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

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We've been ploughing through avidly reading all this verbosity this enthralling story just waiting for this bit.
You'll have to wait for much verbosity, I'm afraid. I am encountering some blockage (I need to eat more fiber) and new posting are coming along very slowly. I hope to have one tomorrow, but there could be more days without one.
 
"That's Entertainment!"

Seratus Empat Puluh Tiga – One Day, 2.8 Hours

Entertainment Suite, Changi Prison, Thursday, 9:25 AM
The guards removed all of the chains and shackles. As the girls stood, rubbing the sore marks from the hard metal, Imran said, “These matrons will prepare you for your penultimate performance. See Miss Moore. I am not as ignorant as you suppose. Today, in private, penultimate – tomorrow, on the gallows before a TV audience, ultimate.” He laughed at his own erudition and then sat down to chat with his guards as the matrons took over the preparation.

They led the two naked girls into a well-appointed bathroom off the main chamber. There they directed the two to twin showers. It had been a long time since either Barbara or Amanda had enjoyed the luxury of a private shower, and they both were happy to do so now. Moisturized shower soaps and scented oils were an unexpected luxury.
After they had enjoyed an extended time in the hot shower, they were given soft, fluffy towels to dry. Then the matrons applied scented moisturizing cream over their entire bodies. In addition to leaving the skin soft and supple, the residually cream gave a slight oiled glow to the bodies. The matrons then sat them at two dressing tables with mirrors, did their hair, and applied light make-up as the girls directed. Though neither Barb nor Amanda wore a lot of make-up or attempted to look highly fashionable, the pampering and the ability to look more presentable were much appreciated after living in their own filth in tiny cells.
After the make-up, the matrons gave the girls outfits and helped them dress. Barb’s was blue and Amanda’s pink. The fabrics were utterly sheer. The entire costume consisted of a light bra and g-string panties and over those a sheer teddy that stopped at the middle of the ass. The outfits were topped off with a matching hairband with a bridal veil behind. The matrons explained that the two were supposed to be a lesbian couple on their wedding night. They said this idea was erotic to some since same-sex activity was banned in Singapore, let alone couple rights or marriage.
The preparation was completed at about a quarter to eleven. Imran dismissed the matrons, and two young trustees, dressed in the prison’s revealing French Maid outfits entered. They went to the bar in the corner and began preparations to serve the guests.

“You girls have about fifteen minutes,” said Awang. “I’ll leave you alone to plan your show. But I warn you – if it isn’t hot and it doesn’t look like you are passionate lovers, I’ll take my nightstick to the both of you.”
Amanda shivered in fear with her tummy still cramping in pain from the beating he’d given her in the Commandant’s office. She turned to Barbara, “Miss Moore, are they really going to make us do a sex show for some strangers? Isn’t that illegal?”
Barbara stared at the nineteen-year-old cheerleader. Could she still be this innocent and naïve? She almost made one of her cutting putdown remarks but held her tongue at the last moment. Calculating the risks, Barb realized she would suffer as much as Amanda if the show weren’t satisfactory.
“Look, Amanda. Listen to me. I’ve been in this (she dropped her voice to a whisper) shit-bag of a country for seven weeks, and I’ve spent a month in this hell-hole of a prison. I can assure you they can do anything they want to you, and they know how to hurt you beyond your worst nightmares. I pray that somehow we are not executed tomorrow, though I can’t imagine how it will be prevented. But today, I don’t want to have Imran come after me with that truncheon of his. Let’s try to give them a good show and please the guests, and maybe they’ll let us go back to our cells with no further torture.”
“I guess that’s OK, if you say so, Miss Moore. I trust you absolutely and will follow your lead. Gosh, I can’t believe that you’ve held up so well all that time in here. You’ve got to be the strongest, bravest person I’ve ever met. Were you a cheerleader in High School?”
Barbara fought down her gag reflex and stifled the choice insult she longed to use. “No, I wasn’t. I’ve just always been a rebel. Standing up to unfairness only comes naturally to me.”
“I can see that, Miss Moore. Gee, it’s so great! That’s why you are my hero!”
“Look, girl. If we are going to be executed tomorrow, I think you can call me by my first name.”
“It will be an honor, Miss – Oh! Silly me! Barbara!”

Barbara stared for a while in complete disbelief that such a person existed. Then a wave of relief swept over her. She could use Amanda’s hero-worship and youth to guide her to perform the show for the guests and avoid punishment. Quickly Barb laid out a plot for Amanda and discussed some of the specific actions involved. Barb tried not to react when Amanda’s blue eyes went wide open, hearing some of the things her hero proposed. But she nodded her head and repeated, “Yes, Miss Moore!”
‘Miss Moore!’ They were going to be sucking each other’s pussys in a few minutes, and Amanda was still speaking as if Barb was her High School Civics instructor!!
Barbara went over the details as carefully as she could to get Amanda to understand what to do. All too soon, two strangers in casual civilian clothes entered the suite. Imran directed them to the bar. Over the next few minutes, three more arrived. Once they were seated on the five couches arranged facing the ‘stage’ area, the Chief Guard stepped to the front and announced the show.

“Gentleman, on behalf of Commandant Bin Osman, I welcome you to the Entertainment Suite of Changi Prison. We have arranged a most unique and delicious performance for you. Barbara Moore,” he indicated Barb, “and Amanda Jones,” he gestured toward the short blonde, “will be executed at noon tomorrow.” There were several murmurs. “They have agreed to perform on last time in a little impromptu sex show for you. Afterward, they will welcome you for as much sexual activity as you require.” The men gave expressions of appreciation. “We can assure you that the girls will have no carnal knowledge after this session today. Therefore, you have the rare opportunity to be the last one to fuck these bitches. You shall be the last sexual experience of their lives.” Expressions of surprise and amazement rose. The offer had an overwhelming stimulative effect on the men.
“OK, Barbara and Amanda, time for your show.” Imran returned to the rear of the room, and two spotlights were turned up to illuminate the pair brightly.
 
Barbara stared for a while in complete disbelief that such a person existed.

By now I think I’ve seen everything, but Amanda ... the original Cheerleader Chump ... can anyone possibly be that dumb? ... remains beyond belief. :confused:
 
"That's Entertainment!"

Seratus Empat Puluh Tiga – One Day, 2.8 Hours

Entertainment Suite, Changi Prison, Thursday, 9:25 AM
The guards removed all of the chains and shackles. As the girls stood, rubbing the sore marks from the hard metal, Imran said, “These matrons will prepare you for your penultimate performance. See Miss Moore. I am not as ignorant as you suppose. Today, in private, penultimate – tomorrow, on the gallows before a TV audience, ultimate.” He laughed at his own erudition and then sat down to chat with his guards as the matrons took over the preparation.

