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Imprisonment and Execution in Modern Singapore Part III of Barb's Singapore Saga
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These poetic comments are such a delight, Twonines. Always make me smile. Don’t ever stop!
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
I wish to thank my loyal band of readers for their kind feedback. I hope my predictable effort to enhance the caning was not too much of a disappointment after all the unwise hype that preceded it.
I have struggled for the last several days to keep the story going here, but it has been slow going. I hope to post another chapter later today.
I have struggled for the last several days to keep the story going here, but it has been slow going. I hope to post another chapter later today.
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twonines
LIMERICUS
You need not worry,I think we all appreciate how difficult it must be to bring together all the strands of such a complicated story.
Yes, the main focus has been on the pain and indignity heaped on poor Barb, but there has been so many other interesting sub plots to keep us engaged.
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Tujuh Puluh Sula
Public Punishment Chamber, Changi Prison, Friday, 11:55 AM
Mr. Ng pulled a cane from the brine-filled stand and went through the ritual of showing the number 3 to the interested parties. Meanwhile, Barbara was still groaning and begging as the heat in her insides grew and grew, and her ass rotated as much as possible in her tight bonds.
Ng returned to the stage and took his stance with the cane held firmly in his right hand.
“First Set of Five.” Announced the Commandant. “If you please, Mr. Ng...ONE!”
Ng drew back the cane in a long, slow backswing before driving it forward to its target.
Barb had been shivering with fear since they had begun strapping her in. Even as the figgs progressed from tingling warmth to a more painful burning sensation, she was terrifyingly aware of the flogger taking his position. Ok, you Vietnamese Bastard, she thought, thank me for that magnificent blow-job!
Every person in the room held their breath, as the cane whipped forward, almost faster than the eye could see.
The low meaty ‘Smack’ echoed in the acoustically engineered space. Barb’s ass yielded and deformed as the heavy cane sank into its soft, tender flesh. The blow was one of the most powerful that Ng had ever delivered.
For a brief moment, Barb struggled to catch her breath. At last, she screamed at the top of her lungs. “OWWWWWW!” The fucker had broken his promise! “God Damn, you fucking Vietnamese bastard.” She cried out.
Mamat glanced at the judges for permission. All three nodded. “For obscenity and racist language, another penalty stroke is added. With the justices’ permission, this brings the total to four, one more than the usual discretionary limit.” Scattered applause and cheers rang out in the room. Jeffrey just sank lower in his seat in despair. That crushing feeling did not keep him from noticing the erotic movement of Barb’s ass under the cane.
Barb’s involuntary response to the blow had been to clench her ass and thighs. These actions, in turn, squeezed the figgs and released more irritating chemicals into her delicate tissues. As the blinding pain of the cane stroke, moderated slightly, she was aware of much intensified burning in her loins. And that, in turn, caused the writhing of her hips to increase.
The Commandant waited patiently to call the next stroke. He was proud to orchestrate the most sadist caning he had ever supervised.
“TWO!” The long backswing and the powerful forward drive; the blinding pain; the clenched rear; the escalation of the irritation. It was a diabolical pattern of torment!
“THREE!” “FOUR!” “FIVE!” Ng drove the cane repeatedly into the center portion of Barb’s rear. However, even his vaunted accuracy could not strike precisely the spot desired as her pumping ass moved more and more from the pain and the burning.
Even as a pause followed the completion of the first five, there was no relief for Moore. Her rectum and vagina were very hot by now. Combined with the terrible pain from five hard cane strokes on her damaged ass, she was in agony. She moaned and strained at her tight bonds.
Jeffrey watched her pained struggles, while hearing all around him near-universal approval expressed for the addition of the figgs. The heightened discomfort for the sexy victim, as well as the continuing enticing movements that they caused, were much appreciated.
After what seemed a much too brief pause, Barbara heard the Commandant’s voice:
“Second Set of Five. If you please, Mr. Ng. ONE!”
“Oh, my God! Please no! It’s too much! My ass is burning!”
Chuckles and cat-calls came from the crowd with obscene comments made about her figged ass and cunt.
Ng smiled. He had already taught the haughty American a lesson, with much more to come. His father had raised him to hate Americans. Now, it seemed to him, that he was able to approach the sexual torture that his father had inflicted on those nurses. He was writing a new story that he could pass down to his eleven-year-old son.
