Abu Ghabir

Chapter 1 – Abu Ghabir

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"Where are you hiding the weapons?" Major Nancy Trevor calmly asked the naked man standing on top of the flimsy wooden crate. His hands were tied behind his back and there was a strand of thin piano wire looped around the base of his gonads. The other end was fastened to an iron pipe in the ceiling. The wire wasn't long enough to reach the ground. His chest was covered with recently dried blood from his broken nose, a nose broken an hour ago when it came in contact with the Major's fist.

"I don't know, please, I know nothing," pleaded the man. There were tears streaming down his face and he was trembling having a difficult time maintaining his balance on the unsteady wooden box. He was terrified of falling. It would leave him hanging by his balls.

"You must know something, Adnan," said the Major in the perfect Iraqi Arabic that she had learned in military intelligence school three years ago. She placed her hand around the length of his cock and slowly stroked it as she spoke.

"It'd be a shame to rip off a nice pecker like this. I bet a stud like you gets a lot of pussy."

"Please don't hurt me. I've told you all I know," sobbed Adnan.

"When was the last time you fucked your wife?"

"I don't know," said Adnan.

"How about your Momma? You ever steal a piece of Dad's pussy?"

"No, I don't know."

"How about me? Would you like to stick this big hard cock in my pussy and fuck my brains out?"

"I don't know," repeated Adnan in a voice of utter despair.

"You're sure you don't know anything else?" said the Major continuing to stroke Adnan's cock as she nudged the wooden crate causing it to sway.

"I'm just a shop keeper. Please let me go. I've told you all I know," whined the man.

"You agree, Captain Caldwell?" said the Major to the other female officer in the interrogation room.

"I don't think he knows shit, just another fucking dumb Iraqi," said Captain Cindy Caldwell.

"Well, I guess we're just going to have to let you go, Adnan," said Major Trevor.

"Oh thank you, bless you, May Allah place a thousand blessing on your head," said Adnan.

The Major gave Adnan's cock a final couple of strokes then turned and stepped away.

"Oops," said Major Trevor landing a backward karate kick against the side of the crate sending it out from under the prisoner. Adnan screamed as he fell. His brief descent was halted when the wire stretched taunt and the wire loop tightened around his manhood.

The wire held Adnan's body in space for a few seconds then there was an audible snapping sound as the thin wire sliced off Adnan's cock and balls. Adnan fell to the ground screaming blood spewing from his pubic region. He twisted from side to side for a matter of seconds then lost consciousness and died from exsanguinations.

"That was so fucking cool, Major," said Captain Caldwell looking down on the still twitching body. Captain Caldwell held the wire in one hand and Adnan's severed cock in the other.

"Still warm, this is how I prefer my cock," said Captain Caldwell holding the bloody carrion in her hand.

"Have that put into the garbage," said Major Trevor referring to Adnan's body.

"Yes, Sir," said Captain Caldwell saluting as Major Trevor left the interrogation room.

"What do I put on the report as cause of death?" asked Captain Caldwell.

"Weak nuts, all these Iraqi have weak nuts. Saddam must have put something in the water to give the men weak nuts. Remember that Tadjik in Afghanistan that we hung up for four hours. We finally had to slice them off."

"He was a tough little bastard, at least his balls were," said Captain Caldwell.

"You heard the Major, Corporal, Let's get this piece of shit in Saddam's oven. Captain Caldwell was referring to the crematory that Saddam Hussein had installed in the basement of the notorious Abu Ghabir prison. Coalition forces had taken it over and were using it to hold prisoners captured during the insurrection. Prisoners thought to have information useful to the coalition were housed in Cell Block 10. Block 10 was under control of the army's military intelligence.

Major Trevor and her team were in charge of interrogating prisoners brought to Block 10. Much to the surprise of the men in her command she had been highly successful in extracting actionable information. Enemy surprise attacks had been avoided. Large weapons cache had been discovered and destroyed. Leaders of the insurgency had been captured. The rumor was that her promotion to colonel was a lock as soon as she had her time in grade.

It sure helps if you love your job thought the Major as she walked down the central corridor of the interrogation wing. The Major opened the door to Interrogation Room 9. She found Captain Lois Darcy removing blood stained surgical gloves.

