by John B.

Linda worked in an advertising agency as an account executive.  She was thirty years old, good at her work and respected by her colleagues.  She also had the added advantage that she was physically highly attractive in a restrained way.  She always dressed formally for the office, usually in black suits, moderately short skirts and court shoes. She also took care to make sure that her hair, makeup and manicure looked neat and well presented.

On the evening about which we are talking Linda had to work late.  It was summer and she had a large pile of work to complete for a client, so that it was not until around 11 PM that she was able finally to clear her desk and make her way out of the office to the subway station.  She was looking forward to relaxing in her apartment, having a quiet meal alone and then going to bed.  She went down onto the subway platform and waited for a train, which arrived about five minutes later.  The doors opened and she stepped inside, sitting down in what appeared to be a completely empty train.

Linda's journey on the subway would normally have lasted around twenty five minutes but after five or six minutes the train stopped at a station and a group of a man and two girls came in through the doors.  They remained standing for a little while, talking between themselves, but their appearance was highly distinctive.  They all wore black leather jackets, tight trousers,  boots and caps.  The girls wore no makeup.  They looked unpleasant and frightening, since the man and one of the girls were carrying whips in their hands, which from time to time they cracked into the empty space.

After a short while one of the girls looked aggressively in Linda's direction and started to talk loudly.

"See that stuck-up girl sitting over there.  She might do for us.  How about it?"

"Yeah, I reckon she's just the type of bitch we can use" replied the man, laughing.  All three came over to where Linda was sitting and sat down, the man and one of the girls opposite her and the other girl next door to her.

"Well, bitch, what's your name?" said the girl opposite rudely.

Linda was terrified but she made no reply, hoping that they would simply go away.

"Speak when you're spoken to, girl" said the girl next door to her, gripping her elbow and turning towards her, so that her eyes were only a couple of inches away from Linda's face.

"Please let me go" pleaded Linda.  "I'm not doing anything to upset you."

"So, you've got a voice" said the man roughly.

The grip on her elbow tightened and the girl opposite her leaned over.  "You're just the kind of type to be taught a lesson or two" she said.  "Are you going to come with us quietly or is it going to get unpleasant?"

"Please, please, leave me alone.  I've not done anything to harm you"

"When we get to the next station we're all going to get off the train and you're coming with us.  Do you understand?"  said the man.  "You just do as you're told and learn to be obedient" and with these words he stood up and cracked the whip.

"Yes" replied Linda faintly.

"Say it louder, bitch" yelled the girl next to her.

"Yes, I understand but please let me go.  I won't tell anyone" replied Linda slightly louder in a frightened voice.

"You'll come with us and like it" said the girl opposite and at that moment the train slowed down to stop at the next station.  The girl next to Linda pulled her up and the girl opposite her gripped her other elbow.  She was marched to the doors as they opened and out onto the platform, which was absolutely empty.

"Help!" screamed Linda, but there appeared to be nobody paying attention, as the doors closed behind them and the train accelerated out of the station.  The man, the two girls and Linda stood together on the empty station platform.

The man grabbed at Linda's handbag and the buckle broke as he wrenched it out of her hand.  "I'm not a thief, bitch, and you'll get it back, but I want to see who you are." he said.  One of the girls pulled Linda's hands roughly behind her back, forced the palms outwards and Linda felt cold metal on her wrists as a pair of handcuffs was snapped on tightly.

The man opened the handbag and looked at Linda's credit cards.  "So you're called Linda, are you?  Why didn't you say so when we asked you the first time, bitch?" he said aggressively.  "We're not playing and you're going to cooperate.  You can't escape from police handcuffs like these, so you might as well make the best of it" and with these words Linda was led by the two girls out of the station and into the street.

The man went ahead and opened the rear door of an old car.  One of the girls pushed Linda in onto the back seat while the other ran around to the other side and got in beside her.  The man got into the driving seat, handed what looked like a piece of black cloth back to the girl on Linda's left and started the car, which moved off at high speed.   Then the black cloth, which was clearly some kind of hood, was pulled roughly over Linda's head so that she could see nothing.

Although Linda could breath the air in the hood was getting stale. The handcuffs bit into her wrists and her shoulders started to ache.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked in a terrified voice.

"Never you mind, you'll find out when we get there" said the girl to her left unhelpfully.  "Just shut your mouth or it will be the worse for you."

