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

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Praefectus Praetorio

Brother of the Quill
Aspersions about older gentlemen from the North of England? You`re sailing perilously close to the wind there!
He has nothing but admiration for us in real life!
A slightly younger 'gentleman' from the North of England also picked up on those aspersions
Gentlemen. I was referring to a half-senile, erectile-challenged septuagenarian from the North of England. Does that description fit you? Or, in the classic phrase, "If the shoe fits, wear it!"
 

Praefectus Praetorio

Brother of the Quill
El Electricista practices his favorite activity

Seratus Sebelas– Four Days 19.25 hours

Interrogation Room B, CNB Headquarters, Singapore, Sunday 4:45 PM
The last fifteen-minute session had been an indescribably living hell for Amanda. Her arms and legs, breasts, belly, and head had been shocked, seemingly at random over and over again. The strength was sometimes almost mild and, at others, overwhelming. About four minutes in, she had lost all control of her mind and body. With no capacity for rational thought with electricity surging through her ears into her brain, the girl was in a kind of psychotic frenzy. Between that and the electro-stimulation of her arm, leg, and stomach muscles, her body jerked and twitched with no input on her part. That excessive muscle exertion left her panting for massive breaths and sweating profusely.
When the electricity stopped, she was too dazed even to realize.

As medic Wing had a guard hold water to let her sip, he attached a line for the saline. As he bent to work over the girl, he couldn’t help but take erotic pleasure in watching her small breasts rise and fall violently with her labored breathing. He noted her nipples, which were large for her breast size, had swollen appreciably from the electrical stimulation. The turgid points were now purple, and the few drops of blood drawn initially had increased to a slow seepage.
Wings eyes drifted down toward Amanda’s pussy, with the huge electrified dildo inserted. Manuel hadn’t even used those yet. God, he hoped she held out until then. They were the most erotic torture device he’d ever seen!

Amanda gradually regained some of her senses, and her desperate panting was reduced to heavy breathing. I can’t take this, she thought. I have to stop it!
Williams and Shanmugam returned to the opposite sides of the bed frame with glasses of Lime sparkling water and their fingers orange from the Cheetos consumed. Amanda lay with her eyes shut, still pumping her chest and belly for breath, moaning softly.
Williams touched her left side. Her eyes flew open, and she instinctively cried, “Glo..mor! pleeg, Glo mor!”
“Calm yourself, Miss Jones,” Keefer said in his most soothing voice. “I’m not here to hurt you. I want to help you, dear.” He let his hand run lightly over her belly and down to the top of her cuntfur. “You will confess everything we want eventually. It is such a waste to suffer more first.” His soft fingers stroked her puffy pussylips and even toyed a little at her clitoris.
Josephine, on the other side, was running her hands up and down the girl’s stretched inner thighs, stimulating the sensitive flesh and leaving orange traces on the sweat-drenched skin.
“You’ve already suffered so much, dear,” Josephine echoed the Deputy’s cajoling. “You’ve resisted nobly, but now its time to face facts and end your pain.”
“Please, Amanda, do the sensible thing,” whispered Keefer in her ear as his fingers excited her lovebud to erect and peek out from its hood. “Let us make you feel good rather than hurt.”
The erotic feeling these two were arousing in her body was in sharp contrast to the horrible pain she’d been suffering. Though Amanda was not a quickly excited female, the difference of the pleasure from the suffering was irresistible. She wanted so much for the sweet feeling to continue. What could she say?
“I cont!...I cont!” grunted Amanda, shaking her head
“Very, well, Amanda. You force us to continue. Santiago. You have not used your static probe in her most sensitive part yet. I have it aroused and erect for your attention.”

Marina Bay Sands Singapore, Sunday 4:50 PM
Jeffrey Hodges lay on the soft hotel bed and let his mind drift back to the marvelously talented Chynna and how she has provided him with her “service.” The tiny eighteen-year-old had demonstrated a wide range of talents to please a man, starting with her mouth and continuing using every inch of her sweet young body. The S$74 tip for clearing his dirty dishes was well worth it. Jeffrey has felt a tinge of guilt as he signed the ticket, knowing he was, in effect, paying for sexual pleasures. However, he well knew that the finest Singapore hotels always made sure their guests were happy. Chynna was simply a part of that “service.” Hodges would need to take another shower before his dinner with Josephine. Looking at the clock, he assured himself that there was plenty of time. Hodges set his cellphone alarm for thirty minutes and closed his eyes for a quick power-nap. Satiated with food, wine, and sex, he fell asleep almost instantly.

