Praefectus Praetorio
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I need to know exactly what the Commandant will see when he enters the room. I wonder whether you are facing his door or away?Preferably naked!
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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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That's why you need to get me a selfie naked from both ends so that I can fully assess the possibilities.
Just post them here as attachments and I'll have the other readers promise not to look. Right Guys?
twonines
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I have no doubt that Barb is pretty limber,but she isn`t a professional contortionist,unless she`s been holding out on us.You didn't happen to take any selfies doing it, did you? It would help me write true to life!
Praefectus Praetorio
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Apparently, it's a small welcoming party, but a sincere one.
Tiga(3) - Commandant’s Quarters, Monday, 6:50 PM
After about 20 minutes, Barbara was desperate. It seemed every muscle in her body was screaming with pain as they cramped from the sadistically painful position.
Have you ever had a sudden muscle cramp in the night? It felt like it would tear apart if you didn’t relax it. Now imagine that in several muscles at once. With no way to relax them. On and on for over a quarter of an hour!
Barb was sure she could not stand it much longer. Even as it seemed the room was empty, she had to cry out for help. She shouted! She cried! She begged! All in vain! Panicking that she might have been forgotten, she hyperventilated and almost passed out. But time kept slowly dragging on and the pain of the stress position just got worse!
Barbara almost shouted for joy when she heard a door open and then close, and footsteps approach.
“Welcome back to Changi, Miss Moore,” sounded the soft, but very controlled military voice of Commandant Mamat bin Osman, “though I’m afraid that this stay here will be all too brief and ended by an unfortunate, for you, conclusion.”
“Please, please, Sir,” Barb hadn’t truly learned the proper respect for those with power over her, but she was desperate. “This really hurts. I can’t take it anymore! Please release me!”
“You still have much to learn it seems, Miss Moore. Here in Changi, what you wish and what is good for you has no meaning or value. The only thing that matters is what I want, what the guards want. What pleases us.” Barbara felt his hand touch her inner thigh and move slowly, softly up toward her open vagina.
“And right now, the sight of you here, like this, pleases me.” His hand moved down the other thigh, savoring the feel of the stretched and cramping tendons. “And the touch of your soft and fair and naked skin pleases me.” His hand briefly fondled her cunt before moving up to incircle the lovely butt. Then suddenly he drew it back and smacked the cheek very hard.
“Oww!”
“And your cry of pain when I hurt you pleases me. So, No. I won’t let you go. Not until I’ve used you to please me much, much more.”
Blind and bound, her muscles shouting in pain, Barb’s sense of helplessness and fear multiplied as she heard the man step away and then a rustling, presumably of him removing his clothes. Another rape! At least it was just one man and he was much cleaner than many of the others had been. Just get it over and release me, she pleaded silently!
“If you let me loose, you can have anything you want. I promise I’ll make it good. I’ll please you! Just let me go -it hurts too much!”
“Oh, you will please me just as you are, Barbara. I can take anything I want. And I will.” Barb tried to relax her body to make the inevitable violation less painful.
“Are you ready to please me, Barbara? Will you submit your body to your Commandant?”
“Geeze, just fuck me and get it over with,” she snapped, unable to restrain her frustration at this treatment.
Suddenly there was a ‘smack’ and a sharp sting of a leather crop on the small of her back.
“Owww!”
“You see, I don’t think you are submissive enough, Miss Moore. No with a disrespectful answer, slut.” He snapped the crop on her right inner thigh. The hard leather impacting the tensed skin shot a blinding flash of pain through her leg. Barbara cried out and then bit down to ride the pain.
“I asked a question, you slut. It is not acceptable not to answer.” He snapped the crop between her shoulder blades.
That really hurt! “Owww! Sorry! Yes, I submit!”
“That’s better. Which hole do you offer me for my pleasure?” A slightly milder snap to her left buttcheek.
“My pussy, Sir.” Barb almost gagged at having to talk this way to the hateful man.
He drove the crop against the back of her stretched left leg. The impact on the taut muscle burned.
“Wrong answer, slut.”
“My ass, Sir,” Barb said almost biting off the word in disgust.
Another blow, this one to the inner thigh on her right leg. The sharpest pain yet. “Wrong again, slut.”
Choking with pain, disgust, and fear, Barb refused to give the obvious answer. However, an extra hard blow to her inner left thigh, drew a scream of pain and submission. She uttered the hateful phrase, “My mouth, Sir.”
This time the crop drove upward between her legs, catching her open pussy between the slit.
“Arrghh! Please! God! What do you want me to say?”
“The only answer is ALL your holes. Every inch of your body is mine to enjoy and abuse. Which hole do you offer me, cheap slut Moore?”
“All my holes, Sir. Please use all my holes.”
