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

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Note the tendency of shlock writers to rely on cliffhangers to keep up the readers' interest. I must confess that I am now worrying constantly that my conclusion will never live up to your expectations.
One day and 18 hours - 42 hours left in Barbara's and Amanda's lives as the episode ends. That is certainly not much time!
Worry not PrPr, for you have no need of such distractions!
 
We finally bid Wednesday a gentle goodnight.

Seratus Empat Puluh (140) – One Day, 21.75 Hours

Cell, Parliamentary Guards Headquarters, Singapore, Wednesday, 7:15 PM
Josephine had steeled herself to maintain her dignity when arrested. She submitted instantly and yet held her head high. She was shown the utmost respect as they rode her in custody back to the Headquarters. A Parliamentary Magistrate heard the charges of seeking to pervert the course of justice and encouraging sexual assault and rape. He ordered her held without bail. She was booked and searched thoroughly, but tactfully, by a senior female matron. Allowed to retain her civilian clothes, for the time being, she was placed in a cell.

After the door was locked and Josephine was alone, she broke down and wept bitterly.
A while later, she had to control herself again as a guard entered with her supper, and a matron brought fresh linens for her cot.
Before lights out, another guard came to inquire if she needed anything else. She replied meekly, no.

Infirmary, Changi Prison, Wednesday, 7:30 PM
When Dr. Liú arrived in the infirmary in the morning, she had been shown Amanda’s chart. She, naturally, rushed to see what she could do for the girl. Chunhua’s assistants had done an excellent job of packing the damaged area and minimizing future loss. Nevertheless, when the doctor first came into the room, she was shocked by Amanda’s appearance. Her fair skin was several shades paler, and her freckles showed more clearly against the almost translucent skin. Even many hours after the assault, she was still in great pain.
Chunhua’s examination did not surprise her, but it did disgust her. Such a brutal sexual assault was inhuman!
The doctor proceeded to do what she could to repair the damage and promote healing. The few mild pain-killers she was allowed to prescribe allowed Amanda to find a little rest during the day.

D. Liú had spent her lunch sitting by the bed and gently petting the prisoner. She told her that she was healing well, and the damage wouldn’t be permanent. Chunhua almost broke down when she said that. She was trying to alleviate long-term damage concerns even though Amanda was to be executed in just two days.
Despite the pain she was in, Amanda was perceptive enough to detect that something was deeply troubling her physician.
After hanging up on Jeffrey, Chunhua sat in her office and cried. She knew they could never be together again - another reminder to show the doctor how she no longer was in charge of her own life.

After dinner, Dr. Liú stayed late to sit beside Amanda’s bed and hold her hand. The doctor had gone through her work today almost as a zombie, without feeling or joy. Inside, her heart was broken with the knowledge that she was now a slave to the prison masters.
However, rather than the doctor comforting her injured patient, Amanda was comforting her. The small girl kept up a constant chatter of encouraging remarks and amusing observations. Despite herself, Chunhua found herself smiling and feeling encouraged.
The Chinese doctor was astounded by the strength and determination of one so young and small. While Amanda was undoubtedly still in much pain, she refused to talk about it or complain (as some of Chunhua’s patients would do endlessly). Instead, she focused on cheering up her doctor. Dr. Liú decided that this was one remarkable young woman.
A little later, the guards came to take Jones back to her cell. They stripped off her hospital gown and gave her just the cut-off, unfastened blouse to wear. Then she was cuffed, collared, and hooded.

Before they left, Chunhua summoned the courage to take Imran aside.
“I know I cannot order you,” she said in a humble voice with downcast eyes. “However, as a medical professional, I must tell you that her injury is not yet healed and will probably take all of tomorrow to do so. I strongly advise that nothing to done to aggravate that condition for at least twenty-four more hours.”
“Your medical advice is always welcomed and appreciated, doctor,” said Imran. “As long as you are aware of your new status.” With that, he grabbed her left breast through her scrubs and squeezed it in a vice grip while pulling upward.
Chunhau gasped at the sudden pain and went up on tiptoe to relieve that pull on her sore boob. She stifled all but the softest groan. “As you wish, Sir,” she said.
“Good,” said the Chief Guard. “Remember, yesterday was just the beginning. I don’t think you want to have the same kind of lovin’ we gave to this bitch, do you?” He gestured toward Amanda. Chunhua’s eyes went wide, and she replied, “No, Sir!”

