking from the pile of the blanket, is flickering with lusty blushing.&nbsp; She did not feel or see the stinging excitement under its drape of wet that met Lisle kitty's fingertips between her legs with a leap of sensitized flesh.<br><br>If she had, she would have felt a lot better.&nbsp; As it was, she felt like a skinned peach - all wet and tenderness and ruddy vulnerability.&nbsp; The interruption kept her tense, right down to the bone, with anticipation.&nbsp; And bone was what her cock felt like - a spike of it getting the leather of her breeches' fly up and grinding on a tip about to burst like a bubble.&nbsp; Everything felt skinned.<br><br>Gerlinde didn't blame herself for keeping Lisle pussy locked in the solid crystal of her stare the whole way to the door.&nbsp; Her concern wasn't for herself.&nbsp; Annoyance, yes.&nbsp; Her skin was almost itchy as she tugged her field tunic over it.&nbsp; Not concern.&nbsp; That, she held entirely around Lisle puss.<br><br>She hid her cock's jut behind the angle of the door.&nbsp; Cracking it, she let Kluge in.<br><br>He entered like a side of beef wrapped in gray wool - SS cap, stocking cap, scarf and vast jacket.&nbsp; Even his boots were felt.&nbsp; Gerlinde wondered again - as she had many times - why a man so obviously vast needed any help staying warm.&nbsp; Then the gravity of Lisle kitty and the planetary tug of her testicles brought Gerlinde back to annoyance.<br><br>"Yes, Scharfuhrer." <br><br>Kluge shuffled in, clapping his puffy gloved hands.&nbsp; Frost seemed to radiate from him like heat would from an oven.<br><br>"Chilly day out there!"<br><br>Gerlinde nearly rolled her eyes as she sauntered to the back of the couch, standing somewhat in front of the spectacle of Lisle kitty.&nbsp; Kluge was drawing things out.&nbsp; Whether out of politeness, or shyness, or confusion, Kluge was unwilling to state the obvious.&nbsp; Gerlinde cut right to it, putting her hand on the couch so that her arm's angle hid Lisle.<br><br>"Looks like it could freeze fire, yes; that's the East for you - it's Hell's own chilly asshole." Gerlinde sped.&nbsp; She covered her slightly bared belly with one hand.&nbsp; Within, pulsations collided with the angry throbs from her cock's dying arousal, the simpering shivers of her moist pussy.&nbsp; She circled her hand there, rubbing the subtle tightness.&nbsp; "Speaking of which, why are you here?"<br><br>"Just had to do the inspections early."<br><br>"You could have done them outside.&nbsp; You normally just knock, say 'Hello!', then move on after I say I'm alright."<br><br>Kluge had to remember to nod sluggishly.&nbsp; Words came slower.&nbsp; "Right...Well, I..."<br><br>"She wants to see how the birthday gift is coming along."&nbsp; She - the secretary of the Kommandant.&nbsp; Hicke.<br><br>Kluge's smile faded.&nbsp; At least he was nodding smoother now.&nbsp; &nbsp;He leaned his heavy form to the side to grasp Lisle kitty in his stare.<br><br>"So how's she coming along?"<br><br>Gerlinde sighed explosively.&nbsp; Now the pulses of lust were sinking like bubbles in reverse, back to her core.&nbsp; But the tightness of her body was only growing.&nbsp; She imagined a noose closing about her neck, justifying its wire-stiff beat.&nbsp; She didn't like being under scrutiny.&nbsp; She didn't like the notion of her power being limited.&nbsp; Most of all, she loathed Hicke on a personal basis.<br><br>And just the mention of her name reminded Gerlinde that even the air she shared privately with Lisle kitty did not really belong to her.&nbsp; It could be taken back with the sound of a single word.&nbsp; The fact of that hit her like an open hand on the chest.&nbsp; <br><br>"She's in process."<br><br>"I won't critique." Kluge stepped up and plucked at Lisle kitty's blanket.&nbsp; His good humor soured instantly when exposed to the withering blue heat of her glare.&nbsp; Gerlinde felt poisoned.&nbsp; She knew her glare must have the same effect.&nbsp; Her hand sealed the deal, clapping down on Kluge's and holding the blanket onto Lisle kitty.<br><br>"You won't critique because you won't see anything to critique."&nbsp; Gerlinde slipped defensively nearer Lisle kitty, practically perching on the couch.<br><br>Kluge sank through four levels of emotion: Disappointment.&nbsp; Discomfort.&nbsp; Doubt.&nbsp; Then despair.&nbsp; A slouched and bitter despair.&nbsp; The kind that was all the worse for having become rotten with advanced age.&nbsp; Gerlinde recognized it as well.&nbsp; She looked in the mirror often enough.&nbsp; By the time Kluge was done, his mood was in the stinking troughs of his felt boots.<br><br>Sympathy almost touched Gerlinde.&nbsp; The stiffness in her stung it to death.&nbsp; Her hand held defensively over Lisle puss.&nbsp; <br><br>She didn't quite know why.&nbsp; Why didn't matter here.&nbsp; She would figure it out later.&nbsp; For now, it was enough that she wanted it.&nbsp; She held to the belief that that was enough to change the spin of the world on its axis.<br><br>But Kluge's tone had begging in it.&nbsp; "Come on, Doc.&nbsp; You know I have to see."<br><br>Gerlinde's glare had gone from sharp to sad by the time it settled on Lisle puss.&nbsp; She held it there.&nbsp; It was strong despite its softness.&nbsp; Liquid with emotion but powerful; like oceans.&nbsp; Her grip shifted - from Kluge's hand to the blanket.&nbsp; <br><br>"Be calm, Lisle kitty."&nbsp; Gerlinde commanded.&nbsp; Hard.&nbsp; Because this would be hard.&nbsp; She would have to be harder.<br><br>She drew the blanket back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>21-02-2009, 06:00:43</strong>
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				Lisle clapped her hands in front of her hips, crossing them at the wrists to cover as much of her sex as possible.&nbsp; It did not conceal the stubs of fingers.&nbsp; It did not conceal the remnants of her legs.&nbsp; To her own disgust, it did not even conceal the last knuckle-length of her new clitoris.&nbsp; The one thing it did conceal was the trimmed and slightly wet folds of her pussy, and she was sure that the scent of arousal was strong enough to reach this unfamiliar person.<br><br>Defensively, her shoulders hunched, and she lifted those shocking green eyes to look from one officer to the other.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>21-02-2009, 06:34:02</strong>
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				"No, kitty; no."&nbsp; Gerlinde's hands were led by instinct to gather swift and soft about Lisle puss' wrist.&nbsp; Not instinct to strip Lisle kitty.&nbsp; Survival instinct.&nbsp; A shudder of cold worry bounced against her heart.&nbsp; It was a matter of Lisle kitty's survival that she not do that again.&nbsp; The shudder ran so deep, Gerlinde knew she was worried about her own survival as well.<br><br>She drew Lisle kitty's arm back to Lisle's side.&nbsp; Her gaze on Lisle puss told her how severe the transgression was.&nbsp; Her voice was grim and fine as ink on a death warrant.&nbsp; "Never cover up by yourself.&nbsp; Never."<br><br>Her other hand grabbed the back of Lisle puss' head by the hair; fingers caught in an unforgiving grip.&nbsp; A tuft of hair was grasped, the scalp not so much as tugged.&nbsp; Lisle pussy was entirely held there - held by the potential energy of Gerlidne's possession.&nbsp; Gerlinde used that grasp to keep Lisle kitty's face turned up toward hers.<br><br>She didn't want Lisle kitty to have to look away - to think she could hide her eyes.&nbsp; She didn't want her to have to look at Kluge - at the coarse man with all his meaty interest.&nbsp; And Gerlinde did not want a single glimmer, twitch or blush on Lisle kitty's face to escape her. <br><br>She wanted all of Lisle pussy.&nbsp; She showed this.&nbsp; She held tight to her head and put eyes down, down through Lisle puss, until their glinting blue embedded its electricity in her runny, fragrant core.<br><br>"It's alright, Lisle.&nbsp; Kluge won't hurt you."<br><br>Kluge wasn't even inhaling deep.&nbsp; Gerlinde knew why.&nbsp; Sexual arousal in an inmate was nothing fresh to him.&nbsp; Even Lisle's nudity merited only the slightest slowing of his glance.&nbsp; <br><br>Gerlinde didn't mind.&nbsp; More for her to savor.&nbsp; Her nostrils flexed wide, demostratively sucking Lisle pussy's scent from the air.&nbsp; She pointedly glanced down to the seeping, swollen slit and its high red candle of a clitoris.&nbsp; <br><br>Kluge was more fascinated with the other aspects of Lisle kitty.&nbsp; Eyes washed around her uncanny legs, spun over her paws.&nbsp; They waded in her eyes before running back down again.<br><br>"She's...certainly unusual." Kluge said, rubbing his bristly chin.<br><br>Gerlinde stabbed a glance at him; just a slash.&nbsp; Was he being insulting?&nbsp; "She's beautiful.&nbsp; Beyond beautiful."<br><br>"Sure.&nbsp; Eyes especially."&nbsp; And now Kluge was backpedalling, sounding apologetic almost.&nbsp; "I'm sure there'll be plenty of guards piling up to have a poke at her."<br><br>Bile leapt to Gerlinde's throat.&nbsp; It couldn't make it far past the tightening fire.&nbsp; She remained placid as an ivory knife.&nbsp; She breathed deeper of Lisle kitty, tightened her grip, all the same.<br><br>"She's an indoor cat.&nbsp; Kommandant's own."&nbsp; Gerlinde said flatly.<br><br>"The Kommandant is generous." Kluge was trying to sound reassuring.&nbsp; He raised a smile to Gerlinde.&nbsp; It toppled like old brick when he caught sight of her.<br><br>A moment of silence passed between them.&nbsp; It wasn't quiet, though.&nbsp; Not with Gerlinde's pulse playing cymbals behind her ears.&nbsp; If anything, it only made them louder.&nbsp; She ended it with a sentence like a stroke of the horsewhip.<br><br>"Go tell Hicke that."<br><br>Kluge began shuffling for the door, leaving lingering looks on Lisle kitty.&nbsp; By the time he opened it, Gerlinde had lowered Lisle kitty such that she was only a gripped tuft of hair above the profile of the couch's back.&nbsp; He waved to her all the same, then to Gerlinde.<br><br>"Thanks for your time, Doc.&nbsp; See you at poker."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>21-02-2009, 06:45:20</strong>
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				Lisle's shoulders hunched a little more, although she kept her gaze on Gerlinde.&nbsp; She didn't want to look at Kluge.&nbsp; She didn't want to see the lust she heard in his voice.&nbsp; When he mentioned the rest of the guards, she trembled fiercely, and fear filled the emerald eyes.<br><br><em>Kommandant's own.</em>&nbsp; The sentence that had doomed her yesterday seemed a beneficence now, and there was a cautious relaxing to her limbs.&nbsp; Only someone observing her closely would notice it.&nbsp; Not until he was gone did she let her near-panic show.<br><br>"I won't be handed around to the guards, will I, Gerlinde?"&nbsp; There was a note of fracture in her voice, bright and sharp as glass shards.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>21-02-2009, 07:02:30</strong>
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				Easter.&nbsp; It had been Easter when Gerlinde had first seen so perfect an icon - Saint Agatha, she thought - so exquisitely fine of feature, so sublimely lovely, that it had filled her heart to brimming with a peace like holy water.&nbsp; She fixed that image in her mind - the snowball face, the gentleness of the lips, the temperate, timeless heaven of the blue eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>Gerlinde tried to look like that now, for Lisle kitty.&nbsp; She tried to look like Easter.<br><br>"You will not, Lisle kitty.&nbsp; You will only for one person, and she will keep you in a blanket just as nice as that one, and feed you what you like, and you can sleep in warm places all day."<br><br>Inside, she felt like crucifixion.&nbsp; <br><br>Bile queued up sour and simmering behind some tears in her throat.&nbsp; Heart trying to tear the bars out of its cell.&nbsp; Cock a piece of burst tire.&nbsp; Skin just a sack of shapely rubber.&nbsp; Sick.&nbsp; Everywhere sick.<br><br>She smiled the kind of smile that could sweeten tea with a look.&nbsp; Gerlinde's hand released and ran down Lisle kitty's head, petting her hair back into place, just as fluid and smooth as when she had put bath water on her before.&nbsp; The hand had a rhythm that was good and true.&nbsp; <br><br>Inside, she felt like nothing fit and was tossing about like snapped tendon.<br><br>Nothing fit, because she had almost certainly lied.&nbsp; Lying was bad enough to someone who at least enjoyed amorously flirting with the truth, as Gerlinde did.&nbsp; In this instance, it was worse.&nbsp; She had almost certainly lied to Lisle kitty.&nbsp; She did it so well, it required a good measure of lying to herself.<br><br>And lying meant something far more horrible than a perversion of truth.&nbsp; It meant that she was not powerful enough to be honest.&nbsp; A powerful person would face the truth.&nbsp; They would change it to suit their needs or they would overcome it.&nbsp; They would at least suffer it. <br><br>Lying meant Gerlinde's power was slipping.<br><br>She nuzzled Lisle kitty's face.&nbsp; "You go slide into bed.&nbsp; I just need to see to something, then I will be in."<br><br>The smile spread.&nbsp; The sick feeling inside spread faster.&nbsp; Gerlinde gazed potently into Lisle, sipping her pussy scent from the air and stroking bold.&nbsp; And to the green she saw, she showed only confidence.&nbsp; <br><br>In that green reflection, she could almost begin to believe her lie as it resolved with bright, hopeful clarity.&nbsp; She wanted to.&nbsp; But she would need to clear some of the poison, sick and sourness from inside before she cleared her thoughts enough to figure out how to turn that believed lie into a truth.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>21-02-2009, 07:41:43</strong>
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				Lisle slid off the couch, still a little unsteady with navigating anything more than a few inches above the floor.&nbsp; Once on the floor, she was able to walk more 'normally' towards the room that she had woken up in.&nbsp; She saw nothing of Gerlinde's inner torment, and if she detected that the words were a lie, she chose to believe them rather than face an uglier truth.<br><br>Inside the bedroom, she faced another decision.&nbsp; She had been told to get into bed, and there were two in there - a circular pet bed, which was a step towards acceptance, and the doctor's own bed, which looked impossible to get up on by herself.<br><br>She huffed out a sigh.&nbsp; Maybe with practice - but she hadn't lived with these legs long enough.&nbsp; She went over to the pet bed and curled up in it, feeling a pang in her gut at the isolation of it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>21-02-2009, 18:28:40</strong>
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				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.&nbsp; Its accumulation had been far more subtle, but it was no less explosive now.&nbsp; Gerlinde began weeping.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; All the events of the past day wadded up like layers of nitroglycerin, wet and deadly, detonating in her chest:&nbsp; Warping someone into her vision of some sick dream.&nbsp; Finding a true gentleness and dearness in another person.&nbsp; Having to prepare that person to serve a capricious figure of true mortal terror.&nbsp; Having to submit to all these tasks.&nbsp; Having to be in charge of them at the same time.&nbsp; Having sex.&nbsp; Having eaten.&nbsp; Having her period on the way.<br><br>All too much.&nbsp; Gerlinde leaned on her fridge and bawled.&nbsp; <br><br>The lie had been that proverbial last straw.&nbsp; She heaved in a breath and flailed for some way to make that lie come true.&nbsp; But there was no way; there was no way.<br><br>Lisle kitty had been made to please in all and every way.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; And all of this, Gerlinde had to prepare her for.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Try as she might, Gerlinde could not find the images arousing.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Some protection.&nbsp; Some deterrent.&nbsp; <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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; She gathered herself, wiped her face of all but its miserable blush.&nbsp; That embarrassed glow was rid when she took her tunic off.&nbsp; She looked down at the ripe generosity of her breasts and felt stately again.&nbsp; She had had a good idea.&nbsp; 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:&nbsp; Being inside Lisle puss.&nbsp; Her cock began to cautiously lift itself up again, heavy with petulance.&nbsp; The semen collected in her scrotum was a pile of quartz, pressing her awakening prostate.&nbsp; <br><br>Gerlinde was well on her way to fully erect as she reached the cat bed.&nbsp; 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.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>21-02-2009, 20:40:23</strong>