He aimed where he had landed the very first stroke. He took a long backswing and laid on his strongest stoke yet. Despite Barb’s frantic struggles, he landed the cane precisely on top of the first welt. Barbara screamed at the top of her lungs, and the audience cheered wildly.
Jeffrey had winced at the force of the blow. Within seconds, the welt swelled to a deep angry purple, and drops of blood appeared. Oh, no, Hodges thought. Blood on only the sixth stroke? How bad would this get?
“Two!” A high blow, at the previously unmarked tops of her cheeks.
Barbara’s wild struggles showed the unbearable agony she was experiencing.
“Three!” A low cut to the sensitive crease between her ass and legs landed on another welt, and blood quickly appeared. Wails of agony were accompanied by unstopping bouncing and thrusting of her ass. The fire in her cunt and ass was unbelievable
“Four!”
“Oh God, please, no,” begged the bound woman.
“Five!”
Barb was screaming and thrashing and had lost all control. As the ginger burned hotter, she gave a pitiful, wailing drone that seemed to go on forever. For a while, she didn’t realize that the caning had paused. No thoughts - only pain!
The Commandant announced, “That completes the second set. We are halfway through the prescribed punishment. We shall pause to allow refreshments to be sold. Meanwhile, the prisoner has time to catch her breath. Doctor, please examine the prisoner and determine if her condition allows continuation. Also, ensure her awareness of the proceedings.”
Jeffrey cringed at the pitiful sounds and futile begging still coming from Barbara. Several of the welts had been cut open, and blood was flowing freely from her ass to rivulets down her widespread thighs. This damage was already more than at the end of twenty strokes at the previous flogging. How could she endure the remaining ten? No, he corrected himself, fourteen!
Despite the steel frame and tight straps holding her, Barb’s ass was still moving in its erotic dance of pain. Hodges tried, but failed, to ignore the arousing effect of the display.
As always, the room was quickly filled with noise as the audience was free to get up and move around and talk. Waitresses scurried through the crowd to take orders. Soon, Charlotte, was beside him, asking for his preference.
Jeffrey abandoned his earlier resolve not to drink much. He was too shaken to face the second half without some liquid courage.
“Bombay Gin and Tonic, please,” he said. “Tell them to make it very strong.”
“Anything to eat, sir?” Charlotte leaned close with her loose dress falling enough to expose her breasts with erect nipples.
She whispered, “I’m looking forward to tomorrow, sir.” Jeffrey’s eyes remained fixed, looking down at her chest. God, he wanted to munch on those nipples!
“I hope you don’t object to a little S&M play,” she said with a guilty little smile and a wink. “It really turns me on!” Charlotte gave him another wink, and Hodges’s manhood almost tore his shorts.
Charlotte hurried off to take more orders.
Public Punishment Chamber, Changi Prison, Friday, 11:55 AM
Mr. Ng pulled a cane from the brine-filled stand and went through the ritual of showing the number 3 to the interested parties. Meanwhile, Barbara was still groaning and begging as the heat in her insides grew and grew, and her ass rotated as much as possible in her tight bonds.
Ng returned to the stage and took his stance with the cane held firmly in his right hand.
“First Set of Five.” Announced the Commandant. “If you please, Mr. Ng...ONE!”
Ng drew back the cane in a long, slow backswing before driving it forward to its target.
Barb had been shivering with fear since they had begun strapping her in. Even as the figgs progressed from tingling warmth to a more painful burning sensation, she was terrifyingly aware of the flogger taking his position. Ok, you Vietnamese Bastard, she thought, thank me for that magnificent blow-job!
Every person in the room held their breath, as the cane whipped forward, almost faster than the eye could see.
The low meaty ‘Smack’ echoed in the acoustically engineered space. Barb’s ass yielded and deformed as the heavy cane sank into its soft, tender flesh. The blow was one of the most powerful that Ng had ever delivered.
For a brief moment, Barb struggled to catch her breath. At last, she screamed at the top of her lungs. “OWWWWWW!” The fucker had broken his promise! “God Damn, you fucking Vietnamese bastard.” She cried out.