Cell, Death Row, Changi Prison, Wednesday, 7:45 PM
The guards dumped Moore back in her cell after her session with Mr. An. They let her continue to wear her cheerleader uniform, at least what was left of it. Numerous cuts, tears, and rips had partially destroyed the garment. But it was better than complete nudity.
Deeply traumatized, Barbara crawled to the corner of her cell, drew herself up into a tight ball, and wept softly. Nothing – nothing in all her Singapore experience had affected her so painfully or tortured her soul so cruelly as did her two sessions with Mr. An. The man was a master at penetrating deep into the psyche of a woman and causing unbearable pain.

About half-way through the session with the cold, calm sadist, Barb had tried to escape into her mind. An reminded her of someone, somewhere. Then she had it.
The reader will surely recognize the character as well. Remember school? Not High School, but Middle? That age when virtually every developing child is obsessed with one or more shortcomings that they are sure makes them a freak? Too tall – too short; too thin – too fat; too late in developing – too early; shyness, awkwardness, trouble speaking, lousy posture, big ears - the list can go on forever.
Then remember that sadist bully. Not a physical bully, a psychological bully. The kind who delighted in finding out that thing of which you were deathly ashamed and then used it against you. Whispered into your ear in the classroom; loudly announced on the bus; leading a chant in the gym against you.
When the bully found out how to hurt you, he would never stop. He stuck the knife in and twisted it, and then pushed it deeper. The next day, he would be back, picking at the same scab, opening the painful wound again.
That was Mr. An!

That moment of mental triumph was short-lived as a tearing pain in her breast brought her back to the present, and to Mr. An’s smile as he attacked a mental scab and twisted that knife again!

Cells, Death Row, Changi Prison, Wednesday, 9:00 PM
The guards came around to Barb’s and Amanda’s cells for a final inspection. They were stripped of the few rags they wore, to be left naked. Full prison bondage was applied, hands and ankles cuffed, neck and waistbands cinched snugly, and tight and heavy chains connected all. Finally, a hood was added. Mercifully, though, the neckband wasn’t tightened.
During this process, both women stood and trembled in fear, sure that this was the prelude to more abuse. However, the guards just let them stand there and did nothing. Each ventured a meek question as to the reason. Both received the same answer from Lim.
“You have less than forty-eight hours until your execution. Standard prison practice is full chains at all times that you are alone. Oh, also. In case you hadn’t read the papers, the President rejected your appeal today. You don’t have to worry about the uncertainty anymore. You will die for certain on Friday!” This humor drew a hearty laugh from the men.

“Goodnight, Princess….Goodnight, Moppet….Don’t just stand there. Find your way to bed.”
 
Then remember that sadist bully. Not a physical bully, a psychological bully. The kind who delighted in finding out that thing of which you were deathly ashamed and then used it against you. Whispered into your ear in the classroom; loudly announced on the bus; leading a chant in the gym against you.

While I may remember him (or was it a her?), I trust that PrPr is not expecting me to reveal that memory here, right? :facepalm:
 
In the trap Barb and Amanda are caught
And time is now running short.
They`ve already suffered a great deal of pain,
In the next two days they will no doubt suffer again.
Any chance of salvation, Jeffrey let slip,
Jo`s fate is now the last bargaining chip.
Will the Colonel`s pressure affect RBG?
All we can do, is just wait and see.
 
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Thursday dawns; hope is back!

Seratus Empat Puluh Satu – One Day, 3.3 Hours

Parliamentary Guards Headquarters, Singapore, Thursday, April 11, 2019, 8:40 AM
Frost breezed into Musa’s office with the lightness to his step, usually found in a much younger man.
“Top of the morning, Darling. How’s my favorite Chief Inspector this morning?”
“Tolerable well, Detective Inspector. Tolerably well. You seem to have become a fixture here. Welcome, of course.”
“Feels like a second home, it does. Though I must say, it don’t feel like a true police station in one way.”
“Oh,” said Musa, concern on his face.”
“This just ain’t proper, Darling,” said Frost raising his coffee cup. "No proper police have coffee that tastes good!”
They both laughed at the joke.