Tiga(3) - Commandant’s Quarters, Monday, 6:50 PM
After about 20 minutes, Barbara was desperate. It seemed every muscle in her body was screaming with pain as they cramped from the sadistically painful position.
Have you ever had a sudden muscle cramp in the night? It felt like it would tear apart if you didn’t relax it. Now imagine that in several muscles at once. With no way to relax them. On and on for over a quarter of an hour!
Barb was sure she could not stand it much longer. Even as it seemed the room was empty, she had to cry out for help. She shouted! She cried! She begged! All in vain! Panicking that she might have been forgotten, she hyperventilated and almost passed out. But time kept slowly dragging on and the pain of the stress position just got worse!
Barbara almost shouted for joy when she heard a door open and then close, and footsteps approach.
“Welcome back to Changi, Miss Moore,” sounded the soft, but very controlled military voice of Commandant Mamat bin Osman, “though I’m afraid that this stay here will be all too brief and ended by an unfortunate, for you, conclusion.”
“Please, please, Sir,” Barb hadn’t truly learned the proper respect for those with power over her, but she was desperate. “This really hurts. I can’t take it anymore! Please release me!”
“You still have much to learn it seems, Miss Moore. Here in Changi, what you wish and what is good for you has no meaning or value. The only thing that matters is what I want, what the guards want. What pleases us.” Barbara felt his hand touch her inner thigh and move slowly, softly up toward her open vagina.
“And right now, the sight of you here, like this, pleases me.” His hand moved down the other thigh, savoring the feel of the stretched and cramping tendons. “And the touch of your soft and fair and naked skin pleases me.” His hand briefly fondled her cunt before moving up to incircle the lovely butt. Then suddenly he drew it back and smacked the cheek very hard.
“Oww!”
“And your cry of pain when I hurt you pleases me. So, No. I won’t let you go. Not until I’ve used you to please me much, much more.”
Blind and bound, her muscles shouting in pain, Barb’s sense of helplessness and fear multiplied as she heard the man step away and then a rustling, presumably of him removing his clothes. Another rape! At least it was just one man and he was much cleaner than many of the others had been. Just get it over and release me, she pleaded silently!
“If you let me loose, you can have anything you want. I promise I’ll make it good. I’ll please you! Just let me go -it hurts too much!”
“Oh, you will please me just as you are, Barbara. I can take anything I want. And I will.” Barb tried to relax her body to make the inevitable violation less painful.
“Are you ready to please me, Barbara? Will you submit your body to your Commandant?”
“Geeze, just fuck me and get it over with,” she snapped, unable to restrain her frustration at this treatment.
Suddenly there was a ‘smack’ and a sharp sting of a leather crop on the small of her back.
“Owww!”
“You see, I don’t think you are submissive enough, Miss Moore. No with a disrespectful answer, slut.” He snapped the crop on her right inner thigh. The hard leather impacting the tensed skin shot a blinding flash of pain through her leg. Barbara cried out and then bit down to ride the pain.
“I asked a question, you slut. It is not acceptable not to answer.” He snapped the crop between her shoulder blades.
That really hurt! “Owww! Sorry! Yes, I submit!”
“That’s better. Which hole do you offer me for my pleasure?” A slightly milder snap to her left buttcheek.
“My pussy, Sir.” Barb almost gagged at having to talk this way to the hateful man.
He drove the crop against the back of her stretched left leg. The impact on the taut muscle burned.
“Wrong answer, slut.”
“My ass, Sir,” Barb said almost biting off the word in disgust.
Another blow, this one to the inner thigh on her right leg. The sharpest pain yet. “Wrong again, slut.”
Choking with pain, disgust, and fear, Barb refused to give the obvious answer. However, an extra hard blow to her inner left thigh, drew a scream of pain and submission. She uttered the hateful phrase, “My mouth, Sir.”
This time the crop drove upward between her legs, catching her open pussy between the slit.
“Arrghh! Please! God! What do you want me to say?”
“The only answer is ALL your holes. Every inch of your body is mine to enjoy and abuse. Which hole do you offer me, cheap slut Moore?”
“All my holes, Sir. Please use all my holes.”
twonines
LIMERICUS
You underestimate him and your own attraction at your peril !Ummm, with luck maybe he’ll only be up for one?
settantuno
MUTUS PICTOR
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Praefectus Praetorio
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Although I would still like the nude selfie from Barb
, @settantuno has answered all the other questions. It is as if you were inside my head while I was dreaming this up!
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twonines
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You have captured the moment perfectly,Barb spread and shackled ready for the commandant`s attention !
Praefectus Praetorio
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Sorry no post today. Played golf - good round, 84, longest drive 215, 14 drives in fairway, our 95-year-old shot 79!!!!!!!
Will maybe post tomorrow. I'm enjoying keeping Barbara in (painful!) suspense.
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Not to mention deciphering what the fuck "84, longest drive 215, 14 drives in fairway, our 95-year-old shot 79!!!!!!!" means????
