Abu Ghabir

Chapter 11 – Last

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Sheik Rashid Parchai, his brother Azeem and the other male leaders of the Parchai tribe were gathered in the home of Azul Parchai to discuss the fate of the Azul's wife and daughters. Sheik Rashid was head of the Parchai clan and Soraya's father-in-law. Rashid and the others were seated around a large dining table in Azul and Soraya's comfortable home in one of the more upscale neighborhoods in Baghdad.

They had been arguing about what to do when the Americans arrived unexpectedly. The conversation had taken an ugly turn before the Americans in full battle gear kicked in he front door and stormed into the room.

"We must kill them. The Parchai's cannot live with the shame. Other clans will spit on us when we pass," announced Omar, Azul's brother. "No decent family will allow their sons or daughters to marry a Parchai."

"I do not know," said the older and wiser Rashid. "The new government has promised the Americans that they will punish those who kill women for reasons of family honor."

"The Americans are controlled by Jews and whores. Azul, tell father about what Soraya was doing when you saw her last," said Omar.

"She was being openly embraced by an American sergeant. She was dressed as an American whore. The Sergeant had lifted her skirt and her top exposing her to everyone on the bus. She was naked underneath. She wore no undergarments. He was kissing her and she was returning his kisses rubbing her sex against his groin. She is a strumpet, a slut, a vile and Godless creature who deserves to die," said Azul with tears in his eyes.

"Stay calm my son, and what of your daughters, Nadia and Safia," asked Rashid.

"The Americans make any woman who they take to Abu Ghabir a whore even the young girls. They respect no Iraqi woman. The men rape them. The black soldiers take great pleasure in violating pretty young Iraqi women from good families. The female American soldiers make them practice lesbianism of the most perverted and depraved sort. They even breed them with their dogs. They made me watch while Soraya was violated by one of their guard dogs. Why would Nadia and Safia be treated any differently?" said Azul.

"With dogs even?" asked Rashid finding such actions difficult to comprehend.

It was at that point that the door exploded open and a team of US soldiers flooded into the room. They quickly subdued the ten male members of the family gathered there. Plastic bands were fixed around their wrists to restrain them.

"Secure," shouted the Lieutenant when the Iraqis were restrained and the house searched for weapons. Several AK-47s and a dozen RPGs were confiscated.

Major Nancy Trevor stroke briskly into the room.

"Are you head of the clan?" asked Major Trevor looking directly at Rashid.

"Yes, I am Sheik Rashid Parchai," said the older gentleman.

"Take his pants down, Sergeant,' ordered the Major.

Over the protests of the others, the soldiers pushed Rashid trousers to his knees exposing his cock.

"Let's take all of them down. I want to see what kind of balls if any the Parchai's have," said the Major.

Over loud protests, the soldiers de-panted the males.

The Major walked slowly around the room going from man to man stopping in front of each to fondle their cock. Major Trevor was well aware of the impact of her actions on the proud psyche of the Iraqi male. The Major stopped in front of Azul and grabbed his cock firmly in her fist.

"Now, tell me what you were discussing before we arrived," said the Major.

"Family business," said Azul.

"What kind of family business?"

"Nothing of interest to anyone but us," said Azul defiantly. The fact that his male relatives were watching encouraged him to display more courage than he felt.

"I need to know," said the Major as she reached in her uniform vest and extracted a serrated K-bar knife. She flipped open the blade.

"We are peaceful Iraqis. Leave us alone," shouted Azul cringing at the sight of the K-bar.

"Do you know how many Iraqis I've castrated since I got to Baghdad?" said the Major positioning the blade underneath Azul's scrotum.

"No, how would I know such a thing," said Azul.

"I don't know either. I've lost count. It's pretty easy to do. You just grab their balls like this and twist them," said the Major crushing Azul's gonads in her hand as she twisted them.

"Please no," pleaded Azul his eyes filled with tears.

"Then you put the knife at the base, cut upward and off they come," said the Major.

Azul screamed then fell into a dead faint. The Major had not castrated Azul only pretended.

"What a wimp. Not exactly one of the bravest Iraqis I've met. That's why he gave us his brother so easily. We've got Hashim in custody by the way. I'm going to begin questioning him as soon as I get back to Abu Ghabir. I bet he doesn't faint like a woman when I threaten to neuter him," said the Major walking up to Rashid then pushing him backward causing him to sprawl across the large table they had been seated around when the American's arrived.

The Major took the Sheik's balls in her hands.

"Ever seen someone castrated. Sheik?" asked the Major.