"She gave it up," said Captain Darcy referring to the naked female strapped to the stainless steel table in the center of the room. The girl's legs were elevated in stirrups. The Major saw that the girl's vagina was held open by a speculum and there was a bucket of blood and body parts on the floor underneath. There was a neatly stitched vertical incision from her navel down to her pubis.

"Recovery team on the way?" asked the Major.

"We called them as soon as she ratted," said Captain Darcy.

"Neat work by the way," added the Major noting the perfectly aligned sutures closing the wound.

"Our boys are going into the warehouse as we speak. She said there was a large cache of RPGs and some suicide bomber's vests," said Sergeant Mary Saunders who was standing nearby wearing a radio headset.

"Think it could be a trap?" asked the Major.

"It's always a possibility but I doubt it. I told her that if it is, she's going to have to eat her own uterus and then I was going to open her back up and take out what's left," said Captain Darcy who was stroking the sweaty brow of the young Iraqi girl.

"You're going to be way ahead of the other medical students," said the Major to Captain Darcy.

"It's been great practical experience. I've definitely decided on surgery as a result of my work here," said Captain Darcy walking over to a table and filling a syringe. "I better wake Alisha. She's missing out on some really terrific pain."

"They got it," said Sergeant Saunders. "It's a large cache plus three prisoners. No problems."

"Chalk one more up for the good guys," said Major Trevor. "Good work Captain."

"Thank you Major," said the Captain.

"So that's what my female parts look like?" said the Major staring down into the steel bucket.

"Pretty much, uterus, ovaries, womb, it's a complete hysterectomy. Of course, we forgot Alisha's anesthesia so she was awake during her operation. From the noise she made, I guess it hurt," said the Captain.

"Be all that you can be," said the Major as she left. Major Trevor was aware that Captain Darcy planned to go to medical school as soon as she returned from Iraq. While serving under Major Trevor, the Captain had been assigned to interrogate female prisoners. By chance, Interrogation Room 9 had a standard hospital-operating table installed by Saddam Hussein's interrogators. Major Trevor had granted the Captain's request to perform various operations on the female reproductive organs as a means to elicit useful information. The interrogation technique had proven highly successful. The Iraqi women proved willing to betray husbands, brothers, and their own children as one by one the Captain methodically removed various body parts without the use of anesthesia. Although the first half dozen of the women that the Captain had operated on had died, the Captain skills had improved with experience and her more recent patients had survived albeit without any of those organs we normally associate with womanhood.

"Colonel Sullivan would like to see you ASAP, " said Corporal Mary Lewis when the Major returned to her office. The Major hurried to the Ladies Room washed the blood off her hands, combed her hair and fixed her makeup. She unbuttoned the top button of her fatigues making sure the lace of her brassiere was visible.

"Major Trevor reporting as ordered." The Major stood at attention and saluted as she stepped smartly in front of Colonel Sullivan's desk.

"Have a seat, Major," said the Colonel.

"Thank you sir."

"Just got off the horn with General Sherwood over at CentCom. They nabbed Azul Parchai's brother along with his wife and daughters at a roadblock. They want us to interrogate them. General Sherwood thinks that Azul knows where his brother Kamal is."

"Where are they now?"

"On their way, should be here by 1300."

"We have to act quick. If Kamal knows we got his brother, he's not going to stay where he's at," said the Major.

"That's why General Sherwood wants you to give this one your full attention. It'd be quite a feather in all our caps if you can get Azul to talk and we grab Kamal," said the Colonel.

"I'll handle it personally," said the Major.

"Good."

"Is that all, Colonel?"

"Yes, that's all concerning our mission here. But about last night, I just want to say you are one special lady."

"Thank you, it was special for me too," said the Major leaning forward.

"I'll be looking forward to our next, what's the word I'm looking for?"

"Tryst," said the Major smiling.

"Tryst, I like that, yeah, we did some trysting," said the Colonel ebulliently. The Colonel considered himself an educated man and learning a new word gave him a sense of accomplishment.

"I better go and brief my team," said the Major.

"Sure, let me know when you got something," said the Colonel.

Major Trevor returned to her office to find Captain Caldwell reclining on her office couch. The Major sat down beside the Captain placing her arm around the Captain's shoulder drawing her in for a passionate kiss.

