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Copyright 2006

 

Chapter 1  – Abu Ghraib

 

     “That will be all, Sergeant,” said Major Nancy Grace Trevor as she and Captain Cynthia (Cindy) Mariah Caldwell entered Interrogation Room 1.  It was one of the sixteen rooms designated for questioning of prisoners in the enormous stone facility built by Saddam Hussein to imprison and torture enemies of his regime.

     During the first days of the American occupation, the US Army had allowed the media to view the horrors of the facility.  Television screens in the United States had been filled with images of torture devices in what was referred to as “Saddam’s Chamber of Horrors”.  After warning their viewers of the graphic nature of what they were about to see, the telecasters narrated a brief description of the rooms dedicated to various forms of rape and torture.  Not surprisingly, considering the audience was the prominence given to rape rooms where female prisoners were gang raped while relatives were forced to watch.  Interrogation Room 1 had gotten little media attention but it was the Major’s favorite. 

     It was smaller than the other rooms and simpler.  Stark white tiles covered the floor, walls, and ceiling.  In the center of all four walls was a tile mosaic containing the smiling image of Saddam Hussein.  Major Trevor interpreted the mosaics as his way of informing the victims he heartily approved of their suffering. 

     The center of the room contained something that could easily be mistaken for an oversized bathtub.  A bathtub with benefits was how the Major characterized it.  The faucets were labeled with the single letters H and C, indicating American or British origin.  Built into the wall behind an access panel were a hot water heater and a cold-water chiller.  The hot water reached temperatures hot enough to remove flesh and the cold could produce hypothermia in a matter of minutes.

     The Major liked to slip off occasionally and bath in the tub rather than use the communal showers in the officer’s quarters.  “There’s nothing like a warm bubble bath to help me relax,” said the Major to her subordinates.  “Even though we’re killers by profession, we need to stay in touch with our girly girl selves.”

     At the end of the tub there was an odd looking contraption whose purpose would be immediately recognizable to a select few.  Certainly, a small coterie of individuals employed by the CIA or the Mexican Federal Police would immediately discern its raison d’etre.  Its most sizeable component is a rectangular flat surface made of a sturdy sheet of resin plastic.  The Major had recorded its measurements precisely in case she decided to one day build her own.

     It was exactly one meter wide and two meters in length.  Numerous two-centimeter holes were cut into the surface to allow it to easily slip below the surface of the water.  Nylon straps and latches located along its length allowed the prisoner to be tightly secured on their back.  A series of smaller straps at one end restrained the prisoner’s skull.

     But to the Major, the creative portion of the machine was a series of wheels and pulleys that allowed the prisoner to be easily submerged in the tub then raised almost effortlessly by a single lever.  A stack of counterweights permitted the one hundred and twenty five pound Major to submerge a two hundred pound prisoner with the application of a few foot-pounds of energy. 

     The elimination of the need for the interrogator to be assisted by two or three muscular helpers gave the process a feeling of intimacy the Major greatly appreciated.  As a result, the Major had made extensive photographs and line drawings of the device’s construction then searched through the prison’s extensive files and located the engineering blueprints used in its fabrication. She had also found numerous photographs and videos of prisoners being subjected to what was in torturer’s parlance, a water board.  The Major viewed the artifacts, as an important part of the memorabilia professional soldiers tend to collect during a lifetime of service to their country.  She had carefully packed them and arranged for them to be placed in storage near her parent’s home in West Palm Beach.

     Water board techniques were highly regarded by those charged with extracting useful information from detainees.  Throughout the world, any intelligence service worth its salt practiced some form of water boarding.  Major Trevor had been favorably impressed with the equipment she found in Interrogation Room 1.

    “Saddam couldn’t govern worth a shit and his army was piss poor but he had a way with pain,” was the Major’s comments to her subordinates.

     The Major and Captain had made use of the room on numerous occasions but today was going to be special.     

     “Yes, Sir,” said Sergeant Devlin smartly.  He and the two privates left quickly, leaving the room to the two female officers and the prisoner, Colonel (Retired) Abdul Hakim Zawahiri. 

      Abdul was naked, lying on his back strapped to the water board.  His clothes were piled in a nearby corner.   Nylon straps secured him to the point movement was limited to an inch at most.

     Colonel Abdul of the Republican Guard had been one of the favorite interrogators of Saddam Hussein.  He had worked in Abu Ghraib for six years prior to the US invasion.  A heart condition had forced his early retirement.

     He shared the Major’s preference for Interrogation Room 1.  In fact, he had designed the equipment and documented the techniques he was about to experience.  That prospect left him completely terrified.

     In spite of the straps across his forehead, he was able to turn his eyes and see, to his shock, the two American officers were undressing.  He had heard rumors the Americans used naked females to interrogate Iraqi prisoners but had not believed them.  When he was assigned to Abu Ghraib, there were no women in the elite Republican Guard unit that ran the prison.  He had not understood America’s dedication to eliminating gender discrimination extended to the interrogation and torture of prisoners.

      “No point in getting our uniforms wet and having to go back to our quarters and change,” said Captain Crawford slipping her cotton panty down her legs.  

      “Besides, its more fun,” whispered Major Trevor.  “Don’t you just love the way, the poor bastards look at us when they see us naked.  They actually think we’re going to fuck them.”

      “Men are such idiots,” said Captain Crawford.  The Captain was from a middle class suburb located in what is termed Chicagoland.  Her degree in secondary education from the University of Illinois had lead to a teaching job she quickly came to despise.

     She had joined the army in her mid twenties after a disastrous marriage that left her with a decidedly negative view of the male sex.  She had changed from enthusiastic heterosexuality to dedicated and committed homosexuality.  After a brief association, her male counterparts labeled her a castrating bitch dyke from hell.

     The Captain’s drastic change in outlook was brought about by four years of marriage to a domineering and controlling husband who did everything possible to mistreat her mentally and physically.

     Captain Crawford considered Major Trevor the best officer she had ever served and was willing to follow her anywhere, doing her bidding without the slightest hesitation.  The Captain was desperately in love with her commanding officer and never missed an opportunity for sex.

      Major Trevor’s background was very different from the Captain’s.  Her parents were wealthy plastic surgeons with a lucrative practice in South Florida.  The Major’s military career was unexpected, the result of a life-changing encounter that occurred while a junior at the University of Florida.

     One of her ROTC instructors persuaded her to take a serious look at the frivolous, hedonistic life she was leading.  Colonel Alice Todd saw the hidden potential in Nancy Trevor.  Nancy for her part had become disenchanted with the pointlessness of the drugs and sex she was experiencing on a daily basis. 

      Nancy, much to everyone’s surprise, changed almost overnight from the campus’s quintessential party girl to a serious student.  It turned out she had a gift for languages.  With Colonel Todd’s encouragement, she mastered Arabic and Farsi making her an invaluable asset to a military heavily engaged in the Middle East.  Upon graduation, Nancy received a commission in the US Army and was assigned to the Intelligence Branch.

     She had proved to be an excellent officer and was rapidly promoted.  At Abu Ghraib, she had achieved outstanding results where others failed.   Her commanding officer gave her carte blanche to do as she wished as long as she got the intelligence considered crucial to crushing the insurgency. 

     Must be like old home week for you, Abdul,” said Major Trevor taking a seat on a wheeled stool and rolling it to his side.  The Major firmly believed in maintaining close proximity to her subject even though it had gotten her a face full of spit on several occasions.

     However, it had not happened since she reacted against the last prisoner who expressed his contempt by expectorating in her face.  After she calmly wiped his sputum off, she had him taken to the middle of the cell block where other prisoners watched her masturbate him to full erection then insure its continuance by tightening a leather cock ring around the base of his penis and balls.  

     Aware of the need for showmanship, she had donned a microphone and narrated her actions in excellent Arabic as she inserted a long thin glass rod in his piss hole.  The prisoners had watched fascinated as the rod slowly descended into the man’s bladder evidenced by a thin stream of urine that bathed the Major’s hand.

     The climatic moment occurred when she began striking his penis along its length with a rubber mallet.  The shattering of the glass rod into tiny shards left the man in a state of untold agony. 

     Afterwards, the MP’s forced the man to drink several litters of water.  The results were long streams of blood red piss accompanied by screams so terrifying that spitting in the Major’s face immediately became a thing of the past.  

     After that episode, the American Major acquired an almost mythic stature among the prisoners.  The superstitious declared her to be the bride of Satan averting their eyes and reciting phrases from the Quran to ward off evil when she passed through the corridors outside their cells.

     “Please, I have a bad heart,” said Abdul conscious of the two nude officers sitting on each side of him.  The back of his head was only inches from the surface of the icy water.

