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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
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 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 ...
My God! that is Trixie!!! Do you have more - PM me, please
 

Praefectus Praetorio

Brother of the Quill
Seratus Empat Belas– Four Days 15.75 hours

Interrogation Room B, CNB Headquarters, Singapore, Sunday 8:17 PM
Manuel Santiago grabbed a portable game controller that he had adapted to enable him to orchestrate the electrical signals while watching the girl’s reaction.
Atención mis amigos. We shall begin with the anal probe on the lowest setting with a slow in and out cycle for the rings.” He pressed a button, and Amanda groaned as her hips began to rise and gently twist.
“A level of #1 after all she’s been through does not hurt very much. However, the pulsing in and out of the shocks does give her a feeling of being, how do you say, ass-fucked.”
“No, please. No!” the girl moaned at the unwanted stimulation of her rear.
After Amanda’s hips had settled into a regular twisting, Manuel announced,
“Now, I shall add the same #1 to her coño.” He pressed a button, and a small cry escaped the girl’s lips.
“The level is also low. However, I have synced the motion of the pulses. It now seems to Miss Jones that both probes are slowly pushing in and then out of both holes simultaneously.
“God! God, no! Stop it!”
“As you hear, the current is low and allows her to speak normally. That will change. I’ll increase the speed a little.”
Amanda arched slightly, and the motion of her hips speeded significantly up.
Santiago further explained. “The same lower level, just a bit faster. With the two probes locked in the identical cycle, it feels like she had two amantes, moving in sync in her, but with cocks that hurt. The combined shocks are painful, but not enough to overcome the erotic stimulation.”
The men around the girl watched with fascination as her mouth opened soundlessly, and her body arched slightly upward. Her hips now were rotating slowly.”I will go to #2 and boost the speed a little.”
“Oh, my God!” she managed to say at last. “Get it out!” It’s moving! It hurts! What are you doing to me?”
“It appears that you were correct about her lack of experience, Sir,” Manuel said, looking to Williams. “These are feelings she experiencing for the first time in a mostly pleasurable way. I shall continue these and increase the speed before layering on more dolor.” He rotated a dial on the controller, and Amanda arched higher, and her hips began to pump in earnest.
“This is my speed control,” he pointed out. “I can instantly change the speed of the pulses and drive her up toward orgasm and suddenly bring her back again.”
To demonstrate, he began rotating the dial back and forth. As he did do, Amanda would surge upwards in her bonds, twist her hips lewdly, and then subside and be able to breathe again.
Over the next few minutes, Santiago drove Amanda to the brink of orgasm three times, only to slow the stimulation and let her return without release.

Williams impatiently made a sign to the electrician, who nodded.
“Now, I shall increase the current, increase the pain. It will be only #3, but it will be mucho pain. And it will make her más difícil to be aroused. But the power of the pulses will overcome that as she becomes used to the burning of la Electricidad.
When he dialed up the increase in power, Amanda screamed, “Stop! Oh, God! It’s tearing me up!”
“She’s exaggerating, of course,” said Manuel. But the current flowing through her sensitive membranes indeed causes her muscles to contract and clamp around the probes. This gives a false feeling of tearing. However, it also intensifies the feeling of a large member filling and fucking her – as you will now see.”
He dialed up the speed, and Amanda’s screams soon morphed in moans and groans of combined pain and passion.

Manuel looked around and saw his fellows mesmerized by Amanda’s sexy gyrations. The Chilean loved playing to an audience.
“Pay close attention, amigos. I shall gradually increase both the strength and speed. I’ll attempt to balance them so that she’s driven to orgasm at a mucho high pain level.”
After they heard that, there wasn’t a man in the room without a full erection!

Over the next several minutes, the electrician carefully tweaked the dials upward, drawing cries of ever-increasing pain from Amanda’s lips and stimulating ever wilder arching and bucking and thrusting of her hips with desire.
Higher and higher, the torturer turned the dials, the bound girls shrieked and incoherently begged and cried, but to no avail. Her pelvic thrusts were rapid and continuous, and her body seemed stretched in one tight coil, and sweat sprayed off her body from her violent motions.
The electrician smiled and pointed toward her hips and belly. “There it comes. I’ll give a little tweak to her nipples and belly with #4!” he said triumphantly, as he added electric fire to her navel and nipples. Amanda, shivering in pain, arched her hips as high as possible and pumped her loins as a climax was ripped from her. Amanda had lost all control of her mind and body.

After forcing the young girl through almost a minute of constant orgasmic pumping, Manuel turned down the knobs, allowing her to sink back on the steel bedframe gradually. When he had shut it down, Amanda collapsed like a rag doll on the steel frame, sweating and panting like a racehorse.

Deputy Director Williams announced to the men, “Gentlemen. I invite you to take your last shot at the little slut. She is ready and eager for more sex. Unfortunately, tomorrow, we must hand her over to the gentle care of Changi Prison.

Hotel Swissôtel The Stamford, Singapore Sunday, 11:20 PM
Jeffrey Hodges took the elevator to the Lobby and walked on unsteady legs to the taxi stand. He collapsed into the back seat of a cab and asked for the Marina Bay Sands. As the taxi whisked him through the post-midnight streets of Singapore, Jeffrey’s exhausted brain flashed back through his sexual conquests of the last several days.