Interrogation Room B, CNB Headquarters, Singapore, Sunday 4:55 PM
El Electricista pulled up a stool to sit close by Amanda’s middle. He punched in a few commands on the console and held the pencil-like, copper-tipped probe in his left hand. Ever so slowly, he moved it closer to the girl’s slit, and that still erect clit. It made a perfect target, he thought. His mind wandered to the many times he’d performed this action, torturing a woman’s most sensitive organ. It was his favorite part of interrogation; it was so intimate and connected to the victim. He savored drawing it out as if a session of prolonged, slow love-making.
His favorite girl ever had been that Scottish nurse that the Coronel had him torture. She was barely aware of what was happening around her – she had been so brutally tortured already. But when Manuel had first brought the spark of his probe to burn her clit, she had exploded in a most satisfyingly erotic way.
Now, he had a new, very young subject to seduce with the hot spark. Miss Jones promised to be at least as rewarding to work on as that nurse.
Manuel knew precisely the spark distance for the given voltage and the temperature and humidity in the room. Therefore, he could bring the probe to just the right spot to release its fiery lightning exactly when he wanted.
Very close now. Amanda was begging softly through the rubber bit. “Pleeg...pleeeg!” Poor girl. She was so desperate to avoid the coming pain. But she simply hadn’t the slightest idea of how much this would hurt. Manuel thought, bringing the probe down to an inch of its target. Now she will!”
He dipped the copper ball ever so slightly, and a bright blue spark cut through the air to the tip of the hyper-sensitive nub. He heard Amanda’s sudden, mighty gasp for breath and waited for the following scream of agony.

'Naaaaaaaaaaaah-AAAAH!'
 
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Praefectus Praetorio

Brother of the Quill
Just over a year ago, on September 12th, 2019, I posted the first entry of what was intended to be a modest caning story set in Modern Singapore. Four months ago, on the 15th of May, I posted the first segment of the second sequel, Singapore III which now stands at 111 episodes. I hope that it will wrap up with a month from now. I thank again, the loyal and seemingly tireless readers who have slogged their way through to this point in a bloated and verbose epic ("epic" in the sense of length, not greatness). Hang on, keep the coffee and Viagra handy. There are more thrills to come before it ends "not with a bang but a whimper."
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Fossy

Tribune
El Electricista practices his favorite activity

Seratus Sebelas– Four Days 19.25 hours

Interrogation Room B, CNB Headquarters, Singapore, Sunday 4:45 PM
The last fifteen-minute session had been an indescribably living hell for Amanda. Her arms and legs, breasts, belly, and head had been shocked, seemingly at random over and over again. The strength was sometimes almost mild and, at others, overwhelming. About four minutes in, she had lost all control of her mind and body. With no capacity for rational thought with electricity surging through her ears into her brain, the girl was in a kind of psychotic frenzy. Between that and the electro-stimulation of her arm, leg, and stomach muscles, her body jerked and twitched with no input on her part. That excessive muscle exertion left her panting for massive breaths and sweating profusely.
When the electricity stopped, she was too dazed even to realize.

As medic Wing had a guard hold water to let her sip, he attached a line for the saline. As he bent to work over the girl, he couldn’t help but take erotic pleasure in watching her small breasts rise and fall violently with her labored breathing. He noted her nipples, which were large for her breast size, had swollen appreciably from the electrical stimulation. The turgid points were now purple, and the few drops of blood drawn initially had increased to a slow seepage.
Wings eyes drifted down toward Amanda’s pussy, with the huge electrified dildo inserted. Manuel hadn’t even used those yet. God, he hoped she held out until then. They were the most erotic torture device he’d ever seen!

Amanda gradually regained some of her senses, and her desperate panting was reduced to heavy breathing. I can’t take this, she thought. I have to stop it!
Williams and Shanmugam returned to the opposite sides of the bed frame with glasses of Lime sparkling water and their fingers orange from the Cheetos consumed. Amanda lay with her eyes shut, still pumping her chest and belly for breath, moaning softly.
Williams touched her left side. Her eyes flew open, and she instinctively cried, “Glo..mor! pleeg, Glo mor!”
“Calm yourself, Miss Jones,” Keefer said in his most soothing voice. “I’m not here to hurt you. I want to help you, dear.” He let his hand run lightly over her belly and down to the top of her cuntfur. “You will confess everything we want eventually. It is such a waste to suffer more first.” His soft fingers stroked her puffy pussylips and even toyed a little at her clitoris.
Josephine, on the other side, was running her hands up and down the girl’s stretched inner thighs, stimulating the sensitive flesh and leaving orange traces on the sweat-drenched skin.
“You’ve already suffered so much, dear,” Josephine echoed the Deputy’s cajoling. “You’ve resisted nobly, but now its time to face facts and end your pain.”
“Please, Amanda, do the sensible thing,” whispered Keefer in her ear as his fingers excited her lovebud to erect and peek out from its hood. “Let us make you feel good rather than hurt.”
The erotic feeling these two were arousing in her body was in sharp contrast to the horrible pain she’d been suffering. Though Amanda was not a quickly excited female, the difference of the pleasure from the suffering was irresistible. She wanted so much for the sweet feeling to continue. What could she say?
“I cont!...I cont!” grunted Amanda, shaking her head
“Very, well, Amanda. You force us to continue. Santiago. You have not used your static probe in her most sensitive part yet. I have it aroused and erect for your attention.”