“Back to work," said Musa. "If we are to help those two unfortunate Americans, we must move quickly. Their final appeal was denied, and executions are scheduled for tomorrow. My Commander is pulling all the political strings he can. We must work on the legal justification. Our first step should be to get together with their lawyer at the US Embassy. Jeffrey Hodges’ legal expertise will be vital to saving those women. Grab your hat and bring your coffee!”

Cells, Death Row, Changi Prison, Singapore, Thursday, 9:00 AM
Morning was a surreal experience for Barbara and Amanda. Sore from their chains and sweating inside the nasty hoods, the two had slept only fitfully. Guards entered their cells with breakfast trays. Their hoods were jerked off, and a guard proceeded to spoon feed each, while another offered sips of the thin, room-temperature tea.
A little later in the morning, the guards reappeared, snapped leashes to the tight collars, and led them both out and to the Commandant’s office.

Jeffrey Hodges’ Office, US Embassy, Thursday, 9:05 AM
Jeffrey sat at his desk, staring out into space. He had calmed down from yesterday. Kathy had been a great comfort to him when she saw his distress. She allowed him to work out some of his anger on her with a vigorous ass-caning. God, he thought, I’m lucky to have a wife like her. He did feel some concern that he was taking too much advantage of her submission. He had blistered her ass. God, that had been hot!
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The attorney’s erotic and sadistic dreams were interrupted when Mrs. Rittenhouse stuck in her head. “You have two detectives to see you, a Bin Ibrahim and a Frost.”
The men from Amanda’s case, he remembered. “Please send them right in.”
After greeting and seating his visitors, Jeffrey asked the reason for their visit.
Frost took the lead in reciting a concise summary of their dogged investigation of the attack on Amanda. He went through the forensic evidence that led them to Shanmugam and her arrest the afternoon before. Jeffrey sat in rapt attention to the unfolding tale. When they finished, Jeffrey took a moment to digest the surfeit of new information.
“So that attack on Amanda was to prevent my brief from getting filed?”
“Yes. Josephine has admitted that.”
“And the drug charges against her may have been fabricated or exaggerated for political purpose?”
“Quite likely.”
“And the testimony of Jimmy Rogers at Moore’s trial was completely made up?”
“We can be sure of that. Again, Shanmugam has confirmed it.”
“Wow. I suspected that some in power had a grudge against the girls. However, I never suspected such a deep-state conspiracy!”
“You don’t have the years of dealing with the political animal that I do, Love,” said Frost. “The Chief Superintendents I’ve known! They only look out for image and their cronies.”
“Things that were missed in the past are water under the bridge,” added Musa. “How can we help you today to stop their execution?”
Jeffrey thought for a moment, and, as he did, the smile of enthusiasm faded from his face. “We can’t, you see.” He said as his voice caught in this throat.
“What? We have the proof!”
“The proof would properly have been part of the Appeal Court process. But they have already ruled and will not take up the case again under any circumstance. Presenting the material to the President as part of the clemency request might have helped. However, that has already come and gone. We have no standard channels still to pursue.”
“What if we could get an audience with the President? Could you prepare a legal brief arguing for her to reconsider and highlighting how the new evidence impacts the justice of the sentences?”
“Yes. But my Ambassador has washed his hands of the whole affair. He is too embarrassed at home by the story. He would never ask the President again.”
“There are other ways to get to the President. In case we can, could you have that brief ready by the end of the day?”
“Well, there’s a dinner with the Ambassador tonight – I can’t miss that. But – Yes! I’ll get right on it. Can you send me all the material that I could use as evidence?”
“It shall be done as soon as we get back to my office. I’ll call you late today.”
Even before the men had left his office, Jeffrey had summoned Mrs. Rittenhouse to begin assembling references and to be prepared for dictation.
Burnside has chosen his new secretary, and Jeffery suspected that she was selected as a contrast to Amanda and Trixie. In her late fifties, Rittenhouse looked and dressed severely with her graying hair pulled back tightly into a small bun. However, she was an extremely experienced and talented secretary. As such, she would be invaluable today.