"I needed that," said the Major breaking the kiss.

"Again," said the Captain as once again they embraced. The Captain unbuttoned the Major's fatigues and slipped her hand inside her bra.

"Your tits are always so hot. Let's do it right here," whispered the Captain.

"I can't. We can't. I just came from the Colonel's. We got a rush job arriving at 1300."

"Shit, what's happening?"

"Azul Parchai and family ran into a roadblock. They think he knows where his brother is," said the Major.

"Family, what kind of family?"

"Wife and daughters."

"Colonel going to give them all to us?" asked Captain Caldwell.

"Yeah, he wants this one bad. He can see that star on his horizon."

"I got the DVD of last night, want to see it?"

"Love too," said the Major.

The Captain unlatched the lid of the laptop computer lying nearby. While they waited for the laptop system to complete its startup sequence, the Major walked over to her desk and used a desktop computer to inquire into the CentCom intelligence database.

"Interesting, Azul is a medical doctor. He's forty-one. His wife, Soraya, is one too. She's a pediatrician. She even studied in the United States. She's forty by the way. Two girls, Nadia, sixteen and Safia, fourteen."

"Let me have the youngest. Young girls are the most fun," said Captain Caldwell.

"I'll need them as leverage against daddy. And for that matter, the wife may know something. She's not your average Iraqi woman dumb as shit and happy to be that way."

"Are you going to let Captain Darcy operate on the wife? That'd be a riot since she's a doctor," said Captain Caldwell.

"Not sure, I got to think about this. I dropped in just as Darcy was finishing up with the girl Special Ops brought in yesterday."

"And?"

"She gave up a weapons cache in Sadr City."

"Wonder what it feels like to lay there while our Doctor wantabe slowly cuts out all your female parts?"

"Not fun, I watched her once. It was a teenager from Takrit. Captain Darcy's one hell of a sadist. First, she makes an incision from her navel to the top of her pussy. She peels back the flaps. The kid was screaming so loud I wanted to gag her but that would defeat out purpose."

"They used to do surgery without anesthesia until the 1900s," said Captain Caldwell.

"And practically everyone died. Darcy goes in with the scalpel and presto; she shows you your left ovary. Then if you're not willing to talk, she introduces you to your right one. Baby making days are officially over."

"Iraqis aren't keen on women who can't have kids."

"Let's face it. These people are in the stone age when it comes to women's rights," said the Major.

"They stone lesbians to death. If an Iraqi family finds their daughter with another girl, they kill her and the law looks the other way."

"Just to finish my story, by this time the girl was so hysterical she couldn't talk let alone give us any information. Darcy removed her womb that by the way is a little bitty thing. It must expand like all hell when you get pregnant. She cut out her uterus next. She does it like show and tell."

"You're kidding. What does she say?"

"This is your womb. This is where the umbilical cord enters and this is where the baby exits not that you will ever have one because you don't have a womb any more. Then she drops it in a bucket and it makes a little splash."

"Did the girl talk?"

"Our little miss regained her composure and ratted out where her brother was hiding."

"Suppose she still wasn't talking?"

"She slices off her labia and clit."

"No clit no fun. Has anybody ever failed to talk during the entire process?"

"Once, later she hung herself in her cell."

"A woman in name only. But let's face it. One of these days we may wind up under the surgeon's knife for the old hysterectomy. My mother's had one."

"If it comes to that I demand anesthesia and the doctor won't be named Darcy," said the Major. "Darcy has asked permission to work on male prisoners next."

"What does she want to do to them?"

"Change of sex, she wants to replace the pole with a hole."

"Ooh, now that sounds interesting. Maybe she should do transplants."

"Huh?"

"Take what she cuts out of a female and transplant it to a male after she cuts his cock and balls off. Make the guy able to have a baby. After he heals up, we could get some of the guys to knock him up."

"Knock her up," corrected the Major.

"Still a guy with ovaries, womb, the whole kit and baby-making caboodle."

"I'm don't think the good Captain is ready to be on the cutting edge of medical science. She should go to medical school first."

"Want to see yourself and our revered leader doing the nasty?" said the Captain turning the laptop screen toward the Major.

"Just to check out your camerawork," said the Major sitting down beside the Captain.

