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

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twonines said:
It is actually included as a homage to Barb,it is a word she seems to favour.
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At times one might think that Barbara only has four words in her vocabulary: tumescent, tight, little, and complain. Note that three of them are used in the immodest praise of her own body. :cool:
 
I am just putting the finishing touches on the next chapter and I'm worried. It is a brutal, disgusting story of unjust and beyond-the-pale torment. I'm wondering if I should post a trigger warning to warn away the more sensitive here who might be traumatized by such awful images. Or should I just skip posting and move straight to the aftermath with only slight, and tasteful references to what happened, like I did with An's devilish brutalities to Barb in prison. It just all seems too disgusting and unjust to print!
 
Barbaria1 said:
View attachment 884410 You worry too much ;)
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How can you post that picture of me from High School? I shared that with you in the strictest confidence in a private message! I can't believe it!
Maybe I should post that photo you gave me of your tight little?
 
You have all been warned!

Tujuh Puluh Lima

Public Punishment Chamber, Changi Prison, Friday, 12.40 AM
“One!”
With no regard for the more tender flesh on Barb’s front, Mr. Ng drew back the cane to his maximum flex and drove it forward to impact the front of her upper thighs. This new assault drew a high-pitched screech from the prisoner as well as desperate struggles to free her arms and legs. Of course, the stand and attachments didn’t budge.
A pink and then dark red welt appeared almost immediately across both her legs. Anyone could imagine how bad the pain must be.

“Another to the same. Two!” ordered Mamat.
Ng aimed slightly higher. This time the heavy rod connected just below her hip bones and crossed just below the center of her slit. Such was the force of the blow, that the deformed flesh and cane allowed a brief touch on Barb’s pussy lips. While far from the force of the full blow, the unexpected pain was, nonetheless, horrible. Again the girl screamed in agony.
The welts crossing the top of her thighs turned red and then purple with deep blood blisters. Those in the front row, like Betar-Gisber and friends, could make out the fainter, but still terribly painful welt crossing her pussy. Barb kept crying for well over a minute.

“Her mid-section next, Mr. Ng; her belly.”
Ng laid the cane right across her belly at the navel. His father had pierced the nurses with bamboo shoots there. He would try to cut it with a blunt cane.
Jeffrey looked in horror at Barb’s slim waist, forced to bow out by the pressure on her back. It was totally exposed and vulnerable to this new attack. Even now, her abdominal muscles were clenching from the burning in her cunt, tucking in her belly while rolled outward her pussy, the lips pushing open around the figg and leather strap like flower petals. A red welt was now easily seen crossing over the lips. What pain that must be, thought Jeffrey as he reached down to straighten his rampant erection. How could someone actually use that heavy, destructive malacca on a soft tummy, he asked himself, even as he wondered how that flesh would deform and quiver enticingly under the blow.

“Three!”
Making no moderating adjustment on account of Barb’s softer and more vulnerable midsection, Ng, unleashed a devastating swing, driving the cane to sink deep in her middle, precisely over the bellybutton.
Barbara’s breath was driven out as her belly collapsed under the blow. Only after she gasped in air was she able to squeal in her agony. Her tummy muscles visibly clenched from the pain.

“Another to the same. Four!” ordered Mamat.
Another brutal swing and the cane impacted, parallel with the last, a couple of inches higher. The red welt from the first stroke was already vivid across her middle. Barb’s belly and hips were churning wildly with the pain, both external and internal.
The Commandant waited a long time for the next stroke. He knew the relentless burning from the figgs would keep Barb’s suffering at an unbearable level even between cane impacts.

“Another to the belly, if you please, Mr. Ng. Five!”
Ng envisioned those naked nurses being mercilessly beaten by his father as he drove the cane into Barb. His aim again was flawless as he laid another parallel stroke a couple of inches below the first. Jeffrey noted that drops of blood were oozing from the initial, now purple, stripe.
Babara screamed again and writhed in the bondage, trying futilely to free herself from this terrible torture.
“That completes the fourth set. Only the four discretionary stripes remain,” announced bin Osman.

Four more! Barbara, through the blinding haze of pain and the burning in her loins, heard the words. She was already beyond the limits of her endurance, beyond her mental will to go on, beyond any hope of relief. Her ass felt like the skin was flayed, and her thighs and tummy were on fire. But dominating her thoughts was the pain of the figgs. Her rectum felt just like a hot poker had been inserted. And, if that wasn’t enough, her cunt was worse. The whole, sensitive inner lining was irritated with a blazing torture! “No more!” she begged in a whisper. “Please, no more!”

