Fossy
SEXPIOGENTUS
Four gorgeous ladies and all in danger ... oh how I love a little (or in this case a lot of) sensual peril ... I can feel an explosive, climactic culmination being moved towards ... great stuff!A long, eventful, and pivotal Monday, April 8, 2019, comes to an end. I apologize for the long post, but many threads needed to be woven.
Seratus Dua Puluh Lima – Three Days 23 Hours
Infirmary, Changi Prison, Singapore, Monday 1:39 PM
Dr. Liú finished wrapping tape around Barbara’s midsection to ease her pain and aid her breathing. No bones were broken, but the bruising was extensive and painful. She applied a plaster to where she had bit her lip.
There was less she could do for the internal bruising. Without being told, she knew that it was caused by those monsters raping Moore with their nightsticks. That was just intolerable, thought Chunhua. Discipline was needed in prison, but that was obscene and beyond the pale.
The Doctor told herself that she would use her new-found favor with the Commandant to mitigate this senseless and misogynistic abuse!
Minister’s Office, Ministry of Home Affairs, Singapore, Monday, 2:06 PM
Josephine Shanmugam sat and stared at the phone. What was this all about, she thought? Of course, she’d had to agree to the Guards’s Commander's request that she speak to those detectives, “to further their investigation.” Professional courtesy demanded it. But what were they after? Those two ‘bulldogs,’ as Rut referred to them, must still be chasing their tails around. This case should be ended - Rogers was dead - his partner knew nothing. There was nothing to lead them elsewhere, no matter what wild suspicions they harbored. That little slut, at the center of it all, was convicted and sentenced. The case should be closed.
Jo resolved she would give these two keystone cops a chance to ask their silly questions. Then she would profess her ignorance of any of it and send them on their way.
Still, she wondered, why did they continue to bother?
Jo picked up the phone and dialed Rut’s number. She should be told.
Cell, Death Row, Changi Prison, Monday, 2:50 PM
The guards unceremoniously dumped Amanda in her cell. Wearing only her torn blouse, hands cuffed behind, collared and leashed, the girl crawled to the thin straw-filled mat on the floor that served as a bed and lay on her side with her knees to her chest and cried. Every joint in her body screamed with pain from the horrible position she’d been in for over two hours. The cane blows still stung and burned, and her vagina was raw and still oozing the Commandant’s cum.
When she had been able to look around, she saw a tiny, windowless 8X8 ft. room with grey-painted cinderblock walls. There was a steel basin and commode, a slowly turning ceiling fan, and she was lying on a thin mat with a little stuffing, maybe an inch thick, lying directly on the hard stone floor. That was everything in her new, small world.
Infirmary, Changi Prison, Singapore, Monday 2:55 PM
Chunhua Liú dialed the Commandant’s office.
“Yes, Dr. Liú. How is Miss Moore doing?”
“She’s coming along. There was no permanent damage, but extremely painful nonetheless.”
“Patch her up as best you can. I will have the guards move her back to her cell this evening. She has a special appointment in the morning.”
“Yes, Sir. But, I would advise careful treatment.”
“Naturally. Now, why did you call me? I’m sorry, but I’m quite busy.”
“Commandant, I would like to see you privately to inform you of a disturbing incident in the prison that happened today.”
“Really! Is it still ongoing, or has it stopped?”
“It is stopped, at least for the moment.”
“Good, Then it is not required that I address it this moment. I am swamped with urgent matters right now. Can we meet at 10:30 in the morning, in my office?”
“Why, yes. If we have to wait that long. I…”
“Good. No other choice right now. See you then, Doctor. I appreciate your concerns for the good of Changi.” Abruptly, he hung up.
Chunhua set down the phone. What was so important that he couldn’t see her?
Minister’s Office, Ministry of Home Affairs, Singapore, Monday, 3;30 PM
“Yes, Your Ladyship. Yes, I understand completely. You can count on me, Your Ladyship. No. Oh, God, no, I would never!”
“Yes. Yes, I shall! I assure you I can handle these dolts. They’ll get nothing from me. It’s just a formality, I’m sure. Of course, your Ladyship. I’ll call you as soon as the interview is over. Yes”
As Josephine hung up, she was covered in sweat and shivering slightly. How had it all gone so badly, she asked herself?
Deputy Director’s Office, CNB Headquarters, Monday 3:45 PM
Sergeant Hoa stuck his head in the door.
“Some news chief.”
“Come in, Sergeant. What is it?” Keefer’s opinion of Hoa had risen significantly over the last few days. The man might lack courage, but he followed orders with dogged persistence.
“That sexy redhead that Hodges has been screwing? She’s being sent back to the States. She is leaving on a plane right after midnight.”
