Abu Ghraib Revised

Chapter 3  – Bone Scraping

 

 

     It sure helps if you love your job thought Major Trevor as she walked down the central corridor of the prison’s interrogation wing.  An active and involved commander, she was likely to show up anywhere and anytime.  On the spur of the moment, she decided to check on progress in Interrogation Room 9. 

      When she opened the door, she found Captain Lois Darcy dropping blood stained surgical gloves in a plastic bag labeled Bio Hazard Medical Wastes.

     “Almathea gave her lover up, Major,” said Captain Darcy referring to the naked female tightly strapped to the stainless steel operating table in the center of the room.  The girl’s legs were separated and elevated in stirrups.  At the moment, the girl was struggling against her bonds, screaming in pain.

     Almathea was a student at Baghdad University.  Informants had identified her as a member of the insurgency.  According to reports, she was romantically involved with a fellow student organizing attacks on coalition forces.

      “Can you shut her up for a moment, Captain,” asked Major Trevor unable to hear over the desperate shrieks of Almathea?

      “Sergeant, thirty CCs of Demerol, I suppose she earned it,” said Captain Darcy. 

     Sergeant Mary Saunders, deftly inserted an already prepared syringe in Almathea’s IV and pushed the plunger.  All the while the Sergeant was speaking into a wireless headset.  Slowly, the shrieks quieted down to whimpers.

     “I always found the most difficult part of this job is working while people are screaming.  But part of the job is to make them scream,” said Major Trevor stepping between Almathea’s legs for a closer look.

     “Yes, it can make it difficult to concentrate.  Sometimes it gives me a headache.  I interrogated a female last week who should have been an opera singer.  I swear the bitch had an eight-octave range.  The Sergeant and I thought we were going deaf,” said Captain Darcy.  “We stuck cotton wads in our ears after we opened her up.”

      Sergeant Saunders pushed a button to click off her communications gear before commenting, “I suggested to the Captain, she cut one of her vocal chords.”

     “Couldn’t do it, of course.  I’ve never operated on a throat.  Fortunately for our ear drums, she told us everything as soon as I removed her right ovary and showed it to her,” said Captain Darcy.

     “Okay, if I take a look,” asked Major Trevor noting Almathea’s vagina was held open by a speculum cranked to its widest setting?  Directly underneath on the floor was a stainless steel pail containing blood and what the Major assumed were the girl’s reproductive organs.

     “Certainly, Major,” said Captain Darcy handing her superior officer a pair of surgical gloves and a small flashlight.

      “Strike team has the building surrounded.  They’re about to go in,” said Sergeant Saunders.

      “We were lucky.  There was a tactical unit in the area.  We called them as soon as she talked,” said Captain Darcy.

     “Excellent sutures, she’ll have a tiny scar,” said Major Trevor noting the perfectly aligned sutures closing the incision stretching from below the girl’s navel to the top of her vulva.  “My parents are cosmetic surgeons.  Minimizing surgical scars was one of their favorite dinner topics when I was growing up.”

     “Did they want you to become a doctor, Major,” asked Captain Darcy?

     “Yes, they wanted me to join their practice but medicine just wasn’t for me.  But I know enough to appreciate your closing.”

     “Thank you, Major.  It’s a slightly different suture I learned from one of medical books borrowed from the hospital,” said Captain Darcy.

     “Our tactical team is entering the warehouse,” said Sergeant Saunders.

     “Think it could be a trap,” asked Major Trevor using the flashlight to peer into Almathea’s vagina?  The girl was obviously still in pain, babbling what the Major knew to be prayers from the Quran.

     “It’s always a possibility but I doubt it.  I told her that if it is, she’s going to have to eat her own uterus and then I was going to remove her clitoris and all the nerves attached to it,” said Captain Darcy gently stroking the sweaty brow of the young Iraqi girl.

     “The tunnel of love,’ said the Major peering into Almathea’s vagina using the flashlight.  “How many men have died trying to get their cock in what is essentially nothing but an empty hole.”

     “And how many women have died trying to keep their cocks out,” asked Captain Darcy?

     “You’re going to be far advanced of the other medical students,” said Major Trevor slipping her gloved hand inside the opening of Almathea’s vagina. 

     “It’s been great practical experience.  I’ve definitely decided on surgery as a result of my work here,” said Captain Darcy.

     “Ever figure out why there was an operating room in Abu Ghraib,” asked Major Trevor as she forced her hand inside to the wrist?  “She’s nice and tight.  I imagine her boyfriend finds her a good fuck.”

     “Bone scraping for one thing,” said Captain Darcy.  “Uday would come here and sit on a stool while a military surgeon scraped the bones of someone who pissed him off.  Girls who didn’t act like he was the greatest stud on the planet were frequent subjects.  They castrated male prisoners, too.”

      “Bone scraping, never heard of it,’ said Major Trevor, her interest piqued by the idea of a torture she was unfamiliar with.

      “Me neither until I researched the files of Interrogation Room 9 and found some videos of Uday smiling and laughing as the Surgeon worked on this Iraqi beauty,” said Captain Darcy.  “She was drop dead gorgeous, classic Arabic features.  In her case, he joined in after he relieved her husband of his testicles.”

