The Reverend maintained, kept on keeping on.  Restraining his bitch -- Maddy, ha! cute name she used to have! -- all the more brutally now that he knew the Boss saw some kind of value he wanted to extract from her.  He felt his heart racing. Boss was gonna put on a show for her, which meant he had front row seats.<br/><br/>He put his left arm around her abdomen and could feel the material of her skirt as he started bending her forward further, and then further, while pulling back even harder on her hair, forcing her lower but her neck straining to make her look up at the Boss from this lowered and demeaning position, her ass sticking out back at him. Damn she felt fine! And was that silk? Or the cheap fake stuff?  He loved the feel of her elegant skirt against his arm, smooth and sliding just a little against her skin, her body squirming beneath it, the feel of her hair tangled and tugging against his fist.  He shifted his position now that he had her bending -- ha, bowing to Mordecai, yeah, that was it -- and he wrapped one leg around her hip, getting her completely controlled, wrapping her up with her ass pressed back against his impatient cock.<br/><br/>Of course she was still yammering useless, distracting, annoying crap that didn't sound like no bank codes to him. "SHUT, the FUCK,  UP" he growled in her ear as he released his grip around her middle long enough to slap the shit out of her tits a few more times until the bitch got quiet. "We're not going to be able to hear the screaming properly. And unless I'm hearing bank codes or the gurgling of cock and cum from those pretty lips of yours, you'd better be silent or else," and he laughed, "we'll brand both your little friends right in front of your eyes -- with your name on their burning skin, so they'll always remember whose fault it was."  And he listened very carefully for the tiniest excuse to make that little fantasy of his come true.  "Oh please bitch," he whispered menacingly so she alone could hear, "just say one more word."<br/><br/>Of course now that he had the itch, he might want to see all three of 'em branded with the same mark as the ranch's cows, since they were property now instead of people.  But he'd wait to whisper that particular little piece of news until it was more useful.