Marina Bay Sands Singapore, Sunday 4:50 PM
Jeffrey Hodges lay on the soft hotel bed and let his mind drift back to the marvelously talented Chynna and how she has provided him with her “service.” The tiny eighteen-year-old had demonstrated a wide range of talents to please a man, starting with her mouth and continuing using every inch of her sweet young body. The S$74 tip for clearing his dirty dishes was well worth it. Jeffrey has felt a tinge of guilt as he signed the ticket, knowing he was, in effect, paying for sexual pleasures. However, he well knew that the finest Singapore hotels always made sure their guests were happy. Chynna was simply a part of that “service.” Hodges would need to take another shower before his dinner with Josephine. Looking at the clock, he assured himself that there was plenty of time. Hodges set his cellphone alarm for thirty minutes and closed his eyes for a quick power-nap. Satiated with food, wine, and sex, he fell asleep almost instantly.

Interrogation Room B, CNB Headquarters, Singapore, Sunday 4:55 PM
El Electricista pulled up a stool to sit close by Amanda’s middle. He punched in a few commands on the console and held the pencil-like, copper-tipped probe in his left hand. Ever so slowly, he moved it closer to the girl’s slit, and that still erect clit. It made a perfect target, he thought. His mind wandered to the many times he’d performed this action, torturing a woman’s most sensitive organ. It was his favorite part of interrogation; it was so intimate and connected to the victim. He savored drawing it out as if a session of prolonged, slow love-making.
His favorite girl ever had been that Scottish nurse that the Coronel had him torture. She was barely aware of what was happening around her – she had been so brutally tortured already. But when Manuel had first brought the spark of his probe to burn her clit, she had exploded in a most satisfyingly erotic way.
Now, he had a new, very young subject to seduce with the hot spark. Miss Jones promised to be at least as rewarding to work on as that nurse.
Manuel knew precisely the spark distance for the given voltage and the temperature and humidity in the room. Therefore, he could bring the probe to just the right spot to release its fiery lightning exactly when he wanted.
Very close now. Amanda was begging softly through the rubber bit. “Pleeg...pleeeg!” Poor girl. She was so desperate to avoid the coming pain. But she simply hadn’t the slightest idea of how much this would hurt. Manuel thought, bringing the probe down to an inch of its target. Now she will!”
He dipped the copper ball ever so slightly, and a bright blue spark cut through the air to the tip of the hyper-sensitive nub. He heard Amanda’s sudden, mighty gasp for breath and waited for the following scream of agony.

'Naaaaaaaaaaaah-AAAAH!'
So there's a gorgeous, barely legal (if you excuse the pun), naked girl strapped to an interrogation table and they ... eat Cheetos!

As the electrifying torture continues there is no doubt that the pain will be pre-emptively unimaginable, mind maddening, and a physical abhorrence ... but what if Ms Jones was forced into an unwitting, unwanted orgasm (or three) - now wouldn't that be something?

A wonderful, wonderful depiction PrPr!
 

Barbaria1

Rebel Leader
Staff member

Praefectus Praetorio

Brother of the Quill
A little pain; a little pleasure. Then maybe more of both. Life in Modern Singapore continues.

Seratus Dua Belas– Four Days 18.75 hours

Interrogation Room B, CNB Headquarters, Singapore, Sunday 5:15 PM
After several minutes of rest and recovery, Amanda had been thinking a little more clearly. She tried to use every ounce of willpower she had left to prepare for the next torture. She repeated to herself, I shall not fail.
The girl’s clit felt so good from that attention by the Deputy; Amanda felt her pussy moisten around the huge dildo. She had never let a boy touch her there. The feeling was strange and wonderful to the innocent girl. It made her feel so hot! She wanted more of the delicious feelings. When he stopped, she almost begged for more. Her clit felt so tingly and aroused.
She knew more torture was on the way and tried preparing for the current surging again. She tensed herself to ride the next wave of agony.
However, nothing – not willpower, not clear thinking, not bracing anticipation – nothing could have prepared the girl for when the first spark of high-voltage electricity ripped into her sensitive, aroused clit. Her vision instantly flashed to white heat. Her hips and middle spasmed with shock. And a bolt of cutting, burning pain drilled down the center of her clitoris, into her vagina and womb and seemed to set her body on fire.