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				The scent of the roca reached Lisle before anything else.&nbsp; Her eyes blinked open and fixed on the object held almost too close to focus on before lifting to see Gerlinde's face.<br><br>She had to believe that smile.&nbsp; She had to believe things were going to be okay.&nbsp; To believe that the other officer's desires were the truth of the matter would lead to madness.&nbsp; Images of leering guards taking advantage of her limited mobility spawned and were just as quickly squashed.<br><br>Delicately, she lipped the confection from between those fingers, her eyes dropping to the spear of flesh beyond them at the same time.&nbsp; She could tell that the interruption was over.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>21-02-2009, 20:58:58</strong>
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				Things were mellowing quickly.&nbsp; Gerlinde felt her firm conviction in her new idea insulate her bones against the trembling remnants of her worry and woe.&nbsp; Soon the glow rose again from her flesh.&nbsp; Things began to melt back into a lazy brew of arousal.&nbsp; It made her think of wet, soft things, and she raised her palm with the little leavings of the candy on it to Lisle's mouth.&nbsp; Her other hand found the slender horizon between Lisle puss' navel and vagina, spread her on her back to with caress, and began to stroke there.<br><br>"Good kitty."&nbsp; Gerlinde called Lisle kitty, as she arranged herself on all fours.&nbsp; Her hand brushed back and forth on the silky space of Lisle kitty's belly's lower reaches.&nbsp; She imagined the petting's resonance stirring through the ripe ovaries and the little pink velvet change-purse of Lisle kitty's uterus.&nbsp; Each stroke clipped the base of Lisle kitty's upright clitoris with her wrist.&nbsp; "Good that you kept your eyes on me when I had hold of your hair."<br><br>Gerlinde sank her head toward the source of the scent that had been tempting her with creamy fingers all day.&nbsp; Her breasts bulged below her, their ache becoming unstill in the hand of gravity.&nbsp; Her cock felt straight and stiff, poised with readiness but patient.&nbsp; All swung slightly under her as she lowered her face to the trim, copiously wet narrow under its garland of trim hair.<br><br>She took another breath.&nbsp; It ignited by the time it hit the center of her throat, the oiliness flaming, adding to the burn in her.&nbsp; Her nose was near enough to nudge one slender labia.&nbsp; She let it.&nbsp; The curve of her nose stroked up and down Lisle kitty's clitoris like a bent finger.<br><br>"Tell me what you were thinking before."&nbsp; Gerlinde's breath wriggled and pushed into Lisle kitty's pussy.&nbsp; Her hand gathered the side of Lisle kitty's face, grasping her in place and dragging a possessive thumb over her lips.&nbsp; <br><br>Her glans and breasts were swollen - great drops of oil about to pop with heat.&nbsp; Gerlinde kept calm.&nbsp; There was no need for urgency, after all.&nbsp; The crisis would be averted.&nbsp; The idea was in place.&nbsp; All that remained was to remain firm and steadily see it through.<br><br>Gerlinde's cock firmed to a shudder as she began drawing her open lips, pressed to Lisle kitty's vagina, up and down the slash, darting out a tongue to strike the raw, nerve-rich hollows and spike.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>21-02-2009, 21:20:55</strong>
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				Gerlinde's current actions sent Lisle's thoughts into a stutter-step as the question was asked.&nbsp; She had to reach back and collect the words of the question she'd been asked before Kluge came in, and then fit them into the puzzle-pieces of an answer.<br><br>"When - you were rubbing me?&nbsp; And I looked down?&nbsp; It - It looked like I was - seeing inside myself," she answered.&nbsp; Gerlinde's breath and tongue were adding to the warm wet below, paradoxically fueling the burn that had started earlier.&nbsp; The swollen spike of her clitoris swayed with every nudge, almost like a wagging tail in itself. <br><br>When Lisle had been guided to put her mouth on Gerlinde's male sex, she had felt very helpless, in a situation beyond her control.&nbsp; Despite the similar position, Gerlinde looked very much in control, like a lioness feasting on the soft belly of her prey.&nbsp; Like that prey, Lisle was sure that she couldn't resist.&nbsp; It was already too late.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>21-02-2009, 22:17:30</strong>
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				Gerlinde did feel as though she were dining.&nbsp; Sampling delectably on Lisle kitty's pussy, she paid exquisite attention to all the treats of the experience.&nbsp; She was a conqueror at a feast, browsing the well-sauced spoils.<br><br>She was back in control.&nbsp; The curl of her tongue that sliced Lisle kitty's labia open and coiled inside the clutch beyond slid from a smile.&nbsp; Gerlinde set the lower lip of that smile against the base of Lisle kitty's seeping hollow, making a velvet couch for pussy nectar to coil up on.&nbsp; The couch nuzzled for more against the tense opening as Gerlinde spoke.<br><br>"Yes.&nbsp; That is how it looks inside you."&nbsp; Gerlinde rumbled, pausing to tap Lisle puss' clitoris with her nose. Her fingers began a light-footed dance over Lisle kitty's mouth.&nbsp; "All that, stuffed inside.&nbsp; Moving inside you.&nbsp; In such a tight space."<br><br>She decked Lisle kitty's vagina in sparkling kisses.&nbsp; Tugged on its lips with hers.&nbsp; Lolled a tongue over them while they were in her mouth.&nbsp; Dug into the hollow.&nbsp; So much for her to sample - the spicy musk to be sucked from the quaking rind; the nervous cling of the vagina's hole; the hive of trembles to explore in the honeyed folds; the nerves to hunt and spear; the sheer pleasure of licking.<br><br>As Gerlinde licked and sucked, petting Lisle kitty's mouth invitingly and excavating her eyes with a stare, she interspersed words, breathing them hard on Lisle puss' clitoris:&nbsp; "It never...feels like it will...fit.&nbsp; And you...are so tight...even when it does...rubbing around me...like you are...trying so hard...to hold me in..."<br><br>All the while, her own pussy ran sympathetically.&nbsp; Sticky strands soon drizzled over her meaty scrotum, and dripped from the flaring hot tip of her penis.<br><br>She raked her lower teeth smoothly over the underbelly of Lisle pussy's clitoris.&nbsp; Her upper lip folded over its tip.&nbsp; It brought her idea - her protection of Lisle kitty - back to her mind.&nbsp; Gerlinde shoved her mouth to Lisle kitty's pussy hole, giving the ripe and musky vagina a fierce parting kiss, sucking the staining juices from the hot red socket.<br><br>"Let me give you an idea of how good you make me feel when you hold me inside."&nbsp; Gerlinde said, rubbing the heart-shaped face.<br><br>Then she drew her cheeks into an airless pocket.&nbsp; She got her tongue undulating inside.&nbsp; And she parted her lips just enough - just a pinched opening with wet drizzling out.&nbsp; <br><br>In a single smooth motion, she pushed her face down, looking Lisle puss in the eyes as she forced Lisle kitty's high clitoris to pierce into her mouth and so into the incredible, quavering tightness of its interior.<br><br>She held that interior flexibly firm around the whole small shaft.&nbsp; She worked around it with suckling pressure.&nbsp; Smoothly, she began to tug at it with the swallowing of her throat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 03:44:44</strong>
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				The words were hypnotic, reminding her of what she had seen, what she had imagined.&nbsp; Panting curls of breath wreathed Gerlinde's fingers, occasionally joined by a wet tonguetip as Lisle wet her lips.&nbsp; None of it was intentional, but all of it was being seared slowly into her mind.<br><br>And then, like a brand, Gerlinde's lips closed around her engorged and extended clitoris.&nbsp; Lisle's back arched and a hiss of breath filled her lungs.&nbsp; If this was how it felt to be inside someone...<br><br>It was simultaneously dizzying and clarifying.&nbsp; Even though there was no seed trying to force its way out of her, she could feel the heat rushing from root to tip.&nbsp; Even though she had no balls to tense, she felt a clutching in her pussy.&nbsp; The high, mewling sounds that had made Gerlinde so happy before rose unbidden as the thousands of extra nerve endings all fired at once.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 04:12:21</strong>
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				This was where she was most comfortable, Gerlinde thought as she undulated her mouth like a punctured anemone around the spike of Lisle kitty's clitoris.&nbsp; Not sucking - no, rather, teaching.&nbsp; Explaining how things worked.<br><br>Gerlinde had been born in a Munich hospital, but her home was a Munich lectern, a Munich anarchist's teach-in, a Munich library study hall.&nbsp; She was at home here, and glowed with that peculiar sense of completion that one felt when snug in a place that fit their shape exactly.<br><br>She lifted her head from the jutting flesh and, keeping its gristly tension balancing the veiny underside of her tongue, she tapped and stroked it with her words.<br><br>"That is just how it feels.&nbsp; And then...you begin to <em>move</em>."<br><br>She dove her head down again, lips open just enough to allow the round tip to pierce them.&nbsp; They did not part; they clenched down softly in emulation of a vagina's clasp.&nbsp; Her tongue quivered busily about the head, rubbing it with fevered ripples.&nbsp; Her cheeks massaged it.&nbsp; She moaned in a staggered rhythm, voicing her pleasure and letting the rumble of breath froth about the shaft of clitoral meat clasped so tightly.<br><br>Then, she began to move.&nbsp; Her throat buzzing and catching, Gerlinde shifted her head like hips might shift, in a subtle pistoning and definite grinding.&nbsp; She churned her face like Lisle kitty's hips might churn around her cock, and tensed suddenly like Lisle kitty's sheath might tense, and slid lovingly up and down, suckling at the bud.<br><br>Throughout, her eyes stayed in Lisle kitty's, flashing their lesson as she worked steadily to incite a crescendo of pleasure.<br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 08:10:26</strong>
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				The more Gerlinde sucked, the more she moved, the more Lisle was washed with a storm-swell of sensation.&nbsp; And bit by bit, that storm-swell eroded the thoughts of future torments until there was only that moment.<br><br>That moment stretched longer and longer, and it was feeling as though her clitoris was stretching with it.&nbsp; It hadn't - that had stabilized, but with the warm wet surrounding all of it, there was no frame of reference.<br><br>Her hips bucked, and cream was trickling in a steady stream from her labia - and the moment seemed to be infinite.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 08:57:36</strong>
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				The moment seems infinite for Gerlinde as well - as boundless as the stretching of Lisle kitty's heaving clitoris - all the details boundless, tumid: The panting of breath that plastered creamy scent down Gerlinde's throat, the tug of actual salty tastes from the silken skin so infused with them, the shudders, the eight thousand nerve endings all licked individually and licked at once, the feel of Lisle puss' soft nudity and of her own on all fours, the weep from her pussy as tight as a velvet fist, the movement, the fierce emulation of fucking.<br><br>Then the moment is over for her, punctured by the fat urgency of her aching penis, and she is atop Lisle kitty - her sore breasts smothering Lisle kitty's racing heartbeat in crushed mountains, hands grabbing tight hair and sopping Lisle kitty pussy, mouth descending.&nbsp; Gerlinde hardly knows how she got there.&nbsp; She knows only that she has to be there; has to be bearing down on the kitty, holding kitty's vagina open and raw and wide, and putting her penis' head there.<br><br>Gerlinde kisses.&nbsp; Her mouth is wild with width, and it closes again and again on Lisle kitty's, drawing thirsty as the glue of Lisle kitty's vagina juices fuse their lips.&nbsp; Her bulging glans stoppers the hole of Lisle kitty's pussy, clotting that weep and forcing it to grip hysterically.&nbsp; She shoves in words between dives of her tongue.<br><br>"Now you <em>know</em>."&nbsp; The sentence is snapped off with a gasp.&nbsp; Nipples rake.&nbsp; Glans flesh gouges, rubbing like a barbell trying to enter a rosebud.&nbsp; There is no distance between the green eyes and the eyes of electric fire.&nbsp; <br><br>If Gerlinde could think, she would think that this is right.&nbsp; This is as things should be.&nbsp; This is how she is meant to feel, forever.&nbsp; <br><br>She can't think.&nbsp; Where there was once thinking, there is only rutting.&nbsp; She ruts, grinding into Lisle's socket to loosen and tease with a cock head soaked with her own nectar.<br><br>"You know how I <em>feel</em>.&nbsp; How <em>wonderful </em>I feel."&nbsp; Gerlinde licks inside kitty's mouth.&nbsp; She pulverizes kitty's breasts with hers.&nbsp; She hints at penetration, hunching against the tiny opening.&nbsp; Her balls, fist thick, hit Lisle kitty's anus, winning a throaty gasp from her.&nbsp; "Down there...<br><br>"And here."&nbsp; Her hand slides between the fusion of their bodies to cup Lisle kitty's heart.<br><br>She moans a kiss into Lisle kitty's mouth - an open-eye kiss, stirred by the smooth slide of her belly back and forth on Lisle puss' clitoris as her cock continues to prod.<br><br>"And how...when I feel you bare and close."<br><br>Her hips tense to leather; they begin to screw in.&nbsp; Elastic petals part fit to tear.&nbsp; Her hand slides down to that opening.<br><br>"When I smell you...smell you moistening..."<br><br>Her hips go rock hard; they begin to push the flared head in.&nbsp; Elastic convulses, caves, yields.&nbsp; Her hand slides down lower, touching Lisle kitty's bottom hole.<br><br>"I need to go <em>inside</em>."&nbsp; Gerlinde's eyes flash in the eyes lash-distance below.&nbsp; Her hips swing forward firmly.&nbsp; Elastic turns to a panic of wet silk swallowing a huge knob of flesh.&nbsp; Her finger enters the ring of Lisle kitty's anus, sliding the oily line of heavy nectar to fit up to the knuckle and churn.<br><br>Gerlinde gasps.&nbsp; Her eyes flutter.&nbsp; Her belly is bending Lisle kitty's clitoris double, and her finger's tip is inside a fiercely tight little anus, and there is no room in the swollen burn of her breasts to breathe.&nbsp; And it feels perfect.&nbsp; Perfect, because her cock has cleaved into Lisle puss and that soaked, swollen sheath is gnashing around the whole of her glans.<br><br>She is inside.<br><br>"Understand...Lisle kitty?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 19:13:35</strong>
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				The moment ended in an explosion of movement.&nbsp; Lisle was bow-string tight when Gerlinde finally snapped and turned from a source of warm suction to a driving piston.&nbsp; She cried out once in surprise before her mouth was covered with her own scent and taste, before the steel-bright eyes have hers trapped.<br><br>The piston pressed harder, stretching walls that would never be accustomed to its size.&nbsp; Lisle feels a strange flip-flop as the memory of the suckling of her clit superimposes over her pussy sucking at Gerlinde's cock.<br><br><em>Inside.</em><br><br>Another pressure - this time where the enema bottle had invaded her, lubricated this time with the trickling of her own juices.&nbsp; A soft whimper entered Gerlinde's mouth as Lisle remembered that event.<br><br><em>Inside.</em><br><br>She felt the thin layer of tissue pressed between finger and cock, the wet intrusion of Gerlinde's mouth on hers.&nbsp; No part of her was safe from invasion.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Do you understand?</em><br><br>Lisle managed a nod.&nbsp; She couldn't speak through the kisses.&nbsp; She couldn't speak through the sensation of being stretched over that thick rod.&nbsp; She couldn't speak through the disturbingly intense feeling of having Gerlinde's finger buried inside her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 19:40:52</strong>
