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Chapter 10 – Interrogation of Doctor Parchai
“At ease, I must say you three look hot at hell. I’m getting wet just
standing here,” said Major Trevor to the three women in front of her. The Major rubbed her crotch feeling proud as
she looked at the three intelligence officers she had spent so much effort
training. They’re a crack unit and I
made them that way thought the Major.
The Major loved the Army and the opportunity it gave her to mold raw
inexperienced youths into the most feared military force on the planet. She didn’t for one-minute doubt that they
would succeed in their mission
They were in the viewing room of Interrogation Room 2. On the other side of the two way mirror, a
hooded naked man hung by his arms from the ceiling.
Lieutenant Debbie Calley, Sergeant Wilma
Sykes, and Corporal Leslie Roberts reported to Major Trevor dressed in full
fetish attire. It was the hundred
percent no-holding-back dominatrix look that male Muslims throughout the
It certainly inspires shock and awe admitted Major Trevor. Leather lace-up boots with a five-inch heel
made them tower over the average Iraqi male. Flowing out of the top of the
boots were net stocking held up by suspenders attached to a leather corset that
narrowed their waist and exposed their rouged nipples. The words, ‘US Army’, their rank and name
were stenciled on the corset’s front right beneath their breasts. Two types of whips, several size pressure
clamps, and needle nose pliers hung from their belts. A brass studded leather crotch covering, that
included a fitting for a twelve-inch dildo, covered their sex. They’d applied bright red lipstick and showbiz
makeup to create a not-to-be-easily-forgotten effect.
“Turn around,” said Major Trevor.
“Nice,” said Major Trevor running her hand over the muscular buttocks of
Lt. Calley. The three women were serious
body builders and their physiques were ripped.
Easily visible veins coursed through their oversized upper arms. Their brick-hard buttocks were exposed except
for a narrow leather band buried in the crack of their ass.
“Too bad we got soldiering to do. Where did you get these, Sergeant?”
asked Major Trevor reaching down to place her hand around the brightly colored
latex dildo that was dangling from the crotch of the Sergeant Sykes. The shaft of the dildo was covered with red
and white stripes and the large mushroom head was dark blue with white stars.
“A place in
“We ought to create a pay WEB site designed for Muslim men. A place they can go and whack off to scenes
of American women whipping and raping their sorry ass. You three could rape a different Inman each
night. We could drive down to
“If the Major is going to play with my tits, request permission to eat
her pussy,” said the Corporal.
“Later, we got work to do,” said Major Trevor removing her hand.
***
“That is Dr. Azul Parchai,” said Major Trevor referring to the naked man
in the next room. The Doctor was nude
except for the cloth bag over his head.
His arms were stretched over his head by rope to a hook in the
ceiling. His feet were several inches
off the ground and he was swinging slowly back and forth.
“I had the MPs strip him and hang him.
Give him a little time to soften up before you three take over,” said
Major Trevor. “Any questions?”
“No sir,” repeated the three in unison.
“Good, let’s get started. We don’t have much time,” said Major Trevor.
***
“I’m Major Nancy Trevor, you are Dr. Azul Parchai. Lower the Doctor down, Sergeant,” said Major
Trevor introducing herself as she entered the room. Sergeant Sykes released the break on the
windlass crank allowing Dr. Parchai to crash to the floor. Sergeant Sykes turned the handle several
times hauling the Doctor back up to a standing position. She spun the handle to where the doctor was
left with his toes barely grazing the concrete floor.
“Why am I here? Where’s Soraya and my daughters,” asked Dr. Parchai?
“They are being interrogated by members of my staff,” said Major Trevor.
“If any harm comes to them, I’ll,” said Dr. Parchai.
“You’ll what, steal an M1-Abrahms tank and run over my Humvee. Let’s talk real world. The only way you and your family are going to
get out of here in one piece is to tell me what I want to know.”
“What could I know? I’m a
physician, not a political person. My
wife and I stay out of politics.”
“You have a brother and I want to know where he is,” said Major Trevor.
“I have no idea where Kamal is. I
support the Coalition’s efforts to bring democracy to
“You can be out of here in ten minutes if you tell me where Kamal is
hiding,” said Major Trevor.
“I swear I do not know. Why would
Kamal tell me? He knows that I support
the Coalition,” said Dr. Parchai.
“All right, have it your way.