“Naaaaaaaaaaaah-AAAAH!”

Santiago waited almost a minute for the girl’s screams to subside.
“I can see you enjoyed that, Mi Querido,” he taunted. “Let me try more, a lot more. Oh,” he turned and made an entry on the computer, “how about 40% higher voltage?” He gave a little laugh and brought the innocuous-looking copper ball toward her slit.
“NAAAAAA!” screamed Amanda. “I cunt ate ig!”
The zapping of the spark, along with the blue flash and the subsequent scream, told all in the room that the girl would have to take it.

For the next ten minutes, Manuel Santiago carefully and methodically took the young woman through his own special hell. Increasing and decreasing the voltage, varying the frequency and length, and moving around, all within the area of her genitals, he teased and tormented her beyond belief. In the end, Amanda was panting frantically, her heavy sweat dripping to the floor, and her voice hoarse and weak. Her mind had shut out everything in her world, except the unimaginable pain in her genitals. Her clit, which a few minutes before was sending delicious waves of pleasure to her brain, now felt like it had been sliced over and over with a razor. Each spark had left a tiny, but severe, burn on the clitoris or lips, and each still screamed pain to her fevered brain.

Interrogation Room B, CNB Headquarters, Singapore, Sunday 5:35 PM
Besides, Amanda’s panting and weak whimpering, there was not a sound in the room when the torture stopped. Every onlooker had been mesmerized by the overwhelming eroticism of the display, each trying to imagine the pain this little bitch was feeling.
After a minute, Josephine turned to the Deputy and broke the silence. In a low, throaty voice, she said, “This has been a remarkable demonstration of the skills you have in your agency, Deputy Williams.” She stood and shook his hand. “I would do anything to stay and observe what else you might have at hand. However, I have an engagement at seven PM, and I must go to prepare.”
“Thank you some much for being here and for the praise, Minister. We do our best. I give you my word; we are prepared to continue all night, if necessary, to achieve our goal.”
“Your dedication is admirable, Sir,” said Josephine as she turned to leave. Several of the men noticed a damp spot on her dress in the rear, just below her crotch.