Mamat glanced at the judges for permission. All three nodded. “For obscenity and racist language, another penalty stroke is added. With the justices’ permission, this brings the total to four, one more than the usual discretionary limit.” Scattered applause and cheers rang out in the room. Jeffrey just sank lower in his seat in despair. That crushing feeling did not keep him from noticing the erotic movement of Barb’s ass under the cane.
Barb’s involuntary response to the blow had been to clench her ass and thighs. These actions, in turn, squeezed the figgs and released more irritating chemicals into her delicate tissues. As the blinding pain of the cane stroke, moderated slightly, she was aware of much intensified burning in her loins. And that, in turn, caused the writhing of her hips to increase.
The Commandant waited patiently to call the next stroke. He was proud to orchestrate the most sadist caning he had ever supervised.
“TWO!” The long backswing and the powerful forward drive; the blinding pain; the clenched rear; the escalation of the irritation. It was a diabolical pattern of torment!
“THREE!” “FOUR!” “FIVE!” Ng drove the cane repeatedly into the center portion of Barb’s rear. However, even his vaunted accuracy could not strike precisely the spot desired as her pumping ass moved more and more from the pain and the burning.
Even as a pause followed the completion of the first five, there was no relief for Moore. Her rectum and vagina were very hot by now. Combined with the terrible pain from five hard cane strokes on her damaged ass, she was in agony. She moaned and strained at her tight bonds.
Jeffrey watched her pained struggles, while hearing all around him near-universal approval expressed for the addition of the figgs. The heightened discomfort for the sexy victim, as well as the continuing enticing movements that they caused, were much appreciated.
After what seemed a much too brief pause, Barbara heard the Commandant’s voice:
“Second Set of Five. If you please, Mr. Ng. ONE!”
“Oh, my God! Please no! It’s too much! My ass is burning!”
Chuckles and cat-calls came from the crowd with obscene comments made about her figged ass and cunt.
Ng smiled. He had already taught the haughty American a lesson, with much more to come. His father had raised him to hate Americans. Now, it seemed to him, that he was able to approach the sexual torture that his father had inflicted on those nurses. He was writing a new story that he could pass down to his eleven-year-old son.
He aimed where he had landed the very first stroke. He took a long backswing and laid on his strongest stoke yet. Despite Barb’s frantic struggles, he landed the cane precisely on top of the first welt. Barbara screamed at the top of her lungs, and the audience cheered wildly.
Jeffrey had winced at the force of the blow. Within seconds, the welt swelled to a deep angry purple, and drops of blood appeared. Oh, no, Hodges thought. Blood on only the sixth stroke? How bad would this get?
“Two!” A high blow, at the previously unmarked tops of her cheeks.
Barbara’s wild struggles showed the unbearable agony she was experiencing.
“Three!” A low cut to the sensitive crease between her ass and legs landed on another welt, and blood quickly appeared. Wails of agony were accompanied by unstopping bouncing and thrusting of her ass. The fire in her cunt and ass was unbelievable
“Four!”
“Oh God, please, no,” begged the bound woman.
“Five!”
Barb was screaming and thrashing and had lost all control. As the ginger burned hotter, she gave a pitiful, wailing drone that seemed to go on forever. For a while, she didn’t realize that the caning had paused. No thoughts - only pain!
The Commandant announced, “That completes the second set. We are halfway through the prescribed punishment. We shall pause to allow refreshments to be sold. Meanwhile, the prisoner has time to catch her breath. Doctor, please examine the prisoner and determine if her condition allows continuation. Also, ensure her awareness of the proceedings.”
Jeffrey cringed at the pitiful sounds and futile begging still coming from Barbara. Several of the welts had been cut open, and blood was flowing freely from her ass to rivulets down her widespread thighs. This damage was already more than at the end of twenty strokes at the previous flogging. How could she endure the remaining ten? No, he corrected himself, fourteen!
Despite the steel frame and tight straps holding her, Barb’s ass was still moving in its erotic dance of pain. Hodges tried, but failed, to ignore the arousing effect of the display.
As always, the room was quickly filled with noise as the audience was free to get up and move around and talk. Waitresses scurried through the crowd to take orders. Soon, Charlotte, was beside him, asking for his preference.