Cell, Parliamentary Guards Headquarters, Singapore, Thursday, 9:10 AM
Josephine had slept little during the night. Her head had pounded, and thoughts of her humiliation raced in her mind.
However, when a matron brought her breakfast tray in the morning, the – soon to be former – Minister sat with an erect and proud posture on the end of her cot. She spoke kindly and gratefully to the woman. Though the eggs, bacon, and biscuit plate with steaming coffee looked appealing, Josephine had no appetite.
A little later in the morning, guards entered and cuffed her wrists (in front) and led her to an interview room. There waited Zhang Wei Chan, the most respected criminal attorney in Singapore. His name, meaning the great old one, was most appropriate for the almost septuagenarian barrister whose work was legendary in the legal community. He rose to greet Josephine and gently asked the guards to remove her cuffs. They did so immediately and hurried to fetch a tea service at the old lawyer’s request.

Then, over steaming cups of fine green tea, Zhang Wei proceeded to debrief his client.
 
You know, I’ve been thinking ... instead of marching me off again to endure who the fuck knows what, any decent country would surely have some rule in place that says the unfortunate souls sitting on death row deserve a little peace and solitude to contemplate their lives lived and their fast approaching demise.

But being an absolute shithole country, oh no ... torment, pain and humiliation are still the order of the day no matter how close to one’s final day it may be.

Please, leave me alone. Wait, let me delicately rephrase that to: “leave me fucking alone you assholes!”

Oh, and by the way, can you leave me with some paper and a pen to write my last will and testimony.
 
an you leave me with some paper and a pen to write my last will and testimony
"Fraid not. But you can always cut your finger and use your blood to write on the stone wall of your cell. Unfortunately, they powerwash those with each change of prisoner - part of the exceptional hygiene.
Just don't write "Rache.*"


* see A Study in Scarlet
 
"Fraid not. But you can always cut your finger and use your blood to write on the stone wall of your cell. Unfortunately, they powerwash those with each change of prisoner - part of the exceptional hygiene.
Just don't write "Rache.*"


* see A Study in Scarlet
well then, could we compromise on allowing me to have my iPhone back?
 
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Seratus Empat Puluh Satu – One Day, 3.3 Hours

Parliamentary Guards Headquarters, Singapore, Thursday, April 11, 2019, 8:40 AM
Frost breezed into Musa’s office with the lightness to his step, usually found in a much younger man.
“Top of the morning, Darling. How’s my favorite Chief Inspector this morning?”
“Tolerable well, Detective Inspector. Tolerably well. You seem to have become a fixture here. Welcome, of course.”
“Feels like a second home, it does. Though I must say, it don’t feel like a true police station in one way.”
“Oh,” said Musa, concern on his face.”
“This just ain’t proper, Darling,” said Frost raising his coffee cup. "No proper police have coffee that tastes good!”
They both laughed at the joke.

“Back to work," said Musa. "If we are to help those two unfortunate Americans, we must move quickly. Their final appeal was denied, and executions are scheduled for tomorrow. My Commander is pulling all the political strings he can. We must work on the legal justification. Our first step should be to get together with their lawyer at the US Embassy. Jeffrey Hodges’ legal expertise will be vital to saving those women. Grab your hat and bring your coffee!”

Cells, Death Row, Changi Prison, Singapore, Thursday, 9:00 AM
Morning was a surreal experience for Barbara and Amanda. Sore from their chains and sweating inside the nasty hoods, the two had slept only fitfully. Guards entered their cells with breakfast trays. Their hoods were jerked off, and a guard proceeded to spoon feed each, while another offered sips of the thin, room-temperature tea.
A little later in the morning, the guards reappeared, snapped leashes to the tight collars, and led them both out and to the Commandant’s office.

