Torture The Widow

Chapter 36 – Our Odyssey of Pain Begins

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I'm still alive I realized as consciousness returned. I thought for sure I was going to die suffocated in shit or whipped to death maybe both. God it hurts to move. I feel like I'm incased in concrete. But its not concrete, I'm covered in several layers of dried shit.

"Rozz, you okay?" whispered Amy from nearby.

"I'm great. I'm incased in shit cement and every square inch of my body has been whipped until it is an open sore. Did I mention that my spine feels like it is broken?" I said. Being bent backwards stretched like a rubber band on that damn wheel had left me with a severe backache.

"Marcy and Nancy are breathing but I can't wake them up," said Amy.

I didn't want to but I stirred. What I wanted to do was die peacefully lying there on the stone floor. If I moved I would hurt. I slowly put my fingers on my nose and gave it a gentle squeeze. A small shower of brown powder fell on the floor in front of me. That made me sneeze and a gob of bloody chocolate snot scattered the powder as I sneezed. That was disgusting.

The wheel torture had continued until I passed out maybe beyond that. I'd gone for countless dips in that trough of moving shit. Suffocation always seemed a possibility as my mouth and nose filled every time I took the plunge. When I wasn't submerged, a fat albino bastard was attempting to whip the tits off my body. Their arm never seemed to tire. I suspected that the only thing holding my nipples on was dried crap.

I looked at my hand. It looked like it had been dipped in chocolate pudding and left to dry. Except it weren't chocolate pudding but a slurry of turds collected by what passed for a sewerage system in Kuwait City. Kuwait City was lucky to have a sewerage system. Your average Arab capital allowed the shit to run in open ditches along the side of the road. Since that led to periodic outbreaks of cholera and typhus it was a cheaper form of population control than handing out condoms or giving the women chemical contraception.

"How did we get here?" asked Marcy.

"Oh you're awake. I thought you were dead," said Amy.

"I'm not that lucky," said Marcy.

"My mouth is full of dried shit," said Nancy.

"Another party heard from," I said.

"There's water on a table over there. I'll see if I can get it," said Amy. I watched as she slowly crawled a few feet to where there was a stack of plastic bottles of water.

Amy managed to retrieve four of the two litter bottles. Moments later, we four were sitting against a stonewall slowly sipping the water. We'd used the first several mouthfuls to wash our mouths out. We were in a true dungeon not some play space made to look like one. The walls, floor, and ceiling were rough stones. This was the real thing. There was an iron door at one end. A single bulb illuminated the room. The only other content was four naked whores covered in dried shit.

"We're going to die in 72 hours," announced Marcy once we had washed our mouths out enough to talk. We were slowly sipping water trying to hydrate ourselves. We hurt too much to move. Our tits were covered in whip cuts and swollen from the beating.

"How do you know that?" asked Nancy.

"I've got a thousand cuts on my body and I was dipped in fecal material. It has to contain at least twenty different bacteria and viruses that can kill you. We'll all get sick and die, end of story."

"Thanks, Marcy for that optimistic assessment of our situation. But the army will realize we're missing and start a search. Maybe we'll get lucky and they'll find us. We can load up on antibiotics and survive," I said.

"Fuck, how did we get here," asked Amy.

"We were kidnapped," said Nancy.

"Last I recall I was in the john, sitting on the can, sucking somebody's cock after he pissed down my throat," I said.

"Whose cock? You don't remember," said Marcy.

"The blonde guy who said he was half German and half Kuwaiti," I said.

"Dieter, his name was Dieter. He wasn't circumcised," said Marcy.

"You whores have got it all wrong. Dieter wasn't blonde. He had cold black straight hair. But he was half German and half Arab. But he was cut. It was his brother Klaus who wasn't circumcised and he was blonde," said Nancy. "They were the ones we were partying with."

"Nancy, you have an excellent memory for who you have fucked," I said dryly

"I used to keep a list," said Nancy.

"You kept a list of all the men you fucked," asked Amy.

"There were women too after Mrs. Stapleton," said Nancy. "Once I joined the Army, it got to be too much work so I quit."

"Who pray tell was Mrs. Stapleton," I asked to pass the time of day.

"Assistant Principal of my high school," said Nancy.

