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

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Barbaria1 said:
Sooooo, very American South ... where else? :rolleyes:



Jeffrey, Jeffrey, Jeffrey ... when will he ever learn??? :confused:



Indoor plumbing or potty out back? ;)

Well, with this one (#100), I think we can all agree that PrPr is back on track. Wonderful plotting, wonderful detailing, believable characters, wit and humor ... who could ask for anything Moore?

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Agreed entirely Barb!
 
Praefectus Praetorio said:
The Hundredth Episode!
Seratus (100) – Five Days 19 Hours

Phone Call Keefer Wilson to Rut Betar Gisber, Saturday 5:10 PM
RBG: Good evening, Deputy. I understand you’ve worked hard today. Any results to report?
KW: I’m afraid not nearly as much as we’d hoped. We were able to get the girl to sign an almost open-ended confession, which will put her in severe jeopardy at her trial. However, I must report failure in getting her to name others.
RBG: That isn’t very reassuring. Did you make every effort possible?
KW: Yes, Your Ladyship. We worked on her non-stop from nine this morning until four forty-five, almost eight hours. We used some of our most powerful, non-maiming techniques. (Here he proceeded to list the various tortures employed.)
RGB: Those do sound very aggressive. And she wouldn’t budge?
KW: No. I tried every way to urge and coax her to name Miss Moore, and she kept saying, “I can’t.” She seems to have an unbelievable loyalty to Barbara Moore. At the end of the session, our medic advised that any more questioning might have killed her.
RBG: My, my! To look at the little thing, you would never suspect she had such strength in her.
KW: I assure our Ladyship that I am not finished. After her trial tomorrow, I will try again. But I must have her presentable for her lawyer on Monday Morning.
RBG: Of course. Well, keep trying. However, it might not matter after Monday. I’m working on the outline of a deal that could seal all this up and get you your agent back.
KW: That would be most appreciated. I can assure your Ladyship. I shall do everything I can to get Amanda to name Moore. I’ll take her through hell tomorrow!
RBG: Excellent. I’ll talk to you Monday.

Holding Cell CNB Headquarters, Saturday, 5:15 PM
The guards dragged Amanda down the hall to her cell, holding her up by her arms. She was too weak to take even one step. They laid her on her cot, naked, and left her. The medic gave her a small white pill and a paper cup with a little cola. With some effort, he managed to get her to take them. As he left, he turned and said, “Pleasant dreams.”
She curled up in the fetal position, holding her throbbing vagina, and sobbed in pain until she had cried herself to sleep.

CÉ LA VI, Sands Hotel Tower3, Singapore, 7:45 PM
Jeffrey ordered another round of drinks, a G&T for him and a Sloe Gin Fizz for Trixie (she’d first asked for an Alabama Slammer, but was told that wasn’t available, but the SGF was close). The view from the SkyPark Observation deck atop the 56th floor of Marina Bay Sands Hotel was spectacular and almost as intoxicating as the drinks. CÉ LA VI deserved its reputation as one of the most romantic bars in all Singapore, Hodges thought.
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The last two hours spent drinking and munching appetizers with Trixie had been the perfect ending for the lawyer’s highly successful day. Everything seemed to be going right for him. Sitting with a gorgeous redhead, looking out of the city of Singapore, lit at night with its brightness and color, he felt on top of the world, figuratively and literally.
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Trixie, dressed in a tight, off-the-shoulder, lime-green dress, her hair glowing like gold in the soft mood lighting and her fair chest, dotted with cute freckles made a beautiful and sexy sight. The impressionable girl had listened with rapt attention as Jeffrey recounted, with not a small amount embellishment, his meeting with the Changi Commandant. He bragged how he now had the Major under his thumb.
Then Hodges described how he would be meeting with the Ambassador himself at the exclusive Singapore Cricket Club (Trixie had no idea what cricket was, but it sounded most impressive). He wove a remarkable scene of the two planning their grand strategy to get Miss Moore released. Trixie hadn’t known that Hodges was so influential with the Ambassador.

