I begin to slap the life out of my slave, snapping his head back and forth with hard strikes from both open hands. He is pinned to my chain-link web, trapped like a butterfly, arms spread like wings. I punctuate a volley of blows with a spit in his eye. The pitiful fool stands there, taking it silently.

My leather-gloved hands beat out a varied rhythm on his chubby cheeks, painful music. A burst of witty backhand taps sets him up for a forehand slam, stunning him. Then I really go to work, holding his head with one hand to prevent him from rolling with a slap, then blasting his fac... Show more