Obviously, I know nothing about golf.
poem21045
Tribunus Plebis
Not to mention deciphering what the fuck "84, longest drive 215, 14 drives in fairway, our 95-year-old shot 79!!!!!!!" means????
Obviously, I know nothing about golf.
Means he did good, girl.
And the 95-year-old would win most tournaments in his age group.
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Singapore sentences man to death via Zoom call
Malaysian man receives sentence remotely for role in drug deal as city-state tries to stem coronavirus
www.theguardian.com
Praefectus Praetorio
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Empat(4) - Commandant’s Quarters, Monday, 7:15 PM
“Now that’s a nice submissive slut. Since you’ve been so nice, I’ll just use your pussy this time. I’ll have plenty of chance to sample the others before you die.”
Barb gave a soft sob as she was reminded of her death sentence. However, she was soon brought back to the present when she felt the cockhead press her labia.
Osman must have used some kind of lubricant, for his large cock slipped with little effort into her warm cunt. Despite herself, Barb let out a groan, as much from pleasure as from disgust. It seemed rape had become her normal form of sex these days, and being penetrated without strong pain was a blessing.
Even as her arms and shoulders and thighs ached, the Commandant was delivering a warm filling sensation to her cunt. Rather than using the crop, he used his hands. He landed a few spanks on her tight butt causing delectable bouncing as his cock disappeared underneath.
“I’ll bet you can’t wait to feel Mr. Ng apply his heavy prison cane to these beauties again,” he said while squeezing the buttflesh more sensuously than cruelly. Barb gasped at the reminder of the caning she been sentenced to. “Only twenty-two last time; forty this time – with discretion!” Barb sobbed at the thought. It would be unbearable! “That might be enough to kill a little girl like you.”
“No, please!” Barb begged from inside the hood. Her will was breaking. Her whole body ached; her muscles were cramping from the strain. And his steady deep thrusting was raising the heat in her snatch.
“Not to worry, my dear whore. If you are obedient and nice, I can ensure that you survive it. After all, I want you to feel every one of those strokes as they drill into this magnificent ass!” With that last remark, he gave a harder, deeper thrust, which drew a moan of pain and pleasure from the girl.
Now, the Commandant was lovingly stroking her skin, lightly teasing her flanks and then gently working her hanging breasts and flicking her growing nipples. Her strained position made her cunt totally accessible, and the man’s thrusts were incredibly deep. Try as she might to resist the feelings, her body was responding strongly, her pussy now supplying copious amounts of its own lubricant while the warm, firm prick moved faster in and out, inducing an irresistible friction.
Breathing heavier in the stifling hood, Barb felt her temperature rise, and her skin seemed to glow. A tickling, prickling feeling, originating in her loins seemed to be spreading, irresistibly throughout her body. Every inch of her skin seemed to be incredibly alive and sensitive to the slightest touch. The powerful bull driving hard and fast into her warm wet cunt was tapping a deep need in her that had been too long unsatisfied.
As the Commandant began to grunt and groan with his approaching orgasm, Barb did likewise, though tightly muffled by the hood. Soon, even painfully restrained, she began to hump her hips in time with his deep thrusts, wanting more and more of his cock in her hot, wet, pussy. Her breathing was frantic now as her lungs tried in desperation to bring in more oxygen. The pain from her suspension, though still cruel, was pressed to the background by wave and wave of pleasure radiating from her hot cunt. All her sensations, pain, pleasure, heat, suffocations seemed to conspire together to create a level of arousal she couldn’t remember ever experiencing before.
Osman was also carried away with lust, watching Barb’s beautiful ass squirming and thrusting on his prick. He had wanted to do this from the moment he’s had her stripped for her first caning. Now she was at his mercy and responding just as he wanted to his lust.
Soon, both of them could hold out no longer. Osman grabbed her full, hanging breasts for leverage and changed his attack to short, rapid strokes, and Barb cried out and lifted her ass as much as her tight bonds allowed. The two came in as close to a mutual climax as is possible, with mutual cries rending the air.
The commandant slumped on her back, panting and almost blacking out. A few moments later, he staggered away, legs buckling with release. God! He couldn’t remember when he’d had such a good prisoner fuck that wasn’t accompanied simultaneously with some major enhancement of punishment or torture! What would it be like when he took that route with this bitch? His mind reeled at the possibility.
Barbara meanwhile, coming down from the peak of arousal, came back to consciousness of the pain racking her body. She now felt a wave of regret and embarrassment sweep over her. Tied up and forced like an animal, she had responded enthusiastically to this monster, giving him extra satisfaction! Panting inside the suffocating hood, she hung her head in shame.
Later, the Commandant was dressed and had buzzed for the guards. The same two appeared and leered at the sweat-drenched, naked beauty.