It was all a heady experience for the young secretary. The expensive bar with the spectacular view and the attention of the incredibly handsome and erudite attorney were beyond anything that twenty-two-year-old Trixie Thompson from Branchwater, Alabama, had ever encountered. The girl, growing up in the unsavory environment of the Bubba Jim Mobile Home Resort, had always hoped to escape the grinding poverty and despair of her home. But she had never dreamed of traveling to such an exotic place and to be wined and dining in such luxury.
Trixie had studied very hard at the South Alabama Technical Institute, working nights as a waitress for tuition to become certified as a legal secretary. Her local Congresswoman had cajoled the State Department into sending recruiters to the school to give the disadvantaged locals a chance. The emissaries had found most candidates there were barely literate and grossly underqualified for any secretarial work. But Trixie was the cream of a poor crop and given a second interview. Whether because of her enthusiasm, her evident willingness to work hard, or her very low-cut, semi-unbuttoned blouse, the male interviewer recommended her for employment.
Trixie attended the Foreign Affairs Security Training Center (FASTC) in Blackstone, Virginia, where she worked hard to keep up with others with far better educations. Despite her disadvantages, he was consistently in the top half of her classes. However, just before completion, her training supervisor, Mr. Watson, an obese thirty-year veteran of the Foreign Service, called her into his office and closed the door. He sat her down, went behind his desk, and told Trixie that he was unsatisfied with her progress. He was inclined to dismiss her from FASTC with prejudice, which would bar her from any future government work.
Trixie, her dreams shattered, broke down into tears, and begged to be given another chance. As she cried, Watson leafed through her folder.
“You grew up in a trailer park?”
“No, it was called a ‘Mobile Home Resort.’” She sniffled.
“Don’t lie to me, girl,” he snapped, pounding his fist on his desk. Trixie almost jumped out of her chair.
“If you want me to reconsider, you’d better cooperate. You don’t want to make me angry!”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Watson.”
“You are what everyone calls ‘Trailer Park Trash,’ aren’t you?” he asked with a sneer.
His words wounded Trixie to the heart. She had first heard the expression in Second Grade when she had no idea of its meaning except as some insult. Over the years since, she had heard it many times, especially from boys she’d dated. For the last sixteen years, she had worked as hard as anyone could to get beyond that past.
“Yes, sir,” she meekly replied, not wanting to anger this man who held her future in his hands.
“Well, then. You should know how the game works,” said Watson, standing up from his desk and walking around to her. He had his zipper down and his prick at half staff below his rotund belly. “This shouldn’t be anything new to slutty white trash like you. You take good care of me here, girl,” he said, stroking his enlarging cock and bringing it near her face, “and I’ll forget your shortcomings and let you graduate. Fair deal?”
Trixie had graduated but still upbraided herself for giving in to the pig.

Jeffrey Hodges was so different. He was a real gentleman, she thought. Educated, suave, and sophisticated, he had refined manners and showed his humble secretary great respect.
Trixie was immensely flattered that he would take the time to explain the high-level maneuvers that he was orchestrating for his clients. And she admired his selfless devotion to rescuing the women. He was just the perfect man in her mind! Unfortunately, as she had known when she first met the delectable attorney, he was married.
But as the sky darkened and the lights of the city below came up, the atmosphere became more romantic and intimate. The multiple rounds of drink loosened both parties, the conversation became more personal, and the laughter flowed freely. When Jeffrey wanted to emphasize a point, he would touch her knee or her forearm gently, sending sparks through her body.
To the simple girl from Branchwater, Alabama, it was all too much, too intoxicating. She felt her temperature rise, and a flush appear on her cheeks. Trixie was rapidly losing control of her body and her emotions. They both leaned in, closer and closer, and the talk softened to whispers of intimacy. Then, Jeffrey leaned forward, and their lips touched softly in a gentle kiss. Trixie felt like electricity surged through her body, accompanied by an unmistakable dampness between her legs. Jeffrey stared for a moment into her deep hazel eyes and stroked her flame-red hair. Then he kissed her again, his tongue slipping between her lips to meet hers.
When they parted, both were breathing more heavily. Jeffrey whispered. “I have a room here for tonight. Would you like to share a nightcap back there?”
Trixie was too aroused to find words and just nodded, yes.
Jeffrey paid the bill and helped Trixie, who was a bit unsteady from the multiple Fizzes, to her feet. As they walked to the elevators, Jeffrey slipped his hand around her tight little and gave it a most ungentlemanly pinch. Trixie made a little cry and turned to him and smiled.

At that moment, as several times previously that evening, two men at a nearby table snapped cell phone pictures. The men then rose and exited the bar just behind the couple and joined them in the elevator.