They led the two naked girls into a well-appointed bathroom off the main chamber. There they directed the two to twin showers. It had been a long time since either Barbara or Amanda had enjoyed the luxury of a private shower, and they both were happy to do so now. Moisturized shower soaps and scented oils were an unexpected luxury.
After they had enjoyed an extended time in the hot shower, they were given soft, fluffy towels to dry. Then the matrons applied scented moisturizing cream over their entire bodies. In addition to leaving the skin soft and supple, the residually cream gave a slight oiled glow to the bodies. The matrons then sat them at two dressing tables with mirrors, did their hair, and applied light make-up as the girls directed. Though neither Barb nor Amanda wore a lot of make-up or attempted to look highly fashionable, the pampering and the ability to look more presentable were much appreciated after living in their own filth in tiny cells.
After the make-up, the matrons gave the girls outfits and helped them dress. Barb’s was blue and Amanda’s pink. The fabrics were utterly sheer. The entire costume consisted of a light bra and g-string panties and over those a sheer teddy that stopped at the middle of the ass. The outfits were topped off with a matching hairband with a bridal veil behind. The matrons explained that the two were supposed to be a lesbian couple on their wedding night. They said this idea was erotic to some since same-sex activity was banned in Singapore, let alone couple rights or marriage.
The preparation was completed at about a quarter to eleven. Imran dismissed the matrons, and two young trustees, dressed in the prison’s revealing French Maid outfits entered. They went to the bar in the corner and began preparations to serve the guests.

“You girls have about fifteen minutes,” said Awang. “I’ll leave you alone to plan your show. But I warn you – if it isn’t hot and it doesn’t look like you are passionate lovers, I’ll take my nightstick to the both of you.”
Amanda shivered in fear with her tummy still cramping in pain from the beating he’d given her in the Commandant’s office. She turned to Barbara, “Miss Moore, are they really going to make us do a sex show for some strangers? Isn’t that illegal?”
Barbara stared at the nineteen-year-old cheerleader. Could she still be this innocent and naïve? She almost made one of her cutting putdown remarks but held her tongue at the last moment. Calculating the risks, Barb realized she would suffer as much as Amanda if the show weren’t satisfactory.
“Look, Amanda. Listen to me. I’ve been in this (she dropped her voice to a whisper) shit-bag of a country for seven weeks, and I’ve spent a month in this hell-hole of a prison. I can assure you they can do anything they want to you, and they know how to hurt you beyond your worst nightmares. I pray that somehow we are not executed tomorrow, though I can’t imagine how it will be prevented. But today, I don’t want to have Imran come after me with that truncheon of his. Let’s try to give them a good show and please the guests, and maybe they’ll let us go back to our cells with no further torture.”
“I guess that’s OK, if you say so, Miss Moore. I trust you absolutely and will follow your lead. Gosh, I can’t believe that you’ve held up so well all that time in here. You’ve got to be the strongest, bravest person I’ve ever met. Were you a cheerleader in High School?”
Barbara fought down her gag reflex and stifled the choice insult she longed to use. “No, I wasn’t. I’ve just always been a rebel. Standing up to unfairness only comes naturally to me.”
“I can see that, Miss Moore. Gee, it’s so great! That’s why you are my hero!”
“Look, girl. If we are going to be executed tomorrow, I think you can call me by my first name.”
“It will be an honor, Miss – Oh! Silly me! Barbara!”

Barbara stared for a while in complete disbelief that such a person existed. Then a wave of relief swept over her. She could use Amanda’s hero-worship and youth to guide her to perform the show for the guests and avoid punishment. Quickly Barb laid out a plot for Amanda and discussed some of the specific actions involved. Barb tried not to react when Amanda’s blue eyes went wide open, hearing some of the things her hero proposed. But she nodded her head and repeated, “Yes, Miss Moore!”
‘Miss Moore!’ They were going to be sucking each other’s pussys in a few minutes, and Amanda was still speaking as if Barb was her High School Civics instructor!!
Barbara went over the details as carefully as she could to get Amanda to understand what to do. All too soon, two strangers in casual civilian clothes entered the suite. Imran directed them to the bar. Over the next few minutes, three more arrived. Once they were seated on the five couches arranged facing the ‘stage’ area, the Chief Guard stepped to the front and announced the show.

“Gentleman, on behalf of Commandant Bin Osman, I welcome you to the Entertainment Suite of Changi Prison. We have arranged a most unique and delicious performance for you. Barbara Moore,” he indicated Barb, “and Amanda Jones,” he gestured toward the short blonde, “will be executed at noon tomorrow.” There were several murmurs. “They have agreed to perform on last time in a little impromptu sex show for you. Afterward, they will welcome you for as much sexual activity as you require.” The men gave expressions of appreciation. “We can assure you that the girls will have no carnal knowledge after this session today. Therefore, you have the rare opportunity to be the last one to fuck these bitches. You shall be the last sexual experience of their lives.” Expressions of surprise and amazement rose. The offer had an overwhelming stimulative effect on the men.
“OK, Barbara and Amanda, time for your show.” Imran returned to the rear of the room, and two spotlights were turned up to illuminate the pair brightly.
Gotta love a prison with its own entertainment suite ... The girls are ready ... can't wait!

Barb’s was blue and Amanda’s pink.jpeg
 
I am sure that my readers share my own revulsion and disgust at these two innocent young women being threatened into non-consensual sexual conduct. I had considered just skipping over this section and reporting its completion to spare us all the indignity of watching such an evil spectacle. However, loyalty to the writing process requires that I give the necessary detail. This is shorter than normal and I shall be posting less often as I struggle to write about this abhorrent scene.

Seratus Empat Puluh Empat – One Day, 1 Hour

Cell, Parliamentary Guards Headquarters, Singapore, Thursday, 11:00 AM
The matron escorted Josephine back to her cell

The meeting with Zhang Wei Chan had gone pretty much as she’d expected. The man had a steel-trap mind for the criminal law. He methodically went through everything in the police interviews (they’d supplied him with a full transcript). He told Josephine that he’d rarely seen police be so meticulous in their work. They had “dotted every ‘i’ and crossed every ‘t,’” he said. The court orders and warrants were without a flaw, and the documentation of the evidence was immaculate.
“Simply put, Miss Shanmugam,” he said toward the end of the session, “Between the forensic evidence and your detailed confession, there is no possible defense against the charges. I have said this to a client only a few times in my entire career. Your best course of action is to plead guilty and appeal to the court for mercy based on your public service record.”
Josephine had immediately agreed.
Then Chan added, tentatively. “I must ask, Miss Shanmugam, in my obligation to defend you - was anyone else involved in any of these crimes? The authorities have already offered a reduction in sentence if you would supply such information. I urge you to think of your interests here.”
“No one,” said Jo firmly. “It was all on my part.”
“That is a pity for you, then.”
Chan had left to file the papers.

