Abu Ghabir

Chapter 4 – Interrogation of Soraya

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"It's an honor to meet you, Dr. Parchai. I'm Captain Betty Darcy, actually its Elisabeth but everyone calls me Betty. Can I call you Soraya?" said Captain Elisabeth Darcy as Soraya entered Interrogation Room 9 under the watchful eye of two MPs.

"You are my captors. You can call me what you wish," said Soraya.

"Corporal, you can leave Dr. Parchai with us. We'll take good care of her," said Captain Darcy. There was a moment of silence as the guards removed the standard wrist and ankle chains from their prisoner.

"Are you a doctor?" said Soraya observing that Captain Darcy was dressed in a surgical gown.

"No, but I sure hope to be one someday. The Army will pay for me to go to medical school provided I sign up for a five-year hitch after I complete my residency. Please take all your clothes off," said Captain Darcy.

"My clothes?"

"Yes, your clothes all of them."

"No."

"No is just not going to work, Soraya. I'm trying to extend you some professional courtesy here. But if you want to make it difficult, Corporal Sanders and Private Butterworth will take them off for you. Either way you wind up naked. So let's cooperate and make it easier on everyone. We're all women here and made the same."

"All right," said Soraya after a moment's hesitation. The private and the corporal were large powerfully built women. Soraya realized that resistance was futile. She discarded the scarf she wore when she traveled outside her home. It was more out of respect for her husband than religious conviction. She stepped out of her shoes and began to unbutton the front of her long dress.

"Where are my husband and daughters?" said Soraya as she slipped the dress off her shoulders.

"Somewhere around here talking to our people. They're being looked after," said Captain Darcy.

"My youngest is only fourteen. I would like for her to be with me," said Soraya.

"Fourteen, that's such a challenging age, right on the verge of becoming a woman but still very much a girl," said the Captain philosophically.

"Safia is just a child. She is very devout unlike her sister and myself," said Soraya hesitating a moment before removing her brassiere. "Everything you said?"

"Yes, everything, that's our rule," said Captain Darcy. "You say you're not all that devout well neither am I although I was raised strict Southern Baptist, First Baptist Church of Macon, Georgia. We were what you called foot-washing Baptists."

"Are you going to torture me?" said Soraya.

"You certainly come to the point and I like that in a woman and a doctor. As a matter of fact we are although how much depends on you. Help Soraya up on the table," said Captain Darcy to the enlisted personnel.

Soraya shrugged her shoulders in resignation as the enlisted women dressed also in surgical garb helped her to climb up on the stainless steel table. For the last few months, there had been rumors of the monstrous acts being performed on Iraqis at Abu Ghabir. Soraya had not believed them. She had attributed them to the vicious propaganda of the Islamic fundamentalist. Now she found herself face to face with her smiling torturer and she realized the rumors were true.

"I know nothing of interest to the Coalition," said Soraya as the nurses used belting to strap her tightly to the table. Soraya shuddered as they fitted her legs into the stirrups and adjusted them so her legs were spread widely apart.

"I read that you studied in the United States," said Captain Darcy placing a wet towel on Soraya's pubic area.

"In Boston at Harvard Medical," said Soraya.

"You must be smart to have gotten in there. I could only hope," said Captain Darcy rapidly sniping Soraya's long and curly pubic hair with a barber's scissors.

"What are you doing?" asked Soraya. Soraya knew the answer but asked anyway. What was happening to her seemed so outlandish and absurd she expected to wake up any moment and find that she had been dreaming.

"Getting ready to shave your pussy, Iraqi women aren't into removing their body hair like we do in the US. The last lady we had in here had never shaved her underarms or her sex. She had what the men call a full bush. We took some pictures before we shaved her."

"What did you do with the pictures?" asked Soraya.

"Emailed them to my family back in Macon. They're very interested in Iraq and its people. I see you shave your armpits," said Captain Darcy.

"Yes, I started that when I was studying in your country," said Soraya.

"It does make for better feminine hygiene. But not all Iraqi women are identical. Last week I operated on the lady that used to read the news on your television the one everyone said was one of Saddam's mistresses. She was a shaver. Actually, she was a waxer. You ever had your pubic hairs waxed?"

"No," said Soraya.

"Hurts like hell but it works."

"Most of we ladies that work with the Major shave except for Captain Tremblay. The Captain's got the prettiest red hair and green eyes. She shaves her pussy in the shape of a heart, that's right, a big red Valentine heart," said Captain Darcy as she finished with the scissors and squirted a handful of shaving lather into her hand from an aerosol can.

"What do you want to know?"

"The location of your brother-in-law, Kamal," said Captain Darcy passing the razor back and forth.

"I don't know where Kamal is," said Soraya.

"You have a mighty hairy little butt hole, Soraya, does your husband like it that way?"

"Oh God, please stop," said Soraya as she felt the razor pass lightly over the skin surrounding her anus.

"Don't be such a baby. I'm not going to hurt you yet," said Captain Darcy.

"What are you doing?"

"Carefully removing all the body hair from your pubic region. You'll be bald as an American porn star when I'm done. American men prefer their pussy hairless. Corporal Sanders show Soraya how her pussy is going to look."