JAAN, Hotel Swissôtel The Stamford, Level 70, Sunday, 7:05 PM
Jeffrey arrived promptly at seven at “JAAN by Kirk Westaway,” atop the renowned Stamford Hotel. He was escorted to the table reserved by Minister Shanmugam by a beautiful Malay hostess in a skin-tight sarong. It took some effort not to give her delicious rear a pinch. The table proved to be in a secluded corner by the windows with a spectacular view of the city.
JAAN 1.jpg
After only a brief wait, Josephine made her appearance. She wore a tight and long, green, Cheongsam satin dress. While the dress exposed little skin (except for a side slit that came well up along her thigh - giving teasing glimpses of her fine leg), its figure-hugging fit displayed her body in a most flattering light. It seemed that every pair of the male (and a few female) eyes in the restaurant followed her swaying ass as she made her imperious way to the table. Jeffrey rose to greet her, and chivalrously helped her with her chair.
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“May I say you look particularly radiant tonight, First Minister?” Jeffrey had intended to use compliments and flirting to reach his twin goals tonight. But this comment came naturally. For some reason, the strikingly beautiful Malay woman was particularly glowing; her face wore a slight flush.
“You may, Mr. Hodges,” replied Josephine with an almost modest smile. She was reminded again, in the soft, romantic lighting of the restaurant, of how incredibly handsome the American lawyer was. His strong physique, his boyish face, topped with the unruly blond hair, touched a sensual nerve deep in her.
They ordered drinks: Jeffrey’s usual G&T and Jo’s Singapore Sling. While perusing the menus, they engaged in increasing suggestive small talk. The drinks came, and they clicked glasses as Jeffrey wished for an “enjoyable and productive” evening. Josephine smiled and allowed her tongue just to appear, licking her upper lip.
Josephine commented on her drink, “This is the only place in Singapore, other than Raffles, that makes a decent ‘Sling.’” As she said that, she ran her foot lightly up the outside of his left leg. Jeffrey, who barely managed not to spill his drink, expressed his pleasure at her satisfaction.
When their food came, Jeffrey, with much effort, managed to turn the conversation to Barbara.
JAAN 2.jpg
“Ah, yes. Your bitchy little client.” Said Jo.
“I concede that Miss Moore can be obstreperous and uncooperative. I have listened to more crap from her than the courts have even dreamed of. Her language is often uncontrolled and rude, and she does complain at anything. In sum, she can be a very bitchy woman, as you say. I understand the desire of the authorities to hold her to account for that.”
“You are a master of understatement, Mr. Hodges,” said Josephine with a friendly smile while her foot explored his other leg.
“Yes, ahem! But my point is that she has been punished enough. Seventy judicial strokes! A month in jail and prison being abused and humiliated.” He saw concern on the Minister’s face. “Don’t worry, Minister, I have no intention of making a complaint. My point is that execution after all that is overkill, if you’ll pardon the play on words.”
Josephine smiled broadly. “Very clever, Jeffrey – may I call you Jeffrey – I do take your point. So what are you asking, exactly? What do you want me to recommend to the Cabinet?”
“Certainly commute the death sentence. Ideally, a reduction of sentence to time and punishment served, deportation to the US, and being banned from ever returning to Singapore.”
“My, my, Jeffrey,” Jo’s foot was now working the inside of the young lawyer’s legs, “You do swing for the fences. Are you so bold in other aspects of your life? Can I count on you as a “heavy hitter,” as Americans say in private matters?”
“I think you can, Jo – may I call you Jo – I can hit with the best of them.” He reached over and stroked her hand.
“Well then, perhaps I can see clear to consider your recommendation. After we finish here, why don’t we adjourn to my suite in the hotel after dessert for some further negotiation? Perhaps you could also demonstrate how you go about taming a high-blooded filly?”
“That sounds delightful,” replied Jeffrey with a sly grin. "I do not 'spare the rod.'”
Josephine reached over and squeezed his biceps. “How are those strong arms at swinging leather? I hate a wimpy whipper.”
“I can blister with the best of ‘em.”
“Fuck dessert. I think there is a better treat available back in my suite. Shit! Let’s go now. They’ll handle the bill,” said Josephine rising and pulling Jeffrey up and close.
As he followed Jo out, his eyes on her beautiful ass, Jeffrey imagined the whipping she had mentioned. He had never engaged in S&M before he’s met Chunhua, but he had now developed a taste for it. Jeffrey had some doubt as to his potency after the day he’d had. But he felt a vigorous stirring in his loins. Hodges resolved that, for Barbara’s sake, he would dig deep to find his last ounce of endurance. The things he’d do for his country!
 

Barbaria1

Rebel Leader
Staff member
“I concede that Miss Moore can be obstreperous and uncooperative. I have listened to more crap from her than the courts have even dreamed of. Her language is often uncontrolled and rude, and she does complain at anything. In sum, she can be a very bitchy woman, as you say. I understand the desire of the authorities to hold her to account for that.”

And this guy is defending me? Calling Mr. Tree! HELP! :confused:

And as for friggin’ sweet little Amanda, “I cunt taig non Moore ab dis ARGHHHHH cwap! Shaddup ur caaantfess, will ya!!!!” :mad:
 

Fossy

Tribune
A little pain; a little pleasure. Then maybe more of both. Life in Modern Singapore continues.

Seratus Dua Belas– Four Days 18.75 hours

Interrogation Room B, CNB Headquarters, Singapore, Sunday 5:15 PM
After several minutes of rest and recovery, Amanda had been thinking a little more clearly. She tried to use every ounce of willpower she had left to prepare for the next torture. She repeated to herself, I shall not fail.
The girl’s clit felt so good from that attention by the Deputy; Amanda felt her pussy moisten around the huge dildo. She had never let a boy touch her there. The feeling was strange and wonderful to the innocent girl. It made her feel so hot! She wanted more of the delicious feelings. When he stopped, she almost begged for more. Her clit felt so tingly and aroused.
She knew more torture was on the way and tried preparing for the current surging again. She tensed herself to ride the next wave of agony.
However, nothing – not willpower, not clear thinking, not bracing anticipation – nothing could have prepared the girl for when the first spark of high-voltage electricity ripped into her sensitive, aroused clit. Her vision instantly flashed to white heat. Her hips and middle spasmed with shock. And a bolt of cutting, burning pain drilled down the center of her clitoris, into her vagina and womb and seemed to set her body on fire.

“Naaaaaaaaaaaah-AAAAH!”