“Thank you for your cooperation, Miss Moore,” Osman said, giving a broad wink to the guards and a hard slap on Barb’s butt. “Your reward is to take off the rest of the day from work.” Then he turned to Imran, “Take her to her cell. Do the standard inspection and then let her rest until morning.”
“Now that’s a nice submissive slut. Since you’ve been so nice, I’ll just use your pussy this time. I’ll have plenty of chance to sample the others before you die.”
Barb gave a soft sob as she was reminded of her death sentence. However, she was soon brought back to the present when she felt the cockhead press her labia.
Osman must have used some kind of lubricant, for his large cock slipped with little effort into her warm cunt. Despite herself, Barb let out a groan, as much from pleasure as from disgust. It seemed rape had become her normal form of sex these days, and being penetrated without strong pain was a blessing.
Even as her arms and shoulders and thighs ached, the Commandant was delivering a warm filling sensation to her cunt. Rather than using the crop, he used his hands. He landed a few spanks on her tight butt causing delectable bouncing as his cock disappeared underneath.
“I’ll bet you can’t wait to feel Mr. Ng apply his heavy prison cane to these beauties again,” he said while squeezing the buttflesh more sensuously than cruelly. Barb gasped at the reminder of the caning she been sentenced to. “Only twenty-two last time; forty this time – with discretion!” Barb sobbed at the thought. It would be unbearable! “That might be enough to kill a little girl like you.”
“No, please!” Barb begged from inside the hood. Her will was breaking. Her whole body ached; her muscles were cramping from the strain. And his steady deep thrusting was raising the heat in her snatch.
“Not to worry, my dear whore. If you are obedient and nice, I can ensure that you survive it. After all, I want you to feel every one of those strokes as they drill into this magnificent ass!” With that last remark, he gave a harder, deeper thrust, which drew a moan of pain and pleasure from the girl.
Now, the Commandant was lovingly stroking her skin, lightly teasing her flanks and then gently working her hanging breasts and flicking her growing nipples. Her strained position made her cunt totally accessible, and the man’s thrusts were incredibly deep. Try as she might to resist the feelings, her body was responding strongly, her pussy now supplying copious amounts of its own lubricant while the warm, firm prick moved faster in and out, inducing an irresistible friction.
Breathing heavier in the stifling hood, Barb felt her temperature rise, and her skin seemed to glow. A tickling, prickling feeling, originating in her loins seemed to be spreading, irresistibly throughout her body. Every inch of her skin seemed to be incredibly alive and sensitive to the slightest touch. The powerful bull driving hard and fast into her warm wet cunt was tapping a deep need in her that had been too long unsatisfied.
As the Commandant began to grunt and groan with his approaching orgasm, Barb did likewise, though tightly muffled by the hood. Soon, even painfully restrained, she began to hump her hips in time with his deep thrusts, wanting more and more of his cock in her hot, wet, pussy. Her breathing was frantic now as her lungs tried in desperation to bring in more oxygen. The pain from her suspension, though still cruel, was pressed to the background by wave and wave of pleasure radiating from her hot cunt. All her sensations, pain, pleasure, heat, suffocations seemed to conspire together to create a level of arousal she couldn’t remember ever experiencing before.
Osman was also carried away with lust, watching Barb’s beautiful ass squirming and thrusting on his prick. He had wanted to do this from the moment he’s had her stripped for her first caning. Now she was at his mercy and responding just as he wanted to his lust.
Soon, both of them could hold out no longer. Osman grabbed her full, hanging breasts for leverage and changed his attack to short, rapid strokes, and Barb cried out and lifted her ass as much as her tight bonds allowed. The two came in as close to a mutual climax as is possible, with mutual cries rending the air.
The commandant slumped on her back, panting and almost blacking out. A few moments later, he staggered away, legs buckling with release. God! He couldn’t remember when he’d had such a good prisoner fuck that wasn’t accompanied simultaneously with some major enhancement of punishment or torture! What would it be like when he took that route with this bitch? His mind reeled at the possibility.
Barbara meanwhile, coming down from the peak of arousal, came back to consciousness of the pain racking her body. She now felt a wave of regret and embarrassment sweep over her. Tied up and forced like an animal, she had responded enthusiastically to this monster, giving him extra satisfaction! Panting inside the suffocating hood, she hung her head in shame.
Later, the Commandant was dressed and had buzzed for the guards. The same two appeared and leered at the sweat-drenched, naked beauty.
“Thank you for your cooperation, Miss Moore,” Osman said, giving a broad wink to the guards and a hard slap on Barb’s butt. “Your reward is to take off the rest of the day from work.” Then he turned to Imran, “Take her to her cell. Do the standard inspection and then let her rest until morning.”
That’s because he never had the opportunity with Barbara Moore until now. She may have found a weakness to exploit?
Very hot chapter!