     “I know.  Your medical records were on file in the headquarters building.  I have to hand it to you Republican Guards, you wrote everything down, very complete records.  I was favorably impressed,” said Major Trevor speaking in a business-like clipped military tone.  Technically, Colonel Zawahiri outranked her. 

     “Please, Major, my tribe will pay a large ransom to free me,” said Abdul.

     “Did you patent your design,” asked Major Trevor casually placing her hand on his limp penis?  At the Major’s nod, Captain Crawford placed her hand on his testicles, gently cupping them.  The only contact the Captain had with male sexual organs was at the Major’s direction. 

     “Patent, I don’t understand,” said Abdul acutely aware of the presence of their hands on his sex.  It brought to mind the many times he had groped female and male prisoners in that very room.

     “This device for water boarding, Colonel.  I love the way you counterbalanced the prisoner’s weight so even a female like myself can easily submerge a full grown man,” said Major Trevor taking hold of the handle to dip Abdul down into the water for a brief second before pushing the handle in the other direction to lift him.

     “I said my heart is weak.  You will kill me,” said Abdul after he sputtered free of the ice cold water.

     “That’s the idea, killing you that is,” said the Major.  “Several prominent Iraqi families have kicked in a few dollars to pay for your elimination from this earth.  It seems you tortured the wrong people and they want revenge and are willing to pay for it.  You know what they say.  Whatever comes around goes around.”

     “I don’t understand.  You are being paid to kill me,” said Abdul.

     “Captain Crawford used her computer skills to correlate the names of families you tortured in the last three years to a list of wealthy Iraqi clans.  We managed to locate five who were willing to pay ten thousand dollars apiece to pay for your demise as long as done in a suitably horrifying fashion.  Five hundred Ben Franklins are resting in my top right hand desk drawer,” said Major Trevor squirting a warming jelly over Abdul’s cock and balls.

     “This is against the Geneva Convention,” said Abdul feeling his penis swell as the Major and Captain began to masturbate him.

     “God yes, it is.  I totally agree.  Cold-blooded murder for hire is certainly not in line with the Convention’s rules for treating prisoners of war.  Nor was what you did in this very room to women and even children.  How many pussies did you finger fuck right before you dipped them in the icy water?  Was it five hundred, a thousand?  We have only begun to go through your files,” said Major Trevor stroking his lengthening cock.

     “Those people were criminals.  They were disloyal to the President.  They were traitors and spies,” said Abdul.

     “So did you patent your version of the water board or not?  I need to know.  I found your drawings.  They’re pretty impressive.  But then again, you went to engineering school in the United States.  I understand Rensselaer Polytechnic is second to none in basic engineering,” said Major Trevor as she handed Captain Crawford a disposable razor. 

     The Captain shaved a small square in the center of Abdul’s chest then cinched a heart monitor around his chest placing the sensor on the bare spot.  “We’re set.  His pulse is one hundred three, a little high,” said the Captain after plugging the monitor into a scope.

     “Getting excited, Abdul?  Is that because of the terrific hand job, the Captain and I are providing?” asked the Major.

     “Allah and the Prophet protect me,” whispered Abdul.

     “Sorry, Colonel, Allah is on break and the Prophet don’t give a shit about your murderous, thieving ass,” said the Major slowly stroking Abdul’s cock as the Captain massaged his gonads. 

      “You Americans are just as bad, no worse, than the scum we kept here,” said Abdul trying to distract himself to prevent an erection.  He was not aware the lunch he ate an hour earlier contained a strong dose of an erectile dysfunction drug.  He was surprised at his growing erection since he had been impotent for the last six months.

     “Not quite as bad, we draw the line at age fourteen.  You have to be fourteen years old to ride on Major Trevor’s torture machines,” said Captain Crawford dipping the tip of an inflatable butt plug in a jar containing a cream laced with crystal meth.  “You were dumb enough to leave file cabinets showing you sticking your dick in little girls as you drowned them while their Mom and Dad watched.”

     “The Captain’s correct. We found pictures of you and six year olds.  That’s why tomorrow when you’re a pile of ashes in Saddam’s crematorium, nobody, absolutely nobody, will miss your pedophiliac ass.  And don’t expect Allah to form a welcoming committee when you reach heaven.  Torturing and raping children is sinful according to my reading of the Quran.

     “Please, I was just following orders,” said Abdul in a tone of utter despair.  Tears began to flow from the corner of his eyes.  He gave a small start as Captain Crawford inserted the inflatable anal butt plug in his rectum then wailed aloud,  “What are you doing?”

     “The Captain has placed an inflatable butt plug in your asshole, Colonel.  It has been dipped in a cream containing crystal meth.  Are you familiar with Keistering?” asked the Major.

     “Please, stop, my family can pay,” said Abdul groaning as the large plug entered his rectum.

     “Also called a booty bump in San Francisco.  The mucous membranes of your rectum with take the crystal straight into your blood stream.  You last fuck is going to be so hot your heart explodes.  The hissing sound you hear is the plug being inflated,” said the Major.

     “It’s hurts. Take it out,” whined the Colonel.

     “Of course it hurts.  The walls of your rectum are expanding to accommodate the plug’s increase in girth.  For a top man like yourself who has never taken it up the butt, I imagine it’s very painful,” said Major Trevor.

     “You’re hurting me,” whined Abdul. “I have a bad heart.”

     “Yeah, we know all about your bum ticker.  Now quit whining and die like a soldier,” said Captain Crawford.

     “Right, the butt plug is not that bad.  We can’t have you shitting all over the place when you croak,” said Major Trevor.

      “He’s not getting any harder,” said the Captain noting that the Colonel’s cock was only semi-erect.

      “I’ll take care of that,” said Major Trevor leaning forward to take Abdul’s cock in her mouth.  She quickly assumed a full lip stroke starting at the tip of his penis and ending with her lips buried in his pubic hair.  His cockhead lodged in her pulsating throat as her tongue slipped past her lower lip to lick his scrotum.   

      “You lucky prick, the Major is giving you a final blow job,” said the Captain admiring her superior officer’s dedication to getting the job done.

      After several minutes, Major Trevor stopped and issued an order.  “Tie him off.  He’s as hard as my tenth grade Algebra teacher.”

      Captain Crawford quickly slipped a rawhide thong around the base of Abdul’s cock and balls and pulled it very tight.  He screamed when she drew the leather so tight the blood in his penis was trapped.   “That should keep him hard till we’re done,” she said.

     “Excellent work, I need to take a leak,” said Major Trevor standing up.

     “Me too, Chai tea flows through me like a mountain spring,” said Captain Crawford.

     Abdul watched as the two officers straddled the tub and urinated.  He was shocked to see them embrace and kiss as two healthy streams of urine noisily landed in the water.

     “Wow, I really needed to go.  That was strong yellow,” said Major Trevor as they finished.

     “Take the paint off a Humvee,” added Captain Crawford.

      “Here, lube me up.  This fucking desert dries out my pussy,” said Major Trevor handing a tube of lubricating jell to the Captain.  The Major assumed a wide legged stance as she bent at the waist.

      “My cunt gets dry as sand, too,” said the Captain squeezing jell on her fingers then working it around the entrance to the Major’s vagina.  The Captain took the opportunity to lean forward and lick the yellow drops off her vulva.

     “We need to have another piss party.  Every one had such a good time at the last one,” said Major Trevor watching the Captain’s tongue capture the golden droplets.

     “It was a lot of fun.  I will never forget watching that Kurdish girl drink a whole gallon of pee all by herself.  She must have been hollow inside,” said Captain Crawford as she worked the lubricant deep inside the Major.

     “What are you going to do to me,” asked Abdul as the now lubricated Major straddled his body.

     “The same thing you did to those little girls.  I’m going to fuck you while you either drown or your heart explodes.  Whatever happens first,” said Major Trevor positioning Abdul’s cock head in her opening then slowly lowering herself.  She groaned with pleasure as it filled her cavity.

     “Please, no,” pleaded Abdul.

     “I do promise to quit fucking you once you’re dead.  I won’t be like you and keep pounding away ten minutes after their heart stops,” said Major Trevor as her bottom came to rest on his groin.  “Now, that feels damn good.  Your cockhead is nuzzling my cervix.  Feel it?”  The Major moved her bottom in a circular motion enjoying the sensation of having her pussy filled by a man who would be dead in a few minutes.

     “Thirty seconds to start then go to forty five and finally a full minute,” said the Captain positioning herself to operate the controls.

     “Right, let’s not rush.  Asphyxiophilia and necrophilia are uncommon pleasures.  They deserve to be enjoyed at a leisurely pace,” said Major Trevor as she flicked her already hard nipples with her fingernails.  “Ready.”