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				That nod was enough to send Gerlinde into ecstasy.&nbsp; Lisle kitty understood.&nbsp; She understood the ache now.&nbsp; She understood the need.&nbsp; Just like she would now and forever understand what it was to be subject to it.<br><br>The 'now' took over.&nbsp; Forever was inseparable from it.&nbsp; Inside Lisle puss' clasping body, there was only the thrilling continuity of the act and the urgency inspiring its motions.&nbsp; In all the ways she pierced Lisle kitty, Gerlinde bore down, drew back in savor, plunged deep into yielding again.<br><br>Her finger stroked tidally in the covetous fever of Lisle kitty's anus, caressing the tender partition of tissue.&nbsp; Her tongue teased over the sweep of Lisle kitty's from her open, slow kisses.&nbsp; Her penis slid in and out of the impossibility of tightness that was Lisle kitty's vagina - that space that seemed not to exist until she carved it open and found it wet, burning, clutching in welcome.&nbsp; Her eyes shot deep into green, moist answer.&nbsp; Her hips felt beautifully smooth as they tensed and relaxed, spearing her broad cock's veined length into Lisle kitty, slapping against her own embedded finger with her bloated testicles.&nbsp; Everything felt beautiful and smooth.<br><br>The friction sparked along the busy length of the penetration.&nbsp; It brought smoke into Gerlinde's lungs.&nbsp; She sent it into Lisle's throat with her kisses.&nbsp; She felt it rumble against the outside of her compressed breasts' scalding sensitivity as it filled Lisle.&nbsp; She dug for it with her finger - not too deep; she didn't need to dig deep to feel that Lisle's tiny hole was surrendering there.&nbsp; <br><br>Gerlinde sawed and pushed until her breath caught in the wires of heat rising up through her from her testicles.&nbsp; Her prostate felt like a firecracker about to run out of fuse.&nbsp; She broke the furnace circuit of their kiss - pet the side of Lisle kitty's face with a handful of hair; pet the spongy quaking of Lisle kitty's rectum.<br><br>"You...understand...why..."<br><br>She had to switch positions.&nbsp; 'Forever' was coming to its eruptive end.&nbsp; Gerlinde took a deep breath.<br><br>Then she moved Lisle pussy - she used her hand to tilt Lisle kitty onto her side.&nbsp; Now Gerlinde's cock was pistoning steady and in heaving pulses along a fresh angle.&nbsp; It was tighter this way.&nbsp; Tighter was good.<br><br>With Lisle kitty on her side and Gerlinde raised up erect over her, Gerlinde stroked in and out of that tightening flex, cock massaging the muscle around that seemed about to crack from all the heat.&nbsp; She looked down, glancing at the flop of Lisle kitty's clitoris before returning to her eyes.<br><br>"You...know...why...I...need..."<br><br>Gerlinde grunted; she bore down on her prostate, forcing it not to explode.&nbsp; Whipping her head back, she began sliding faster, using the motion to abate the clotting feeling of semen behind the timber of her cock.&nbsp; Quicksilver was trying to geyser through solid wood; Gerlinde couldn't let it yet.&nbsp; Not when there was more to savor.<br><br>"...why...I need...you to...put me...inside...whenever...you see...me....<em>hard</em>."<br><br>Minutes were spent on penetration and penetration alone: Glare.&nbsp; Cock.&nbsp; Finger.&nbsp; All lancing into Lisle kitty and quaking to drive deeper in climax whenever Lisle kitty's sounds touched her ears.<br><br>And then climax reached its hot, sticky fingers to almost touch inevitability.&nbsp; And then Gerlinde shifted Lisle kitty again.&nbsp; And she turned Lisle kitty's legs around her waist, and lifted the girl up to ride her, breast to breast, chin to chin.<br><br>She pounded up into Lisle kitty, pounding in her demand, giving it the form of instruction with her words.<br><br>"Whenever you see...me hard..."<br><br>Gerlinde's glans felt big and red and tender as a tomato.&nbsp; She knocked it against Lisle kitty's womb.&nbsp; She stroked her shaft through Lisle kitty's bottom hole.<br><br>"...I need you...to put me..."<br><br>She bounced her fast and fused their bodies tight, so that the impacts just rubbed Lisle kitty against her in a fever.<br><br>"<em>Inside</em>."<br><br>Gerlinde began arching up, trying to staple this instruction - this primal fact; this urge - into Lisle kitty.&nbsp; Trying to impale her on it.&nbsp; There felt like no way for Lisle kitty to stretch more.&nbsp; She was so much storm and wet and straining silk in Gerlinde's arms and around Gerlinde's cock and finger.&nbsp; <br><br>It made Gerlinde drive firmer.<br><br>"<em>Understand</em>?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 20:00:10</strong>
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				The ferocity was terrifying.&nbsp; The penetration was overwhelming.&nbsp; The instruction was almost secondary.<br><br>Almost.&nbsp; Through the sobbing breaths that sounded in her ears, those words pounded into her as thoroughly as Gerlinde's thick shaft.<br><br>This was what life was going to be from now on.&nbsp; When she saw Gerlinde erect, it meant she was to be used to relieve that.&nbsp; And when she was given to the Kommandant, the same rules would apply.&nbsp; Another sob welled in her throat, and burst into being.<br><br>She didn't want this, but she would have to do it in order to survive.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 20:17:51</strong>
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				Just as Lisle kitty's mewls and nod had summoned a lively urge to fuse to Gerlinde, Lisle kitty's sob stung her.<br><br>The moment was still "special."&nbsp; It was special in the way Lisle kitty was to be made "special."&nbsp; It was transformative and penetrating and powerful.&nbsp; It was still heady with arousal.&nbsp; Gerlinde still swelled fit to burst.<br><br>But it was no longer sublime.&nbsp; Notions of this being some heavenly connection were transmuted - they went from shared pleasure to a shared pain.&nbsp; Gerlinde's mind began to drift around this new, round grief that orbited from Lisle puss' heart to her own.<br><br>"Shhh," she hushed in soothing tones, petting Lisle pussy's head and petting the gripping interior of her sundered ass.&nbsp; She bucked faster into Lisle puss' interior, goring toward her belly, feeling the bumps through the press of their joined bellies.<br><br>Moments before, she had been sharing the nature of the lust they both bore.&nbsp; Now, they shared another bond: That they were both girls transformed by the Reich for its perverse and predatory purpose.<br><br>"Shhh." Gerlinde hushed, kissing lightly.&nbsp; "Shhh."<br><br>She stroked swift and thick in Lisle kitty, but the imminence of orgasm had receded.&nbsp; Instead, Gerlinde's tension was snarled in her thoughts.&nbsp; She looked into Lisle, making a study of reflections:&nbsp; She had been a young girl with dreams of quietude and calm pleasures.&nbsp; She had been a woman who wanted a husband and a car and some space to store dreams in and dust off from time to time.&nbsp; She had wanted love.&nbsp; She had wanted her body.<br><br>She missed being as she was.&nbsp; And it was that conclusion - that pang - that made her cock into a stiff, dumb thing inside Lisle kitty.<br><br>Gerlinde worked into Lisle.&nbsp; That was the word for it - it was work.&nbsp; She had a task, a mission; it had been bolted into her body.&nbsp; She had to obey it.&nbsp; Liking it was incidental.&nbsp; <br><br>Gerlinde stopped shushing.&nbsp; She kept Lisle clasped close, but did not pet.&nbsp; Her finger pushed insistently at the underside of her cock, forcing the seed to stir up.<br><br>She did not want this body.&nbsp; She did not want the cock.&nbsp; She did not want to be inside such pain.<br><br>The cock did, though.&nbsp; And though Gerlinde's heart tried to tug away, her flesh drilled deeper.&nbsp; Her touches inspired it back to steamy flaring.&nbsp; She hastened toward her spending, and her penis burned with thanks and bulged.<br><br>Until it burst.<br><br>Gerlinde orgasmed in silence, while her cock spoke volumes into the clutch of Lisle kitty's body, writing line after line of sizzling semen on the sweet sheath around it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>22-02-2009, 22:25:58</strong>
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				Lisle clung to the one solid object at hand - coincidentally, the same person who had done all of these things to her - Gerlinde.&nbsp; Whimpers and sobs were replaced by soft grunts, interspersed with the occasional high gasp as something inside - whether her body's stretched surfaces or Gerlinde's insistent friction on them - sent a shock up her spine.<br><br>The extreme stimulation didn't allow her to last much longer.&nbsp; Another gasp, subtly different from the others, and a screwing up of those bright emerald eyes heralded a spasm that went through her entire body as it acknowledged the warm spurts of fluid gushing into her.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 15:25:53</strong>
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				Where Gerlinde was, blame could not survive.<br><br>Something about the aquatic glow in her chest, perhaps.&nbsp; Something about the starry vacuum caught behind her fluttering eyelids.&nbsp; Something in the pressure that took her middle almost gently in hand, and pushed - pushed through the spout of her prostate, past the flinching perimeter of her seeping sex, out the long path of her embedded penis.&nbsp; Blame couldn't survive in that environment.&nbsp; Guilt died with it.&nbsp; Darkness winked around, suffocated by an agonizing light.<br><br>Gerlinde spent and forgot her shared isolation, forgot its causes, felt only the beat of her flesh.&nbsp; That beat swept her up like a drum's cadence in its earthy current, huge rushes of fluid drowning out everything but for their thrilling climb into Lisle puss' clenching body.&nbsp; Gerlinde's flesh sang.&nbsp; <br><br>She snatched Lisle kitty's head and brought it close to her neck.&nbsp; Cradling her there, holding with a trembling solidity, Gerlinde snapped her hips to inspire the flow.&nbsp; Her prostate throbbed in sympathy, enjoying the renewed force.&nbsp; It seethed to a new level of heat, driving long built-up bursts of semen into the seizing body.<br><br>She stroked.&nbsp; She spent hard, until her teeth seemed ready to pull free and join the flow, and her breath hammered from her body.&nbsp; She pounded.<br><br>And in the end, there was no end again.&nbsp; Forever had returned, if only for a fragile, wet moment.&nbsp; And Gerlinde leaned into Lisle kitty, still sliding, torpid and sweet, and began to truly melt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 17:56:00</strong>
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				It was almost a tender moment.&nbsp; Lisle's body pulsed around Gerlinde as she yielded to the embrace.&nbsp; She couldn't think to resist.&nbsp; Despite everything, there <em>had</em> been some kindness from the doctor, and the situation Lisle was in demanded that she take advantage of any such respite.<br><br>She understood the physical reality.&nbsp; What she couldn't understand was how this was all slowly but surely breaking down her mental resistance.&nbsp; What was initially resisted was now tolerated.&nbsp; Fear of retaliation was becoming a desire to please.&nbsp; This tenderness was a reward for her good behavior, and the lure of such tenderness would encourage her to behave properly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 18:38:58</strong>
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				Gerlinde rests like a puddle after a tropical rain.&nbsp; She knows only few things, and they are vast and saturating:&nbsp; She is moistly warm.&nbsp; She is full of tastes and scents that have a keen, essential appetite in her yawning in contentment.&nbsp; She is snug around a soft and restlessly radiant little body.&nbsp; She is breathing in musical time.&nbsp; She is leaking.<br><br>Gerlinde feels the fine sensation of a tender slit of flesh, leaking caulk thick wet into the smallest of spaces.&nbsp; And she feels that space kiss - pluck at the slit, suckle deep around the shaft of Gerlinde's penis, tug lustrous and silky all the way to the base of her belly.&nbsp; That space is so small in its seamlessness, so hot in its trembling; Gerlinde feels she stretches it so huge.&nbsp; And the space kisses, kisses, kisses, in time with the heartbeat rolling against her achingly raw nipples.&nbsp; That kissing, insistent as a bird's singing just beyond the film of sleep, is what wakes a murmur from Gerlinde.<br><br>"Lisle kitty." Gerlinde says.&nbsp; The words are a mutter; her lips are pressed on a smooth, bent neck, and her tongue is heavy with skin and sex taste.&nbsp; That salty cream summons a pulse to her implanted penis - the pulse is wide as a bull as it forces up the branch of Gerlinde's cock, straining the sheath around it to a fresh convulsion.&nbsp; As the sheath tenses to a wet limit, Gerlinde rubs her nose against that smooth bent neck, and pets the hair on the head atop it.<br><br>"Lisle."<br><br>Another word, another pulse like a mattress spring coiling.&nbsp; Consciousness began to crack full through Gerlinde.&nbsp; It spread from the finer points - the irritated tips of her nipples, the feel of her fingernails denting Lisle pussy's skin, the brush of her own hair on her back, the band of her cap, the cock.&nbsp; And the cock felt as though it had never been wider, a fence post inside the strain of Lisle kitty's pussy.&nbsp; Gerlinde breathed deep of these fine, stirring sensations and opened her eyes.<br><br>She was still in her apartment.&nbsp; Still in the warm redoubt in the middle of the frost and ash of the Stalag.&nbsp; Still a doctor of the Reich, still vaguely sick, still tired in her bones in a way that even the melting couldn't entirely wash away.&nbsp; But she did not feel worried.&nbsp; Nothing tightened its wires in her back and nothing prodded at her mind.&nbsp; She felt only the toasty wriggle of the pliant body in her arms.&nbsp; Felt the flutter and trembles wracking through that body.&nbsp; Felt that body split open around her wide penis, open to spastic strain, and kissing in gratitude.<br><br>"Mm."&nbsp; The sound was more another sugared murmur than a moan of appreciation.&nbsp; Her testicles repeated it in their subterranean way, pulsing out contented globules of semen to march up her penis and leak into the over-stretched Lisle puss.&nbsp; Gerlinde felt the fragile delight of that feeling - this moment - and caught it with a peck of her lips on Lisle kitty's brow.&nbsp; "I could spend all day like this."<br><br>Saying so brought another fine sensation to mind:&nbsp; The fibrous clasp of Lisle kitty's anus, as the muscle bore impatiently down on the tip of her finger.&nbsp; Without the wildness of coupling, the wrinkled clamp was felt with every pulpy inner muscle in relief, every crease and every clutch.&nbsp; Gerlinde found Lisle kitty's eyes.&nbsp; Only then did she begin to pull her finger out, slow and steady.&nbsp; <br><br>She wanted to see what was in those eyes when the most tender of violations became careful tenderness - what Lisle kitty felt as she was touched there, and soothed in the extrusion, and finally freed of the finger.&nbsp; Some urge in Gerlinde needed to see the kitty at her most open.&nbsp; She knew why instantly, looking into Lisle kitty - the peace she was feeling was not hard, not like the peace enjoyed at the summit of power, but it was not fragile either.&nbsp; Gerlinde felt both tender and invincible.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 19:48:11</strong>
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				As Lisle came down, she greeted Gerlinde's words with little more than soft sighs, ghosting across the crook of her neck.&nbsp; She was still split wide, but the pounding had stopped, and her legs had stopped protesting long ago.<br><br><em>All day.</em><br><br>Lisle was sure that was probably an exaggeration, but she felt it best to answer with a soft 'm-hm'.&nbsp; This part wasn't so bad.&nbsp; Staying like this - better than being whipped, better than being made to use the litter box, better -<br><br>Then she felt the slow tug of Gerlinde's finger against her rectum.&nbsp; Nerves leaped to life at the feeling of motion, and Lisle was startled by the throaty moan that came from her as she felt the finger slip free.&nbsp; There was even a brief pulse through her pussy in sympathy.<br><br>Had she actually <em>liked</em> that?&nbsp; Her upbringing still told her there was something wrong about putting anything there - sex had its place, but that other opening was supposed to only let things out, not take things in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 21:25:53</strong>
