The Reverend watched the rocking of Princess's body as she was fucked, quite brutally he had to admit, by his two partners.  Her hair was in her eyes, and her skin was a little damp with perspiration from being whipped and now fucked, struggling for breath and choking down her throat's first cock.<br/><br/>"Lovely, simply lovely, Princess." He traced one of her excruciating red welts across the length of her back, slowly, with his finger, watching the writhing of her belly, the useless attempt to squirm or twist her body, as she was unable to do anything to pull away from this simple pain.  He especially loved the way the movement and the pain influenced the gagging sounds of her cock sucking.  "There there Princess, don't fret.  Over time you'll we're going to train you to love the pain as much as the pleasure.  You'll learn to accept it.  Just relax, take your fucking like a good little Princess, enjoy having your body used and abused the way nature intended.  Because in another minute, by the looks of it," and he stole a glance at Jonesy to confirm his estimate, "I'm going to use it the way nature never intended, and you'd best prepare yourself to enjoy that as well or I'll be more than a bit annoyed with you."