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The Naked City Chronicles Chapter 1 (reboot) - Your Favourite Nightmare

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The Naked City Chronicles Chapter 1 - Your Favourite Nightmare



Narrated by @Colonel_Liam


 
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As the three of them entered the house proper, Lea felt a twist in her stomach, powerful enough to elicit a gasp of pain. When she opened her eyes. The house was restored to it's glory. The white marble polished, the oak trim complete and waxed, the doors intact, the scent of filth gone, instead replaced by lavender and sage.

She herself had changed, she was a decade younger or more, and rather than a stylish shirt, and jeans, she wore a modest maids dress from the previous century. She could feel the whalebone girdle constricting her waist and pushing her full breast up. The fabric was coarser than she was used to, stuffy an scratchy, covering her to her ankles, wrist, even her throat.


The handsome PHD student she had been clinging to had changed into a butler or manservant. Clause. She would remember, gripping her upper arm roughly as he tugged her down the hallway against her will, and Jaime into the head housekeeper, guiding the pair of them down the hallway with a lit lantern.
"The master wants to address your thieving personally." said Clause, harshly.


In the present, the darkness hid the blank look in Lea's eyes from her companions, and unless they chose to investigate, they would only note that she seemed more quiet and meek than usual, following Spencer's lead silently.
 

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The skeptical professor would have quite likely scoffed at Spender's admission of paying nearly a grand for this low budget funhouse. But it was as if the question had lost all interest for her.

Lea had barely recovered from the first flashback than another struck her physically, she bowed over a moment but soon recovered, at least physically. But her gaze now had a somewhat otherworldly look and the normally confident professor seemed more docile and uncertainly. Her grip on Spencer's hand became much reduced, though she made no effort to brake from his grip she stepped back as if in fear of him.

"I haven't stolen anything!" She protested meekly, her feet trying to take her away from the other two but unable or unwilling to break away from even the slightest remaining grip of the grad student. It was as if she were afraid to displease or defy him but was desperately fearful.

"No please." She whimpered softly, like a child about to be punished rather than the sexually confident woman who had initially joined them. Spencer's further inquiries were met with only a puzzled and frightened face. "I haven't seen anything, only the master..." She appeared ready to make a confession of just what she had observed of the master but suddenly thought better of it. Her heart was racing, her chest rising and falling as she panted with fear and a primal fight or flight response but afraid to do either.
 
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James Little walked up to the young kitchen maid and as she withdrew from Clause grabbed her other arm quite roughly, making any attempt of escape futile.
"When the master summons you you do not refuse or make excuses. Whether you are a thieving whore, or just a regular whore is certainly not of any significance."
It had long been Mr Gordon's policy to hire young women from various orphanages, young women having been taught to have few expectations in life other than at best to find a husband and have his children, who had been educated only to the extent it was necessary for them to carry out household duties and be good subservient wives. Leanna Thomas was no exception from this rule.

Mr Gordon had also made a habit of finding any reason he could think of to punish these young women in the harshest of ways. It could be for as simple a transgression as to having dropped a fork on the floor to his favourite, theft. His favourite form of punishment was to first strip the young woman naked and then himself. The woman then had her wrists bound and tied to a hook from which usually hung a lamp in the centre of his bedroom before he beat her with either a riding crop or a five foot single-tail leather whip. The positioning of the woman allowed him to walk around her and strike her from all angles. Every time he metered out this punishment, which could go on for hours, he sported a most impressive erection and often ejaculated as well.

Often the women then had their wounds tended to by either James or Clause and were then kept confined in a large walk in closet of sorts that could only be accessed through the master's bedroom and his office. There they served as his whores for as long as it amused him after which they were promptly fired and sold off to employers in different cities.

Jamie was at first too preoccupied with searching for her friend but also with taking care not to step in certain spots to avoid rousing the ghosts of those who were once buried underneath the floor to notice what was going on with Dr Thomas but when she heard the older woman speak in an almost childish voice: "No please." ... "I haven't seen anything, only the master...", the spell of Su-Ji's voice was temporarily broken and she turned to look at the pair behind her.

