Whatever doubts or hypothesees Lea might have had about the origins of her.. memories? Hallucinations? Waking dreams? she could not be in doubt that they were having an effect on her. Almost like a veteran, who had lost a limb in combat, Lea was not just witnessing the events of a previous life, she was feeling them, albeit, etherealy. She could feel the scrap of the razor on her mound, the clamps on her nipples, and soon she even felt an unfamiliar pressure on her sphincter, which though she did not experience the full density of, she was in no doubt of it's size or proportions. In the present her own body began to react to these phantom sensations.<br/><br/><br/><br/>In his chair, "The Master" as he though of himself in these moments watched his henchmen steadily abuse the poor girl. Totally gone was the respectable gentleman who seemed to have a say in any matter of import within the city. Here, a totally new persona reared it's head. Relaxing into the soft leather of the armchair, he sipped his brandy while stroking his cock slowly with his free hand.<br/><br/><br/>He watched with eager attention, as Clause made the harlot choose how she was to be violated at first. The perversion of making the girl somehow complicit in her own debauching, exciting him more than the actual act she was soon to commit.<br/><br/><br/>He gave Clause a nod, pushing him to continue, while he waved James over, and whispered two words into his ear. "More weight."<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="41027" data-username="@MsBloom" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/41027/">@MsBloom</a>