The Reverend continued with his holy work.<br/><br/>He held the whip in a firm grip, and after each request for the information went unanswered by anything more intelligible than screaming, he let it fly once more. The first few strokes followed Jonesy's impeccable advice: laying lines of searing red pain across her back, spaced nicely, making sure she didn't have a nerve-ending back there that wasn't within an inch or so of blazing agony.<br/><br/>He took a pause once the pattern was so nicely filled in.  "Lovely, Princess, a real work of art.  Such balance and tonality.  The message really is the medium. I wish I could hang you on my wall; you'd really complete the room.  Here, let me wash your back a little, I know how bad that must be, you poor thing.  Hopefully a little tender care from a man of the vinegar-soaked cloth will help free your tongue."<br/><br/>He set the whip down, picked up the cloth and stood behind her, his mouth now nibbling on her neck, tasting the sweat of her struggle and letting his teeth scrape her skin as he sought each and every mark of the whip on her back with personalized attention, feeling the thrashing of her body against him, the intensity of the screams in her throat vibrating his teeth as he nipped her.<br/><br/>"Nothing to say, pet? No? The memory of this pointless bravery will be all you have to comfort you tonight when we leave you lying on your back in a puddle of this stuff tonight, waiting for us to come to you again."  He picked up the whip once more.  "Now let's see, how about some marks that you'll really love when the three of us finally take you down to rape the shit out of you. Nothing to say? Very well. I am getting tired of having to go back and forth with your cloth though.  Maybe I'll save the effort and just dip the end of the whip in the vinegar, cut out the middle man."<br/><br/>He dipped the frayed edges and took aim, his eye now on her thigh, so lovely as it quivered and trembled from the effort of holding her position and carrying her fear. He lashed out, the hypersonic sound of the leather whistling through the air tensing her up just that delicious bit, her muscles taut to receive the sharp crack. He snapped it across the back of her left thigh, about an inch below her ass, letting the tip wrap around and really bite into the inside or her thigh.  Not all the way in front, but just about the soft tender part between her legs, where it would touch her other thigh if she were ever to try to close her legs, or about where he fully expected she was going to feel the relentless pounding of male hips against her for a good long time soon enough.<br/><br/>"You can talk now, Princess, or you can talk a little later.  I don't mind.  We're having such fun together aren't we? I could go on all day."