Seeing how Dr Thomas movements suddenly seemed more mechanical she realised that the hauntings had begun for real. It was no longer just an enticing call to draw them in. This, she knew from past experiences, also meant that there was no turning back, at least no easy way, no safe way. The trick, if one could or even should call it that, was to stay one step ahead of the house, know its traps. In many ways it was not much different from The Zone with the exception that there was no reward waiting for them inside the mansion, only misery, despair, fear and waking nightmares.

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Clause had grown accustomed to the protestations and lamentations of his master's victims, so the maid's pitiful cries registered as no more than white noise as they made their way down the endless hallways and corridors toward Mr. Gordon's room. His grip held her arm like a vise, his fingers pinching down into her flesh hard enough to bruise. The dark and stoic butler was not looking to repeat the mishaps caused by the last woman who was forced down these halls, nor the reprimands he endured nor the cleaning he performed afterwards.

"Cease your stubborn resistance and perhaps we shall suggest that you be granted some leniency," he scolded, knowing full well Mr. Gordon would never entertain such an idea. He yanked her several times on behalf of his master's impatience and quickened his pace.

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An eerie unease had settled in much quicker than Spencer expected. When the professor had loosened her grip on his hand, he wondered whether it was because she was repulsed by the sudden clamminess of his palms. One minute they were glued to one another and exchanging light conversation, albeit under creepy circumstances, and the next minute she was spouting a quiet nonsense about a master he couldn't see and their guide continued following a voice he could not hear.

With his flashlight in one hand and Lea in the other, he hadn't the means to reach for his recording, and so he settled with mumbling to himself instead, making a mental note to go back and re-record at his earliest convenience.

"Rather unexplainable events are unfolding, though I am witness to none of it myself. My companions speak to apparitions or talk of... things that don't exist. If this shall be a haunt, I feel wholly ill-prepared to document the event."

Dragging an uncharacteristically stiff Lea behind him, Spencer rushed to catch up to their guide, not realizing he should be taking the same care as her about where he stepped. His feet stomped carelessly against the floor as he made his way toward her. "What is going on?" he asked Jamie. "Something seems on the cusp of transpiring. What should we do?" The beam of his flashlight shining against the opposite wall exaggerated the quiver in his hand.

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"You, you're hurting me!" Lea cried out in the girl's voice at Spencer as she stopped dead in her tracks, her upper arms held out awkwardly as if gripped by invisible fingers. She didn't let go of Spencer but her grip was not enough to hold him if he kept going. "I'm not a whore!" She cried in that same childish voice, genuine indignation dripping from every syllable. Her bright eyes, big as saucers, were on Jamie as she protested but it was if she was in an entirely different conversation than the one in the decrepit basement of the rundown mansion.

She stood there stiff as wire then suddenly she relaxed, nearly falling to her knees but managing to keep her feet under her. Her eyes focused and a sense of recognition and awareness filled her demeanor. Her confidence was back, though shaken slightly, by the otherworldly experience. She looked about, the trash and filth back instead of the gleaming polished floor. "That was so strange." She said as much to herself as to her companions.

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Leanna wasn't a whore, but she was a thief. She hadn't started out as one, growing up at the orphanage there simply wasn't much of anything to steal. But the Master, he lived in a house of plenty. First it was just food, she had always been hungry before the Master had pulled her out of the squalor she become so accustomed. It was perhaps her bright eyes and red hair that had helped her stand out from the others. A blessing the nuns had told her, so happy for her to have been selected by such a wealthy and generous patron.

But then it became odd coins left about, then jewelry. They had seemed almost discarded, or perhaps that was what she had told herself when she collected them. It wouldn't be long before she could leave here with money of her own and strike out on some grand adventure once she turned 16. Little had she known that she had been being groomed from the very beginning for what was about to happen.
 
