Not much to cheer about, is there?Jeffrey pursues the philandering life,
Always betraying his poor pregnant wife.
On Death Row, in an atmosphere of gloom,
Barb contemplates her impending doom.
Amanda finds herself in a tight spot,
When the current flows, things will get hot!!
This girl's belief in that nonsense is all that stands between you and another nail in your coffin. In Singapore, selling drugs to someone under 20 carries a mandatory death sentence. If she accuses you, kiss your hopes of Clemency goodbye.You're kidding ... this girl still believes in such nonsense. Sad. She deserves whatever is coming.
And she'll hang and be impaled anyway. What a mess she has gotten herself into. The simple lesson here. Don't go out for cheerleading and don't take uppers.This girl's belief in that nonsense is all that stands between you and another nail in your coffin. In Singapore, selling drugs to someone under 20 carries a mandatory death sentence. If she accuses you, kiss your hopes of Clemency goodbye.
El electricistaWe find an indirect reference to an old friend of my
Interrogation Room B, CNB Headquarters, Singapore, Sunday 3:28 PM
“Just help yourself then. Admit that Barbara Moore sold you drugs.” Amanda felt his hand caress her belly.
None of the men in the room noticed that Amanda’s right hand extended, fingers flat, like taking an oath.
“I can’t admit that. It never happened.”
“I am so sorry, girl. You have made a very foolish choice. Let me introduce Manuel Santiago.” A small older man leaned over Amanda from the opposite side as the Deputy. “Manuel came to Singapore in 1990 from Argentina, where he worked for the state security forces under a Coronel Manuel Rodríguez. When his talents were no longer wanted there, the Central Narcotics Bureau recognized his abilities and hired him as an interrogator. Everyone here calls him the “electrician.” You’ll soon learn why. Manuel, if you please.”
“Si, Diputado Williams,” said the little man in a thick South American accent. “I have taken the liberty to wire up many of the restraints to cover much of her body.” He said the word ‘body’ with a slight tightness in his voice. “With your aprobación, I will now attach the direct contacts, both externally and internally.”
For those who have forgotten or never read it, my previous story https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/the-nude-nurse-and-the-master-of-the-whip.7140/ featured Coronel Manuel Rodríguez, as a principal character.El electricista
"...Tomorrow morning, he would get Commandant bin Osman to extend special treatment to Barbara and recommend clemency.For those who have forgotten or never read it, my previous story https://www.cruxforums.com/xf/threads/the-nude-nurse-and-the-master-of-the-whip.7140/ featured Coronel Manuel Rodríguez, as a principal character.
Seratus Empat – Four Days 20.5 hours
Interrogation Room B, CNB Headquarters, Singapore, Sunday 3:32 PM
“With your aprobación, I now attach the direct contacts, externally and internally.”
“Please do so,” said Williams. He turned to his guest. Will you join me, Minister?” He gestured toward some chairs about six feet to the side of the bed frame.
“I’d be delighted,” said Josephine Shanmugam. She and Sergeant Hoa joined Keefer on the chairs. “Why so far?” she asked, pointing to the distance.
“To avoid spraying saliva and sweat,” said Sergeant Hoa.
Amanda lay, staring at the bare, white ceiling, wondering what was next when she cried out with a pinching pain in her earlobes. “That is nada, puta,” said Manuel. “Just a little picadura. Now, I make sure they are tight.” He pinched down on the alligator clips, making the sharp teeth draw tiny drops of blood, which drew another cry from the girl. “Ah, Bueno,” he said, “better contact for the current.” He then held up two more of the sharp-toothed clips with wires dangling for her to see. He pinched them open and let them snap shut to scare her. “These are for your pezones.”
Amanda looked puzzled at the word, but her questions were soon answered as the man allowed the teeth to bite into her turgid nipples and drew a small scream from her. He cupped her tiny breasts and pinched down hard on the teeth to draw a little blood.