      “Is bone scraping painful,” asked Major Trevor rotating her hand inside Almathea’s vagina?  Even in her drugged condition, the girl whimpered in pain.

      “Based on the video I would say it’s off the charts.  I want to do more research.  I did find an account written by a female prisoner of the NKVD of the old Soviet Union.  They were heavy into it at the Lubyanka,” said Captain Darcy referring to the notorious Moscow prison.

     “That’s interesting.  I’ve read accounts from the Lubyanka about immersion in ice water.  I didn’t consider it effective because much of the time, the subject went totally insane and unable to talk.  How does it work?” asked Major Trevor recognizing the feel of a small patch of flesh.  “She has a well-defined G-spot.  In fact, its huge.”

      “I’ve noted that, also.  Before we operated, I stroked it for a few minutes and the little bitch had an orgasm.  If I had my MD, I’d write an article for the New England Journal of Medicine.  I believe an overdeveloped G-spot is the reason Iraqi women have fewer problems achieving vaginal orgasms.  Doctor Grafenberg’s discovery tends to be pronounced in the Iraqi women I have operated on.”

      “Iraqi female sex life can be problematic with so many rules about intercourse and cultural restrictions on sex outside of marriage.  Maybe they evolved in ways that maximized the impact of penetration, since opportunities for coitus were limited,” said Major Trevor rubbing her fingers over the stiff patch of flesh.

     “Fire fight in progress,” reported Sergeant Saunders in a whisper.

     “An interesting theory, Major, it explains why when we put them in a situation of forced sex, they tend to orgasm in spite of their strong cultural mores forbidding promiscuity,” said Captain Darcy.

     “Sex in an Iraqi marriage is all about the husband’s pleasure.  The wife’s role is to get him off.  Her orgasm is her problem,” said Major Trevor.

     “My parents were like that.  Dad would come in drunk and drag Mom into the bedroom for a blowjob.  He’d slap the shit out of her if she couldn’t get him hard.  Most of the time he wouldn’t shut the door so we kids could watch,” said Captain Darcy.

     “Sounds very accommodating,” said Major Trevor.  “Children learn by example.”

     “It was.  My older brother quickly learned that was what my sister and I were good for.  As the say, the acorn does not fall far from the tree.  Marvin was three years older than me and five years older than Marilyn.  His was the first cock I ever sucked,” said Captain Darcy.  “He took my cherry, too, the bastard.”

      “Back to bone scraping, what else can you tell me about it,” asked Major Trevor?

      “It’s simple enough.  You make an incision to expose a bone then run a pointed edge over the bone’s surface.  The NKVD recommended an ice pick,” said Captain Darcy.     

     “They got it,” said Sergeant Saunders.  “It’s a large cache plus three prisoners and four dead.  No causalities.”

     “Chalk one more up for the good guys,” said Major Trevor.  “Would it be possible for me to see a demonstration of bone scraping?”

      “Sure, Major, I could do it now while Almathea is available,” said Captain Darcy.

       “Isn’t she too far out of it to react to the pain,” asked Major Trevor.

       “A shot of adrenalin should bring her around,” said Captain Darcy.

       “Go ahead,” said Major Trevor looking down in the pail.  ”So that’s what my female parts look like?”

     “Pretty much, uterus, ovaries, fallopian tubes, everything a woman needs to make a baby except for a cock, it’s a complete hysterectomy,” said the Captain preparing a syringe.  “Almathea can fuck her brains out and never have to worry about getting pregnant.”

     “Where do you plan to scrape,” asked Major Trevor?

     “Thought we would try the sternum,” said Captain Darcy.  “It’s a large bone and close to the surface.”

     “Sounds like a good choice,” said Major Trevor.

    The Major observed as Captain Darcy made a vertical incision down the center of Almathea’s chest, then two horizontal incisions to allow the flaps of skin to be peeled back and clamped open.

    “You with me, Almathea,” asked Captain Darcy gently slapping her cheeks?

     “I am in terrible pain,” gasped the girl in good English.

     “Does this make it feel better,” asked Captain Darcy placing the pointed tip of a scalpel against the exposed sternum.  “Tell me if this hurts.” 

     The Captain pressed the point into the bone then slowly scraped it along the length of the sternum.

     The result was an ear-splitting shriek followed by another equally loud cry of agony.

     “Interesting,” said Major Trevor.

     “Want to give it a try, Major,” asked Captain Darcy offering the surgical implement?

     “Yes,” said Major Trevor taking the Captain’s place by Almathea.  “How hard do you have to press?”

     “Not all that hard.  See the slight grove in the bone I made.  Go right along side it,” said Captain Darcy.

     “Seems to work,” shouted Major Trevor above Almathea’s violent screams.

     “It could be useful in certain circumstances,” said Captain Darcy.  I imagine the pubic bone would also be a good place since it’s near major nerve endings.

     “I agree but more research is needed,” said Major Trevor stepping away from the shrieking Almathea.

     “Knock her out again, Sergeant; before she blows out our ear drums,” said Captain Darcy.

     “Excellent work, Captain.  Be sure your report is on my desk by 0900 tomorrow,” said Major Trevor as she left Interrogation Room 9.