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Imprisonment and Execution in Modern Singapore Part III of Barb's Singapore Saga

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Praefectus Praetorio

Brother of the Quill
Things will get worse before they get better :oops:

Tujuh Puluh Tiga

Public Punishment Chamber, Changi Prison, Friday, 12.15 AM
The intermission sales were coming to an end, and Mamat called for order. The crowd got seated, and silence fell in the room, interrupted only with Barb’s constant moans and hip twitching.

“I have consulted with Dr. Liú concerning the prisoner’s condition. She believes that the damage might soon cause her to lose consciousness. For the sentence to be fully carried out, we agreed that an injection of a stimulant at this time would be the wisest course of action.” This announcement was greeted by applause. All wanted Barb to react adequately to her torture.

“The third set of five!” the Commandant announced. The audience fell dead silent, staring at Barb’s welted, cut, and bleeding ass. Not only were there tremors of pain rippling the tight little round flesh, but Barb’s hips were thrusting up and down, as she desperately tried to deal with the now intensely burning figgs inside her.
“Mr. Ng, if you please.” The muscular Vietnamese stepped up again with the cane in his hand.
“One!”

Ng, thinking of how he would be topping his father’s story (he had gotten the Commandant to give the old man a ticket to the top row) took a full backswing and then drove the malacca with all his strength into the center of the exquisitely presented rear.
Barbara was just coming back from her previous lethargy with the stimulant coursing through her veins. This renewed attack on her already bloodied ass seemed like the worst yet.
Her butt hurt so bad. Her anus and cunt burned as if scalding water had been injected. She was sobbing uncontrollably. She knew she was presenting an obscene dance of her thrusting hips, but she had no way to stop. The heat in her ass was too great to bear; she spread her cheeks to try to get cooling air to her skin.

“Two!” Ng had been waiting for this opportunity. He saw the girl spread her cheeks invitingly. He shorted his swing slightly to bring the end of the cane just to the asscrack. The change meant that her left cheek would absorb the entire force of the blow. It also allowed the cane’s end to curve in slightly and to strike the previously untouched and highly sensitive skin in the valley between the cheeks.
The blow opened a new cut on Barb’s left cheek, and the touch of the cane in the valley sent pain rocketing through her ass. She let loose her loudest scream yet.
Mamat paused for a minute as the women struggled and cried for mercy. Once she had settled a little and forced her cheeks wide open against the burning heat, he ordered:

“Three!” Ng aimed lower, but again with a shortened reach. The upsweeping cut landed just at the crease of her left cheek and thighs and managed to open yet another cut. The cane’s tip landed on the inner surface of the cheek, near the leg, and perilously close to Barbara’s exposed and vulnerable pussy lips. Another mist of blood sprayed into the air.
“Four!”
Ng honed his aim to the center of Barb’s rear, bisecting multiple prior welts and cuts. The pain caused to this badly damaged flesh was incredible. However, even worse was the contact of the cane’s tip to the unmarked, tender skin just millimeters from her anus. With the strength of the stimulants surging through her, Barb let forth a powerful wail. The blood sprayed in the air again, and ran profusely down Barb’s thighs.

Barb cried out in a pitiful moan, “Stop! Please stop! MY GOD!!”
The Major slowed the count. Slowly Barb’s cries subsided, and only the uncontrollably dancing of her hips continued. Mamat waited until the woman had spread her cheeks to the max, delighting the center section of the audience with an unobstructed view of the crack, and the thin leather strap stretched through it. Several fresh red welts appeared where the cane had impacted virgin skin.
“Five,” Ng shifted his position slightly and laid the cane low on the exposed crack. He would make the last of this set the most painful yet. He drew back and slashed the heavy malacca into the bottom of her left cheek with the tip finally reaching that elusive target, her left pussy lip. As it crushed the tender and hyper-sensitive flesh, Barb screamed enough to crack her voice.
Ng stood back as his victim shouted out her pain, and her swollen and bleeding ass danced obscenely.

