Abu Ghabir

Chapter 3 – Interrogation of Doctor Parchai

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"At ease, I must say you three look hot at hell. I'm getting wet just standing here," said Major Trevor to the three women in front of her. The Major felt a swelling of pride as she looked at the three intelligence officers she had expended so much effort training. They're a crack unit and I made them that way thought the Major. The Major loved the Army and the opportunity it gave her to mold raw inexperienced youths into the most feared military force on the planet. She didn't for one-minute doubt that they would succeed in their mission

They were in the viewing room of Interrogation Room 2. On the other side of the two way mirror, a hooded naked man hung by his arms from the ceiling.

Lt. Debbie Calley, Sergeant Wilma Sykes, and Corporal Leslie Roberts had just reported to Major Trevor dressed as ordered in full fetish attire. It was the hundred percent no-holding-back dominatrix look that male Muslims throughout the Middle East associated with American women. In their sexual fantasies, American female soldiers dressed as these soldiers forced the Muslims to commit lewd and depraved acts forbidden in the Quran. The idea of being a sexual plaything to be degraded and humiliated by female Crusaders was deeply embedded in the hidden psychosexual dramas that tormented the hapless Arabs.

It certainly inspires shock and awe admitted the Major. Leather lace-up boots with a five-inch heel made them tower over the average Iraqi male. Flowing out of the top of the boots were net stocking held up by suspenders attached to a leather corset that narrowed their waist and exposed their rouged nipples. The words, 'US Army', their rank and name were stenciled on the front right beneath their breasts. Two types of whips, several size pressure clamps, and needle nose pliers hung from their belts. A brass studded leather crotch covering that included a fitting for a twelve-inch dildo covered their sex. They applied bright red lipstick and showbiz makeup to create a not-to-be-easily-forgotten effect.

"Turn around," said the Major.

"Nice," said the Major running her hand over the muscular buttocks of Lt. Calley. The three women were serious body builders and their physiques were ripped. Easily visible veins coursed through their oversized upper arms. Their brick-hard buttocks were exposed except for a narrow leather band that was buried in the crack of their ass.

"Too bad we got soldiering to do. Where did you get these?" said the Major reaching down to place her hand around the brightly colored latex dildo that was dangling from the crotch of the Sergeant Sykes. The shaft of the dildo was covered with red and white stripes and the large mushroom head was dark blue with white stars.

"A place in Los Angeles sells them. They call these the Stars and Stripes. I'll email you their WEB site," said Lt. Calley looking down at her similarly colored dildo.

"We ought to create a pay WEB site designed for Muslim men. A place they can go and whack off to scenes of American women whipping and raping their sorry ass. You three could rape a different Inman each night. We could drive down to Karbala and get some footage of you three dildo-fucking some Shias in the shrine, right on top of the tomb of Inman Ali. We'd make a fortune," said the Major placing her hand on Corporal Roberts's large breasts and twisting a nipple.

"If the Major is going to play with my tits, I want to eat her pussy," said the Corporal.

"Later, we got work to do," said the Major removing her hand.

"That is Dr. Azul Parchai," said the Major referring to the naked man in the next room. The Doctor was totally nude except for the bag over his head. His arms stretched over his head tied by rope to a hook in the ceiling. His feet were several inches off the ground and he was swinging slowly back and forth.

"I had the MPs strip him and hang him. Give him a little time to soften up before you three take over," said the Major. "Any questions?"

"No sir," repeated the three in unison.

"Good, let's get started. We don't have much time," said the Major.

"I'm Major Nancy Trevor, you are Dr. Azul Parchai, Lower the Doctor down," said the Major introducing herself as she entered the room. Sergeant Sykes released the break on the windlass crank allowing Dr. Parchai to crash to the floor. Sergeant Sykes turned the handle several times hauling the Doctor back up to a standing position. She spun the handle to where the doctor was left standing on the floor with his arms stretched tightly over his head.

"Why am I here? Where's Soraya and my daughters?" said Dr. Parchai.

"They are being interrogated by members of my staff," said the Major.

"If any harm comes to them, I'll," said Dr. Parchai.

"You'll what, steal an M1-Abrahms tank and run over my Humvee. Let's set matters straight. The only way you and your family are going to get out of here in one piece is to tell me what I want to know."

