Abu Ghraib Revised

Chapter 8� � New Assignment

 

���� �I think Lt. Neely is going to fit right in.� You should have seen her sucking air through a severed cock,� said Major Trevor combing her hair.� Lt. Neely had left minutes before, limping slightly from the after effects of a deep double fisting.

���� �That�s a true test of a soldier.� When you can breathe through a dead enemy�s piss hole, you�re ready for combat,� said Captain Caldwell buttoning her blouse.

���� �We�ve got an important assignment arriving at 1400,� said Major Trevor.

���� �Shit, what�s happening?�

���� �Azul Parchai and family ran into a roadblock.� CentCom think he knows where his brother, Kamal, is,� said Major Trevor.

���� �Family sounds interesting.� What kind of family?�

���� �Wife and two teenage daughters.�

���� �And the Colonel is giving them to us,� asked Captain Caldwell fighting to control her excitement at the prospect of interrogating the teenagers?

���� �Yeah, he�s confident we can get results quickly,� said Major Trevor.

���� �The Colonel made the right decision, especially if young girls are involved,� said Captain Caldwell.

���� �So its up to us to get them to talk,� said Major Trevor.� �If we succeed, it will make the Colonel look good and General Wallace even better.�

���� �Speaking of our chain of command, I finished editing last night�s DVD of General Wallace and you.� Have you got time to review it?�

���� �As long as it�s quick,� said Major Trevor, glancing at her wristwatch.

���� �I would never have guessed General Herbert Walker was such a twisted bastard.� He seems so straight laced,� said the Captain opening her laptop computer.� While they waited for the system to complete its startup sequence, the Major walked over to her desk to use a desktop computer to inquire into the CentCom intelligence database.

���� �Azul is a medical doctor.� He�s forty-one.� His wife, Soraya, is one too, a gynecologist.� She studied in the United States at Massachusetts General. She�s thirty-eight by the way. Two girls, Nadia, sixteen and Safia, fourteen.�

���� �Request the Major let me have the youngest.� Young girls are the most fun,� said Captain Caldwell.

���� �All right, but be careful.� I may need them as leverage against mom and daddy.� And for that matter, the wife may know something.� She�s not your average Iraqi spouse, 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.

���� �Good idea, Darcy has been getting excellent results.� I dropped by this morning just as she was finishing up with the college girl Special Ops brought in yesterday.�

���� �And?�

���� �Cunt gave up a weapons cache in Fallujah.� She lasted a while.� Her baby making parts were in a bucket but she still had her clit,� said Major Trevor.� �Darcy and I used her to experiment with a new torture technique called bone scraping.� It was all the rage in the Lubyanka and the Soviets practiced it extensively in Afghanistan.� I�d never heard of it before.� You run a sharp instrument along the surface of a bone.� The KGB favored tracing an ice pick along the pubic bone.�

���� �Wow! Makes my pussy wet just thinking about it.� Was it effective?� asked Captain Caldwell.

���� �It appeared so.� Her screams were off the charts.� I told Darcy to do more research before we add it to our bag of tricks.� For now, she�s sticking with sexual mutilation.�

���� �Wonder what it feels like to lay there while our Doctor wantabe slowly cuts out all your female parts?� Between no anesthetic and being able to watch, I�m surprised they don�t wind up in the loony bin.�

���� �Not fun, I watched her once. It was a teenager from Takrit. She was barely fifteen and pretty, had those wide hips made for spitting out little Mohammeds.� The Captain cut out each ovary and laid them on her tits.� Next she took out her uterus.� The girl started screaming the name of every terrorist she knew.� The Captain�s one hell of a sadist but an excellent interrogator.�

���� �Several of your officers have prevailed on the Captain to recreate their hymen,� said Captain Caldwell.�

���� �No way, you�re bullshitting me,� said Major Trevor.� �Although it�s a common enough operation in this shit box of a country.� Why the hell did they do that?�

���� �According to Lieutenant Morrison, she was too drunk to remember her deflowerment.� Her prom date fed her rum and coke till she passed out then took her cherry.� So she wants to experience the real thing,� said Captain Caldwell.� �Captain Darcy put a thick cap on her hole so whoever does it is going to have a sore dick.� The Lieutenant is planning some sort of performance art at our next party. �

���� �Sounds very creative.� My deflowering was a wonderful experience.� Family and friends surrounded me.� There was music, food, and gifts.� Dad went first then my uncles.� Can you remember loosing yours,� asked Major Trevor?

���� �Yes, my parents went on vacation leaving me in the care of my older brother.� His two best buddies by chance also had little sisters.� They all came over the first night and we had a cherry busting party.� Each boy took his sister�s hymen, and then did the other boy�s sisters.� I took three cocks the first hour.� I was sore as shit the next day.�

���� �That must have been fun,� said Major Trevor.

���� �I also learned it was far hotter to eat pussy than have a dick squirting pecker snot down your throat.� After the boys took our cherries, they made us go down on each other.� I lost my virginity and ate my first pussy the same night,� said Captain Caldwell.����

���� �Childhood is such a challenging time for a girl.� A hysterectomy without any anesthetic should be just the thing to make Dr. Soraya Parchai tells us all she knows,� said Major Trevor.