Before leaving the cell, the matron handed her the lunch menu. The choices were limited, and Josephine was still not thinking of food much. She ordered the tuna salad sandwich on wheat and a glass of sweetened iced tea. The matron thanked her and left.

Jo sat on her cot and stared at the wall. She whispered to herself. “Don’t worry, mama. No one else will be hurt, I promise!”

Entertainment Suite, Changi Prison, Thursday, 11:05 AM
Amanda stood frozen as the five guests, three guards, and two trustees all turned their undivided attention to the sex show. Barbara took the lead and turned to Amanda. Placing her hand under the girl's chin, she raised Amanda’s face toward her’s (she did stand almost six inches taller) and kissed her ever so lightly on the lips. With her light freckles and soft blonde bob, Barb felt an erotic feeling arise, looking into the sky-blue eyes.
A second kiss, this one longer, with more pressure and lips becoming wet, followed. Then a third kiss and Barbara thrust her tongue in Amanda’s mouth. The younger girl’s eyes shot wide open, and she gave a tiny cry of surprise. Never had she imagined kissing another woman this way! But, despite her shock, the sensual feel of Barb’s talented tongue in her mouth began to awaken her senses. Soon she was returning the kiss in kind and even tentatively exploring Moore’s mouth with her tongue.

Barbara had no trouble turning on her sexual feelings. Despite her repulsion of Amanda’s cheerleader innocence, the girl's sweet mouth and dreamy eyes were a powerful stimulant. She wrapped her arms around Amanda and pulled their two warm bodies together. After some hesitation, Amanda did the same. But while Barb was already caressing her bubble ass, Amanda kept her hands on non-intimate parts.
The sight of the two scantily-clad girls kissing passionately had already excited the audience. Now, as Barb’s hands mauled Amanda’s perfect butt, the men could hardly wait to get their hands on it (though they had been warned that her anal passage was off-limits).

Aroused by building passion and desire to please the guards, Barbara let her hands rove freely over Amanda’s youthful body. She broke off the kiss for a moment to grasp Amanda’s thin teddy and pull it swiftly over her head. There was scattered applause for the further revealing of the young girl. Barb wordlessly encouraged Amanda to do likewise. In the twinkling of an eye, both teddys were gone leaving only the most skimpy and transparent coverings on the sexy women.
Barbara went right back to kissing Amanda, deeper and more passionately. As she thrust her tongue deep into the other’s mouth, their wet lips drooled with lust. Amanda was beginning to be highly aroused from the stimulation of Barb’s hand and mouth, and she started to be more forward with her own hands in caressing the body of this woman she so admired. The two sank to their knees together as their legs became weak.
Barb reached behind Amanda’s back and unhooked the bra strap. She peeled the gossamer fabric off and immediately fixed her lips on one of the tiny pink nipples.
Amanda had tried to remain disengaged up until now. However, this assault on her highly-sensitive nub forced her to cry out in arousal. She laid a hand, and the back of Barb’s head to press her mouth tighter into the nipple whispered loud enough for all to hear. “Yes, Yes. I can’t help it! That feels so good!”
After a few minutes of alternating between the two little nipples, Barbara pulled back and removed her own bra. There were gasps of appreciation throughout the room as the full, shapely breasts came entirely into view, and the sexy, tumescent nipples stuck out with desire.
Despite her moral hesitation, Amanda could not resist the sight of Barbara’s luscious tits. Immediately, she leaned forward and closed her lips around one. Driven by passion and not thought, the girl sucked hard on the turgid nub of love flesh.

Barbara was now so aroused that she forget her jealousy and hatred of the younger girl and allowed herself to be caught up in the passion of the moment. She cried out at the delicious feeling of Amanda's lips sucking hard on her nipple, “God, Yes! You little whore! Suck hard on that nipple! Use your teeth!”
As Amanda used her lips and teeth to arouse and worry the nipple and areola, even more, Barbara reached down and pulled and pinched the young girl’s pink nubs. Amanda’s reluctance long gone in the heat of the passion she felt in her loins. The audience was being treated to two beautiful young women, going after each other’s bodies with gusto!

There was another fantasy of arousal going through the audience. With the more than fifteen-year age difference and Amanda’s young-looking for her age face and body, it was easy to imagine that one was watching an incestuous coupling of a mother and daughter.


Sorry. I can just imagine how trying it must have been to be forced to read that. Try to imagine what it was like for me to write it!
 
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I am sure that my readers share my own revulsion and disgust at these two innocent young women being threatened into non-consensual sexual conduct. I had considered just skipping over this section and reporting its completion to spare us all the indignity of watching such an evil spectacle. However, loyalty to the writing process requires that I give the necessary detail. This is shorter than normal and I shall be posting less often as I struggle to write about this abhorrent scene.

Seratus Empat Puluh Empat – One Day, 1 Hour

Cell, Parliamentary Guards Headquarters, Singapore, Thursday, 11:00 AM
The matron escorted Josephine back to her cell

The meeting with Zhang Wei Chan had gone pretty much as she’d expected. The man had a steel-trap mind for the criminal law. He methodically went through everything in the police interviews (they’d supplied him with a full transcript). He told Josephine that he’d rarely seen police be so meticulous in their work. They had “dotted every ‘i’ and crossed every ‘t,’” he said. The court orders and warrants were without a flaw, and the documentation of the evidence was immaculate.
“Simply put, Miss Shanmugam,” he said toward the end of the session, “Between the forensic evidence and your detailed confession, there is no possible defense against the charges. I have said this to a client only a few times in my entire career. Your best course of action is to plead guilty and appeal to the court for mercy based on your public service record.”
Josephine had immediately agreed.
Then Chan added, tentatively. “I must ask, Miss Shanmugam, in my obligation to defend you - was anyone else involved in any of these crimes? The authorities have already offered a reduction in sentence if you would supply such information. I urge you to think of your interests here.”
“No one,” said Jo firmly. “It was all on my part.”
“That is a pity for you, then.”
Chan had left to file the papers.

Before leaving the cell, the matron handed her the lunch menu. The choices were limited, and Josephine was still not thinking of food much. She ordered the tuna salad sandwich on wheat and a glass of sweetened iced tea. The matron thanked her and left.

