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Imprisonment and Execution in Modern Singapore Part III of Barb's Singapore Saga
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Praefectus Praetorio
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Public Punishment Chamber, Changi Prison, Friday, 11:35 AM
The punishment chamber was deadly silent, as all eyes (well, mostly all eyes – some lingered on Barbara’s fantastic ass) were on Commandant Mamat bin Osman, awaiting his next command. Mr. Ng stood at the ready to obey the order to destroy that ass. Jeffrey held his breath with a combination of dread and lust.
That command didn’t come. Mamat looked around the room, savoring the building tension and anticipation. He knew why the people were there. He intended to give them more than they had expected.
The Commandant usually had an unemotional and controlled countenance. But, at this moment, there was a twinkle in his eye and a trace of a smile on his face.
At last, he opened his mouth to speak… he said, “Guard, Figg the prisoner anally.”
Hodges, had no idea what figging meant, though anally sounded terrible enough.
Imran strode to the front of the stage and held up to the audience a piece of yellowish carved wood that looked remarkably like a dildo. Some know about a figg already, and the rest began to stir and then applaud as they realized that this object was to be inserted anally into Barbara Moore!
Mamat explained, “Some may not be familiar with an old tradition of combining figging with punishment to the ass. The object that Mr. Awang is holding has been carved, just a few moments ago, from a ginger root. The irritant oils and fluids of the root will seep slowly to the surface. When inserted into the anus, these will immediately begin to irritate the mucus lining, constantly becoming more and more intense over the next half-hour. As it does, the ‘discomfort’ caused the victim will provoke them to raise and pump their ass while spreading their cheeks as wide as possible to diffuse the burning sensation. However, I assure you, no permanent damage is caused.”
Even as cheers started in the room, Jeffrey sprang to his feet, “I object,” he shouted. “This is inhuman and cannot be legal!”
Loud boos and shouts rained down from audience members who were relishing the prospect of a new and unique torture for the woman strapped to the frame.
The Commandant gestured for silence. He looked down the judges. Gamble stood.
“I understand that you may not be aware of an old and little-used remedy for the courts in Singapore, Mr. Hodges. But, I can assure you that statutes specifically allow a court to impose such an unusual punishment if it is believed to be for the good of the Republic.”
Jeffrey, open-mouth and in shock, sank to his seat. This had all spiraled incredibly out of the bounds of reasonable punishment!
Imran turned and approached Barb’s raised and open butt. She had been in too much pain from her position to follow the argument. Therefore, she was completely surprised when she felt a penis-sized object press against her anus. “God, No!” she cried out.
The guard ignored her plea and pressed the head into her rear.
“Goddamn You!.” She yelled. “Fuck you, bastards!” She couldn’t conceive the humiliation of anal penetration in front of one hundred strangers!
“One discretionary stroke for foul language. Proceed, Mr. Awang.”
The guard now brutally shoved the fig deep in Barb’s ass, drawing a drawn-out howl of agony.
Jeffrey was drenched in sweat, only semi-aware of what was going on. However, another announcement roused him.
“Guard, Figg the prisoner vaginally.”
It couldn’t be! He stared open-mouthed and speechless as the room erupted in loud cheers. Imran went to the front of the stage and displayed an even larger Figg.
Barbara was still in shock and moaning from the rude invasion of her rear. Desperately, she was struggling to expel the hard rod. Then she felt a new threat to her cunt. Imran lodged the tip between the cuntlips still swollen from his cropping just a dozen hours ago. With even less subtlety than before, he shoved the invader in hard, burying the first two inches.
An animal-like scream was torn from Barb’s lips as the ginger root tore open her pussy, still sore from the previous night’s rapes.
“You fucking perverts!” She screamed. “Assholes! motherfuckers! Damn your sick little pricks!” Barbara seemed to be somewhat upset.
“Two more discretionary strokes for foul and disrespectful language to officials of the Republic,” decreed Mamat. Jeffrey saw Rut smiling and nodding. That bitch, he thought. She wanted this and arranged it to torment Barbara further!
Two more hard pushes, and the figg was fully buried. Barba was covered with sweat and crying.
“Secure the figs.” Ordered Mamat.
Imran produced a thin leather strap, similar to the waist strap already in place, except with two cups toward the middle. He snapped one end to the front of the waist belt and drew the new one between Barbara’s thighs. He fitted the cups over the bases of the two figgs and pulled the strap extra tight before snapping it to the rear of the waist belt. This strap and the Figgs were now deeply imbedded between her full cheeks.
“Figgs inserted and secured.”
“Excellent, Mr. Awang. Allow the prisoner a moment of contemplation.”
“Yes, Sir,” said Imran, slapping Barb’s ass hard and stepping away.
There was silence in the room as every spectator focused on Moore’s raised, spread, and stretched butt with the thin black leather strap snaking through her slit and crack. Each person tried to imagine what the stretched and bound girl must be feeling.