Soraya looked to the side as one of the enlisted personnel pushed her fatigue trousers down to reveal a completely hairless sex.

"On the other hand I leave a rattail," said Captain Darcy standing beside the Corporal and dropping her fatigues. Soraya looked at the thin vertically elongated rectangle of pubic hair directly above the Corporal's clit. Come over her Private and show the Doctor your pussy," said Captain Darcy.

The tall black female moved beside the other two women dropping her fatigue pants. A small ring of black curly hair surrounded her sex.

"Afro-American women do not have as much pubic hair as Caucasians especially if the white girl is of Mediterranean origin, like from Italy," said Captain Darcy.

Soraya looked at the three women standing beside the operating table with a mixture of fear and disgust. She was finding it hard to believe that the awful rumors she had heard about Abu Ghraib were true. Male and female prisoners had reported being subjected to sexual abuse and humiliation on Al Jazeera but Soraya had refused to believe those accounts.

"All done," said Captain Darcy finishing up with the razor and wiping down Soraya's sex with a warm wet rag. Next she patted the area dry then applied a lotion.

Soraya tried to ignore the Captain's hand as it massaged the most sensitive part of her sex.

"Stop," whispered Soraya as the Captain's hand rubbed her clitoris.

"Did I mention to you that we are lesbians?" asked Captain Darcy.

"No, don't do that," said Soraya.

"You got a nice pussy. Have you ever been with a woman?" asked Captain Darcy.

"No, never," said Soraya firmly.

"Well, today's your day and we're going to make a whole bunch of digital images of you engaged in lesbian sex. Do you mom and daddy have an email address?"

"No, you wouldn't do that."

"If they don't the Major will see that they are posted on the Abu Ghraib WEB site that we are putting together," said Captain Darcy unbuttoning her shirt. "Corporal, Private, it's time for some fun."

Soraya watched the three female soldiers undress. In a matter of moments, they were naked except for their combat boots. One of the soldiers went over to an equipment cabinet and removed a digital camera mounted on a tripod.

"8.1 mega pixel Nikon," said Captain Darcy who had returned to the space between Soraya 's legs and started stroking Soraya's clit. "It's got great resolution and a 5:1 zoom lens that will take you right inside a pussy."

"I don't know where Kamal is. I'd tell you if I did," whined Soraya.

"Take a couple of the Doctor lying there naked," said Captain Darcy stepping back.

Soraya tried to think of other things as Private took a dozen images of her. This is the first time that someone has taken an image of my naked body. Soraya thought back to when she was a resident at Lahey Clinic and she had an affair with an intern. He had wanted to take some Polaroids of her lying naked on his bed but she had refused. She had broken off the affair shortly after that.

"No," screamed Soraya as she felt someone's tongue lick her clitoris.

Soraya with great effort looked down at the top of the Corporal's head between her legs. Soraya shuddered as Captain Darcy leaned over to take one of her nipples in her mouth. The camera flash signaled that the Private was making images of what they were doing to her. Soraya closed her eyes attempting to shut out what was happening to her.

My husband's family will disown me and have me killed if they ever see these images. My god what are they doing to Azul, Nadia, and Safia, my poor husband and daughters. Soraya felt something wet on her chest and opened her eyes to see Captain Darcy writing something on her bare chest with a Magic Marker.

"What is that?" said Soraya.

"It reads I am the Prophet's Whore in Arabic," said Captain Darcy who finished up the writing on Soraya's chest and moved to her abdomen. "And this one reads I suck Muhammad's cock."

"You are the most vile and evil people on this earth. Where is Azul? Where are Nadia and Safia?"

"Azul is with the Major, Safia is being interrogated by Captain Caldwell and Nadia is with Lt. Roberts," said Captain Darcy standing aside so the Private can shoot images of Soraya's annotated flesh.

"Now where is your brother-in-law?" said Captain Darcy walking over to a table and picking up a cone shaped butt plug with a max four-inch diameter.

"I don't know," screamed Soraya.

"Let's widen her sphincter,' said Captain Darcy handing the butt plug and a tube of lubricant to the Corporal.

Soraya thought she would go out of her mind with pain when the Corporal began forcing the butt plug past her anus. Its pointed ring easily penetrated her tightly puckered hole but it took real effort for the Corporal to push the large end of the cone past. Soraya screamed in pain, as her anal ring was stretched. She screamed even louder when the widest part slipped past her sphincter allowing it to contract around the narrow base of the handle .The pressure inside her rectum of a full four inches of latex was mind numbing.

"Hurts like hell, if you're not used to it," commented Captain Darcy.

"I can't stand it. Take it out," pleaded Soraya grimacing in agony. Veins had become visible in her forehead and temples as she fought to control the pain.

"Now for your vagina," said Captain Darcy handing the Corporal a dildo that was modeled after a Hollywood porn star famed for the size of his cock. A year ago, he had allowed the staff of a City of Industry manufacturing plant to make a latex model of his cock. His oversized cock rendered in latex had become a best seller in adult stores.