Jo sat on her cot and stared at the wall. She whispered to herself. “Don’t worry, mama. No one else will be hurt, I promise!”

Entertainment Suite, Changi Prison, Thursday, 11:05 AM
Amanda stood frozen as the five guests, three guards, and two trustees all turned their undivided attention to the sex show. Barbara took the lead and turned to Amanda. Placing her hand under the girl's chin, she raised Amanda’s face toward her’s (she did stand almost six inches taller) and kissed her ever so lightly on the lips. With her light freckles and soft blonde bob, Barb felt an erotic feeling arise, looking into the sky-blue eyes.
A second kiss, this one longer, with more pressure and lips becoming wet, followed. Then a third kiss and Barbara thrust her tongue in Amanda’s mouth. The younger girl’s eyes shot wide open, and she gave a tiny cry of surprise. Never had she imagined kissing another woman this way! But, despite her shock, the sensual feel of Barb’s talented tongue in her mouth began to awaken her senses. Soon she was returning the kiss in kind and even tentatively exploring Moore’s mouth with her tongue.

Barbara had no trouble turning on her sexual feelings. Despite her repulsion of Amanda’s cheerleader innocence, the girl's sweet mouth and dreamy eyes were a powerful stimulant. She wrapped her arms around Amanda and pulled their two warm bodies together. After some hesitation, Amanda did the same. But while Barb was already caressing her bubble ass, Amanda kept her hands on non-intimate parts.
The sight of the two scantily-clad girls kissing passionately had already excited the audience. Now, as Barb’s hands mauled Amanda’s perfect butt, the men could hardly wait to get their hands on it (though they had been warned that her anal passage was off-limits).

Aroused by building passion and desire to please the guards, Barbara let her hands rove freely over Amanda’s youthful body. She broke off the kiss for a moment to grasp Amanda’s thin teddy and pull it swiftly over her head. There was scattered applause for the further revealing of the young girl. Barb wordlessly encouraged Amanda to do likewise. In the twinkling of an eye, both teddys were gone leaving only the most skimpy and transparent coverings on the sexy women.
Barbara went right back to kissing Amanda, deeper and more passionately. As she thrust her tongue deep into the other’s mouth, their wet lips drooled with lust. Amanda was beginning to be highly aroused from the stimulation of Barb’s hand and mouth, and she started to be more forward with her own hands in caressing the body of this woman she so admired. The two sank to their knees together as their legs became weak.
Barb reached behind Amanda’s back and unhooked the bra strap. She peeled the gossamer fabric off and immediately fixed her lips on one of the tiny pink nipples.
Amanda had tried to remain disengaged up until now. However, this assault on her highly-sensitive nub forced her to cry out in arousal. She laid a hand, and the back of Barb’s head to press her mouth tighter into the nipple whispered loud enough for all to hear. “Yes, Yes. I can’t help it! That feels so good!”
After a few minutes of alternating between the two little nipples, Barbara pulled back and removed her own bra. There were gasps of appreciation throughout the room as the full, shapely breasts came entirely into view, and the sexy, tumescent nipples stuck out with desire.
Despite her moral hesitation, Amanda could not resist the sight of Barbara’s luscious tits. Immediately, she leaned forward and closed her lips around one. Driven by passion and not thought, the girl sucked hard on the turgid nub of love flesh.

Barbara was now so aroused that she forget her jealousy and hatred of the younger girl and allowed herself to be caught up in the passion of the moment. She cried out at the delicious feeling of Amanda's lips sucking hard on her nipple, “God, Yes! You little whore! Suck hard on that nipple! Use your teeth!”
As Amanda used her lips and teeth to arouse and worry the nipple and areola, even more, Barbara reached down and pulled and pinched the young girl’s pink nubs. Amanda’s reluctance long gone in the heat of the passion she felt in her loins. The audience was being treated to two beautiful young women, going after each other’s bodies with gusto!

There was another fantasy of arousal going through the audience. With the more than fifteen-year age difference and Amanda’s young-looking for her age face and body, it was easy to imagine that one was watching an incestuous coupling of a mother and daughter.


Sorry. I can just imagine how trying it must have been to be forced to read that. Try to imagine what it was like for me to write it!
Damn Yes! And that Amanda learns soooo quickly - like a duck to water, or whatever the most appropriate metaphor is :)

Amanda learns quickly.jpeg
 
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Barbara and Amanda do a decent job with an unrehearsed and unscripted performance.
Sorry it's short. I'm having trouble producing.

Seratus Empat Puluh Lima – One Day, 1/2 Hour

Entertainment Suite, Changi Prison, Thursday, 11:30 AM
Barbara felt as if her nipples were about to burst. Amanda’s attention was sending sparks of excitement into her breasts and shocking her brain. Reacting mindlessly to her own passions, Barb allowed her hand to slip down Amanda’s chest, over her little tummy, and then, like a focused laser beam, to cup the girl’s thinly furred pussy. Amanda let out a soft cry, like a kitten seeking its mother as she felt Barb’s fingers stroking the lips and one slipping in the gash. She spread her legs wide to encourage further penetration, lifted her head from Barb’s chest, and fixed her open mouth on her’s with a wet, sloppy kiss.

The drama was moving quickly now, beyond the control or rational thought of either woman. Barb grabbed the thin side strings holding Amanda’s sheer g-string and yanked the brief garment down from over her hips and off her legs. She immediately replaced her hand on the now wet lips, slipped her middle finger in the slit, and slightly penetrated the hot cunt.
Amanda followed suit and did the same with Barb’s. In the twinkling of an eye, both were stark naked. Kneeling together, the women ground their mouths on the others and worked their tongues, teasing and stimulating each other. Hands feverishly worked pulling and pinching nipples and stroking pussies and squeezing asses.
Able to resist the passion no longer, Barbara pushed Amanda down on her back on the softly padded floor and then knelt over the girl in a reversed position. She lowered her head and dipped her tongue for the first time in Amanda’s hot, wet gash. Eagerly, she lapped up the sweet juice of her partner’s pussy while exploring the space between the slit.
Amanda, feeling such passion for the first time in her young life, opened her mouth in a deep groan just as Barb lowered her hips toward the girl’s face. Jones’s aroused desires made her lick the lips so blatantly presented with no thought to right or wrong.