A most welcome re-connection with the submissive Chunhua on Thursday Night had been better than he had dreamed. The energetic affair with Charlotte on Saturday Morning drove him to an unanticipated fever of passion as he beat her luscious body. The glorious Saturday Night and Sunday morning with Trixie, almost constant love-making over several hours, had left him exhausted. Then, the short but sweet encounter with china-doll Chynna this afternoon had been like a delectable dessert. And, finally, a vigorous session with Josephine up until a few minutes ago that wore out his arm and other parts.

This review made Hodges aware that so much of his recent sex involved S&M. Chunhua had introduced him to it, but Charlotte begged to be beaten and was a total pain-slut. Though Trixie seemed to have no experience that way, a light spanking seemed to turn her on. Perhaps he could guide her into a submissive, pain, enduring role? Chynna seemed willing for anything. And Josephine – Yes, Josephine was a confirmed masochist. Before a month ago, he had never connected pain or domination with sex. Now, he found it difficult to imagine sex without it.

Back at his hotel, Hodges stripped and fell asleep moments after his head struck the pillow. Unfortunately, this didn’t allow him time to leave a wakeup call.

Holding Cell CNB Headquarters, Sunday 11:59 PM
Amanda had lay stock ever still since the guards had dragged her limp and trembling body back to her cell and thrown her, unceremoniously onto the cot. The young woman had curled up into a ball, sobbing.
The memory of the torture and pain was horrible. What ate at her mind was the shame of how that machine had forced her to orgasm to entertain those devils. Then, the rapes afterward. She felt like a piece of meat. Like a slut!


So Sunday comes to an end. Amanda has survived the torture. She didn't break. But at what cost? Jeffrey completed a truly Homeric feat of sexual domination and conquest. But how much good did he really do his clients?
The weekend is over and the new week should bring many new happenings.
 

Barbaria1

Rebel Leader
Staff member

Fossy

Tribune
Seratus Empat Belas– Four Days 15.75 hours

Interrogation Room B, CNB Headquarters, Singapore, Sunday 8:17 PM
Manuel Santiago grabbed a portable game controller that he had adapted to enable him to orchestrate the electrical signals while watching the girl’s reaction.
Atención mis amigos. We shall begin with the anal probe on the lowest setting with a slow in and out cycle for the rings.” He pressed a button, and Amanda groaned as her hips began to rise and gently twist.
“A level of #1 after all she’s been through does not hurt very much. However, the pulsing in and out of the shocks does give her a feeling of being, how do you say, ass-fucked.”
“No, please. No!” the girl moaned at the unwanted stimulation of her rear.
After Amanda’s hips had settled into a regular twisting, Manuel announced,
“Now, I shall add the same #1 to her coño.” He pressed a button, and a small cry escaped the girl’s lips.
“The level is also low. However, I have synced the motion of the pulses. It now seems to Miss Jones that both probes are slowly pushing in and then out of both holes simultaneously.
“God! God, no! Stop it!”
“As you hear, the current is low and allows her to speak normally. That will change. I’ll increase the speed a little.”
Amanda arched slightly, and the motion of her hips speeded significantly up.
Santiago further explained. “The same lower level, just a bit faster. With the two probes locked in the identical cycle, it feels like she had two amantes, moving in sync in her, but with cocks that hurt. The combined shocks are painful, but not enough to overcome the erotic stimulation.”
The men around the girl watched with fascination as her mouth opened soundlessly, and her body arched slightly upward. Her hips now were rotating slowly.”I will go to #2 and boost the speed a little.”
“Oh, my God!” she managed to say at last. “Get it out!” It’s moving! It hurts! What are you doing to me?”
“It appears that you were correct about her lack of experience, Sir,” Manuel said, looking to Williams. “These are feelings she experiencing for the first time in a mostly pleasurable way. I shall continue these and increase the speed before layering on more dolor.” He rotated a dial on the controller, and Amanda arched higher, and her hips began to pump in earnest.
“This is my speed control,” he pointed out. “I can instantly change the speed of the pulses and drive her up toward orgasm and suddenly bring her back again.”
To demonstrate, he began rotating the dial back and forth. As he did do, Amanda would surge upwards in her bonds, twist her hips lewdly, and then subside and be able to breathe again.
Over the next few minutes, Santiago drove Amanda to the brink of orgasm three times, only to slow the stimulation and let her return without release.

Williams impatiently made a sign to the electrician, who nodded.
“Now, I shall increase the current, increase the pain. It will be only #3, but it will be mucho pain. And it will make her más difícil to be aroused. But the power of the pulses will overcome that as she becomes used to the burning of la Electricidad.
When he dialed up the increase in power, Amanda screamed, “Stop! Oh, God! It’s tearing me up!”
“She’s exaggerating, of course,” said Manuel. But the current flowing through her sensitive membranes indeed causes her muscles to contract and clamp around the probes. This gives a false feeling of tearing. However, it also intensifies the feeling of a large member filling and fucking her – as you will now see.”
He dialed up the speed, and Amanda’s screams soon morphed in moans and groans of combined pain and passion.