Santiago waited almost a minute for the girl’s screams to subside.
“I can see you enjoyed that, Mi Querido,” he taunted. “Let me try more, a lot more. Oh,” he turned and made an entry on the computer, “how about 40% higher voltage?” He gave a little laugh and brought the innocuous-looking copper ball toward her slit.
“NAAAAAA!” screamed Amanda. “I cunt ate ig!”
The zapping of the spark, along with the blue flash and the subsequent scream, told all in the room that the girl would have to take it.

For the next ten minutes, Manuel Santiago carefully and methodically took the young woman through his own special hell. Increasing and decreasing the voltage, varying the frequency and length, and moving around, all within the area of her genitals, he teased and tormented her beyond belief. In the end, Amanda was panting frantically, her heavy sweat dripping to the floor, and her voice hoarse and weak. Her mind had shut out everything in her world, except the unimaginable pain in her genitals. Her clit, which a few minutes before was sending delicious waves of pleasure to her brain, now felt like it had been sliced over and over with a razor. Each spark had left a tiny, but severe, burn on the clitoris or lips, and each still screamed pain to her fevered brain.

Interrogation Room B, CNB Headquarters, Singapore, Sunday 5:35 PM
Besides, Amanda’s panting and weak whimpering, there was not a sound in the room when the torture stopped. Every onlooker had been mesmerized by the overwhelming eroticism of the display, each trying to imagine the pain this little bitch was feeling.
After a minute, Josephine turned to the Deputy and broke the silence. In a low, throaty voice, she said, “This has been a remarkable demonstration of the skills you have in your agency, Deputy Williams.” She stood and shook his hand. “I would do anything to stay and observe what else you might have at hand. However, I have an engagement at seven PM, and I must go to prepare.”
“Thank you some much for being here and for the praise, Minister. We do our best. I give you my word; we are prepared to continue all night, if necessary, to achieve our goal.”
“Your dedication is admirable, Sir,” said Josephine as she turned to leave. Several of the men noticed a damp spot on her dress in the rear, just below her crotch.

JAAN, Hotel Swissôtel The Stamford, Level 70, Sunday, 7:05 PM
Jeffrey arrived promptly at seven at “JAAN by Kirk Westaway,” atop the renowned Stamford Hotel. He was escorted to the table reserved by Minister Shanmugam by a beautiful Malay hostess in a skin-tight sarong. It took some effort not to give her delicious rear a pinch. The table proved to be in a secluded corner by the windows with a spectacular view of the city.
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After only a brief wait, Josephine made her appearance. She wore a tight and long, green, Cheongsam satin dress. While the dress exposed little skin (except for a side slit that came well up along her thigh - giving teasing glimpses of her fine leg), its figure-hugging fit displayed her body in a most flattering light. It seemed that every pair of the male (and a few female) eyes in the restaurant followed her swaying ass as she made her imperious way to the table. Jeffrey rose to greet her, and chivalrously helped her with her chair.
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“May I say you look particularly radiant tonight, First Minister?” Jeffrey had intended to use compliments and flirting to reach his twin goals tonight. But this comment came naturally. For some reason, the strikingly beautiful Malay woman was particularly glowing; her face wore a slight flush.
“You may, Mr. Hodges,” replied Josephine with an almost modest smile. She was reminded again, in the soft, romantic lighting of the restaurant, of how incredibly handsome the American lawyer was. His strong physique, his boyish face, topped with the unruly blond hair, touched a sensual nerve deep in her.
They ordered drinks: Jeffrey’s usual G&T and Jo’s Singapore Sling. While perusing the menus, they engaged in increasing suggestive small talk. The drinks came, and they clicked glasses as Jeffrey wished for an “enjoyable and productive” evening. Josephine smiled and allowed her tongue just to appear, licking her upper lip.
Josephine commented on her drink, “This is the only place in Singapore, other than Raffles, that makes a decent ‘Sling.’” As she said that, she ran her foot lightly up the outside of his left leg. Jeffrey, who barely managed not to spill his drink, expressed his pleasure at her satisfaction.
When their food came, Jeffrey, with much effort, managed to turn the conversation to Barbara.
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“Ah, yes. Your bitchy little client.” Said Jo.
“I concede that Miss Moore can be obstreperous and uncooperative. I have listened to more crap from her than the courts have even dreamed of. Her language is often uncontrolled and rude, and she does complain at anything. In sum, she can be a very bitchy woman, as you say. I understand the desire of the authorities to hold her to account for that.”
“You are a master of understatement, Mr. Hodges,” said Josephine with a friendly smile while her foot explored his other leg.
“Yes, ahem! But my point is that she has been punished enough. Seventy judicial strokes! A month in jail and prison being abused and humiliated.” He saw concern on the Minister’s face. “Don’t worry, Minister, I have no intention of making a complaint. My point is that execution after all that is overkill, if you’ll pardon the play on words.”
Josephine smiled broadly. “Very clever, Jeffrey – may I call you Jeffrey – I do take your point. So what are you asking, exactly? What do you want me to recommend to the Cabinet?”
“Certainly commute the death sentence. Ideally, a reduction of sentence to time and punishment served, deportation to the US, and being banned from ever returning to Singapore.”
“My, my, Jeffrey,” Jo’s foot was now working the inside of the young lawyer’s legs, “You do swing for the fences. Are you so bold in other aspects of your life? Can I count on you as a “heavy hitter,” as Americans say in private matters?”
“I think you can, Jo – may I call you Jo – I can hit with the best of them.” He reached over and stroked her hand.
“Well then, perhaps I can see clear to consider your recommendation. After we finish here, why don’t we adjourn to my suite in the hotel after dessert for some further negotiation? Perhaps you could also demonstrate how you go about taming a high-blooded filly?”
“That sounds delightful,” replied Jeffrey with a sly grin. "I do not 'spare the rod.'”
Josephine reached over and squeezed his biceps. “How are those strong arms at swinging leather? I hate a wimpy whipper.”
“I can blister with the best of ‘em.”
“Fuck dessert. I think there is a better treat available back in my suite. Shit! Let’s go now. They’ll handle the bill,” said Josephine rising and pulling Jeffrey up and close.
As he followed Jo out, his eyes on her beautiful ass, Jeffrey imagined the whipping she had mentioned. He had never engaged in S&M before he’s met Chunhua, but he had now developed a taste for it. Jeffrey had some doubt as to his potency after the day he’d had. But he felt a vigorous stirring in his loins. Hodges resolved that, for Barbara’s sake, he would dig deep to find his last ounce of endurance. The things he’d do for his country!
The last thing Jeffrey needs is a desperately turned on Josephine fresh from watching the erotic interrogation of young Amanda! This could go horribly wrong, or maybe ... just maybe ...

