"I'll take them off."

Linkle quickly stripped off her clothes. It wasn't the first time she'd been humiliated like this. She was then tied by her wrists to the back of a horse and led along the street. Eventually, they reached two whipping posts in the middle of the town. Her wrists and ankles were then shackled between the posts, stretching her body out. A Sheikan woman approached Linkle. Her white spikey hair was tied back in a ponytail.

"Impa, carry out her punishment. Fifty lashes." Gethon said.

She took out a whip and swung it back. Linkle yelped as the whip hit her back. Many onlookers were calling for blood.

"Make that Kokiri bitch scream!"

The whip swung again and Linkle screamed as it tore into her back.

The trace of the first lash was now clearly visible as a straight line across her back. The second lash mark started emerge from her skin, a loud hiss and splat announced the delivery of a third, bringing a cry of agony from Linkle.

Each lash mark appeared to parallel the others, just half an inch apart, leaving plenty of space for more, which Impa continued to delivery. Two more thunder some lashes brought more cries of agony from Linkle. The second five strokes were delivered by Impa, leaving Linkle hanging in her bindings, quivering and groaning as each lash bit into her back.

THWACK!

"Ten."

The next three strokes were delivered with similar ferocity. Another ten lashes and Linkle's spread-eagled back was perfectly decorated with twenty three perfectly parallel stripes. Linkle’s body was now constantly quivering, her chest heaving as if panting for breath, and a steady groan escaped from her mouth. Lash number twenty four flayed leather across human skin and elicited a strangulated scream. Linkle's body convulsed as if in spasm but the securing ropes prevented much movement. Impa swung the whip back, ready for another snaking trajectory, hissing its way to impact across the shoulders this time. The next lash impacted a greater **** that resulted in a devastating cut which Linkle thought would slice her in two. She let out an almighty roar of pain. So far the lash marks were quite distinctive as twenty six parallel lines coloured against her skin. The twenty seventh stroke whistled through the air and landed with as much **** as the others, quickly followed by a howl of pain from Linkle.

"Twenty seven."

The next three lashes flayed Linkle's quivering back. She was reduced to a low moaning whimper, reserving all of her remaining strength to deal with the pain which was wracking right through her body. Her back was now criss crossed with lash marks, drawing blood. By forty nine lashes, Linkle was deduced to a whimpering wreck. The final lash crashed right across the centre of her well marked back, forcing her one final scream. The fifty lash marks were evenly spread all over her back, from shoulders to waist.