Manuel looked around and saw his fellows mesmerized by Amanda’s sexy gyrations. The Chilean loved playing to an audience.
“Pay close attention, amigos. I shall gradually increase both the strength and speed. I’ll attempt to balance them so that she’s driven to orgasm at a mucho high pain level.”
After they heard that, there wasn’t a man in the room without a full erection!

Over the next several minutes, the electrician carefully tweaked the dials upward, drawing cries of ever-increasing pain from Amanda’s lips and stimulating ever wilder arching and bucking and thrusting of her hips with desire.
Higher and higher, the torturer turned the dials, the bound girls shrieked and incoherently begged and cried, but to no avail. Her pelvic thrusts were rapid and continuous, and her body seemed stretched in one tight coil, and sweat sprayed off her body from her violent motions.
The electrician smiled and pointed toward her hips and belly. “There it comes. I’ll give a little tweak to her nipples and belly with #4!” he said triumphantly, as he added electric fire to her navel and nipples. Amanda, shivering in pain, arched her hips as high as possible and pumped her loins as a climax was ripped from her. Amanda had lost all control of her mind and body.

After forcing the young girl through almost a minute of constant orgasmic pumping, Manuel turned down the knobs, allowing her to sink back on the steel bedframe gradually. When he had shut it down, Amanda collapsed like a rag doll on the steel frame, sweating and panting like a racehorse.

Deputy Director Williams announced to the men, “Gentlemen. I invite you to take your last shot at the little slut. She is ready and eager for more sex. Unfortunately, tomorrow, we must hand her over to the gentle care of Changi Prison.

Hotel Swissôtel The Stamford, Singapore Sunday, 11:20 PM
Jeffrey Hodges took the elevator to the Lobby and walked on unsteady legs to the taxi stand. He collapsed into the back seat of a cab and asked for the Marina Bay Sands. As the taxi whisked him through the post-midnight streets of Singapore, Jeffrey’s exhausted brain flashed back through his sexual conquests of the last several days.

A most welcome re-connection with the submissive Chunhua on Thursday Night had been better than he had dreamed. The energetic affair with Charlotte on Saturday Morning drove him to an unanticipated fever of passion as he beat her luscious body. The glorious Saturday Night and Sunday morning with Trixie, almost constant love-making over several hours, had left him exhausted. Then, the short but sweet encounter with china-doll Chynna this afternoon had been like a delectable dessert. And, finally, a vigorous session with Josephine up until a few minutes ago that wore out his arm and other parts.

This review made Hodges aware that so much of his recent sex involved S&M. Chunhua had introduced him to it, but Charlotte begged to be beaten and was a total pain-slut. Though Trixie seemed to have no experience that way, a light spanking seemed to turn her on. Perhaps he could guide her into a submissive, pain, enduring role? Chynna seemed willing for anything. And Josephine – Yes, Josephine was a confirmed masochist. Before a month ago, he had never connected pain or domination with sex. Now, he found it difficult to imagine sex without it.

Back at his hotel, Hodges stripped and fell asleep moments after his head struck the pillow. Unfortunately, this didn’t allow him time to leave a wakeup call.

Holding Cell CNB Headquarters, Sunday 11:59 PM
Amanda had lay stock ever still since the guards had dragged her limp and trembling body back to her cell and thrown her, unceremoniously onto the cot. The young woman had curled up into a ball, sobbing.
The memory of the torture and pain was horrible. What ate at her mind was the shame of how that machine had forced her to orgasm to entertain those devils. Then, the rapes afterward. She felt like a piece of meat. Like a slut!


So Sunday comes to an end. Amanda has survived the torture. She didn't break. But at what cost? Jeffrey completed a truly Homeric feat of sexual domination and conquest. But how much good did he really do his clients?
The weekend is over and the new week should bring many new happenings.
"But how much good did he really do his clients?" The fact that he actually giving this any thought at all sums Jeffrey up perfectly! The answer of course is a big fat nada!

But the narrative describing the guards 'fun' with Amanda - was like a college lecture in itself ... brilliant! So freaking hot!
 

Praefectus Praetorio

Brother of the Quill
Monday. A most busy day with all our actors moving hurriedly as the execution date draws near. The opening act is a bit long, but could not be split even for a cliffhanger!

Seratus Lima Belas– Four Days 3.75 hours

Marina Bay Sands Singapore, Monday April 8, 2019 8:18 AM
Jeffrey Hodges rolled over in the incredibly plush bed in his hotel room and glanced at the clock through half-open eyes. 8:18!
OH MY GOD! He’d overslept. He was supposed to be at Changi in twelve minutes. There was no time for a shower or shave or even a quick coffee. He threw on his clothes from last night and bolted for the door. He found a taxi at the stand and pleaded for the driver to make it to Changi Prison as soon as possible. Checking his watch, it was already 8:27 when they pulled out into the Monday morning rush.