The men surrounding the girls watched, captivated, as the passionate mutual cunnilingus heated up to a fever pitch. With extensive experience at this sapphic love, Barbara used her mouth in ways that Amanda could never imagine, heating the girl to the very brink of climax. Each time she felt her partner’s orgasm approach, she backed off slightly to tease out the excitement and thrill.
Amanda, meanwhile, ignorant of the mysteries of lesbian erotic encounter, made up for her naivete with the enthusiasm of youth as he held Barb’s hips and licked furiously with her tongue. Soon her face was drenched by the gushing flow of Moor’s juices.
By a coincidence of arousal, both girls switched her attention from the other’s wet slit to the semi-hidden nub of desire. Both clitorises were, by now, swollen and prominent, and both responded to the new attention by sending lightning bolts of stimulus through their loins. The feedback loop of increased desire seemed set to reach the breaking point.

When such passioned lingual attention being paid to the hyper-sensitive clitorises, it could not be long before climaxes were achieved. And so it was that their cries became more shrill, their bodies quivered and shook beyond control, and hips pumped with pent-up desire. The heat in the clits tortured their sensual centers, and the women were consumed by irresistible orgasms. Mouths still locked on another’s clit, arms still grasping undulating hips, moans of pleasure rising, they rolled and jerked with involuntary spasms of lust, gasping for breath amid the tremors!
For most of a minute, Barbara and Amanda writhed in each other’s arms, their passion slowly subsiding from the Olympian Peak attained. In the end, they lay, side-by-side, their bodies drenched in sweat, chests and bellies still rising and falling as they gasped to regain oxygen for their depleted bodies.

“OK, Gentlemen,” said the Chief Guard in the quiet stillness that had fallen on the suite. All had become speechless after witnessing the astounding show. “The sluts are, as you can see, fully warmed up now. Two hotter bitches are not to be found. I trust that their performance has served to arouse your passions as well. Please, feel free to sample their many charms!”

A moment of stillness remained as the ‘guests’ contemplated what they might do with two such compliant girls. Then, all five sprang forward like a pack of ravenous hyenas moving in for the kill on a wounded prey.

Cell, Parliamentary Guards Headquarters, Singapore, Thursday, 12 noon
Before leaving, the matron handed her the lunch menu. The choices were limited, and Josephine was still not thinking of food much. She ordered the tuna salad sandwich on wheat and a glass of sweetened iced tea., with a Keto fruit bar for dessert. The matron thanked her for her order and left.
 
Coached by Barb, Amanda has taken her place,
In the Sapphic romp which is proceeding apace.
The girls are only doing what they must
And enflaming the spectators` lust.
In a very different sort of a Nick,
From the menu ,Josephine is taking her pick.
But is there a nasty surprise waiting in store?
Will Praetorio treat her like Barbara Moore?
 
Barbara and Amanda do a decent job with an unrehearsed and unscripted performance.
Sorry it's short. I'm having trouble producing.

Seratus Empat Puluh Lima – One Day, 1/2 Hour

Entertainment Suite, Changi Prison, Thursday, 11:30 AM
Barbara felt as if her nipples were about to burst. Amanda’s attention was sending sparks of excitement into her breasts and shocking her brain. Reacting mindlessly to her own passions, Barb allowed her hand to slip down Amanda’s chest, over her little tummy, and then, like a focused laser beam, to cup the girl’s thinly furred pussy. Amanda let out a soft cry, like a kitten seeking its mother as she felt Barb’s fingers stroking the lips and one slipping in the gash. She spread her legs wide to encourage further penetration, lifted her head from Barb’s chest, and fixed her open mouth on her’s with a wet, sloppy kiss.

The drama was moving quickly now, beyond the control or rational thought of either woman. Barb grabbed the thin side strings holding Amanda’s sheer g-string and yanked the brief garment down from over her hips and off her legs. She immediately replaced her hand on the now wet lips, slipped her middle finger in the slit, and slightly penetrated the hot cunt.
Amanda followed suit and did the same with Barb’s. In the twinkling of an eye, both were stark naked. Kneeling together, the women ground their mouths on the others and worked their tongues, teasing and stimulating each other. Hands feverishly worked pulling and pinching nipples and stroking pussies and squeezing asses.
Able to resist the passion no longer, Barbara pushed Amanda down on her back on the softly padded floor and then knelt over the girl in a reversed position. She lowered her head and dipped her tongue for the first time in Amanda’s hot, wet gash. Eagerly, she lapped up the sweet juice of her partner’s pussy while exploring the space between the slit.
Amanda, feeling such passion for the first time in her young life, opened her mouth in a deep groan just as Barb lowered her hips toward the girl’s face. Jones’s aroused desires made her lick the lips so blatantly presented with no thought to right or wrong.

The men surrounding the girls watched, captivated, as the passionate mutual cunnilingus heated up to a fever pitch. With extensive experience at this sapphic love, Barbara used her mouth in ways that Amanda could never imagine, heating the girl to the very brink of climax. Each time she felt her partner’s orgasm approach, she backed off slightly to tease out the excitement and thrill.
Amanda, meanwhile, ignorant of the mysteries of lesbian erotic encounter, made up for her naivete with the enthusiasm of youth as he held Barb’s hips and licked furiously with her tongue. Soon her face was drenched by the gushing flow of Moor’s juices.
By a coincidence of arousal, both girls switched her attention from the other’s wet slit to the semi-hidden nub of desire. Both clitorises were, by now, swollen and prominent, and both responded to the new attention by sending lightning bolts of stimulus through their loins. The feedback loop of increased desire seemed set to reach the breaking point.

When such passioned lingual attention being paid to the hyper-sensitive clitorises, it could not be long before climaxes were achieved. And so it was that their cries became more shrill, their bodies quivered and shook beyond control, and hips pumped with pent-up desire. The heat in the clits tortured their sensual centers, and the women were consumed by irresistible orgasms. Mouths still locked on another’s clit, arms still grasping undulating hips, moans of pleasure rising, they rolled and jerked with involuntary spasms of lust, gasping for breath amid the tremors!
For most of a minute, Barbara and Amanda writhed in each other’s arms, their passion slowly subsiding from the Olympian Peak attained. In the end, they lay, side-by-side, their bodies drenched in sweat, chests and bellies still rising and falling as they gasped to regain oxygen for their depleted bodies.

“OK, Gentlemen,” said the Chief Guard in the quiet stillness that had fallen on the suite. All had become speechless after witnessing the astounding show. “The sluts are, as you can see, fully warmed up now. Two hotter bitches are not to be found. I trust that their performance has served to arouse your passions as well. Please, feel free to sample their many charms!”

A moment of stillness remained as the ‘guests’ contemplated what they might do with two such compliant girls. Then, all five sprang forward like a pack of ravenous hyenas moving in for the kill on a wounded prey.