Amanda barely recovered from that pain when Manuel applied one more biting clip in her navel.
“Now, my Especialidades. I inventado these myself. I am sure you will find them muy interesante.”
He held up in front of her face two large and thick black and copper dildos, one about six inches long and the other eight. They were made up of alternating sections of flat black plastic and raised copper rings. A thick electrical cord came out of the bottom of each. The longer one had a round copper probe extending about an inch from the tip.
“This is an electrolytic gel,” he said while spreading a clear substance on each dildo. “It will facilitate entry and ensure the maximum conductivity.”
Manuel disappeared. In a moment, Amanda felt the first dildo pressing into her pussy. It slid in quickly, even while painfully stretching her vagina. It was forced deeper and deeper until it pressed firmly against her cervix. Amanda moaned with discomfort as she felt the copper probe at the end press through the cervical opening. Next, the other dildo was similarly inserted deeply in her anus.
“All is preparado, Mi Diputado.”
“Thank you, Manuel.” Said the Deputy Director. “Amanda, please! Now is your last chance before more pain than you could have ever imagined. Did Moore sell you drugs?”
Amanda was already drenched in sweat and shivering with fear. Electricity! Into all these intimate parts of her body! No way she could take that!
Marina Bay Sands Singapore, Sunday 3:33 PM
The delicious feeling of triumph still washed over Jeffrey as it had the night before when he’d sat with Trixie looking down on beautiful Singapore. Everything seemed to be going his way. He was convinced that the dinner with Josephine would be a complete success. Certainly so in helping Moore, possibly also in benefiting himself with the sexy Minister.
Tomorrow morning, he would get Commandant bin Osman to extend special treatment to Barbara and recommend clemency.
Then he’d get Amanda released, at least on bail, and move to get the silly charges dropped.
Lunch with the Ambassador at the Cricket Club would be the icing on the cake. With Josephine and Mamat recommending clemency or even pardon, the intervention of the US would guarantee Barb’s freedom.
He looked out on the daylight view of modern Singapore and felt a part of it, in command of it. Anything he desired, he seemed able to grasp.
As he drained the last drops of the fine Champagne, there was a knock on the door. Eagerly, he got up to meet the sweet little Chynna, another thing he desired.
Interrogation Room B, CNB Headquarters, Singapore, Sunday 3:38 PM
Just then, Josephine spoke up. “Deputy, pardon me for interrupting. I must tell you I’m so impressed by the setup you have here. It is amazingly professional.”
“Thank you, Minister.”
“I would like to have a closer view. I promise I will not get in Senor Santiago’s way.”
“No problem at all, Minister. Please feel free to observe as closely or from whatever angle as you wish.” Williams was well aware of Miss Shanmugam’s reputation for sexual interests in women and S&M. He had every reason to indulge the desires of his superior from the Ministry of Home Affairs.
Josephine stood up and walked over to the bedframe. The pinioned girl was genuinely delectable, she thought. Her sweet face, small breasts (flattened by her stretching), tiny waist, and diminutive stature gave the impression of a much younger girl. Josephine could not help but be reminded, pleasantly, of her conquests at boarding school. But Jones flared hips and mature pussy lips (stretched wide around the massive electric probe) had all the attraction of a mature woman.
The Minister finally chose to stand between Amanda’s legs, with an unobstructed view up her nubile body, watching her chest rise and fall rapidly with fear. Josephine felt the expected dampness forming between her own legs. She nodded to Williams to indicate that he could proceed now.
He spoke up. “Amanda. Please help yourself. Did Moore sell you drugs? Please answer before I have Manuel drag you through hell!”
Amanda’s mind was racing with panic. They were about to begin torturing her again! She couldn’t take it! Her mind and body screamed for relief!
The girl replied in little more than a whisper, “No. She never had anything to do with drugs.”