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				Napping.&nbsp; Ice cream.&nbsp; Classical music - something luxuriously that suggested velvet sheets or absinthe glasses; Nachtmusic or the Cello Concertos.&nbsp; Those were Gerlinde's priorities as she lay atop Lisle, putting pulses in the kitty's sobbing vagina with pushes of her heartbeat through its heavy pipe.&nbsp; Those, and licking an earlobe.&nbsp; Kissing a brow.&nbsp; Rooting about inside kitty's tummy with her glans, to find where the tenderest places would cave in.<br><br>Then Lisle kitty moaned as she slid her finger out.&nbsp; Priorities shifted.<br><br>She said what she was thinking, more leisurely in tone than the sharp-toothed glee she felt.&nbsp; "Lisle pussy; you seem most tender of all down there.&nbsp; That is good, but we need to widen you."<br><br>Gerlinde said it like she was prescribing some cherry cough medicine to a troubled girl.&nbsp; She pet Lisle kitty's hair, and her breasts felt serene as they took on their full roundness when Gerlinde leaned back to kneel upright between Lisle puss' legs.&nbsp; Still embedded, her cock ground about like an awl inside the clinging tube of Lisle's insides, tugging and massaging them, locking as friction made it swell massive and renewed in heat, prodding up toward her navel then grinding its bulging underside against the bottom of Lisle kitty's vagina.<br><br>Gerlinde's eyes sparkled to drink in what began to bubble out of Lisle's.&nbsp; Any thought she had that she might have gone flaccid inside the girl was gone.&nbsp; She was chiseled stone inside kitty, and every scrape and slide and sinister thought of what was to come made that invincible tenderness Gerlinde felt feel all the brighter.<br><br>"I think you are so tender in that hole, so sensitive, because you are so anxious about touching there."&nbsp; Gerlinde's eyes widened to contain all that was in Lisle's, as her hand closed about the side of Lisle kitty's neck to capture all that rushed there.&nbsp; "Lisle kitty gets so excited when her dirty hole is touched, because she thinks it is so dirty.&nbsp; It gives her more intense pleasure than I have ever seen."<br><br>She was sober as a doctor as she delivered that fact.&nbsp; Gerlinde's wan face, still infused with adoring blush, delivered it without allowing argument.&nbsp; Her tone was soft, but the essence of it was immutable.&nbsp; <br><br>Hard again inside Lisle kitty, Gerlinde rocked slightly as she began to spool her fingers around the delicate ridge of Lisle kitty's labia ringing Gerlinde's slotted penis.&nbsp; She gathered the copious cream there, wrist bone occasionally butting the tower of Lisle kitty's clitoris.&nbsp; Her touches were coy, teasing, as they picked up semen and vaginal slick in coils of glistening garlands.<br><br>Her heart was the same.&nbsp; Her tone, though, was serious.&nbsp; <br><br>"You can try to protest.&nbsp; Tell me why I should not touch there.&nbsp; Tell me what is wrong with it."&nbsp; Gerlinde listened intently, even leaning in enough to bend Lisle kitty's clitoris with her wrist and brush her huge breasts nearer.&nbsp; "Explain to me.&nbsp; I am listening."<br><br>Lisle kitty would not enjoy this - not at first.&nbsp; But Gerlinde would enjoy it all.&nbsp; She felt entirely at peace with that.<br><br>She felt calm as perfume in a crystal bottle as her fingers, drooling sticky slickness, touched to Lisle kitty's anus, stroked to soften, circled to widen, coaxed to open.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 23:12:07</strong>
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				Lisle shivered as Gerlinde's fingers probed.&nbsp; "It - It's where filth comes out," she said, feeling the presence of her mother, even though she hadn't seen the woman in many years - not since the war started.&nbsp; "We eat with our mouths, and it comes out - there.&nbsp; You always wash after touching there, or you get sick."<br><br>It was all so reasonable, but the questing touch made her shiver nonetheless.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>23-02-2009, 23:24:06</strong>
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				Lovely.&nbsp; The answer was rote and it was emphatic.&nbsp; Just like the argument of a child.&nbsp; And like so many arguments made by children parroting the words of their parents, it was so very thin.&nbsp; So easy to puncture.<br><br>One finger popped its slickened tip as firm as a bullet into Lisle puss' bottom.<br><br>Gerlinde's lips lifted in a compassionate little bow of a grin.&nbsp; Her eyes sparkled.&nbsp; Her nostrils felt like they were sparkling too, stuffed full of Lisle kitty's scents as they squirmed thick from her open body.<br><br>"Is that so?"&nbsp; Gerlinde asked.&nbsp; Her cock began a rhythmic sliding inside Lisle puss, tugging the sheath of her tender pussy outwards, cramming it in and wide with a thrust.&nbsp; She plows in, pets Lisle kitty's brow, stirs the dense broth of semen inside the shivering tube.<br><br>And she slides her finger around inside, screwing in and out, drilling depths that kiss tenderly, then stroking them farewell.&nbsp; Outside, her other drizzling finger is smearing fragrant, clinging fluid on the ring.&nbsp; It massages to soften the muscle, not so much as forcing it to open wider than the clamp around the single embedded fingertip, more coaxing all of Lisle kitty's bottom to pull its roving point in.&nbsp; <br><br>"But you are so clean in here, remember?&nbsp; I put all types of medicine up there.&nbsp; It is so fresh."<br><br>She kneads with that fingertip.&nbsp; She plugs and pets with the other.&nbsp; She sets both churning.<br><br>"So since you cannot touch there...because it was filthy...can we touch now, now that it is clean?"<br><br>Gerlinde quirks her head with the logic and rubs deeper, feeling all aspects of little Lisle kitty yield with the penetrating stretch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 00:43:14</strong>
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				"But - it's going to get dirty again - Anything I eat is going to go through there..."&nbsp; A sudden horrified thought crossed her mind.&nbsp; "I - I'm not going to be kept from eating, am I?"<br><br>She was a little less tense as she thought about the fact that it had to be clean there <em>now</em> - was it really a bad thing to touch there if it was clean?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 01:06:36</strong>
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				Gerlinde's face feels sweet and puffy as strudel as her cheeks raise at Lisle kitty's remark.&nbsp; Below, her fingers continued to circle and prod inside, revolving with a certain slackness but keeping the pressure forward - the pressure toward inside Lisle pussy - firm.&nbsp; Gradually, the finger outside the gripping little hole begins to try to nuzzle its satiny point inside, lifting the wrinkly rim and easing the smooth muscle up over it.<br><br>"No, no."&nbsp; Gerlinde reassured.&nbsp; Lisle kitty's cute response sent a shot of electricity roaming her penis; it warmed her heart.&nbsp; Her wrist bent, clipping the side of Lisle's tense horn of a clitoris, and pushed firmer against the yielding anus.&nbsp; The finger already inside began to stroke leaping spirals against the tissue of the rectum.&nbsp; The finger on the rim licked deeper.&nbsp; "You will eat and eat, I am sure.&nbsp; But we will keep you clean, too.<br><br>"Outside."&nbsp; Gerlinde circled her hand on Lisle kitty's tummy, now grazing the angry spike of clitoral meat with alternating forearms.&nbsp; She circled the deeper hand, screwing the wrinkled muscle smooth and wriggling against each nerve in greeting as the fingers churned.&nbsp; She slotted the fingernail of the second finger under the anus' rim, rubbed it to relax, and popped two cream-coated fingers into the clasp of Lisle kitty's bottom.&nbsp; "And inside.&nbsp; I will check all the time, with my medical expertise, to see you are clean."<br><br><em>And to widen you further, </em>Gerlinde thought.&nbsp; <em>To open you, scared little pussy.&nbsp; To make what hides inside want to be found.</em><br><br>"Nice and clean."&nbsp; Gerlinde began to pump the hand, thrusting it smooth and steady but strong into the clutching hole.&nbsp; Digging mildly, drilling in, she worked as flesh gripped and seized around her.&nbsp; More glances of passing arms hit Lisle puss' clitoris.&nbsp; More finger flesh, more of Lisle kitty strained wide and forced deeper.<br><br>"When it is clean, you can touch.&nbsp; And it is very, very clean, Lisle kitty."&nbsp; Gerlinde reassured.&nbsp; Her balls throbbed, her cock bucking, as she gazed into Lisle kitty and waited to purr the next line.<br><br>"I can feel it.&nbsp; That means you can touch, yes?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 01:39:19</strong>
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				Lisle gasped as she felt the second fingertip slip under the rim of her sphincter.&nbsp; She had relaxed from the slow, deliberate massage, and when this new intrusion occurred, she found she couldn't tighten up as much as before.<br><br>It was bigger inside her now.&nbsp; Bigger and moving.&nbsp; Moving like the shaft in her pussy.&nbsp; A furrow of confusion touched her brow as the analogy headed into uncomfortable territory.<br><br>She realized belatedly that she had been asked a question.&nbsp; It was a few beats longer than it normally took her to answer when she blinked up at Gerlinde, sorting frantically through whatever had just been said to find how to respond.<br><br><em>When it is clean, you can touch.</em><br><br>"Um - I guess so..." she answered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 02:00:21</strong>
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				"Yes."<br><br>Gerlinde gives the answer emphatically.&nbsp; She does so with a smooth sibilance, a deep rush of breath from her chest.&nbsp; She looks Lisle kitty in the eyes while saying it.<br><br>Gerlinde teaches Lisle kitty's body in much the same way.&nbsp; With emphasis - the fingers almost trembling as they force inside and out and around, excavating the little hole until it yields on its way to a tremendous opening.&nbsp; Smoothly, being flexible when they had to flow into a cramped space, being firm when they had to spread it like heavy cream.&nbsp; And with deep rushes of her wrist, her steadily sawing cock still splitting Lisle puss, her skims of the livid clitoris' stalk with her arm - with rushes of pleasure boiling at her.<br><br>Teaching.&nbsp; She thought again placidly.&nbsp; I am teaching.<br><br>"Such a good kitty.&nbsp; Holding so tight.&nbsp; So clean and smooth instead."<br><br>And as before - as likely ever - it was enough to turn carnal pleasure into ecstasy.<br><br>A third finger begin to dress in its heavy gowns of cream.&nbsp; It began to rub around the ring to seek a space in its slackness.&nbsp; And Gerlinde's eyes opened wide to see it begin to stretch that hole yet further, as two fingers rolled up to the second knuckle within that raw, gripping hole.<br><br>"Getting so wide."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 05:21:57</strong>
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				What Gerlinde was deliberately exploring, Lisle could only guess at.&nbsp; She could feel the pressure as two fingers tried to make room for a third, but she couldn't judge how much progress had been made.&nbsp; There was only the thrusting, purposeful and intense.&nbsp; <br><br>Wider.<br><br>She was sure that those fingers were going deeper as well.&nbsp; Deeper into the passage that was so recently washed cleaner than it had ever been in her life.&nbsp; All the while, there was friction in more familiar areas:&nbsp; Her G-spot thrilled against the width of Gerlinde's cock, and her expanded clit sent electricity from the pressure of their bodies together.&nbsp; Added to that was this newer friction in that forbidden area.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 13:50:10</strong>
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				As the third finger slid aside the other two, joining them in the hot stocking of Lisle kitty's suckling bottom, Gerlinde felt triumphant.<br><br>She was doing it:&nbsp; She was teaching again; transforming.&nbsp; There had been moments of bitter doubt - moments of indigestible fear of what was to come - even moments of rage.&nbsp; Throughout, there had been a transcendent and unharnessed intensity.&nbsp; But time and again, Gerlinde had steered the strange dynamic between Lisle kitty and she back to that of unconditional subject and Mistress.<br><br>'Mistress' - the old name for an instructor.&nbsp; Gerlinde felt in full fettle in that role.&nbsp; She sailed her stare around the green trembles in Lisle kitty's eyes, soaking in their yielding and caught in their currents.&nbsp; She savored the silent acceptance and the flushing arousal she was inspiring.&nbsp; She enjoyed the lips too taken by wonder and thrill to close; enjoyed the clamp of the pussy quaking around her penis.&nbsp; And above all, she relished the carnal component of this 'education' - the classic 'Socratic - the slide of her fingers in a hole that should open only one way, but has been taught to be invaded, deep and grateful.<br><br>Gerlinde felt shiny and gold-strong again.&nbsp; Her invincible peace had a polish of pride to it.&nbsp; Even the fears to come - Lisle puss', her own fears of the Kommandant, the dread and yawning unknown - seemed not too vast to be overcome by that spreading serenity.<br><br>Spreading, Gerlinde thought as she watched three fingers - over an inch's width of flesh - gore smoothly in and out of Lisle kitty's anus.&nbsp; Yes.<br><br>She could spread anything enough: That scarlet, suckling hole; those wide and learning eyes; the fatness of Lisle kitty's clitoris - all proved this so.&nbsp; And her new idea would keep Lisle kitty secure.<br><br>Gerlinde purred to feel the hardness of the world, the stiff order of it, relent under her smooth touch and melt for more.<br><br>"And soon," Gerlinde said to Lisle kitty's beacon bright eyes, seemingly appropos of nothing but shoving the wide lance of her penis deep.&nbsp; "You will be wide enough to take me inside.<br><br>"Feel?"&nbsp; Gerlinde churned the spade of her three fingers in the yielding space.&nbsp; She skimmed the ivory press of her belly over the crushed spike of Lisle kitty's clitoris.&nbsp; Her penis drilled, Gerlinde's hips dancing wide and slow, scooping the clinging interior of Lisle kitty in patient choreography with her fingers.&nbsp; "Feel how much you've stretched?<br><br>"And how good it feels?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 14:58:33</strong>
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				Gerlinde's prediction made Lisle look down, not to avoid that crystal gaze, but to glimpse - and then get captivated by - the sight of the seemingly wrist-thick shaft sluicing into her.<br><br>The Kommandant had been 'created' like Gerlinde.&nbsp; There was no reason to believe that she was any less endowed.&nbsp; There was also no reason to believe that any of these 'lessons' were merely rhetorical.&nbsp; Lisle shivered with apprehension, but the motion evolved into a shudder of a different sort.&nbsp; <br><br>It shouldn't feel good.&nbsp; It should feel like a violation.&nbsp; Why was her body reacting this way?&nbsp; She could feel those three fingers clearly, pressing her wide, stroking like the penis in her vagina - almost like there was a second penis inside her.&nbsp; Her mind retreated from that image, seizing instead on the facts.&nbsp; It was a hand - three fingers - connected to an arm that was wrapped around her, and holding her close.<br><br>That shouldn't feel right either - Gerlinde was a woman and a member of the Reich, after all - but it was far less disturbing than any other vision that her imagination came up with.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 16:08:28</strong>