"What could I know? I'm a doctor not a political person. My wife and I stay out of politics."

"You have a brother and I want to know where he is," said the Major.

"I have no idea where Kamal is. I support the Coalition's efforts to bring democracy to Iraq. I am a man of peace. Please let me and my family go," said Dr. Parchai.

"You can be out of here in ten minutes if you tell me where Kamal is hiding," said Major Trevor.

"I swear I do not know. Why would Kamal tell me? He knows that I support the Coalition," said Dr. Parchai.

"All right, have it your way. Remove the bag so the Doctor can see what he is dealing with," said Major Trevor. Major Trevor lit a cigarette and relaxed as Lt. Calley pulled the cloth sack off Dr. Parchai's head. She waited a few seconds as Dr. Parchai's eyes darted between the three women dressed in leather. A look of both fear and despair came over his features.

"These are three members of my staff. Lt. Calley, Sgt. Sykes and Corporal Roberts. This is your last chance to tell me what I want to know before I turn you over to them," said Major Trevor.

"I have no knowledge of my brother's location," said Dr. Parchai.

"Lt. Calley, let's start with a little gender bending," said the Major. "Shave him."

Corporal Roberts ran a basin of warm water from a nearby sink. Lt. Calley handed the others a disposable razor. The Corporal wet a towel and used it to wet the Doctor's pubic region. Next, she filled her palm with a shaving gel and applied it to the Doctor's groin. As the Corporal worked the lather around the Doctor's penis, his cock stirred.

"He's enjoying having his pecker lathered," commented Sergeant Sykes.

"Ever had your nuts shaved, Doctor," asked the Major?

"Please stop, I know nothing," pleaded the Doctor.

"Always a first time," commented the Major taking a draw on her cigarette.

The three soldiers went to work with the razors on the Doctor's balls and pubic region.

"You're not very hairy for an Arab," noted the Major. "Bend him over and shave his asshole."

The rope was lowered enough to allow the doctor to bend double. Sgt. Sykes separated the Doctor's buttocks as Corporal Roberts shaved the cleft. The Corporal quickly shaved the Doctor's buttocks.

"Done," said the Lieutenant wiping down the shaved areas with a clean towel.

"Nice job," said the Major as she stood up and walked over to the Doctor and took his cock in her hand and stroked it.

"Tell me where Kamal is and we stop," said the Major stroking the Doctor's cock.

"I don't know," whined Doctor Parchai.

"I'll suck your dick if you give us Kamal. I'll get right down on my knees and suck your pecker till you blow your load. That'd be something to tell your grandchildren. How an American Major swallowed your load," said the Major vigorously stroking the Doctor's cock.

"I don't know," said Doctor Parchai.

"Does Soraya shave her pussy? I shave mine," asked the Major.

"No, she does not," said the Doctor unable to prevent his erection from growing as the Major stroked him.

"The next time you see her, I bet her snatch is as smooth as a baby's butt."

"Leave my wife and children alone. They know nothing," said Dr. Parchai.

"I would guess that right about now, Captain Darcy has removed every hair from her pussy. She's bald as you are. You can go home and eat her hairless cunt right now if you tell me what I know."

"I don't know where Kamal is," cried the Doctor.

"Are you into cross dressing?"

"No, Muslims do not engage in such practices. They are the corrupt and decadent practices of the Americans," said Dr. Parchai defiantly.

"Let's make a girl of the good doctor so he can see what he's been missing," said Major Trevor as she sat back down to watch.

Lt. Calley walked over to an equipment locker and removed a lacy white garter belt. The Major fitted it around Dr. Parchai's waist as the other dominatrices slip a pair of sheer white hose with a wide top containing a decorative bow up the doctor's legs. They carefully attached the garter belt suspenders to the top of the hose. The Lt. rummaged around in the locker before selecting a pair of French cut panties that had a slit in the front. She handed them to the Sergeant who slid them up the thighs of the Doctor. She grabbed his cock and pulled it through the front slit and stroke his it. The Doctor sense of humiliation had never known anything like this. These Americans were the depraved instruments of Satan himself decided the Doctor.

"These should fit," said Lt. Calley handing Sgt. Sykes a pair of three-inch pumps.

"What do you think?" asked the Sergeant turning Dr. Parchai around once they were done. His pink hairless cock poked through the slit of his panty.