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The Master was waiting for the trio as they came through the secret door. He was lounging in a large armchair, swirling a glass of fine brandy. Dressed in a velvlet robe, that was loose enough to show that he was naked beneath it, he smiled as his henchmen brought the attractive girl to him, protesting all the way. Her protests would do little to avail her, except to her arouse him. He knew she was a thief, because he had made her a thief. He had seen the greed in her eyes the day she entered his household, and he had intentionally left trinkets and coins where she might find them, increasing their value until it was too much for the young woman to resist.

As Clause and James held her, he gripped her chin and forced her to look at him, while he held the bag of evidence in his other hand, tossing it up to gauge his weight. "Oh there will be no leniency. I would be...remiss in my duties as a master if I were to let my servants delve into such degredation.
He poured out the piles of trinkets and gold onto the table. "Quiet a sum... say what you will of whores. At least they give something of value from their masters. You may not have intended to be one, but I will take this value from you." he said with a cruel, smile as he gestured for his lackey to string her by her wrists from the meat hook that hung from the ceiling.

In the pile of stolen goods, he found an ornate letter opener, and when the slut was strung up her used to roughly cut away her clothes, before he started his punishment by slapping the flat of her blade across her nipples several times.

Looking to the two other men he opened a chest that contained other tools of pain. "My loyal men... you know the sounds I desire. Make the whore.... agreeable." he said as he sat back in the chair and sipped his drink as he began to stroke his already hard cock.

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"And so the house begins its game," Jamie said as she stepped carefully back towards Dr Thomas taking hold of her arm just as she seemed to come back from the haunting.
"You must have stepped on the spot where one of those poor girls was buried. They don't like that much, nor would anyone I assume."
She turned Dr Thomas face towards her and looked into her eyes. They were still somewhat blank and distant, as if the haunting still continued in the background, as if the handsome sceptic had only been allowed a brief respite from whatever horror she was being subjected to by the house.

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Leanna had been strung up by her hands to a height where her toes no longer touched the floor, no matter how much she strained to reach it. She certainly had a very nice body, a slim waist with wide child-bearing hips and buttocks to match. He legs were slender but also looked quite strong. And her breasts, her large full round breasts, still mostly unspoiled by age and gravity, were absolutely gorgeous. James assumed this was in part due to those modern bust supporters he knew the girl used to wear under her maid's uniform. He would without question enjoy using and abusing her body.

James knew the contents of the chest by heart and he knew his favourite tool with which to inflict damage in order to make the whore agreeable. He also knew of course that what he and Clause were about to inflict on the girl was nothing more than foreplay for the master to enjoy before he took over. The first order of business though would be to remove all hair from the girl's cunt. Therefore he picked up the small box containing a straight razor, a pair of small scissors, a brush and soap. Meanwhile Clause had brought over a small bowl of water.

James carefully trimmed off most of the hair from Leanna's cunt with the scissors before lathering it and with skill shaved off the remains until the lips were as smooth as polished ivory. Once he was satisfied with his work he presented it to the master for approval.

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Spencer hooked a hand under Dr. Thomas's arm to help hold her steady. "Are you well? Take your time, Doctor." He turned his attention toward their guide, who had just finished investigating the professor's face. "I must say, this is a far more active haunt than I was expecting. What game is this exactly? Was it a possession? A hallucination? I find it fascinating that treading over the burial spot of a murder victim should incur such a reaction. When the professor has had a moment to recover, I wish to know all that she saw and heard. Have we the time for that?"

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Clause nodded solemnly. He and James were well-practiced in making whores "agreeable", having gone through this exercise with several women even before Leanna. Their familiarity had reached a point where their movements were quick and efficient and they could even anticipate each others' needs. Knowing that James could wish to clean the subjects, Clause made his way over to his master's washbasin and poured out a bowl of water to bring to his partner.