    Captain Crawford pushed the lever to lower the top half of Abdul’s body into the bath of ice water and piss as the Major began a rhythmic raising and lowering of her body. 

      Abdul’s struggles under water resulted in an incredible flow of energy to his cock that in turn was transmitted into the Major’s body causing her to react violently, slamming her sex down on his cock.

      “Death is one incredible fuck.  You should try it some time, Captain,” said Major Trevor her head back and her eyes closed as she felt the power of what was happening to the Colonel.

      “Maybe I could go down on a female prisoner while the bitch drowns.  That would be hot.  Especially when she lets it all fly and pisses in my mouth,” said Captain Crawford visualizing cunilingus on one of the females from the cell they reserved for especially attractive prisoners.

      After thirty seconds, the Colonel was raised to the surface.  Once he caught his breath, he screamed in terror only to be lower again.

          “Orgasm one,” shouted the Major working her clit furiously as she slammed her vagina down on the Colonel’s rock hard cock.    “Fuck me, you piece of shit,” screamed the Major.

     The process continued for several minutes filled with the sounds of Major Trevor announcing the onset of another powerful orgasm while the Colonel screamed for them to stop.  The Major’s climaxes grew more powerful as the Colonel’s cries weakened.

     As the Major screamed,  “Orgasm Ten,” Captain Crawford announced the Colonel’s heart had flat lined.  “He’s gone.  Bastards heart blew out like a busted balloon.”

     Major Trevor reached back for the end of the rawhide thong binding Abdul’s cock and balls and untied the knot.  The thong loosened and the built up pressure sent a stream of semen and urine into her vagina.  The Major squeezed his balls and groin to empty both reservoirs of their fluids.

    “Oh shit, God damn, motherfucker, if I live to be a thousand years, this will be remembered,” said Major Trevor leaning back to tighten her pelvic floor muscles and experience the full impact of the high velocity of Abdul’s body fluids as they surged into her vagina.

    “Share, please,” asked Captain Crawford slipping to the floor to lie on her back?

    “Always, with a comrade in arms,” said Major Trevor carefully raising herself off Abdul’s body.  She tightened her vagina to retain as much of its content as possible.

     The Major positioned her body over the Captain’s.   She straddled the Captain’s head with her knees as she lowered her vagina.  Sensing the Captain’s lips surrounded the opening; she relaxed her muscles, allowing the fluids to escape.

     Major Trevor licked the engorged clitoris as she listened to the sound of Abdul’s urine and semen being drawn from her pussy.  She sensed the Captain’s lust was building as she swirled her tongue around her clit while penetrating her anus with two fingers.  Sensing the rhythmic contractions of the rectal walls, the Major added a second finger stretching the sphincter adding to the intensity of the pending orgasm.

    The Major hung on as a powerful climax racked the Captain’s larger body causing it to buck wildly off the floor.  It was several minutes before they recovered enough to speak.

     “I’d say it was the best so far.  Your idea of inserting an inflatable plug in his ass to stop him up was a good one.  The smell of shit took the edge off the last one,” said the Major.

     “Definitely, the best so far.  Your cunt was yummy,” said the Captain licking her lips.

     “You like dead man’s come and piss but have no taste for the living,” said the Major.

     “The fact they’re dead is what makes it taste so good,” said the Captain.

Chapter 2  – Prisoner Interrogation

 

     “Who paid you, Adnan,” asked Major Trevor addressing the naked man standing on top of the flimsy wooden crate?  Her voice was calm and measured as she spoke in the Arab dialect favored by Baghdadi.

     His hands were tied behind his back.  There was a strand of piano wire looped around the base of his gonads.  The other end was fastened to the ceiling. The wire wasn’t long enough to reach the ground.  The only remarkable thing about the man was the size of his cock.  Its length and thickness were completely out of proportion to his average physique.  Testicles, the size of navel oranges, complemented his penis.

     “I don’t know, please, I know nothing,” pleaded Adnan.  There were tears streaming down his face and he was trembling.  He was having difficulty maintaining his balance on the rickety wooden box.  He was terrified of falling because one slip would leave him hanging by his cock and balls.  He didn’t doubt the thin wire would sever his manhood.

       Interrogation Room 12 had been the American media’s favorite and the hooks in the ceiling had appeared on practically every television in the US.  It was one of the largest rooms of its type and suited to handle the interrogation of more than one prisoner at a time, causing Major Trevor to nickname it, ‘The Family Room’.  Downstairs in the prison archives were thousands of video files depicting entire families being tortured during Saddam Hussein’s rule.

      Often, three generations were hung upside down with their legs widely spread.  Torture and mutilation of the genitals were routine.  Castration was the usual outcome.

     “You must know something, Adnan,” said Major Trevor as she covered her palm in a lubricating jell then placed her hand around his cock and slowly began stroking it.  “You knew enough to bury an IED on the roadside and set if off just as a convoy of Marines was driving by.  You were still carrying the cell phone used to detonate it.  That wasn’t very smart.”

     “It wasn’t me.  I had nothing to do with that.  I found the cell phone by the road.  I am a man of peace,” said Adnan.

     “What do you think, Lieutenant,” asked Major Trevor speaking to Lieutenant Beth Anne Neely, the most recent addition to the Major’s team of interrogators?  She had only arrived the previous day and been surprised and apprehensive when the Major ordered her to join in debriefing a prisoner.  The Lieutenant was standing close by in order to closely observe the Major’s interrogation technique.

     “I think he’s a lying piece of shit.  Let’s cut one of his nuts off and make him eat it,” said the Lieutenant.  Her voice still contained a trace of the East Tennessee accent she had worked hard to erase.  Lt. Neely silently warned herself to watch her speech.  She didn’t want the Major to think she was some ignorant hillbilly.

     “It’d be a shame to chop up a nice pecker like this.  We’d call it a whopper back in South Beach.  Adnan, you could put on a Speedo and troll for queers.  I bet a stud like you gets a lot of pussy,” said the Major slowly stroking his soft cock with both hands causing the box to shake.

     “Please don’t hurt me. I’ve told you all I know,” sobbed Adnan.

     “Oh, you know much more and if you don’t tell us, I’m going to let the Lieutenant cut open your sack and remove one of your testicles.  On the other hand, if you cooperate, the Lieutenant and I will take very good care of you.  We’re both anxious to experience your big cock in our pussy,” said Major Trevor.  “Aren’t we, Lieutenant?”

        “All he has to do is talk and he can screw me right here on the floor, but if he wants to see how his balls look outside his sack, I can do that too,” said Lt. Neely, as she took a K-bar knife out of the pocket.

        “They paid me two hundred dollars.  My children were hungry.”  Adnan struggled to ignore the pleasurable sensations the Major was inducing in spite of the situation.  She seemed to know everything; even that he was very popular with the local women in the slum called Sadr City.

     “When was the last time you fucked your wife?  Can she take your schlong up her ass” asked Major Trevor seeking to disorient and confuse Adnan?  Having given up one piece of information, it was only a matter of time before he dumped his bucket.

     “Yes, she allows me to sodomize her,” said Adnan recalling the last time he had ordered Fatima down on her hands and knees so he could enter her anally. 

     “She must love getting her shit packed with this.  I know I would,” said Major Trevor working her hand from the base of his balls to the tip of his cock.  “What do you think, Lieutenant?  Like to give it a try?”

     “Sure, if Adnan tells us who paid him, I’ll suck his cock, eat his ass, and let him fuck me in both holes,” said the Lieutenant agreeing with her superior officer.

     “How about your Momma, Adnan? You fuck her, too?  I bet she let you have a piece when Daddy was at the mosque and Mom hadn’t been getting enough cock.  I’ve heard boys in Sadr City get to screw their Mom during Ramadan.”

     “No, I don’t know,” said Adnan confused and embarrassed by the Major’s questions and terrified of losing his balance.  The size of his cock was a source of pride to Adnan.  His wife had bragged to the neighbor’s wives about his manhood and several of them had tried it themselves while their husbands were away.

     “He looks like a motherfucker to me.  I bet he fucked his grandmother, too,” said Lt. Neely eager to display her toughness.  Only six months before she had received her bachelor in Public Administration from the University of Tennessee in Knoxville.  She was the first member of her rural family to attend college.  

     “How about me, Adnan?  You want to see my tits,” asked Major Trevor opening her blouse to reveal her bra?  The Major was wearing a style that unhooked in the front.  She opened her bra freeing her breasts.

      “Yes,” said Adnan.  His eyes were drawn to the Major’s augmented breasts.  They were large for her stature and perfectly shaped.  In spite of his perilous state, he watched transfixed as the Major pulled and twisted her long nipples.

     “Tell me what I want to know and you can suck them,” said Major Trevor resuming her stroking of Adnan’s cock.  “We’ll go to my quarters and get down and dirty.  I’ll do anything you want.  I know how much Iraqi men like their asshole sucked.”