Trixie's childhood home:
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Brilliant! Loved the Trixie flashback - Trailer Park Trash! But Jeffrey, who may be erudite and handsome, is still a prize jerk when it comes to common sense and professionalism! How many females has he 'entertained' so far ... and he has heavily pregnant wife, not to mention a client who is fast running out of time! Come on Hodges, put your dick away and shape up man! Superb work PrPr!
 
Jeffrey`s defense of Barbara Moore,
Turned out to be pretty poor.
Now,he thinks all his ducks are in line,
And that everything`s going to be fine
With Trixie,he may win the prize,
But on Monday,he`ll get a surprise.
By beating Charlotte`s mammary glands,
He`s played right into Mamat`s cruel hands!
 
I understand that the cast of characters keeps expanding. Here is an updated list including a few who will appear shortly:


Amhad, Ahmad bin, 55, prosecutor normally assigned drug cases.
An Kow, Wei, 63 – Colonel, Commander of Parliamentary Guards
Awang, Imran, 42 – chief guard, Changi Prison
Berbahagia, Rose , 65, first Female and only second Malay President of the Republic of Singapore.
Betar-Gisber, Rut, 71 – DUBC, Judicial Commissioner, Presiding Judge of the State Courts.
Burnside, Robert, 58, Minister. Chief administrator at the U.S. Embassy
Chang, Gee Lyn – jail matron
Dean XXX – Moore’s immediate superior at XXX University in Minnesota. (redaction at request of University)
Frost, W. E. (Jack), 62 - Detective Inspector of Homicide
Gamble, Peter, 56 - High Court Justice
Goh, Ravi, 25 – Detective Sergeant
Grounder, Randy, 43 – Jail Intake specialist
Haziq, Rayyan bin, 45, Cabinet Affairs Secretary to President Berbahagia
Hoa, Xiu Ying, 41 – Sergeant, Central Narcotics Bureau
Hodges, Jeffrey, 27 – US Embassy attorney
Hua-Upp, Lim, 39 – deputy head guard, Changi Prison, renowned for his “endowment.”
Hue, Goh Oyee & Oph, Huat Enni - "Client Services, Changi Prison
Ibrahim, Musa bin 39 – Lieutenant, Chief Inspector, Parliamentary Guards
Jiang, Zhihoa, 26 – Constable Central Narcotics Bureau
Jones, Amanda – 19, Senior at Georgetown University, intern at US Embassy in Singapore
Kann, Win Hoa, 59 - Drug Court Judge
Karlsson, Lars, 52, Superintendent Marine Parade Flats
Koh, William, 34 - Prosecutor
Leng, Lee Cher, 32 - Deputy Attorney General
Lian, Jerry Wee, 46 - Commissioner of Police
Lin, Rose, 31 – Jail inmate, deceased
Lin, Wong Foo, 53 - High Court Justice
Liú, Dr. Chunhua, 30 - Changi Prison Doctor
Long, Carrie, 29 – jail matron
Mcgregor, Archibald, 51 – Captain, Parliamentary Guards
Moore, Barbara Ann, 36 – Academic from University of XXX in Minneapolis, MN
Ng, Duong Hien (Mr.), 39 – chief flogger, Changi Prison Complex. Name means “Virile Gentle Man”
Ng, Quyen Quan, 71, Father of Duong, Name means “Powerful Army Man”
Ng, WeiDa, 58 - Chief of Detectives
Osman, Major Mamat bin, 51 - Commandant of Changi Prison Complex
Rogers, Innusha, 40 -Jail Intake Specialist
Rogers, Jimmy, 48, Sergeant, then Lieutenant, Central Narcotics Bureau
Shanmugam, Josephine, 39 - First Minister for Home Affairs
Sing, Dao, 27 – jail matron
Syed Ali, Reza bin, 34 – guard, Changi Prison, also with remarkable size and almost unreliably bad breath
Tan, young guard, 25 - Changi Prison
Tang, Mai, 28 – Corporal, now Sergeant, Police Booking
Thomson, Beatrice (Trixie), 22 – legal secretary, US Embassy
Wade, John, 26 – Detective Sergeant
Williams, Keffer, 52 – Deputy Director, CNB
Wing, Roger, 54 – CNB Medic
Wong, Yi Ying - Head Jail Matron
Yong, Wang. 62 - retired First Minister for Home Affairs.
 
