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We just have to make a published collection of these ... so good!Barbara tries to act brave. But after all the abuse, she had terrible nightmares
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We just have to make a published collection of these ... so good!Barbara tries to act brave. But after all the abuse, she had terrible nightmares
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I don't think the word 'reliable' can be used in the same phrase that contains the name "Jeffrey Hodges Esq" in any context!Authors Note: In response to an unauthorized post, allegedly recounting Barbara’s secret thoughts, the author feels compelled to add a final post for the day. These are the actual, documented observations of a reliable witness, Jeffrey Hodges, Esq.
Execution Chamber, Changi Prison, Friday 11:45 AM
Two guards on each prisoner then brought them forward to the front of the stage. It looked to Jeffrey as if Moore was going to give her statement. She opened her mouth. “Hear me—umpph.” Just as she started to speak, the guard behind shoved a ring-gag in her mouth, pulled the straps tight, and buckled it behind. The same was done to the other prisoners.
The Commandant announced. “You will observe that we have gagged the prisoners. This mild measure has been taken to save the audience from enduring any distasteful or foul language. It also allows our live broadcast to be rated PG-13 and ensure a much broader viewership. Ring-gags are used to allow free breathing and prolong their death. And, of course, for their screams to be heard.”
Jeffrey thought he had never seen Babara Moore look so angry.
Dear Readers. This represents the last appearance of Kathy and Scot in this story. You will just have to imagine how their intimate luncheon will go.A Lovely Luncheon; A wild Ride: the Final Preparations
Seratus Enam Puluh Empat – 14 Minutes
US Ambassador’s Residence, Singapore, Friday, 11:46 AM
Kathy's limo pulled up the curved drive and under the portico at a large house with a prominent US Flag on a pole in the yard. The driver parked, got out, and came back to open the car door.
“Are we here to pick up the Ambassador?” asked Kathy.
“I was told to drop you off here, Miss, said the driver stiffly as he helped her out. He immediately closed it behind her, climbed into the driver's seat, and began pulling away.
Kathy almost went to follow him when she heard Scot’s voice. She turned and saw him standing at the front door.
“I’m so glad to welcome you to my home, Kathy. Please, come in.”
“But…but, Scot,” she stammered. “Shouldn’t we be getting to the restaurant for lunch?”
“We’re eating here, my dear. Getting a reservation at a good place at the last minute on a Friday is almost impossible. And if you did, you would be crowded in with noisy tables and no privacy.” Kathy thought that was the very situation she wanted.
“My private chef is making a simple little meal for us, and we can eat in peace and discuss our matters without being overheard. That is OK with you, isn’t it? You look unsure. You were anxious to have a chance to reassure me about your loyalty to your husband. But if you don’t want to, I can have the driver take you right home.”
Kathy panicked. Jeffrey set so much store on this lunch. If she went home now, it would insult the Ambassador and infuriate her husband.
“No. no. It will be lovely eating here, Scot. Just as you wish.”
“Wonderful,” said Scot, placing his arm around her shoulders and guiding her toward the door. He took advantage of the position to glance down the front of her dress. Her breasts looked like soft pillows, asking for attention. He noted some bruising on that lovely flesh. So, Jeffrey had taken his advice. Good. Kathy would be too scared of her husband to resist Scot’s advances!
As they entered the mansion, Kathy noticed a large red decal on the window by the door. It had the letters MAGA on it.
Adam Rd. Merging with PIE (Pan Island Expressway), Friday 11:47 AM
“We are going to be too late,” sighed Frost. “Even if we survive to get there.” He cringed as horns blared when Musa cut across two lanes of high-speed traffic to exploit an opening at the merge. “We’ll never make it by noon in this traffic. That martinet of a Commandant is guaranteed to execute on time.”
“Don't be too sure, my friend,” said Musa, squeezing his car between a bus and a lumbering Lorry full of old tires, drawing multiple horn blasts as he cut off a minivan. “This is not a drop hanging like you’re used to do in England. The impalement and hanging are slow and controlled. They will not die at noon.”
“How long after?” asked Frost, looking at his watch.
“From ten to twenty minutes, depending on the skill of the executioner and the strength of the prisoner. Though, after about ten, with the tearing effect of the impalement rod and the strangulation of the brain by the noose, it’s unlikely you’d want to be ‘saved.’”
Frost groaned and then cringed as the car lurched to the side to the accompaniment of more horns blaring and tires squealed.
Execution Chamber, Changi Prison, Friday 11:49 AM
Jeffrey watched with morbid fascination as the guards moved the women back in front of their execution poles. Then three technicians in white overalls wheeled six-foot, four-spoke stainless steel wheels to behind each girl. They appeared to snap the center of each wheel to a bracket on the large vertical poles.
