The Reverend smiled with pride, drinking in the way the Boss seemed to be treating him -- the new guy -- with respect.  He gave the whip he'd shoved up the bitch's cunt a happy little twist, just wanting to make her squeal and drive herself onto the nails a bit harder as a way of celebrating how happy this made him.  He nodded at the Boss's, suggestion...well, the Boss was polite enough to phrase it as a suggestion in front of the bitch, but somehow the way he said it he didn't think it wise to ever take anything the man said as anything but an order.  Fortunately, the man's mind didn't seem to live in a gutter too far from his own, and he was more than happy to comply.  "You bet Boss.  I think our bitch here has been very helpful, and she deserves a nice loud orgasm as a reward, so her friends can hear it too.  I'm sure her friends would love to hear her cum, while they are suffering."<br/><br/>The Reverend twisted the whip handle roughly, now jerking it out of her, not particularly concerned if it is was painful to her.  Well, in fact, he was concerned, and it was painful, so all was right with the Reverend's world.  "But, I must say, I hope the bitch finds a little politeness in her or I'm going to have to add to her whipping later.  She never even thanked me for letting her cunt hold the whip handle.  And it's too late now. Open wide bitch, open that pretty mouth for me. I need you to hold the whip for me."  He pinched her nose shut so she couldn't breath without opening her mouth as he was demanding, slapping her tits roughly as she tried to twist her head away, "No silly bitch, you don't have a choice, hold still." and he kept at it, slapping her and pinching her nose shut until her mouth was open and gasping for breath, and then he worked the whip handle in between her lips, past her teeth, just the way he had jammed it into her cunt minutes before. He could see her eyes wide, but he forced it deeper, the leather covered wooden handle thick, like the Reverend's cock at this point.  He stopped only when she started to gag, not needing to shove the whip down her throat. That pleasure he thought best reserved for later. He pulled it back just a fraction of a centimeter, and stroked her soft black hair. "That's a good girl, don't drop it now!"<br/><br/>He moved across the room as he watched the Boss examining the results on the screen as he keyed in the codes.  Opening the top drawer revealed a treasure trove of wonders that made the Reverend gasp with delight.  A slew of clamps, with and without spikes, dildoes, electrical cables and leads, needles and rings of varying lengths and thicknesses, more than he could even imagine in one drawer, but not the pink thing. He closed that one and looked in the next one down, and there he found it.  He pulled it out, slammed the drawer shut, unable to stop his mind from wandering over the ideas of the other drawer's contents, but first things first. Back to the bitch, vibrator in hand.<br/><br/>He put his hand on her thigh as soon as he was back to her, loving the firm smooth feeling of her leg muscles, wondering to himself if it was yoga, or jogging, or swimming that kept this woman so fit.  He'd have to find new ways to exercise her so she stayed toned and desirable while she was being trained, and that brought another smile to his face.  He could see her face, the look in her eyes, as her mouth held the whip handle that had just been in her cunt, and that would soon be used on her naked body.  The Reverend nodded, and now gently worked the nice vibrator between her soft lips, nestling it gently up into her, pushing it in, deeper and deeper, until it was fully buried in her.  The vibrator's path into the bitch's cunt had not been as difficult as he expected, and he slapped her leg, "You must be enjoying this a lot cunt, from the feel of that vibrator slipping up into you! Damn, we don't want the thing just sliding out of your wet cunt though." To be sure, he took the length of chain attached to the exposed end of the vibrator and tugged it upward, bringing the end up to where the strands of the whip were dangling from the few inches of whip handle not pushed into her mouth, and wrapped the chain around the whip handle. "There, that'll keep ya plugged and happy!" and the Reverend stepped back to admire his work.<em>So damn sexy like that, the look of pain and confusion</em>he thought to himself, and couldn't help touching himself just a little from the sight of the bitch, all strapped in and plugged up and helpless.<br/><br/>"Good lord woman, I almost forgot, why the hell didn't you remind me?" The Reverend stepped forward and gave her another slap, this time to her other thigh so she would have matching red marks. "That's for not reminding me!  I forgot to turn this thing on!" and he turned a little knob on the remote in his hand, putting it to the first dial setting, and then the second, slowly driving the vibrator faster and faster in the poor cunt's pussy, hoping the vibrator was like those Spinal Tap amps: that it goes to 11.<br/><br/>