Cell, Parliamentary Guards Headquarters, Singapore, Thursday, 12 noon
Before leaving, the matron handed her the lunch menu. The choices were limited, and Josephine was still not thinking of food much. She ordered the tuna salad sandwich on wheat and a glass of sweetened iced tea., with a Keto fruit bar for dessert. The matron thanked her for her order and left.
Like I said yesterday ... Amanda is an excellent learner. Somehow I don't think it will be the last time she tastes another's womanly charms! Oh wait ... with an impending execution in one day's time maybe it will :(
 
Seratus Empat Puluh Enam – 23 1/3 Hours

Entertainment Suite, Changi Prison, Thursday, 12:40 PM
The five guests proved to possess remarkable stamina. At least two and often three would attack a girl at once, using multiple orifices (though careful to leave Amanda’s damaged asshole alone) and forcing her hands to service an extra cock. They showed no preference, only distinction.
With Amanda, they seemed to enjoy the fantasy of her youth and made her call them ‘daddy,’ as they roughly handled her tiny tits.
With Barbara, they emphasized her being a ‘filthy whore’ and demanded that she admit to that and engage in more perverted acts (though Amanda was compelled to perform many such). By the time the session was over, Barb had been forced to deliver a rimjob to all five and Amanda to one.
Imran allowed his guards to take part as the ‘guests’ slowed. The two trustees were recruited to help by stroking or sucking men’s penises to make them aroused and ready for more action.

At last, the ‘guests’ were spent and began to dress and leave the suite. Once they were gone, the guards chained up the girls again. Lim arrived and took charge from Imran. The two women then were led from the room and down several hallways.

Execution Chamber, Changi Prison, Singapore, Thursday, 1:00 PM
Amanda and Barbara went through a door and then were stopped.

“Let them see,” came the voice of the Commandant. The hoods were jerked off, and the two were standing facing Mamat with a man in civilian dress standing beside him. He had a classic Teutonic look with steel gray hair in a flattop, cold gray eyes, and a military posture.
Steeply arranged rows of theater seats rose behind the men. Perhaps fifty cushioned seats with the top row dedicated to TV cameras and multiple spotlights.
“Welcome to the Changi Prison, Execution Chamber,” said bin Osman with evident pride. Panic gripped Barb and Amanda. It wasn’t Friday yet! Were they going to die now?
Mamat saw their fright and hastened to reassure them. “Do not worry, bitches. You will not be executed until tomorrow. I like to show condemned prisoners what awaits them. This way, you can think about it tonight. First, let me introduce Oskar Clemens. Oskar is the field service engineer for our region for Lambertz Maschinenbau. They are the manufacturer of our specialized punishment machines. Miss Moore, you are familiar with their fine work from the caning stand you have enjoyed three times. And Miss Jones, they also made the small frame on which we caned you when you first arrived.” Both women shivered at the memories of their brutal punishment.
“Herr Clemens is based in Adelaide, Australia, but is here to guarantee that our execution equipment, also by Lambertz, is in top working order for your big day tomorrow. I thought he should be here now to help explain how it works.”
Barbara looked at the Commandant in awe. He was giving them a tour of their execution machinery! How typically cruel! Amanda just shivered and stared wide-eyed.

“Please turn the prisoners around, Lim.” The deputy chief did so quickly, and the girls saw, for the first time, the stage on which they would die.
Elevated two feet off the floor and bathed in rich, bright light was a red-carpeted platform about twenty-five feet wide and twelve feet deep. Dominating the space were six, shining, stainless-steel poles, set in pairs one behind and one before. The front stakes were smaller in diameter, about 15 cm. (5 inches), tapering gradually at the top to a rounded point. They also appeared, at only about a meter, to be much shorter. The rear stakes were more massive, rising four meters, with racketed teeth all up the front. A long arm came forward from the top of those poles, holding a pulley at the end. Both women shook with fear as they imagined being impaled on one of those hideous poles.
“I see zat you have understood that those forward Stangen, will be what you ride for your Aufspießen, Engish is?” Oskar turned to bin Osman.
“Impalement.”
“Zank you: impalement, Ja. Ve uses a proprietary method to polish ze surface to over ten times ze stainless steel standard to reduce friction. In Kombination with our special lubricant, the coefficient of friction is almost immeasurable.” Herr Clemens was proud of the technical specifications of his company’s product.
“However, you indeed wonder why they are so kurz, short, what the rear Stangen is for, and how you stay balanced on your impalement. Hans, ein Rad herausholen!”
A man appeared wheeling a six-foot diameter, steel wheel with four spokes and steel cuffs at the four corners from a wing of the stage.
“Zis is our meisterhafte Fähigkeit,” announced Oskar. “You say, ‘Masterpiece.’ Zis restraint vill both hold you on the Stangen and lower you at the desired speed.”
“Desired by your executioner, not by you, sluts,” said Mamat with a laugh.
Oskar continued, “Ihr shall be tightly cuffed, spread-eagled to the wheel. The rear has a mechanism on ze back at the center to fit on ze back pole and engage the rachets. A servo motor turns the engaging wheel. It will raise you to the top of the rear Stangen, and then the front Stangen is raised to reach your Löcher. Once you are aufgespießt, the executioner uses a remote control to manage your descent…”
“Into hell,” added the Commandant with a laugh. His cruel humor was terrifying.
“However,” continued the Commandant, “you may remember that you have been sentenced to be impaled and hung. That is the purpose of that pulley on top. A rope to the noose goes through there and back to another servo motor. Once you start your slow journey onto the stainless pole below, we tighten the noose so that you begin to feel yourself strangled from above. With the precision controls, we can speed up or slow down the impalement while tightening or loosening the noose. Our executioner had become quite an expert at that. He brings you to the point of death many times, only to bring you back to consciousness of your pain and another round of torture.”
“You can’t be serious,” Amanda wailed. “That is inhuman!”
“Indeed, most inhuman, little one. We can stretch out the tearing and pain of the impalement so long that the condemned in the end are begging for the noose to tighten and put them out of their misery.”

As they were led out of the Chamber, Barbara whispered to Amanda, “I wonder if the bastards have someone in mind for that third pole.”
 
Barb and Amanda have sweated and strained
To keep all those "guests" entertained.
They`ve both been put to hard use,
And suffered multiple sexual abuse.
Knowing they are both going to die
They`re shown the "how, where and why"
Barb noticing the third ominous stand,
Wonders for whom it is planned.
 
