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

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Praefectus Praetorio said:
Perhaps that explains Barb going missing for eight months after high school. The boasts of the football team might not be totally fabricated!
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If the stories are true, at least they would help prepare Barb for tonight.

Lima Belas - Private Room, Commandant’s Office Changi Prison Complex, 9:15 PM

Commandant bin Osman looked around his “Private Screening Room” with satisfaction. The space, immediately off his office, had seating for eight and a large one-way window into the guards’ exercise/break room.

Several remote controlled ceiling HD video cameras along with Hi-Fi microphones could pick up all the action in the guards’ room. They fed a professional mixing panel in a small room adjacent to the observation room. There, an operator panned and zoomed the cameras and then mixed and directed the feed that went to large LG TVs with theater sound in the VIP room. The signal was also recorded for Mamat's later enjoyment and highly profitable sales on the international “dark market,” catering to well-healed patrons with “unusual” tastes.”

A small, but well-paying set of VIP guests had jumped at the opportunity to view Barbara Moore get well fucked by the guards. This evening would bring in a pretty penny for bin Osman.

The guards had removed Barb’s hood after she’d been seated on the sturdy, long table. As she was still blinking at the light, they’d drawn her cuffed hands over her head, along with her shift, leaving her stark naked to the delight of Mamat’s guests.

The helpless brunette’s arms were pulled tight over her head, up the table, and clipped to a hook, forcing her onto her back. A guard immediately went for her pussy, burying his face and dipping his tongue in her slit. Two others focused on a breast each, caressing the soft flesh, teasing the areolas, and sucking the nipples deep in their mouths. A couple of minutes of this action resulted in unmistakable signs of arousal. Looking around his room, the Commandant also saw such signs. Some of his guests were already stroking themselves while several were encouraging the guards working over the beautiful girl.

Soon the guard eating Barb’s snatch could wait no longer. He stood and brought his erect cock to her now, very wet lips. Meanwhile, another guard approached to savor her opposite end, placing his mouth on Barb’s. He slid his tongue back and forth on her lips, and soon, she opened her mouth to allow its invasion.

Barb had intended to lie passively, as a mute protest to her rape. However, the multiple males, sensuously attacking her body, aroused sensations that her mind couldn’t control. Her breathing grew deeper and hotter, and her skin flushed with heat. The tongue on her cunt lips stimulated loins, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body.spot. As a man tried to slip his tongue in her mouth, she resisted for a moment. Then, as her cunt was pulsing, her lips seemed to separate on their own and allow the invader access. Then, she felt the full erect head of a penis slipping up and down her slip. A moan involuntarily escaped her lips, allowing the man’s tongue While unlimited access to her mouth.

The guard felt Barb’s body respond as the head of his penis slipped quickly between the wet lips of her slit. He took his time, moving in a little and then almost back out before slowly sliding in again. While holding her hip with his left hand, he applied his right thumb to her swollen clit, dragging a loud groan, audible even with the other guard reaming her mouth with his tongue.

Barb traded tongue dances with the guard as her mouth became wet with desire. The fire growing in her pussy lit her whole person, and her skin seemed afire with passion. The men sucking her breasts, alternated teasing the sensitive, tumescent nipples with their tongues and playfully biting the swollen flesh. These actions sent hot, electric sparks of arousal shooting through her breasts and into her fevered brain.

Try as she might, Barbara couldn’t suppress the reaction of her body to four men working without pause to excite and arouse her. The scent of four aroused and passionate males entered her nostrils and subtly stoked the fires of her passion.

The tongue exploring her mouth teased Barb’s oral nerves, while the finger on her clit kept flicking back and forth, back and forth. The prick in her pussy kept driving in and out, in and out. Panting with heat, Barb’s moaned louder and more urgently. Her hips were twisting, and her tummy was clenching in desire.

All in the room (and the observation room) concentrated on the sexy woman nearing a climax. Voices were raised, cheering on the men engaged in fucking. More and more, the stimulation was unbearable. Soon, Barb lifted her shoulders from the table, thrusting her tits toward her attackers, impaling her cunt on the warm cock and crying into the mouth on hers.