Next, he rummaged through the chest for his own implement of choice. He pulled out a black riding crop, which had the weathered and frayed appearance of something that had seen heavy use over the years, and slapped it against the palm of his hand a few times. The butler had a preference for the lightweight tools, which allowed for more control and finesse in their application of discipline. As James worked between the buxom maid's legs, Clause walked a slow circle around the helpless woman.

With the leather tip of the riding crop, he flicked gently at her left nipple, watching as it grew taut against his touch, before he whipped her across her breast. He repeated the same on her right side, teasing the nipple with the crop until they stiffened and then striking her skin sharply. Clause walked to her backside, lashing at her buttocks, her legs, her shoulders, and her arms. Leanna's pained cries filled the room, a sound that Clause was so accustomed to that it garnered no reaction from him. And when James had finished cleaning her, Clause ran the end of the riding crop against her bare slit and leaned into her ear.

"Sir insists you are agreeable," he growled. "When you have ceased your pathetic mewls and are prepared to submit, you will do so by addressing Mister Gordon as 'Master'."

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The dazed look in Lea's eyes came to focus as Jamie offered their explanation for what she had experienced. "I don't think so." The redheaded professor's temper flared briefly as her patience with this game was quickly coming to an end. "She's alive, but they are going to...hurt her." Feeling that Jamie was perhaps somehow part of whatever scheme was afoot she tried to pull away from the girl's grip, though she was stronger than she appeared.

Turning towards Spender as if for help she blinked her bright eyes as if trying to clear the fog from her mind. "We don't have time, we must save her." There was as much fear in Lea's voice as determination as it was still unclear to the woman whether she was saving someone. "It isn't a game at all, are you going to help me or just stand there?" It seemed the hands on her arms were more holding her back than pulling her forward, but the tension was all the same.



The young redhead struggled physically against the two henchmen but went still other than a tremble as the master of the house looked at her. Had her hands been free she would have covered the sight of her ample cleavage as his eyes seemed to bore into her. She was certain he could see right into her soul. She wanted to look down in shame, the sisters at the orphanage had taught her that stealing was a mortal sin, but the master made her look up at him. Her eyes were big as saucers as he weighed the evidence against her for all to see. All her hopes and dreams felt as if they were going up in flames, that she would burn in hell for her sins. Little did she know what was truly in store of her.

She focused upon the letter opener that looked more like a knife as he held it aimed at her. Would he really murder her for those few coins? He had so much and she had so little. She held her breath as he brandished the knife but instead of it piercing her flesh she heard the torn cloth of her maid's uniform. She felt the cool air of the room upon her naked flesh along with the hot stares of the men who looked upon her in ways she had never experienced. It was frightening, but also a little...erotic. She felt a warmth deep in her core that only confirmed her own sinful nature. Her nipples responded to the master's use of the flat of the blade, she was beginning to think she knew what was to be expected of her. She was wrong.

"No, I'll be agreeable, I promise." She begged but she had little idea of just what agreeable meant to these men and certainly not the master. She went silent as she watched him reveal his hardened member and stroke it openly. She had never seen a male cock before, such things were only for a marriage bed, the sisters had warned her of male wickedness.

She struggled again as her wrists were bound but it was all for naught, they were too strong for her alone. She felt the tension of her weight placed upon the hook in the ceiling, she had never felt so helpless nor so on display. He freed boobs swung heavily, sometimes out of time with her suspended body.

She went still though as James brandished a much sharper razor and the scissors. She wasn't expecting him to shave her pussy, but was dreadfully frightened he might slip so she did her best to hold still. It was easy enough as he trimmer her bush, but she squirmed as he lathered her up, she had touched herself there alone at night, but having someone else touch her, it was incredible.

She was too rattled to notice the efficiency of her fellow servants to realize they had done this before. Staying still to be shaved was again made more complex by Clause's work with the crop. She watched him warily, steeling herself to accept the sting of the crop and not flinch and risk getting cut in her most sensitive place. She panted breathlessly as he toyed with her already hard nipples, they ached from the attention. His slap caught her by surprise, her boob jiggled from the contact but her body stayed as still as possible. She was more prepared for the second strike, whimpering slightly as the strike landed upon her naked flesh.