The pair of guards on each girl backed them against the wheel and removed their wrist cuffs. The technicians measured their arms and adjusted metal cuffs on each upper spoke. The spokes, in turn, were moved to the ten and two o’clock positions. The women's arms were lifted, and their wrists locked in the tight metal cuffs.
The techs and the guards bent and brought the prisoners' ankles to the lower spokes at about five and seven. Similar bands locked their legs in position. Then the guards pulled the bottom spokes out to the sides, stretching the legs more and more. At a little before four and after eight, the girls screamed when they felt their tendons ready to tear. The techs then locked the spokes in position.
The technicians left the stage, and the guards stood a bit behind and to each girl's side to allow the audience an unobstructed view. And quite a view it was. Three shapely, sexy young women, spread-eagled and bound by steel, their pussys and below fully displayed.
At that moment, a young Tamil man, immaculately groomed and dashingly dressed, bounded from the rear door and to the front of the stage.
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” proclaimed the Commandant. “May I introduce Ravi Govindasamy, Changi Prison’s Executioner.”
The crowd, who were familiar with the man, burst into applause and cheers. In just two years on the job, he had attracted quite a following. Ravi bowed a few times and then went down into the seats and to the control station in the middle of the second row. He tested a few knobs, adjusted a few details, and then pressed the three forward joysticks.
PIE (Pan Island Expressway) heading to Changi, 11:53 AM
Traffic had closed in some, but Musa was still making good progress with his aggressive driving. Frost, holding onto the handrest for dear life, said, “I’d urge you to go faster, Luv, but I did hope to enjoy a year or two of my retirement. How much longer do you think?”
It all depends on the traffic at Changi General Hospital. Sometimes, for no reason, it comes to a dead stop.”
“Dead stop might be a bit too literal, Luv!”
“Indeed! By the way,” Musa asked, while making an interesting gesture at the Mercedes driver who had tried to prevent him from passing, “Why are you talking about retiring? Law enforcement can’t spare a detective of your ability.”
“My Super’s a tosser, and no one wants to wet nurse a gammy, shattered detective. No, just let me ‘crawl unburdened toward death,’ Luv.”
“The same author said, ‘With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.’ If the regular police don’t want you -” Musa paused here as he jerked the wheel hard over to avoid rear-ending a slow van. With a small opening in front, he floored the accelerator. “ - The Guards would be most pleased to have your services on a consulting basis. The Colonel himself raised the idea.”
“Now did the Darling? OH!! Please, Luv! Keep your eyes on the road! There’s a man I might be proud working for.”
“Does that mean you will?”
“Let’s live to get to Changi and save the poor dears first; if saving them is our mission,” said Frost looking doubtfully at the sealed envelope.
As limbs are stretched, nubile females exposed and countdowns commenced ... the outcome could still depend on this man ... the redoubtable D.I. Frost of the Yard!A Lovely Luncheon; A wild Ride: the Final Preparations
Seratus Enam Puluh Empat – 14 Minutes
US Ambassador’s Residence, Singapore, Friday, 11:46 AM
Kathy's limo pulled up the curved drive and under the portico at a large house with a prominent US Flag on a pole in the yard. The driver parked, got out, and came back to open the car door.
“Are we here to pick up the Ambassador?” asked Kathy.
“I was told to drop you off here, Miss, said the driver stiffly as he helped her out. He immediately closed it behind her, climbed into the driver's seat, and began pulling away.
Kathy almost went to follow him when she heard Scot’s voice. She turned and saw him standing at the front door.
“I’m so glad to welcome you to my home, Kathy. Please, come in.”
“But…but, Scot,” she stammered. “Shouldn’t we be getting to the restaurant for lunch?”
“We’re eating here, my dear. Getting a reservation at a good place at the last minute on a Friday is almost impossible. And if you did, you would be crowded in with noisy tables and no privacy.” Kathy thought that was the very situation she wanted.
“My private chef is making a simple little meal for us, and we can eat in peace and discuss our matters without being overheard. That is OK with you, isn’t it? You look unsure. You were anxious to have a chance to reassure me about your loyalty to your husband. But if you don’t want to, I can have the driver take you right home.”
Kathy panicked. Jeffrey set so much store on this lunch. If she went home now, it would insult the Ambassador and infuriate her husband.
“No. no. It will be lovely eating here, Scot. Just as you wish.”
“Wonderful,” said Scot, placing his arm around her shoulders and guiding her toward the door. He took advantage of the position to glance down the front of her dress. Her breasts looked like soft pillows, asking for attention. He noted some bruising on that lovely flesh. So, Jeffrey had taken his advice. Good. Kathy would be too scared of her husband to resist Scot’s advances!
As they entered the mansion, Kathy noticed a large red decal on the window by the door. It had the letters MAGA on it.
Adam Rd. Merging with PIE (Pan Island Expressway), Friday 11:47 AM
“We are going to be too late,” sighed Frost. “Even if we survive to get there.” He cringed as horns blared when Musa cut across two lanes of high-speed traffic to exploit an opening at the merge. “We’ll never make it by noon in this traffic. That martinet of a Commandant is guaranteed to execute on time.”