As a powerful orgasm tore through Barbara’s body, the man at her head drew away to allow the other to hear her full cries.

“Yes! God, Yes! I can’t…please! I..I, Oh God! Now, now, ARRRGGHHHHHH!!” As she exploded in climax, the man fucking her drove hard and fast to come himself and fill her cunt with his sperm.

Two of the VIPs in the observation room has to excuse themselves and flee to the privacy of the lavatories. The Commandant smiled broadly.

As soon as the first man finished coming, he was replaced by another, as the others around Barb traded position. For the next two hours and forty minutes, there was a constant fresh stream of men making love to the captive woman and constantly stroking, sucking, pumping, and kissing. Not for a moment was she given a rest. Against her will, she was forced to another orgasm, then another. Soon, Barbara had lost all connection with her own will and was carried along, helpless and captive to her passions. Exhaustion and satiation were ignored. Never a halt, not even a slowdown.

Barb lost all track of time and any count of how many times she came. Her mouth, ass and cunt were used continuously. Drenched in sweat, her body heaving in response to the constant sexual stimulation, she was a fuck-toy for the men and a sex show for the guests.

As midnight approached, Imran signaled the men to wind down. Mamat ushered his guests out, receiving many an expression of appreciation. Everyone who had been present put down the very substantial fee required for a place at the upcoming caning.

At last, Barbara was left, semiconscious on the table, her skin glowing pink and sheened with sweat, copious amounts of cum flowing from her cunt and dripping to puddle on the table and the floor. She was hooded again, and arm carried back to her cell, where she was laid gently on her mat.

At the cell door, Imran turned and said, “Pleasant dreams, whore. It won’t always be this nice.”



So ended Barbara Moore’s first full day as a condemned prisoned in Changi Prison Complex. Starting with Bastindao and ending with a marathon fuck!
 
Barbaria1 said:
I’m surprised that no one has jumped on the words “single-handedly”. Let it be known, that I drew the line at swallowing.
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OMG! I did miss that! Very good Barbara. I totally believe you didn't swallow. But you admit servicing your neanderthal heroes on the football team? Wow! the truth comes out!
 
Praefectus Praetorio said:
If the stories are true, at least they would help prepare Barb for tonight.

Lima Belas - Private Room, Commandant’s Office Changi Prison Complex, 9:15 PM

Commandant bin Osman looked around his “Private Screening Room” with satisfaction. The space, immediately off his office, had seating for eight and a large one-way window into the guards’ exercise/break room.

Several remote controlled ceiling HD video cameras along with Hi-Fi microphones could pick up all the action in the guards’ room. They fed a professional mixing panel in a small room adjacent to the observation room. There, an operator panned and zoomed the cameras and then mixed and directed the feed that went to large LG TVs with theater sound in the VIP room. The signal was also recorded for Mamat's later enjoyment and highly profitable sales on the international “dark market,” catering to well-healed patrons with “unusual” tastes.”

A small, but well-paying set of VIP guests had jumped at the opportunity to view Barbara Moore get well fucked by the guards. This evening would bring in a pretty penny for bin Osman.

The guards had removed Barb’s hood after she’d been seated on the sturdy, long table. As she was still blinking at the light, they’d drawn her cuffed hands over her head, along with her shift, leaving her stark naked to the delight of Mamat’s guests.

The helpless brunette’s arms were pulled tight over her head, up the table, and clipped to a hook, forcing her onto her back. A guard immediately went for her pussy, burying his face and dipping his tongue in her slit. Two others focused on a breast each, caressing the soft flesh, teasing the areolas, and sucking the nipples deep in their mouths. A couple of minutes of this action resulted in unmistakable signs of arousal. Looking around his room, the Commandant also saw such signs. Some of his guests were already stroking themselves while several were encouraging the guards working over the beautiful girl.

Soon the guard eating Barb’s snatch could wait no longer. He stood and brought his erect cock to her now, very wet lips. Meanwhile, another guard approached to savor her opposite end, placing his mouth on Barb’s. He slid his tongue back and forth on her lips, and soon, she opened her mouth to allow its invasion.