Jeffrey Hodges’ Office, US Embassy, Thursday, 9:05 AM
Jeffrey sat at his desk, staring out into space. He had calmed down from yesterday. Kathy had been a great comfort to him when she saw his distress. She allowed him to work out some of his anger on her with a vigorous ass-caning. God, he thought, I’m lucky to have a wife like her. He did feel some concern that he was taking too much advantage of her submission. He had blistered her ass. God, that had been hot!
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The attorney’s erotic and sadistic dreams were interrupted when Mrs. Rittenhouse stuck in her head. “You have two detectives to see you, a Bin Ibrahim and a Frost.”
The men from Amanda’s case, he remembered. “Please send them right in.”
After greeting and seating his visitors, Jeffrey asked the reason for their visit.
Frost took the lead in reciting a concise summary of their dogged investigation of the attack on Amanda. He went through the forensic evidence that led them to Shanmugam and her arrest the afternoon before. Jeffrey sat in rapt attention to the unfolding tale. When they finished, Jeffrey took a moment to digest the surfeit of new information.
“So that attack on Amanda was to prevent my brief from getting filed?”
“Yes. Josephine has admitted that.”
“And the drug charges against her may have been fabricated or exaggerated for political purpose?”
“Quite likely.”
“And the testimony of Jimmy Rogers at Moore’s trial was completely made up?”
“We can be sure of that. Again, Shanmugam has confirmed it.”
“Wow. I suspected that some in power had a grudge against the girls. However, I never suspected such a deep-state conspiracy!”
“You don’t have the years of dealing with the political animal that I do, Love,” said Frost. “The Chief Superintendents I’ve known! They only look out for image and their cronies.”
“Things that were missed in the past are water under the bridge,” added Musa. “How can we help you today to stop their execution?”
Jeffrey thought for a moment, and, as he did, the smile of enthusiasm faded from his face. “We can’t, you see.” He said as his voice caught in this throat.
“What? We have the proof!”
“The proof would properly have been part of the Appeal Court process. But they have already ruled and will not take up the case again under any circumstance. Presenting the material to the President as part of the clemency request might have helped. However, that has already come and gone. We have no standard channels still to pursue.”
“What if we could get an audience with the President? Could you prepare a legal brief arguing for her to reconsider and highlighting how the new evidence impacts the justice of the sentences?”
“Yes. But my Ambassador has washed his hands of the whole affair. He is too embarrassed at home by the story. He would never ask the President again.”
“There are other ways to get to the President. In case we can, could you have that brief ready by the end of the day?”
“Well, there’s a dinner with the Ambassador tonight – I can’t miss that. But – Yes! I’ll get right on it. Can you send me all the material that I could use as evidence?”
“It shall be done as soon as we get back to my office. I’ll call you late today.”
Even before the men had left his office, Jeffrey had summoned Mrs. Rittenhouse to begin assembling references and to be prepared for dictation.
Burnside has chosen his new secretary, and Jeffery suspected that she was selected as a contrast to Amanda and Trixie. In her late fifties, Rittenhouse looked and dressed severely with her graying hair pulled back tightly into a small bun. However, she was an extremely experienced and talented secretary. As such, she would be invaluable today.

Cell, Parliamentary Guards Headquarters, Singapore, Thursday, 9:10 AM
Josephine had slept little during the night. Her head had pounded, and thoughts of her humiliation raced in her mind.
However, when a matron brought her breakfast tray in the morning, the – soon to be former – Minister sat with an erect and proud posture on the end of her cot. She spoke kindly and gratefully to the woman. Though the eggs, bacon, and biscuit plate with steaming coffee looked appealing, Josephine had no appetite.
A little later in the morning, guards entered and cuffed her wrists (in front) and led her to an interview room. There waited Zhang Wei Chan, the most respected criminal attorney in Singapore. His name, meaning the great old one, was most appropriate for the almost septuagenarian barrister whose work was legendary in the legal community. He rose to greet Josephine and gently asked the guards to remove her cuffs. They did so immediately and hurried to fetch a tea service at the old lawyer’s request.

Then, over steaming cups of fine green tea, Zhang Wei proceeded to debrief his client.
After such comprehensive failings from their own State Dept in Singapore, would the US Officials really be able to accept their two nubile citizens being saved by a veteran Copper from the London Met?
 

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Seratus Empat Puluh Dua – One Day, 2.8 Hours

Commandant’s Office, Changi Prison, Singapore, Thursday, 9:12 AM
Commandant bin Osman, seated at his desk, and Chief Guard Awang, standing at ease by his side, both drank in the captivating sight of Barbara and Amanda standing, naked and chained, before them. The girls had been given strict orders to remain silent and to stand at attention.
Looking first at one sexy woman and then at the other, neither could immediately chose a favorite.
Barbara’s more mature and more full figure seemed made to wear chains particularly well. Her soft, curvy body seemed contrasted and emphasized by the sleek, rigid metal, snaking around her breasts, tummy, and tight little.
Amanda, on the other hand, seemed incredibly slight and vulnerable in her bonds. Her small tits and tiny waist gave the appearance of a one much too young for these cruel shackles. But her swelled hips and full, rounded butt seemed to invite the abuse promised by chains.