Cell, Death Row, Changi Prison, Monday 8:20 AM
Chief Imran and two guards entered Barbara’s cell just after breakfast.
“Come on, princess,” he said. “The Commandant has arranged a special show, and you are the honored guest.” They cuffed he wrists behind and drew the stinking hood over her head. Additional straps were used to force her forearms tight behind, thrusting her breasts out. A tug on her leash moved the naked woman from her cell and into a dark stumble down the hall.

US Embassy, Singapore, Monday 8:25 AM
Trixie got to the office a few minutes early this Monday. She felt like her feet were walking on air. She had the most wonderful boss in the world - kind, gentle, caring. Jeffrey had taken such a sweet interest in making her feel welcome and helping her fit into the job. Trixie would do anything for the man!
After checking for phone messages, she headed for the mailboxes to see if anything had come in over the weekend for Mr. Hodges.

Observation Room, Changi Prison, 8:28 AM
Barbara was led, still hooded, into a small room. The guards seated her in a chair. They drew her arms behind the backrest and pulled them firmly down until they could fix the cuffs to a hook on the back of the chair seat. They then strapped her knees to the front corners and her feet to the chair legs.
Imran removed her hood. As Barb gasped for breath after the fetid air of the hood, she saw she was in a bare room facing a large blank monitor and speakers.
“Don’t worry, princess,” the chief said. The guest is a little late, but the show will start at any minute.

US Embassy, Singapore, Monday 8:39 AM
Trixie opened the official-looking envelope marked “Jeffrey Hodges, Esq.” As she began to glance at the document, it took her breath away. She rushed to her desk and dialed Jeffrey’s cell number.
“The cell phone user you have dialed is not accepting calls right now. Please leave a message or try again later,” said the cheerful phone company recording.
He must have his phone off! Trixie thought. She left an urgent message and then sat and worried. This was terrible news!

Changi Prison, Singapore, Monday 8:40 AM
Hodges hurried out of the cab and toward the prison entrance. As he walked along, he turned off his phone. After coming late, he didn’t want to also insult the Commandant by being interrupted by a call.
He was admitted at once and followed a guard to the administrative offices.

Commandant’s Office, Changi Prison, Singapore, Monday 8:45 AM
Mamat rose and came around his desk to greet his visitor. He extended his hand in a hearty shake and brushed of Jeffrey’s apologies for lateness.
“It is perfectly alright, Mr. Hodges. I have just been catching up on some paperwork. Please. Have a seat.” The immaculately dressed Major was surprised by his visitor’s frazzled and unkempt appearance. Politely, he offered him a cup of coffee. Jeffrey eagerly accepted.
After two steaming cups of coffee were brought in and pleasantries exchanged, Mamat pressed a button under his desk that activated the hidden camera and the feed to the monitor in the observation room. He wanted Barbara to see and hear what was going on in the office.

Observation Room, Changi Prison, 8:48 AM
The monitor in front of Barbara sprang to life. She saw the Commandant’s office with Mamat sitting at his desk and in a chair in front of the desk, Jeffrey Hodges.
“Jeffrey, you’re here!” exclaimed Barbara with joy. It had been too long since she’s seen her lawyer. She hoped he was meeting with the Major to win better treatment for her, if not supporting her appeal.
The two men were sipping coffee and exchanging small talk. God, that coffee looked good! It had been so long since she’s had a good cup! Then Barb noticed Jeffrey’s surprisingly slovenly appearance. She recalled the old saying, ‘something the cat dragged in.’ What was wrong? The handsome lawyer was usually so elegantly casual.

Commandant’s Office, Changi Prison, Singapore, Monday 8:49 AM
Jeffrey paused from savoring the rich brew and raised the purpose of the meeting.
“On Saturday, I raised with you certain inappropriate and even illegal actions that have been inflicted on Miss Moore here at Changi. I have here a list of requests for her future improved treatment. Besides, I wish you to lend your support to her Presidential appeal for clemency.
Have you had a chance to review the charges?”

Observation Room, Changi Prison, 8:50 AM
You tell him, Jeffrey! Get me out of this stinking shithole!” Suddenly, Barb looked around to see if the guards took offense at her statement. But they just stood quietly, smiling.

Commandant’s Office, Changi Prison, Singapore, Monday 8:51 AM
“Yes, Mr. Hodges, I have. You do realize that they are a single anonymous source and uncorroborated?”
“I do. However, I think we can agree that a public release of the charges would be most embarrassing to the prison.”
“Perhaps. Though, unsupported, the charges will quickly be forgotten. However, speaking of public embarrassment, there is something that I would like you to see that is well documented and supported.” The Commandant indicated a large monitor on the sidewall, positioned so that Barbara could see it clearly on her monitor. Immediately a video with sound began to play.
Jeffrey glanced casually at the screen. In a moment, however, his eyes were riveted on the video. It began with a closeup of Charlotte on her knees, sucking a dick. The camera moved back and up to the man being ‘serviced.’ Jeffrey’s face, grimaced in passion, appeared in closeup. As he called the woman things like whore and slut and bitch, the camera focused on his hand, whipping the girl’s back and butt violently with a crop.
Jeffrey’s mouth dropped open, and his breath almost stopped when the video jumped to the next scene of him, whipping Charlotte’s now bloody breasts.