Marina Bay Sands Singapore, Sunday 3:41 PM
Chynna looked every bit as enticing as she had when she’d brought food. She greeted him with a smile and then cast her eyes downward submissively. Jeffrey closed the door behind her and, by habit, turned the bolt.
As Chynna walked into the suite, Jeffrey’s eyes were glued on her little round ass, which shimmied delightfully in the tight green cocktail dress. When she reached the center of the room, the tiny girl turned, spread her legs slightly, put her hands on her hips, and said, “What room service would your desire, Sir?”
Busy day yesterday and now I'm catching up with two glorious episodes at once! I feel as turned on as Josephine! Such glorioulsy, graphic details - and you were worried we might not feel stimulated by your writing PrPr - pah! It's brilliant as always - onto the next episode!Seratus Sembilan – Four Days 20.25 hours
Interrogation Room B, CNB Headquarters, Singapore, Sunday 3:45 PM
“Senor Santiago. Please give our guest an explanation and demonstration of your equipment’s capabilities,” asked Keefer.
“Of course. Señorita Ministra, the equipment is precisely designed for the utmost control of the electricity applied. We developed a high standard in Chile, in the Eighties, when I was employed there. We were able to persue precise scientific studies and much valuably information was learned. However, since coming to work for the Central Narcotics Bureau, I have been given the resources to computerize the control fully.”
“It appears very technical,” observed Josephine.
“It is indeed, but that makes it all the easier to operate. As you know, electricity flows between opposite poles. For our setup, the metal bed provides the negative pole. It has two advantages, the first of which is a large area of contact with the body. Second, each little spark into the network of slats jumps around, providing random hurt all over the back.”
“I see,” said Josephine, furtively pressing her thighs together.
“Then all the other metallic objects are positive poles, each separately controlled by the computer. I can easily adjust the length and power of the shocks applied."
"Besides," add medic Wing, "you will observe the pressure cuff on her left arm. That provides constant tracking of her heart to avoid too much danger. We can push her to her edge of safety and hold her there indefinitely.”
“Very wise precaution,” replied Josephine. Her voice seemed a bit constricted in her throat, and her thighs were now rubbing against each other. This is going to be SO good, she thought.
“Now, I shall demonstrate for you and Amanda, the various circuits.” He turned to the stretched girl and spoke in a soft, sympathetic voice.
“You are a pequeña puta tonta,” the electrician said to Amanda. “Let me take you on a visita guiada, a guided tour, of this setup. He went to the main computer and typed in an instruction.
In a moment, Amanda screamed, and her left arm jerked against its restraint.
“I have told the computer to rotate through all stations for three seconds, each with five-second pauses at level 1. As you see, even level one gets a noticeable response. The equipment is capable of a level 14. However, we rarely go so high for fear of killing the prisoner.”
Another scream from Amanda and her right arm spasmed. The pain as the electricity sparked to the bed as hellish.
Two more screams, each a little less frantic, followed as her legs, in turn, were shocked.
“Now things will get more interesting,” said the electrician. “Two seconds with eight seconds pause, first to both earlobes. Prisoners have described it as their brain being on fire.”
Just then, Amanda raised her head, the tendons in her neck bulging, her mouth open and her eyes wide. After two seconds, her head dropped back on the frame, and she lay panting heavily. “Oh, God! No more, No more!”
Her pleas were interrupted when her body tensed, and her breasts shook. The girl's nipples felt like they had been touched by fire!
Amanda’s belly was panting for breath when the next wave hit. Her mid-section tensed, and her hips raised in response. The electric spark drilled down into her navel and guts. Her already bruised muscles there were damaged again.
The cycle ended, and the girl lay moaning on the rigid slats, drenched in sweat.
“That demonstrates the usual fixed contacts, Señora Ministra, but I have two important additions. First, my free probe.” Santiago held up a thin, pen-like object, attached to a wire and ending a small, copper ball.
“I can place a strong static charge on this and then touch any part of the girl’s body. Or rather not toque, but approach, for then it will spark across, most painfully. Let me demonstrate.”