“Unhood them,” came the command from Mamat, and the guard standing behind each girl pulled off her hood, leaving her blinking at the sudden light.
After a few moments, the girls turned toward each other and almost simultaneously gave gasps of recognition.
“It’s you, Miss Moore!” exclaimed Amanda, not very articulately. The girl was dumbfounded by being inches away from her idol.
“Amanda Jones. What the hell are you doing here?”
Mamat looked at Imran and quipped, “Moore, refined as always.” They both laughed.

Barbara had taken a dislike to Amanda the moment she’d first seen her, dressed like a slut (Barb thought) and sitting too close to Jeffrey at Barb’s trial. The moment that Barb had laid eyes on the tall, blond, incredibly handsome lawyer, she’d wanted him all to herself. The fresh young assistant who repeatedly whispered legal items to Jeffrey instantly seemed a rival. Hearing the girl’s happy-talk cheerfulness and then learning that she had been a (despised by Barbara) cheerleader, Barb’s hatred had become fixed. This feeling wasn’t reduced when Jeffrey seemed to be worrying more about Amanda’s well-being than Barb’s.

Barbara looked back at the Commandant and remarked snidely, “What’s the little slut in here for, streetwalking?”
“You are a source of endless amusement, Miss Moore,” said the Commandant. “We will miss you when you’re dead.” His reference to her impending execution did wipe the smug expression off Barb’s face.
“No, Miss Jones has been convicted of drug-dealing and sentenced to death. She will be impaled and hanged alongside you tomorrow.”
Understanding that little Amanda would suffer the same fate, Barb suddenly became more sober. Nevertheless, she had a last dig, “Does she get caned like I did?”
“No. That is not part of the sentence.”
“That’s not fair,” Barb raised her voice. “She should get what I got! IT'S NOT FAIR!”
“Your generous spirit does you proud, Barbara. But it is not my call. What is my call is the reason you two are here this morning. I have arranged for some very wealthy guests to be here today. I am sad to say that they shall be the last to sample your charms, ladies. They will be here at eleven. You will begin the proceedings by performing together, a hot and heavy lesbian session, with every bit of girl-on-girl action possible. After that, you will both make your bodies available to their every desire.”
Barbara, inured by now to the outrageous sexual demands of the Commandant, said nothing. She was still pouting over her unfair treatment versus Amanda.
Amanda, still new to the official abuse practiced in this prison, was shocked that the refined and cultured Commandant would order such immoral and illegal action.
“How dare you expect us to do that? No way, Sir! That’s disgusting!”
Mamat nodded to the guard behind the petite girl. That man, in turn, slammed his truncheon into her side, causing her to fall, writhing, to the floor.
“You have much to learn in a short time, little one,” bin Osman said with sadness in his voice. “I had thought that the reaming of your ass when you came here would have taught you a lesson.”
“Get her up,” he said to the guard. The man grabbed Amanda’s arms and stood her on her feet, still gasping in pain.
Mamat turned to Imran. “Some simple discipline for the young slut. She must be broken.”
Imran smiled and stepped forward. He gestured to the guard to pin Amanbda’s arms back and proceeded to drive his truncheon, blunt end first, into her middle three times. He nodded, and the guard allowed the girl to collapse on the floor, coughing and retching. They all stood and watched her agony for a minute or so. Then the guard stood her up again.
“Feel free to do anything else you deem necessary with the bitch, Awang. But have my guests spare her asshole. I have spoken to the doctor and agree that it must be allowed more time to heal.”
“At least until tomorrow, Sir,” remarked the Chief Guard.
“Yes,” smiled Mamat. “At least until tomorrow. Take them away and get them ready.”