Jeffrey abandoned his earlier resolve not to drink much. He was too shaken to face the second half without some liquid courage.
“Bombay Gin and Tonic, please,” he said. “Tell them to make it very strong.”
“Anything to eat, sir?” Charlotte leaned close with her loose dress falling enough to expose her breasts with erect nipples.
She whispered, “I’m looking forward to tomorrow, sir.” Jeffrey’s eyes remained fixed, looking down at her chest. God, he wanted to munch on those nipples!
“I hope you don’t object to a little S&M play,” she said with a guilty little smile and a wink. “It really turns me on!” Charlotte gave him another wink, and Hodges’s manhood almost tore his shorts.
Charlotte hurried off to take more orders.
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Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
"... Oh, no, Hodges thought. Blood on only the sixth stroke? How bad would this get? ..." Yeah right Jeffrey, don't pretend you're outraged. The stiffening in your groin tells you otherwise you lust-fuelled lout - and my opinion of our lecherous lawyer was further vindicated when, despite Barb's appalling torment, his mind switched to 'all things Charlotte' in an instant when she flashed her nipples at him ...
Wonderful as always PrPr ...
Wonderful as always PrPr ...
settantuno
MUTUS PICTOR
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Let's not concentrate too much on Barb wallowing in self-pity. Others are working or suffering because of her. And all are willing to do anything to help her.
Tujuh Puluh Dua
Chief Inspector’s Office, Parliamentary Guards Headquarters, 11:59 AM
Musa and Frost were waiting impatiently in Musa’s office. The records search was up to 52% with no hits. But they had to get to 100% to have any proof. They bounced ideas off each other as they waited, but nothing new stuck.
“If only Jimmy were still with us,” mused Frost. “He was the linchpin at the center of all of this, I’m sure. And the connection to higher-ups.”
“I agree, but we do not doubt his death was natural. We have a clean autopsy,” said Musa, digging a folder out of the highly organized files on his desk. Frost was unable to understand how anyone could keep such an immaculate file system.
“And, given his health,” Musa continued, “or rather, lack of health, and no poison in his system, there is nothing suspicious about his death in flagrante delicto.”
“No poison,” muttered Frost. “...no poison...Hold on a bloomin’ minute, darling! Toss me that autopsy.”
Musa handed it over. Frost rapidly leafed through the pages until he found what he was after and began reading and muttering out loud: “Yes – no toxins – excess fat, primarily ‘Panniculus, a dense layer of fatty tissue, consisting of excess subcutaneous fat within the lower abdominal region.’ Here it is, aggravating conditions: hypertension – Type II diabetes – severe arteriosclerosis - blood level indicating – MY GOD! How did we miss this?” shouted Jack.
“What? What did we miss?”
“Well, it’s here, clear as mud. Of course, it is. ‘non-toxic’ but an ‘aggravating factor.’ I’ve been an ass!”
“What the hell are you talking about, Frost?”
Holding Cell, Central Narcotics Bureau, Friday, 12:02 PM
The guards brought in the cup of water and a bowl of that same, gray stuff as the night before. Amanda took a sniff; it seemed the same as last night! She was so hungry!
Gingerly she put a spoonful in her mouth. Yuck! Oh, it was disgusting! But it was her only food. She couldn’t just starve. She managed to swallow the mess. Over the next ten minutes, she followed that with two more. That was all she could take.
She used the water in the cup to rinse the taste from her mouth and sat back, semi-nauseous. As the sick feeling mixed with her hunger, Jones began to feel very sorry for herself.
As she tried to settle her stomach, she tried to think back to when she had last felt so depressed. It wasn’t a feeling with which she was very familiar. Then it came to her! Miss Moore’s caning! Amanda thought about the date. Oh My God! Today was Friday; they’d be brutally caning Barbara about now! The horror of Miss Moore’s treatment made Amanda cry.
The girl upbraided herself. Miss Moore is going through unbearable torture, and I’m feeling sorry for myself because I don’t like the food here? No! Gosh, no! I’ll be fine. Its poor Miss Moore I should be worrying about.
Chief Inspector’s Office, Parliamentary Guards Headquarters, 12:03 PM
Frost paused and caught his breath. “Right here in the autopsy. We saw it but ignored it. An aggravating condition for a heart attack, given his many other conditions, was Viagra in his blood.”