Praefectus Praetorio said:
I understand that the cast of characters keeps expanding. Here is an updated list including a few who will appear shortly:


Amhad, Ahmad bin, 55, prosecutor normally assigned drug cases.
An Kow, Wei, 63 – Colonel, Commander of Parliamentary Guards
Awang, Imran, 42 – chief guard, Changi Prison
Berbahagia, Rose , 65, first Female and only second Malay President of the Republic of Singapore.
Betar-Gisber, Rut, 71 – DUBC, Judicial Commissioner, Presiding Judge of the State Courts.
Burnside, Robert, 58, Minister. Chief administrator at the U.S. Embassy
Chang, Gee Lyn – jail matron
Dean XXX – Moore’s immediate superior at XXX University in Minnesota. (redaction at request of University)
Frost, W. E. (Jack), 62 - Detective Inspector of Homicide
Gamble, Peter, 56 - High Court Justice
Goh, Ravi, 25 – Detective Sergeant
Grounder, Randy, 43 – Jail Intake specialist
Haziq, Rayyan bin, 45, Cabinet Affairs Secretary to President Berbahagia
Hoa, Xiu Ying, 41 – Sergeant, Central Narcotics Bureau
Hodges, Jeffrey, 27 – US Embassy attorney
Hua-Upp, Lim, 39 – deputy head guard, Changi Prison, renowned for his “endowment.”
Hue, Goh Oyee & Oph, Huat Enni - "Client Services, Changi Prison
Ibrahim, Musa bin 39 – Lieutenant, Chief Inspector, Parliamentary Guards
Jiang, Zhihoa, 26 – Constable Central Narcotics Bureau
Jones, Amanda – 19, Senior at Georgetown University, intern at US Embassy in Singapore
Kann, Win Hoa, 59 - Drug Court Judge
Karlsson, Lars, 52, Superintendent Marine Parade Flats
Koh, William, 34 - Prosecutor
Leng, Lee Cher, 32 - Deputy Attorney General
Lian, Jerry Wee, 46 - Commissioner of Police
Lin, Rose, 31 – Jail inmate, deceased
Lin, Wong Foo, 53 - High Court Justice
Liú, Dr. Chunhua, 30 - Changi Prison Doctor
Long, Carrie, 29 – jail matron
Mcgregor, Archibald, 51 – Captain, Parliamentary Guards
Moore, Barbara Ann, 36 – Academic from University of XXX in Minneapolis, MN
Ng, Duong Hien (Mr.), 39 – chief flogger, Changi Prison Complex. Name means “Virile Gentle Man”
Ng, Quyen Quan, 71, Father of Duong, Name means “Powerful Army Man”
Ng, WeiDa, 58 - Chief of Detectives
Osman, Major Mamat bin, 51 - Commandant of Changi Prison Complex
Rogers, Innusha, 40 -Jail Intake Specialist
Rogers, Jimmy, 48, Sergeant, then Lieutenant, Central Narcotics Bureau
Shanmugam, Josephine, 39 - First Minister for Home Affairs
Sing, Dao, 27 – jail matron
Syed Ali, Reza bin, 34 – guard, Changi Prison, also with remarkable size and almost unreliably bad breath
Tan, young guard, 25 - Changi Prison
Tang, Mai, 28 – Corporal, now Sergeant, Police Booking
Thomson, Beatrice (Trixie), 22 – legal secretary, US Embassy
Wade, John, 26 – Detective Sergeant
Williams, Keffer, 52 – Deputy Director, CNB
Wing, Roger, 54 – CNB Medic
Wong, Yi Ying - Head Jail Matron
Yong, Wang. 62 - retired First Minister for Home Affairs.
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Not just very useful, this list highlights what a remarkably panoramic feat this wonderful story is!
 
Barbaria1 said:
Jeffrey, Jeffrey, Jeffrey ... when will he ever learn???
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Fossy said:
Jeffrey, who may be erudite and handsome, is still a prize jerk when it comes to common sense and professionalism! How many females has he 'entertained' so far ... and he has heavily pregnant wife, not to mention a client who is fast running out of time! Come on Hodges, put your dick away and shape up man!
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twonines said:
With Trixie,he may win the prize,
But on Monday,he`ll get a surprise.
By beating Charlotte`s mammary glands,
He`s played right into Mamat`s cruel hands
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I picture Jeffrey as half James Bond and half Austin Powers. He has remarkable powers with the ladies (none of whom can resist his boyish charm and tousled hair and a certain large endowment), but is totally clueless when dealing with intrigue.