Linda made no reply and after what seemed to be about ten minutes the car slowed down, bumped over some rough ground and stopped.  She heard the door open and she was pulled out.  She felt herself being forced by the two girls to walk between them.  At the start the ground was level but then she heard a door being opened and they had evidently entered some kind of building.  The ground was smooth and she was marched quickly forward for a short while.  Then she was pulled to a halt and to her terror she felt something being closed around her neck.  It was clearly some kind of metal collar and she heard a click as it was secured.  The black cloth was removed from her head and she tried to look around but the collar prevented her from turning her head more than a very little.   There was light from a single overhead lamp and they were clearly in some kind of warehouse.  It was evident that the metal collar was attached to something hung from the ceiling.

One of the girls walked around and stood in front of her.  She was passing her whip idly through her fingers and looking at Linda with a half-smile on her lips.

"Well, Linda, have you ever had the kiss of the whip?"

Linda looked at her in terror.

"Oh please, please don't" she screamed.

"Linda, it will only be a kiss and you'll like it" said the girl softly.  "This is a nice single-tailed whip and the marks it leaves will be gone within a few weeks.  Haven't you ever been in an SM scene before?"

Linda had in fact once been to a party where flagellation had taken place.  She had been a non-participant but it had actually been quite exciting watching the way in which the victim writhed in agony as the whip did its work.  However, she was now faced with the prospect of receiving similar treatment herself and the idea was horrific.

Linda looked at her tormentor.

"Yes, once, but never like this.  I only watched.   Please, please..."

She heard the other girl speak behind her.  "Let's just get on with it.  The bitch should get what she deserves."  Then she heard the man's voice.

"You know, you're an attractive piece and it seems a pity to mark what I'm sure is beautiful skin but a bitch like you doesn't deserve any mercy.  Girls, take her clothes off."

The handcuffs were unlocked and Linda felt her suit, skirt, tights and shoes being removed.  Soon she was completely naked and at that point one of the girls held Linda's arms tightly while the other fetched a chair.  She stood on the chair, locked the handcuffs with a padlock to a chain above the collar and then took Linda's hands one after the other and fastened them into the handcuffs.  She then unlocked the collar and removed it.  Linda saw the other girl go to where a second chain was hanging down and watched as she slowly pulled it down.  The handcuffs tightened against her wrists as they pulled Linda up until she was on her toes.  The pain in her hands and wrists was indescribable and Linda cried out in agony.

"If that's giving you grief, bitch, just wait still we start on you with the whip" said the man.  The girl in front of Linda walked slowly around to the side.  "I'm going to warm you up a little first" she said and suddenly Linda felt a terrible burn on her back as the whip bit into her flesh.  She screamed in pain and threw her head back.  Again the whip lashed into her.  She screamed again.  Yet a third, a fourth, a fifth and a sixth time the whip struck her and each time her screams got louder.

"Let her down a little" said the man and the pressure on Linda's wrists was eased, so that she could think rationally again.  The pain from the lashes was still present but it was slowly subsiding.

"Those are pretty accurate" commented the girl who had been pulling the chain up and down.   "It's hardly wrapped at all and the welts you've made are really neat.  It's my turn now".  The girls changed places and Linda looked with apprehension at her new tormentor.

"How are you feeling, Linda" she asked.

"It was terrible, really terrible.  I don't know how much I can stand" responded Linda.

"But it's excited you nevertheless, hasn't it"

Linda thought this over.  What the girl has said was in fact quite true.  Despite the terrible pain there was an intense sexual excitement in what had taken place  However she said nothing.

"Come on, get on with it" said the man.  "I want to see some blood flow."

The chain was pulled up again, this time even higher and Linda's toes were only just touching the floor.  Her hands and wrists had gone numb, so that the pain was a little more endurable.  Linda received another six lashes, but they did not seem to hurt as much as the first six.

The first girl spoke from where she was controlling the chain.

"It's time to end the warm-up and really start the flogging" she said.  The two girls changed over again and this time the chain was not released at all.

"You're going to receive twenty hard lashes.  They'll draw blood and you'll need to disinfect them later on.  Let's see how well you can stand them.  If you yell too much we'll put a mask on you."

This time the lashes were much harder.  Linda screamed repeatedly after every lash and when the twenty were complete her back felt like a furnace.  The lashes seemed to have covered her upper shoulders and to extend down to just above her stomach.

