FLASHBACK
By V.P. Viddler
"John, this is Linda. Good morning, Linda. Lovely as always."
"Thank you."
"As I look at you, Linda, I can't help thinking of the way I saw you last. Do
you remember?"
"Yes."
"Of course you do. I hardly think you could forget. Would you like to tell John
about it?"
"No."
"Ah. But you will. But let me recall it for you...in detail."
"Please..."
"I think of it often, Linda, and each time I do I get hard. As I am now,
picturing it. Picturing you..."
"Don't..."
"You were naked, of course. Stark, stark naked. I don't need to describe the
luscious perfection of your body. John will find it out for himself soon enough.
But what made it so lustfully delicious was the way you were spread out. What a
sight you made, Linda! Your arms and legs pulled wide, stretched to the utmost,
holding you so taut that the bones and muscles stood out against your skin. Your
whole body, so open and exposed and helpless, straining, straining so
agonizingly that your lovely face was twisted with the awful pain. And
then...the whipping began."
"Don't! Oh god, don't!"
"That's what you howled then, Linda, as the whip came down across your back. Ah,
lord, your screams were music to us! How you screamed! You tried to twist away,
to squirm and jerk under the lash, but you couldn't; your limbs were stretched
so tightly, you could not move your body. Only your full, upthrust breasts
moved. And your head. Your head whipped about so that your long hair flew around
your face. And then...they tied your hair to the beam, so not even your head
could move. Only your breasts. And with each slash of the whip, those luscious
breasts shuddered; as it struck your body, they jerked, juddered, and then shook
and bounced. While nothing else moved. Those nipples hard and thrusting with
pain and fright. And then...they began to whip those too..."
"Oh god. Oh my god, help me. Oh mercy. Anything...I'll do anything...Oh
no...NOOOO..."