"And when did you do her?" asked Marcy.

"Tenth grade, I was in love with her," said Nancy. "She was a real lady. She wore a hat and white gloves to church. She invited me to high tea at her home."

"Was it unrequited love?" asked Amy.

"I suppose she cared about me. I was totally infatuated with her. It was a first girl love thing. I would do anything she said. I even let her talk me into doing a three way with her brother," said Nancy.

"Her brother, now that sounds kinky. Where was her husband?" asked Marcy.

"He videoed the whole thing," said Nancy. "He was on the city council and didn't allow anyone to take compromising pictures."

"So how was the three way?" I asked.

"I loved it. Margaret, that was what Mrs. Stapleton allowed me to call her when we weren't in school helped her brother give me my first anal experience," said Nancy.

"Sounds like a real coming of age thing, ever thought of writing it down so Teen magazine can publish it?" said Marcy.

"My first girl was Carrie Adams. She was prom queen, head cheerleader, and going steady with the captain of the football team. Carrie was most popular girl in my high school and she was no lady," I said to keep the conversation rolling. "She was a senior. I was a freshman. She seduced me."

"And exactly how did she do that," asked Marcy.

"She invited me over to her house when her parents were away for a weekend. The fact that the most popular girl in school was showering me with attention overwhelmed me. We ordered pizza and drank some of her dad's beer. We even smoked a joint. I thought it was so fucking cool. Then she took me upstairs and ate my pussy. I spent the rest of the weekend eating hers," I said.

"And after that she dumped you," said Marcy.

"You have such a negative viewpoint. Marcy Kendall, No, she did not dump me. We kept right on munching each other's rug throughout the academic year. She even let me fuck her boyfriend, the captain of the football team. The next year after she graduated she invited me to come spend the weekend at her sorority house at Middlebury College," I said.

"Where you ate everyone's pussy including the house mother," chirped in Nancy.

"The house mother's name was Margaret something and she was a real lady too. We did sixty nine while Carrie and her sorority sisters watched," I said. "Then we all formed a daisy chain and got each other off. For a sophomore in high school it was real big girl stuff."

"Never had sex with a girl until I reached Kuwait," said Amy. "I was strictly hetero until I ran into you sluts."

"Wow, Amy, and you do it so well. I assumed you started muff diving in grammar school," I said.

"Well, since it's tell all time, my first lesbian experience was my mom," said Marcy.

"I always wanted to have sex with my mother. I promise that if I live through this, I'm going back to Cleveland and eat her pussy," said Nancy. "It must be something special to have oral sex with the vagina that bore you."

"Your mom, Marcy, you never told me you got it on with your mother," I exclaimed.

"It just never came up," said Marcy defensively.

"How did it happen," asked Amy.

"It was my fourteenth birthday. Mom and I shopped at Bergdorfs and had lunch at the Plaza. Then she took me to a spa over on Fifth Avenue and I got my first Brazilian bikini wax. I felt really grownup," said Marcy.

"I forget you were raised with a silver spoon in your mouth," said Amy.

"So what happened," I asked?

"When we got home, we started trying on what we had bought. That included some lingerie that was pretty hot for a fourteen year old. Mom was walking around wearing high heels and a beautiful lace teddy. It was the first time that I had been allowed to wear black lingerie. Mom had bought me a pair of Wofford stay ups with a four inch black lace band at the top. I was wearing boy shorts that let my cheeks hang out and a demi-bra. I was walking around in these four inch Joan & David fuck me pumps trying to keep my balance and not fall on my ass.

"You're making me horny and I'm afraid if I touch my clit it will break off," I said.

"Mom even offered me a glass of wine, sort of as a rite of passage. I was strutting around in nothing but heels, hose, panty, and bra when all of a sudden I found myself in Mom's arms. She did me right there on my bed then guided me through how to do her," said Marcy.

"Sounds like a great way to establish a mother and daughter bond. I'll take my mom shopping where they have a great lingerie department," said Nancy.

"I'd always wondered why Mom had so many young female friends she socialized with. Of course, none were as young as me," said Marcy.

"So your mother was a dyke," I said.

"A married dyke," said Marcy. "Dad traveled on business most of the time."

"Did you make it just that once or were there other times," asked Amy.