Tears streamed from her eyes as Clause explained her submission. She calmed herself, looking from the servants then to the master. "I'll try." She whimpered as she hung helplessly. "I'm ready to submit...Master." She said as formally as she could manage from her precarious perch.

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"It certainly is no game," Jamie said, still not letting go of Lea even though she tried to pull away with some urgency.
"I told you. Nothing here is fake as you seemed to think until you stepped on a grave triggering the memories of that poor unfortunate soul whose body once lay buried there."
She shook her head slowly.
"There is no one to save. Whatever you saw, whatever the house made you see, she has been dead for more than a century. There is nothing you can do to relieve her suffering now."
Jamie herself had once been caught in one of those hauntings during one of her first trips into the mansion and knew very well what those young women had suffered before their deaths. That time it had taken one of her friends from the gatehouse to shake her out of it and after that she had been more careful where she stepped inside that house, having used her instincts to avoid the triggers that were like traps all over the house. Though she did find it odd that Lea had had a vision where she stood, as far as Jamie knew there was no grave in the center of the room. They were, as far as she knew, all around the edges. Perhaps there was some kind of connection between the young woman and Lea that neither of them knew about which made Lea more sensitive to the haunting.



Once the shaving was done and the young woman's cunt was completely smooth James put the bowl aside and reached into the chest and took out two small clamps that Master Gordon had ordered to specification from a local jeweller, they were intended to be used on the nipples. They were connected by a thin chain from which weights could be hung. They were designed to cause pain, excruciating pain. He grabbed Leanna's left breast and squeezed it hard to make the nipple poke out from her breasts. He fastened the clamp on it and letting go of the breast tightened the screw. He then repeated the process on her right breast and having both clamps in place he tightened both screws even more before pulling on the chain to make sure they would stay in place.

In his chair Jasper Gordon was enjoying the pleas and screams of the young woman he was about to have his way with. He chuckled evilly as she offered her submission to him but rather than getting out of his chair he simply let his two male servants continue to torture the young woman. Letting Clause keep going at her with the riding crop while James, now having fastened the clamps on her nipples, chose a studded paddle with which he began to beat her thighs.

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Jamie's explanations for Lea's seemingly unmotivated hysteria was precisely the sort of material Spencer had come for. Though there was no objectively visible evidence, even a video recording of the professor, had it been possible to make, would not stand up to scrutiny by his peers. However, her ramblings would at least served as a possible window into the long and mysterious history of the house and its owner; any details she could offer might be subjects for research later.

Spencer released one of his hands from Lea's and fumbled with his recorder, "One guest appears to be experiencing visual and auditory hallucinations. And as our guide seems to be instructing, its trigger is the molestation or disruption of historial landmarks or sites and seems to manifest as a 'reliving' of an experience. How fortunate that history should be so unearthed. I must fight the urge to defile these locuses of history myself, as I must keep my wits for the sake of documenting this event."

This time, rather than switching it off, he left the recorder running and pointed the mic in Lea's direction. He hoped he'd brought enough cassettes.



"Hardly convincing," Clause huffed. "That 'try' of yours left wanting. You barely garnered a reaction from Master Gordon with that pathetic whine. Perhaps you should try speaking through actions instead of words. Your background should not be so simple as to not know the saying, right little whelp?"

He walked back toward the chest of implements and fished around for a handful more, tucking them under his arm as if collecting tinder for a fire. Then he stopped in front of her and began to gently hang or drape them from the chain strung between her chest. Shackles. A ball gag with leather straps. A cord of rope. A multi-tailed flogger. Each, when gradually added to the chain, pulled on the clamps more and more, tugging and stretching at her nipples. When he'd emptied his hands, he picked his riding crop back up and walked over to the young woman's backside.