Perhaps I should rename the whole series, "Jeffrey Does Singapore!"
 
Sunday Morning Dawns

Seratus Satu – Five Days 3 Hours

Holding Cell, CNB Headquarters, Sunday, April 7, 2019, 7:00 AM
Amanda awoke as the guards entered her room. Her whole body ached, especially her cunt and ass. But she had slept. At times it was fitful, but she had slept for over twelve hours. The refreshment of that was hard to describe.
The guards gave her coffee and slop. The warm coffee felt so good in her mouth and sliding down her still-sore throat. Hunger forced her to try to eat some of the putrid gray mess. To her surprise, though tasteless and unappetizing, there was none of the rancid taste. With only a fraction of disgust, she was able to finish the entire bowl.
Sleep and food, with those two, she felt infinitely better even if her body hurt like hell.
The guards came and removed the bowls and left clothes for her to wear. These consisted of a top and skirt, and nothing else. They had chosen two of the more modest items in her wardrobe. The blouse was thin sky-blue silk, but not sheer, and with a modest neckline. The skirt was a navy-blue, skin-tight mini that came a full five inches below her crotch. Three-inch heels in sky-blue completed the surprisingly coordinated outfit.

Once dressed, Amanda was left alone with her thoughts. She sat very still on the cot. All the muscles of her midsection were bruised and sore. When she awoke and looked down at the large black-and-blue areas, she was shocked. The burns from the cattle prod had healed somewhat and didn’t hurt anything like they had when administered. But the memory of the terrible pain, especially when the Deputy had inserted it in her womb and held it on, was still burned in her mind.
Amanda wondered what today would bring. They had mentioned something about a judge, but she had hardly been able to listen then. Would they ask her again about Miss Moore? Would they torture her as cruelly as they did Yesterday? Or worse? It had gone on and on; it seemed to last forever! Would she be able to resist again? It had all hurt so badly. At times she thought she was losing her mind.

As Amanda thought back over the horror of the torture, there crept into her mind the temptation of saying what they wanted about Miss Moore. After all, what did Amanda owe the woman? She’d never known of her three weeks ago. The Deputy had promised that if she cooperated, he would try to have her sent home immediately. Home! My God, that is tempting, thought Amanda.
The Deputy argued that Moore was already condemned; that she meant nothing to Jones. It was true that they had barely exchanged a dozen words. It was very tempting to avoid more of the same or even worse pain. Why stand up, unnecessarily to more torture?
Then suddenly, a wave of pride washed over her, sweeping away thoughts of surrender. She, little Amanda Jones from Madison, Wisconsin, barely out of High School, in this foreign place, had resisted that horrible interrogation. He hadn’t lied! She had stood up for her principles and upheld her cheerleader oath! She remembered promising, in her mind, her Mom and Dad, to make them proud. She had! Reciting her pledge under her breath had helped her endure. Thinking of her parent’s unwavering support had strengthened her.
True, she didn’t know Barbara well, but she had seen enough to be impressed by her courage and by the strength of her resistance. Amanda had to be brave also! Suddenly it seemed not to matter what they did to her; she would not betray her oath and her friend. Cheerleader proud!

Infirmary, Changi Prison, Sunday, 8:00 AM
Barbara came awake gradually on Sunday Morning. The pain killers Dr. Liú had administered the previous evening had allowed her to sleep soundly despite the earlier, almost unbearable pain. Now, with a second night passed since her caning, and the drugs wearing off, Barb was aware that the various injuries were healing, and her pain was significantly reduced. She asked the duty nurse to release her straps. As the nurse was doing so, Barb realized she was famished. She hadn’t eaten for two days since Friday morning. When she asked, the nurse said she would order breakfast as soon as possible. However, Chunhua had to examine her first.
While waiting for the Doctor, Barbara stood up and walked tentatively around the room. The cane welts on her front were reduced and only minimally painful at this point. However, the cuts in her buttocks were still very tender. Although not the most damaging, the welt to her pussy carried the worst memory. Just lightly touching it now brought back unbearable thoughts of pain.
“Glad to see you up, Miss Moore,” said Dr. Liú as she entered the recovery room. “It best thing for you. Please, let me examine, and we get you good breakfast.”