     “It wasn’t me.  I did not kill your Marines,” said Adnan feeling his cock respond to the Major’s hand.

     “I can’t believe you’re still lying to me after I’m nice enough to show you what Mom and Dad gave me for my sixteenth birthday.  My Dad was my cosmetic surgeon.  The man is a living saint.  He spends his entire day giving small-breasted women back their confidence and pride.  What do you think?  Be honest,” said Major Trevor ceasing her cock stroking to cup and lift her breasts.  Her nipples were only inches from Adnan’s mouth.

       “They’re very beautiful.  Please let me go.  I’ll tell you everything,” said Adnan.

      “Then tell me who paid you to bury the IED then gave you the cell phone to set if off.  Look we’re not after guys like you.  You’re a little fish.  We want those behind the insurgency,” said Major Trevor leaning forward to where her face was only inches from his.

      “I don’t know his name,” said Adnan.  “He was not from my neighborhood.”

      “Now, we’re getting somewhere.  You deserve a reward,” said Major Trevor stepping back then pulling Lieutenant Neely in front of her facing Adnan.  Less than six inches separated Adnan from the Lieutenant.

     “The Lieutenant is only twenty three, just graduated college.  She was elected Miss Volunteer her senior year.  She’s beautiful and she loves to fuck.  You can have her too,” said Major Trevor reaching around Lt. Neely to unbutton her blouse.

      Adnan watched transfixed as the Major’s nimble fingers made short work of the buttons then opened the Lieutenant’s bra to free her smaller breasts.

      “You can suck them then I’ll let you fuck me any way you want,” said the Lieutenant pressing her breasts against Adnan’s bare chest as she took over the task of stroking his cock.  One hand reached around to grasp his buttock pressing his erect cock against her abdomen as she masturbated him.

      “Come on Adnan.  Tell us who was behind the IED.  We’re horny and ready for that big cock of yours.  Why protect some asshole who’s probably back in Sadr City fucking your wife in the ass while you’re here about to get your cock and balls ripped off?” said Major Trevor.

     “His name was Rashid Allawhi. He owns the bakery on the corner,” said Adnan.

     “Are you certain? You wouldn’t be lying just to get your pecker in our tight wet pussies?” asked the Major.

     “Rashid belongs to Al Qaeda.  He meets at night with Zawahiri to plan the attacks.  Please let me go.  I have told you all I know,” said Adnan feeling his legs weaken and the crate shake. 

     “What do you think, Lieutenant,” asked Major Trevor. “You think he’s lying?”

     “He’s too scared to lie,” said Lt. Neely surprised that in spite of the circumstances Adnan’s cock was hard as a rock.  Lieutenant Neely was a tall, beautiful blonde with a good figure and was used to turning men’s heads and hardening their cocks even though she preferred sex with her own gender.   

     “I’m just a shop keeper. Please let me go. I’ve told you all I know,” whined Adnan before adding,  “I would be honored to fuck the two of you if that is your wish.”

     “Let me check something while you suck his cock, Lieutenant,” said Major Trevor walking quickly toward the small table to her laptop computer.  She quickly keyed the name Adnan had supplied.

     “Right, Major,” said Lt. Neely kneeling down to take Adnan’s cock head in her mouth.

     This is a test and I intend to pass with flying colors decided Lt. Neely as she swirled her tongue over the head tasting sweat and inhaling the aroma of unwashed flesh.  I’ve sucked nastier the Lieutenant realized as she energetically applied herself to Adnan’s cock.

     “Rashid Allawhi owns a bakery on your street.  There’s another report in the database listing him as a member of Al Qaeda in Iraq,” said Major Trevor studying the laptop screen.

     “We have two sources, then,” said Lt. Neely taking Adnan’s cock out of her mouth for a second to respond.

     “Right, I think Adnan’s deserves a reward.  Think you can get him to pop, Lieutenant?” asked Major Trevor stepping back to where she was standing right beside the kneeling officer.

     “Yes, Sir,” said Lt, Neely her words muffled by the penis in her mouth.

     “We’ll take you down as soon as you shoot your load in Lt. Neely’s mouth,” said Major Trevor leaning over to take Adnan’s nipple in her mouth.

     Lt. Neely had joined the army out of a deep desire to serve her country.  She knew that while the Major’s techniques were unorthodox they were highly effective.  Lt. Neely was determined to give it all she had, as her lips passed back and forth over the shaft. 

     As she reached for Adnan’s balls and gave them a gentle squeeze, she redoubled her efforts to bring him to orgasm.  An experienced and talented fellatrice whose skills had been honed from middle school onward, she reached one hand behind him to grasp his buttocks and pull him toward her forcing the cock head to reach and then enter her throat.  The tip of her tongue slipped out over her lower teeth to flutter against his scrotum.

    The Major leaned down to whisper in Lieutenant Neely’s ear.  “Raise your hand when he starts to shoot. And no matter what, do not let his cock out of your mouth,” said the Major before standing up to resume sucking Adnan’s nipples.

      Adnan began to twist and shake as he felt his orgasm build.  The prostitutes in the bazaar, heirs to a thousand year old tradition, were not as capable of giving pleasure as the American officers.

      Adnan recalled the words of Rashid concerning the women who served in the American army.  “They are truly Satan’s whores.  There is no act too sinful for them to perform.”

    Unable to control his body, he felt his muscles contract as sperm raced to reach the Lieutenant’s mouth.  

     The Lieutenant’s arm shot up as semen covered her tongue.  Major Trevor stepped behind Adnan and wrapped her arms around him.  She lifted him slightly as she kicked the wooden crate out from underneath.  It traveled several feet smashing into a nearby wall.  The Major noted with satisfaction, Lt. Neely was still sucking his cock, draining every drop of semen.

     Adnan panicked as he realized the only thing supporting him were the Major’s arms. 

     Major Trevor’s lips were practically touching Adnan’s ear as she spoke.  “I happened to be right behind the Marine convoy you blew up.  I held Corporal Whitcomb in my arms as he died.  He kept calling me by his wife’s name, Lucy, as he bled all over my tits.  I promised him I would send whoever set off the IED straight to hell,” said the Major before allowing Adnan to slip out of her arms. 

     Adnan’s body suspended in space for several seconds then there was a loud snapping sound as the thin wire sliced through his cock and balls.  He fell to the ground screaming.  A fountain of blood spewed from his groin.  He twisted from side to side for a matter of seconds then lost consciousness and died from exsanguinations.

     “Excellent work, Lieutenant,” said Major Trevor reaching her hand down to help Lt. Neely to her feet.  The room was quiet except for a hissing sound of the Lieutenant sucking air through Adnan’s severed urethra.  Blood and urine were seeping out of the corners of the Lieutenant’s mouth.

     As the Lieutenant came to standing, the Major placed her hands around each testicle and squeezed hard flattening them in her fist.  “Making sure we got it all.” 

     Lt. Neely felt the onrush of fluids as the Major squeezed.  A moan of pleasure sounded from the back of her throat as the warm liquid filled her mouth.

     “Share, Lieutenant,” said the Major, as she removed Adnan’s cock from the Lieutenant’s mouth.  Major Trevor wrapped her arms around the Lieutenant kissing her passionately their tongues trading Adnan’s semen, urine, and blood.

     “That was fucking awesome, Major.  Thank you, Sir, for including me,” said Lieutenant Neely looking down on the still twitching body once the kiss ended. 

     “Makes for one hell of a cocktail, Lieutenant,” said the Major, as she licked the corners of the Lieutenant’s mouth.

     “It was something every girl dreams of, but very few actually experience,” said Lt. Neely. 

     “Something I learned in Afghanistan.  The Pushtun’s turn their prisoners over to the women of the tribe.  It’s a coming of age ritual for a young Afghan girl to suck a prisoner hard then cut off this package and squeeze his nuts dry,” said the Major.

     “Feeling a man die while his dick is in my mouth has got to be the most profound experience of my life,” said Lt. Neely.

     “You did very well, Lieutenant.  Consider yourself part of my team.”

     “Thank you, Major.  I’ll do my best to exceed your expectations,” said Lt. Neely in awe of what had just happened.  The realization she had just held a man’s spurting cock in her mouth as he was castrated was not lost on her.  Her grandfather who had served in Vietnam had told her she would see and experience amazing things but she had never imagined it would be this exciting.

     Still warm, this is how I prefer my cock,” said Major Trevor holding the bloody carrion in her hand.

     “He had one hell of a pecker,” said Lt. Neely.

     “Have that put in Saddam’s oven,” said Major Trevor tossing the severed cock and balls onto Adnan’s body.  She was referring to the crematory in the prison’s basement.