The 'shocking' torture of Miss Jones is just so damn hot!
 

Praefectus Praetorio

Brother of the Quill
Deus ex machina - or at least Rut ex machina

Seratus Tiga Belas– Four Days 13.25 hours

Interrogation Room B, CNB Headquarters, Singapore, Sunday 7:45 PM
After almost five hours of intense interrogation, the men were showing evident fatigue. Even rotating breaks and generous servings of Hoa’s robust and rich coffee was no longer enough to keep them at peak alertness.
Santiago’s extended application of the sparker had not broken Amanda’s resolve. The girl screamed and surged and thrashed like a wild thing, twisting her hips in a blatantly erotic manner. She had pissed herself twice, and drool ran from her mouth.
Deputy Williams enjoyed the sexual display put on by the petite blonde girl as much as any, but he had a job to do. Unfortunately, the genital attack alone was not getting it done. He ordered a return to the broad shocking approach with power up to #6.
By 7:25, Medic Wing had advised that Amanda’s strength was waning. It was decided that then was the time to apply the stimulant in her IV saline drip. Within seconds, all could see her restored alertness, further evidenced by a scream and pleas, “NAAAAAA! I cont ate ig anigmur!”
The electrician was beginning a new and enhanced (level #7) round, when an aide stuck her head in the door and said, “Deputy. An important call for you.”
“I’ll be right there,” he replied. “Let her rest while I’m out. Manuel, when I return, your limit is #9. I’m tired of wasting time on the bitch.”

Anteroom near Interrogation, CNB Headquarters, Sunday, 7:55 PM
Deputy Director Keefer Williams on the phone:

KW: Good Evening, your Ladyship. To what do I owe the honor of your call on a Sunday Evening?
RGB: It is to your honor, Deputy. I understand you have been working on Miss Jones since three PM?
KW: Yes. But I am embarrassed to report that she has not yet caved. Honestly, I have never encountered such a strong-willed prisoner. We are just about to begin the highest level of pressure, and I expect, but don’t guarantee that she will finally break.
RGB: Oh my! From the report I received, it seemed you had already pushed her very hard. She is such a small and young girl. How does she stand it?
KW: We can do more. I promised Your Ladyship that I would do everything possible. I intend to keep that promise.
RGB: Most commendable attitude, Deputy. However, I now release you from that promise. I have arranged other items that satisfy my goals. We no longer require an accusation from Miss Jones. You may turn her over to Commandant bin Osman tomorrow, and you will have fulfilled your obligations to me.
KW: That is most generous, Your Ladyship.
“RGB: You have earned it. I shall not forget your cooperation. Debts must be paid.
KW: Nor will I forget your kind assistance, Your Ladyship. Debts must be paid.

