"This isn't right."  Lea said softly as she found herself face down and ass up on the dingy floor of the abandoned mansion.  It wasn't actually that unusual of a position for her, but the circumstances were certainly unique.  Her mild protest wasn't a moral statement, it was simply fact, the sensations she was undoubtedly feeling simply didn't match the circumstances of her present state.  Lea was a smart woman, smart enough to admit she had no real idea just what the hell was going on but that her intellectual dismissal of a haunting no longer felt as certain as it had when she joined this little band.<br/><br/>As her companions touched her, even fleetingly, the web of connections between present and...whatever it was she was experiencing seemed to grow more complex.  She saw, or more accurately perceived her present day companions as present in whatever scene was taking place inside her, now their heads.  As for where or when the scene was taking place, the past was all she could think of even if her mind couldn't quite wrap itself around how such a thing might work.  Certainly the physicists of the world would dismiss such ideas, but she had to admit the mind could be quite powerful at times.<br/><br/>Lea's focus turned towards their guide, she squinted at the young wannabe witch as if appraising her for the very first time.  She held the girl in a grip that would communicate some sense of the intensity of the sensations she was experiencing ethereally.  She was panting now, her sexual arousal mixed with searing pain.  She had felt Spencer's touch and sudden retreat, she swept her other arm out to grip his ankle.  She was fighting for breath now but managed to gasp out a demand with as much passion as she could muster in an attempt to give some authority.  "Find some fucking lube!"<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/>"Find some fucking lube!"  The young maid hanging helplessly in front of the Master and his two underlings practically shouted in a tone and grammar quite unlike anything they might expect from the young innocent.<br/><br/>Leanna had tears streaming down her pretty young face as she felt despair in seeing the look in the Master's eyes.  She had never been so afraid and though she didn't quite understand where the thought behind her outburst came from, it gave her a sense of confidence she had no reason to believe.  But it was short lived and soon she was pouting and begging.  "Please no, stop...I...I'll do what you want....I'll give it all back....please..."  She wasn't sure what to say to make them stop, it hurt like nothing she had experienced before but that sensation that had come over her also opened her mind to the small sense of pleasure that seeped into her between the throbs of pain.  Not enough to make her wet but it was a start, but she had no confidence in it.<br/><br/>That confidence was further eroded as she found it difficult to breath, a sensation that merely fed her panic but also subtly her arousal.  She had never heard of Asphyxiophilia, but she was beginning to feel the affects as she was further stuffed with the Master's toy collection.  Whatever presence she had felt that gave her more confidence was far too fleeting, but she felt the room begin to dim and the Master might recognize the light going out in her eyes even if his henchmen did not.  If he truly wanted to punish her, he would have to ensure she didn't black out or die outright from the pain and position.