“That completes the third set. The prisoner will be given a brief respite. Doctor, please inspect the prisoner.”
As the crowd savored the sight of an ass swollen, black and blue and bleeding, Dr. Liú went through the usual checks. After, she walked over and had a long, private exchange with Mamat. The Doctor seemed at first to argue, but soon they were both nodding. The Commandant then waved the chief guard over and had a hushed conversation with him. Imran smiled and nodded, understanding. The guard and the Doctor went to stand behind their boss, and Mamat again addressed the audience.

“As you are aware, the reason we insist on having such an experienced surgeon as Dr. Liú here during punishment is to safeguard the life and health of the condemned…” He was interrupted by several boos and other signs of disapproval. Most of those in the audience couldn’t care less about Moore’s health. Nevertheless, a stern look from bin Osman, and all was quiet again.
“The Doctor has expressed her professional opinion that the existing damage to Miss Moore’s backside is severe and the loss of blood is concerning. She has advised that further cane strokes to the prisoner’s butt might cause such great blood loss as to induce shock and unconsciousness no matter what stimulants are given.”
Murmurs of disappointment and even disbelief spread rapidly through the room. Surely, they thought, bin Osman would never let a malefactor off without full recompense!

“I have considered the Doctor’s recommendations carefully,” he continued. “I have to concur that Miss Moore can take no more cane strokes to her already seriously damages buttocks.”
A shocked silence fell on the room. How could the Commandant let her off so easily? Surely the judges there would object. Not a peep, however, was heard from the group in the front row.
“Therefore, I must order that Miss Moore be released from the frame.” With that, he turned to Imran, “Release the prisoner from the caning frame.” The chief guard saluted and ordered his men to remover her restraints. Not surprisingly, the tortured woman could not lift herself.
“Turn her to face the audience,” ordered Mamat.

Two guards drew Barb’s limp body from the stand and turned her around and dragged her to the front of the stage.
Sweat covered and shivering with pain, Barb’s naked, unmarked, front presented a beautifully sexy sight to the audience. Particularly enticing was the way her belly flexed as her loins still struggled with the internal burning. It was more than evident that she had received a terrible punishment.
 

Barbaria1

Rebel Leader
Staff member
Sweat covered and shivering with pain, Barb’s naked, unmarked, front presented a beautifully sexy sight to the audience. Particularly enticing was the way her belly flexed as her loins still struggled with the internal burning. It was more than evident that she had received a terrible punishment.
Can I go home to Minnesota now? Please? :facepalm:
 

KelvinB

Onlooker
Yet another stunning, descriptive and explicit excerpt. To continue receiving the maximum penal pain on her exposed, embarrassed and already-battered end, losing consciousness is the last thing everybody wants. Here, we can see Dr Liu's professionalism and competence on her medical expertise - by injecting a stimulant. I am also glad that her opinion has been considered, and that would probably be the case as well in reality - making it even more suspenseful and perhaps exciting. I am certain the last set of strokes would not be as simple.

He shorted his swing slightly to bring the end of the cane just to the asscrack. The change meant that her left cheek would absorb the entire force of the blow. It also allowed the cane’s end to curve in slightly and to strike the previously untouched and highly sensitive skin in the valley between the cheeks... The cane’s tip landed on the inner surface of the cheek, near the leg, and perilously close to Barbara’s exposed and vulnerable pussy lips... tender skin just millimeters from her anus... tip finally reaching that elusive target, her left pussy lip...thin leather strap stretched through it... ass swollen, black and blue and bleeding.
The details highlighted in red further expounding on the fact that her two mounds are being spread very wide due to the apparatus e.g. leaving no skin unmarked, which leaves her anus and pussy vulnerable to the cane as well. Excellent piece, and very imaginative on the details. Wicked, but necessary!
 
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twonines

Tribune
So erotically sadistic,if it had been written on paper, the paper would have spontaneously combusted!

Barb started this session,her ass bruised and sore,
But after ten strokes it is bleeding and raw.
The burning ginger, the whistling cane,
Means her ordeal has started again.
By Mr. Ng and Chunhua,betrayed,
Now,both her labia and anus are flayed.
Mamat,briefly, brings the show to a halt,
And then turns her round,her front to assault.
 