"Ah, we've got a whole lot of blood now" said the man.  "Bitch, you're really starting to suffer as we want you to, but I'm fed up with your yelling.  It's time for the mask."

The second girl disappeared for a moment and came back holding a shiny rubber mask with a long breathing tube.

"This will shut her up" she said, pulling the mask hard over Linda's head and zipping it up at the back.  Linda could only breath through her mouth and the tube forced her tongue down, so that she could not speak.  She smelt the rubber and she was in pitch darkness.

"You're not going to know when I'm going to strike now and that makes it much tougher for you.  You shouldn't have screamed out so much, you stupid bitch" she heard the girl say.  "Here come another twenty."

This time the lashes rained down in rapid succession.  However, instead of hating every moment of it Linda started to become sexually excited.  The pain was extreme but she started to need more of it.  She felt a hand feeling her.  "She's getting wet" came a female voice.  "Well Linda, do you want more or shall we stop?"

Linda could not help herself.  She nodded her head in assent.

"Maybe she's got a little courage after all" she heard the man say. "Give her another twenty really hard lashes and then we'll stop."

The final twenty lashes gave Linda a mixture of almost insufferable pain and ecstasy.  At the fifteenth lash Linda came to orgasm but the whipping did not stop until the whip had seared her flesh for the twentieth time.  Then at long last Linda felt the chain being relaxed and the mask was removed.  Despite the pain she felt elated.

"See, we've really done you a favour, haven't we" said the man.  "You need this regularly, don't you."

Linda looked at him.

"Please may I go now" she said.

"We'll bring you back to the subway station."

The collar was put back on and the handcuffs removed.  The two girls helped her to dress and she was again tightly handcuffed with her hands behind her back.  The black cloth hood was put back on, the collar removed and she was marched back to the car.  When they reached the subway station the handcuffs and the hood were removed. The man gave her back her handbag and the three ran back to the car and drove off fast.  In a minute Linda was standing on the subway platform and the whole episode had lasted less than an hour.

At 1.30 AM Linda arrived back at her apartment.  She went into her bedroom and stripped off her clothes.  She looked at her back in the bathroom mirror.  It was criss-crossed with bloody stripes and livid welts.  She ran a bath and slowly lowered her body into the hot water.  Initially the pain was terrible but then it subsided.  Linda washed the wounds carefully and then got out of the bath.  After the application of some antiseptic cream which she had in a cupboard for emergencies she put on her nightgown and got wearily into bed.  Within minutes she was fast asleep.

The next morning Linda woke late, since she had not set the alarm.  Since she had been working late the previous night she was not expected in the office early.  She lay in bed and thought about what had happened.  The memory of the flogging aroused her sexually and although she remembered that the pain had been extreme she realised that she was elated at having survived the experience and she yearned to suffer again.

Linda got up, bathed carefully and made herself up so that her face looked absolutely immaculate.  For the first time ever she had painted her lips dark red, applying shiny lip-gloss which a friend had given her, and this contrasted with the stark matt white of her powdered face.  She removed her pale pink nail varnish and replaced it with brilliant lacquer of the same colour as her lips.  Then she went to the wardrobe, carefully took out the shortest black leather miniskirt she could find and put it on.  It was one she had bought on impulse and she had never worn it before.  She put on a sleeveless shiny black blouse, extremely thin black tights and patent leather high-heeled shoes.  She looked at herself in the mirror.  The whip had spared her arms and shoulder blades, so that none of the marks from the flogging were visible but her appearance was now highly provocative and she smiled.  The previous night she had experienced elation such as she had never known before and her life would never be the same again.  She put on a short black jacket, left the apartment and took the subway back to the office.

When Linda sat down at her desk a number of her colleagues came by to talk.  They all looked at her appearance in surprise and a couple of the girls complimented her on looking so fashionable.  She found that she like being stared at and she decided to buy an even shorter tighter black miniskirt the next day.  The morning progressed smoothly but in the middle of the afternoon the phone rang and she heard a familiar female voice on the line.

"We've got your phone number, so you needn't think we're going to leave you alone.  Be at the exit to the subway station at 11.30 PM next Wednesday.  We'll be expecting you, bitch, and if you don't show up we'll arrest you again.  We know where you live and we've kept your driver's licence as security.  Is that clear?" said the voice without a hint of compassion.

Linda reacted with a mixture of dread and elation

"Yes, of course I'll be there."

"See you next week."  The phone went dead.