The Reverend was enjoying the bitch's little squirms and squeaks, the way her body was resisting the pain of the nails and the pleasure of the vibrator at the same time. He wasn't pushing the dial too fast, didn't want her to cum all at once. He wanted her to have plenty of time to see it coming.  To fight it and resist it. To know her friends would hear her sounds, the groans and little moans, knowing perfectly well what they were thinking, and not be able to stop him.  And then, when she was sweating, when she looked soft and wet and ripe, he'd give her that little extra something, right where the girls always seemed to like it.  And then everything she'd fought against and resisted, the humiliation of losing control of her own pleasure, even when it meant the hatred of her friends, it would all come crashing down on her in an ecstatic tidal wave, and he'd make sure the microphones captured every last whimpering breath.<br/><br/>She was a few minutes in and he was loving the way her hips moved because of the thing buzzing away inside her, the way she couldn't guard herself entirely from the simple pleasure it brought. And then the loud gasps, the groans, as each of those little movements settled her down just a little bit more on the nails, maybe poking her about in a thigh, maybe against her back, or right in the tender cheeks of her ass -- it depended on which way her pleasure made her body move in that moment. He was loving it, and he could tell she knew perfectly well exactly how much he loved it, that was part of the point.  He made a particularly lewd gesture and cranked it up a few more notches for her, and laughed as she jerked helplessly and cried out softly, unable to stay silent from it all.<br/><br/>But the Boss interrupted his playtime, his voice sounding very urgent. He needed information and he needed it now.  Hmmmm.<br/><br/>"Ok sweet cunt," he cooed, playing as much for the microphones as for the gasping bitch strapped down in front of him.  "I know this feels sooooo good." And he turned the knob a little more to give the vibrator another little surprising burst of activity, so the sounds of her body reacting to both the pleasure and the inevitable painful result would be quite obvious to any and all who were listening. He grinned evilly at her.  Now he moved behind her, so she couldn't even see him by turning her head. He could see her shoulders moving as she breathed, the little breaths and gasps, the light jerks of her body as she struggled to pull herself first off one little nail digging deeper, only to drive herself harder onto another.<br/><br/>He leaned forward, his fingers brushing her hair aside on her shoulder, bringing his lips right to her ear, grazing her earlobe as he whispered to her softly enough that only she could hear, "give it to us now, or your clit is going to get the full treatment, do you understand bitch?"<br/><br/>He licked her neck and nibbled at her throat, then back to her ear, "I'll make you squeal like you're having the fuck of your life and make you beg for it if I have to, unless you give us the information right... fucking... now" He turned the dial another notch, licked his fingers, and reached around with his hand, between her legs, letting his fingertips gently brush her clit, once, twice, ensuring she had no doubt that he knew exactly where to find it. "Don't disappoint me, sweet bitch," he whispered again, and then pressed downward on her thigh with that roving hand before tweaking her clit another time, and then again, his teeth and lips back on the soft smooth skin of her neck, nibbling and biting gently, then moving on to taste the slightly sweaty flavor of her shoulder next.<br/>