Seratus Empat Puluh Dua – One Day, 2.8 Hours
Commandant’s Office, Changi Prison, Singapore, Thursday, 9:12 AM
Commandant bin Osman, seated at his desk, and Chief Guard Awang, standing at ease by his side, both drank in the captivating sight of Barbara and Amanda standing, naked and chained, before them. The girls had been given strict orders to remain silent and to stand at attention.
Looking first at one sexy woman and then at the other, neither could immediately chose a favorite.
Barbara’s more mature and more full figure seemed made to wear chains particularly well. Her soft, curvy body seemed contrasted and emphasized by the sleek, rigid metal, snaking around her breasts, tummy, and tight little.
Amanda, on the other hand, seemed incredibly slight and vulnerable in her bonds. Her small tits and tiny waist gave the appearance of a one much too young for these cruel shackles. But her swelled hips and full, rounded butt seemed to invite the abuse promised by chains.
“Unhood them,” came the command from Mamat, and the guard standing behind each girl pulled off her hood, leaving her blinking at the sudden light.
After a few moments, the girls turned toward each other and almost simultaneously gave gasps of recognition.
“It’s you, Miss Moore!” exclaimed Amanda, not very articulately. The girl was dumbfounded by being inches away from her idol.
“Amanda Jones. What the hell are you doing here?”
Mamat looked at Imran and quipped, “Moore, refined as always.” They both laughed.
Barbara had taken a dislike to Amanda the moment she’d first seen her, dressed like a slut (Barb thought) and sitting too close to Jeffrey at Barb’s trial. The moment that Barb had laid eyes on the tall, blond, incredibly handsome lawyer, she’d wanted him all to herself. The fresh young assistant who repeatedly whispered legal items to Jeffrey instantly seemed a rival. Hearing the girl’s happy-talk cheerfulness and then learning that she had been a (despised by Barbara) cheerleader, Barb’s hatred had become fixed. This feeling wasn’t reduced when Jeffrey seemed to be worrying more about Amanda’s well-being than Barb’s.
Barbara looked back at the Commandant and remarked snidely, “What’s the little slut in here for, streetwalking?”
“You are a source of endless amusement, Miss Moore,” said the Commandant. “We will miss you when you’re dead.” His reference to her impending execution did wipe the smug expression off Barb’s face.
“No, Miss Jones has been convicted of drug-dealing and sentenced to death. She will be impaled and hanged alongside you tomorrow.”
Understanding that little Amanda would suffer the same fate, Barb suddenly became more sober. Nevertheless, she had a last dig, “Does she get caned like I did?”
“No. That is not part of the sentence.”
“That’s not fair,” Barb raised her voice. “She should get what I got! IT'S NOT FAIR!”
“Your generous spirit does you proud, Barbara. But it is not my call. What is my call is the reason you two are here this morning. I have arranged for some very wealthy guests to be here today. I am sad to say that they shall be the last to sample your charms, ladies. They will be here at eleven. You will begin the proceedings by performing together, a hot and heavy lesbian session, with every bit of girl-on-girl action possible. After that, you will both make your bodies available to their every desire.”
Barbara, inured by now to the outrageous sexual demands of the Commandant, said nothing. She was still pouting over her unfair treatment versus Amanda.
Amanda, still new to the official abuse practiced in this prison, was shocked that the refined and cultured Commandant would order such immoral and illegal action.
“How dare you expect us to do that? No way, Sir! That’s disgusting!”
Mamat nodded to the guard behind the petite girl. That man, in turn, slammed his truncheon into her side, causing her to fall, writhing, to the floor.
“You have much to learn in a short time, little one,” bin Osman said with sadness in his voice. “I had thought that the reaming of your ass when you came here would have taught you a lesson.”
“Get her up,” he said to the guard. The man grabbed Amanda’s arms and stood her on her feet, still gasping in pain.
Mamat turned to Imran. “Some simple discipline for the young slut. She must be broken.”
Imran smiled and stepped forward. He gestured to the guard to pin Amanbda’s arms back and proceeded to drive his truncheon, blunt end first, into her middle three times. He nodded, and the guard allowed the girl to collapse on the floor, coughing and retching. They all stood and watched her agony for a minute or so. Then the guard stood her up again.
“Feel free to do anything else you deem necessary with the bitch, Awang. But have my guests spare her asshole. I have spoken to the doctor and agree that it must be allowed more time to heal.”
“At least until tomorrow, Sir,” remarked the Chief Guard.
“Yes,” smiled Mamat. “At least until tomorrow. Take them away and get them ready.”
Phone Call between Guards Commander and CNB Deputy Director, Thursday, 9:20 AM
WAK: Deputy Williams, Rut Betar-Gisber, suggested to me that we talk.
KW: She made the same suggestion to me.
WAK: We are considering the possibility of returning your agent to you for punishment and preventing negative publicity about the incident.
KW: That would be most appreciated on our end. We already have too many people spreading criticism of the CNB, calling us ‘plain-shirt police’ and saying we shout harsh profanities on the street and beat up suspects in public. Some have even said that, at first glance, you’d think that we are the gangsters.
WAK: Yes, you seem to have received some open criticism recently.
KW: And we don’t need anymore. We will be most grateful to work with you to avoid any here.
WAK: We, however, reserve the right to determine the exact punishment he receives.
KW: That is acceptable. What action would you expect in return for being so cooperative?
WAK: We wonder if the drug-dealing charges leveled at Miss Moore and used to convict Miss Jones may have been, shall we say, slightly exaggerated?
KW: Certainly, over-zealous agents may get carried away in their desire to protect the public and, therefore, sometimes may overcharge a suspect. We could conduct a review of both situations and have a response to you later today.
WAK: That is an excellent idea. We can have our details of the required punishment for your agent to you in the same timeframe.
KW: I look forward to speaking with you again, Colonel.
WAK: And I with you, Deputy.
Entertainment Suite, Changi Prison, Thursday, 9:59 AM
The guards brought Barbara and Amanda to a luxuriously furnished suite near the Commandant's office. It looked more like a large living room than a prison chamber. Two matrons were waiting.
Imran waved the chained girls in, saying, “Your performance stage, Ladies.”