Soraya watched as Captain Darcy first coated the dildo with a lubricant then forced the head into Soraya's vagina.

"This is going to hurt," said Captain Darcy pushing hard on the base of the dildo.

A long plaintive wail escaped Soraya's lips as the dildo disappeared into her vagina.

"Oh fuck," screamed Soraya.

"It seems our good Muslim girl does know a few American swear words," commented Captain Darcy.

"Her coochie will take a month to snap back," commented Private Butterworth.

"Her butthole will not close either," said Corporal Sanders.

"Corporal, you work the dildos while I get some oral action," said Captain Darcy climbing up on the table positioning her pussy over Soraya's mouth.

"Lick my cunt, Soraya," said Captain Darcy.

"No," said Soraya.

"If you don't, I'll pull all of your teeth out," said Captain Darcy.

Soraya was too frightened to do anything but stick her tongue out and lap at Captain Darcy's clitoris.

"That's good, Soraya, just like I like it," said Captain Darcy.

The flash of the camera informed Soraya that there would be pictures of her performing lesbian sex on the captain. Her only hope of having a life would be to leave Iraq immediately after they were released.

Soraya grunted as the Corporal fucked her with the dildo. Each time the dildo slammed into her cervix she felt intense pain.

"You're killing me," whispered Soraya.

"Tell us where your brother-in-law is and it will be over. You can go home with your family. We'll destroy the digital images. No one will ever see them," said Captain Darcy slowly riding Soraya's mouth.

"I don't know anything," said Soraya.

After some time, Captain Darcy climbed off Soraya. She walked over to a Tuttnauer autoclave and turned it on. She returned to Soraya holding a small bottle. The Captain opened the bottle and began to paint its content over Soraya's lower abdomen and pubic region. The Captain instructed the Corporal to remove the dildo and the butt plug.

"Take a few inner cavity shots," said Captain Darcy to Private Butterworth.

"You can see a good six inches up her asshole,' said Private Butterworth as the camera flash lit up the inside of Soraya's rectum.

"What's that?" said Soraya recognizing the smell of antiseptic.

"Antiseptic, we're getting you ready for a full hysterectomy," said Captain Darcy.

"You're insane,' said Soraya.

"Insane or not, I've done this operation over forty-seven times. I admit the first five women died but after I figured out what I was doing wrong, everyone has lived."

"I don't need a hysterectomy," said Soraya.

"That's irrelevant,' said Captain Darcy. "Have you ever performed a hysterectomy?"

"Yes."

"This will be different. There won't be any anesthesia," said Captain Darcy.

"I could go into shock and die," said Soraya.

"Unlikely, but possible. After I open you up, I'll start with your ovaries and fallopian tubes. I'll cut out an organ at a time until you tell me where Kamal is. After I remove your cervix and womb, I'll close you back up. If you still haven't told me where Kamal is. I'll perform a clitectomy and remove your labia major and labia minor. You won't be a woman after I'm done," said Captain Darcy as she picked up a scalpel off a tray she'd removed from the autoclave.

"That's the most barbaric and savage thing I've ever heard of. You are not human," said Soraya tears running down her face.

"Last chance?" said Captain Darcy bringing the scalpel down to an inch below Soraya's navel.

"Kamal is with his cousin, Muhammad Al-Kuuzaai. His home is outside Karbala," blurted out Soraya.

"Describe the home," said Captain Darcy.

"It's the biggest home in the neighborhood. It's got a fence around it and there are columns out front. Muhammad is wealthy. He exports pistachio nuts to Europe. There is a hiding place under the floor in the hallway. It's under a carpet. If Kamal hears you coming, he will hide in there."

"Excellent, Soraya, why didn't you tell us all that to start with. It would have saved you a whole lot of pain and embarrassment," said Captain Darcy.

"Let us go now," said Soraya. "I've told you what I know."

"I have to confer with the Major," said Captain Darcy leaving the room.

Several minutes later, the Captain returned. "

"Get her up and dressed," said the Captain.

"What's going to happen to me?" said Soraya.

"They're going to take you to your husband," said Captain Darcy.

"And my daughters," asked Soraya.

"They're fine. Captain Caldwell has taken a liking to Safia. She's in the Captain's quarters as we speak. She's safer there."

"Nadia?"

"Being questioned by Lt. Roberts. They seem to be getting along fine too. Nadia's quite western in her outlook," said Captain Darcy. Don't worry you'll all be back together soon. We need to confirm what you told us."

Soraya walked between the enlisted soldiers to another part of the prison. When she rounded a corner she saw she was in a circular cellblock that contained a wooden platform in the middle of the room. The individual cells were packed with prisoners. There seemed to be some kind of commotion in the cell that she was being lead toward. An MP with a guard dog swung the cell door open.

"You can't put me in there," screamed Soraya seeing that the prisoners were male and looked to be the worst kind of criminals.

Soraya tried to hold on to the bars to prevent being placed in that cell but the soldiers easily overpowered her efforts. As she was thrown into the waiting arms of the prisoners who immediately began to grab at her clothes she saw her husband on one of the bunks being doubly sodomised.

"Azul," she screamed as they drug her toward him.