For ever so long,
Seratus Empat Puluh Enam – 23 1/3 Hours

Entertainment Suite, Changi Prison, Thursday, 12:40 PM
The five guests proved to possess remarkable stamina. At least two and often three would attack a girl at once, using multiple orifices (though careful to leave Amanda’s damaged asshole alone) and forcing her hands to service an extra cock. They showed no preference, only distinction.
With Amanda, they seemed to enjoy the fantasy of her youth and made her call them ‘daddy,’ as they roughly handled her tiny tits.
With Barbara, they emphasized her being a ‘filthy whore’ and demanded that she admit to that and engage in more perverted acts (though Amanda was compelled to perform many such). By the time the session was over, Barb had been forced to deliver a rimjob to all five and Amanda to one.
Imran allowed his guards to take part as the ‘guests’ slowed. The two trustees were recruited to help by stroking or sucking men’s penises to make them aroused and ready for more action.

At last, the ‘guests’ were spent and began to dress and leave the suite. Once they were gone, the guards chained up the girls again. Lim arrived and took charge from Imran. The two women then were led from the room and down several hallways.

Execution Chamber, Changi Prison, Singapore, Thursday, 1:00 PM
Amanda and Barbara went through a door and then were stopped.

“Let them see,” came the voice of the Commandant. The hoods were jerked off, and the two were standing facing Mamat with a man in civilian dress standing beside him. He had a classic Teutonic look with steel gray hair in a flattop, cold gray eyes, and a military posture.
Steeply arranged rows of theater seats rose behind the men. Perhaps fifty cushioned seats with the top row dedicated to TV cameras and multiple spotlights.
“Welcome to the Changi Prison, Execution Chamber,” said bin Osman with evident pride. Panic gripped Barb and Amanda. It wasn’t Friday yet! Were they going to die now?
Mamat saw their fright and hastened to reassure them. “Do not worry, bitches. You will not be executed until tomorrow. I like to show condemned prisoners what awaits them. This way, you can think about it tonight. First, let me introduce Oskar Clemens. Oskar is the field service engineer for our region for Lambertz Maschinenbau. They are the manufacturer of our specialized punishment machines. Miss Moore, you are familiar with their fine work from the caning stand you have enjoyed three times. And Miss Jones, they also made the small frame on which we caned you when you first arrived.” Both women shivered at the memories of their brutal punishment.
“Herr Clemens is based in Adelaide, Australia, but is here to guarantee that our execution equipment, also by Lambertz, is in top working order for your big day tomorrow. I thought he should be here now to help explain how it works.”
Barbara looked at the Commandant in awe. He was giving them a tour of their execution machinery! How typically cruel! Amanda just shivered and stared wide-eyed.

“Please turn the prisoners around, Lim.” The deputy chief did so quickly, and the girls saw, for the first time, the stage on which they would die.
Elevated two feet off the floor and bathed in rich, bright light was a red-carpeted platform about twenty-five feet wide and twelve feet deep. Dominating the space were six, shining, stainless-steel poles, set in pairs one behind and one before. The front stakes were smaller in diameter, about 15 cm. (5 inches), tapering gradually at the top to a rounded point. They also appeared, at only about a meter, to be much shorter. The rear stakes were more massive, rising four meters, with racketed teeth all up the front. A long arm came forward from the top of those poles, holding a pulley at the end. Both women shook with fear as they imagined being impaled on one of those hideous poles.
“I see zat you have understood that those forward Stangen, will be what you ride for your Aufspießen, Engish is?” Oskar turned to bin Osman.
“Impalement.”
“Zank you: impalement, Ja. Ve uses a proprietary method to polish ze surface to over ten times ze stainless steel standard to reduce friction. In Kombination with our special lubricant, the coefficient of friction is almost immeasurable.” Herr Clemens was proud of the technical specifications of his company’s product.
“However, you indeed wonder why they are so kurz, short, what the rear Stangen is for, and how you stay balanced on your impalement. Hans, ein Rad herausholen!”
A man appeared wheeling a six-foot diameter, steel wheel with four spokes and steel cuffs at the four corners from a wing of the stage.
“Zis is our meisterhafte Fähigkeit,” announced Oskar. “You say, ‘Masterpiece.’ Zis restraint vill both hold you on the Stangen and lower you at the desired speed.”
“Desired by your executioner, not by you, sluts,” said Mamat with a laugh.
Oskar continued, “Ihr shall be tightly cuffed, spread-eagled to the wheel. The rear has a mechanism on ze back at the center to fit on ze back pole and engage the rachets. A servo motor turns the engaging wheel. It will raise you to the top of the rear Stangen, and then the front Stangen is raised to reach your Löcher. Once you are aufgespießt, the executioner uses a remote control to manage your descent…”
“Into hell,” added the Commandant with a laugh. His cruel humor was terrifying.
“However,” continued the Commandant, “you may remember that you have been sentenced to be impaled and hung. That is the purpose of that pulley on top. A rope to the noose goes through there and back to another servo motor. Once you start your slow journey onto the stainless pole below, we tighten the noose so that you begin to feel yourself strangled from above. With the precision controls, we can speed up or slow down the impalement while tightening or loosening the noose. Our executioner had become quite an expert at that. He brings you to the point of death many times, only to bring you back to consciousness of your pain and another round of torture.”
“You can’t be serious,” Amanda wailed. “That is inhuman!”
“Indeed, most inhuman, little one. We can stretch out the tearing and pain of the impalement so long that the condemned in the end are begging for the noose to tighten and put them out of their misery.”

As they were led out of the Chamber, Barbara whispered to Amanda, “I wonder if the bastards have someone in mind for that third pole.”
For ever so long, readers have questioned and wondered how "Impalement and Hanging" could be done. As you can see, the matchless ingenuity of fine German Engineering has wonderfully solved the problem! Many spectators of previous executions using this method have commented favorably on the enhanced enjoyment of the homage to the classic death, "Breaking on the Wheel."

23 Hours
 
As they were led out of the Chamber, Barbara whispered to Amanda, “I wonder if the bastards have someone in mind for that third pole.”

As I read through this horrorific description of the high tech fate which Amanda and I will suffer, I kept wondering why the poles were six in number. And yep, just as I expected, PrPr read my mind. There it is at the end of the episode. They’re planning a triple execution.

And in an auditorium, with a live audience, and caught on camera too. Will it be televised? How absolutely humiliating!

Oh my, this is my last night on earth. So much to contemplate. I’ll never sleep.
 
Seratus Empat Puluh Enam – 23 1/3 Hours

Entertainment Suite, Changi Prison, Thursday, 12:40 PM
The five guests proved to possess remarkable stamina. At least two and often three would attack a girl at once, using multiple orifices (though careful to leave Amanda’s damaged asshole alone) and forcing her hands to service an extra cock. They showed no preference, only distinction.
With Amanda, they seemed to enjoy the fantasy of her youth and made her call them ‘daddy,’ as they roughly handled her tiny tits.
With Barbara, they emphasized her being a ‘filthy whore’ and demanded that she admit to that and engage in more perverted acts (though Amanda was compelled to perform many such). By the time the session was over, Barb had been forced to deliver a rimjob to all five and Amanda to one.
Imran allowed his guards to take part as the ‘guests’ slowed. The two trustees were recruited to help by stroking or sucking men’s penises to make them aroused and ready for more action.