     “Yes, Sir,” said Lt. Neely saluting as Major Trevor started to leave the interrogation room.

     “What do I put on the report as cause of death, Major,” asked Lt. Neely?

     “Weak nuts, all these Iraqi have weak nuts.  Saddam must have put something in the water to give the men weak nuts.  In Kabul, we hung a Tadjik for four hours.  We finally had to slice them off in order to get to mess call on time,” said the Major.

Chapter 11 – New Technology Seminar

 

     “Come inside everyone and close the door,” said Captain Caldwell to the group standing outside Interrogation Room 7.

      The ten officers and enlisted men moved quickly into the gleaming new space that had been the subject of considerable buzz over the past three weeks.  A collective, “ahh,” rose from their mouths as they admired the completely refurbished facility.

     “This is really cool,” said Lt. Neely impressed with the newly tiled walls and the four stainless steel work stations.

     For the moment, everyone ignored the two men and two women restrained and gagged on the work stations.  The fact they were naked and looked both embarrassed and terrified didn’t surprise the soldiers.

     “This must have cost a fortune, Captain” said Sgt. Mary Saunders running her hand over the adjustable stainless steel table holding the younger of the two men before reaching over to fondle his cock as she whispered to the soldier beside her, “Jacking boy cock.  That takes me back to my high school days.”

     “It did,” said the Captain.  “It was paid for out of the funds appropriated for Iraqi Reconstruction.  Most of the equipment came from a company in Hamburg, Germany.”

     “Why didn’t they buy American made?” asked Lt. Neely.

     “Couldn’t find an American manufacturer who could provide what we needed.  Major Trevor tried, but no luck.  She wanted the very best and that turned out to be German,” said Captain Caldwell.

     “Who was General Reynolds, Captain?” asked Lt. Neely pointing to a large metal plaque fixed to the wall.  The plaque read, “Given in Loving Memory of Lt. General Marcus W, Reynolds.”

     “When Major Trevor realized the government funds allocated to rehab Room 7 weren’t sufficient, rather than accept lesser quality, she prevailed on the widow of General Reynolds to make a contribution to cover the shortfall.  General Reynolds was in charge of intelligence during the Afghan invasion.  Major Trevor considered him an unequaled superior officer and her mentor.  Unfortunately, he suffered a fatal heart attack while interrogating a female prisoner,” said Captain Caldwell.  “He was instructing his subalterns in the proper technique for whipping breasts, when his heart failed, a terrible loss to the nation.”

     “You two come in and join us,” yelled Captain Caldwell when two officers dressed in the uniform of the newly formed Iraqi army appeared in the doorway.  “Introduce yourself.”

     “Lt. Yasmina Al-Nuri reporting,” said the taller of the two, a slender attractive brunette.

     “Lt. Fatima Al-Parchai reporting,” said the other soldier whose most impressive feature was her oversized breasts.

     “Welcome.  As you are aware, training of Iraqi personnel to replace Coalition forces is a priority.  As of 0900 today, Yasmina and Fatima are assigned to Major Trevor’s command.  I want everyone to make them feel welcome.  They’re here to learn.  And the sooner they master the required skills, the quicker we get back home.”

     “Thank you, Captain Caldwell, we feel privileged to be working with your unit.  Everyone including Al Qaeda knows there is no finer intelligence gathering operation in Iraq,” said Lt. Al-Nuri.

    “Appreciate the positive attitude,” said Captain Caldwell.  “Let me run though the lecture part of this workshop then we can divide up into four groups and get some hands on experience.  Don’t hesitate to ask questions as we go along.  Any questions before we start?”

     “Who are the subjects?  They don’t look like Iraqis,” asked Lt. Neely referring to the four individuals strapped on the adjustable tables that formed the center of each workstation.

     “They’re not Iraqis.  They’re the Niles family from right outside Allentown, Pennsylvania.   They are members of the Religious Society of Friends better known as the Quakers,” said Capt. Caldwell.

     “How did they get here?” asked Sgt. Saunders.

     “That’s an interesting story.  Quakers are pacifists and the Niles family belongs to something called the Friends Society for Word Peace.  They illegally entered Iraq through Jordan two weeks ago.  These brave but misguided Americans were here to stop the armed struggle by personally intervening in conflict situations,” said Capt. Caldwell.

     “Are they out of their fucking minds?” asked Lt. Neely.

     “Actually, they’re not the only peaceniks to be sticking their nose into Iraq,” said Capt. Caldwell.  “But the Niles tripped an ambush, the 122^nd Marine Recon Unit had set up, and two Marines were wounded in the ensuing firefight,” said Capt. Caldwell.

     “I’m surprised the Marines didn’t blow their peace loving asses away,” said Lt. Barbara Murray.

     “The Marines took the Niles family into protective custody and transported them back to their base.  Unfortunately, discipline suffered a temporary failure and the Niles were mistreated,” said Capt. Caldwell.

     “How so,” asked Lt. Neely.

     “The two females were gang raped.  The mother, Sarah, is thirty nine and while no great beauty still has a good figure,” said Capt. Caldwell running her hands over the woman’s large breasts before capturing and crushing her nipples causing the prisoner to twist her body to the maximum extent allowed by the restraints.  “The 122^nd made it special by positioning her in a shoulder stand with her orifices pointed skyward for a double stuffing of both.”

      “You mean two of them had their cocks in her pussy and two in her asshole, all at the same time.  That’s impossible,” said Lt. Murray.

      “To an American Marine, nothing is impossible.  Besides they caught it all on video and sent us a copy along with the Niles,” said Capt. Caldwell.

      “Isn’t it queer to have your dick along with another guy’s in a girl’s asshole?” asked Lt. Neely.

      “We don’t ask and we don’t tell,” said Capt. Caldwell.

      “What did they do to you, sweetheart?” asked Sgt. Saunders pinching the younger girl’s nipple as she squirmed.

      Esther, who is fourteen, was a virgin, emphasizing the past tense” said Capt. Caldwell.  “The father, Jonathan, who’s forty and son, Joshua, eighteen, were forced to watch as the Marines repeatedly raped the women in all three orifices.  At some point, father and son were taken to a nearby supply tent for a prolonged session of deep tissue sodomy,” said Capt. Caldwell.

     “Marines will fuck anything including each other,” said Lt. Neely causing the group to laugh.

     “When their commander learned what happened, he ordered the Niles transferred to Abu Ghraib for their own safety.  Once they recovered, Major Trevor decided they would make excellent subjects for today’s training session,” said Capt. Caldwell.

     “Who shaved off their pubic hair?” asked Sgt. Saunders wrapping one hand around the smooth testicles of Jonathan Niles and squeezing.  Jonathan twisted in agony as a muffled cry escaped around the pumped up dildo gag in his mouth.

     “We have Sgt. Taylor to thank for that.  As you probably have guessed, today’s topic is Electrically Assisted Interrogation.  There is a slight chance that an electrical short will set the subject’s body hair on fire.  Since one of the advantages of using electricity is the lack of visible marks on the subject that can be imaged and appear in the media, a fire in the crotch is undesirable.  Sgt. Taylor was assigned to shave each of the Niles.  Everyone feel what a smooth shave she gave.”

     The Captain halted while her audience felt the sex of the four subjects.

     “Smooth as a baby’s butt,” commented Lt. Neely as she rubbed her hand over Esther Niles’ vulva allowing her fingers to explore the young girl’s vaginal opening.  “I wish we had been the ones to take her cherry.” 

     “Thanks to the boys of the 122^nd, we have little Esther’s deflowering on video.  It’s a classic poke and bleed documentary.  They measured to see who got her cherry.  A skinny little private from Lubbock with nine and a half inches broke her in. She squealed like a stuck pig when he split her open; screamed even louder when the runner up packed her shit for the first time.  It’s a compelling piece of film.  Major Trevor plans to the show it at our next unit party,” said Capt. Caldwell.

     “Can’t wait to see you take your first cock, Esther,” said Sgt. Saunders working two fingers inside Esther’s vagina as the girl cringed in humiliation.

     “Every one listen carefully so we can get through the boring introduction to the hands on training,” said Captain Caldwell as she pressed a key on her laptop to display a PowerPoint slide.

     “When Saddam Hussein was in power, electricity was commonly used in Abu Ghraib,” said Capt. Caldwell as she held up a head harness made of unfinished leather belting and copper plates.  “This is the head harness we found.   It’s crude but effective.  Nine times out of ten, the subject’s hair caught on fire.  Of course, Saddam didn’t have to worry about the New York Times or Human Rights Watch.  It was ‘Burn, Baby, Burn!’  We don’t give a shit.”

