Wednesday - A New Day A-Dawning!
Despite my best efforts, one of the characters insisted on mentioning Trixie. He will be appropriately reprimanded and we shall not hear from her again.
Seratus Tiga Puluh Tujuh – Two days 5 hours
Various locations, Singapore, Wednesday, April 10, 2019
At 6:41 AM, the sun rose over The Republic of Singapore. The day started with light fog and 27.7°C (82°F). Sunny skies were forecast and a high of 34° (93°).
Barbara Moore awoke, stiff as usual from the thin mat on a hard stone floor, but still in the afterglow of getting revenge on that Josephine bitch. After she’d eaten breakfast, Imran appeared and conducted the humiliating inspection. He and the other guards were unusually free in mauling her breasts and deeply probing her orifices.
When they were finished, Imran brought his face close to hers. “You have more work today, bitch. Remember the friend of the Commandant, Mr. An? He has requested you for this afternoon. Be ready to indulge his every whim!” He and the others laughed at this and left the cell. Barbara went and curled up tight on her mat. Mr. An. God! It had been hell with him last time!
Amanda woke in an infirmary bed after a restless and painful night. He ass and rectum had been on fire. The ointment that the nurse had applied helped, but only slightly. Dr. Liú was expected this morning and might help further. However, Amanda dreaded her next bowel movement!
Chunhua Liú reluctantly dragged herself out of bed. Her ass and breasts were still sore from the beating they had received the day before. Far worse than the physical pain was the dread and humiliation she felt. In a matter of a few minutes, she had gone from being an independent, rising-star physician to being the sex and pain slave of the Commandant and the Chief Guard.
For the first time in a long while, Chunhua had no enthusiasm as she set off for Changi.
Josephine awoke in her soft bed with the silk sheets but had found no comfort there this last night. The guilt of her screw-ups and the betrayal of mama Rut’s trust weighed heavy on her mind. Her cunt was still sore, but much recovered from yesterday. Her body, however, ached from the numerous, painful welts that she had received.
Today she would probably be arrested. She faced public humiliation and dreadful punishment. All that faded when she thought back to the look of disappointment on mama’s face.
But Josephine Shanmugam was made of stern stuff. She meticulously applied her usual tasteful makeup and, mindful of the Cabinet Meeting today, donned one of her best suits. She would face her disgrace, with her head held high!
When Frost had gotten home last night, he mixed himself a small G&T to celebrate. After savoring it on his patio, he had felt quite tired and went early to bed. Even with only one little drink, Jack had slipped off to sleep almost instantly. When he rose this morning, he felt more refreshed and content than he had in years. He had promised himself he would solve this case, and he had!
At his desk in Changi at an early hour, Commandant bin Osman huddled with his two assistants. They had to complete the details for the two significant events coming up on Thursday and Friday. These would significantly enhance his reputation with the power elite in Singapore and generate a substantial profit!
Ambassador Walkerson sprang from his bed Wednesday morning and went straight to his exercise bike. A leader like Scot needed to stay in top shape.
This morning, before it got too hot, he was playing nine-holes with the British Ambassador at the Singapore Island Country Club. He had been looking forward to playing at the most exclusive golf club in the Republic. Non-members could not play there unless the guest of a member. Membership was a long and challenging process, beyond the reach of transient diplomates. However, in a throwback to the Colonial era, the Club always accepted the current Ambassador from the Court of St. James’s as an ex-officio member.
Scot was relieved that his discussion with President Berbahagia went so well last evening. She was very open to the idea of lessening the sentences and sparing the US embarrassment. She reminded Walkerson that the Singaporean President did not, in practice, have the unlimited pardon powers that the US President enjoyed. Much depended on the recommendation of her Cabinet. It would be difficult to ignore their advice if they gave a strong recommendation either way.
As he got off the bike, winded and sweating, Scot thought of Kathy Hodges. Warming his shower water, he tried to visualized Hodges’ young wife. Burnside's description (backed up by a response from his young assistant, Thompson, to the effect that Kathy was “a hot piece of ass”) made her, in his mind, a very desirable object. Thirteen weeks pregnant? Early pregnancy in women had always occupied a sweet spot in Scot’s set of sexual desires. Was she was as dedicated to her husband’s career as all reported? If so, what might she be willing to do to advance that?
The Ambassador stepped into the stinging flow of the shower and thought of the dinner Thursday night.
Robert Burnside was in the office as early as possible. He wanted to contact his corresponding number in the Ankara Embassy before the man left for the day. Despite the Ambassador’s orders, Robert was going to ask for help for Trixie Thomson. Burnside had felt badly firing her as abruptly as he had, on his boss’s orders. He knew they were leaving her alone and on limited resources. Now she was in such deep trouble. He wanted to talk to his friend before the Ambassador came in.
“Sorry, Robert, there’s nothing I can do,” said the voice on the phone with regret. “The Old Man has forbidden any help or contact. It seems your boss put a bug in his ear about Miss Thomson. I hear that the drug boys have solid evidence of her bringing in a kilo of hash, and they don’t take that lightly. If they decide to prosecute aggressively, it will go very bad for her. Meanwhile, Trixie will be left to the tender mercies of the thugs from the KOM, who have no mercy. I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy. Her only hope is if she has some wealthy friends back in the states who could hire her a top local firm of lawyers.”
“That’s not going to happen,” said Burnside. “She comes from poverty. I tried calling her mother, Trixie's only known contact, but the line had been disconnected for non-payment. No one back home even knows she’s in trouble.”
“Then she better pray to get a kind and gentle KOM officer in charge. But you know the difficulty with that.”
“There aren’t many?”
“There aren’t any!”
Jeffrey Hodges slept late and awoke, snuggled in the arms of his loving wife. Her face was so sweet and innocent, he thought. No one would believe all the dirty things she had submitted to last night. My sex-slave, he thought! In doing so, he felt a stirring in his loins. He kissed her lightly on the cheeks and slipped a hand around to caress her soft, round ass gently. As he did so, he felt a few welts remaining from last night.
Jeffrey wondered how his wife would feel about what he’d done to her. Would he face regrets or recrimination in the bright light of day? He could live with that. It would pass. He would accept a few days of icy treatment for that beautiful night.
He rubbed her ass more, pulling their hips together. His erection now pressed against her belly. Slipping his hand down to her crack and stroking her pussy from behind, he kissed that angelic face again on the soft cheek.
Kathy opened her eyes and smiled at him. “I love you.” She said.
“I love you too,” he said, running her fingers up and down her slit and maneuvering his cockhead closer to her gash.
“Is my Lord still horny this morning?” she said, kissing him lightly on the lips and moving her hand down to cup his balls, drawing a groan.
“Uuhhh. A beautiful sex slave does that to me.”
“Well, this slave wants her Lord to know that last night was wonderful, and,” she gave his balls the lightest squeeze, “while she a bit sore, she’s still his slave. Is there anything else in that bag of tricks of yours?”
"Now that you mention it, there is.” They both smiled.