Fossy

Tribune
Things will get worse before they get better :oops:

Tujuh Puluh Tiga

Public Punishment Chamber, Changi Prison, Friday, 12.15 AM
The intermission sales were coming to an end, and Mamat called for order. The crowd got seated, and silence fell in the room, interrupted only with Barb’s constant moans and hip twitching.

“I have consulted with Dr. Liú concerning the prisoner’s condition. She believes that the damage might soon cause her to lose consciousness. For the sentence to be fully carried out, we agreed that an injection of a stimulant at this time would be the wisest course of action.” This announcement was greeted by applause. All wanted Barb to react adequately to her torture.

“The third set of five!” the Commandant announced. The audience fell dead silent, staring at Barb’s welted, cut, and bleeding ass. Not only were there tremors of pain rippling the tight little round flesh, but Barb’s hips were thrusting up and down, as she desperately tried to deal with the now intensely burning figgs inside her.
“Mr. Ng, if you please.” The muscular Vietnamese stepped up again with the cane in his hand.
“One!”

Ng, thinking of how he would be topping his father’s story (he had gotten the Commandant to give the old man a ticket to the top row) took a full backswing and then drove the malacca with all his strength into the center of the exquisitely presented rear.
Barbara was just coming back from her previous lethargy with the stimulant coursing through her veins. This renewed attack on her already bloodied ass seemed like the worst yet.
Her butt hurt so bad. Her anus and cunt burned as if scalding water had been injected. She was sobbing uncontrollably. She knew she was presenting an obscene dance of her thrusting hips, but she had no way to stop. The heat in her ass was too great to bear; she spread her cheeks to try to get cooling air to her skin.

“Two!” Ng had been waiting for this opportunity. He saw the girl spread her cheeks invitingly. He shorted his swing slightly to bring the end of the cane just to the asscrack. The change meant that her left cheek would absorb the entire force of the blow. It also allowed the cane’s end to curve in slightly and to strike the previously untouched and highly sensitive skin in the valley between the cheeks.
The blow opened a new cut on Barb’s left cheek, and the touch of the cane in the valley sent pain rocketing through her ass. She let loose her loudest scream yet.
Mamat paused for a minute as the women struggled and cried for mercy. Once she had settled a little and forced her cheeks wide open against the burning heat, he ordered:

“Three!” Ng aimed lower, but again with a shortened reach. The upsweeping cut landed just at the crease of her left cheek and thighs and managed to open yet another cut. The cane’s tip landed on the inner surface of the cheek, near the leg, and perilously close to Barbara’s exposed and vulnerable pussy lips. Another mist of blood sprayed into the air.
“Four!”
Ng honed his aim to the center of Barb’s rear, bisecting multiple prior welts and cuts. The pain caused to this badly damaged flesh was incredible. However, even worse was the contact of the cane’s tip to the unmarked, tender skin just millimeters from her anus. With the strength of the stimulants surging through her, Barb let forth a powerful wail. The blood sprayed in the air again, and ran profusely down Barb’s thighs.

Barb cried out in a pitiful moan, “Stop! Please stop! MY GOD!!”
The Major slowed the count. Slowly Barb’s cries subsided, and only the uncontrollably dancing of her hips continued. Mamat waited until the woman had spread her cheeks to the max, delighting the center section of the audience with an unobstructed view of the crack, and the thin leather strap stretched through it. Several fresh red welts appeared where the cane had impacted virgin skin.
“Five,” Ng shifted his position slightly and laid the cane low on the exposed crack. He would make the last of this set the most painful yet. He drew back and slashed the heavy malacca into the bottom of her left cheek with the tip finally reaching that elusive target, her left pussy lip. As it crushed the tender and hyper-sensitive flesh, Barb screamed enough to crack her voice.
Ng stood back as his victim shouted out her pain, and her swollen and bleeding ass danced obscenely.

“That completes the third set. The prisoner will be given a brief respite. Doctor, please inspect the prisoner.”
As the crowd savored the sight of an ass swollen, black and blue and bleeding, Dr. Liú went through the usual checks. After, she walked over and had a long, private exchange with Mamat. The Doctor seemed at first to argue, but soon they were both nodding. The Commandant then waved the chief guard over and had a hushed conversation with him. Imran smiled and nodded, understanding. The guard and the Doctor went to stand behind their boss, and Mamat again addressed the audience.