“Don't be too sure, my friend,” said Musa, squeezing his car between a bus and a lumbering Lorry full of old tires, drawing multiple horn blasts as he cut off a minivan. “This is not a drop hanging like you’re used to do in England. The impalement and hanging are slow and controlled. They will not die at noon.”
“How long after?” asked Frost, looking at his watch.
“From ten to twenty minutes, depending on the skill of the executioner and the strength of the prisoner. Though, after about ten, with the tearing effect of the impalement rod and the strangulation of the brain by the noose, it’s unlikely you’d want to be ‘saved.’”
Frost groaned and then cringed as the car lurched to the side to the accompaniment of more horns blaring and tires squealed.
Execution Chamber, Changi Prison, Friday 11:49 AM
Jeffrey watched with morbid fascination as the guards moved the women back in front of their execution poles. Then three technicians in white overalls wheeled six-foot, four-spoke stainless steel wheels to behind each girl. They appeared to snap the center of each wheel to a bracket on the large vertical poles.
The pair of guards on each girl backed them against the wheel and removed their wrist cuffs. The technicians measured their arms and adjusted metal cuffs on each upper spoke. The spokes, in turn, were moved to the ten and two o’clock positions. The women's arms were lifted, and their wrists locked in the tight metal cuffs.
The techs and the guards bent and brought the prisoners' ankles to the lower spokes at about five and seven. Similar bands locked their legs in position. Then the guards pulled the bottom spokes out to the sides, stretching the legs more and more. At a little before four and after eight, the girls screamed when they felt their tendons ready to tear. The techs then locked the spokes in position.
The technicians left the stage, and the guards stood a bit behind and to each girl's side to allow the audience an unobstructed view. And quite a view it was. Three shapely, sexy young women, spread-eagled and bound by steel, their pussys and below fully displayed.
At that moment, a young Tamil man, immaculately groomed and dashingly dressed, bounded from the rear door and to the front of the stage.
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” proclaimed the Commandant. “May I introduce Ravi Govindasamy, Changi Prison’s Executioner.”
The crowd, who were familiar with the man, burst into applause and cheers. In just two years on the job, he had attracted quite a following. Ravi bowed a few times and then went down into the seats and to the control station in the middle of the second row. He tested a few knobs, adjusted a few details, and then pressed the three forward joysticks.
PIE (Pan Island Expressway) heading to Changi, 11:53 AM
Traffic had closed in some, but Musa was still making good progress with his aggressive driving. Frost, holding onto the handrest for dear life, said, “I’d urge you to go faster, Luv, but I did hope to enjoy a year or two of my retirement. How much longer do you think?”
It all depends on the traffic at Changi General Hospital. Sometimes, for no reason, it comes to a dead stop.”
“Dead stop might be a bit too literal, Luv!”
“Indeed! By the way,” Musa asked, while making an interesting gesture at the Mercedes driver who had tried to prevent him from passing, “Why are you talking about retiring? Law enforcement can’t spare a detective of your ability.”
“My Super’s a tosser, and no one wants to wet nurse a gammy, shattered detective. No, just let me ‘crawl unburdened toward death,’ Luv.”
“The same author said, ‘With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.’ If the regular police don’t want you -” Musa paused here as he jerked the wheel hard over to avoid rear-ending a slow van. With a small opening in front, he floored the accelerator. “ - The Guards would be most pleased to have your services on a consulting basis. The Colonel himself raised the idea.”
“Now did the Darling? OH!! Please, Luv! Keep your eyes on the road! There’s a man I might be proud working for.”
“Does that mean you will?”
“Let’s live to get to Changi and save the poor dears first; if saving them is our mission,” said Frost looking doubtfully at the sealed envelope.
Kathy noticed a large red decal on the window by the door. It had the letters MAGA on it.
Methinks Kathy will get an experienced man for a change, which may change her attitude to Jeffrey, but then Scott will be rudely awakened to the realities of a politicised diplomatic service.Dear Readers. This represents the last appearance of Kathy and Scot in this story. You will just have to imagine how their intimate luncheon will go.
Indeed ,poor Kathy is caught between a rock and a hard place, the amourous Walkerson and Jeffrey`s newly found taste for hurting his wife.Dear Readers. This represents the last appearance of Kathy and Scot in this story. You will just have to imagine how their intimate luncheon will go.
a hint of linkie-hunting too“She harkens for his hounds and for his horn.”
The only proper way to be chained!Found this by him - 'girl on a cliff' - dreaming of being chained to it naked?
Most are found here:We just have to make a published collection of these ... so good!
What else would I possibly think???As the noose tightened, she felt life draining from her body. Screaming in pain, she thought over and over again two words, “NOT FAIR!”