Observation Room, Changi Prison, 8:56 AM
Barbara also sat transfixed as she watched the professionally edited video, move from camera to camera, showing her lawyer’s extreme beating of a Charlotte and then brutally fucking her.

Commandant’s Office, Changi Prison, Singapore, Monday 8:58 AM
After about two minutes, the monitor went black, and the Commandant spoke.
“I wonder what the consequences would be, of a public release of the more extended version, it goes for twelve minutes, Mr. Hodges. How would your wife react to your little perverted dalliance with Charlotte? I understand she is having a difficult pregnancy already. I fear this might be a lot for her to take in her condition.
Oh. I also wonder what would your superiors at the Embassy think of their attorney engaging in such, shall we say, kinky action/ In my experience, diplomates tend to hate public embarrassment.”
When bin Osman ceased speaking, there was total silence in the office.

Observation Room, Changi Prison, 8:59 AM
In the observation room, by contrast, Barbara was yelling and cursing incoherently at the stupidity of her lawyer. Fortunately, the rooms were well-separated, and no sound came to the office.

Commandant’s Office, Changi Prison, Singapore, Monday 9:01 AM
When Jeffrey managed to speak, it was a pathetic stutter, “I…I…No…No…You can’t!”
“I can, Mr Hodges. But I would prefer not to – I have no desire to hurt you - but I can. Unless you destroy that list of charges and cause no more trouble for me and the prison, I will destroy your marriage and your career, and your total reputation.”

Observation Room, Changi Prison, 9:03 AM
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” screamed Barbara at the monitor. “You idiot! Shit-brained idiot! No, cock-brained idiot! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Arrrrrggghhh!!! How could you be so stupid!!!”

Commandant’s Office, Changi Prison, Singapore, Monday 9:04 AM
Jeffrey babbled in a whine. “I…Oh shit! That tape can never be seen! My wife! My job!”
“And it doesn’t need to be seen, Jeffrey,” said Mamat in his most soft and soothing voice. Destroy all records of those charges.”
Jeffrey buried his face in his hands and wept for a full minute. When he stopped, he looked up, red-eyed at the Major. In a voice of defeat, he said, “I shall do as you say.”

Observation Room, Changi Prison, 9:05 AM
Barbara just stared unbelieving at the monitor. “No, no, no, no!” she screamed over and over, slowly fading to just a soft, defeated whisper.

Commandant’s Office, Changi Prison, Singapore, Monday 9:06 AM
“A most wise choice, Mr. Hodges. I am confident that we can put this unpleasant affair behind us.”
The Commandant rose and came around the desk to take Jeffrey’s hand. “A deal, we shake on it?”
Jeffrey reluctantly returned the handshake. “Yes, an agreement.”
“Fine. I have arranged for you to spend a few minutes with your client now,” Mamat gave a knowing wink toward the hidden camera and Barbara watching, as he placed his hand of Hodges’s back and gently ushered him to the door. “My assistant will take you to her now. I should see you next on Friday.”
 

Fossy

Tribune
Monday. A most busy day with all our actors moving hurriedly as the execution date draws near. The opening act is a bit long, but could not be split even for a cliffhanger!

Seratus Lima Belas– Four Days 3.75 hours

Marina Bay Sands Singapore, Monday April 8, 2019 8:18 AM
Jeffrey Hodges rolled over in the incredibly plush bed in his hotel room and glanced at the clock through half-open eyes. 8:18!
OH MY GOD! He’d overslept. He was supposed to be at Changi in twelve minutes. There was no time for a shower or shave or even a quick coffee. He threw on his clothes from last night and bolted for the door. He found a taxi at the stand and pleaded for the driver to make it to Changi Prison as soon as possible. Checking his watch, it was already 8:27 when they pulled out into the Monday morning rush.

Cell, Death Row, Changi Prison, Monday 8:20 AM
Chief Imran and two guards entered Barbara’s cell just after breakfast.
“Come on, princess,” he said. “The Commandant has arranged a special show, and you are the honored guest.” They cuffed he wrists behind and drew the stinking hood over her head. Additional straps were used to force her forearms tight behind, thrusting her breasts out. A tug on her leash moved the naked woman from her cell and into a dark stumble down the hall.

US Embassy, Singapore, Monday 8:25 AM
Trixie got to the office a few minutes early this Monday. She felt like her feet were walking on air. She had the most wonderful boss in the world - kind, gentle, caring. Jeffrey had taken such a sweet interest in making her feel welcome and helping her fit into the job. Trixie would do anything for the man!
After checking for phone messages, she headed for the mailboxes to see if anything had come in over the weekend for Mr. Hodges.

Observation Room, Changi Prison, 8:28 AM
Barbara was led, still hooded, into a small room. The guards seated her in a chair. They drew her arms behind the backrest and pulled them firmly down until they could fix the cuffs to a hook on the back of the chair seat. They then strapped her knees to the front corners and her feet to the chair legs.
Imran removed her hood. As Barb gasped for breath after the fetid air of the hood, she saw she was in a bare room facing a large blank monitor and speakers.
“Don’t worry, princess,” the chief said. The guest is a little late, but the show will start at any minute.

