Tiga Puluh Satu Public Punishment Chamber, Changi Prison, Friday, 10:58 AM
“The third set of five!” the Commandant announced. The audience fell dead silent, staring at Barb’s welted and cut ass, still wriggling in pain from the first ten and the antiseptic.
“Mr. Ng, if you please.” The muscular Malay stepped up again with the cane in his hand.
“One!”
Ng, fully rested during the intermission, delivered one of his most forceful blows yet. A low, sweeping arch, it met the bottom swell of Barb’s raised cheeks, just above the juncture with her thighs.
Jimmy Rogers was in heaven. He had insisted on the waitress leaving three glasses of champagne and two large plates of fatty, greasy food. As Jimmy gulped the wine and stuffed his face with a cracker piled high with Pâté de foie gras, his gaze zeroed in on Moore’s ass. He was thankful that he had stuffed extra napkins in the front of his trousers. He had reached a powerful climax at the seventh cane stroke, and hoped for another in the second half.
As the creamy Pâté slid down his throat, he felt a touch of heartburn. Not to worry, these days, Jimmy always carried a bottle of PEPCID AC® to tame that pesky heartburn. He swallowed a pair of pills washed down with champagne. This is the life, he thought, stretching his left arm to loosen the bit of pain and numbness he felt in his shoulder.
Rogers released a loud belch as the twelfth cane stroke tore into the upper part of Barbara’s cheeks, crossing diagonally and opening several cuts. Her helpless wriggling, like a fish on a hook, was so sexy, so perfect. Jimmy thought ahead, to having her in an interrogation room and working her over, beating her face, breasts, and belly. Then bending her over and raping her ass hard! Yes, he thought as his cock grew hard again.
Damn that heartburn! He swallowed two more tablets.
Somehow, it seemed worse to Barb to have the pain continue and drill deep in her rear during the intermission and now new strokes generating more pain in the same spots.
Her butt hurt so bad. She was sobbing uncontrollably.
Ng landed the thirteenth, a flat swat covering some of the most painful early lines.
Barb, blinded by the pain, screamed as hard as she could. It felt like a knife had cut her skin. I can’t take this! She thought. “Stop! Please stop! MY GOD!!”
Jeffrey’s erotic appreciation of the procedure had long since faded into horror and shame. Every new stroke now had to land on several previous lines of cut and bruised flesh, ultrasensitive to any touch, let alone a heavy Malacca cane wielded by a powerful professional.
The Major slowed the count, dragging Barb through the torture deliberately and cruelly.
“Five,” By now, Barb’s screams had lost some of their strength. But that didn’t mean the pain was the slightest bit less unbearable. Small drops and streaks of blood had appeared on her swollen and dancing ass. More flowed with each blow.
“That completes the third set. Prisoner will be given a brief respite.”
Amanda Jones tried to ignore the spectators around her who were discussing the punishment and speculated on how Barb could endure five more strokes. Praise for Mr. Ng’s skill was strong. Even with the air conditioning, Amanda was sweating heavily.
“Dr. Liú, examine the prisoner. Is she fit to endure the final five?”
Chunhua raised Barb’s hanging head and examined her face. She listened to her pulse and took her blood pressure.
“She is not in danger. I believe she might have fainted. She might not respond to additional punishment.
Amanda almost clapped her hands with joy. They would have to let her off from the final five! Enough! Fifteen brutal strokes! That is enough!
Commandant bin Osman stepped down from the stage and spoke quietly with the three judges. Rut said something, and the other two nodded their heads. Josephine, who was leaning in from the side to listen, did a mini fist pump with an audible, “Yes!” Mamat returned to the podium.
“Prisoner must, if at all possible, receive the full punishment decreed by the court. And it is only efficacious while the prisoner is conscious of the chastisement intended.”
Jeffrey felt his heart sink. Amanda stared, trying to understand what the Commandant meant.
“Doctor, please use whatever means necessary to revive the prisoner fully.”
Dr. Liú sighed and took a syringe from her bag.
Amanda tugged at Jeffrey’s sleeve and gave him a questioning look. He spoke in a soft, rueful voice, “Amphetamines to make her hyper-conscious to feel every exploding nerve of the unendurable pain! It is diabolically cruel!”
Amanda’s hand went to her mouth, and she cried, “No!” The Commandant looked to where the American sat and delivered one of his looks commanding silence.
Dr. Liú gave Barbara the injection, put away the syringe, and returned to the edge of the stage.
In a few moments, Barbara snapped back to wide awake with the white heat in her butt re-torturing her now racing mind
“Owwwwwwwoooooaaa!” she wailed as her ass danced and quivered.
“The prisoner seems to be back with us, the Commandant said wryly. “Fourth Set of Five!”
Ng had wiped down the cane to remove any fluids before starting a new round. He flexed his arms and chest to the admiration of the crowd. An obese young woman behind Amanda whispered, to her escort, “God, what a wonderful animal he is. If he would fuck me some time! How exquisitely delicious!” Amanda sank further in her seat, recoiling in horror.
“Mr. Ng, if you please. One!”