While Barbara might have been at the end of her wits in pain, the audience was beside itself with lust and sadist desires. When first stretched on the frame with her full-frontal nudity on display, the woman had been a sexual dream. Her skin glowed with sweat, and her midsection pumped in imitation of sexual desire. Every man in the room (yes, every – and many of the women) desired that body. To touch, to stroke, to make love, to make pain. It was a remarkable scene with one hundred people in a room focusing their entire sexual desire on one tortured girl.

At the end of a five-minute wait, Mamat announced, “We now shall apply the discretionary strokes. If you would make ready, Mr. Ng? The next shall strike her breasts.”
A loud murmur swept the room at the mention of Barb’s magnificent tits being the next target. In moments, it swelled to a loud cacophony of excited voices and, then, spontaneously erupted into applause.
Mamat waved for and received silence. “First discretionary stroke, if you please.”

Ng, like any healthy male, had had his eyes on Barb’s breasts for quite a while. He laid the cane across the upper sloop of the soft flesh and drew back. The cane flew faster than the eye could see and bore down with a mighty blow that struck her tits just above the top of her areolas. The breasts deformed and bounced lasciviously until settling again with a pair of red welts already visible.
Barb cried out in agony at this cruel assault on her tender love flesh.

When she sunk against her bonds, exhausted by the extremely prolonged torture, Mamat spoke again.
“Again the breasts, please. Second discretionary.”
Ng took a much lower arc bringing the cane on a slight upward trajectory to impact the sensitive undersides of Barb’s boobs, again just missing the dark areolas. The blow lifted the soft globes to bounce even more and caused incalculable pain. Scattered applause was heard.
By now the first welts were seeping blood, with the dark red liquid running down her left breast over the nipple and down to the newly struck underside. A trickle was coming from near her navel and running down to the landing strip fur above her cunt. Two large streams ran down her thighs.

Mamat paused to allow the marks to swell. Soon it looked as if someone had drawn lines with a red marker across her breasts.
By now, Barbara, even with the stimulant, was losing her strength to react. She hung from her arms, with only ragged breathing that enticingly shook her breasts. And there continued the unconscious persistent flexing of her hips.

“Her nipples this time, if you can, Mr. Ng. Third discretionary.”
The gasp from the audience was full and uniform. Those erect nubs capping Barb’s tits would receive the next devastating blow. Unbelievable!
‘If you can?’ Mr. Ng repeated to himself. If he had needed more motivation to destroy those lovely points of loveflesh, those challenging words gave it to him. He was determined to strike the most accurate and powerful blow of the entire session. He flexed his arm and took a deep breath before measuring the Malacca across her nipples.
Barbara whimpered, "Please, no. Not there!"
The crowd fell dead silent as he drew back an extended backswing. Then, a whip forward of the cane impacted on precisely the center of each nipple, driving the flesh deep into the softness of the breasts. Nearing total exhaustion, Barb still let loose a terrible scream.

Immediately the welts appeared. Those spectators could see that the cane had slit her right nipple open and blood was running down the breast and already onto her midriff.

Seeing how Barb immediately slumped down in her bonds, Mamat decided it was time to wrap it up.
“The last stroke of the day will be applied. Mr. Ng. If you would target the prisoner’s pubic mound.”
The room exploded in noise as the crowd jumped to their feet and leaned forward as one person to witness this last cruel indignity and torture.

Ng measured the cane slowly across her hips right over the top of her slit. Barbara was too far gone to react yet.
Back to the limit of his flexibility, then forward with all the strength he possessed, the Vietnamese torturer drove the cane into her hips, cross her mound right where her clit lay hidden!
Such was the positioning and the impact, that the knobbed cane bend forward and punished her slit and right into the clit!
Barbara Moore screamed a wild cry of agony and seemed to faint, despite the powerful stimulant in her veins.
The crowd went crazy. They stood and applauded, and cheered and stomped their feet.
 
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Praefectus Praetorio said:
You have all been warned!

Tujuh Puluh Lima

Public Punishment Chamber, Changi Prison, Friday, 12.40 AM
“One!”
With no regard for the more tender flesh on Barb’s front, Mr. Ng drew back the cane to his maximum flex and drove it forward to impact the front of her upper thighs. This new assault drew a high-pitched screech from the prisoner as well as desperate struggles to free her arms and legs. Of course, the stand and attachments didn’t budge.
A pink and then dark red welt appeared almost immediately across both her legs. Anyone could imagine how bad the pain must be.