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				Visual aids are important in teaching.<br><br>Gerlinde smiled subtly at the thought that winged merrily through her mind as Lisle kitty looked down and stared, enthralled, at the image of her body so spread and penetrated around Gerlinde's cock.&nbsp; Obstinately thick and darkly hued, Gerlinde's shaft was moving through the quivering ring of tissue in a pistoning pace that was almost languid - but for the shuddering snaps and thrusts that began and ended every motion.&nbsp; Glazed in runnels and pools and dark white shoals of fluid as its veined surface was, it was quite a sight, Gerlinde had to admit.&nbsp; <br><br>It was the stretching around it, though, that most fascinated <em>her</em>:&nbsp; The shiny, cream-wreathed socket, shaped paper-perfectly thin around the shaft.&nbsp; The pull of the little petals.&nbsp; The smaller trembles.<br><br>Lisle kitty's deep shiver summoned answering pulses, beating angry and fast from Gerlinde's cock.&nbsp; She began to move the thrusting of her cock and fingers faster, alternating against one another in a cycling scrape against the warm tissues within.<br><br>Passion flared up.&nbsp; With it came inspiration.&nbsp; Gerlinde's eyes flashed a command, as her finger began to skim in a trim frigging of Lisle puss' clitoris, and cramped penetrations gored inside her body.&nbsp; <br><br>"Lick and nip me, Lisle kitty," Gerlinde said, grinding in her hips and rubbing undulantly against the shaft with her three embedded fingertips.&nbsp; "And purr like good kitty should."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 16:48:30</strong>
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				Lisle had to swallow a few times to manage a purr.&nbsp; It was hard to maintain that while following the other command, but it was obvious she was doing her best.&nbsp; Soft tongue-taps pressed against Gerlinde's skin, tasting the salt of sweat and the rhythm of her heartbeat.&nbsp; The nips were even more carefully executed, using lips and avoiding anything that could be construed as dangerous.<br><br>It was terrible and intimate.&nbsp; If she had been told a week ago that she would be so close to a member of the Reich, she would have laughed and talked about tearing out the other's throat with her teeth - teeth that were carefully sheathed behind soft lips now.&nbsp; If she had been told that she would be impaled with a woman's cock in front and a woman's hand in back, she would have slapped the doom-sayer at the very least.<br><br>But that was what was happening, and Lisle wasn't putting up a fight.&nbsp; Not any more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 19:47:28</strong>
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				The tongue on her skin flicked on switches in Gerlinde; the nipping snapped the locks on lusts.&nbsp; The purr that staggered from Lisle kitty was a caress in and of itself - a fuse slithering along her spine, burning a coil in her lower belly, bound about her heart.&nbsp; And then there were the glances - bright little shocks of Lisle puss' eyes meeting hers, transmitting the surprise and tenderness, the vulnerability and the excitement.&nbsp; <br><br>All of these unleashed Gerlinde's passion again, and the stoic sawing of her penis inside Lisle became a vigorous shoving.&nbsp; She bucked the slab of herself into the clutching hollow, provoking firmer clinging and more frantic squeezes.&nbsp; Her fingers sought the underside of her driving cock through the partition of tissue, rubbing it with the nervous pulp of Lisle kitty's flesh.&nbsp; Her thighs skimmed against Lisle puss'; shuddered as they hit; rocked the implanted fingers churning in the amazing strain of Lisle's rear.<br><br>Lust leapt up fast.&nbsp; Gerlinde welcomed it with a grin and a stray lick of Lisle pussy's face.&nbsp; She had gone through affection, resentment, detachment, dismay and peace.&nbsp; Now was time to have some fun.&nbsp; The mischief she had been cultivating by teasing Lisle kitty into the conclusions about her bottom flared into full-blooded playfulness.<br><br>Her hair whipped and her breasts swung to clip Lisle's as Gerlinde began to rock herself rapidly.&nbsp; Lisle kitty's mound took in the impassioned thrusting, denting smoothly and squeezing cream in welcome, and Gerlinde thrilled at the stirring pressure of each impact in that tiny hollow.&nbsp; All the same, her hand was gentle as it caressed Lisle kitty's clitoris like the head of a pet snake.&nbsp; Her kisses were kind as they ringed Lisle's mouth.&nbsp; Her eyes absorbed more than pierced.&nbsp; <br><br>They burned all the same.&nbsp; Her cock was about to pop; her balls brewing with oil fires.&nbsp; Each breath was ashy, a whine.&nbsp; She somehow wove words from it while looking into Lisle puss.<br><br>"Tongue on mine, Lisle kitty."&nbsp; Gerlinde urged, squeezing her breasts fiercely against Lisle's and beginning to add a wider grind to the thrust of her hips.&nbsp; "Moan if it feels nice."<br><br>Then she extended her tongue in seeking rather than soft invitation, hunting Lisle's on the rim of her mouth while her hand rocked snug in a trained anus, milling nerves, and her cock's tonnage rose in rapid heaving to crescendo within the tiniest of weeping spaces.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 21:27:24</strong>
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				The purr was soon lost in tiny gasps as Lisle felt both holes stretched and filled.&nbsp; Muscles squeezed at the invaders, and nerves went wild with friction.&nbsp; She felt as though each thrust was cleaving her wider until she was ready to split with the very next blow.<br><br>The touch of her tongue to Gerlinde's felt searing hot to Lisle, and despite her best efforts, she found herself responding even more to this strange situation.&nbsp; Her clitoris felt like it was throbbing, and her breasts fairly glowed with the heat ground into them by Gerlinde's.<br><br>When the moan finally came, it surprised her, probably as much as it would please Gerlinde.<br><br><em>Wait!&nbsp; That wasn't - was it?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>24-02-2009, 22:19:58</strong>
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				And when Lisle kitty moans, Gerlinde's unleashed passion is goaded.<br><br>This is it.&nbsp; She thinks.&nbsp; That kitty is going to get it.<br><br>And while viler intentions for Lisle pussy flit briefly across her imagination - visions of Lisle puss plugged with a ripe, fat, leather bolt in her bottom; of Lisle puss quaking as anal beads pulled loose of her bottom; of Lisle kitty writhing on a fist - Gerlinde drove into the passion at hand.&nbsp; There was no holding back now, no savoring.&nbsp; Even delicacy could scarce survive - only Lisle kitty's gaping bottom enjoying any mercy, with its stiff silk being vigorously but tenderly rubbed, made to melt rather than crushed into yielding.&nbsp; Gerlinde churned that penetration, moving the thick fingers in generous grinding, drilling out the interior of its impossibly widened hole.&nbsp; But her hips, she let do as wildness wanted.<br><br>She bucked into Lisle kitty, panted and lanced.&nbsp; She lapped at the sensitive little tongue, trying to cull moans out.&nbsp; She ground her vast breasts, enough to smother kitty's more slender chest, in ripe warmth against her.<br><br>And she thrilled.&nbsp; This was delightfully free of worry, free of restraint, free in spirit.&nbsp; Lisle kitty may be bound to serve, Gerlinde thought, but she felt liberated.&nbsp; And by the sounds of it, Lisle kitty was enjoying a certain carnal liberation herself.<br><br>Gerlinde moaned her approval.&nbsp; She murmured it and squeaked and moaned it.&nbsp; She sought answer by pounding the big trunk of her penis up into Lisle kitty's seizing interior.&nbsp; Fingers stroked the long, gristly tongue of Lisle kitty's clitoris in a rhythm, as though compelling it to speak too.&nbsp; The strikes ran a rich resonance all through Lisle kitty's womb and vagina.<br><br>Finally that resonance overflowed.&nbsp; Gerlinde gasped, sucked breath.&nbsp; She was struck for a moment with the image of a glass shattering by sound alone.&nbsp; <br><br>Then her cock bloated like a standpipe.&nbsp; The veins on it banged to their broadest, hottest width and seethed to sear into the clinging around.&nbsp; The head dug to impale and plant itself.&nbsp; The balls clenched fit to crack.<br><br>And Gerlinde grasped again, her breasts shaking on Lisle kitty's as she pumped another feast of seed into Lisle puss, coaxing out longer and thicker volumes of the caulky spend with pushes of her fingers inside kitty's rectum, until womb soaked and sheath quaked and sperm ran from the raw slice of the mewling kitty's pussy.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 18:07:43</strong>
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				Lisle was awash in sensation.&nbsp; Her breasts burned from the friction of Gerlinde's.&nbsp; Her pussy strained and swallowed around the thick shaft impaling it.&nbsp; Even her mouth was a mass of nerves as her lips and tongue wet&nbsp; whatever was near them.&nbsp; <br><br>On top of all that, her bottom was sending such strange messages to her brain:&nbsp; The unfamiliar movement inside, still more pleasurable as Gerlinde pulled back, but oddly anticipatory as it was penetrated; the slight pinch of flesh between those fingers and the cock inside her; the pressure of her own muscles tensing around something larger than she would have believed possible.<br><br>Panting whimpers passed her lips, continuing well beyond the explosion of seed into her belly.&nbsp; All she could do was cling to Gerlinde, breath rasping as the other went into the rigor of ecstasy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 20:25:44</strong>
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				Before, Gerlinde had thought she was entirely melted.&nbsp; Lisle kitty's tight grip around her fingers and the intensity stirring from green eyes and whimpering lips had rustled that melting back to boiling over again.&nbsp; But now, Gerlinde felt truly exhausted.<br><br>As her penis' thick impalement plugged the last little yeast flowers into the clinging bed of Lisle pussy's vagina, Gerlinde let her eyelids drop.&nbsp; She folded forward around Lisle kitty, subsiding into a sweet existence of breath's soft flexing and fulsome afterglow.&nbsp; An image came to mind: A sheet of paper, arranged in some curvaceous origami - blank and bright with fine details invisible but for a smooth sparkling.&nbsp; Gerlinde felt just the same.&nbsp; She was empty and yet still full of flickering texture.<br><br>The sweat sparkling into evaporation on her lithe back.&nbsp; The rosy bareness of her bottom, still freshly ripe with the tension of its flexing.&nbsp; The sublime thickness of her penis and testicles; their weighty, aquatic inner motions as they fed seed into Lisle kitty.&nbsp; The beads of her nipples, glowing with sensation as though newly painted.&nbsp; The soft changing of weight as the tide of their feminine bodies played with each other.<br><br>And Gerlinde smiled to feel the subject sensations of Lisle kitty stroking that ineffable blankness, writing their fine pink script on Gerlinde's awareness:&nbsp; Kitty panting against her neck.&nbsp; Kitty licking whatever her tongue could touch.&nbsp; Kitty pussy suckling at the hugeness inside its anxious tininess.&nbsp; Kitty clitoris beating its sparrow's heartbeat against the cage of her belly.&nbsp; Kitty fingers and kitty sounds and kitty's bottom, so very vulnerable and raw and gripping.<br><br>"So tight."&nbsp; Gerlinde's last flicker of mischief made sure she found Lisle kitty's eyes with hers and pinned them before she began to extract the fingers from the grabbing of Lisle kitty's anus.&nbsp; "Out it comes, kitty.&nbsp; Out they come.&nbsp; Easy now.&nbsp; This is a good part, hm?&nbsp; Feels good?"<br><br>And Gerlinde treated her fingers like dough as she pulled them from Lisle puss, looking into her eyes as the thicket of digits wriggled and eased in the slowest of increments from the aching muscle.&nbsp; She pet that clamping goodbye, fingertips rewarding it for stretching so much, pressing in steady reminder of how wide it got.&nbsp; She taught it to remember.&nbsp; She pleased it for being so submissive, caressing what clamped down with freshly angered feeling.<br><br>The fingers were raised near Lisle kitty to show how slick with clear cream they were.&nbsp; "All clean, see?&nbsp; Only kitty nectar."<br><br>She wriggled inside Lisle kitty, the branch of her lodged cock grinding a heavy shimmy in the sheath of Lisle kitty's vagina.&nbsp; Her testicles spooled a few ready coils of semen, but the rest of her murmured for sleep.&nbsp; Gerlinde rested her head by Lisle kitty, still inspecting the fingers.<br><br>"You were a good kitty; you took three fingers in."&nbsp; Gerline said drowsily.&nbsp; She added an indulgent whisper, playing with her power over Lisle puss: "Tell me."<br><br>Then she began to sink to sleep, mouth pressed to Lisle kitty's cheek, drizzling out plans.<br><br>"A nap now.&nbsp; Then some more milk.&nbsp; I could read to you if you don't want TV.&nbsp; We can play..."<br><br>And there would be more, after.&nbsp; Gerlinde's eyelids showed her the bright angles of the scalpels, the murky bubble of strange injections, the alien grafts.&nbsp; There would be more, and soon.&nbsp; Soon, she would lead Lisle kitty with a firm hand to the operating table and the horrors to come.&nbsp; But soon was not now, and for now, Gerlinde felt deliciously empty as she lay in Lisle kitty, still making her so full.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 22:33:34</strong>
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				A soft groan was the only answer that Lisle could manage as those fingers pulled out, but that groan spoke volumes.&nbsp; She felt a new sensation - one of emptiness as cooler air touched that inner, heated surface.&nbsp; It vanished quickly as the stretched muscle returned to its former rosebud, but it remembered.<br><br>"Three - fingers..." she murmured, feeling amazed and somehow still slightly repulsed by the fact.&nbsp; It was worse because she <em>had</em> felt good during it.&nbsp; She couldn't deny that Gerlinde's fingers were clean.&nbsp; The only scent was that of sex.<br><br>"A nap," she sighed.&nbsp; Her last near-nap had been interrupted by Kluge, and then they had gone straight into more frenetic activity.&nbsp; Food was starting to sound good, but not urgent.<br><br>Not like in the prison.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 23:38:33</strong>
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				Gerlinde heard Lisle kitty's little sigh brushing her ear, and thought it was like the pass of a brief sunbeam over the sleek mirror of a puddle's surface.<br><br>That was just what the afternoon and evening were from then on:&nbsp; Moments like little pools of standing water puddled after the rain storm, reflecting brilliance.<br><br>"A nap." Gerlinde confirmed, cupping the side of Lisle kitty's tit where it bulged below hers, and stroking its shiny distension.<br><br>And later, there was another bright puddle: After dozing, waking Lisle kitty up by pulling the post of her penis out of the clinging elastic of Lisle kitty's vagina.<br><br>And later, another:&nbsp; Washing Lisle kitty between her legs to freshen her, as kitty draped over her shoulder by the bath.<br><br>And later, another:&nbsp; More chocolate milk, and reading Rilke to kitty.<br><br>And another:&nbsp; Brushing Lisle kitty's hair as they watched a racy movie on the TV.<br><br>And another:&nbsp; Feeding Lisle kitty braised chicken cutlets while petting her bare belly on the bed.<br><br>And another:&nbsp; Falling asleep with Lisle kitty in her lap on the couch.<br><br>And other moments, just droplets - a glance, a touch of stubby fingers on naked thigh, a rustle under the blanket they shared.&nbsp; <br><br>Until they ended when Gerlinde woke up to discover two things:<br><br>It was 2200 hours, only an hour before she had planned Lisle kitty's next surgery.&nbsp; <br><br>And from her lap, where she had dozed off with Lisle kitty pressed nude against her, Gerlinde's penis was standing and aching alarmingly hot, the urgency of its lust grabbing her breath and yanking.<br><br>Half awake, she rocked Lisle puss to consciousness, stirring her to the sight of the veined pillar raised to ferocious thickness before kitty's face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 02:00:20</strong>
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				When Lisle's eyes opened, she knew immediately what was expected of her.&nbsp; It didn't make her happy, but she had learned not to complain.&nbsp; Without comment, she nosed at the thick shaft, licking dutifully up and around the ridge of the helmet.&nbsp; She didn't know that there was more planned for that night, other than more of the same - training as it were, for her upcoming role.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 02:16:48</strong>
