Not for her, necessarily. I had long been wary of that, because I knew how deep subspace scenes could work, knew that the drop from them could be flat...fucking brutal at times. For both sides. It had to be done slowly, easily. Little adjustments. For instance, I knew better than to show her the closet I had for her. You see, with her as my slave, during those moments when I was away from her, I would sometimes see outfits I thought she would like, or shoes or scarfs, and I bought them. There was. My first experience with another female was when I was 13 years old. My friend Jennifer and I were very close. We had gone through the first ravages of puberty together. We watched ourselves and each other as our bodies were transformed from slim, almost boyish forms-- to a more awkward, almost lanky body. Which was at times embarrasing, and yet at other times wonderful. I watched Jennifer as her chest was transformed from flat and small nipples to small mounds with larger brown nipples. . This time he had removed himself, near collapsed, my ass gaping and dribbling cum, I felt him tug my hair back once more, I opened my eyes, he was stood in front of me, tool still rampant, slimy and angry. He forced it between my lips, the taste of lube mixed with my crap and his cum on my tongue as slowly advancing he filled my mouth and then my throat till my air was cut off and the head was making me gag, as his seed, yes amazingly another lot of seed, spewed into my throat Near to passing. He removed her t-shirt and continued to caress her exposed chest and stomach. A second assailant continued caressing Olivia, when he found her shorts; he removed them and continued to caress even more of Olivia's exposed skin, edging his fingers under her remaining underwear.Olivia was grunting and moaning at the gang's onslaught against her bound body. She screamed and begged them to let her go. After a few moments of this, she was slapped into silence and they continued to hear only stifled.