"In my father's time, we castrated rapists," responded the Sheik.

"So you know what an unpleasant, messy business it is to cut somebody's balls off," said the Major.

"Yes, it was terrible but it was the law at the time," said the Sheik.

"So what were the Parchai males discussing before we interrupted?"

"My son Azul was talking about the shame brought to our clan by the treatment of his wife and daughters at Abu Ghabir."

"And the need to kill them to protect the tribe's honor was on the table?"

"On the table, I do not understand," said the Sheik.

"Sorry, American expression, you were discussing the need to kill Soraya, Nadia, and Safia, right?"

"That has been the way of my people since the time of the Prophet," said the Sheik.

"Well, that is going to change. I'm here to tell all of you that if any harm comes to Soraya, Nadia, and Safia and I mean any harm like a stray bullet or a mortar round, I'm going to round up every male member of the Parchai clan and castrate them," said the Major.

"You can't do that,' screamed Omar.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" said the Major moving to the front of Omar and grabbing his sizeable cock. The Major spit in her hand then began to stroke Omar's cock.

"Omar Parchai."

"Husband of Fawz, father of daughters Fatima and Alisha and sons Abdul and Ebrahim. I am making you and your family personally responsible for Soraya and the girls. If a hair on their head is damaged, I will take your entire family to Abu Ghabir and turn them over to the scum of Baghdad. I will make you watch you wife and children be raped by the trash of the bazaar. Then I will give you to the K-9s and your family will get to watch their daddy suck doggy dick. And for the finale, I'll personally castrate you and your sons while your women watch. Understood?"

"Yes, Major I understand," answered a cowed Omar.

"All right, we're going to bring Soraya and her girls in here and you better make nice or face the wrath of a castrating American bitch," said the Major before leaving.

"The Parchai will do as you say, Major. No harm will come to them," said the Sheik thoroughly intimidated. "I promise on the Prophet's beard."

"The American women soldiers are worse than the men," sad the Sheik wearily after the Major had left.

"Saddam Hussein would have made that one his mistress," said Omar.

I made a deal with Satan. But I had no choice. I had to protect my daughters thought Soraya. Soraya along with Nadia and Safia were seated in a Striker armored vehicle outside her home. A tactical team had entered the residence moments before then once Major Trevor received the all clear she had entered instructing Soraya to wait.

The three had been allowed to clean up and dress in the same clothes that they had arrived at Abu Ghabir. The Major had gone inside to speak to the men and make them understand that Soraya and her daughters would not be harmed.

Soraya and the Major had cut a deal. She would remain in Baghdad for six more months as an American spy. Then she and the girls would be allowed to immigrate to America. Soraya was now the possessor of a tiny global cellular telephone that could be used to communicate information to the Americans.

It had been almost noon when the Major had aroused her from a drug-induced sleep. She and Sadie were curled up in bed together. Nadia and Safia were asleep on cots in the same room.

"Let's go to my quarters and talk," whispered the Major.

Moments later, Soraya eased her body into a large Jacuzzi tub beside Major Trevor. The water was warm and it felt good to be clean. Soraya was drinking an excellent cup of American coffee and had just finished a pastry that the Major had offered.

"Iraq is a country that has not been kind to its citizens especially the women," said the Major putting her arm around Soraya.

"That is very true unfortunately. I plan to go live in the United States with my daughters provided we can get out of Iraq alive," said Soraya resting her head on the Major's shoulder.

"Your brother is in Chicago," said the Major.

"Yes, he is a thoracic surgeon. He will help me establish my medical practice."

"Your problems are twofold. First of all, you married a Parchai and they believe in the old ways. Women who disgrace the tribe have to be killed. That would include all three of you. Secondly, there is a three-year long waiting list of Iraqis who want to come to America," said the Major putting her arm around Soraya allowing her face to rest on the Major's breast.

"If Azul divorces me, he will take Nadia and Safia. His brother Omar is a fanatic. He will kill us all," said Soraya sadly.

"I could help," said the Major.

"How?'

"I could convince the Parchai's to leave you alone. And I could arrange to put you at the head of the immigration list," said the Major.

"And you would do this?"

"Yes, in return for your keeping your eyes and ears open for the next six months and passing on any thing of interest to us."

"You're asking me to become an American spy?" said Soraya after thinking for a minute.

"Technically, a coalition spy," said the Major.

"You can keep the Parchai's from killing us?" asked Soraya.

"I will promise them that I will bring the entire tribe here and castrate them if any harm comes to you," said the Major.

"They would fear that," said Soraya. "For six months only?"