Barbara, herself, of course, knew. Her joints and back ached and cramped from the impossibly tight position. And her ass and cunt were filled to the limit with the substantial, unyielding invaders, the surfaces raw from the unlubricated friction of the forced entry. Her body was covered in sweat, and her fear of the upcoming canings was building by the second. But, she hadn’t heard the explanation that the Commandant had given. She had no idea of the irritation that the figs would cause. She would learn very well, very soon.
Imperceptibly at first, a low, subtle heat began to build in her anus and vagina. The other, sharper pains from her stretching, prevented Barb from being aware of it at first.
However, the audience, focused on her raised buttcheeks, saw the first signs – a wiggling of her hips and motion of the cheeks opening ever so slightly. A few murmurs of appreciation could be heard around the room. Then, as the erotic movements began to be unmistakable, more commented until finally, there was a general sound of approval.
By then, Moore, herself, was aware of the irritation slowly building in her loins. She opened her mouth and moaned softly at the discomfort.
The Commandant waited two more minutes. Soon Barbara was sweating profusely as the heat in her ass and cunt built from a warmth toward a burning. The irritations were starting to drown out all other discomforts of her position. Soon she was moaning out loud and begging for relief.
“Awwwwaaww. It burns. Please, please. Take them out!” The only response was laughter and applause from the audience who were now enjoying how Barb was bouncing her butt up and down and spreading the cheeks as wide as possible, seeking cooling relief.
The Commandant was satisfied that his prisoner was now suffering significant pain. He also knew that much more was to come as the irritated linings became inflamed and reddened.
“Mr. Ng, please prepare for the caning.”
Holding Cell, Central Narcotics Bureau, Friday, 11:50 AM
Amanda was thinking mostly about food. She knew there were other, more critical problems facing her, but she was famished. Her last real meal was two days ago in the hospital. Last night, she had only swallowed a small spoonful of that vile concoction they had given her. There was something wrong with it. However, when she complained, very politely, to the guards, they just laughed. Well, she wouldn’t eat something that has turned bad, so she just put it aside. This morning, no breakfast, just a cup of water. She prayed lunch would come soon.
Despite her obsession with food, Amanda Jones had done a lot of thinking about her situation since she’d returned from yesterday’s interrogation. She believed the men when they said things would get worse. She had no idea how, but imagined scenes from those 30’s detective movies she loved.
A dark room, bright lights in her face, making her warm and sweating. A cop was pounding the desk and waving papers at her, demanding the truth. She might cry. Would they threaten to slap her?
How long could she hold out, she wondered. She would repeat the truth about the drugs, that she thought they were uppers. But, beyond that. They talked as if they would want more information. Her supplier? Amanda promised herself she wouldn’t betray Fatimah, no matter what.
What if they asked about what she knew of Barbara Moore? No way, I’ll say anything against Miss Moore! She held up her right hand in the cheerleader oath. No way!
Public Punishment Chamber, Changi Prison, Friday, 11:35 AM
The punishment chamber was deadly silent, as all eyes (well, mostly all eyes – some lingered on Barbara’s fantastic ass) were on Commandant Mamat bin Osman, awaiting his next command. Mr. Ng stood at the ready to obey the order to destroy that ass. Jeffrey held his breath with a combination of dread and lust.
That command didn’t come. Mamat looked around the room, savoring the building tension and anticipation. He knew why the people were there. He intended to give them more than they had expected.
The Commandant usually had an unemotional and controlled countenance. But, at this moment, there was a twinkle in his eye and a trace of a smile on his face.
At last, he opened his mouth to speak… he said, “Guard, Figg the prisoner anally.”
Hodges, had no idea what figging meant, though anally sounded terrible enough.
Imran strode to the front of the stage and held up to the audience a piece of yellowish carved wood that looked remarkably like a dildo. Some know about a figg already, and the rest began to stir and then applaud as they realized that this object was to be inserted anally into Barbara Moore!
Mamat explained, “Some may not be familiar with an old tradition of combining figging with punishment to the ass. The object that Mr. Awang is holding has been carved, just a few moments ago, from a ginger root. The irritant oils and fluids of the root will seep slowly to the surface. When inserted into the anus, these will immediately begin to irritate the mucus lining, constantly becoming more and more intense over the next half-hour. As it does, the ‘discomfort’ caused the victim will provoke them to raise and pump their ass while spreading their cheeks as wide as possible to diffuse the burning sensation. However, I assure you, no permanent damage is caused.”
Even as cheers started in the room, Jeffrey sprang to his feet, “I object,” he shouted. “This is inhuman and cannot be legal!”
Loud boos and shouts rained down from audience members who were relishing the prospect of a new and unique torture for the woman strapped to the frame.