US Embassy, Singapore, Monday 8:39 AM
Trixie opened the official-looking envelope marked “Jeffrey Hodges, Esq.” As she began to glance at the document, it took her breath away. She rushed to her desk and dialed Jeffrey’s cell number.
“The cell phone user you have dialed is not accepting calls right now. Please leave a message or try again later,” said the cheerful phone company recording.
He must have his phone off! Trixie thought. She left an urgent message and then sat and worried. This was terrible news!

Changi Prison, Singapore, Monday 8:40 AM
Hodges hurried out of the cab and toward the prison entrance. As he walked along, he turned off his phone. After coming late, he didn’t want to also insult the Commandant by being interrupted by a call.
He was admitted at once and followed a guard to the administrative offices.

Commandant’s Office, Changi Prison, Singapore, Monday 8:45 AM
Mamat rose and came around his desk to greet his visitor. He extended his hand in a hearty shake and brushed of Jeffrey’s apologies for lateness.
“It is perfectly alright, Mr. Hodges. I have just been catching up on some paperwork. Please. Have a seat.” The immaculately dressed Major was surprised by his visitor’s frazzled and unkempt appearance. Politely, he offered him a cup of coffee. Jeffrey eagerly accepted.
After two steaming cups of coffee were brought in and pleasantries exchanged, Mamat pressed a button under his desk that activated the hidden camera and the feed to the monitor in the observation room. He wanted Barbara to see and hear what was going on in the office.

Observation Room, Changi Prison, 8:48 AM
The monitor in front of Barbara sprang to life. She saw the Commandant’s office with Mamat sitting at his desk and in a chair in front of the desk, Jeffrey Hodges.
“Jeffrey, you’re here!” exclaimed Barbara with joy. It had been too long since she’s seen her lawyer. She hoped he was meeting with the Major to win better treatment for her, if not supporting her appeal.
The two men were sipping coffee and exchanging small talk. God, that coffee looked good! It had been so long since she’s had a good cup! Then Barb noticed Jeffrey’s surprisingly slovenly appearance. She recalled the old saying, ‘something the cat dragged in.’ What was wrong? The handsome lawyer was usually so elegantly casual.

Commandant’s Office, Changi Prison, Singapore, Monday 8:49 AM
Jeffrey paused from savoring the rich brew and raised the purpose of the meeting.
“On Saturday, I raised with you certain inappropriate and even illegal actions that have been inflicted on Miss Moore here at Changi. I have here a list of requests for her future improved treatment. Besides, I wish you to lend your support to her Presidential appeal for clemency.
Have you had a chance to review the charges?”

Observation Room, Changi Prison, 8:50 AM
You tell him, Jeffrey! Get me out of this stinking shithole!” Suddenly, Barb looked around to see if the guards took offense at her statement. But they just stood quietly, smiling.

Commandant’s Office, Changi Prison, Singapore, Monday 8:51 AM
“Yes, Mr. Hodges, I have. You do realize that they are a single anonymous source and uncorroborated?”
“I do. However, I think we can agree that a public release of the charges would be most embarrassing to the prison.”
“Perhaps. Though, unsupported, the charges will quickly be forgotten. However, speaking of public embarrassment, there is something that I would like you to see that is well documented and supported.” The Commandant indicated a large monitor on the sidewall, positioned so that Barbara could see it clearly on her monitor. Immediately a video with sound began to play.
Jeffrey glanced casually at the screen. In a moment, however, his eyes were riveted on the video. It began with a closeup of Charlotte on her knees, sucking a dick. The camera moved back and up to the man being ‘serviced.’ Jeffrey’s face, grimaced in passion, appeared in closeup. As he called the woman things like whore and slut and bitch, the camera focused on his hand, whipping the girl’s back and butt violently with a crop.
Jeffrey’s mouth dropped open, and his breath almost stopped when the video jumped to the next scene of him, whipping Charlotte’s now bloody breasts.

Observation Room, Changi Prison, 8:56 AM
Barbara also sat transfixed as she watched the professionally edited video, move from camera to camera, showing her lawyer’s extreme beating of a Charlotte and then brutally fucking her.

Commandant’s Office, Changi Prison, Singapore, Monday 8:58 AM
After about two minutes, the monitor went black, and the Commandant spoke.
“I wonder what the consequences would be, of a public release of the more extended version, it goes for twelve minutes, Mr. Hodges. How would your wife react to your little perverted dalliance with Charlotte? I understand she is having a difficult pregnancy already. I fear this might be a lot for her to take in her condition.
Oh. I also wonder what would your superiors at the Embassy think of their attorney engaging in such, shall we say, kinky action/ In my experience, diplomates tend to hate public embarrassment.”
When bin Osman ceased speaking, there was total silence in the office.

Observation Room, Changi Prison, 8:59 AM
In the observation room, by contrast, Barbara was yelling and cursing incoherently at the stupidity of her lawyer. Fortunately, the rooms were well-separated, and no sound came to the office.