"Six months from now, the three of you will be on your way to Chicago," said the Major leaning in to kiss Soraya's neck.

"All right," said Soraya turning her face to kiss the Major. The two women engaged in a prolonged session of kissing and fondling.

"While we make love let's watch some video that we took at last night's party," said the Major picking up a remote for the television.

Soraya nestled into the Major's shoulder as she watched the screen come to life. It started off pretty much as Soraya remembered half naked and naked women dancing and kissing in the hallway. American officers and Iraqi women were making love, smoking marijuana, and talking in clusters. Sex toys, drugs and alcohol were everywhere. The camera wandered into the room they called the Pussy Pit where Soraya recognized Safia having sex with several women at the same time. The camera lingered on Safia as she enthusiastically engaged in oral sex with dozens of others.

"Safia loves to eat pussy," said the Major reaching between Soraya's legs for her sex.

"She was always so religious," said Soraya relaxing as she felt the Major's fingers on her clit.

"Horniest soldiers in this women's army are the girls raised as Southern Baptists in the Deep South never miss a Sunday school class or a chance to spread their legs," said the Major.

"Perhaps there is a psychological connection," said Soraya.

"Spread your legs wider so I can get my fingers in your twat," said the Major reaching her hand to extend her forefinger into Soraya's vagina.

Soraya immediately complied. On screen she watched Captain Caldwell and another female soldier push dildos into Safia's orifices. The camera went in for a close up of Safia's face as she reacted to the dildo's entering her.

"Safia is hot. My women are crazy about her. She's a born lesbian," said the Major massaging Soraya's sex then kissing her breasts.

The screen changed to another room. Soraya was surprised to see Nadia chained naked to a wooden cross.

"You tortured Nadia at the party?" questioned Soraya.

"Nadia is a pain slut. She loves the whip. Watch her," laughed the Major.

Soraya watched fascinated as her eldest daughter begged to be hurt and the officers obliged her. What really astonished Soraya was when Nadia knelt between three of the officers and begged them to piss in her mouth.

"Nadia loves to drink pee. She just couldn't get enough of it last night. We took this at the end of the evening," said the Major as the television screen showed another room.

Soraya recognized herself down on all four with her butt high and her face resting almost on the floor. Sadie was kneeling at Soraya's rear. The older woman was reaching into a large can of vegetable shortening extracting handfuls of the white substance and working them into Soraya's vagina and butthole.

"Ever been fisted before?" asked the Major.

"No," replied Soraya.

"You put on quite a show."

Soraya watched as Sadie slowly stuffed more of the shortening into both her orifices. The sounds of her moaning and grunting as Sadie applied ever-greater force to widen her openings filled the room.

"I love this part," said the Major.

Soraya almost moaned in concert as Sadie's muscular hand slipped inside her vagina.

"Beg me to make a fist," said the onscreen Sadie.

"Oh fuck yes, fist fuck me please, I need it," whined the onscreen Soraya.

Soraya watched fascinated as the tendons in Sadie's arm indicated she had made a fist. The onscreen Soraya moaned loudly as Sadie's forearm disappeared inside her vagina.

"Now for your butt," announced Sadie.

"This part is fucking awesome," said the Major.

Keeping one arm inside Soraya's cunt, Sadie slowly worked her other hand in Soraya's rectum. Shortening squeezed from her anus as Sadie's hand passed her sphincter and entered her rectum.

Soraya made little mewling sounds as Sadie formed her other hand into a fist and buried her arm to the elbow in Soraya's intestines.

Sadie then slowly and patiently fist fucked both of Soraya's holes while Soraya moaned and grunted.

At a certain point, Safia appeared on the screen. She climbed underneath Soraya and began to lick her clit while Sadie kept fisting her. Nadia also came into the screen. She sat directly down in front of Soraya. The screen showed Soraya eagerly eating her oldest daughter's pussy. Later it showed the girls fisting their mother while they smiled at the camera

"I don't remember any of this," said Soraya wondering if the girls would remember having incestuous relations with their mother.

"You were too far gone on Sadie's hashish," said the Major climbing up to sit on the side of the Jacuzzi. The Major spread her legs.

Soraya knew what the Major wanted. She moved forward and put her mouth on the Major's sex and began to lick swirls around her vagina. Between the video showing her having sex with her own daughters, the dozens of pictures they'd made of her including one where she had sex with a dog, and the fact that the Parchai would kill her unless the Major forced them not to, the Americans owned her body and soul. She would have to work hard to get them the intelligence they wanted so she could escape her benighted country.