"Other times aplenty and with her friends, I finally figured out she was using me to attract younger women," said Marcy. "She'd dangle me in front of some twenty something femme and the three of us would wind up in bed together."

"So you were queer bait," said Amy.

"Dyke bait would be more precise," said Marcy.

"I seduced my younger sister when I went home on leave last Christmas," said Amy.

"Kelly, the one who is still in middle school? She's a child," exclaimed Marcy.

"Thirteen last month," said Amy.

"Why did you do such a dastardly deed?" I asked.

"I was bored, nothing to do. My parents are not the most exciting people in the world. It was something to do, a challenge," said Amy.

"How did it go?" asked Marcy.

"Didn't' turn out to be much of a challenge. Little slut had been giving blowjobs and eating pussy since she was ten. They have parties where they spin the bottle and go in the closet and do whatever. They don't fuck but they are very oral," said Amy.

"Kids these days, hey, let's try to remember what happened last night. Maybe it will help us get out of here," I said.

"We left the base at 2230. We arrived at the palace at 2300," I said. Wealthy Kuwaiti men live dual lives. On one side of the city are nice quiet residential neighborhoods where they have a home for the wives and children to live respectably. It's very low key, Muslim and devout, no alcohol or tobacco. Some nights they actually sleep there but most of the times they just visit.

On the other side of the city is the walled area we Americans call Partyville. It consists of these huge elaborate palaces and that is where the husbands keep their whores, booze, and dope. There are incredible parties thrown on the weekends in the palaces. They go on for days and are filled with handsome men and beautiful women who like to have a good time. I'd been to several of them. By Sunday night when I have to return to base, I have fucked an unknown number of men and women, ingested some terrific narcotics and drank until I passed out. I usually woke up in a pile of naked bodies.

"Whose party was it again?" I asked.

"Sheik Mohammed Al-Kuwazi or something like that. He's a relative of the royal family and according to what I hear as rich as Bill Gates," said Marcy.

"How did you get invited?" asked Amy.

"Email from Cory," said Marcy.

Cory Lewis worked for the American embassy in Kuwait City. Other than attending and giving parties for Kuwaiti notables, I'm not sure she had a job. Early on, she had toured the hospital to meet the staff. Doctors and nurses who were young, attractive and had loose morals (that included pretty much all of us) were placed on her list of party people.

"The palace was new," said Amy.

"And the largest in Partyville according to what Klaus told me," said Marcy.

"Someone took my panty off at the front door," I said.

"You wore panties? Since when did you start wearing panty when you went to a party?" asked Marcy.

"It was a whim. I had some new ones I bought in Boston. They were kind of sexy and I thought it might be hot to have a guy slide them down my legs," I said.

"And was it?" asked Nancy.

"Sort of, one of the security guards pulled them down when he was searching me. He took me in a closet pulled my panty down and fingered me. You know how the security types like to perform a cavity search while they suck on your tits. He got me horny and I gave him a quickie," I said.

"Trust Rozz to give somebody a piece before we get in the door," said Marcy.

"He was kind of cute and well hung," I replied.

"All right, we arrived, had a drink, Dieter and Klaus came over and introduced themselves. We did some blow with them," said Nancy.

"Dieter was feeling me up under the table," said Amy.

"He had fingers in my hole too," I said.

"So Klaus and Dieter were playing with our pussies under the table," said Marcy. "That's nothing new."

"And we were jerking their cocks," I said.

"Then one of them stood up and shot his load into Amy's apple martini," said Nancy.

"And we all took a sip," I said.

"I love an apple martini with cum floating on top," said Marcy.

"Then we danced and did more blow," said Amy.

"Rozz let one of them take her top off," said Nancy.

"I remember being out on the dance floor with my tits bouncing up and down," I said.

"Later, the Sheik came by and introduced himself," said Marcy.

"I didn't get to meet him. I was under the table giving Klaus a blowjob," said Amy.

"Yeah, we could all hear you," said Marcy. "You make the loudest slurping sounds when you suck cock."

"Just a sign I am enjoying it," said Amy.

"I had to pee so I went to the rest room. One of them followed me in the stall. He stuck his cock in my mouth and pissed. Why do the Germans love to piss in your mouth?" I said.