"So far so good, let's get some pictures for the folks back home," said Major Trevor.

Lt. Calley removed a Nikon digital camera from the locker and pressed the on button. The Lieutenant walked around Dr. Parchai capturing 8.1 mega pixel images.

"We're going to email these and any others images we take to the sheik of your tribe. That's Sheik Muhammad Al-Rashad. Much to our surprise he has an email address. And to think your village was so proud of you. You became a respected doctor and you have a reputation as a devout Muslim. After they see these, they'll think you're some kind of queer," said the Major.

"What next, Major?" asked Lt. Calley.

"Let's complete the feminization of Dr. Parchai. I'm curious how he turns out," said Major Trevor.

"Hold still, I'd hate to smear your lipstick," said Sgt. Sykes.

"No," said Dr. Parchai turning his head to the side.

"Twist his nuts," said the Major.

Sgt. Sykes took a firm grip on Dr. Parchai's balls and rotated them through a full turn. Dr. Parchai opened his mouth and screamed as the pain signals from his groin reached his brain.

"Are you going to hold still or do you want the Sergeant to twist them off?" asked the Major.

"I'll be still," said Dr. Parchai desperate to avoid the pain from his tortured gonads.

"Cinnamon Breeze is your color," said Sgt. Sykes admiring the result.

In a few minutes the three soldiers had applied full make-up to the Doctor. Lt. Calley had selected a matching bra and falsies from the equipment locker. After the bra was in place, they placed a black curly wig on Dr. Parchai's head and styled it.

"Shoot another memory stick of images," directed Major Trevor.

"You're not too bad as a girl," said the Major as Lt. Calley worked the camera. The Major leaned forward and kissed the Doctor on the lips.

"Want to fuck? Give me what I want and you can fuck all four of us. We'll go back to my quarters and get naked. We'll suck your cock; clean out your asshole with our tongues. Sgt. Sykes is into water sports. She'll let you piss in her mouth. Won't you Sergeant?" said the Major as she ran her tongue over Doctor Parchai's ear.

"Fucking right I will. I'll wrap my lips around your dick and swallow every drop," said Sgt. Sykes.

"Let's finish him up, I mean her up," said Major Trevor when Lt. Calley had captured the images.

Sgt. Sykes forced Dr. Parchai to step into a short white skirt. The hem ended two inches above the top of his hose and the waist settled on the Doctor's hips below his navel. A matching white belly shirt barely covered his chest and exposed his navel.

"Finishing touches," said Lt. Calley clipping a pair of dangling earrings to Dr. Parchai's lobes. The Lieutenant slipped several bracelets onto the Doctor's wrists and fastened a gaudy necklace around his neck.

"Well, what do you think?" asked Major Trevor turning Dr. Parchai toward the mirror.

"May Allah strike you dead for this," said Dr. Parchai looking with horror and disgust at his image in the mirror.

"He may well do that before this war is over; but too late for you and your family. What do you think, Lieutenant?" asked the Major.

"If I ran into her in a pickup bar and it was late and I was drunk, I'd be interested," said Lt. Calley.

"Let's add a beauty mark,' said Major Trevor selecting a tiny heart from the cosmetics kit and adhering it to Dr. Parchai's cheek.

"Now, you can poise for us," said Major Trevor.

Over the next several minutes, the soldiers placed Dr. Parchai in any number of suggestive poses. They forced him to stick his tongue and rear out. They took several up skirt photo. There were several shots of him with a raised skirt fisting his cock.

"We're going to make you a photo album and give it to your mother and father," said Major Trevor when they were done.

"They will know you forced me to do this," said Dr. Parchai.

"Yes they will but they will still look at the pictures. When they pass you on the street, they'll say, 'There goes Dr. Parchai. The Americans dressed him up as a female prostitute and took his picture.' This is your last chance before we show you off to your fellow Iraqis. Where is Kamal?" asked the Major.

"I would tell you if I knew," said Dr. Parchai.

"All right, let's take the good doctor to Cell Block 14 and let him meet his public," said Major Trevor.

Minutes later, Dr. Parchai entered a large round room. The perimeter of the space was lined with dozens of cells crammed with Iraqi prisoners. There was a raised platform in the center of the room constructed of plywood. There was a buzz of voices from the cells.