Phone Call between Guards Commander and CNB Deputy Director, Thursday, 9:20 AM
WAK: Deputy Williams, Rut Betar-Gisber, suggested to me that we talk.
KW: She made the same suggestion to me.
WAK: We are considering the possibility of returning your agent to you for punishment and preventing negative publicity about the incident.
KW: That would be most appreciated on our end. We already have too many people spreading criticism of the CNB, calling us ‘plain-shirt police’ and saying we shout harsh profanities on the street and beat up suspects in public. Some have even said that, at first glance, you’d think that we are the gangsters.
WAK: Yes, you seem to have received some open criticism recently.
KW: And we don’t need anymore. We will be most grateful to work with you to avoid any here.
WAK: We, however, reserve the right to determine the exact punishment he receives.
KW: That is acceptable. What action would you expect in return for being so cooperative?
WAK: We wonder if the drug-dealing charges leveled at Miss Moore and used to convict Miss Jones may have been, shall we say, slightly exaggerated?
KW: Certainly, over-zealous agents may get carried away in their desire to protect the public and, therefore, sometimes may overcharge a suspect. We could conduct a review of both situations and have a response to you later today.
WAK: That is an excellent idea. We can have our details of the required punishment for your agent to you in the same timeframe.
KW: I look forward to speaking with you again, Colonel.
WAK: And I with you, Deputy.

Entertainment Suite, Changi Prison, Thursday, 9:59 AM
The guards brought Barbara and Amanda to a luxuriously furnished suite near the Commandant's office. It looked more like a large living room than a prison chamber. Two matrons were waiting.
Imran waved the chained girls in, saying, “Your performance stage, Ladies.”
 
Barb and Amanda will be used once again,
As Mamat`s guests they must "entertain".
But first, Barb`s Sapphic skills must come into play,
As the girls provide an erotic display.
Can the Colonel pull Williams and RBG into line?
Well, he`s certainly cutting it fine.
 
Barb and Amanda will be used once again,
As Mamat`s guests they must "entertain".
But first, Barb`s Sapphic skills must come into play,
As the girls provide an erotic display.
Can the Colonel pull Williams and RBG into line?
Well, he`s certainly cutting it fine.
Well, you cannot have a cliffhanger unless you get near the edge of the cliff. Just ask Wile E Coyote. On second thought, Wile never had a cliff hanger. He just went off
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Too bad Barb and Amanda :oops:
 
Understanding that little Amanda would suffer the same fate, Barb suddenly became more sober. Nevertheless, she had a last dig, “Does she get caned like I did?”
“No. That is not part of the sentence.”
“That’s not fair,” Barb raised her voice. “She should get what I got! IT'S NOT FAIR!”

Well, it really isn’t fair! Doesn’t anyone here agree with me? IT’S JUST NOT FAIR! :mad:
 
Seratus Empat Puluh Dua – One Day, 2.8 Hours

Commandant’s Office, Changi Prison, Singapore, Thursday, 9:12 AM
Commandant bin Osman, seated at his desk, and Chief Guard Awang, standing at ease by his side, both drank in the captivating sight of Barbara and Amanda standing, naked and chained, before them. The girls had been given strict orders to remain silent and to stand at attention.
Looking first at one sexy woman and then at the other, neither could immediately chose a favorite.
Barbara’s more mature and more full figure seemed made to wear chains particularly well. Her soft, curvy body seemed contrasted and emphasized by the sleek, rigid metal, snaking around her breasts, tummy, and tight little.
Amanda, on the other hand, seemed incredibly slight and vulnerable in her bonds. Her small tits and tiny waist gave the appearance of a one much too young for these cruel shackles. But her swelled hips and full, rounded butt seemed to invite the abuse promised by chains.

“Unhood them,” came the command from Mamat, and the guard standing behind each girl pulled off her hood, leaving her blinking at the sudden light.
After a few moments, the girls turned toward each other and almost simultaneously gave gasps of recognition.
“It’s you, Miss Moore!” exclaimed Amanda, not very articulately. The girl was dumbfounded by being inches away from her idol.
“Amanda Jones. What the hell are you doing here?”
Mamat looked at Imran and quipped, “Moore, refined as always.” They both laughed.

Barbara had taken a dislike to Amanda the moment she’d first seen her, dressed like a slut (Barb thought) and sitting too close to Jeffrey at Barb’s trial. The moment that Barb had laid eyes on the tall, blond, incredibly handsome lawyer, she’d wanted him all to herself. The fresh young assistant who repeatedly whispered legal items to Jeffrey instantly seemed a rival. Hearing the girl’s happy-talk cheerfulness and then learning that she had been a (despised by Barbara) cheerleader, Barb’s hatred had become fixed. This feeling wasn’t reduced when Jeffrey seemed to be worrying more about Amanda’s well-being than Barb’s.