“As you are aware, the reason we insist on having such an experienced surgeon as Dr. Liú here during punishment is to safeguard the life and health of the condemned…” He was interrupted by several boos and other signs of disapproval. Most of those in the audience couldn’t care less about Moore’s health. Nevertheless, a stern look from bin Osman, and all was quiet again.
“The Doctor has expressed her professional opinion that the existing damage to Miss Moore’s backside is severe and the loss of blood is concerning. She has advised that further cane strokes to the prisoner’s butt might cause such great blood loss as to induce shock and unconsciousness no matter what stimulants are given.”
Murmurs of disappointment and even disbelief spread rapidly through the room. Surely, they thought, bin Osman would never let a malefactor off without full recompense!

“I have considered the Doctor’s recommendations carefully,” he continued. “I have to concur that Miss Moore can take no more cane strokes to her already seriously damages buttocks.”
A shocked silence fell on the room. How could the Commandant let her off so easily? Surely the judges there would object. Not a peep, however, was heard from the group in the front row.
“Therefore, I must order that Miss Moore be released from the frame.” With that, he turned to Imran, “Release the prisoner from the caning frame.” The chief guard saluted and ordered his men to remover her restraints. Not surprisingly, the tortured woman could not lift herself.
“Turn her to face the audience,” ordered Mamat.

Two guards drew Barb’s limp body from the stand and turned her around and dragged her to the front of the stage.
Sweat covered and shivering with pain, Barb’s naked, unmarked, front presented a beautifully sexy sight to the audience. Particularly enticing was the way her belly flexed as her loins still struggled with the internal burning. It was more than evident that she had received a terrible punishment.
No ... Surely not ... Dare I hope ... Will Barb receive the remaining strokes to the front of her nubile body? I am beside myself with the anticipation of lust-fuelled expectation!

So freaking hot PrPr
 

Praefectus Praetorio

Brother of the Quill
End in Sight!

Tujuh Puluh Empat

Public Punishment Chamber, Changi Prison, Friday, 12.31 PM
Jeffrey, though mesmerized by the sexy sight that Barbara presented, gave a profound sigh of relief. He was also convinced that, if she had been given the remaining nine strokes, she might not have survived. The blood loss was evident and would only worsen with further assault on her badly damaged butt.

As the guards presented Barb’s naked, unmarked, front to the audience, there was scattered applause. Noone present could say that they hadn’t been given their money’s worth with the vicious destruction of the prisoner.
Moore hung limply in the arms of her guards, her hips flexing with the ongoing and even escalating burning in her loins. “Please, please, please,” she moaned softly to the men holding her, “get these out! They burn! Get them out, please!”
Jeffrey stood and prepared to leave. He was anxious to be in his office to receive the decision of the Appeal Court, due sometime today. He placed all his remaining hope on that decision.
As the noise level increased and people began standing to head to the exits, Mamat had Charlotte sashay to the front and ring the chime. The room quieted, and all looked to the Commandant.
“Please be seated.”

Such was the authority Mamat projected that all obediently returned to their seats.
“I’m afraid that I did not make myself clear,” continued the officer. “The Doctor and I did not agree that the remainder of Miss Moore’s punishment would be suspended. We specifically concurred in the judgment that Miss Moore could take no more cane strokes to her already seriously damaged buttocks. Such strokes to her asscheeks would be too dangerous.”
Jeffrey stared at the man in confusion.
“Therefore, I must order that Miss Moore receive that mandated punishment on a different part of her body, specifically her front.”
You could hear the crowd take what sounded like a collective gasp of astonishment. The Commandant was saying that the cane would be applied to parts of her body that never received such strokes!