Interrogation Room B, CNB Headquarters, Singapore, Sunday 8:05 PM
Williams entered the room, and all eyes turned to him.
“Gentlemen. I’m afraid I have some disappointing news. Cooperation in naming Barbara Moore is no longer required. Therefore we have no further need to torture this young girl.”
Disappointment was reflected in the cruel faces around the room.
“However, there is nothing to prevent us from having just a little more fun as a reward for all the hard work we’ve put in today.”
Sadistic smiles broke out on all.
“As you may know, Miss Jones was a virgin until Jimmy Rogers forced himself on her a week ago. You may also recall that, during our questioning, I’d probed her sexual background. She claimed never to have allowed a boy to touch her ‘below.’ Though she had experimented with a little masturbation, she didn’t think she had ever orgasmed.”
All were staring as the stretched, sweating body of the beautiful girl, imaging her in the throes of sexual release.
“I think it is only fair that we provide her with a little sex education before we send her to death row.”
Grunts of agreement and high-fiving went around the room.

“First, I think the Senor Santiago should give us a full demonstration of what his vaginal and anal probes can do to stimulate and hurt an innocent young girl.”
El gusto es mio,” replied the electrician. “Do you have something special in mind.
“Oh, Yes,” replied Keefer, and he proceeded to explain precisely what he wanted.
No hay problema,” smiled Manuel. He turned to the computer and entered several instructions. The Deputy ordered the guard to remove all the straps holding Amanda down, leaving only the wrist and ankle cuffs as restraints. Then he pulled the rubber bit. “We want to hear every sound you make, dear princess,” he whispered in her ear.
Amanda had been too out of it to catch what had been said about the interrogation being over. She still feared even worse pain. With the powerful stimulant coursing through her veins, she was beside herself with fear.

[Redacted] Apartments, Singapore, Sunday, 8:15 AM
Trixie Thomson finished her shower and was performing her evening ritual of cleaner and moisturizer. Sitting, naked, at her vanity and looking at herself, she had the usual critical female view of her appearance. Her hair was too wildly red and too curly to control. Her freckles were a significant embarrassment. Her breasts were much too big, and her skin was over pale. She thought back to the previous night and wondered how someone as handsome, educated, and cultured as Mr. Hodges would have any interest in such a girl.
Trixie had worked so long and hard to rise above her background. However, there was no way to deny that she was so much lower class then the dashing lawyer. She knew that he was far too cultivated ever to think it, but she couldn’t help the term, ‘trailer park trash’ from flashing in her mind. All this just increased her admiration for him and his kind concern for her.
Remembering their time together in the hotel room with the mind-blowing sex, she felt a little warmth grow between her legs. Jeffrey was, by far, the best lover she’d ever had. Trixie was not inexperienced by any means. But Jeffrey had shown her several wonderful, new pleasures. Not the least of which was that spanking!
As a child, Trixie was well-behaved and never was physically punished. Therefore, when Jeffrey had pulled her over his knee and begun to spank her full bottom lightly, she had been surprised and shocked. Not the least of her discomfort was that he would be staring at her butt, which she knew was MUCH too big! But, beyond that, she had been astounding to find that her already great sexual arousal grew even more intense.
Trixie’s mind drifted toward a future encounter with Jeffrey. She hoped it would include more and more intense spanking.
 
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twonines

Senator
Amanda`s bravery was "above and beyond"
To their vilest tortures she did not respond.
Williams and Santiago,who once broke Eulalia,
Are men not accustomed to admitting failure.
Williams from his debt to RBG`s been released,
That doesn`t mean Amanda`s torture has ceased.
With the fiery current,a couple more surges,
Then they`ll indulge the most basic of urges.
 

Fossy

Tribune
Amanda`s bravery was "above and beyond"
To their vilest tortures she did not respond.
Williams and Santiago,who once broke Eulalia,
Are men not accustomed to admitting failure.
Williams from his debt to RBG`s been released,
That doesn`t mean Amanda`s torture has ceased.
With the fiery current,a couple more surges,
Then they`ll indulge the most basic of urges.
How damned inconsiderate of the Jones girl to tire out her punishers like that. That girl deserves to be probed :)

What a hot scene that is PrPr - and the little vignette of T-T-T (Trailer-Trash-Trixie) sitting at her vanity was also very striking ;) loved it all.

Here we see Trix contemplating her too-big breasts, her HUGE bottom and of course, the delectable Mr Hodges ...
 

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