“Really? Surprising, but it’s OK. We have all the tapes and surveillance we need in case we want to put the screws to him.”
“Too bad, though,” mused Hoa. “She was a scorching hot piece. I was looking forward to interrogating her. But now she’s safely away.”
“Who says safely?” said Williams with a smile. “I have an idea that should be entertaining. Get me our man in charge of the airport squad on the phone! I think I’ll arrange a little going-away present for the redheaded whore from the Trailer Park.
“Yes, Sir!”
Hodges’s Office, US Embassy Singapore, Monday, 5:00 PM
Jeffrey packed his briefcase and prepared to go home. It had been an incredibly exhausting day with a constant emotional roller coaster. The ups and downs of his hopes for Barbara and Amanda would have been enough to exhaust him by themselves. But adding the unjust, sudden dismissal of his sweet little secretary was more than he was prepared to handle.
Jeffrey hoped that Kathy was having a better day with her pregnancy. It would be good if she had the strength to comfort him for once.
As Hodges went to his car, he thought he might call up Chunhua tomorrow.
Infirmary, Changi Prison, Singapore, Monday 7:00 PM
The guards came for Barbara just after dinner. The handled her gently, but still insisted on cuffing her hands behind and shackling her legs. And, worst, they drew that slimy hood over her head. Using the collar and leash, they led her back to her cell.
Cells, Death Row, Changi Prison, Monday, 10:00 PM
Two women, one 19, one 36, lay on their mats in adjacent cells, watching the ceiling fans turn ever so slowly, barely stirring a breeze in the hot, humid prison air. Both suffered great pain trying to breathe because of recent beatings and sexual assaults. Both knew they were less than four days from death. Though sharing so much, they were not able to comfort each other. Each was alone with her thoughts.
The older woman refused to cry and repeated to herself, “I won’t let those fucking bastards win. I'll get out of this hell-hole of a prison and country somehow! And then I'll expose them all!”
The younger one did weep softly, but also sang softly, under her breath, “I strictly a female female and my future...”
Singapore Changi Airport, Monday, 10:45 PM
Trixie sat gently weeping between two unemotional Marine guards. She wore the dress she’d had put on sixteen hours earlier for work this morning. In her one hand, she held her boarding pass and the luggage ticket. In the other hand were several pages of crumpled paper. Trixie had hurriedly packed all her things at her apartment under the watchful and impatient eyes of the guards. They then drove her to the airport, checked her one suitcase (with, in fact, everything she owned in the world), and entered the waiting area for her flight: Turkish Airlines, via Istanbul to Atlanta, 30 hours total. Then a three-hour layover and an almost two-hour flight to Evergreen, the county seat where Branchwater was located. That was as far as the State Department would pay to take her. She was on her own to get home from there.
Since being hustled out of the Embassy at 2:30, she had not had anything to eat and only sips from the airport water fountain to drink. The Marines had bought themselves big burger meals at the airport on the Embassy dime, but Trixia had only $48 and a little change in her purse for the whole trip home. She had been stretching her funds until she would get her first paycheck on Wednesday, and she’d maxed her one credit card with the yet to be reimbursed expenses of getting to Singapore.
Trixie had been called into Minister Burnside’s office and told, without any preparation, that she was being dismissed and sent home. He said her work was unsatisfactory, and the State Department had no further need of her services. The Minister refused to explain beyond that and immediately called in the guards to escort her from the building. As she’d left the office, Burnside’s secretary, with a look of great sadness, had handed her the papers she still held.
On the ride to her apartment, she had looked at them. They also gave no detail of the reason for her firing. There was extensive boilerplate about her rights (which, as a short-term, probationary employee, were none!). There was an obscure passage referring to her "forfeiting all undisbursed pay, benefits, reimbursements, and emoluments." At the bottom of the last sheet, she read this, added in bold handwriting. “due to this employee’s inferior performance having causing significant embarrassment to the State Department, she is hereby forbidden to ever work again for the US government or any agency thereof!”
Trixie read that again and sobbed. All of her dreams of a government career were destroyed. She was sure this was all because she’d slept with Jeffrey. God! How stupid could she be! The men always got what they wanted, and the girls got screwed. Just like Branchwater
A voice came on the loudspeakers announcing “Passenger Beatrice Thomson, on Turkish Airlines flight 1867 to Istanbul, please report to Inspection station at Gate C53.”
The Marines escorted Trixie to the Gate and the door “Special Inspection” They knocked, and a uniformed security officer appeared. Several other men were in the room. The Marines showed Amanda’s boarding pass, and the man nodded.
“You can go,” he said. “We’ll get Miss Thomson on her flight.” The Marines left, and Trixie was taken into the room.
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