���� �I�ll make a point of observing Captain Darcy interrogate a prisoner.� What usually happens?� asked Captain Caldwell.

���� �I�ve only observed that one case from start to finish.� Sergeant Sanders started off by shaving her bush.� You know how these Arab girls value cunt hair.� She got hysterical when she realized what they were doing,� said the Major.

���� �Thank God, the US Army is going to bring these people into the twenty first century. It�s amazing how backward the women are,� said Captain Caldwell.

���� �When she was bare as a baby�s butt, we felt her up and sucked her nipples until they were an inch long.� Sergeant Sanders went down on her to really humiliate and shame the little bitch.� She still had her hymen so the Captain opened her up with a speculum and removed it in one piece.� She went nuts when Darcy stuck it in her mouth and made her eat it,� said Major Trevor.

���� �Eating your own hymen, that sounds hot.� Iraqi girl without a cap is a worthless whore to her family,� said Captain Caldwell.� �Nobody will marry her.�

����� �Then the operation begins.� Darcy made an incision from her navel to the top of her clit.� She peeled back the flaps and clamped her open.�� You could look inside and see all her plumbing just like in a textbook.� The kid was screaming so loud I wanted to gag her but that would defeat out purpose.�

���� �They performed surgery without anesthesia until the 1900s,� said Captain Caldwell.

���� �And many died of shock or infection.� Next, Darcy went in with the scalpel and presto; she held up her severed left ovary with the fallopian tube dangling and dropped it on the girl�s chest.� That has to be a sobering moment seeing your reproductive organs lying on your tits, realizing you will never be a mother.� Your cunt�s only good for fucking.�� Then she informed her she still had one egg factory left and if she talked, she could keep it,� said Major Trevor.

���� �What did the girl do,� asked Captain Caldwell?

���� �Didn�t talk.� She was a tough one.� So Darcy cut out the other ovary and announced her baby making was 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 Major Trevor.

���� �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.� People are fucking savages,� said Captain Caldwell.

���� �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 uterus that by the way is a little bitty thing.� It must expand like all hell when you get pregnant.� She does it like show and tell.�

���� �You�re kidding. What does she say?�

���� �Her Arabic is fluent so it works like a charm.� This is your uterus or as it is more commonly called, the womb.� This is where the umbilical cord connects to the placenta 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?�

���� �Castration time, Darcy slices off her labia leaving her with no hole cover; then she excises the clit right down to the root.� She removes the nerve ending connecting to your G-spot.� You are completely neutered.�

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

���� �Once, but 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 a hysterectomy.� My mother�s had one and so has my aunt,� said Captain Caldwell.

���� �When it�s my turn, I�ll demand anesthesia and the doctor won�t be named Darcy,� said Major Trevor. �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 and implant a pair of fake boobs.� She found a primer on sex change and wants to give it a try.�

���� �Ooh, now that sounds interesting. Maybe she should do organ transplants, too.�

���� �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 have one of the prisoners knock him up.�

���� �Knock her up,� corrected Major Trevor.� �Darcy could become the Doctor Mengele of Abu Ghraib.�

���� �Still a guy with ovaries, womb, the whole kit and baby-making caboodle,� said Captain Caldwell laughing.� �That could win Darcy the Nobel prize in medicine.�

����� �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 Captain Caldwell turning the laptop screen toward the Major.

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

���� �What are you wearing?� asked Captain Caldwell.� �It looks retro.�

���� �It is.� That is the World War II dress uniform of a member of Women�s Royal Naval Service.� They were called WRENs,� said Major Trevor.

���� �The British version of women in the Royal Navy?� asked Captain Caldwell.

���� �Correct, the General�s grandmother was a WREN, assigned to the General�s grandfather as a driver during the Second World War.� Grandfather knocked her up right before D-day and had to marry her,� said Major Trevor.

���� �None of us would be here if men in those days weren�t forced to marry women they got pregnant.� It happened to my grandmother too.� Granddaddy was her boss at the bank where she worked.� She tricked him into getting her pregnant and became a missus.� But why does General Wallace have a grandmother hang up?�

���� �He was raised by his grandparents.� Mother and Father apparently dumped him on them and took off.� It took several hours of intense conversation between fucks before he told me about it,� said Major Trevor.

���� �Your interrogation skills are amazing,� said Captain Caldwell.

���� �Men find it easy to talk to their whores.� He makes a half decent female,� said Major Trevor.

���� �I�d fuck him if I didn�t know there was a cock under that skirt.� Grandmother molested him?� said Captain Caldwell.

� ����Along with Grandfather after they dressed him up as a WREN. Grandmother was a talented seamstress.�� He tearfully admitted to enjoying being sodomised by the old buggier,� said Major Trevor.

���� �Where did you get the uniforms?� asked Captain Caldwell.

���� �Iraqi tailor ran them up for me.� I gave him some pictures I got off the Internet and he did the rest.� The skirts are shorter than regulation,� said Major Trevor.

���� �General Wallace has nice legs,� said Captain Caldwell watching the Major and the General making out on the screen.�� The Major�s hand was up the General�s skirt, masturbating him.