“Another to the same. Two!” ordered Mamat.
Ng aimed slightly higher. This time the heavy rod connected just below her hip bones and crossed just below the center of her slit. Such was the force of the blow, that the deformed flesh and cane allowed a brief touch on Barb’s pussy lips. While far from the force of the full blow, the unexpected pain was, nonetheless, horrible. Again the girl screamed in agony.
The welts crossing the top of her thighs turned red and then purple with deep blood blisters. Those in the front row, like Betar-Gisber and friends, could make out the fainter, but still terribly painful welt crossing her pussy. Barb kept crying for well over a minute.

“Her mid-section next, Mr. Ng; her belly.”
Ng laid the cane right across her belly at the navel. His father had pierced the nurses with bamboo shoots there. He would try to cut it with a blunt cane.
Jeffrey looked in horror at Barb’s slim waist, forced to bow out by the pressure on her back. It was totally exposed and vulnerable to this new attack. Even now, her abdominal muscles were clenching from the burning in her cunt, tucking in her belly while rolled outward her pussy, the lips pushing open around the figg and leather strap like flower petals. A red welt was now easily seen crossing over the lips. What pain that must be, thought Jeffrey as he reached down to straighten his rampant erection. How could someone actually use that heavy, destructive malacca on a soft tummy, he asked himself, even as he wondered how that flesh would deform and quiver enticingly under the blow.

“Three!”
Making no moderating adjustment on account of Barb’s softer and more vulnerable midsection, Ng, unleashed a devastating swing, driving the cane to sink deep in her middle, precisely over the bellybutton.
Barbara’s breath was driven out as her belly collapsed under the blow. Only after she gasped in air was she able to squeal in her agony. Her tummy muscles visibly clenched from the pain.

“Another to the same. Four!” ordered Mamat.
Another brutal swing and the cane impacted, parallel with the last, a couple of inches higher. The red welt from the first stroke was already vivid across her middle. Barb’s belly and hips were churning wildly with the pain, both external and internal.
The Commandant waited a long time for the next stroke. He knew the relentless burning from the figgs would keep Barb’s suffering at an unbearable level even between cane impacts.

“Another to the belly, if you please, Mr. Ng. Five!”
Ng envisioned those naked nurses being mercilessly beaten by his father as he drove the cane into Barb. His aim again was flawless as he laid another parallel stroke a couple of inches below the first. Jeffrey noted that drops of blood were oozing from the initial, now purple, stripe.
Babara screamed again and writhed in the bondage, trying futilely to free herself from this terrible torture.
“That completes the fourth set. Only the four discretionary stripes remain,” announced bin Osman.

Four more! Barbara, through the blinding haze of pain and the burning in her loins, heard the words. She was already beyond the limits of her endurance, beyond her mental will to go on, beyond any hope of relief. Her ass felt like the skin was flayed, and her thighs and tummy were on fire. But dominating her thoughts was the pain of the figgs. Her rectum felt just like a hot poker had been inserted. And, if that wasn’t enough, her cunt was worse. The whole, sensitive inner lining was irritated with a blazing torture! “No more!” she begged in a whisper. “Please, no more!”

While Barbara might have been at the end of her wits in pain, the audience was beside itself with lust and sadist desires. When first stretched on the frame with her full-frontal nudity on display, the woman had been a sexual dream. Her skin glowed with sweat, and her midsection pumped in imitation of sexual desire. Every man in the room (yes, every – and many of the women) desired that body. To touch, to stroke, to make love, to make pain. It was a remarkable scene with one hundred people in a room focusing their entire sexual desire on one tortured girl.

At the end of a five-minute wait, Mamat announced, “We now shall apply the discretionary strokes. If you would make ready, Mr. Ng? The next shall strike her breasts.”
A loud murmur swept the room at the mention of Barb’s magnificent tits being the next target. In moments, it swelled to a loud cacophony of excited voices and, then, spontaneously erupted into applause.
Mamat waved for and received silence. “First discretionary stroke, if you please.”

Ng, like any healthy male, had had his eyes on Barb’s breasts for quite a while. He laid the cane across the upper sloop of the soft flesh and drew back. The cane flew faster than the eye could see and bore down with a mighty blow that struck her tits just above the top of her areolas. The breasts deformed and bounced lasciviously until settling again with a pair of red welts already visible.
Barb cried out in agony at this cruel assault on her tender love flesh.

When she sunk against her bonds, exhausted by the extremely prolonged torture, Mamat spoke again.
“Again the breasts, please. Second discretionary.”
Ng took a much lower arc bringing the cane on a slight upward trajectory to impact the sensitive undersides of Barb’s boobs, again just missing the dark areolas. The blow lifted the soft globes to bounce even more and caused incalculable pain. Scattered applause was heard.
By now the first welts were seeping blood, with the dark red liquid running down her left breast over the nipple and down to the newly struck underside. A trickle was coming from near her navel and running down to the landing strip fur above her cunt. Two large streams ran down her thighs.