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				"Urgh."<br><br>Gerlinde's stomach was a garbage bag.&nbsp; Her tits felt vaguely bruised.&nbsp; And there was a certain gray glow to the light of the room that made the air seem like meat about to go bad.&nbsp; <br><br>That wasn't the worst of it.&nbsp; Calm as her strokes on Lisle kitty's back were, Gerlinde thought on what was to come for them in the near hours and, for a moment, her poised mind plummeted.&nbsp; It fell toward memory.&nbsp; <br><br>"Mn.&nbsp; No, kitty."&nbsp; Gerlinde said, putting a firmer caress on Lisle's brow and easing her face back.&nbsp; The sear of her penis' side was a protest she felt all the way up to the back of her throat.&nbsp; She was resolute, though.&nbsp; She wouldn't appreciate Lisle kitty's ministrations.&nbsp; Not with where her mind was going.<br><br>"I mean, 'good kitty,' just not now."<br><br>Her mind went earlier: Six months earlier, to when she was in a ramshackle convoy of chattering Humvees, rolling along some sick and invisible path toward the front at Kiev.&nbsp; Those days had been scrubbed featureless by the constant dust of the road; the radio's anxious crackle cutting in and out of the grinding silence, consciousness propped up on rickety feet by caffeine and ginseng and dirty jokes.&nbsp; Then they had paused for a moment at a town that had been cleared.<br><br>Then they had come to the grave.<br><br>"Good kitty.&nbsp; Just not in the mood."<br><br>That was where Gerlinde was now.&nbsp; Her hands were roaming satiny kitty flesh - bare back, bare bottom and between - but her thoughts were ankle deep in Ukrainian dust.&nbsp; Her eyelids, still lidded from the nap, stared into the grave.<br><br>Two hundred bodies.&nbsp; All civilian.&nbsp; All stacked side by side, three deep.&nbsp; Killed by artillery, she learned later.&nbsp; All chopped up like warped wood.&nbsp; But that wasn't the worst part.<br><br>It was the lime on them - the dusty chemical used to kill the rank and pestilential rot.&nbsp; It had crept up from the hard edges of the grave's pit, and had climbed over everything, put its fingernails in everything.&nbsp; Gerlinde's tongue, cap, crotch, toes, fingernails, nostrils, mess kit, comic books, ball point, key fob, had all gotten a few grains of lye on them.&nbsp; Everything had.<br><br>Everything had felt dusty.&nbsp; Vaguely sour.&nbsp; Dark.<br><br>Grave dark.<br><br>And that, with a slight chalk on her tongue and an ache in her hormone-choked body, is how Gerlinde felt on waking.&nbsp; Dusty.&nbsp; Sour.&nbsp; Dark.<br><br>She knew why.<br><br>Grave matters were about to take place.&nbsp; Gerlinde pet kitty smoothly.&nbsp; She tilted up her chin and gazed into the green eyes.<br><br>"Good kitty."<br><br>And here it came.&nbsp; She steeled herself.&nbsp; It was not difficult; only an old, somewhat tired feeling.&nbsp; Only her cock twitched excitedly.<br><br>"We're going to go to the operating theater now." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 07:38:18</strong>
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				Lisle backed off, making sure not to look too relieved.&nbsp; That attitude suddenly became easier to maintain as Gerlinde dropped the news that there was going to be another operation.<br><br>She felt her stomach drop.<br><br>"What - needs to be done?" she asked with a feeling of trepidation.&nbsp; She remembered talk about changing her ears - and a tail.&nbsp; That might be something she can cope with, but what if there was something more?&nbsp; Would she be able to trade good behavior for bits of humanity?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 15:05:06</strong>
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				Gerlinde's mouth opened.<br><br>It took the entire moment of sliding from the couch in order to stifle what she was going to reply.&nbsp; She had almost voiced her idea - her secret idea - first of all.&nbsp; That would not do.&nbsp; Best to wait until Lisle kitty was in a more...amenable mood.&nbsp; <br><br>Gerlinde bustled as she talked, gathering the bits of her uniform scattered across the room - tunic, coat, boots - and slipping them on.<br><br>"Your ears.&nbsp; A little shaping."&nbsp; Gerlinde noted firmly.&nbsp; Her tone allowed no argument, but her expression was mild.&nbsp; She felt the officious inevitability of a woman getting on a plane.&nbsp; There was a journey they had begun, and this was a lay-over.&nbsp; Stopping was not a reasonable option.<br><br>"And your tail."&nbsp; Gerlinde nearly smiled at the imagery as she began fastening her jacket.&nbsp; "A very pretty tail.&nbsp; I grew it for you, and it should work just fine shortly after being fastened.&nbsp; You may even come to enjoy it.&nbsp; Moving it and posing it."<br><br>Curiosity demanded a glance to Lisle kitty's eyes to gauge her reaction.&nbsp; She dropped back onto the couch to lace her boots and laid a soothing caress on Lisle kitty's head.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 15:40:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lisle lifted one of her abbreviated hands to the side of her head, running the stubs of fingers along the curve of her ear.&nbsp; A furrow of thought appeared on her brow, but it was accompanied by a slight nod of - if not acceptance, then at least resignation.&nbsp; The idea of a tail was more of a blow, more of a distancing from her humanity, but all in all, these two modifications were little more than cosmetic.<br><br>It wasn't like the mangling of her limbs, making her unfit for any human activities.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 15:59:11</strong>
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				She made it as quick a walk as she could.<br><br>"Come on, kitty."&nbsp; Gerlinde said, buckling the baton of her cock in her pants and smoothing the lab coat.&nbsp; Then she opened the door and kept close to kitty's side as they entered the hall.&nbsp; She did it with the crop in hand.&nbsp; She made sure its tip was never far from caressing Lisle kitty's flank in approving conduct.<br><br>As she walked, Gerlinde began sorting the steps in her head: Lift. Drug.&nbsp; No; fasten, then clean, then drug.&nbsp; Then music.&nbsp; A special treat.&nbsp; Knife.&nbsp; Graft.&nbsp; Fine work.&nbsp; Nanoguides.&nbsp; Suture.&nbsp; Then...She would decide what would come next.&nbsp; Lisle kitty's reaction, as much as Gerlinde hated to admit it, would help decide.<br><br>She walked with a rapid clip, but short steps.&nbsp; The horsewhip licked Lisle puss' side kindly.&nbsp; She made sure to keep the obstacles from stumbling Lisle pussy along the way.<br><br>Down the first hall, a blank gray reach, there were no obstacles.&nbsp; To the left, the next hall, there were the cages:&nbsp; Iron grates, with inmates inside - special inmates.&nbsp; The women with fresh cocks and brewing balls on their bare bodies.&nbsp; They leaned to the cage doors and leered at kitty.&nbsp; Gerlinde knew they wouldn't dare whisper; she had inflicted fierce punishment for such interference before.&nbsp; But she knew that they couldn't help look, and look deep.&nbsp; Her own penis - not fully settled; still a deflating tire, thick and huge in its coil - throbbed in sympathetic understanding.<br><br>Around the next corner and through a locked door, there was another obstacle:&nbsp; Harmon.&nbsp; One of the guards; a naughty guard who Gerlinde had corrected twice during her short tenure at the Stalag.&nbsp; He was tall and funereal in his gray coat, and dragged a naked stare over kitty like a hand.&nbsp; His lips moved, saying much without voicing anything.<br><br><em>He better not,</em> Gerlinde thought, her mouth making an effort not to turn down.&nbsp; <em>He better not, or I'll graft his tongue to a dog.</em><br><br>Gerlinde steadily stalked past him, steering Lisle into the operating theater.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 16:10:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lisle kept up the pace, but her demeanor was that of a prisoner heading for a firing squad.&nbsp; She cringed away from the leering inmates and the guard, unconsciously pressing against Gerlinde's leg as the whip coaxed her inevitably towards the operating theater.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Just cosmetic,</em> she told herself.&nbsp; <em>I won't even see my ears most of the time - maybe I will get used to the tail.&nbsp; I don't <span class="bbc_u">have</span></em> to do anything with it...[/i]&nbsp; The litany helped, but didn't stop her from flinching as they entered that room, as if there was an invisible barrier separating it from the human world and Lisle had walked into it full force.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 16:20:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Easy, kitty.&nbsp; Easy.&nbsp; The missive echoed in her thoughts.&nbsp; <br><br>Gerlinde voiced it as she locked the operating theater door.<br><br>"Easy, kitty.&nbsp; Easy."<br><br>She ratcheted down one end of the operating table and used her hands on nude kitty flank and bottom to assist Lisle pussy onto the surface.&nbsp; And yes, she grazed the dangling stud of Lisle puss' clitoris.&nbsp; She caressed it with a collision that was less accidental than it was made to seem.&nbsp; <br><br>Gerlinde wanted kitty excited like she was excited.&nbsp; If not as much, just a little.&nbsp; Lisle kitty could not possibly be as excited as Gerlinde was.&nbsp; Her veins were humming and her flesh felt like it was about to take flight.&nbsp; <br><br>She scanned the room and found everything in place.&nbsp; The three IVs glistened on their tall stands.&nbsp; The many plates of instruments winked knowingly.&nbsp; The anesthetic machine hunched in readiness by the pile of pillows, the stack of gauze, the chemicals in their glowing array.&nbsp; And the tank - the tall, two-foot wide cylinder set on a rolling table - bubbled near the base of the table.&nbsp; In its murky yellow liquid, Lisle kitty's tail was coiled like a lush little mink stole.<br><br>Gerlinde eased Lisle onto the table, brushing her face and her legs - having her rest on all fours.&nbsp; She brushed her clitoris each chance to adjust Lisle kitty's marvelous legs presented itself, bumping and stroking it as she got Lisle kitty's legs spread and fastened by the ankles to the table.&nbsp; Gerlinde was singing inside; she was pulsing and throbbing.&nbsp; <br><br>Her formal veneer was showing signs of pink as something dire rose to Gerlinde's surface.&nbsp; Everything was feeling powerful and urgent again.&nbsp; Everything was resonating in the key of power.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 17:19:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Nothing could make Lisle as excited as Gerlinde was.&nbsp; Even the 'accidental' brushes of her sensitive length brought little more than a shiver to her.&nbsp; She resolutely turned her face away from the sinister gleam of the instruments and the abomination in the tube.<br><br>She didn't struggle, though.&nbsp; She knew that would bring the whip, the firing squad - or worse.&nbsp; Yes, there were worse things than death, in Lisle's mind.&nbsp; The walk through the cell-block had impressed that upon her.&nbsp; She would remain cooperative by virtue of that threat, if nothing else.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 18:18:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lisle's horror - even the stunned numbness of her body to the chance passes over her finger-length clitoris - was more than acceptable to Gerlinde.&nbsp; She felt herself adjusting to the inevitability of all this, even embracing it.&nbsp; She began to feel pleasantly blank inside - a feeling of peace not unlike the sparkling serenity she had enjoyed before, resting on Lisle after their exhausting fornication.&nbsp; <br><br>Things began to move into place, conducted by her hands.<br><br>Lisle kitty's strange, new ankles were locked down with her legs spread to her shoulders' width by the leather straps.&nbsp; Her wrists were sealed in kind.&nbsp; Soothing pets decanted down on Lisle's back and flanks as Gerlinde drifted around, reading things.&nbsp; Words drifted out of her as well, her thoughts off their leash and stalking soft around the chill of the operating chamber.<br><br>"This first part will be done with a local, Lisle.&nbsp; It works better that way.&nbsp; You just stay still as you can.&nbsp; I'll have to put you under for when I do the ears, though."<br><br>She rolled around her 'special treat' - a mirror on a stand - and positioned its glass to gleam down at Lisle puss.&nbsp; In it, the image of Lisle kitty's raised haunches, gooseflesh and rose in a generous rise, was shown.&nbsp; Lisle and Gerlinde alike would be able to see the process of the tail being attached.&nbsp; It would be hard to avoid.<br><br>"I have...another idea."&nbsp; Gerlinde said, stalking to behind Lisle kitty with a brush from neck to bottom.&nbsp; She began to wash up in a basin, and let her words just flow out like the water.<br><br>"It concerns me that some guards might, even with the threat of retribution from the Kommandant, take advantage.&nbsp; I feel you need some kind of deterrent.&nbsp; Something that will make people who would take such liberties think twice."<br><br>Gerlinde flicked her hands, dried them and slipped on gloves.&nbsp; She found Lisle kitty's face in the mirror and spoke directly to it.&nbsp; Her tone had jackboot authority behind it, muscled firm with confidence.<br><br>"I think you should have, as canines, sharp little kitty teeth.&nbsp; Little needle teeth, to ward off...the adventurous."<br><br>Gerlinde quirked her head and slid up behind Lisle.<br><br>"Your thoughts on that?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 19:58:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I - would be able to bite them?"&nbsp; Lisle couldn't believe her ears.&nbsp; She was trying not to look at the pristine smoothness of her back, and especially not the slight bumps that marked her vertebrae.&nbsp; "Wouldn't I get in trouble for 'injuring a loyal Reichsoldat'?" she asked, bitterness seeping into her tone, but not enough to mar her voice.&nbsp; As appealing as the idea of severing 'vital parts' of those leering guards was, she couldn't imagine that there would be no retaliation.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 20:32:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You would be able, yes."&nbsp; Gerlinde says with a sly grin raising the rim of her plush lips.&nbsp; She allows that curl, even shows it to the mirror.&nbsp; There is no reason that Lisle kitty should not know where this idea comes from - what authority supports it; what power.&nbsp; <br><br>And she feels thrillingly powerful - brazen like a figure on a high mantle - as she plucks up the antiseptic swab and begins to clean the region of Lisle kitty's tailbone.&nbsp; <br><br>"Able, though likely not allowed.&nbsp; Still..."&nbsp; Gerlinde's eyes flash to draw Lisle kitty's.&nbsp; "...they would not know that.&nbsp; For all they would know, the Kommandant herself would have ordered them installed.&nbsp; A defense for her pet, to ward off unofficial playmates."<br><br>Gerlinde discarded the swab and showed some teeth.&nbsp; An image of kitty nipping an invasive prick stirred her humor and her heavy sex alike.&nbsp; She moistened as blood stained her mind's eye.&nbsp; <br><br>"So would you actually use them?&nbsp; It is unlikely."&nbsp; Gerlinde picked up her syringe of local anesthetic.&nbsp; She angled it precisely.&nbsp; "But the threat alone, Lisle puss - that is the key.&nbsp; Fear is weapon enough.&nbsp; Your cute, tiny kitty needle teeth would send a message:&nbsp; The Kommandant's property is protected."<br><br>She inserted the needle and injected the anesthetic, mind milling over thoughts of sharp things.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 20:45:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The cool swab of antiseptic doused hope as quickly as Gerlinde's words.&nbsp; The teeth would be an empty threat.&nbsp; She repressed a shiver and screwed her eyes shut as the needle approached, not daring to open them until the prick and spreading numbness severed that part of her body from awareness.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 21:01:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lisle kitty's disappointment was unmistakable.&nbsp; Gerlinde shrugged off a disappointment of her own.&nbsp; The doubt that the teeth would be enough to deter 'invaders' of the kitty was shivered off before it could take root.<br><br>All the same, her words had a mutter to them - they wore hobbles - as she picked up her scalpel.&nbsp; "And maybe she would let you bite, kitty.&nbsp; Maybe she will have you bite and bite just for the sake of entertainment.<br><br>"Point is, you would have them."&nbsp; Gerlinde concluded her point to her satisfaction.&nbsp; Then the scalpel dipped.&nbsp; A pink mouth opened, split to white, showed red.&nbsp; Gerlinde parted the red to find the coccyx.&nbsp; <br><br>She had made her case.&nbsp; Now to work.<br><br>The bone knife felt its way around the coccyx, slicing it to prepare it as a joint for the tail in the tank.