Hodges stood up, and, in a high, hoarse voice, objected.
“It is improper and illegal for the Commandant, with all due respect to you, Sir, to invent a new form of punishment not ordered by the court!”
A loud undercurrent of sound from the crowd showed that they, too, were surprised at the suggestion.
This time it was justice Rut Betar-Gisber who rose to answer the young American lawyer. Despite her diminutive size and quiet manner, the moment she got to her feet, the hall fell silent (save the steady moans from Barbara, whose pussy and anus were burning more than ever).
“I am afraid, Mr. Hodges, that you are unfamiliar with the relevant parts of the statutes of the Republic as well as the court order in this case. The laws grant wide latitude to the prison authorities in carrying out a sentence as long as the judicial intent is respected. It is clear to the trial court judges,” she gestured to the two justices on either side, “that this would respect our intent.”
“But, respectfully, you Ladyship, a strict adherence to the decision should…”
Rut, softly, but firmly interrupted the young lawyer. “If you read carefully the order of the court sentence for Miss Moore to 40 strokes of the cane,” she said with a satisfied smile. “you will see that only the number was specified, not the location to be caned. Therefore, there is certainly no objection to be raised here. Commandant, you may proceed.”
Again, Jeffrey sank to his chair in defeat. It seemed that the entire Singaporean criminal justice system was stacked against his client.

“Mr. Amang. Please adjust the stand and secure the prisoner.”
As Barbara realized she was facing further punishment, she tried valiantly to resist. But one, beaten, exhausted girl was no match for four strong guards. They dragged her back to the stand, this time facing forward.
Imran quickly demonstrated the incredible versatility of the German-engineered equipment. He used the remote to bring the wrist T-Bar to directly overhead while bringing together the front legs and retracting the padded hip-bar. The guards strapped Barb’s ankles to the front stand and her wrists overhead to the T-bar.
With the prisoner secured, Imran moved the bottom legs outward until her feet were almost a meter apart. Then he raised the T-Bar to stretch her body upward to a taut inverted “Y” position. Finally, he raised and brought forward the hip-bar against the small of her back to arch her middle forward.
“Prisoner secured and prepared for the cane to her front-side, Sir!”

“There remain the final set of five strokes mandated by the court, to be followed by the four discretionary strokes that were earned,” announced Mamat to the evident satisfaction of the crowd. The onlookers stared at Moore nude body, stretched out for punishment. Even as she struggled against her bonds, her hips continued their involuntary sexual thrusts.
“Mr. Ng. We shall start with the final set of five. I shall direct you where to strike. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” The powerful Vietnamese flogger smiled broadly.
“First two shall be applied to her upper thighs, just below her crotch.”
Ng took a fresh cane from the brine and assumed his position to Barbara’s right and measured the rod across her thighs about two inches below the bottom of her cunt. He nodded to the Commandant that he was ready.
“One!”


:eek:
 
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Fossy

Tribune
End in Sight!

Tujuh Puluh Empat

Public Punishment Chamber, Changi Prison, Friday, 12.31 PM
Jeffrey, though mesmerized by the sexy sight that Barbara presented, gave a profound sigh of relief. He was also convinced that, if she had been given the remaining nine strokes, she might not have survived. The blood loss was evident and would only worsen with further assault on her badly damaged butt.

As the guards presented Barb’s naked, unmarked, front to the audience, there was scattered applause. Noone present could say that they hadn’t been given their money’s worth with the vicious destruction of the prisoner.
Moore hung limply in the arms of her guards, her hips flexing with the ongoing and even escalating burning in her loins. “Please, please, please,” she moaned softly to the men holding her, “get these out! They burn! Get them out, please!”
Jeffrey stood and prepared to leave. He was anxious to be in his office to receive the decision of the Appeal Court, due sometime today. He placed all his remaining hope on that decision.
As the noise level increased and people began standing to head to the exits, Mamat had Charlotte sashay to the front and ring the chime. The room quieted, and all looked to the Commandant.
“Please be seated.”

Such was the authority Mamat projected that all obediently returned to their seats.
“I’m afraid that I did not make myself clear,” continued the officer. “The Doctor and I did not agree that the remainder of Miss Moore’s punishment would be suspended. We specifically concurred in the judgment that Miss Moore could take no more cane strokes to her already seriously damaged buttocks. Such strokes to her asscheeks would be too dangerous.”
Jeffrey stared at the man in confusion.
“Therefore, I must order that Miss Moore receive that mandated punishment on a different part of her body, specifically her front.”
You could hear the crowd take what sounded like a collective gasp of astonishment. The Commandant was saying that the cane would be applied to parts of her body that never received such strokes!