Commandant’s Office, Changi Prison, Singapore, Monday 9:01 AM
When Jeffrey managed to speak, it was a pathetic stutter, “I…I…No…No…You can’t!”
“I can, Mr Hodges. But I would prefer not to – I have no desire to hurt you - but I can. Unless you destroy that list of charges and cause no more trouble for me and the prison, I will destroy your marriage and your career, and your total reputation.”

Observation Room, Changi Prison, 9:03 AM
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” screamed Barbara at the monitor. “You idiot! Shit-brained idiot! No, cock-brained idiot! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Arrrrrggghhh!!! How could you be so stupid!!!”

Commandant’s Office, Changi Prison, Singapore, Monday 9:04 AM
Jeffrey babbled in a whine. “I…Oh shit! That tape can never be seen! My wife! My job!”
“And it doesn’t need to be seen, Jeffrey,” said Mamat in his most soft and soothing voice. Destroy all records of those charges.”
Jeffrey buried his face in his hands and wept for a full minute. When he stopped, he looked up, red-eyed at the Major. In a voice of defeat, he said, “I shall do as you say.”

Observation Room, Changi Prison, 9:05 AM
Barbara just stared unbelieving at the monitor. “No, no, no, no!” she screamed over and over, slowly fading to just a soft, defeated whisper.

Commandant’s Office, Changi Prison, Singapore, Monday 9:06 AM
“A most wise choice, Mr. Hodges. I am confident that we can put this unpleasant affair behind us.”
The Commandant rose and came around the desk to take Jeffrey’s hand. “A deal, we shake on it?”
Jeffrey reluctantly returned the handshake. “Yes, an agreement.”
“Fine. I have arranged for you to spend a few minutes with your client now,” Mamat gave a knowing wink toward the hidden camera and Barbara watching, as he placed his hand of Hodges’s back and gently ushered him to the door. “My assistant will take you to her now. I should see you next on Friday.”
Wow what an episode! What a roller coaster for Barb! Well Jeffrey - your extreme infidelity was always destined to end like this ...

... Personally I think the only option open to Mr Hodges now is to run away from everything with his Trailer-Trash-Tramp!

But wait ... what important trinket of information has young Miss Tralier-Park discovered?

Can't wait for the next episode. Loved it PrPr!
 
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Barbaria1

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“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” screamed Barbara at the monitor. “You idiot! Shit-brained idiot! No, cock-brained idiot! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Arrrrrggghhh!!! How could you be so stupid!!!”

And that’s milktoast mild compared to what he’ll be hearing from me when they bring him in to see me!

:mad::mad::mad::mad::mad::mad::mad::mad::mad::mad:

Masterful episode, PrPr!

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Praefectus Praetorio

Brother of the Quill
It has been a long while, but we finally get the emotional reunion between Barbara and Jeffrey.

Seratus Enam Belas– Four Days 2.75 hours

Hallway, Changi Prison, Singapore, Monday 9:11 AM
Jeffrey staggered out of the Commandant’s office in a daze, to be greeted by Mamat’s assistant in the anteroom. He, in turn, led the lawyer out into the hallway to take him to meet with his client, Barbara Moore.
Hodges’ mind, still foggy from the crazy rushed morning, was frantically trying to process the disaster that had overtaken him. He seemed to have made a mistake in accepting Charlotte’s ‘gratitude.’ Now, Bin Osman had him under his thumb. He had no choice but to drop the whole abuse complaint. Barbara would be at the jailors’ mercy until her execution on Friday.
Jeffrey succeeded somewhat in consoling himself, hoping that Josephine would recommend mercy to the Cabinet. As Minister of Home Affairs, her opinion would be guaranteed to sway that body. Plus, he had the Ambassador’s good offices to help with the President. Yes, he told himself. I have good news for Barbara.
As Hodges walked uncertainly down the hallway, he was trying to frame words to gently indicate to Barbara that his attempts to use her revelations to help her had not been entirely successful. There was, of course, no need to tell her the whole story. That would just needlessly upset her pretty little head. Suddenly, Hodges was thankful for the high-security interview setup at Changi. It would place him and Barbara in separate rooms, conversing via video and audio feed with a time delay. He was grateful that this setup would limit the ability of Barbara to dig deeper into what had just happened.
Jeffrey sighed. He had come up short in helping Barbara with her treatment in prison. But that was really a minor issue. He had saved his marriage and career. And he had high hopes that his other actions would save Barb’s life.

Observation Room, Changi Prison, Monday 9:12 AM
As the assistant ushered him into the observation room, Jeffrey was surprised to see Barbara there, in person. She was naked and chained to a chair with her arms pulled down behind the chair back, and her legs strapped wide open. She wore a collar with metal rings and had a dog leash attached. Three guards were standing behind her. He recognized the center guard as Awang, the chief guard at the canings. He was unable to fully take it all in, including that he was allowed in the same room as a naked, sexy Moore, before she exploded in a volcanic torrent of abuse:

“You God-damn moron! You fucking Idiot! Can’t you keep your dick in your pants? How could you fuck with the slut, Charlotte, when it could endanger my life? Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! YOU FUCKING FOOL!!!!” Moore spat out her abuse on Hodges.
Barbara’s rant went on much longer and farther than I have reported. She used several terms with which the writer is unfamiliar and urged Jeffrey to undertake certain acts, which, in at least two cases, appear to be anatomically impossible.
Once her initial verbal assault on her lawyer wound down, she sat, pouting as he tried in vain to justify his actions. Every few moments, she would scream out - Fuck! Or Shit! or Bastard!
Jeffrey, totally unprepared for this situation, stammered that he had hoped to get additional evidence from Charlotte to back up Barb’s claims. But the trustee had forced him, against his will, into the sexual contact.
At that, the fiery brunette again exploded even louder than before. “FORCED YOU????? “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” screamed Barbara at Jeffrey. “You expect me to believe that? FORCED YOU? To whip her tits bloody? You shit-brained, lying, idiot! Do you think at all? Or do you follow your dick everywhere? Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! You played right into their trap. I took a big risk getting the information to you, and you just pissed it all away! And it was all because you think with your fucking dick! Cut it off! Here let me. I’ll bite it off for you,” Barbara said with venom, showing her teeth. “You’ll be a better lawyer. Come on – everyone else shoves their dick in my mouth without an invitation. I’ll give you a blow job you’ll never forget. Your LAST one!”

Jeffrey shivered at the threat and his client's extreme bitterness. Try as he might, he made no progress in calming Moore. After several minutes, he checked his watch. God, No, he thought. I’m going to be late to meet Amanda!
After more futile efforts to communicate rationally with his client, Jeffrey was forced to excuse himself.
“I’m sorry, Barbara, but I need to go help Amanda; she’s been arrested.”
“AMANDA! Right, Hodges! I’m stuck in this hell-hole, facing a death sentence, and you have to run off to hold the slutty cheerleader’s hand! Did she get picked up streetwalking? That must be the only thing that empty-headed whore knows! Does she did ‘splits’ for you, you bastard? Do cheerleaders know unique blow jobs? Does the little tramp put out as good as Charlotte?”
Jeffrey moved sheepishly to the door. As he retreated from the room, he heard Barb’s angry words following him,

“Do you whip her tiny breasts, too?”

Chief Inspector’s Office, Parliamentary Guards HQ, Monday, 9:25 AM
Jack Frost stuck his head in the door and was warmly greeted by Chief Inspector, Musa bin Ibrahim.
“Come, in, my friend. Some coffee? I have some fine Arabian already made.”
”That would be lovely,” Jack replied. “A proper change after standard police battery acid coffee.” Musa buzzed his assistant and ordered a fresh cup.
“Any word?” asked Frost with a hopeful smile.
“I have been promised all results and backup documentation before noon.”
“That will just have to do then,” commented Frost, noticing Musa’s very shapely assistant come with his coffee. He avoided staring, but only with great effort. After waiting for her to close the door, he asked, “How did you get such a bird?”
“The luck of the draw. I just came in one day, and Aakriti was there at the desk. She is a sweet bit of eye-candy, isn’t she? The name in Tamil means ‘shape.’ Appropriate, isn’t it?”
“Without a doubt, Luv. You’re a bachelor, you told me. Ever make a play for her?”
“Don’t I wish! But that would be most improper for a superior to make a ‘play’ for his assistant. Disgusting, in fact!”
“Couldn’t agree more, Luv.” He held up his mug, “But I’ll drink to eye-candy!”

Observation Room, Changi Prison, Monday 9:28 AM
Barbara continued to spew venom at Jeffrey even after the door closed behind him. As she ran out of vile epithets, she realized that Imran and another guard had moved to stand, menacingly, in front of her. It took only a moment more for Barbara to observe, with horror, that they had taken out their truncheons.

“ ‘Get me out of this stinking shithole!’ That doesn’t sound as if you appreciate all we do for you.” sneered Imran.

“Oh, my God! I didn’t mean that! It just came out. Please, I’m sorry!”

Taxi leaving Changi Prison, Singapore, Monday 9:31 AM
Jeffrey looked anxiously at his watch. The traffic was hellish. He was going to be late for meeting Amanda at the Central Narcotics Bureau. He pulled out his phone and turned it on. He needed to call Trixia and have her get in touch with Deputy Director Williams and advise him that Hodges would be late. He felt an obligation to the man; he had watched out for poor Amanda over the weekend.
When the phone opened up, Jeffrey saw three phone messages from Trixie marked urgent. He called her immediately.
“Oh, Mr. Hodges. An envelope from the CNB was delivered to you yesterday at 6 AM.”
“What? Why wasn’t I told?”
“It wasn’t marked urgent. Just personal and important. You know the weekend staff here. The receptionist simply logged it in and placed it in your mailbox.”
“Shit. What’s in it?”
“I took the liberty, sir, of opening it. I am your confidential secretary, after all.”
“Yes, quite right, Trixie. What does it say?”
“It says that Amanda Jones was to be put o trial at 10 AM, Sunday, yesterday, for drug-dealing and other charges. It invites you to appear in her defense.”
“No way! They had the trial, and I wasn’t there!”
“So it seems, sir.”
“Read me the whole piece, slowly. Driver, please get me to the CNB as quickly as possible. Trixie, go ahead,”
As Trixie read the notice and charges, Jeffrey’s heart sank even lower.
 
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