Remove the bag so the Doctor can see what he is dealing with,” said
Major Trevor. Major Trevor lit a cigarette
and relaxed as Lt. Calley pulled the cloth sack off Dr. Parchai’s head. She waited a few seconds as Dr. Parchai’s
eyes darted between the three women dressed in leather. A look of both fear and despair came over his
features.
“These are three members of my staff: Lt. Calley, Sgt. Sykes and
Corporal Roberts. This is your last
chance to tell me what I want to know before I turn you over to them,” said
Major Trevor.
“I have no knowledge of my brother’s location,” said Dr. Parchai.
“Lt. Calley, let’s start with a little gender bending,” said Major
Trevor. “Shave him.”
Corporal Roberts ran a basin of warm water from a nearby sink. Lt. Calley handed the others a disposable
razor. The Corporal wet a towel and used
it to wet the Doctor’s pubic region. Next, she filled her palm with a shaving
gel and applied it to the Doctor’s groin.
As the Corporal worked the lather around the Doctor’s penis, his cock
stirred.
“He’s enjoying having his pecker lathered,” commented Sergeant Sykes.
“Ever had your nuts shaved, Doctor,” asked Major Trevor?
“Please stop. I know nothing,”
pleaded the Doctor horrified his cock was becoming erect.
“Always a first time,” commented Major Trevor taking a draw on her
cigarette.
The three soldiers worked quickly with the razors on the Doctor’s balls
and pubic region. He was by no means the
first man the three had shaved. It was
an act particularly humiliating to an Iraqi man especially when done by an
unbeliever.
“You’re not very hairy for an Arab,” noted Major Trevor. “Bend him over and shave his asshole.”
The rope was lowered enough to allow the doctor to bend double. Sgt. Sykes separated the Doctor’s buttocks as
Corporal Roberts shaved the cleft. The
Corporal quickly shaved the Doctor’s buttocks.
“Done,” said the Lieutenant wiping down the shaved areas with a clean
towel.
“Nice job,” said Major Trevor as she stood up and walked over to the
Doctor and took his cock in her hand and stroked it.
“Tell me where Kamal is and we stop,” said Major Trevor stroking the
Doctor’s cock.
“I don’t know,” whined Doctor Parchai.
“I’ll suck your dick if you give us Kamal. I’ll get right down on my knees and suck your
pecker till you blow your load. That’d
be something to tell your grandchildren.
How an American Major swallowed your jism,” said Major Trevor vigorously
stroking the Doctor’s cock.
“I don’t know,” said Doctor Parchai.
“Does Soraya shave her pussy? I
shave mine,” asked Major Trevor.
“No, she does not,” said the Doctor unable to prevent his erection from
growing as Major Trevor stroked him.
“The next time you see her, I bet her snatch is as smooth as a baby’s
butt.”
“Leave my wife and daughters alone.
They know nothing,” said Dr. Parchai.
“I would guess that right about now, Captain Darcy has removed every
hair from her pussy. She’s as bald as
you are. You can go home and eat her
hairless cunt right now if you tell me what I know.”
“I don’t know where Kamal is,” cried the Doctor.
“Are you into cross dressing?”
“What,” asked Doctor Parchai?
“Dressing like a woman so other men will fuck you. I know Arab’s love to be buggered, especially
during Ramadan.”
“No, Muslims do not engage in such practices. They are the sinful and decadent practices of
the Americans,” said Dr. Parchai defiantly.
“Let’s make a girl of the good doctor so he can see what he’s been
missing,” said Major Trevor as she sat back down to watch.
Lt. Calley walked over to an equipment locker and removed a lacy white
garter belt. Major Trevor fitted it
around Dr. Parchai’s narrow waist as the other dominatrices slip a pair of
sheer white hose with a wide top containing a decorative bow up the doctor’s
legs. They efficiently attached the
garter belt suspenders to the top of the hose. The Lt. rummaged around in the
locker before selecting a pair of French cut panties that had a slit in the
front. She handed them to the Sergeant
who slid them up the thighs of the Doctor.
She grabbed his cock and pulled it through the front slit while stroking
it.
The Doctor was a proud man from one of the most prominent Sunni
tribes. His sense of humiliation had
never experienced anything like this.
These Americans were the depraved instruments of Satan himself decided
the Doctor.
“These should fit,” said Lt. Calley handing Sgt. Sykes a pair of
three-inch pumps with an ankle strap.
“What do you think?” asked the Sergeant turning Dr. Parchai around once
they were done. His erect hairless cock
poked through the slit of his panty.
“So far so good, let’s get some pictures for the folks back home,” said
Major Trevor.