Holding Cell, CNB Headquarters, Sunday, April 7, 2019, 8:45 AM

Amanda sat on her cot, hugging her sore middle for support and humming her favorite song to herself. Despite the humiliating and torturous experience of the day before, the girl was successful in drawing on her instincts of self-encouragement and cheerfulness to deal with her situation. She was even able to think beyond herself in wondering how Miss Moore had managed to endure her caning. Amanda so wished she was able to help that fine woman.
Then she wondered about how Mr. Hodges was doing. Jeffrey was so smart and dedicated! He was probably working day and night on the two cases without any help. That made her feel guilty. Because of her stupid mistake, Jeffrey now had a second case to distract him from Miss Moore. And he didn’t even have Amanda’s assistance.
Hodges would get her out of here soon. Amanda told herself she must remember her favorite character in Dickens, Wilkins Micawber. She needed to stay optimistic and believe that “something will turn up.”

Her cell door opened, and three guards entered. They pulled her to her feet and cuffed her wrists behind her. They then hooked a chain from the cuffs down to shackles on her ankles and herded her to the door. “Time to see the judge,” said one.
 
Corvid said:
Given the nature and targeting of the mistreatment both Barbara and Amanda have suffered, it would seem that further, strenuous sexual assault would be particularly brutal and inhumane.

...Dare I hope for a segment transitioning between the two...? :juggle::devil2:
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Are you suggesting that any of the Singaporean authorities have anything other than the pursuit of justice in their administration of correction to these girls? That - dare I say it - ulterior motives, even carnal desires, could be involved?

For Shame!!!
 
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Praefectus Praetorio said:
Are you suggesting that any of the Singaporean authorities have anything other than the pursuit of justice in their administration of correction to these girls? That - dare I say it - ulterior motives, even carnal desires, could be involved?

For Shame!!!
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I by no means intended to impugn the Singaporean authorities' professionalism. I am certain they will work with both ferocity and rigor to exact justice. That they will plunge vigorously and intensely into the seedy underbelly of the matter until the truth can be revealed. That they will attack the questions at hand, going over them repeatedly with a single-minded focus, until all avenues are exhausted and their aims are fully satisfied. That no curves in their investigation will sway them from charting a straight course, ramming through all obstacles and making their domination of unsavory elements clear. That they will apply restraint where it is necessary, and winnow away all resistance to make the subjects of their consideration fit for purpose.
 
Praefectus Praetorio said:
Sunday Morning Dawns

Seratus Satu – Five Days 3 Hours

Holding Cell, CNB Headquarters, Sunday, April 7, 2019, 7:00 AM
Amanda awoke as the guards entered her room. Her whole body ached, especially her cunt and ass. But she had slept. At times it was fitful, but she had slept for over twelve hours. The refreshment of that was hard to describe.
The guards gave her coffee and slop. The warm coffee felt so good in her mouth and sliding down her still-sore throat. Hunger forced her to try to eat some of the putrid gray mess. To her surprise, though tasteless and unappetizing, there was none of the rancid taste. With only a fraction of disgust, she was able to finish the entire bowl.
Sleep and food, with those two, she felt infinitely better even if her body hurt like hell.
The guards came and removed the bowls and left clothes for her to wear. These consisted of a top and skirt, and nothing else. They had chosen two of the more modest items in her wardrobe. The blouse was thin sky-blue silk, but not sheer, and with a modest neckline. The skirt was a navy-blue, skin-tight mini that came a full five inches below her crotch. Three-inch heels in sky-blue completed the surprisingly coordinated outfit.

Once dressed, Amanda was left alone with her thoughts. She sat very still on the cot. All the muscles of her midsection were bruised and sore. When she awoke and looked down at the large black-and-blue areas, she was shocked. The burns from the cattle prod had healed somewhat and didn’t hurt anything like they had when administered. But the memory of the terrible pain, especially when the Deputy had inserted it in her womb and held it on, was still burned in her mind.
Amanda wondered what today would bring. They had mentioned something about a judge, but she had hardly been able to listen then. Would they ask her again about Miss Moore? Would they torture her as cruelly as they did Yesterday? Or worse? It had gone on and on; it seemed to last forever! Would she be able to resist again? It had all hurt so badly. At times she thought she was losing her mind.