Mamat paused to allow the marks to swell. Soon it looked as if someone had drawn lines with a red marker across her breasts.
By now, Barbara, even with the stimulant, was losing her strength to react. She hung from her arms, with only ragged breathing that enticingly shook her breasts. And there continued the unconscious persistent flexing of her hips.

“Her nipples this time, if you can, Mr. Ng. Third discretionary.”
The gasp from the audience was full and uniform. Those erect nubs capping Barb’s tits would receive the next devastating blow. Unbelievable!
‘If you can?’ Mr. Ng repeated to himself. If he had needed more motivation to destroy those lovely points of loveflesh, those challenging words gave it to him. He was determined to strike the most accurate and powerful blow of the entire session. He flexed his arm and took a deep breath before measuring the Malacca across her nipples.
Barbara whimpered, "Please, no. Not there!"
The crowd fell dead silent as he drew back an extended backswing. Then, a whip forward of the cane impacted on precisely the center of each nipple, driving the flesh deep into the softness of the breasts. Nearing total exhaustion, Barb still let loose a terrible scream.

Immediately the welts appeared. Those spectators could see that the cane had slit her right nipple open and blood was running down the breast and already onto her midriff.

Seeing how Barb immediately slumped down in her bonds, Mamat decided it was time to wrap it up.
“The last stroke of the day will be applied. Mr. Ng. If you would target the prisoner’s pubic mound.”
The room exploded in noise as the crow jumped to their feet and leaned forward as one person to witness this last cruel indignity and torture.

Ng measured the cane slowly across her hips right over the top of her slit. Barbara was too far gone to react yet.
Back to the limit of his flexibility, then forward with all the strength he possessed, the Vietnamese torturer drove the cane into her hips, cross her mound right where her clit lay hidden!
Such was the positioning and the impact, that the knobbed cane bend forward and punished her slit and right into the clit!
Barbara Moore screamed a wild cry of agony and seemed to faint, despite the powerful stimulant in her veins.
The crowd went crazy. They stood and applauded, and cheered and stomped their feet.
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Bloody hell! Wonderful/Terrible/Erotic all of the fore-stated ... what an episode ... poor, poor, poor Barb ...
 
Praefectus Praetorio said:
What pain that must be, thought Jeffrey as he reached down to straighten his rampant erection.
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Praefectus Praetorio said:
the audience was beside itself with lust and sadist desires.
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Praefectus Praetorio said:
The next shall strike her breasts.”
A loud murmur swept the room at the mention of Barb’s magnificent tits being the next target. In moments, it swelled to a loud cacophony of excited voices and, then, spontaneously erupted into applause.
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Praefectus Praetorio said:
Mr. Ng. If you would target the prisoner’s pubic mound.”
The room exploded in noise as the crow jumped to their feet and leaned forward as one person to witness this last cruel indignity and torture.
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Praefectus Praetorio said:
The crowd went crazy. They stood and applauded, and cheered and stomped their feet
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Jeffrey (geeze) and the crowd. As if the corporal punishment wasn’t bad enough, the reaction of the crowd was even worse. They came to see a spectacle. And PrPr, great and talented impresario that he is, gave them Moore than they ever imagined.

Very hot chapter! And you dithered over whether to post it?
 
That was really hot PrPr, a fantastic description of an inhuman punishment!

RBG surveys Barb`s raw,bleeding weals,
A thin, cruel smile her satisfaction reveals.
The first part of her plan is now realised,
The "arrogant slut"has been properly chastised.
The next part of her plan,so cruelly detailed,
Will see Barbara Moore slowly hung and impaled.
 
Barbaria1 said:
Jeffrey (geeze) and the crowd. As if the corporal punishment wasn’t bad enough, the reaction of the crowd was even worse. They came to see a spectacle. And PrPr, great and talented impresario that he is, gave them Moore than they ever imagined.

Very hot chapter! And you dithered over whether to post it?
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Jeffrey is probably more concerned about tomorrow`s session with Charlotte!
 
Praefectus Praetorio said:
It just all seems too disgusting and unjust to print!
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I admire your courage and fortitude detailing this disturbing episode. A thankless task, but someone had to do it, and you never flinched from describing the unsettling depictions.

Take a rest now, old chap, and try to pull together all the other characters randomly scattered throughout Singapore.
 
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