Lt. Calley removed a Nikon digital camera from the locker and pressed
the on button. The Lieutenant walked
around Dr. Parchai capturing mega pixel images.
“We’re going to email these and any others images we take to the sheik
of your tribe. That’s Sheik Muhammad
Al-Rashad. Much to our surprise he has
an email address. And to think your
village was so proud of you. You became
a respected doctor with a reputation as a devout Muslim. After they see these, they’ll think you’re
some kind of freak,” said Major Trevor.
“Please no,” muttered a now crying Dr. Parchai.
“What’s next, Major,” asked Lt. Calley?
“Let’s complete the feminization of Dr. Parchai. I’m curious how he turns out,” said Major
Trevor.
“Hold still, I’d hate to smear your lipstick,” said Sgt. Sykes holding
the Doctor’s jaw in her hand as she applied the lip gloss.
“No,” said Dr. Parchai turning his head to the side.
“Twist his nuts,” said Major Trevor.
Corporal Roberts took a firm grip on Dr. Parchai’s balls and rotated
them through a full turn. Dr. Parchai opened his mouth and screamed as the pain
signals from his groin reached his brain.
“Are you going to hold still or do you want the Corporal to twist them
off?” asked Major Trevor.
“I’ll be still,” said Dr. Parchai desperate to avoid the pain from his
tortured gonads.
“Cinnamon Breeze is your color,” said Sgt. Sykes admiring the result.
In a few minutes the three soldiers had applied full make-up to the
Doctor. Lt. Calley had selected a
matching bra and falsies from the equipment locker. After the bra was in place, they placed a
black curly wig on Dr. Parchai’s head and styled it.
“Shoot another memory stick of images,” directed Major Trevor.
“You’re not too bad as a girl,” said Major Trevor as Lt. Calley worked
the camera. The Major leaned forward and
kissed the Doctor on the lips.
“Want to fuck? Give me what I
want and you can fuck all four of us. We’ll go back to my quarters and get
naked. We’ll suck your cock and clean
out your asshole with our tongues for starters.
Sgt. Sykes is into water sports.
She’ll let you piss in her mouth.
Won’t you Sergeant?” said Major Trevor as she ran her tongue over Doctor
Parchai’s ear.
“Fucking right I will. I’ll wrap
my lips around your dick and swallow every drop of yellow,” said Sgt.
Sykes.
“Let’s finish him up, I mean her up,” said Major Trevor when Lt. Calley
had captured the images.
Sgt. Sykes forced Dr. Parchai to step into a short white skirt. The hem ended two inches above the top of his
hose and the waist settled on the Doctor’s hips below his navel. A matching white belly shirt barely covered
his chest and exposed his navel.
“Finishing touches,” said Lt. Calley clipping a pair of cheap dangling
earrings to Dr. Parchai’s lobes. The
Lieutenant slipped several bracelets onto the Doctor’s wrists and fastened a
gaudy necklace around his neck.
“Well, what do you think?” asked Major Trevor turning Dr. Parchai toward
the mirror.
“May Allah strike you dead for this,” said Dr. Parchai looking with
horror and disgust at his image in the mirror.
“He may well do that before this war is over; but too late for you and
your family. What do you think,
Lieutenant?” asked Major Trevor.
“If I ran into her in a pickup bar and it was late and I was drunk, I’d
be interested,” said Lt. Calley.
“Let’s add a beauty mark,’ said Major Trevor selecting a tiny heart from
the cosmetics kit and adhering it to Dr. Parchai’s cheek.
“Now, you can pose for us,” said Major Trevor.
Over the next several minutes, the soldiers placed Dr. Parchai in any
number of suggestive poses. They forced him to stick his tongue and rear out.
They took several up skirt photo. There
were several shots of him with a raised skirt fisting his cock.
“We’re going to make you a photo album and give it to your mother and father,” said Major Trevor when they were done.
“They will know you forced me to do this,” said Dr. Parchai.
“Yes they will but they will still look at the pictures. When they pass you on the street, they’ll
say. There’s Dr. Parchai. The Americans dressed him up as a female prostitute
and took his picture. This is your last chance before we show you off to your
fellow Iraqis. Where is Kamal?” asked
Major Trevor.
“I would tell you if I knew,” said Dr. Parchai.
“All right, let’s take the good doctor to Cell Block 14 and let him meet
his public,” said Major Trevor.