"Just their way I suppose," said Marcy.

"Then he held a small bottle up to my nose. I thought it was poppers. I took a deep inhale that was the last I remember," I said. "There was something in that bottle that put me out."

"Me too," said Marcy. "Someone held a small brown bottle up to my nose and it was lights out. The next think I recall was when someone landed a flogger on my tits just as I was diving into the shit."

"Same for me. I was on my knees sucking cock when a bottle appeared at my nostril. I took a sniff and bam I was gone. Do you think they plan to kill us?" said Amy.

"They could have done that last night by stopping the wheel while out heads were under. They left us water to keep us alive," said Nancy.

"I suppose that is something. Who were those creatures whipping us?" I asked.

"Fat, naked, bald, that's what I remember," said Marcy.

"There were at least a dozen of them," I said.

"And here they are again," said Amy pointing toward the door to our cell that was slowly opening.

One of them stepped through. I could see several of his buddies standing behind him in the doorway. Their skin was almost white and there was not a hair on their body. They looked like a cross between the Michelin Tire man and the Pillsbury Doughboy. They were fat and disgusting from the female point of view, actually from anyone's point of view. The one who opened the door gestured for us to come to him. We got unsteadily to our feet. We were scared shitless and holding on to each other.

I suppose we were not moving fast enough because suddenly the room was full of his buddies. They drug us screaming out of our cell, down a hallway and into a large room where someone had turned on several showerheads that were producing streams of warm water.

They shoved us under the water and proceeded to wash us thoroughly from head to toe with coarse brushes that set us to screaming. Two of them held me while this fat pig went to work on me with a brush. Each stroke was agony. I felt like my skin was being rubbed off.

After a while, we began to bleed where the brushes opened up the whip cuts and the water going down the shower drain turned red. Just when I thought I was going to bleed to death, they stopped. There was a long low-lying wooden bench along the wall. They made us get down on all fours with our elbows and chin resting on the bench and butts in the air. I felt someone working his cock in my hole so I widened my legs to help him get in my hole. I didn't think I could handle any more pain and at that point I could have cared less if someone fucked me.

The four of us lay there grunting and moaning as they played hide the salami. After a while they started switching back and forth between vaginal and anal. That went on until each of the twelve had blown several loads.

There was another brief session under the shower but without the brushes. They handed us towels then bundled us into warm terrycloth robes and gave us some water to drink. After that they lead us to another room where there was a doctor and nurse waiting.

"Keep absolutely silent," ordered the doctor as soon as we arrived. "If you speak, the Sheik's men will take you back to the wheel and leave you there until you are dead."

That shut down any possibility of conversation. It was a standard medical exam. The nurse took our blood pressure. The doctor examined us one by one. We had to submit to a gynecological exam but it was pretty much what you would get from an ordinary physician. Several times I started to say something only to recall that I did not want to suffocate in shit.

"These shots will keep you from getting infected," said the doctor. He gave us three injections in our butt. He examined our whip cuts choosing to seal some of the worst with the same kind of liquid stitches we use in the hospital.

"You have a lot of cuts and abrasions but nothing that won't heal in a couple of days. Then they can start torturing you again," said the Doctor with a smile as he and the nurse left.

"At least we won't die of infections, " said Marcy when we were alone.

We four sat quietly for a while too tired to converse. At some point the door opened and the Sheik accompanied by Cory Lewis stroke in. Two of the goons came with them to keep us under control. We four had stood up when the door opened.

"Cory, what the hell is going on?" I burst out.

One of the goons stepped forward and backhanded me so hard I went flying into the wall. I hit my head and almost lost consciousness. I slumped down unable to stand. The goons grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to standing. Marcy put her arm around me to hold me upright.

"Do not speak unless spoken to," said the Sheik. "Take off the robes."

We removed the robes and stood there naked as Cory walked around us in a circle.

"They seem to have come through the wheel all right," said Cory.

"The doctor says they will be recovered enough for the next phase in two days," said the Sheik.

"You had better rest up ladies. The easy part is over," said Cory.

At that point, Cory and the Sheik departed. The goons took us a larger cell that had four twin beds. There was a pot of soup. We sat quietly as we each had a bowl. Too tired and hurting to even talk, we climbed in bed and went sound asleep.