“Yes, I remember seeing that. The fat slob probably had ED and needed those blue pills to keep it up. But what does that have to do with our case?”
“It Is right here. ‘consistent with ingestion of approximately 200mg shortly (within 30 to 90 minutes) before death.’ That’s a double dose.”
“Yes?” Musa still didn’t see the relevance.
“Our sweet boy, Jimmy Rogers, before going on a routine, innocent patrol in Parliamentary Square, takes a double dose of Viagra between 10 and 10:30 in the morning!”
Musa took a second, and then his face lighted up, “He knew he was going to rape Amanda!”
“Spot on, son!”
“The whole thing was planned.”
“Wait, just a second. Who searched Jimmy’s flat?” asked Frost.
“Two of my men. They found nothing unusual.”
“Maybe they didn’t know what would be unusual.”
“Grab your hat, DI. Fuck it sitting and doing nothing. Let’s have a look at Jimmy’s home.”
“We can at least review his porn collection,” said Frost, heading for the door.
Public Punishment Chamber, Changi Prison, Friday, 12.04 AM
Dr. Liú had stood to Barb’s left front, able to see her face, breasts, and side of her hips during the caning. Her emotions were mixed. She felt a sexual interest in Moore building since she had first met the attractive woman before her first caning. Chunhua had appreciated a nicely curved, soft female body ever since middle school. Barb’s vivacity, combined with a natural sensuousness of posture and movement, had captivated her. Then that session yesterday had been magic. Last night at home, she had relived it again.
Chunhua also had come to have sympathy for Barb and her extreme suffering in prison.
She knew how brutally destructive the prison’s caning could be (especially by the demonically powerful Mr. Ng on an already damaged rear).
During the first ten strokes, her eyes had watered from concern for Barb’s pain. But, at the same time, she’d felt her pussy become hot and wet, watching those lovely hips surge and thrust. She was glad to have worn a napkin.
She stepped up and took Barb’s blood pressure while listening to her pulse and heart. They were rapid and uneven. Chunhua lifted Barb’s head and observed her eyes as somewhat unfocused.
Even as she was reaching the end of her mental resistance, Barb pleaded, “Please, please, Doctor! Can you get those things out of me? They burn!” Dr. Liú leaned close and whispered, “I’m so sorry - I can do nothing.”
Then Dr. Liú stepped behind Barb and surveyed the damage. It was every bit as awful as she had suspected. This second caning within one week was doubly destructive. Multiple cuts were opened even at the half-way point. She opened a jar and gently applied some antiseptic cream. As the sting of the cream set in, Barbara wailed in excruciating pain, momentarily quieting the crowd. Nonetheless, a few applauded the Doctor’s efforts.
The Doctor examined Barb’s cuts and bruises one more time and then went over to the Commandant. They exchanged a few words privately, and Mamat nodded assent. Chunhua returned to Barb. Taking a syringe from her bag, she proceeded to give Barbara an injection.
Tujuh Puluh Dua
Chief Inspector’s Office, Parliamentary Guards Headquarters, 11:59 AM
Musa and Frost were waiting impatiently in Musa’s office. The records search was up to 52% with no hits. But they had to get to 100% to have any proof. They bounced ideas off each other as they waited, but nothing new stuck.
“If only Jimmy were still with us,” mused Frost. “He was the linchpin at the center of all of this, I’m sure. And the connection to higher-ups.”
“I agree, but we do not doubt his death was natural. We have a clean autopsy,” said Musa, digging a folder out of the highly organized files on his desk. Frost was unable to understand how anyone could keep such an immaculate file system.
“And, given his health,” Musa continued, “or rather, lack of health, and no poison in his system, there is nothing suspicious about his death in flagrante delicto.”
“No poison,” muttered Frost. “...no poison...Hold on a bloomin’ minute, darling! Toss me that autopsy.”
Musa handed it over. Frost rapidly leafed through the pages until he found what he was after and began reading and muttering out loud: “Yes – no toxins – excess fat, primarily ‘Panniculus, a dense layer of fatty tissue, consisting of excess subcutaneous fat within the lower abdominal region.’ Here it is, aggravating conditions: hypertension – Type II diabetes – severe arteriosclerosis - blood level indicating – MY GOD! How did we miss this?” shouted Jack.