The Commandant gestured for silence. He looked down the judges. Gamble stood.
“I understand that you may not be aware of an old and little-used remedy for the courts in Singapore, Mr. Hodges. But, I can assure you that statutes specifically allow a court to impose such an unusual punishment if it is believed to be for the good of the Republic.”
Jeffrey, open-mouth and in shock, sank to his seat. This had all spiraled incredibly out of the bounds of reasonable punishment!
Imran turned and approached Barb’s raised and open butt. She had been in too much pain from her position to follow the argument. Therefore, she was completely surprised when she felt a penis-sized object press against her anus. “God, No!” she cried out.
The guard ignored her plea and pressed the head into her rear.
“Goddamn You!.” She yelled. “Fuck you, bastards!” She couldn’t conceive the humiliation of anal penetration in front of one hundred strangers!
“One discretionary stroke for foul language. Proceed, Mr. Awang.”
The guard now brutally shoved the fig deep in Barb’s ass, drawing a drawn-out howl of agony.
Jeffrey was drenched in sweat, only semi-aware of what was going on. However, another announcement roused him.
“Guard, Figg the prisoner vaginally.”
It couldn’t be! He stared open-mouthed and speechless as the room erupted in loud cheers. Imran went to the front of the stage and displayed an even larger Figg.
Barbara was still in shock and moaning from the rude invasion of her rear. Desperately, she was struggling to expel the hard rod. Then she felt a new threat to her cunt. Imran lodged the tip between the cuntlips still swollen from his cropping just a dozen hours ago. With even less subtlety than before, he shoved the invader in hard, burying the first two inches.
An animal-like scream was torn from Barb’s lips as the ginger root tore open her pussy, still sore from the previous night’s rapes.
“You fucking perverts!” She screamed. “Assholes! motherfuckers! Damn your sick little pricks!” Barbara seemed to be somewhat upset.
“Two more discretionary strokes for foul and disrespectful language to officials of the Republic,” decreed Mamat. Jeffrey saw Rut smiling and nodding. That bitch, he thought. She wanted this and arranged it to torment Barbara further!
Two more hard pushes, and the figg was fully buried. Barba was covered with sweat and crying.
“Secure the figs.” Ordered Mamat.
Imran produced a thin leather strap, similar to the waist strap already in place, except with two cups toward the middle. He snapped one end to the front of the waist belt and drew the new one between Barbara’s thighs. He fitted the cups over the bases of the two figgs and pulled the strap extra tight before snapping it to the rear of the waist belt. This strap and the Figgs were now deeply imbedded between her full cheeks.
“Figgs inserted and secured.”
“Excellent, Mr. Awang. Allow the prisoner a moment of contemplation.”
“Yes, Sir,” said Imran, slapping Barb’s ass hard and stepping away.
There was silence in the room as every spectator focused on Moore’s raised, spread, and stretched butt with the thin black leather strap snaking through her slit and crack. Each person tried to imagine what the stretched and bound girl must be feeling.
Barbara, herself, of course, knew. Her joints and back ached and cramped from the impossibly tight position. And her ass and cunt were filled to the limit with the substantial, unyielding invaders, the surfaces raw from the unlubricated friction of the forced entry. Her body was covered in sweat, and her fear of the upcoming canings was building by the second. But, she hadn’t heard the explanation that the Commandant had given. She had no idea of the irritation that the figs would cause. She would learn very well, very soon.
Imperceptibly at first, a low, subtle heat began to build in her anus and vagina. The other, sharper pains from her stretching, prevented Barb from being aware of it at first.
However, the audience, focused on her raised buttcheeks, saw the first signs – a wiggling of her hips and motion of the cheeks opening ever so slightly. A few murmurs of appreciation could be heard around the room. Then, as the erotic movements began to be unmistakable, more commented until finally, there was a general sound of approval.
By then, Moore, herself, was aware of the irritation slowly building in her loins. She opened her mouth and moaned softly at the discomfort.
The Commandant waited two more minutes. Soon Barbara was sweating profusely as the heat in her ass and cunt built from a warmth toward a burning. The irritations were starting to drown out all other discomforts of her position. Soon she was moaning out loud and begging for relief.
“Awwwwaaww. It burns. Please, please. Take them out!” The only response was laughter and applause from the audience who were now enjoying how Barb was bouncing her butt up and down and spreading the cheeks as wide as possible, seeking cooling relief.
The Commandant was satisfied that his prisoner was now suffering significant pain. He also knew that much more was to come as the irritated linings became inflamed and reddened.
“Mr. Ng, please prepare for the caning.”