     The Captain changes slides to show a naked female being tortured with a cattle prod by three Latino males in uniform,

     “Many of the world’s security forces employ electrically assisted interrogation methods.  Our own CIA has a field kit they issue to interrogation specialists.  It’s very common in Mexico.  Even the local Mexican police employ electricity to elicit confessions to robberies, murders, etc.  It’s routine there.  One of my dorm mates in college made the mistake of buying cocaine off an undercover agent while on spring break in Cancun.  After they raped her for a couple of days, they stuck probes in her vagina and asshole and wrapped copper wires around her nipples.  She spent the worst afternoon of her life being sparked by those bastards.  Burnt both nipples clean off.”

     “What happened after that?” asked Lt. Neely.

     “Put her on the plane home.  She was never quite the same after that.  My motto is stay out of Mexico unless you’re part of an invading army,” said the Captain as she changed slides.

     “My sister passed out in a club in Boy’s Town in Nuevo Laredo.  She was with her fiancé and he’d promised to take care of her.  She woke up on stage with eighteen inches of donkey dick in her twat,” said Lt. Murray.

     “Jesus, where was her fiancé?” asked Lt. Neely.

     “Helping to hold her down,” said Lt. Murray.  The Lieutenant’s reply resulted in general laughter.

     “I guess he interpreted the phrase, ‘taking care of,’ different than she did,” said Capt. Caldwell causing everyone to laugh more.

      “The idiot forgave him.  They’ve been married five years and got two kids,” said Lt. Murray.

      “The course of true love never did run smooth, Shakespeare, Midsummer Nights Dream,” said Capt. Caldwell not missing a chance to show her erudition.

     “This equipment represents the finest precision German engineering.  During World War II, Kreutz Gesellshaft designed and manufactured equipment for the Gestapo that became world renown for its effectiveness in extracting useful intelligence.  Members of the French Resistance, the Marquis, usually gave up their comrades in less than two hours.”

     “After the war, the company was reconstituted by our CIA in support of the Cold War.  American agents routinely broke dedicated Soviet spies in less time than any other method.”

      “This equipment is safe to use.  No interrogator has ever been harmed applying it.  Used properly, it leaves no evidence of interrogation.  Subjects can describe their mistreatment to Amnesty International, but without images of bruises or cuts or X-rays of broken bones, it is easily denied. And in closing, I want to point out the equipment is energy efficient and environmentally friendly.  Now, there are twelve of you so divide up in four teams of three each.  I want Yasmina and Fatima in different groups.”

     The Captain paused while the soldiers made four groups, each surrounding a different workstation.  Capt. Caldwell positioned herself at the Jonathan Niles station.

     “First, everyone take a turn operating the positioning control on the table.  It works on the same principal as the iPod navigation wheel.  You can raise or lower the table’s height, tilt to left or right, and adjust the elevation of either end.”

     The Captain walked around observing as her students took turns learning to use the control.

     “It’s very intuitive,” said Lt. Neely.

     Satisfied everyone had gained enough familiarity, the Captain went forward.  “Now this control at the foot of the table separates and raises the subject’s legs so you have easy access to their genitals.  Everybody give that a try.”

     “Up close and personal,” said Lt. Murray stroking Joshua’s cock as another officer slipped a moistened finger past his sphincter.

     “Good, we’re ready to start.  Open the equipment drawer.  Note, male instruments are color coded blue, female pink and gender neutral black.  In the first partition of the drawer, are the urethra probes.  Take out the appropriate color for your subject,” said Captain Caldwell.

      “The male ones are thicker and longer,” said Lt. Murray.

     “Right, the man’s piss hole is wider and the bladder is a greater distance from the opening.  Begin by coating the probe with lubricant from the white tube labeled surgical lubricant,” said Capt. Caldwell as she coated the blue probe with the clear jell.

     “It’s amazing the things you learn in the army,” said Sgt. Saunders.

     “Now everyone watch as I insert the probe into Daddy Niles.  Don’t force it.  Let gravity do the work.  Give it a twist to get it started,” said Capt. Caldwell.

     “I don’t think he’s enjoying it,” said Lt. Neely watching the man’s eyes as he grimaced in pain.

     “You should have stayed home, Mr. Niles, and minded your own business,” said Sgt. Saunders.  “If it was up to me, I’d hang you four as traitors.”

     “You want the far end to rest in the bladder,” said Capt. Caldwell.

     “How can you tell it’s in far enough?” asked Lt. Murray.

     “As you gain experience, you’ll develop a feel but for now just pull it out and taste the end,” said Capt. Caldwell quickly pulling the probe out of the urethra causing Jonathan to gasp in pain.  “If you taste piss, you’re in the right spot.  Urine contains electrolytic salts that conduct electricity and amplify the pain.”

     The Captain walked around the room insuring that each student understood how to properly insert the probe.

     “By the way, the street name for a urethra probe is a sparkler.  That’s pretty cute.  Some S&M types employ these on slaves who need to be punished,” said Captain Caldwell.  “Next we insert the anal probe.”

      Forty five minutes later, the various tools of electrical interrogation were fully installed and connected to the Control Box.

     “Let’s perform a final check.  Make sure the urethra probe is in place and secure.  The males should have a separate loop around each testicle.  The females should have clips attached to their labia and clitoral hood.  The anal egg should be three inches inside the rectum. Both nipples should be clipped and all leads should be tightly connected to the Control Box,” said Capt. Caldwell.

     “Ready, let’s light their peacenik asses up,” said Lt. Neely.

     “Before the fun starts, each lead should be individually tested.  Start with the urethra probe at quarter power.  If you look at their eyes while you press the On Button, you should be able to confirm whether it works,” said Captain Caldwell.

     It took several minutes for each workstation to complete the final test.

     “Everyone don their ear protection.  We wouldn’t want anyone to suffer a hearing loss,” said Captain Caldwell.   Once her students had complied, the Captain pressed the air release button on Jonathan’s pump gag.  She signaled for the other Niles to have their gags removed.

     “Please, Officer, we’re fellow Americans.  Let my family go,” said Jonathan.

     “First, we need a list of your Iraqi contacts who helped smuggle you into the country,” said Capt. Caldwell.

     “We can’t tell you that.  Innocent people would suffer,” said Jonathan. 

     “But the innocent always suffer,” said Capt. Caldwell moving the dial on the Control Box to half power before pressing the switch labeled, “Left testicle.”  A primal scream rose from Jonathan as the current slammed into the nerve ganglia.

     The three other Niles cried out for mercy for Jonathan as the Captain tortured each individual part before ordering her class to commence working on the other family members.  Each of the twelve students got hands on training in the two hour workshop.

***

     “Let’s have a round of applause for the Niles family for being such good sports,” said Captain Caldwell as the students and MPs released their restraints and helped them to stand.

     “May God forgive you for what you did to us,” said Sarah Niles wearily as she was helped off the table.  Two MPS held her erect as she was unable to stand on her own.  The way they were eying her nakedness indicated there would be a several minute diversion on her return to the holding cell.

     “Thanks for your cooperation, Sarah.  We’ve have your contacts in a cell by midnight,” said Captain Caldwell.  Sarah Niles had been the first to break.  She had been quickly joined by the other Niles.

     “What’s going to happen to us?” asked Jonathan.

     “We’re sending you back to your cell except for Esther who showed true grit by being the last to give it up.”

     “Where are you taking Esther?” asked Sarah Niles.

     “To a party where there will be food and dancing.  You’ll have a wonderful time,” said Capt. Caldwell putting her arm around Esther and kissing her on the lips.  “You can rest in the officer’s quarters until the 2100.  We’ll find you something hot to wear.  I promise you it will be the highlight of your trip.”

    

    

    

       

     

Chapter 13 – Interrogation of Nadia

 

 

     “Just leave her for Christ sakes. I’ll take care of her,” Lt. Wynona Roberts said to the two soldiers who brought Nadia Parchai to Interrogation Room 5. Nadia had the frightened look you’d expect for a teenage Iraqi girl in the custody of two hulking American MPs one of whom was black.

     The Lieutenant quickly walked over to sign the form the sergeant had on his clipboard.  The sergeant tore one sheet off the multipart form, handed it to the Lieutenant, saluted and left.

     The girl was wearing jeans, tee shirt, Puma cross trainers and a headscarf.  The headscarf had been pulled to one side and was no longer tucked into her shirt.  Except for the scarf she looked pretty much like any teenager.  Lt. Roberts noted the girl’s jeans were tight and hugged her round buttocks.

     Shit thought the Lieutenant.  She does look juicy.  If the MP Sergeant hadn’t been under strict orders from the Major they would have made a little detour and little Nadia would have learned how it feels to have American dick in her young pussy.