"Listen up, everyone. This is Dr. Azul Parchai. He asked Allah to make him into a girl and the Coalition obliged," said Major Trevor grabbing a bullhorn from one of the MPs and making an announcement.

Sexual abuse and torture by female soldiers of Military Intelligence was a daily occurrence. It was the only diversion for the prisoners other than at night when the MPs would take a few prisoners out of their cell and amuse themselves. But the MPs lacked imagination and costumes. The MPs idea of fun was forcing the male prisoners to suck each other's cocks or hauling one of the female prisoners out for a gang rape.

The day before, the Major had brought a badly beaten female reputed to be a former mistress of Saddam Hussein to Cell Block 14. Several of the prisoners recognized the woman in spite of her ruined face. The prisoners had watched as the woman was mounted by several of the American guard dogs. Her piteous cries as she was forced to suck the dog's cock before being sodomised amused the prison population for almost an hour.

There was a murmur of anticipation from the prisoners as the three dominatrices pushed Dr. Parchai forward. The high heels gave him a wobbly walk. The Iraqi men verbally expressed their contempt for any man that would dress as a woman. The cells were populated with the dregs of Iraqi society. Robbers, car jackers rapists, and murderers along with drug dealers lined the walls. Several cells contained male and female prostitutes.

Lt. Calley helped Dr. Parchai to climb on to the raised platform. Sgt. Sykes and Corporal Roberts took their places along side the Doctor.

"Last chance, where's Kamal. Your wife and daughter have already given him up. We're just looking for confirmation," whispered Major Trevor.

"I do not know,' said Dr. Parchai.

"Butt fuck him," said Major Trevor.

Dr. Parchai was forced into the tabletop position. He found himself weeping as he felt his skirt being lifted and his panty pushed aside to expose his anus. He tried to mentally wall out the hundreds of eyes watching his humiliation as he felt the column of latex land on his bottom. He squirmed as Lt. Calley applied a small amount of lubricant to his anus then used her finger to work it into his rectum.

"Down boy," said Sgt. Sykes putting her boot on his shoulder to force his face to the plywood floor.

Lt. Calley worked the head of the Stars and Stripes into Dr. Parchai's anus. The Doctor cried out as he felt the thick column slide several inches into his rectum. The Doctor took a deep breath in an attempt to control the pain. A loud moan escaped his lips as the dildo slid deeper. The pain was intense as his bowels were stretched wide. The girth of the dildo was at least several inches greater than his rectum.

Prisoners in the cells called out for the Lieutenant to bury the dildo in the Doctor's. bowels. Several of the prisoners had their cocks out masturbating as they watched. Finally the Lieutenant's crotch reached Dr. Parchai's buttocks. Lt. Calley began a vigorous stroking as Dr. Parchai clinched his fists. He looked at a nearby cell and saw that the inhabitants were pointing at him and laughing. He looked back at Major Trevor and saw she was holding a large professional looking video camera. Tears came to his eyes as he realized his sodomization was being recorded and that the heartless American Major would distribute it to the members of the Iraqi National Congress who in turn would make sure that all Iraqis would witness his shame. At that moment, Doctor Parchai broke.

"Stop, for the love of Allah, I'll tell you where Kamal is," screamed Dr. Parchai.

Immediately, Major Trevor stepped forward and knelt by the Doctor. A raucous cry of disapproval arose from the cells. Lt. Calley held her position with the dildo fully embedded in Dr. Parchai's rectum.

"Where's Kamal?" asked the Major kneeling by the Doctor and whispering in his ear.

"He's in our cousin's home, outside of Karbala," said Dr. Parchai.

"What's the name of your cousin?"

" Muhammad Al-Kuuzaai, he lives on the main road leading into Karbala," said Dr. Parchai. "Muhammad Al-Kuuzaai is well known. Ask anyone."

"Excellent, Lt. Calley remove the dildo from Dr. Parchai's asshole," said Major Trevor hurrying off to see the Colonel.

"What should we do with the prisoner?" asked Lt. Calley.

"Until we can confirm his information, put him in that cell," said the Major pointing to a nearby cell filled to bursting with rapists.

The Major ignored the screams of Dr. Parchai as she walked back to her office talking on the radio to the strike team headed toward Karbala. She did glance back over her shoulder and saw that the prisoners had torn the doctor's skirt off. This time there was a real cock in his ass and another in his mouth.