Ng intended to make the final set count. He measured the cane across Barb’s butt, stretching a little farther out than before. He wound up, took a long backswing, and brought the weapon forward. It landed slightly tilted, with all of its force in the middle of her right cheek. This was the first time that the energy of a blow wasn’t spread across both cheeks.
This cruel stroke, along with the stimulants, reawaken Barb, who let out a loud cry of agony. The crowd appreciated the renewed thrusting and dancing of her butt.
Jimmy Rogers almost choaked on the Satay he was eating. As she pumped her pussy and anus at him, he thought of having his prick thrusting between those quivering, pain-filled cheeks,
“Two!”
Ng now proceeded to land the next several on a single cheek at a time, cutting deeply.
“AAARRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!!!” screamed Barb, her head snapping up, her hair flying, and her whole body spasming. Blood was now covering much of the surface of her butt, and each blow sent a thin red cloud misting into the air.
“Three!” A rising blow that caught the right cheek at the tender crease where the asscheeks met the legs and seeming to lift her ass from the stand.
“Four!” A full-force blow across the middle of her left asscheek drew another unholy cry from the tortured girl, and, a denser mist of blood in the air.
“Five!” Ng took his time and slowly drew back the cane as far as he could turn and then drove it forward, putting all his weight and strength behind it. It impacted her torn right cheek high up with a sickening ‘thump’ and drew an incredible keening screech from Moore.
“That completes the fourth set.”
Barb hung, shivering from her bonds in pure agony. Never had she imagined, in her worst nightmares, anything this bad.
“We now have the discretionary stoke that the prisoner earned for foul language..”
Struggling with all her might against her bonds, Barb begged, “Stop! Oh, for the love of God, Stop!! I’ve learned my lesson. I can’t stand any more pain! Please, please, PLEASE STOP!”
Ng looked to the Commandant, who looked down at the judge. Amanda prayed there would be mercy.
Betar-Gisber smiled and gave a thumbs down signal to the Major.
“Discretionary stroke will be delivered as earned.!”
“Noooooo! Barb cried.
Rut held up her right hand with four fingers extended. Mamat nodded in understanding.
“Due to the seriousness of her language. The discretionary stroke will be delivered using the #4 cane.”
Ng went to a stand of canes and replaced the one he’d been using with another. Following his previous ritual, he shows the engraved number to the Commandant, then the judges, then Jeffrey. Hodges saw the number 4 and noted to his dismay that this cane was almost three-quarters of an inch in diameter. Amanda refused to look at the horrible thing.
Barbara, fully alert and suffering uncontrolled tremors, could not see what was occurring, but knew a horrible stroke was coming. With blinding pain shooting from her ass, she dry-retched again in fear. Drenched in sweat, drooling and choking on her retch, eyes blinded by tears, panting for all she was worth as her body quivered at the effect of the stimulant, she gasped desperately. The audience watched her long shapely legs as they were cramping and struggling for release, causing her bloody ass to shake invitingly.
“Please,” she whimpered in a little hoarse voice. “I want to go home. Please let me go home!" It was clear to all who could hear that she was losing touch with reality.
The additional stroke would now have to cross several earlier ones and open more cuts.
Mr. Ng re-mounted the stage and took his position with the heavy #4 cane beside Barbara Moore.
Except for the panting and moaning from the victim, the room fell deadly silent in anticipation.
Amanda allowed himself to look at Barb again. Her previously red ass was now black and blue with rivulets of red blood that ran down her legs!
When Ng was ready, Mamat announced, “Discretionary Stroke One!”
Ng seemed to have new life as he drove a Herculean blow into the middle of her butt and was rewarded by an inhuman scream.
Even though she was bound tightly, with multiple heavy leather belts and cuffs, to a solid frame, the blow from the heavy #4 cane looked as if it would surely drive Barb off the stand. A red mist of blood erupted, and her ass cheeks were flattened deeply at the impact.
The impact of this last stroke cane took her breath away. When Barb did cry, it was not human. It was more like the howl of a wounded and dying animal.
Jimmy Rogers released another loud burp and came again!
As Barbara howled in torture, Mr. Ng, covered in sweat himself from the exertion of 21 hard strokes with the cane, nevertheless smiled and moved to the edge of the stage and folded his arms across his chest. Spontaneous applause broke out and continued for almost a minute.
At last, the Commandant signaled for quiet.
“Punishment Complete,” he announced, “Please release the prisoner and present her to the spectators.”
The guards removed her straps and drew Barb’s limp body to the front of the stage. There, two held her up by her arms, while a third came behind her, took her hair, and pulled back to make her face the audience.
Sweat covered and shivering with pain, Barb’s naked, unmarked, front presented a beautifully sexy sight to the audience.
Through tear-stained eyes, Moore looked out at the people who had witnessed and enjoyed her terrible suffering. Beaten and half-conscious, the young woman could see men and women leering at her naked body, and, several even rubbing their crotches.
“Remove the prisoner to the Infirmary. Dr. Liú, apply the appropriate treatment. This Punishment Session is Ended!”
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