He hit a button on the keyboard and turned back to Amanda. Once ready, he brought the copper ball slowly to a few inches away from her face. Slowly he brought it toward her forehead. Then, suddenly there was a hiss of a spark, the flash that all could see, and the high volts of electricity shot into her head. After a fraction of a second, a piercing scream was torn from Amanda’s lips, and her entire body spasmed. Josephine almost came herself at that moment. “Most impressive Senor,” was her throaty compliment.
“Ah, but I have saved the best for last. You observed the alternating plastic and copper on the dildos? The computer separately controls each ring of copper. I have programmed it to send the electricity in waves up and down the shaft. Thereby, even as the electricity surges into her inner membranes, the pulses seem to move in and out as if the dildo was fucking her cunt and ass. The mix of feelings is most disturbing!”
“Oh, my God, Senor! That sounds incredible!”
“Oh, it is Señorita. Later, if the puta proves difficult, I can give a full demonstration.”
He turned to the computer and punched a few keys. Turning to Amanda, he said,
“There is the mildest demonstration, puta. Mi Diputado, estoy preparado to begin the extreme methods when you order.”
Parliamentary Guards HQ, Gymnasium, Sunday, 3:50 PM
Musa had been going crazy waiting at home for the next day to come. He would receive the final reports of the forensic investigations. With these in hand, he would be able, with Jack Frost’s aid, to complete the case. Passive waiting was not, however, Musa’s forte. He had chosen, instead, to hit the weight room in the Guard’s gym. He was on his third cycle of free weights. He believed that the machines were more for building bulk, which had no interest for him. Free weights forced him to use all his muscle groups. Today, he was using heavier weights than usual. His emotions were fueling his body.
God! He wanted tomorrow to come. There would be a fight over this, perhaps a big one. He was eager for the test. He grabbed the next more massive barbell and began another rep.
A slightly younger 'gentleman' from the North of England also picked up on those aspersionsAspersions about older gentlemen from the North of England? You`re sailing perilously close to the wind there!
Trailer-Park-Trix can be certain of job continuity because there's no way that Amanda will be good for anything even if she survives this - Singapore-sex-slavery for her methinks!Seratus Sepuluh (110) – Four Days 20 hours
Marina Bay Sands Singapore, Sunday, April 7th, 4:00 PM
“What room service would your desire, Sir?”
Even Jeffery was shocked to have the adorable little china doll make such a bold statement. Not even a half-senile, erectile-challenged septuagenarian from the North of England could have missed the sexual nature of the young girl’s invitation. He walked toward Chynna with his tongue figuratively hanging out. Then a thought occurred in his hormone-saturated mind.
“How old are you, Chynna?” he asked, dreading the expected answer.
Interrogation Room B, CNB Headquarters, Singapore, Sunday 4:01 PM
Deputy Williams stood up and approached the trembling girl. Her look of pleading desperation led him to believe that she was ready to betray Moore. Just one more little push, he thought.
“Tits – four seconds, number 3,” he purred to the Chilean as he gently stroked the girl’s cheek.
Manuel entered the instruction, and Amanda screamed as she felt the electric fire, three times the previous strength, slice like a knife through ner nipples. Blinded by the pain, it took her a few moments to focus back on the kind expression on Keefer’s face as his hand was still soft on her cheek.
“Please, Amanda. Don’t make us hurt you anymore. Just give us what we want against Moore. I promise that I can help with your sentence. Maybe even get you deported. You don’t need to go through this.”
Amanda looked up at him, her sky-blue eyes filled with tears, “I can’t! It would be wrong! Please don’t hurt me.”
“Santiago. You may proceed. Ten minutes to start, I believe.”
The electrician forced a rubber bit between Amanda’s teeth and secured it with a strap around her head. He went back to the computer. “I think a rotating set on your ears, tits, and navel would be a nice warm-up.”