     Lt. Roberts was twenty-three but looked much younger.  She was a small compact woman with neatly groomed black hair.  She specialized in interrogating Iraqi teenage girls.  She’d learned her trade in Afghanistan and was fluent in several dialects of Arabic.  She knew how to push all the right buttons on a young disaffected Muslim girl living in the female hostile world of Islam.  The Lieutenant also enjoyed the added benefit her job frequently involved having sex with the girls.  She had quite a collection of videos of what occurred in some of her more successful interrogations.  Two hidden cameras would record her interrogation of Nadia.

     “Paperwork, the Army loves its paperwork,” said Lt. Roberts pretending to carefully examine her copy of the form.

     “Where are my parents,” asked Nadia looking on the verge of tears?  She’d stoically endured a groping by the MPs but her courage had run out and she wanted to cry?

     “Here let me get you out of these,” said the Lieutenant putting the form aside and bending over to remove the Nadia’s ankle and wrist chains.  “You shouldn’t be restrained.  You’re not a threat to them.”

     “Thank you, Officer,” said Nadia rubbing her wrists.

     “Call me Wynona.  Have a seat. They feel you up on the way over?” said Lt. Roberts.

     “Yes,” said Nadia.  They felt my breasts.  They put their hands inside my brassiere and pinched my nipples so hard I wanted to scream.”

     “Bastards, they don’t grab a man by his penis when they bring him here but I don’t care if a female is five or seventy, they have to check out her tits and butt.”

     “They ran their hands all over me,” said Nadia recalling how the Sergeant had pushed his hand down the front of her jeans to grope her sex.  He had dug his fingers into her vagina then brought them to his nose and laughed at her smell.  She was certain she was going to be raped but they had eventually stopped.

     Just as the Major instructed them thought the Lieutenant.  “Feel her up and frighten her but don’t fuck her.  If you rape her, I’ll have you reassigned as traffic cops in Falluja.”  Those were the Major’s orders to the MPs.

     “Pretty young girl like you, I’m not surprised.  At least they didn’t rape you.  That’s been happening a lot around here.”

     “Where are my parents and my sister,” asked Nadia?

     “Sorry, like a lowly lieutenant would know.  That’s a question for the Major.  I’m just here to watch over you until they decide otherwise.  Soda? We got Coke, diet coke, Sierra Mist, Pepsi, Pepsi Lemon Twist, Mountain Dew,” said the Lieutenant looking in the small refrigerator.

     “Pepsi Lemon Twist, Lieutenant,” said Nadia deciding the Lieutenant was not so terrible.

     “Here,” said the Lieutenant handing the can of soda to Nadia before repeating, “I’m Lt. Wynona Roberts, call me Wynona.”

     “Nadia Parchai,” said Nadia breathing easier for the first time since they were stopped at the checkpoint.

     “Relax, I don’t bite. Cigarette?” said Lt. Roberts as she smiled reassuringly at the girl.

     “Sure,” said Nadia.  Nadia loved to smoke but her parents were doctors and very opposed to smoking and to everything else she considered fun.

     Wynona slid the hard pack of Winston and a lighter over to Nadia.

     “So what’s it like to be a teenage girl in Baghdad?”

     “It sucks,” said Nadia taking a cigarette out of the pack and lighting it. She took a deep inhale and blew out a large cloud of smoke working hard to look sophisticated and grown up.

     “Not the greatest, huh?  I’ve heard Iraqi fathers go crazy if one of their daughters even talks to a boy,” said the Lieutenant.

     “My friend, Alisha, was caught speaking to a neighborhood boy.  They were just talking about school.  Her father and uncle beat her like she was a dog.  She had to go to a hospital. They knocked out some of her teeth and broke her arm.”

     “You’re shitting me.   I’d heard these stories but didn’t believe they were true.  Knocked her teeth out for just talking to a boy.  Wow, if that was the way it was in the good old USA, I’d be toothless.  I did a lot more than just talking,” said the Lieutenant who had developed a preference for her own sex while in high school.   Her experience with men was limited to a few early encounters in high school and being raped by her stepfather and brother.

     “It is very difficult to be a young Arab girl,” said Nadia blowing out a cloud of smoke.

     “You got a boyfriend,” asked Lieutenant Roberts?

     “Rashad, he’s not really a boyfriend. We just see each other when we get a chance.  We email one another.”

     “Is he a good kisser?  Oh hell, forget I asked.  I’m being nosy.   This war is driving me nuts.  I wish I was back in the states partying with my unit.”

     “Rashad and I kiss but it is very dangerous for us,’ said Nadia.

     “Can’t imagine what it’s like for you.  Iraq should loosen up and give women some rights.  I bet the rules are different for men.”

     “If a man rapes a woman they punish the woman but the man goes free,” said Nadia.  “She is considered a whore and an adulterous, who had shamed her family.  It’s very unfair.”

     “You got any sisters or brothers,” asked the Lieutenant?

     “Only a sister, Safia, she’s three years younger.”

     “Do you and her get along?”

     “Not all the time, she’s very religious, always reading the Quran and quoting it to me,” said Nadia blowing out a large puff to express her displeasure.  “She calls me a whore and a tool of Satan.”

     “I had a younger sister just like that.  Her name was Cindy and butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth.”

     “What?”

     “American expression, I meant she could do no wrong as far as my parents were concerned.  I could do no right.  Little Cindy always did her schoolwork, went to church, cleaned her room and so on.  To put it crudely, her shit didn’t stink.”

     “Hah, that is Safia exactly.  My father is always comparing me to Safia. My father thinks Safia’s shit doesn’t stink.”

     “How do you get along with your Mom,” asked Lieutenant Roberts?

     “Mom’s okay.  My mother is a doctor like my father but she studied in America.  Still, in Iraq the man is everything so Mom must do as my father says,’” said Nadia.

     “Hey, we got some time to kill.  You won’t flip out on me if I light up a joint?” said Lt. Roberts as she pulled a neatly rolled joint out of her breast pocket.

     “No,” said Nadia looking surprised as the Lieutenant stood up and walked toward the back of the interrogation room where there was an air vent.  “Keeps the odor out of the hall,” said Lt. Roberts gesturing toward the air duct as she lit the neatly rolled hashish.

     “Oh this is good shit,” said Lt. Roberts inhaling deeply for a long hold then slowly exhaling the blue smoke.

     “First rate Turkish hash, the Kurds smuggle it in,” said the Lieutenant.

     “My father said he would kill us if he ever caught us with drugs,” said Nadia.

     “Well, your daddy isn’t here and I won’t tell him if you don’t.  Want a toke?”

     “I better not,” said Nadia.

     “Oh come on, it’ll relax you and help to pass the time,” said Lt. Roberts holding the joint toward Nadia.

     “Just one, I’ve never smoked hashish,” said Nadia standing up and joining the Lieutenant in front of the air vent.

     “Take a small puff, hold it for a few seconds then exhale slowly,” said Lt. Roberts.

     Nadia did as instructed, coughed slightly but managed to complete the act.

     “Good shit, huh?” said Lt. Roberts.

     “Yeah, great shit,” said Nadia.

     “Take another one, a couple of puffs won’t get you high,” said Lt. Roberts.

     “You American women have so much freedom.  I wish I could go live in America and join the army,” said Nadia passing the joint back to Lt. Roberts.

     “It’s not perfect.  I’m not saying it is; but you do get to see a lot of places.  When we’re back at our base in the states we party a lot.  I’ve only been in the army two years since I graduated from Arizona State but I’ve done some terrific things,” said Lt. Roberts passing the joint back to Nadia.

     “Tell me about them,” said Nadia taking a deep draw on the joint.

     “On the weekends, we go over to someone’s house off base, drink beer, smoke dope, and dance until the sun comes up.  If there’s someone you feel attracted to, you disappear into one of the bedrooms and get it on with them.”

     “You make love,” asked Nadia?

     “In every way you can imagine,” said Lt. Roberts slipping her arm around Nadia’s shoulders.

     “I would like to live like that,” said Nadia. “There is no freedom for women in the Arab world.  I told my mother I want to live in Europe or America.  We have relatives in Pittsburgh and Chicago.”

     “Well, come to the US and give it a try.  At Arizona State, I joined the ROTC and the Army helped pay for my college.  I had to agree to a four year hitch but frankly it’s been a blast.”

     “Impossible, my father would never allow it,” said Nadia.

     “You know you are a very beautiful young woman,” said Lt. Roberts putting her arm around Nadia’s neck and looking directly into her eyes.

     “I’m not pretty,” said Nadia.

     “Yes, you are.  You have beautiful eyes and I wish my hair was as curly as yours,” said Lt. Roberts pushing her hand through Nadia’s black hair.  “And you have lovely breasts.  Boys in America would love to get their hands on those.”

