Seratus Empat Puluh Enam – 23 1/3 Hours
Entertainment Suite, Changi Prison, Thursday, 12:40 PM
The five guests proved to possess remarkable stamina. At least two and often three would attack a girl at once, using multiple orifices (though careful to leave Amanda’s damaged asshole alone) and forcing her hands to service an extra cock. They showed no preference, only distinction.
With Amanda, they seemed to enjoy the fantasy of her youth and made her call them ‘daddy,’ as they roughly handled her tiny tits.
With Barbara, they emphasized her being a ‘filthy whore’ and demanded that she admit to that and engage in more perverted acts (though Amanda was compelled to perform many such). By the time the session was over, Barb had been forced to deliver a rimjob to all five and Amanda to one.
Imran allowed his guards to take part as the ‘guests’ slowed. The two trustees were recruited to help by stroking or sucking men’s penises to make them aroused and ready for more action.
At last, the ‘guests’ were spent and began to dress and leave the suite. Once they were gone, the guards chained up the girls again. Lim arrived and took charge from Imran. The two women then were led from the room and down several hallways.
Execution Chamber, Changi Prison, Singapore, Thursday, 1:00 PM
Amanda and Barbara went through a door and then were stopped.
“Let them see,” came the voice of the Commandant. The hoods were jerked off, and the two were standing facing Mamat with a man in civilian dress standing beside him. He had a classic Teutonic look with steel gray hair in a flattop, cold gray eyes, and a military posture.
Steeply arranged rows of theater seats rose behind the men. Perhaps fifty cushioned seats with the top row dedicated to TV cameras and multiple spotlights.
“Welcome to the Changi Prison, Execution Chamber,” said bin Osman with evident pride. Panic gripped Barb and Amanda. It wasn’t Friday yet! Were they going to die now?
Mamat saw their fright and hastened to reassure them. “Do not worry, bitches. You will not be executed until tomorrow. I like to show condemned prisoners what awaits them. This way, you can think about it tonight. First, let me introduce Oskar Clemens. Oskar is the field service engineer for our region for Lambertz Maschinenbau. They are the manufacturer of our specialized punishment machines. Miss Moore, you are familiar with their fine work from the caning stand you have enjoyed three times. And Miss Jones, they also made the small frame on which we caned you when you first arrived.” Both women shivered at the memories of their brutal punishment.
“Herr Clemens is based in Adelaide, Australia, but is here to guarantee that our execution equipment, also by Lambertz, is in top working order for your big day tomorrow. I thought he should be here now to help explain how it works.”
Barbara looked at the Commandant in awe. He was giving them a tour of their execution machinery! How typically cruel! Amanda just shivered and stared wide-eyed.
“Please turn the prisoners around, Lim.” The deputy chief did so quickly, and the girls saw, for the first time, the stage on which they would die.
Elevated two feet off the floor and bathed in rich, bright light was a red-carpeted platform about twenty-five feet wide and twelve feet deep. Dominating the space were six, shining, stainless-steel poles, set in pairs one behind and one before. The front stakes were smaller in diameter, about 15 cm. (5 inches), tapering gradually at the top to a rounded point. They also appeared, at only about a meter, to be much shorter. The rear stakes were more massive, rising four meters, with racketed teeth all up the front. A long arm came forward from the top of those poles, holding a pulley at the end. Both women shook with fear as they imagined being impaled on one of those hideous poles.
“I see zat you have understood that those forward Stangen, will be what you ride for your Aufspießen, Engish is?” Oskar turned to bin Osman.
“Impalement.”
“Zank you: impalement, Ja. Ve uses a proprietary method to polish ze surface to over ten times ze stainless steel standard to reduce friction. In Kombination with our special lubricant, the coefficient of friction is almost immeasurable.” Herr Clemens was proud of the technical specifications of his company’s product.
“However, you indeed wonder why they are so kurz, short, what the rear Stangen is for, and how you stay balanced on your impalement. Hans, ein Rad herausholen!”
A man appeared wheeling a six-foot diameter, steel wheel with four spokes and steel cuffs at the four corners from a wing of the stage.
“Zis is our meisterhafte Fähigkeit,” announced Oskar. “You say, ‘Masterpiece.’ Zis restraint vill both hold you on the Stangen and lower you at the desired speed.”
“Desired by your executioner, not by you, sluts,” said Mamat with a laugh.
Oskar continued, “Ihr shall be tightly cuffed, spread-eagled to the wheel. The rear has a mechanism on ze back at the center to fit on ze back pole and engage the rachets. A servo motor turns the engaging wheel. It will raise you to the top of the rear Stangen, and then the front Stangen is raised to reach your Löcher. Once you are aufgespießt, the executioner uses a remote control to manage your descent…”
“Into hell,” added the Commandant with a laugh. His cruel humor was terrifying.
“However,” continued the Commandant, “you may remember that you have been sentenced to be impaled and hung. That is the purpose of that pulley on top. A rope to the noose goes through there and back to another servo motor. Once you start your slow journey onto the stainless pole below, we tighten the noose so that you begin to feel yourself strangled from above. With the precision controls, we can speed up or slow down the impalement while tightening or loosening the noose. Our executioner had become quite an expert at that. He brings you to the point of death many times, only to bring you back to consciousness of your pain and another round of torture.”
“You can’t be serious,” Amanda wailed. “That is inhuman!”
“Indeed, most inhuman, little one. We can stretch out the tearing and pain of the impalement so long that the condemned in the end are begging for the noose to tighten and put them out of their misery.”
As they were led out of the Chamber, Barbara whispered to Amanda, “I wonder if the bastards have someone in mind for that third pole.”