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 21:26:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lisle's eyes opened as she felt a faint tugging - not from the scalpel, which was razor sharp, but from the skin actually parting and spreading wide.&nbsp; She felt vaguely sick as her eyes were drawn to the exposed muscle, and then the white glint of bone as her back was opened.<br><br>"I would only bite if someone deserved to be bitten," she said flatly.&nbsp; It was an attempt to distance herself from the work that she could see being done.&nbsp; She could feel the motion transferred through the other bones and muscles, but if she talked, she could pretend that she didn't.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 23:39:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gerlinde almost laughed at Lisle kitty's reply.<br><br>She was in no state for laughing, though.&nbsp; Her mind was bound in sinew, stuck on bone, trapped in muscle and fat and slit skin.&nbsp; The scalpel continued its elegant work, readying the coccyx.&nbsp; Nerves were arranged, muscles oriented, skin tugged for adjustment.&nbsp; She cut and clamped and so only managed a dry tone in response.<br><br>"Believe me, Lisle," Gerlinde said, scooping out a bone shaving.&nbsp; A spray of nanoguides was placed in the finished hole.&nbsp; "We all deserve to be bitten."<br><br>With that, she turned to the tank and drew out the tail.&nbsp; Inspection of the attaching end revealed it to be moist and fresh with motes of meat eager to affix: Nerves, muscle, skin, and the tapering vertebrae.&nbsp; <br><br>She eased it around, extending the anterior and orienting its flat end with the passage she had made in Lisle kitty's backside.&nbsp; Glancing up to the mirror, she marveled at the sight of herself.&nbsp; It was amazing to see so odd a thing as the kitty's tail in her hands - the skin quite human, but with a thicker down on it; the feature distinctly feline.&nbsp; And most amazing was to see herself there:&nbsp; Her, Gerlinde Baumann, doing this.&nbsp; <br><br>The thrill of the sight spiked her nipples and surged her penis.&nbsp; She savored that heady tingling while working patiently to position the new limb.&nbsp; As she did, she talked idly.<br><br>"There is no reason that they should think they can get away with anything against you, Lisle kitty.&nbsp; I don't like the thought of it.&nbsp; Even if they were punished afterward."<br><br>Gerlinde deliberately silenced herself.&nbsp; She had to concentrate.&nbsp; More than concentrate - to appreciate the wonder of this.&nbsp; She submerged into marveling as the tail was affixed.<br><br>Holding it in place, Gerlinde waited until she was confident the nanoguides had begun to set the bone.&nbsp; Then a needle was in her hand, it dove for the skin, and she began stitching the limb in place - so perfectly, it may as well have been a reattachment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 04:46:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lisle was trying not to look in the mirror.&nbsp; Every so often, though, the tension of not knowing cracked open one emerald eye, which was just as quickly closed again.<br><br><em>A tail,</em> she thought, fully expecting that the thing would be a mere dumb appendage - living, but slack, only 'good' for appearances.&nbsp; She had none of the experience that Gerlinde had with the nanoguides.&nbsp; She didn't know that the extension would graft nerve to nerve, muscle to muscle, capillary to capillary.&nbsp; Whether or not she would ever learn how to control it, it <em>would</em> be capable of more than simply hanging down between her legs.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 14:58:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Once again, Gerlinde became refined to an existence of symphony and scalpel work.<br><br>The two were indivisible.&nbsp; Her mind would flow along the fine chord of a nerve while muscle sagged in thundering readiness around it, guiding that chord with blade and pincer to its proper place.&nbsp; And once its lean sustain was connected, she would move to the next.&nbsp; Around each joining, she affixed stitches and nanoguide spray, until the tail was at last fastened.&nbsp; The symphony came to its climax with a final shove of the needle, a snip of the thread, a final circle of synth-skin applied to the slightest of seams.<br><br>Gerlinde set aside her tools and began to gather others:&nbsp; Fresh gloves.&nbsp; Antiseptic swab.&nbsp; The anesthetic mask.<br><br>Things were quiet.&nbsp; Even in her head.&nbsp; There was no reflection and no wonder.&nbsp; Only anticipation, mild and long like a pearl bridge.&nbsp; Her penis had settled along with the ache in her breasts and pussy, leaving only the butterflies in her belly to gently wave the moments away.<br><br>The quiet was that of a symphony between movements.&nbsp; She walked over to Lisle kitty's head to begin conducting the next.<br><br>Gerlinde's hand swept over Lisle kitty's warm pate.&nbsp; The other positioned the mask near to her face, showing it to Lisle puss.<br><br>"I am going to put you under now,"&nbsp; Gerlinde explained, rubbing the silky line of Lisle pussy's jaw with a curled finger and lifting her face to hers.&nbsp; "When you wake, you will be all mended.&nbsp; You will still be tired, though, and so I will just give you some ice chips and you will go back to sleep.&nbsp; When you wake the second time, you will be back in a warm place."<br><br>"Any questions before you sleep?"&nbsp; Gerlinde inquired, ready to apply the mask.&nbsp; Anticipation spread sweetly in her heart.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 15:17:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The sight of the mask sent a flip-flop through Lisle's stomach - the irrational fear that she might not wake up from this sleep at all.&nbsp; But surely Gerlinde wouldn't have gone through all this work just to euthanize her now.<br><br>"I-is this it, then?&nbsp; Just the ears - and maybe the teeth?"&nbsp; Another fear tickled at the edges of the first - that she might wake up and be unrecognizable even to herself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 15:22:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gerlinde's apply is soft and prompt - the voice of a mother reading from the Playbill as the lights in the theater dim and intermission comes to an end.&nbsp; She wants another caress of Lisle kitty's head and takes it.<br><br>"This is it.&nbsp; Expressive little ears, like so," Gerlinde traced her finger in a descriptive curve, its point about an inch above Lisle kitty's ear.<br><br>"And the itty bitty kitty teeth."&nbsp; Gerlinde touched where Lisle kitty's canine was seated.&nbsp; "Here and on the other side."<br><br>She returned to petting steadily, as though trying to find a hypnotic rhythm for Lisle puss' heart to fall in time with.&nbsp; "Then you wake up.&nbsp; I pet you like this and you eat your ice chips.&nbsp; Then you wake up in a warm bed.&nbsp; Alright, Lisle?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 16:58:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lisle shivered at the touches.&nbsp; Was survival this precious?&nbsp; She thought of all the alternatives, even those that led to further dehumanizing.&nbsp; Through it all, she could only come to one conclusion.<br><br>She could accept this much.&nbsp; She could live with the mutilations, since it allowed her to live at all.&nbsp; Closing her eyes again, she nodded. <br><br>"Alright."<br><br>And she waited for the cool, cloying scent of gas and the temporary peace of oblivion.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 20:41:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				After Lisle kitty made it to 'nine' in her countdown, Gerlinde moved in different arithmetic:<br><br>The multiplication of nervous tissue.&nbsp; The calculus of carved cartilage.&nbsp; The geometry of sinew and ligament.<br><br>Little thought was paid to future and past.&nbsp; She caressed the notions of Lisle kitty being so subject, and though they thrilled her, Gerlinde did not linger on them long.&nbsp; The terrible aspect of the Kommandant did not loom.&nbsp; The Stalag vanished.<br><br>There was only her art:<br><br>The ears sliced.&nbsp; The muscle and skin around them adjusted with tug and clamp and tiny cuts.&nbsp; The new ears affixed.&nbsp; <br><br>This proved difficult, and like with everything difficult, Gerlinde mastered it with patience.&nbsp; The ears, after all, could not just stand as they were.&nbsp; Lisle kitty's hearing would be deranged.&nbsp; The smooth cups of cartilage would have to be aligned in such a way as to permit her mode of hearing.&nbsp; And that meant setting them at a slight angle to the head, perking out of the sides of Lisle kitty's hair.&nbsp; <br><br>It took hours.&nbsp; When it was complete, Gerlinde found herself even more eager to continue.&nbsp; <br><br>She picked up the file, propped little Lisle puss' mouth open, and set to the pinnacle of her plan - the sharp points that would do good by Lisle kitty's soft heart and keep her away from the brutal use she feared so.<br><br><br><hr><br><br>Lisle awoke to find herself on a cot - a recovery bed - upon her belly.&nbsp; The room was new and strange.<br><br>It was also empty.&nbsp; Only the sallow light of a bulb caged and set in the ceiling's center kept her company.<br><br>That, and sounds from outside the solitary shuttered window.<br><br>The snap of a lighter.&nbsp; A man's theatrical shiver.&nbsp; Then a drag on a cigarette.<br><br>Then voices.<br><br>"Did you see the look on Untersturmfuhrer Hicke's face?&nbsp; When she saw those teeth?"<br><br>"Oh yeah."&nbsp; <br><br>"That message was clear enough."<br><br>"Oh yeah.&nbsp; The Doc's days here are numbered."<br><br>Then a voice Lisle kitty recognized: Kluge, the man who had come to Gerlinde's apartment.<br><br>"Got that right, boys.&nbsp; I have a memo in my pocket with her name on it.&nbsp; She fixes the kitty, or she gets turned into the kitty.&nbsp; Pass it around, but keep it from her."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 21:51:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lisle weighed her options.&nbsp; If she didn't tell Gerlinde, the doctor would be subjected to the same things she had done to Lisle.&nbsp; As much as that would please the Resistance, Lisle wasn't entirely comfortable with it for some reason.&nbsp; Sh managed to rationalize the ambiguity with one simple fact.<br><br>If Gerlinde was turned into a 'proper' kitty, then there would be no need for the 'unacceptable' kitty.&nbsp; She would be turned over to the guards, with either a pair of pliers or a Luger pistol waiting for her.<br><br>If she told Gerlinde, it would save the doctor, but she would lose even the slight protection that the teeth gave her.&nbsp; There was still the possibility that they were an unnecessary precaution, however.&nbsp; She ran her tongue over the tiny fangs as she thought.<br><br>Was there a way to do both?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>27-02-2009, 23:11:01</strong>
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				It was no time for fuming, Gerlinde thought as she entered the little closet she had cleared out a recovery ward for Lisle kitty.<br><br>Lisle kitty needed to breathe easy.&nbsp; Fumes would get in the way.&nbsp; If Gerlinde showed the anger she felt smoldering inside her, Lisle kitty might smell smoke.&nbsp; She would want to know what the fire was.&nbsp; Gerlinde knew she would not be able to keep that secret back.&nbsp; She would have to tell Lisle kitty that there was, indeed, fire.<br><br>She would have tell Lisle that they were likely to both get burned.<br><br>So Gerlinde composed herself as she entered the tight space.&nbsp; She took the flames out of her cheek's hue before Lisle puss could cringe from the heat.&nbsp; She took the soot out of her throat before its singe could bring tears to Lisle pussy's eyes.&nbsp; She made herself snow again, so that Lisle would not fear the awful fire hurting Gerlinde's chest.<br><br>There was only one part of Gerlinde that was not sleekness, poise and black leather - the usual part that defied composure:&nbsp; Her cock.<br><br>Gerlinde's penis lifted from her belly in a demanding drawbridge, pushing a huge bulge into relief where its unsteady surface and turgid thumping fought her breeches' confines.&nbsp; It felt sodden with liquor, heady and strong.&nbsp; As calm as the generous, soft sweeps of her body were, Gerlinde's penis was about to tear free and stand like iron.<br><br>She sighed through her nose; she couldn't help it.&nbsp; She was looking at the figure curled nude under the blanket, and thinking about all the parts of that figure that she, with her own uninhibited hand, had shaped.<br><br>The tail that surely twitched with nervous life and new shapes of activity.&nbsp; The teeny needle teeth - canines and bicuspids - that Lisle tongued in all their lean sharpness.&nbsp; The lively, leaf-shaped ears that sprouted, covered with the same trim down as Lisle kitty's tail, from her head.&nbsp; And the other, adapted alterations:<br><br>The warped legs.&nbsp; The severed fingers.&nbsp; The plump, long clitoris.<br><br>Of course, that latter part, Gerlinde had freshly played with.&nbsp; While she had Lisle kitty unconscious, she infused it with a little more dosage of the cortizan.&nbsp; For all Lisle kitty knew, it may as well be growing on its own.&nbsp; But it did grow.&nbsp; Another inch was gained; more chubby width, more scintillating nerve heads clustered under its tender, silken skin.&nbsp; Surely, Gerlinde thought, those nerves must be stirring now in sympathy with the push of her own penis.<br><br>She smiled at the thought, and at the figure on the bed.<br><br>It almost banished the memory of Hicke - gaunt and bleak and brunette in her SS gray uniform - looking at the same kitty with a sneer.<br><br><em>"You cannot possibly think she would be acceptable with those teeth."&nbsp; </em>Hicke had hissed.&nbsp; <em>"You overstep, dangerously.&nbsp; Dangerously because you endanger the Kommandant."</em><br><br>Gerlinde had protested that she had intended no such thing.&nbsp; Even then, she wondered if that statement was true.<br><br><em>"You gave her the means to mutilate us!"</em><br><br>Gerlinde had not shared that she rather liked that idea.&nbsp; She had said that Hicke was overreacting.&nbsp; She had retaliated by saying that Hicke was insulting her by doubting Gerlinde's ability to have the kitty properly trained.&nbsp; She had looked offended, even though she felt lost and sick instead.&nbsp; And Hicke had just snarled at her.<br><br><em>"I asked you for a treat, and you give me an apple with a razor blade in it.&nbsp; You are fortunate I don't report this as an attack.&nbsp; I most certainly will not allow even the threat of such a...monster...in the Kommandant's house."</em><br><br>Gerlinde had flinched as though struck.&nbsp; Even now, remembering it, sinking down next to Lisle kitty with a plastic cup full of ice chips, she flinched a bit.&nbsp; Petting Lisle kitty's head made her feel smooth and snowy again.<br><br><em>"Fix it.&nbsp; You have a week." </em> Hicke had ordered, as though Gerlinde were not two full ranks her superior.&nbsp; She had left Gerlinde dizzy with distress.&nbsp; Gerlinde had seen Lisle kitty taken to the recovery room, had found a closet of her own, and had wept in the throes of hormones, terror and uncertainty.<br><br>She felt better now.&nbsp; Certainty was a long way away when it came to the future.&nbsp; But now, certainty was crisp as the ice chips; intense as green eyes.<br><br>"I am here to see how you feel."&nbsp; Gerlinde said, petting kitty's head, and skimming a chance touch across a tender, pointed ear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>28-02-2009, 03:18:04</strong>
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				To Lisle's surprise, the ear twitched at the touch.&nbsp; But there was no time to dwell on that now.&nbsp; She started to speak, coughed slightly, and reached for the cup.&nbsp; Even before that action was reacted to, she cleared her throat, and tried again, whispering hoarsely.<br><br>"I - I heard - the guards talking."&nbsp; She hoped that one sentence would carry as much weight as she wanted - no, needed it to carry.<br><br>Even if her voice hadn't expressed her anxiety, the new tail was making it known more clearly.&nbsp; The very tip flipped back and forth, beating a slow but urgent rhythm on the stretched canvas of the cot.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 21:19:16</strong>