"Something to look forward to," Clause growled into her ear. "Or, if you should fear their use, consider them as motivation to do exactly as you are told." The butler flipped the riding crop over in his hand and began prodding between her legs with the leather bound handled end. The handle grazed over her freshly shaved slit up to her anus and back down again, teasing at the idea of finding itself an entrance but hesitating just before penetrating.

"Now, using only your body, show Master Gordon where you would like this to go."

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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.

"Get that out of my face before I shove it up your 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.

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.

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.



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.

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.

"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.
 
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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.



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.


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.


He gave Clause a nod, pushing him to continue, while he waved James over, and whispered two words into his ear. "More weight."

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"Please leave her be," Jamie said at the young man.
"I realise this is what you came for, to document incidents just like this one but do show a little respect. At least let her catch her breath and find her footing in this reality again before you pester her with questions."
Jamie now turned to Dr Thomas and let go of her arm.
"Trust me, there really is nothing you can do for that poor girl now. I've made the same mistake you just did myself when i first began exploring the mansion and I know what you saw, at least the basics of it. I know how real it feels, how it really feels like you were there, that it was you being subjected to The Master's and his two henchmen's abuse. I know you felt everything she felt, the pain, the humiliation, the fear, but she has been dead for a century, at least. Now careful where you step and we might just get to the back stairs in one piece each and with our wits intact."



James nodded and from the chest picked up several weights that had been made to use on a scale but which now had a small hook welded to them so they could be hung from the chain connecting the maid's nipples. He began adding the smallest of the weights, a mere ounce and worked his way step by step, 2 ounces, 4, 8, 1 lb, up to the largest weighing a full 2 lb. The more weight he added to the chain the more the clamps pulled on her nipples, the more it pulled her breasts towards the floor, stretching them painfully. The pull on the nipples had caused them to start bleeding as the teeth on the clamps now tearing at them rather than just digging into them.
"Should I apply the clamps on the thieving harlots labia as well Master Gordon?" he then asked and held out a pair of similarly designed clamps as the ones now tearing at her nipples.
"Or would You rather I first penetrate her dirty cunt with the carved phallus?"
As he spoke the question he took out a phallic object from the chest. It was almost a foot and a half long and at least 4" across at the widest and there could be no doubt that it was not designed for female pleasure but for pain and destruction of the vagina. One could also see just by looking at it that it was not polished smooth or lacquered.

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Spencer stared at the professor after her outburst, almost dumbfounded that he angered her so. He had figured a fellow academic would jump at the opportunity to contribute to the understanding of these new discoveries, but it seemed he was mistaken. That didn't happen often, and it left a bad taste in his mouth.

Nevertheless, her scolding followed by Jamie's chastising encouraged him to disengage his tape recorder from Lea's direction. Although instead of turning it off or putting it away, he tucked it into his breast pocket with the mic situated just above the opening so as to continue to pick up sufficiently loud voices or noises.

"Do we follow you, then?" he asked of their guide. "Or do we wait for Dr. Thomas to live out her experience? Does severing it prematurely not risk injury?"



"An excellent choice, and Master Gordon appreciates your compliance," growled Clause, as he watched Leanna struggle against the leather knot of his riding crop. "And without the aid of lubrication? You may yet surprised us all, this evening..."

He watched with a lustful intensity as the young woman struggled against the tool, her hips wriggling to find the right angle, her body writhing from the tightness of her bonds but also from the pain being administered to her swollen nipples. He watched with a ferocious glee as her anus loosened its puckering just enough for it to wrap over the first inch of leather, and her immediate clenching reflex draw an additional inch up inside of her.

Clause nodded in acknowledgement of his master, before gripping the riding crop tight in his hands, and started to apply his own upward pressure in the direction of the maiden's ass. He was firm, but not violent, as he was interested more in what she might achieve on her own than what her body could handle physically. He loved these moments, as it offered him a glimpse how different women were, particularly in the lines they would willingly cross to save themselves from something worse.

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