Barb had intended to lie passively, as a mute protest to her rape. However, the multiple males, sensuously attacking her body, aroused sensations that her mind couldn’t control. Her breathing grew deeper and hotter, and her skin flushed with heat. The tongue on her cunt lips stimulated loins, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body.spot. As a man tried to slip his tongue in her mouth, she resisted for a moment. Then, as her cunt was pulsing, her lips seemed to separate on their own and allow the invader access. Then, she felt the full erect head of a penis slipping up and down her slip. A moan involuntarily escaped her lips, allowing the man’s tongue While unlimited access to her mouth.

The guard felt Barb’s body respond as the head of his penis slipped quickly between the wet lips of her slit. He took his time, moving in a little and then almost back out before slowly sliding in again. While holding her hip with his left hand, he applied his right thumb to her swollen clit, dragging a loud groan, audible even with the other guard reaming her mouth with his tongue.

Barb traded tongue dances with the guard as her mouth became wet with desire. The fire growing in her pussy lit her whole person, and her skin seemed afire with passion. The men sucking her breasts, alternated teasing the sensitive, tumescent nipples with their tongues and playfully biting the swollen flesh. These actions sent hot, electric sparks of arousal shooting through her breasts and into her fevered brain.

Try as she might, Barbara couldn’t suppress the reaction of her body to four men working without pause to excite and arouse her. The scent of four aroused and passionate males entered her nostrils and subtly stoked the fires of her passion.

The tongue exploring her mouth teased Barb’s oral nerves, while the finger on her clit kept flicking back and forth, back and forth. The prick in her pussy kept driving in and out, in and out. Panting with heat, Barb’s moaned louder and more urgently. Her hips were twisting, and her tummy was clenching in desire.

All in the room (and the observation room) concentrated on the sexy woman nearing a climax. Voices were raised, cheering on the men engaged in fucking. More and more, the stimulation was unbearable. Soon, Barb lifted her shoulders from the table, thrusting her tits toward her attackers, impaling her cunt on the warm cock and crying into the mouth on hers.

As a powerful orgasm tore through Barbara’s body, the man at her head drew away to allow the other to hear her full cries.

“Yes! God, Yes! I can’t…please! I..I, Oh God! Now, now, ARRRGGHHHHHH!!” As she exploded in climax, the man fucking her drove hard and fast to come himself and fill her cunt with his sperm.

Two of the VIPs in the observation room has to excuse themselves and flee to the privacy of the lavatories. The Commandant smiled broadly.

As soon as the first man finished coming, he was replaced by another, as the others around Barb traded position. For the next two hours and forty minutes, there was a constant fresh stream of men making love to the captive woman and constantly stroking, sucking, pumping, and kissing. Not for a moment was she given a rest. Against her will, she was forced to another orgasm, then another. Soon, Barbara had lost all connection with her own will and was carried along, helpless and captive to her passions. Exhaustion and satiation were ignored. Never a halt, not even a slowdown.

Barb lost all track of time and any count of how many times she came. Her mouth, ass and cunt were used continuously. Drenched in sweat, her body heaving in response to the constant sexual stimulation, she was a fuck-toy for the men and a sex show for the guests.

As midnight approached, Imran signaled the men to wind down. Mamat ushered his guests out, receiving many an expression of appreciation. Everyone who had been present put down the very substantial fee required for a place at the upcoming caning.

At last, Barbara was left, semiconscious on the table, her skin glowing pink and sheened with sweat, copious amounts of cum flowing from her cunt and dripping to puddle on the table and the floor. She was hooded again, and arm carried back to her cell, where she was laid gently on her mat.

At the cell door, Imran turned and said, “Pleasant dreams, whore. It won’t always be this nice.”



So ended Barbara Moore’s first full day as a condemned prisoned in Changi Prison Complex. Starting with Bastindao and ending with a marathon fuck!
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After that episode, both Barbara and I need a rest. There will be no post until at least Tuesday.
 
