The vision that had been so clear, so real, just moments before faded as the professor was confronted by the guide.  She looked from Jamie to Spencer and back again, her face blushing red as reality, such as it was, came crashing back down upon her.  She took several more deep breaths, as if trying to calm herself.  The absurdity of what she had been trying to tell them was obvious now, though both her companions seemed to give it more credence than even she herself did now that she was back into her right mind.<br/><br/>"Get that out of my face before I shove it up<i><b>your</b></i>ass!"  She snapped at Spencer once he finished his audio notes and appeared to want a quote from her.  Her mind still recalling the question the poor victim of her hallucination was forced to consider.  But it was all impossible.  She was beginning to wonder if the Warden had roofied her, though she had never heard of the date rape drug having caused hallucinations like this, but maybe it was the power of the guides suggestions that had brought it on.  Surely there had to be a psychologically sound reason for what she had just experienced.<br/><br/>She may have dismissed Spencer's request for her words directly but she had listened to what he said.  She turned towards Jamie once more.  "Is that what you felt, that you were reliving the horror or watching it from the outside?"  Perhaps that was the most frightening aspect of the vision, she hadn't been watching some long ago victim, it had been her suspended from that ceiling.  The loss of control, had felt incredibly real.  Her nipples ached as if every detail had happened to her and not some illusion.<br/><br/>That last question still lingered in her head.  "Where did she want this to go?"  She smiled at her self for a brief moment, it was a difficult question, except that for Lea, it was only difficult because she would want both.<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/>Whatever progress Leanna had made at calming herself quickly came undone as James approached her with the chained clamps.  She had no idea what he intended with them but from the look of the clamps and the look on his face, she feared it.  She tried to wriggle, her firm young breasts jiggling enticingly with her effort.  But suspended as she was, she had little chance of stopping him or even slowing him significantly.  She whimpered at the pain, but flushed red at the realization that it caused a tingling in her nether regions.  Was she really such a sinful whore as the sisters at the orphanage called the naughty girls.<br/><br/>She was, in a way, more comfortable with the beatings than the clamps or even having her young cunt shaved smooth.  Pain she knew how to endure and pain was purifying, but the other touches and sensations, they were much more dangerous.  Pleasure was a temptation, the path to sin and her eternal soul would be damned if she gave into such feelings.  At least that is what the sisters had preached to the pre-pubescent girls until they accepted it as fact.  She had been a good girl, at least until her own body began to betray her.  Perhaps this punishment is what she got for experimenting with the other girls as their breasts grew and they became young women together.<br/><br/>"You're hurting me!"  She cried as Clause hung more weight upon the chain clamped between her hardened nipples.  Leanna had never experienced that awful connection between pleasure and pain and she was far too preoccupied to notice just how wet her pussy had become.  At least not until the handle of the riding crop slid the length of her slit and would glisten from her juices.  Her body twitched at the unfamiliar sensation of the handle pressing against her sphincter.  Even the wickedest of the girls at the orphanage had never suggested sodomy.  But as Clause forced a decision upon her and she was afraid to not comply, the answer was clear.  She knew she was expected to protect her virginity at all cost.  She didn't want her master to think her a whore so she looked at him in his chair as she thrust her hips forward, guiding the improvised phallus against the tight rosebud of her anal opening.  She sobbed quietly as she made her choice known to all in the room.