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				Tingles unhinged the pressing anxiety that Gerlinde felt.&nbsp; <br><br>Her nerves let the worry drop away, swinging open from obstructing her awareness.&nbsp; She found herself able to enjoy Lisle kitty in full, and enjoyment meant lavishing all the details of the kitty's pert new parts with appropriate attention.&nbsp; <br><br>Gerlinde felt a shine rise in her eyes as she swept them over Lisle puss, polishing her ego.&nbsp; All the heavy aspects inside her sloughed away:&nbsp; The ache of her breasts turned down their volume, the dry clotting pressure in her lower body softened, the wires that were passing for her veins began to breathe fluid again.&nbsp; Leaning in toward the kitty, Gerlinde drew nearer like light to a charged filament.<br><br>The ears were so satiny and so spry.&nbsp; They looked as though they might swivel and twitch with all the tenderness that made them so keen.&nbsp; And, of course, they should.&nbsp; She had designed them that way.&nbsp; Her hands had set every fine arrangement of detail in place.&nbsp; They yearned for reunion.&nbsp; She treated one to another caress of her finger.<br><br>The little teeth were just fine enough to give Lisle kitty a feral aspect, but not to ruin her beauty.&nbsp; They were subtle - just a hint at danger.&nbsp; Their delicacy almost made them look soft.&nbsp; Almost.<br><br>And kitty's tail was the crowning achievement.&nbsp; Lustrous with down, it was an able little thing, seeking about on the surface of the bed - exploring its surroundings, exploring the fulsome sensitivities pregnant in its curl, questing, searching, shivering with feeling.<br><br>She stroked its soft length, soaking up the liquid texture of the fur.&nbsp; Fingers gripped tenderly, relaxed, as the caress breathed along the new member.&nbsp; Gerlinde sighed, giving vocal complement to the touch.<br><br>She felt so clean.&nbsp; Lisle kitty's fluid beauty had washed her of doubts and dire thinking.&nbsp; There was only savor to be enjoyed.&nbsp; Gerlinde watched and touched, and let the fresh pieces of Lisle puss' body melt like sweet butter on the tongue.<br><br>The kitty's words were an afterthought.&nbsp; Not until Gerlinde had slipped an arm about Lisle kitty, and propped her sensitive bareness against her body - breast to leather-clad breast, belly licking the slender flank of belly - did she take note.&nbsp; Raising the cup with ice chips to tilt some into range of Lisle puss' tongue, Gerlinde continued to graze the altered nudity of Lisle kitty with the blue sickles of her eyes.<br><br>"Mhm, kitty.&nbsp; Did you?&nbsp; And what did they say?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 21:35:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lisle's voice was low and urgent, trying to hold back the distractions of those touches.&nbsp; "It was Herr Kluge," she said - she couldn't remember his rank, but didn't think that the slight would be particularly frowned on.&nbsp; "He said he had a memo - to 'fix the kitty or become the kitty'."<br><br>Now, she was afraid.&nbsp; The guards hadn't known she was listening.&nbsp; They <em>would</em> know that someone must have informed the doctor, though.&nbsp; The possible alternatives were minimal to say the least.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>02-03-2009, 23:54:24</strong>
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				Lisle's last words slapped Gerlinde blank.&nbsp; Not the good, gleaming kind of blank - the purity of a canvas with manifold points of potential.&nbsp; Not the calm, peaceful blank of soft dozing with Lisle puss.&nbsp; Not nearly calm.&nbsp; No.&nbsp; This was stark, staring blank - the blank of the proverbial deer in the headlights; of a document erased.<br><br>Even her touches slowed, only skimming along Lisle puss' flesh.&nbsp; The able and elaborate licking of Lisle kitty's tail with her fingers become the dumb slide of a dulled tongue.&nbsp; Her arm cradled Lisle pussy only out of not knowing what else to do.&nbsp; Everything turned on automatic.&nbsp; Gerlinde just breathed.<br><br>Her thoughts stirred after only a narrow moment of staring.&nbsp; They awoke like dead legs - all pins and needles and awkward rubber.&nbsp; <br><br><em>This is bad.&nbsp; This is very bad.</em><br><br>There was no way she would 'fix the kitty'.&nbsp; Lisle puss was beautiful.&nbsp; Gerlinde's power was beautiful.&nbsp; Neither of those things could be permitted to change.<br><br><em>Very, very bad.&nbsp; Very, very...</em><br><br>Her color was beginning to hide behind the snow of her cheeks.&nbsp; Her touches drizzled over Lisle kitty like rain on nerveless glass.&nbsp; Her heart rolled down into the mess her belly had become.<br><br>There was no way she was going to fix Lisle puss, and she didn't think Lisle puss would survive even if she was 'fixed'.&nbsp; Not with how Hicke reviled her.&nbsp; And if Lisle kitty didn't survive, it meant she wouldn't be around much longer either.<br><br>Beyond bad.&nbsp; Fatal.<br><br>Gerlinde Baumann felt like everything - everything in the world except for that soft tail and those green eyes - had transformed to frost.&nbsp; She was living in some malevolent faerie tale, with Hicke the queen of winter, having brought the cold forever more.&nbsp; Most horrible, Gerlinde was faced with the notion that the story was very rapidly coming to its end.<br><br>She was faced with blankness.&nbsp; With death.<br><br>With worse.&nbsp; With having to live while not being all there anymore.<br><br>Just like she'd forced on Lisle.<br><br>Gerlinde sighed and began to stroke.&nbsp; Her hands said the same thing her voice and gaze did as they enveloped Lisle kitty.&nbsp; It was the only thing she could say.<br><br>"It will be alright, Lisle kitty.&nbsp; I know just how to handle it.&nbsp; You will be good and warm and cared for."<br><br>Her eyes showed moisture before the snow of her face could freeze it.<br><br>"You just rest.&nbsp; It will be alright."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 15:29:08</strong>
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				But Lisle wasn't content to be left out of her own fate.&nbsp; The tail flipped a few more times. and the ears flicked back briefly, despite how well-schooled she tried to keep her other body language.<br><br>"Just that?&nbsp; Sit back and do nothing?"&nbsp; She wasn't used to being completely dependent, despite how crippled her hands and legs left her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 15:59:30</strong>
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				And just like that, at Lisle kitty's provocative words, Gerlinde was again reminded how far from the snowy creature she pretended to be that she actually was.<br><br>Gerlinde had spent many an hour reflecting on her scars and on her willful savagery.&nbsp; She would spend minutes in the shower counting the whip strokes she had laid on an inmate the day before.&nbsp; She would lounge in the mess hall, poking around a pile of spaetzle, thinking of the bodies she had stared over with a shroud of guilt on her shoulders.&nbsp; Stillness was so often a time to listen to the silence, and hear the whistle of her scalpels through unwilling skin, the clack of the doors she locked, the crash of bombs, the tearing of letters home, and the silence itself - the sublime cruelty of silence that she crushed so many moral protests, so many higher hopes, so much fragile decency.<br><br>She was snow, she would tell herself.&nbsp; She was cold, antiseptic steel.&nbsp; She was the instrument of the Reich, all hard metal, hard cock, hard urges.<br><br>But the lips she touched to Lisle kitty's brow were firm, not hard.&nbsp; Her arm squeezing the kitty closer was supple, not hard.&nbsp; She was not hard in her chest.&nbsp; She was melting through the blankness, butter through the blank white of baking sugar.&nbsp; <br><br>She leaned her head back enough to take Lisle puss' big, urgent eyes in the cradle of her own.&nbsp; Gerlinde did not fear showing them the wet and the keen anxiety there.&nbsp; She knew that there was strength enough - conviction enough - to see them both through.<br><br>Thoughts of conviction brought her mind around to the impending doom.&nbsp; But doom was an empty, formless thing - an abyss, but a yawning abstract, as untouchable and unknowable as a dark pit surrounding a plummeting body.&nbsp; There was no need to worry about it.&nbsp; There was nothing to affix to and worry.&nbsp; There was only the rush of falling in its dark inevitability, and the anticipation of the impact at some mysterious time below.<br><br>Gerlinde sighed and lifted a hand to stroke one of Lisle pussy's supple biceps.<br><br>"It's...like playing chess, kitty."&nbsp; Gerlinde said.&nbsp; She sniffed, but excused her the moment of emotion.&nbsp; "Yes, we are in a scary, trapped place.&nbsp; I will admit I do not see an obvious way out.&nbsp; But it does me no good to think other than there must be a way to get out of it."<br><br>And Hicke, Gerlinde thought, had moved boldly to put her in check.&nbsp; This was a move schemed to intimidate.&nbsp; But it was a vulnerable move as well.&nbsp; There must be some way to not only escape, but to defeat her opponent.&nbsp; <br><br>"I am the one, between us, who has the most...moves to play.&nbsp; So I am trying to remain calm and to think of how to...win."&nbsp; The ice chips were set aside on the ground, and Gerlinde's hand raised to brush Lisle kitty's belly again, warming its fingers there.<br><br>"Did you have an idea, though?"&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 16:36:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lisle had never had time to play much chess, although she remembered her father teaching her the names and moves of the pieces.&nbsp; She understood some basic strategies, however, learned mostly on the run.<br><br>"They think - my teeth are a threat.&nbsp; I mean, they <em>are</em>, but - is there a way to make that a <em>good</em> thing?"&nbsp; <br><br>It wasn't what she really wanted to say.&nbsp; Lisle would rather have found a way to be miles away from all of this, with her own body back - but that wouldn't happen.&nbsp; If there was a way to survive on the outside... but that didn't sound likely either.&nbsp; As much as she hated to admit it, her survival now depended on making her captors happy, first Gerlinde and now the Kommandant.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 19:59:29</strong>
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				Gerlinde was a girl of ready answers.<br><br>First with her hand up in class.&nbsp; Quick to blaze out a thesis.&nbsp; Sharp when it came to conversational topics she was familiar with - sharp like a swing dancer follows the steps by following the rhythm.<br><br>But Lisle kitty's suggestion took the sharp point of her intellect and bent it into the curl of a question mark.<br><br>She tried responding with some prompt answer:&nbsp; Relating that once Hicke had her mind set on something, it would take demolition to unseat it.&nbsp; Mentioning that the Kommandant probably would like the teeth - maybe even adore them.&nbsp; <br><br>Insisting, as her hands did as they lifted to pet a naked breast and she tilted Lisle kitty's head to her shoulder, the contact inspiring a rich, rolling throb through her cock, that Lisle kitty's teeth were beautiful, and that was the end of discussion.<br><br>Instead, she had to quirk her head.&nbsp; Had to ask.&nbsp; Because as quick as she was with answers, that quickness was inspired by a love of questions.<br><br>"Intriguing notion, Lisle.&nbsp; What do you mean?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 20:27:42</strong>
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				The tail lashed, then drooped.&nbsp; "I'm not sure," Lisle admitted.&nbsp; "Other than showing it wouldn't be a danger except in desperation.&nbsp; It's not like you gave me <em>claws</em> after all."<br><br>She held up the stubby little paw that served her as a hand.&nbsp; Even the blunt, nearly useless nails of a human being had been taken from her.<br><br>"I mean, what if a - a guard dog thought I was a real cat and tried to attack me?"&nbsp; It sounded ridiculous, even to her own ears, but she was trying to come up with <em>some</em> reason that the teeth could be needed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>03-03-2009, 20:43:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, I don't think that will happen, Lisle."&nbsp; Gerlinde replied.&nbsp; She sheltered Lisle's head in petting where it lay on her shoulder.&nbsp; "This isn't a kitty problem anyway - this is a political problem.&nbsp; I'll...have to find some political solution."<br><br>Her mind gaped around the vacancy of what that solution could be.&nbsp; She focused on the hand that roamed and circled Lisle puss' breast.<br><br>"No, I will...if you have any suggestions, I would like to hear them..." Gerlinde said idly, her thoughts wandering around the rim of the gulf of solutions.&nbsp; "But...for now, I think, we just need to...gather ourselves."<br><br>And pray.&nbsp; But no, Gerlinde thought looking into the emerald heaven of Lisle kitty's eyes, prayers were not answered in the Stalag.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>04-03-2009, 02:56:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was all too easy to curl against Gerlinde, just like the kitty she had been formed to be.Even when she'd first been dumped in the Stalag's holding cells, she had never felt this helpless.&nbsp; It made her angry - ready to do all of those things that Kluge was afraid she'd do - but she knew that she had to keep her head clear.&nbsp; She pressed her cheek against Gerlinde's ample chest and focused on the other woman's heartbeat.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VandalSavage</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 01:18:01</strong>
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				<em>Just like a plucked string,</em> Gerlinde thought.&nbsp; <em>That is just how I feel.&nbsp; Just like a plucked string.</em><br><br>Lisle kitty's nestling had inspired the feeling with just as much immediacy, as much intensity.&nbsp; The squirm of the kitty's sleek side as she tucked nearer had nearly unearthed a gasp of delight.&nbsp; Kitty's ear flicking on her large breast, as though cleaning off a space for it, and then bedding its firm form and the plush cheek below, brought a tingle through her nerves.&nbsp; Morsels of kitty breath puffed from Lisle puss' nose onto Gerlinde's leather tunic - close enough to ricochet and rise to touch her chin - got that thrill breathing right through her.<br><br>Gerlinde had a supple arm sown skeleton-deep around kitty, she was petting the bare tit she held in her hand, before she recovered from that instant of excitement.&nbsp; Looking down into the emerald eyes pillowed on her chest blew away all notions of recovery.&nbsp; Tingling took her up in its wings and made her draw Lisle kitty tighter.<br><br>"Oh, kitty."&nbsp; It sounded like a psalm to say.&nbsp; Gerlinde's hand pet Lisle pussy's lower belly, fingertips brushing just a hair's breadth above where the spike of kitty's clitoris grew.&nbsp; She felt soft as Bible paper.&nbsp; <br><br>Gerlinde's mind turned to churches she had visited.&nbsp; Stately little Wies Church.&nbsp; The Niederaltaich Monastery.&nbsp; The chapel in Linderhof.&nbsp; They had all stretched so hard, in so many configurations, with fingers of gold and silver and marble, to reach for heaven.&nbsp; <br><br>Gerlinde smiled, thinking emerald put them to shame.<br><br>And the hollowness in her - that gape where an answer, an idea, a future should be - was filled.&nbsp; Faith had such an effect on emptiness, Gerlinde supposed.&nbsp; It may not actually put substantial in it.&nbsp; It did improve the view, though.<br><br>She dressed Lisle kitty's lowest of lower belly with skirting brushes, and held her tight.<br><br>"Yes, you just rest now, Lisle.&nbsp; Just doze like you are.&nbsp; Is that nice and peaceful?&nbsp; And does your body feel okay?"&nbsp; Gerlinde's hand reached to slide along Lisle kitty's tail, making the down fluff with feeling.<br><br>"How about your tail and ears?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Kommandant's Birthday Gift - A 'Die Vierte Reich' Aside</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oniya</strong> on <strong>06-03-2009, 03:20:50</strong>
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				Both her tail and ears twitched as they were acknowledged again, almost as if they were speaking directly to Gerlinde.&nbsp; Lisle reached up to bat at one of her ears, looking a little irritated.<br><br>"They don't <em>hurt</em> - but they don't feel exactly like they're <em>mine</em> either.&nbsp; They - they <em>do</em> things - on their own."<br>
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