"I don't see how you do that, yuck," said the Captain looking at the screen. A hidden camera in the Colonel's quarters had captured last night's tryst between Major Trevor and Colonel Saunders. Colonel Saunders was laying naked spread eagle on the bed dressed in a garter belt and hose. Major Trevor also naked was kneeling between his legs sucking his cock.

"Its not so bad. Don't tell me you've never sucked a cock."

"Yes I have and I hated it,' said Captain Caldwell.

"Whose?"

"My grandfather's, after Dad left, Mom had to move back in with her parents. Sweet old granddaddy Billings took me in the garage hauled it out and said for me for me to treat it like a lollypop. I was eleven. Later he took me over to his brothers, Uncle Luke so I could lick his lollypop."

"Shit, pedophilia at eleven, did you tell your Mom?"

"Sure did."

"And?"

"She slapped me and told me she didn't want to hear any more filth out of my mouth. Your grandparents are saints for letting us live here rent free was her final word on the matter."

"Except you were paying the rent," said the Major.

"Swallowing his pecker snot. Of course, that was just for openers, he and my great uncle deflowered me a week later," said the Captain.

"Look at the Colonel go, skull fuck me, Henry," said the Major staring at the screen where the Colonel was holding the sides of her head forcing it down on his cock as he thrust upward.

"What's the deal with the hose and garter belt?" asked Captain Caldwell.

"Shit, who knows what's in that pea brain, maybe Henry wants to go queer and have all the enlisted men fuck him in the ass. Did your granddaddy ever make you dress up?"

"Funny you should ask and I've never thought of it before but yes he did," said Captain Caldwell.

"And what did they make granddaddy's little whore wear?"

"A flowered dress and pigtails, they wanted to make me look younger."

"Ah, even at eleven you were too ripe for your pedophile relatives," said the Major.

"They took a lot of pictures of me doing things with them."

"Must be one hell of a family photo album somewhere in the Caldwell attic," said the Major.

"The Colonel has a big cock. Did it hurt?" said Captain Caldwell looking at the screen. The Major was crouched over the Colonel. Her hand was on the Colonel's guiding it into her vagina. The Colonel's fingers were stretching out her nipples flattening them between his thumb and forefingers.

"Actually, it felt pretty good, not as good as your fist," said the Major.

"That's different. I love it when you put your fist in my pussy," said Captain Caldwell.

"So what finally happened with your granddaddy?"

"When I was thirteen they switched to Mandy, my little sister, she was ten."

"Unfaithful old men, you were replaced by another woman at a young age. Was that your last encounter with the male sex before you became a full fledged card carrying lesbian?"

"No, unfortunately, there was Bobby Elkins, my first love," said Captain Caldwell.

"Bobby do you wrong?"

"I would say he did. After he screwed me in the back seat of his family's car a few times, he gave me to the other members of my high school football team."

"What brought forth this act of generosity?"

"He gained over two hundred yards. He was the star half back of the team. He promised them a piece of my pussy if they made it happen. There was a scout from Alabama in the stands."

"So what happened? How many yards?"

"207."

"And how many guys?'

"Forty maybe, I'm not sure. I was drunk. Some fucked me more than once. Coach Bains got a piece too."

"And the word got around that our little Cindy had pulled a train for the entire football team."

"My mother even heard it. She called me a whore."

"Did Granddaddy proudly declare that he taught you all you knew about fucking?"

"He died the summer before. Bobby dumped me after that. His parents didn't want him dating someone with my reputation. This is the part I like," said Captain Caldwell. The screen displayed the Major stepping into a strap on dildo harness.

"I've never met a man who didn't love strap on action. Lube them up and plow their little hinnies."

"God, men are such scum. Listen to the pathetic sound he makes when you butt fuck him," said Captain Caldwell using the mouse to increase the sound volume.

"That little eek, eek, eek is cute, sort of like a baby bird chirping for his mama," said the Major.

"He's pathetic."

"So after Bobby announced your whoring ass wasn't good enough for the Elkins, what happened?"

"I met Donna and really fell in love. I swore off men," said Captain Caldwell as she leaned over to kiss the Major.

"As much as I'd like to pull your pants down and eat that delicious pussy of yours, it's almost 1300 and girlfriend, we got prisoners to torture," said the Major after breaking the kiss."