Holding Cell, Central Narcotics Bureau, Friday, 11:50 AM
Amanda was thinking mostly about food. She knew there were other, more critical problems facing her, but she was famished. Her last real meal was two days ago in the hospital. Last night, she had only swallowed a small spoonful of that vile concoction they had given her. There was something wrong with it. However, when she complained, very politely, to the guards, they just laughed. Well, she wouldn’t eat something that has turned bad, so she just put it aside. This morning, no breakfast, just a cup of water. She prayed lunch would come soon.
Despite her obsession with food, Amanda Jones had done a lot of thinking about her situation since she’d returned from yesterday’s interrogation. She believed the men when they said things would get worse. She had no idea how, but imagined scenes from those 30’s detective movies she loved.
A dark room, bright lights in her face, making her warm and sweating. A cop was pounding the desk and waving papers at her, demanding the truth. She might cry. Would they threaten to slap her?
How long could she hold out, she wondered. She would repeat the truth about the drugs, that she thought they were uppers. But, beyond that. They talked as if they would want more information. Her supplier? Amanda promised herself she wouldn’t betray Fatimah, no matter what.
What if they asked about what she knew of Barbara Moore? No way, I’ll say anything against Miss Moore! She held up her right hand in the cheerleader oath. No way!
settantuno
MUTUS PICTOR
twonines
LIMERICUS
Another very hot and intense chapter PrPr.
Mamat has poor Barb at his mercy again,
His intent,to cause the most pain.
Her orifices, both opened wide,
Have ginger root thrust deeply inside.
Her struggles, in vain, on that steel frame,
Means she`ll suffer great pain and such shame.
Mamat has poor Barb at his mercy again,
His intent,to cause the most pain.
Her orifices, both opened wide,
Have ginger root thrust deeply inside.
Her struggles, in vain, on that steel frame,
Means she`ll suffer great pain and such shame.
Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Anal figging AND Vaginal figging too! Damn - A diabolical DP if ever there was one! And I have to be honest I think Jeffrey's display of extremely weak willed resistance that lasted all of 2 seconds is evidence that he is in fact enjoying the torments of Barb and has no intention of pushing anything too far that could impact on them! He is a lily-livered lush in my opinion ...
And when reading the final piece I suddenly had a vision of young, innocent, traumatised Miss Jones, being trafficked and forced to perform lewdly across a web cam for paying customers ... just saying ...
Excellent as always PrPr
And when reading the final piece I suddenly had a vision of young, innocent, traumatised Miss Jones, being trafficked and forced to perform lewdly across a web cam for paying customers ... just saying ...
Excellent as always PrPr
old slave
FELIS RESPICIENS
That evil, sadistic RBG!!!
I hope she gets her comeuppance.
The high and mighty can fall in SE Asia, as the recent news proves:
OTOH, Najib was responsible for a financial crime, a far more serious affair than the mistreatment of a couple of silly girls!
I hope she gets her comeuppance.
The high and mighty can fall in SE Asia, as the recent news proves:
Najib Razak: Malaysian ex-PM gets 12-year jail term in 1MDB corruption trial
Najib Razak gets 12 years in jail after he is convicted in a multi-million dollar corruption trial.
www.bbc.co.uk
OTOH, Najib was responsible for a financial crime, a far more serious affair than the mistreatment of a couple of silly girls!
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Perhaps some here are not familiar with Figg, which is totally unrelated to the fruit, fig. It derives from the older English word, feague (“to give a better appearance through artificial means”). That word seems to come from the Dutch vegen (“to sweep, wipe”) - see @Eulalia for more detail. It was used in 18th century England describing the dishonest practice of putting ginger root into a horse's anus to cause it to carry its tail high and act lively. It is regarded today as a form of animal cruelty. However, it is popular in some BDSM play. It is believed that 'fake', used by criminal since at least 1775 to denote a false or fraudulent item derives from feague.
Kathy
Terra Nova Tramp
Thanks for explaining it.
settantuno
MUTUS PICTOR
Attachments
Well I hope you don't think I give a better appearance through artificial means - I assure you every detail is 100% me! (Though perhaps I could do with a little gingering up)
I think now you come to mention it, I have come across 'figging' as an old word for 'gingering up' horses (and of course that's the origin of that phrase too), but like most slang words the origin is obscure. Dutch vegen, German fegen, as you say, means 'sweep, polish, prink up', so might have shifted to mean making something look better than it really is (the root is 'fag-' as in Old English fager, modern 'fair', which figging ain't). But 'feague' in English, probably from that same Germanic word, had earlier meant 'beat up, sweep the floor with someone, polish them off', in rather a different sense! And then there's also the 'figge of Spain' (la figa), the rudely contemptuous gesture which the horse-trader might well give to the departing customer he's just fooled into buying a worn-out nag (hence 'not caring a fig').
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Amanda sees herself as Gene Tierney as Laura in the 1944 film of the same name:
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
I'll sure you are 100% natural Scot. I'm also sure hold your tail high and canter lively under the horsewhip as any good slavegirl should
a Galloway pony!