Marina Bay Sands Singapore, Sunday 4:02 PM
“Eighteen, Sir. The day I turned eighteen, I was hired here. That is their minimum. I’ve been here a month, so I’m a month more than eighteen.”
Old enough, thought Jeffrey. She’s of age and wants it. Who am I to deny her?
He walked up to the tiny girl and asked, “What service are you best at?”
Interrogation Room B, CNB Headquarters, Singapore, Sunday 4:11 PM
For ten minutes, Amanda thought she would lose her mind. Biting hard on the rubber, she screamed her lungs out as electric shards of glass sliced through her breasts, her belly, and through her head. The computer devilishly rotated at random between the three, lingering and pausing for unpredictable periods and at varying levels. The highest levels seemed beyond belief (she did not know, but they were only #3) and left her hardly able to take a breath. It kept on and on for what seemed an eternity with no break and no chance to beg for mercy. Then, suddenly it was over. Amanda lay shivering from shock and pain, muscles still twitching, dripping sweat, and panting as if she’d run a marathon.
“Good news,” announced the medic, Roger Wing, joyfully. “Her blood pressure and pulse are not anywhere near danger. She is a strong specimen and can take very much more!”
“You hear that, Amanda? We have only just started, and we can do ever so much more to you. Will you accuse Barbara? The next session will be longer and more uncomfortable.”
Jones tried to answer but was panting too hard to get the words out. Williams waited patiently, softly stroking her belly and hips. Though his touch was improper and erotic, it felt gentle and loving after the electric pain. Amanda finally found some breath to look at him pleadingly and begged through the bit, filling her mouth.
“I can stop it if you accuse Moore.”
“I glant…pleeeg!” Her lovely blue eyes were begging.
“That’s not good enough, I’m afraid. You force us to increase the pressure. Santiago, what was your maximum there?”
“Why not try fifteen minutes with a max of #4. That should concentrate her mind on my question. Throw in a few jolts to her arms and legs. We want her whole body to tell her mind to cooperate.”
“Si,” said the electrician, turning back to his computer. Keefer went to sit again and Josephine, feeling wetness running down her inner thighs, watched expectantly. Through it all, Amanda continued her pitiful entreaties.
“I start with all circuits on #3, and then we play,” said Manuel as he hit the key, and Amanda suddenly stopped begging and tensed in a rigid bow from her hands to her feet.
Marina Bay Sands Singapore, Sunday 4:06 PM
“My older sister has taught me several ways of service,” Chynna said as she unbuckled Hodges belt. “She work at hotel three years and know how to get excellent tips. I only learn.” Her hand slipped into his pants and grasped his erect member. “Oh, Sir. You are so large. This will be most pleasure for Chynna. Perhaps you want sister and me together sometime?”
“No, Oh, God! You seem quite enough, Chynna. OH!”
Interrogation Room B, CNB Headquarters, Singapore, Sunday 4:30 PM
The guards and guests watched, fascinated, as the electrician took Amanda through various levels of hell for fifteen minutes. Josephine was forced, after only a few minutes, to return to her seat – her legs were just too wobbly to keep standing.
At the end of the fifteen minutes, when Manuel switched off the current, Amanda sighed and collapsed. The medic examined her and her vital signs.
“She is fine,” said Wing. “Just passed out. I’d give her a couple of minutes to recover, and then you can continue, even at an enhanced level.”
“Should you give her a stimulant?” asked Williams.
“I would hold off. It looks as if the bitch is stubborn. Once I give a stimulant, I can’t give another for several hours. I’d prefer at this time to delay. If you need to go to significantly higher levels later, it will be appropriate. She has also sweated so much that I’ll give her water to drink as well as an intravenous saline drip to keep her from becoming too dehydrated.”
“Very good,” said Keefer. “We’ll take a five-minute break. Minister, we have chilled sparkling water and munchies if you’re interested.”