     “For a while I thought I would be flat chested but they really grew the last year,” said Nadia arching her back slightly to push out her breasts.

     “Hey, want to see my nipple rings?” said Lt. Roberts beginning to unbutton her fatigue shirt.

     “You are pierced, really. May I see?” asked Nadia excitedly.

     “Sure,” said the Lieutenant removing her shirt and turning around so her back was to Nadia. “Unhook me.”

     Nadia unhooked the Lieutenant’s brassiere.

     “Ta da!” said the Lieutenant as she turned around to display her boobs both of which had a gold ring piercing the nipple.

     “That is just so cool.  I would love to be pierced,” said Nadia taking another draw off the joint.

     Lt. Roberts could tell from the dilation of Nadia’s eyes she was getting high.

     “Show me yours.  You’ve seen mine,” said Lt. Roberts.

     Nadia hesitated only a second before she pulled her tee shirt over her head then turned around for the Lieutenant to unhook her bra.  When Nadia turned back around the Lieutenant took her in her arms and kissed her.

     “Let’s kiss and rub nipples,” said Lt. Roberts.

     “I’ve never done anything with a girl,” said Nadia.

     “It can be very sweet.  Here let me show you,” said Lt. Roberts leaning over to kiss Nadia’s breasts.  “I love your nipples. They are so beautiful. Would you like to kiss mine?”

     Nadia knew her parents would disown her if they learned she was having sex with another female but she decided she just did not give a shit as she lifted the Lieutenant’s breast to her lips.

     The Lieutenant moaned as Nadia leaned down and kissed her nipples toying with the metal rings.

     “Oh that’s nice. Here, let me show you my other body ornament,” said the Lieutenant unzipping her trousers.

     Nadia watched with dilated pupils as the Lieutenant pushed down her trousers and panty to reveal there was a small gold ring piercing the tissue immediately over her clitoris.

     “That is just so cool,” said Nadia looking intently at the gold ring.

     “It works too.  When you touch it, it causes your pussy to tingle.  Go ahead rub it,” said Lt. Roberts as she casually lit another joint and handed it to Nadia.

     Nadia took a long draw as she reached between Lt. Roberts’ legs and felt the ring.

     “Give it a little rub and I’ll purr like a cat,” said Lt. Roberts.

     Nadia placed her hand lightly against the Lieutenant’s sex.  Lt. Roberts put her hand on the back of Nadia’s and pressed it hard between her legs as she wrapped her other arm around Nadia’s neck and drew her in for a passionate kiss.  The Lieutenant deftly unsnapped the front of Nadia’s jeans and pushed the zipper down. She slipped her hand down the front of the now opened jeans and pressed her fingers into Nadia’s sex causing the young girl to moan.

     “You are so beautiful. I have to have you,” whispered the Lieutenant as she kissed the girl.  Nadia was breathing heavily as she responded to the Lieutenant’s embrace.

     “I shouldn’t be doing this,” responded Nadia in a tone indicating she did not intend to stop.

     “No one will ever know.  I promise,” said the Lieutenant slowly lowering her body to cover Nadia’s breasts with kisses them sinking to her knees before the girl’s sex.

     Nadia stood there trance like taking long draws of the hashish as the Lieutenant’s tongue parted her labia and found her clitoris.  The Lieutenant’s hands grasped her buttocks pulling her sex firmly against the Lieutenant’s mouth. In a matter of less than two minutes, Nadia experienced the best orgasm of her young life.  It was even better than the ones she had when imagining Rashad and she were making love.

     “Ah, that was wonderful.  Now I need to get off,” said the Lieutenant.  “Let’s get naked and use the couch.  I’ll lock the door.”

     I can always tell my parents the Americans forced me thought Nadia as she kicked off her cross trainers and stepped out of her jeans. Nadia picked up the joint from the ashtray and inhaled deeply.

     “We don’t want to be disturbed,” said Lt. Roberts as she locked the door.

     Stoned out of her mind and ready for some girl fucking thought Lt. Roberts as she smiled at Nadia who was standing naked across the room.

     “Come here, Nadia,” said the Lieutenant.  “I want to make love to you.”

 

***

 

     “This is getting me horny,” said Major Trevor unzipping her fatigues and slipping her hand inside her panty to rub her clit.  She and Captain Caldwell were watching Lt. Roberts and Nadia engaged in mutual oral sex through the two-way mirror. The sound of moans and sighs from the intercom filled the room.

     “Wynona is a fucking genius when it comes to seducing young girls.  I met someone who knew her at Arizona State.  She said Wynona used to hang out at places where high school kids went and pick up young femmes.  Once, she went over to Wynona’s apartment and found her in bed with a pair of eight graders.  She insisted she join them,” said Captain Caldwell.

     “I don’t know whether this kid knows shit about where her Uncle Kamal is but I have to complement Wynona for getting her panty’s off in less than twenty minutes.  Kids got a nice body,” said Major Trevor working her clit.

     “Wynona’s hitting the big O,” said Captain Caldwell listening to the loud moans and gasps as they watched the Lieutenant writhing back and forth on the couch.

     “Our young Arab girl of good family is a natural rug muncher,” said Major Trevor.  “They stone women to death they catch eating pussy.  Iraqis are no better than savages.”

     “And the Iraqi women are so sexually repressed that when you give them a chance they let it all go,” said Captain Caldwell.

     “Remember the girl who Special Ops brought in from Takrit.  They thought she might have a lead on Saddam himself.  Her father was an important Inman.  Kid had barely got her first period.  To soften her up, we turned her over to the MPs for a gang rape.  Little cunt loved it.  The Lieutenant said she looked disappointed when no one had any good wood left,” said Major Trevor.

     “Preacher’s kids are all the same.  In the states, you show me a minister with a teen-age daughter and I’ll show you a slut or at the least a slut wantabe,” said Captain Caldwell.

     “I hate to break up the Lieutenant’s party but we do have a job to do,” said Major Trevor taking a cell phone out of her pocket and punching a speed dial number.  The sound of a cell phone ringing in the next room came through the intercom.

     The Major and Captain watched as Wynona slowly untangled herself from Nadia and walked over to a chair to retrieve her phone from the pocket of her uniform.

     “Lt. Roberts speaking.”

     “I’d love to keep watching and jerking off but we got a job to do,” said Major Trevor.

     “Yes sir. I understand, Sir.”

     “She looks like a party girl,” said the Major.

     “Yes, she’s all that.”

     “The party’s at 1900 in Caldwell’s room,” said the Major.

     “1900 it is. Nadia’s cool, very cool, can she come?”

     “If she gives us Kamal, she can come and eat my pussy and I’ll eat hers,” said the Major.

     “I understand, Sir,’ said Lt. Roberts ending the cell call.

 

***

 

     “Nadia, that was my Major.  There’s a party in the officer’s quarters at 1900.  You’re invited if we can solve one problem,” said Lt. Roberts walking back to the couch and sitting down by Nadia. The Lieutenant put her arm around the girl and drew her head to shoulder.

     “I’d love to go to a party,” said Nadia.

     “It’ll just be female officers from my unit.”

     “I want to go,” said Nadia determinedly.

     “There’s one slight hitch. The Major needs to speak with your Uncle Kamal and he’s nowhere to be found.  If we can’t locate him, we can’t party.  And I’ll have to send you back to your cell with those MPs,” said Lt. Roberts.

     “Uncle Kamal is at his cousin’s house in Karbala,” said Nadia.

     “And what’s the cousin’s name?”

     “Muhammad Al-Kuuzaai, he has a pistachio business,” said Nadia.

 

***

   

     “Typical teenage sense of priorities, gave up her uncle to go to a party,” said Major Trevor into the cell phone. She had just listened to Lt. Roberts repeat what Nadia said.

     “Nadia’s excited about the party. She can’t wait to meet you all,” said Lt. Roberts.

     “Well, I hope she likes to get naked and rub donuts because that’s what she’s going to be doing,” said Major Trevor.

     “She’ll be up for it,” said Lt. Roberts.

     “So what are you going to do to kill time between now and 1900?”

     “I’ll find something,” said Lt. Roberts.

     “Enjoy,” said Major Trevor ending the call.

     “I’ve got to go report to the Colonel,” said Major Trevor standing up and pulling up her fatigues.

     “If the Major agrees, I’m going to stay here for a while and jerk off,” said Captain Caldwell.  The Captain’s fatigues were down around her combat boots.  Her panty was at her knees.  A vibrating dildo was humming as the Captain worked the latex column into her vagina.

     Through the two-way mirror she was watching the Lieutenant perform cunnilingus on Nadia.  Nadia was pulling and twisting her nipples as Wynona ate her pussy.

     “Save some pussy juice for later,” said the Major as she left.