Praefectus Praetorio said:
Lima Belas - Private Room, Commandant’s Office Changi Prison Complex, 9:15 PM

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“Yes! God, Yes! I can’t…please! I..I, Oh God! Now, now, ARRRGGHHHHHH!!” As she exploded in climax, the man fucking her drove hard and fast to come himself and fill her cunt with his sperm.
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Enam Belas Josephine Shanmugam’s Residence, Singapore, Wednesday, March 27th, 12:11 AM
Josephine showed Lee to the guest bathroom and then went to the master bath off her bedroom. A few moments of cleaning and re-application of makeup and perfume, and she emerged wearing just her green silk robe. It fell not entirely to the bottom of her ass, and she had left it undone.

Josephine had made the study of human nature, especially of the male of the species, her life work. It had been a remarkable and almost magical time in bed with Lee tonight. However, she knew men can easily be satisfied and easily wander. Leave them wanting more was her motto.

Lee, now dressed, emerged from the other bath, and Josephine greeted him with a kiss. Walking hand in hand with him to the front door, she murmured sweet nothings. At the door, with her robe gaping open, Jo leaned in and gave him a deep tongue kiss while stroking his crotch with her hand. “We must do this again - soon, Lee,” she whispered in his ear. He looked in her eyes and said, “Count on it.”

Josephine waved to him as he looked back while walking down the path. She closed the door and headed back toward her bed. On the way, she noticed a message on her machine.

“First Minister? (the voice of Commandant bin Osman) I wanted to let you know. We have scheduled Barbara Moore’s first twenty cane strokes for this Friday, 10 AM. Front Row VIP seat for you, of course.”

“How delicious,” Josephine whispered to herself. “A moment when it is good to be prepared.” She went to her bedside table and removed the large vibrator and lay on the silken sheets on the still disheveled bed.


Cell 22, Death Row Wednesday, March 27th, 8:15 AM
Barbara had to be woken by the guards the next morning. After the vigorous sex of the night before, she had fallen asleep soon after midnight and slept straight through. When she checked her feet, she found them sore, but much improved over the night before.

After a standard breakfast, Imran and another guard entered and did an inspection. Though her feet hurt, Barb was able to stand gingerly.

“Cuff her and hood her,” Imran said to the other. “The Commandant wants to see her.”

Hooded and shackled, Barb managed to shuffle painfully down the halls until they brought her into the Commandant’s office. When her hood was removed, Barb was surprised to see the formal office. She had assumed he would be raping her again in his “playroom.”

“Prisoner Barbara Ann Moore. You are here to be told the timing of your court-ordered punishments.”

“Don’t I get an appeal first?” asked Barb. Then quickly added, “Sir?”

“I’ll come to that. Your appeal does not apply to the caning part of your sentence. That sentence was 40 strokes. However, the court and I have decided to show you mercy.”

Barb’s heart leaped. It was the first time a government official had used the word mercy!

“40 strokes might be dangerous to your health.”

Yes, thought Barb, they will reduce or eliminate it!

“Therefore, we will split it into two parts. You will receive 20 strokes on Friday and then, seven days later, the remaining 20 on the next Friday, April 5th.”

Barb almost collapsed with shock. Imran grabbed her arm and steadied her.

“Your execution, indeed, is on appeal and will not proceed until there is a ruling by that court. However, in the meantime, we need to schedule it to have all preparations in place. Therefore we have tentatively scheduled your execution for Friday, April 12th, sixteen days from today.”

Barbara felt as if someone had hit her with a sledgehammer. Her execution, her DEATH, was now scheduled. She had just sixteen days to live!


Josephine Shanmugam’s Residence, Singapore, 8:35 AM
Josephine stretched languidly and rolled herself out of bed and headed to the spa bathtub. Though she’d had a minimal amount of sleep, she felt terrific. Wednesday morning. Just two days now! She poured scented oils into the tub and took a long luxurious soak with the jets playing sensuously over her body. At nine-thirty-sharp, she was entered the Ministry feeling like a million Singapore Dollars.
 
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