The Reverend strolled over to the hen house, and pulled out a cigarette as he walked down the hall, lighting it up and puffing it to a nice fragrant smoky redness on the tip as he entered the room with the lovely caged women.  He stood in the doorway for a moment, just surveying the scene.  He waited until he was noticed, waiting for the three naked women on their knees in the cage, collared and leashed to the ring in the floor by those short chains, to look at him. And he waited some more, puffing on the cigarette again, and then holding it as he blew the smoke, waiting while all three of them had time to wonder what would happen to them next, to wonder if it was them.  But it was the bossier bitch, the one with the info that his gaze finally settled on.  He put the cigarette back in his mouth. "Let's get started shall we?"<br/><br/>He moved forward and reached for her chain with a firm grip of his fist, and slapped her right across the face with the back of his other hand. He raised his hand again, and held it there, "You even<em>think</em>about causing me even a moment of trouble and I will slap you until you can't even kneel, until you're lying there unconscious and we have to pee on you to wake you up. Got me Princess?" He looked her in the eye, and blew smoke right in her face.<br/><br/>Slowly he lowered Slapper -- that's what he liked to call his right hand; although, he sometimes had to explain what kind of slapping he was talking about -- and he disconnected the bitch's leash from the ring.  He held the chain, which now dangled against her back  as there was some slack in it now between his fist on one end of it, and her collar on the other.  He pointed at the floor right outside the cage. "Crawl, Princess." And he kicked her hard in the ass with his boot.  "Crawl in front of your friends. We want more information from you, and lets see if you want to get them punished again."<br/><br/>He followed her out to that spot after another kick was enough to get the dazed bitch moving. Shit if those other two hadn't done a bit of a number on her already.  He gripped her hair in one fist, her chain with the other, and turned her roughly, forcing her to face the other two girls, with the other guys looking on too.<br/><br/>He knelt down and touched her front side, touching her tits and watching the bitch wince. "Keep it shut, bitch. I don't want to hear any whining about how much it hurts. I only want to hear the information the boss needs, and you know<em>damn well</em>what that is."  He touched her over all the red spots, all the deep scrapes, oozing lightly. It would heal, but she looked like she was hurting in front.  "Well, looks like your two friends went to town on you already, didn't they Princess?"  He squeezed her nipple with his chain hand, still holding her head up by the hair, forcing her to face her friends.<br/><br/>"I was going to work you over in front, and let them watch, and then if you didn't talk, the two of them would give it to both your friends twice as hard and twice as long -- because of you of course Princess. I wanted to paint a masterpiece of pain on your tits and your belly and maybe even a few other places, but it looks like I'd be painting on used canvas, at least for now." he reached down, stroking her belly, and then her clit, not for pleasure, but just to show he could do anything at all to her, and to do it in full view of the other two girls.<br/><br/>So we're going to work your backside first, back in the other room. But before we go, I'd like to just make sure your friends can see exactly where we're going to be doing our work for the next hour or two." He paused. "Yes, hour or two, depends on how you behave. Now turn around Princess, be a good girl and turn around, show the other two little doggies in the cage your sweet ass, I want to show them something."<br/><br/>He forced her to turn, treating her hair like a very crude harness, twisting unnecessarily, until she was facing the door and her ass toward the cage.  He knelt beside the cage.  "Fellas, make sure your bitches are watching, because they need to know what's coming for them if Princess sells them out again just to help a bank that doesn't give a shit about them either."<br/><br/>"Girls, in the other room, I've got my trusty old whip. That should be good for most of the back..." he stroked the bitch's back gently, even as he spoke of cruelty, "and most of her ass and these sexy thighs and calves." He stroked her each place he spoke of whipping, getting that skin alive to the touch, ready to receive sensation no matter what it was.  "And lastly we have to mark you, since you are property now, objects that are owned. Pets or livestock at best, you understand?"  he turned and looked at them. "So eventually you'll get branded in some nice places so whoever we let fuck you will know who to make the check out to, but for now, at least for Princess, her first brand will go right here... " and he pulled his cigarette out of his mouth, puffed it to a nice red glow, and touched it to the soft spot in the middle of her exposed foot, holding her ankle as it shook and tried to kick free, burning her foot with the cigarette. "..and here" puffing again and now burning the other foot the same way for a good five seconds, going G-Gordon-Liddy on her, pausing between feet only to slap her ass telling her "Sit still Princess, bad Princess" before burinng the second foot.<br/><br/>"You see, this way, you won't be tempted to forget what you are, and try to run around up on your feet like a human being, like your Masters. You will crawl from now on, basically for the rest of your lives, however long that turns out to be, am I right gentlemen?" He turned and looked back and forth to his two partners in this endeavor, a broad smile on his face and a huge bulge in his pants.<br/><br/>He put the cigarette in his<del>pants</del>mouth, listening to Princess sobbing and slapped her again, and then kicked her feet.  "Move it, Princess. We've got work to do. Guys, we need an audience. Let's go."<br/><br/>And he forced Princess down the hall, kicking her as needed to force her to crawl toward the room where her promised torment awaited.