At last, the ‘guests’ were spent and began to dress and leave the suite. Once they were gone, the guards chained up the girls again. Lim arrived and took charge from Imran. The two women then were led from the room and down several hallways.

Execution Chamber, Changi Prison, Singapore, Thursday, 1:00 PM
Amanda and Barbara went through a door and then were stopped.

“Let them see,” came the voice of the Commandant. The hoods were jerked off, and the two were standing facing Mamat with a man in civilian dress standing beside him. He had a classic Teutonic look with steel gray hair in a flattop, cold gray eyes, and a military posture.
Steeply arranged rows of theater seats rose behind the men. Perhaps fifty cushioned seats with the top row dedicated to TV cameras and multiple spotlights.
“Welcome to the Changi Prison, Execution Chamber,” said bin Osman with evident pride. Panic gripped Barb and Amanda. It wasn’t Friday yet! Were they going to die now?
Mamat saw their fright and hastened to reassure them. “Do not worry, bitches. You will not be executed until tomorrow. I like to show condemned prisoners what awaits them. This way, you can think about it tonight. First, let me introduce Oskar Clemens. Oskar is the field service engineer for our region for Lambertz Maschinenbau. They are the manufacturer of our specialized punishment machines. Miss Moore, you are familiar with their fine work from the caning stand you have enjoyed three times. And Miss Jones, they also made the small frame on which we caned you when you first arrived.” Both women shivered at the memories of their brutal punishment.
“Herr Clemens is based in Adelaide, Australia, but is here to guarantee that our execution equipment, also by Lambertz, is in top working order for your big day tomorrow. I thought he should be here now to help explain how it works.”
Barbara looked at the Commandant in awe. He was giving them a tour of their execution machinery! How typically cruel! Amanda just shivered and stared wide-eyed.

“Please turn the prisoners around, Lim.” The deputy chief did so quickly, and the girls saw, for the first time, the stage on which they would die.
Elevated two feet off the floor and bathed in rich, bright light was a red-carpeted platform about twenty-five feet wide and twelve feet deep. Dominating the space were six, shining, stainless-steel poles, set in pairs one behind and one before. The front stakes were smaller in diameter, about 15 cm. (5 inches), tapering gradually at the top to a rounded point. They also appeared, at only about a meter, to be much shorter. The rear stakes were more massive, rising four meters, with racketed teeth all up the front. A long arm came forward from the top of those poles, holding a pulley at the end. Both women shook with fear as they imagined being impaled on one of those hideous poles.
“I see zat you have understood that those forward Stangen, will be what you ride for your Aufspießen, Engish is?” Oskar turned to bin Osman.
“Impalement.”
“Zank you: impalement, Ja. Ve uses a proprietary method to polish ze surface to over ten times ze stainless steel standard to reduce friction. In Kombination with our special lubricant, the coefficient of friction is almost immeasurable.” Herr Clemens was proud of the technical specifications of his company’s product.
“However, you indeed wonder why they are so kurz, short, what the rear Stangen is for, and how you stay balanced on your impalement. Hans, ein Rad herausholen!”
A man appeared wheeling a six-foot diameter, steel wheel with four spokes and steel cuffs at the four corners from a wing of the stage.
“Zis is our meisterhafte Fähigkeit,” announced Oskar. “You say, ‘Masterpiece.’ Zis restraint vill both hold you on the Stangen and lower you at the desired speed.”
“Desired by your executioner, not by you, sluts,” said Mamat with a laugh.
Oskar continued, “Ihr shall be tightly cuffed, spread-eagled to the wheel. The rear has a mechanism on ze back at the center to fit on ze back pole and engage the rachets. A servo motor turns the engaging wheel. It will raise you to the top of the rear Stangen, and then the front Stangen is raised to reach your Löcher. Once you are aufgespießt, the executioner uses a remote control to manage your descent…”
“Into hell,” added the Commandant with a laugh. His cruel humor was terrifying.
“However,” continued the Commandant, “you may remember that you have been sentenced to be impaled and hung. That is the purpose of that pulley on top. A rope to the noose goes through there and back to another servo motor. Once you start your slow journey onto the stainless pole below, we tighten the noose so that you begin to feel yourself strangled from above. With the precision controls, we can speed up or slow down the impalement while tightening or loosening the noose. Our executioner had become quite an expert at that. He brings you to the point of death many times, only to bring you back to consciousness of your pain and another round of torture.”
“You can’t be serious,” Amanda wailed. “That is inhuman!”
“Indeed, most inhuman, little one. We can stretch out the tearing and pain of the impalement so long that the condemned in the end are begging for the noose to tighten and put them out of their misery.”

As they were led out of the Chamber, Barbara whispered to Amanda, “I wonder if the bastards have someone in mind for that third pole.”
Oh boy, what an ingenious contraption and I have to say that I cannot think of another Field Service Engineering job with such huge job perks! And trust Barb to be still wondering and caring about incidentals as the third pair of poles even at a time like this! Wonderful PrPr!
 
Barb noticing the third ominous stand,
Wonders for whom it is planned.

I kept wondering why the poles were six in number. And yep, just as I expected, PrPr read my mind

third pair of poles even at a time like this!
No promises. The Chamber has a permanent installation of three positions. However, often only one is used. However, the Commandant goes by the solemn creed "Be Prepared." As Tom Lehrer tortured the Boy Scout slogan:

Be prepared! That's the Boy Scouts' marching song
Be prepared! As through life you march along
Be prepared to hold your liquor pretty well
Don't write naughty words on walls if you can't spell

Be prepared! To hide that pack of cigarettes
Don't make book if you cannot cover bets
Keep those reefers hidden where you're sure
That they will not be found
And be careful not to smoke them
When the scoutmaster's around
For he only will insist that it be shared
Be prepared!

Be prepared! That's the Boy Scouts' solemn creed
Be prepared! And be clean in word and deed
Don't solicit for your sister, that's not nice
Unless you get a good percentage of her price

Be prepared! And be careful not to do
Your good deeds when there's no one watching you
If you're looking for adventure of a

New and different kind
And you come across a Girl Scout who is
Similarly inclined
Don't be nervous, don't be flustered, don't be scared

Be prepared!

 
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