He began scribbling furiously as the cunt began pouring out her financial soul, sounding like she was calling a game of Bingo, but making sure he got every number and letter down, and reading it back to her, all the while, stroking lewdly at her with the handle of the nasty whip. Finally she stopped, and he put the pad down and patted her on the thigh. "Good girl, very good. The Boss will be pleased." He tugged on the hem of her panties, tugging them away from her, and then he shoved the handle of the whip in between the fabric and the skin of her sex, lodging it inside her panties, with the long vicious strands still dangling from her thighs. "Hold this a second."<br/><br/>He reached for his knife, and held it up in front of her. "Gotta prepare you, cunt, for what comes next." He smirked and put the cool metal against her bare skin beneath her bra strap and pulled, slicing it open. He repeated that a couple more times, until her bra was shredded and he pulled it from her, exposing her bare tits. He flicked at her nipples with his finger, teasing them, and pinching them for a moment, just because he could. But then he put the blade to her hip, slicing through the fabric, tearing at her panties until they were sliced open in a number of spots. He put the knife down and took the whip back in his left hand, and then began tearing away the shreds of fabric, only the little ripped bits remaining that were impaled on nails along with the skin of her hips and ass.<br/><br/>He stepped back with the whip in his hand, his eyes openly devouring the sight of the now naked woman strapped down onto the nails he'd hammered in this morning.  He smirked, taking his time, and making sure she could see the bulge the sight of her like this was causing him.  He let the whip trail to the floor beside him, his fingers holding the handle lightly. "You now, you really are a clever bitch.  Did you think I was going to mark you before sending you in to your friends, letting you appear just as victimized, or at least nearly so?" He laughed out loud.  "Listen cunt, just between you and me, you HAVE spared your friends the taste of this whip, which is now reserved solely for use on your naughty hide.  But you're going to have to wait for it.  You'll get the whipping you want, but only in front of your friends, when they can feel it is retribution for your cruelty. Not now, when it will let you off the hook."<br/><br/>He stepped forward and roughly spread the lips of her cunt with his fingers and then he held the thick handle of the whip to her cunt, and began forcing it up into her, knowing it had to hurt without any lubrication or preparation, but he wasn't worried, because this pain wouldn't show.  And he twisted and pushed and listened to her cries, until it was lodged up inside her cunt, good and deep and tight.  He patted her again on the thigh.  "That'll do for now though.  That'll do."<br/><br/>He buzzed Mordecai and then he took a chair and just watched her silently, and her impaled cunt, with the strands hanging out of her. And he waited, smiling with self-satisfaction, for Mordecai to come for his codes.