Minutes later, Dr. Parchai entered a large round room. The perimeter of
the space was lined with dozens of cells crammed with Iraqi prisoners. There
was a raised platform in the center of the room constructed of plywood. There
was a buzz of voices from the cells.
“Listen up, everyone. This is Dr.
Azul Parchai. He asked Allah to make him
into a girl and the Coalition obliged,” said Major Trevor grabbing a bullhorn
from one of the MPs and making an announcement.
Witnessing sexual abuse and torture by female soldiers of Military
Intelligence was a daily occurrence. It
was the only diversion for the prisoners other than at night when the MPs would
take a few prisoners out of their cell and amuse themselves. But the MPs lacked imagination and costumes.
The MPs idea of fun was forcing the male prisoners to suck each other’s cocks
or hauling one of the young female prisoners out for a gang rape.
The day before, the Major had brought a badly beaten female reputed to
be a former mistress of Saddam Hussein to Cell Block 14. Several of the prisoners recognized the woman
in spite of her ruined face. The
prisoners had watched as the woman was mounted by several of the American guard
dogs. Her piteous cries as she was
forced to suck the dog’s cock before being sodomised entertained the prison
population for several hours.
There was a murmur of anticipation from the prisoners as the three
dominatrices pushed Dr. Parchai forward.
The high heels gave him a wobbly walk.
The Iraqi prisoners loudly expressed their contempt for any man who
would dress as a woman. The cells were
populated with the dregs of Iraqi society.
Robbers, car jackers, rapists, and murderers along with drug dealers
lined the walls. Several cells contained
male and female prostitutes.
Lt. Calley helped Dr. Parchai to climb on to the raised platform. Sgt. Sykes and Corporal Roberts took their
places along side the Doctor.
“Last chance, where’s Kamal? Your wife and daughter have already given
him up. We’re just looking for confirmation,” whispered Major Trevor.
“I do not know,’ said Dr. Parchai.
“Butt fuck him,” said Major Trevor.
Dr. Parchai was forced into the tabletop position. He found himself weeping as he felt his skirt
being lifted and his panty pushed aside to expose his anus. He tried to mentally wall out the hundreds of
eyes watching his humiliation as he felt the column of latex land on his bottom. He squirmed as Lt. Calley applied a small
amount of lubricant to his anus then used her finger to work it into his
rectum.
“Down boy,” said Sgt. Sykes putting her boot on his shoulder to force
his face to the plywood floor.
Lt. Calley worked the head of the Stars and Stripes dildo into Dr.
Parchai’s anus. The Doctor cried out as
he felt the thick column slide several inches into his rectum. The Doctor took a deep breath in an attempt
to control the pain. A loud moan escaped
his lips as the dildo slid deeper. The pain was intense as his bowels were
stretched wide. The girth of the dildo
was several inches greater than his rectum.
Prisoners in the cells called out for the Lieutenant to bury the dildo
in the Doctor’s bowels. Many of the
prisoners masturbated as they watched. Finally to a cheer from the onlookers, the
Lieutenant’s crotch reached Dr. Parchai’s buttocks. Lt. Calley began a vigorous stroking as Dr.
Parchai clinched his fists. He looked at
a nearby cell and saw that the inhabitants were pointing at him and laughing. He looked back at Major Trevor and saw she
was holding a large professional looking video camera. Tears came to his eyes as he realized his
sodomization was being recorded and that the heartless American Major would
distribute it to the members of the Iraqi National Congress who in turn would
make sure that all Iraqis witness his shame.
At that moment, Doctor Parchai broke.
“Stop, for the love of Allah, I’ll tell you where Kamal is,” screamed
Dr. Parchai.
Immediately, Major Trevor stepped forward and knelt by the Doctor. A raucous cry of disapproval arose from the
cells. Lt. Calley held her position with
the dildo fully embedded in Dr. Parchai’s rectum.
“Where’s Kamal?” asked Major Trevor kneeling by the Doctor and
whispering in his ear.
“He’s in our cousin’s home, outside of
“What’s the name of your cousin?”
“Muhammad
Al-Kuuzaai, he lives on the main road leading into
“Excellent, Lt. Calley remove the dildo from Dr. Parchai’s asshole,”
said Major Trevor hurrying off to see the Colonel.
“What
should we do with the prisoner,” asked Lt. Calley?
“Until we
can confirm his information, put him in that cell,” said Major Trevor pointing
to a nearby cell filled to bursting with rapists.
The Major
ignored the protests of Dr. Parchai as she walked back to her office talking on
the radio to the strike team headed toward
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