Lisle nodded, her eyes glazed with drugged confusion.  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.  It didn't do more than tug feebly against the tourniquet-tight straps.  "Hands - feel funny."<br/><br/>She could smell the blood faintly, but it was overwhelmed by the aroma of semen pooled on her stomach.  That scent stirred things deep inside her, driven by the testosterone being pumped through her by the swollen mass of her clitoris.