Barbara looked back at the Commandant and remarked snidely, “What’s the little slut in here for, streetwalking?”
“You are a source of endless amusement, Miss Moore,” said the Commandant. “We will miss you when you’re dead.” His reference to her impending execution did wipe the smug expression off Barb’s face.
“No, Miss Jones has been convicted of drug-dealing and sentenced to death. She will be impaled and hanged alongside you tomorrow.”
Understanding that little Amanda would suffer the same fate, Barb suddenly became more sober. Nevertheless, she had a last dig, “Does she get caned like I did?”
“No. That is not part of the sentence.”
“That’s not fair,” Barb raised her voice. “She should get what I got! IT'S NOT FAIR!”
“Your generous spirit does you proud, Barbara. But it is not my call. What is my call is the reason you two are here this morning. I have arranged for some very wealthy guests to be here today. I am sad to say that they shall be the last to sample your charms, ladies. They will be here at eleven. You will begin the proceedings by performing together, a hot and heavy lesbian session, with every bit of girl-on-girl action possible. After that, you will both make your bodies available to their every desire.”
Barbara, inured by now to the outrageous sexual demands of the Commandant, said nothing. She was still pouting over her unfair treatment versus Amanda.
Amanda, still new to the official abuse practiced in this prison, was shocked that the refined and cultured Commandant would order such immoral and illegal action.
“How dare you expect us to do that? No way, Sir! That’s disgusting!”
Mamat nodded to the guard behind the petite girl. That man, in turn, slammed his truncheon into her side, causing her to fall, writhing, to the floor.
“You have much to learn in a short time, little one,” bin Osman said with sadness in his voice. “I had thought that the reaming of your ass when you came here would have taught you a lesson.”
“Get her up,” he said to the guard. The man grabbed Amanda’s arms and stood her on her feet, still gasping in pain.
Mamat turned to Imran. “Some simple discipline for the young slut. She must be broken.”
Imran smiled and stepped forward. He gestured to the guard to pin Amanbda’s arms back and proceeded to drive his truncheon, blunt end first, into her middle three times. He nodded, and the guard allowed the girl to collapse on the floor, coughing and retching. They all stood and watched her agony for a minute or so. Then the guard stood her up again.
“Feel free to do anything else you deem necessary with the bitch, Awang. But have my guests spare her asshole. I have spoken to the doctor and agree that it must be allowed more time to heal.”
“At least until tomorrow, Sir,” remarked the Chief Guard.
“Yes,” smiled Mamat. “At least until tomorrow. Take them away and get them ready.”

Phone Call between Guards Commander and CNB Deputy Director, Thursday, 9:20 AM
WAK: Deputy Williams, Rut Betar-Gisber, suggested to me that we talk.
KW: She made the same suggestion to me.
WAK: We are considering the possibility of returning your agent to you for punishment and preventing negative publicity about the incident.
KW: That would be most appreciated on our end. We already have too many people spreading criticism of the CNB, calling us ‘plain-shirt police’ and saying we shout harsh profanities on the street and beat up suspects in public. Some have even said that, at first glance, you’d think that we are the gangsters.
WAK: Yes, you seem to have received some open criticism recently.
KW: And we don’t need anymore. We will be most grateful to work with you to avoid any here.
WAK: We, however, reserve the right to determine the exact punishment he receives.
KW: That is acceptable. What action would you expect in return for being so cooperative?
WAK: We wonder if the drug-dealing charges leveled at Miss Moore and used to convict Miss Jones may have been, shall we say, slightly exaggerated?
KW: Certainly, over-zealous agents may get carried away in their desire to protect the public and, therefore, sometimes may overcharge a suspect. We could conduct a review of both situations and have a response to you later today.
WAK: That is an excellent idea. We can have our details of the required punishment for your agent to you in the same timeframe.
KW: I look forward to speaking with you again, Colonel.
WAK: And I with you, Deputy.

Entertainment Suite, Changi Prison, Thursday, 9:59 AM
The guards brought Barbara and Amanda to a luxuriously furnished suite near the Commandant's office. It looked more like a large living room than a prison chamber. Two matrons were waiting.
Imran waved the chained girls in, saying, “Your performance stage, Ladies.”
Given that young, slight, innocent Amanda is about to be 'impaled' as part of her execution, the least she can expect is to be given time for her abused ass to heal ... and if ever there was a time for DI Frost to act expeditiously it's now ... but maybe wait until after the lesbian show ;)
 
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