“What? What did we miss?”
“Well, it’s here, clear as mud. Of course, it is. ‘non-toxic’ but an ‘aggravating factor.’ I’ve been an ass!”
“What the hell are you talking about, Frost?”
Holding Cell, Central Narcotics Bureau, Friday, 12:02 PM
The guards brought in the cup of water and a bowl of that same, gray stuff as the night before. Amanda took a sniff; it seemed the same as last night! She was so hungry!
Gingerly she put a spoonful in her mouth. Yuck! Oh, it was disgusting! But it was her only food. She couldn’t just starve. She managed to swallow the mess. Over the next ten minutes, she followed that with two more. That was all she could take.
She used the water in the cup to rinse the taste from her mouth and sat back, semi-nauseous. As the sick feeling mixed with her hunger, Jones began to feel very sorry for herself.
As she tried to settle her stomach, she tried to think back to when she had last felt so depressed. It wasn’t a feeling with which she was very familiar. Then it came to her! Miss Moore’s caning! Amanda thought about the date. Oh My God! Today was Friday; they’d be brutally caning Barbara about now! The horror of Miss Moore’s treatment made Amanda cry.
The girl upbraided herself. Miss Moore is going through unbearable torture, and I’m feeling sorry for myself because I don’t like the food here? No! Gosh, no! I’ll be fine. Its poor Miss Moore I should be worrying about.
Chief Inspector’s Office, Parliamentary Guards Headquarters, 12:03 PM
Frost paused and caught his breath. “Right here in the autopsy. We saw it but ignored it. An aggravating condition for a heart attack, given his many other conditions, was Viagra in his blood.”
“Yes, I remember seeing that. The fat slob probably had ED and needed those blue pills to keep it up. But what does that have to do with our case?”
“It Is right here. ‘consistent with ingestion of approximately 200mg shortly (within 30 to 90 minutes) before death.’ That’s a double dose.”
“Yes?” Musa still didn’t see the relevance.
“Our sweet boy, Jimmy Rogers, before going on a routine, innocent patrol in Parliamentary Square, takes a double dose of Viagra between 10 and 10:30 in the morning!”
Musa took a second, and then his face lighted up, “He knew he was going to rape Amanda!”
“Spot on, son!”
“The whole thing was planned.”
“Wait, just a second. Who searched Jimmy’s flat?” asked Frost.
“Two of my men. They found nothing unusual.”
“Maybe they didn’t know what would be unusual.”
“Grab your hat, DI. Fuck it sitting and doing nothing. Let’s have a look at Jimmy’s home.”
“We can at least review his porn collection,” said Frost, heading for the door.
Public Punishment Chamber, Changi Prison, Friday, 12.04 AM
Dr. Liú had stood to Barb’s left front, able to see her face, breasts, and side of her hips during the caning. Her emotions were mixed. She felt a sexual interest in Moore building since she had first met the attractive woman before her first caning. Chunhua had appreciated a nicely curved, soft female body ever since middle school. Barb’s vivacity, combined with a natural sensuousness of posture and movement, had captivated her. Then that session yesterday had been magic. Last night at home, she had relived it again.
Chunhua also had come to have sympathy for Barb and her extreme suffering in prison.
She knew how brutally destructive the prison’s caning could be (especially by the demonically powerful Mr. Ng on an already damaged rear).
During the first ten strokes, her eyes had watered from concern for Barb’s pain. But, at the same time, she’d felt her pussy become hot and wet, watching those lovely hips surge and thrust. She was glad to have worn a napkin.
She stepped up and took Barb’s blood pressure while listening to her pulse and heart. They were rapid and uneven. Chunhua lifted Barb’s head and observed her eyes as somewhat unfocused.
Even as she was reaching the end of her mental resistance, Barb pleaded, “Please, please, Doctor! Can you get those things out of me? They burn!” Dr. Liú leaned close and whispered, “I’m so sorry - I can do nothing.”
Then Dr. Liú stepped behind Barb and surveyed the damage. It was every bit as awful as she had suspected. This second caning within one week was doubly destructive. Multiple cuts were opened even at the half-way point. She opened a jar and gently applied some antiseptic cream. As the sting of the cream set in, Barbara wailed in excruciating pain, momentarily quieting the crowd. Nonetheless, a few applauded the Doctor’s efforts.
