Unlike Spencer Jamie felt exactly what the second sensation to the lower abdomen was because unlike him she had a vagina in which to feel the forceful penetration. Unlike Spencer she had felt the pain of it being painfully pushed in and fill her up beyond what any man could. She cried out along with a moan of pleasure. Like the older redhead she too was used to taking pleasure from what most others might perceive only as pain. She looked up at Spencer and groaned again.<br/><i>You felt it too</i>, her eyes said and then she somehow managed push herself away from Lea and shakily stand up.<br/>She took a few moments to regain her bearings, specifically where she had placed her feet. It was then as she heard another disembodied voice whisper to her, a male voice this time:<i>Clause, James, bring her to me.</i><br/>She had no idea how but for some reason she was still connected to whatever haunting Lea suffered except now the sensations of being doubly penetrated by whatever devilish contraptions had been used on the poor woman she was channelling. It was also now she felt her penis stiffening with arousal. None of it made any sense to her. It was as Lea had said, not right. Something about this haunting was different to anything she knew about the mansion. It was as if ... she was now experiencing the haunting from a different perspective, almost certainly from the perspective of a male who had been involved in the sexual torture and death of the woman channelled by the professor. It certainly was Not Right.<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/>James nodded at his master when ordered to bring the young servant girl to him. He hoisted her down but not before first placing a collar around her neck, attaching a leash to it by which she would then be led, on her hands and knees to The Master. None of the other objects that had been applied to her suffering body had been removed, the chain with all the weights pulling her breasts down was still attached to her nipples, the thick wooden phallus still lodged securely in her cunt and the riding crop stuck out of her ass, almost like a tail.<br/><br/>It was not a great distance she would have to cover on her hands and knees but not only had the shift in her own position shifted the angles and positions of the objects inside her but being filled and weighted down the way she was made it more difficult to crawl on her hands and knees as she was wordlessly ordered to do by James pulling on the leash.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="44874" data-username="@SurreptitiousApple" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/44874/">@SurreptitiousApple</a>