As Amanda thought back over the horror of the torture, there crept into her mind the temptation of saying what they wanted about Miss Moore. After all, what did Amanda owe the woman? She’d never known of her three weeks ago. The Deputy had promised that if she cooperated, he would try to have her sent home immediately. Home! My God, that is tempting, thought Amanda.
The Deputy argued that Moore was already condemned; that she meant nothing to Jones. It was true that they had barely exchanged a dozen words. It was very tempting to avoid more of the same or even worse pain. Why stand up, unnecessarily to more torture?
Then suddenly, a wave of pride washed over her, sweeping away thoughts of surrender. She, little Amanda Jones from Madison, Wisconsin, barely out of High School, in this foreign place, had resisted that horrible interrogation. He hadn’t lied! She had stood up for her principles and upheld her cheerleader oath! She remembered promising, in her mind, her Mom and Dad, to make them proud. She had! Reciting her pledge under her breath had helped her endure. Thinking of her parent’s unwavering support had strengthened her.
True, she didn’t know Barbara well, but she had seen enough to be impressed by her courage and by the strength of her resistance. Amanda had to be brave also! Suddenly it seemed not to matter what they did to her; she would not betray her oath and her friend. Cheerleader proud!

Infirmary, Changi Prison, Sunday, 8:00 AM
Barbara came awake gradually on Sunday Morning. The pain killers Dr. Liú had administered the previous evening had allowed her to sleep soundly despite the earlier, almost unbearable pain. Now, with a second night passed since her caning, and the drugs wearing off, Barb was aware that the various injuries were healing, and her pain was significantly reduced. She asked the duty nurse to release her straps. As the nurse was doing so, Barb realized she was famished. She hadn’t eaten for two days since Friday morning. When she asked, the nurse said she would order breakfast as soon as possible. However, Chunhua had to examine her first.
While waiting for the Doctor, Barbara stood up and walked tentatively around the room. The cane welts on her front were reduced and only minimally painful at this point. However, the cuts in her buttocks were still very tender. Although not the most damaging, the welt to her pussy carried the worst memory. Just lightly touching it now brought back unbearable thoughts of pain.
“Glad to see you up, Miss Moore,” said Dr. Liú as she entered the recovery room. “It best thing for you. Please, let me examine, and we get you good breakfast.”

Holding Cell, CNB Headquarters, Sunday, April 7, 2019, 8:45 AM

Amanda sat on her cot, hugging her sore middle for support and humming her favorite song to herself. Despite the humiliating and torturous experience of the day before, the girl was successful in drawing on her instincts of self-encouragement and cheerfulness to deal with her situation. She was even able to think beyond herself in wondering how Miss Moore had managed to endure her caning. Amanda so wished she was able to help that fine woman.
Then she wondered about how Mr. Hodges was doing. Jeffrey was so smart and dedicated! He was probably working day and night on the two cases without any help. That made her feel guilty. Because of her stupid mistake, Jeffrey now had a second case to distract him from Miss Moore. And he didn’t even have Amanda’s assistance.
Hodges would get her out of here soon. Amanda told herself she must remember her favorite character in Dickens, Wilkins Micawber. She needed to stay optimistic and believe that “something will turn up.”

Her cell door opened, and three guards entered. They pulled her to her feet and cuffed her wrists behind her. They then hooked a chain from the cuffs down to shackles on her ankles and herded her to the door. “Time to see the judge,” said one.
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Oh poor little Amanda Jones. Barely out of High School, barely dressed and barely able to see beyond the end of her own cute little button nose. Just lie girl ... and give them what they want ... or don't and be taken to even further depths of degrading, humiliating torture ... actually, on second thoughts, please don't lie just stick it out ... ;)
Excellent work as always PrPr
 