The Doctor examined Barb’s cuts and bruises one more time and then went over to the Commandant. They exchanged a few words privately, and Mamat nodded assent. Chunhua returned to Barb. Taking a syringe from her bag, she proceeded to give Barbara an injection.
twonines
LIMERICUS
Another great ,well written chapter.
What interesting questions it leaves us to ponder.
Will Frost and Musa turn up enough to prove Barbara was framed for the drug charges? If they do,will it be sufficient to save her from the ultimate penalty?
What is in Chunhua`s syringe,and will it help Barb? Is Chunhua putting herself at risk? After leaving Amanda to stew for so long,will the CNB really give her the treatment?
A great deal for us to look forward to.
What interesting questions it leaves us to ponder.
Will Frost and Musa turn up enough to prove Barbara was framed for the drug charges? If they do,will it be sufficient to save her from the ultimate penalty?
What is in Chunhua`s syringe,and will it help Barb? Is Chunhua putting herself at risk? After leaving Amanda to stew for so long,will the CNB really give her the treatment?
A great deal for us to look forward to.
And this from someone who's previous biggest worry was whether she would be elected prom queen? Gimme a break!
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Again, Barbara, you have misjudged sweet little Amanda, She was the odds on favorite to be Prom Queen - she was so beloved by both the boys and girls at Madison West that she was a shoe-in. Then she learned that a friend was also in the running. Amanda dropped out to give her friend a chance (the friend only finished third). As Amanda always says, it's not whether you win or lose, but how you play the game. Teamwork! That's what counts!
Again, Barbara, you have misjudged sweet little Amanda, She was the odds on favorite to be Prom Queen - she was so beloved by both the boys and girls at Madison West that she was a shoe-in. Then she learned that a friend was also in the running. Amanda dropped out to give her friend a chance (the friend only finished third). As Amanda always says, it's not whether you win or lose, but how you play the game. Teamwork! That's what counts!
KelvinB
Executioner
Coming from another thread. I am kind of speechless, and wrap in awe, after reading a few excerpts here. I really like how you even further add, localize certain elements e.g. 'Tujuh Puluh Dua' and use Singapore-themed names / customs, with locations and times e.g. 'Holding Cell, Central Narcotics Bureau, Friday, 12:02 PM'. Another thing I like also - close to realism e.g. no sex, just pure sadistic judicial eroticism, and coupled with the arts by settantuno is just heavenly (you have already seen my huge reactions).
To say it is 'impressive and amazing' is an understatement, because this is a near-perfect material of what I have been searching for!
I also realized that this is a 'Part III'. Is this the correct flow of sequence, or did I miss something?
To say it is 'impressive and amazing' is an understatement, because this is a near-perfect material of what I have been searching for!
I also realized that this is a 'Part III'. Is this the correct flow of sequence, or did I miss something?
- Capital Punishment in Modern Singapore
- <I couldn't find Part II>
- Imprisonment and Execution in Modern Singapore Part III of Barb's Singapore Saga
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Wow! I am speechless at your wonderful praise. 
Thank you so much. Always feel free to express yourself (both positive and negative - honesty is valued) to the artists and writers here. It goes a long way to giving us the energy to keep producing.
Singapore is in its third book.
First: http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/crime-and-punishment-in-modern-singapore.7649/ or in archive: http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/resour...modern-singapore-by-praefectus-praetorio.724/
Second: http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/capital-punishment-in-modern-singapore.7893/ or in archive http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/resour...modern-singapore-by-praefectus-praetorio.776/
And, of course, this is the third.
Thank you so much. Always feel free to express yourself (both positive and negative - honesty is valued) to the artists and writers here. It goes a long way to giving us the energy to keep producing.Singapore is in its third book.
First: http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/crime-and-punishment-in-modern-singapore.7649/ or in archive: http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/resour...modern-singapore-by-praefectus-praetorio.724/
Second: http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/capital-punishment-in-modern-singapore.7893/ or in archive http://www.cruxforums.com/xf/resour...modern-singapore-by-praefectus-praetorio.776/
And, of course, this is the third.
