She has never felt the inflating nozzle before. I pump it up until I start getting frightened little yips out of her. The balloon in her gut is a terrifying invasion. There is no quicker way to establish control over another human being.
Well, maybe there is one. I open the valve and let the water flow.
“Now!” I snarl, lifting the leather strap again, “It’s time, young lady, for you to tell me the whole story.”
For the next fifteen minutes or so, however, she is unable to talk. She is too busy gasping and yelping. I lay the strap on her with enthusiasm. After years of practice, I know just how and where. I can strike with the tip alone, delivering a sharp snap that feels like a cobra bite, but leaves only a small spot of color; maximum pain with minimal damage. For the sake of variety,