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Justice is served

Seratus Dua – Five Days 3 Hours

Hearing Room CNB Headquarters, Sunday, 8:57 AM
Deputy Director Keefer Williams of the Central Narcotic Bureau looked around the hearing room with satisfaction. It would be a well-controlled affair with complete assurance of the desired outcome.
Notice had been delivered to the US Embassy at six AM. The lethargy of the Embassy staff, especially on the weekend, was well known. It was unlikely that the envelope would even have gotten to Hodges by now. Nothing had been marked urgent, so the staff would surely not disturb him at home on a Sunday. Williams could apologize profusely in the morning for the mixup, but it would be too late.
The presiding judge was Win Hoa Kann, an experienced and compliant drug court justice. Kann was 59 with almost twenty-five years as a judge in this venue. He had long since learned how the game was played. Judges did as the CNB wanted and were rewarded with cushy sinecures. Win was well-known to hand down extreme sentences when the CNB asked. He was looking forward to well-paid retirement in a couple of years.
Keefer had informed Rut Betar Gisber of the trial and the judge, and she, undoubtedly, would have greased the skids.
Williams smiled across at Ahmad bin Ahmad at the prosecutor’s desk. A long-term drug prosecutor, regarded as one of the best, Ahmad knew the drug laws backward and forwards. Given the working relationships the drug prosecutors had with the CNB, he would do everything possible to please the Deputy Director. Keefer had phoned him an hour ago and explained the situation in detail and the desired outcome. Ahmad has assured the Deputy Director that he would deliver.
Sergeant Hoa, though not the sharpest knife in the drawer, was present to testify to witnessing the confession and to Amanda’s lack of cooperation during the interrogations. Keefer, would himself take the lead, if necessary, in presenting the evidence. The only thing missing was the defendant. Williams glanced at the door leading to the holding cells.

Hearing Room CNB Headquarters, Sunday, April 7, 2019, 9:01 AM
As if on cue, the door opened, and Amanda entered, held by two guards and followed by a third. Keefer was again impressed at how attractive the young blonde was. Even her most modest outfit was tight in the right places and showed every curve. Close examination showed her braless nipples pointing through the thin silk blouse. Less obvious, but known to Keefer, was the fact that she was naked under the short skirt. Her sweet young face, sprinkled with light freckles and centered by a cure little button nose, was framed by her pure blonde bob.
Williams congratulated himself on the way they had confined any marks to places that did not show. Other than a pained and harried look in her eyes, there was no indication of any mistreatment.
Amanda looked around the room in wonder. It wasn’t anything like the courtrooms she’d seen. It was relatively small, only 10’ X15,’ At one end was a little raised dais with a desk and an older man in robes and a wig, clearly the judge. To his left, at a smaller desk on the floor, was a gray-haired lady with a steno machine.
At a table, before the judge, sat another older man in a smaller wig, likely the prosecutor. Looking toward the back of the room, she saw the Deputy and the Sergeant. That was all! No Hodges!
The guards placed her in a seat at a small table to the left of the prosecutor.

The stenographer stood. Speaking in a high and rushed voice, she announced, “This Drug Court for the Republic of Singapore is now in session. The honorable Justice Kann is presiding. The Central Narcotics Bureau has brought the case against Amanda Virginia Jones, foreigner, for resisting CNB officers, refusing to cooperate with a CNB investigation, being in possession of over two ounces of cocaine, and being involved in the sale of such narcotic in the Republic.”
The man in the short wig rose and stated, “Ahmad bin Ahmad, appearing for the Republic.”
The judge turned to Amanda and said, “Will the Defendant, please rise and state your name?”
Amanda, restrained and weighed down with heavy chains, struggled to her feet. “Amanda Virginia Jones, your Honor.”
“How do you plead?”
Amanda was still wondering where her attorney was, and trying to grasp the rapidly read charges. Where was Jeffrey?
“I..I…I don’t know. Where is my attorney?”
Williams spoke up. “Miss Jones’s attorney, Jeffrey Hodges, was notified by a letter delivered to the US Embassy this morning, your Honor. He has failed to make an appearance. Here is a receipt signed by the receptionist at the Embassy at 6:01 this morning, three hours ago.” He handed the paper to the clerk.
“But I need my lawyer. I have a right to a lawyer,” cried Amanda in panic.
“Miss Jones,” said the judge in a soothing, fatherly voice. “You indeed have the right to engage an attorney. But if he doesn’t show up, that is hardly the fault of the prosecution. Under the anti-drug statutes, a trial may proceed with a defense attorney absent if the judge believes that sufficient notice has been given and that further delay is not necessary. I believe both. Again, Miss Jones. How do you plead?”
“I…I…Oh my God, I don’t know.”
“Please do not use that kind of language in my court,” said the judge, annoyed. “Guilty or Not Guilty?”
Amanda had no idea what to plead. Finally, she figured it was always better to claim innocence. “Not guilty, your Honor.”
“Indeed?” the judge said, looking as some papers on his desk. Glancing back at Amanda and shaking his head, he repeated, “Indeed?’

With a sigh, he turned to Ahmad. “Very well. Mr. prosecutor, please proceed.”
 
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