Hodges stood up, and, in a high, hoarse voice, objected.
“It is improper and illegal for the Commandant, with all due respect to you, Sir, to invent a new form of punishment not ordered by the court!”
A loud undercurrent of sound from the crowd showed that they, too, were surprised at the suggestion.
This time it was justice Rut Betar-Gisber who rose to answer the young American lawyer. Despite her diminutive size and quiet manner, the moment she got to her feet, the hall fell silent (save the steady moans from Barbara, whose pussy and anus were burning more than ever).
“I am afraid, Mr. Hodges, that you are unfamiliar with the relevant parts of the statutes of the Republic as well as the court order in this case. The laws grant wide latitude to the prison authorities in carrying out a sentence as long as the judicial intent is respected. It is clear to the trial court judges,” she gestured to the two justices on either side, “that this would respect our intent.”
“But, respectfully, you Ladyship, a strict adherence to the decision should…”
Rut, softly, but firmly interrupted the young lawyer. “If you read carefully the order of the court sentence for Miss Moore to 40 strokes of the cane,” she said with a satisfied smile. “you will see that only the number was specified, not the location to be caned. Therefore, there is certainly no objection to be raised here. Commandant, you may proceed.”
Again, Jeffrey sank to his chair in defeat. It seemed that the entire Singaporean criminal justice system was stacked against his client.

“Mr. Amang. Please adjust the stand and secure the prisoner.”
As Barbara realized she was facing further punishment, she tried valiantly to resist. But one, beaten, exhausted girl was no match for four strong guards. They dragged her back to the stand, this time facing forward.
Imran quickly demonstrated the incredible versatility of the German-engineered equipment. He used the remote to bring the wrist T-Bar to directly overhead while bringing together the front legs and retracting the padded hip-bar. The guards strapped Barb’s ankles to the front stand and her wrists overhead to the T-bar.
With the prisoner secured, Imran moved the bottom legs outward until her feet were almost a meter apart. Then he raised the T-Bar to stretch her body upward to a taut inverted “Y” position. Finally, he raised and brought forward the hip-bar against the small of her back to arch her middle forward.
“Prisoner secured and prepared for the cane to her front-side, Sir!”

“There remain the final set of five strokes mandated by the court, to be followed by the four discretionary strokes that were earned,” announced Mamat to the evident satisfaction of the crowd. The onlookers stared at Moore nude body, stretched out for punishment. Even as she struggled against her bonds, her hips continued their involuntary sexual thrusts.
“Mr. Ng. We shall start with the final set of five. I shall direct you where to strike. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” The powerful Vietnamese flogger smiled broadly.
“First two shall be applied to her upper thighs, just below her crotch.”
Ng took a fresh cane from the brine and assumed his position to Barbara’s right and measured the rod across her thighs about two inches below the bottom of her cunt. He nodded to the Commandant that he was ready.
“One!”


:eek:
"Therefore, I must order that Miss Moore receive that mandated punishment on a different part of her body, specifically her front.”

- I had to read this sentence several times just to be certain! And yes, it was true. Barb's firm, taught, body is to be stretched facing the audience and her front punished!

What a sight ... what a target ... What a next chapter it's going to be!

Wonderful!
 

twonines

Tribune
Another well written and chilling chapter PrPr.You are certainly putting Barb through it!

By Mamat`s order Barb was released,
She thought her ordeal had ceased.
Alas, there was no reprieve,
There`s another nine strokes to receive.
To prepare her to take those,
She`s strung up in a different pose.
The mob can admire her writhing hips
And the pouting, tumescent nips
 

Fossy

Tribune
Another well written and chilling chapter PrPr.You are certainly putting Barb through it!

By Mamat`s order Barb was released,
She thought her ordeal had ceased.
Alas, there was no reprieve,
There`s another nine strokes to receive.
To prepare her to take those,
She`s strung up in a different pose.
The mob can admire her writhing hips
And the pouting, tumescent nips
Any rhyme containing the word 'tumescent' is excellent in my book 99 :)
 
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