���� �He�s a good kisser and well equipped.� I�ve fucked worse general officers,� said Major Trevor.

���� �You went to a lot of trouble,� said Captain Caldwell.�

���� �A good officer goes the extra mile.� Anybody can spread their legs for a general but getting inside their heads and appealing to their deepest darkest desires is what makes them really appreciate you,� said Major Trevor.

����� �I see what you mean.� You�re way more than another fuck to the General.� You�re the one who helped him reenact a seminal moment in his upbringing,� said Captain Caldwell.

����� �Exactly, imagine how it was for a young boy with overactive male hormones to be dressed up as a female soldier.� According to the General, grandmother went to great lengths to feminize him.� She began by shaving off his pubic hair.� His reward was his first hand job,� said Major Trevor.

����� �Just like you did to the General last week,� said Captain Caldwell.

����� �Yes, we took it slow, acting out the steps by which Grandmother Cecilia brought him to the point that he was her sex slave, willing to obey her every command.� Next, we changed into the regulation undies required for WRENS.� He adored the dress up part,� said Major Trevor.

���� �You reminded me of a couple of junior high girls trying on your Mom�s sexy lingerie,� said Captain Caldwell watching the screen.

���� �Playing dress kept his cock hard for hours.�

���� �I love the lingerie of that period.� It�s so feminine,� said Captain Caldwell observing the on screen Major lifting the General skirt to reveal a full slip and hose attached by garters to a girdle.

���� �Not very comfortable, however.� In those days, women wore girdles to keep their buttocks from moving as they walked.� Having your cheeks flopping about made you a whore,� said Major Trevor.

���� �Weren�t the WRENS whores in military disguise,� asked Captain Caldwell?

���� �Yes and no, the WREN concept was to free men for the fleet while women served in non combat roles as clerks, drivers, and even mechanics.� In practice, upper echelons of the Royal Navy used them as whores when they weren�t on duty.� President Eisenhower almost left his wife to marry one,� said Major Trevor.

��� ��I didn�t know that,� said Captain Caldwell.

���� �Her name was Kay Summersby and she was his chauffeur.� Ike once told General Marshall that Kay gave the most incredible blowjobs he had ever experienced.� Apparently, she had lone delicate fingers that stroked his prostate as she sucked his cock.� Ike�s cock being something his wife�s lips had never touched,� said Major Trevor.

���� �Someday, I would like to write a history of how whores and camp followers have influenced the military down through the course of history.� Great battles were lost and won based on who was getting laid,� said Captain Caldwell.

���� �Sounds like an interesting topic, perhaps a best seller.� Once Cecilia had little Gerald fully feminized as a WREN, the next step was for Grandfather Raymond to impale his sweet little tush.� According to Gerald, it was a setup.� Raymond pretended to have found the two of them playing dress up and proceeded to punish his little boy whore with a brutal cornholing,� said Major Trevor observing the small screen image of herself positioning an enormous strapon dildo at the General�s rosebud.

���� �I doubt Grandfather Raymond was as well hung as you with that strapon.� Where did you acquire that monster?� asked Captain Caldwell.

���� �A store in Hamburg sells them.� The General�s imagination has inflated the size of his Grandfather�s prick over the years.� However, it was important it hurt as much as he remembered it,� said Major Trevor.

����� �Based on the way his eyes bugged out when you forced it past his sphincter, I�d say you more than exceeded,� said Captain Caldwell.

����� �Turn up the sound, I love the way he cries,� said Major Trevor.

����� �Sounds just like a thirteen year old boy being buggered for the first time.� Those are real tears too,� said Captain Caldwell.

���� �After Grandfather had filled his ass with spunk, his reward was intercourse with Grandmother,� said Major Trevor observing her onscreen performance in the sixty-nine position.�����

���� �I don�t see how you do that, yuck.� Eating a man�s nasty butthole would make me puke,� said Captain Caldwell.

���� �One of his fondest childhood memories is when Grandmother rimmed his ass till it was sloppy and then stuck her tongue inside.� I don�t understand your problem.� You just sucked on Lt. Neely�s rosebud like it was her nipple.� What�s the difference?� An asshole is an asshole,� said Major Trevor.� �I can get off rimming a man�s big hairy ass especially when it�s already open from a dildo fucking.�

���� �You�re bi and I am lesbian.� Men are filthy pigs with shit covered butt holes.� That�s the difference.� The strapon did open him up,� said Captain Caldwell watching intently as the Major�s tongue explored the dark hole.

���� �A little man shit never hurt anyone.� The General gives excellent head by the way.� He got me off.� That�s no fake,� said Major Trevor as her on screen persona writhed in an orgasm.

���� �Why did he want to come on your face instead of your mouth or vagina,� asked Captain Caldwell?

���� �Visual reasons, Grandfather liked to watch him shoot his spunk all over Grandmother�s kisser.� Then smear it around with his cockhead just like he�s doing there.� Taking a face full was considered romantic when I was in college,� said Major Trevor.

���� �He packs a good load,� said Captain Caldwell.

���� �Yes, I would rate it on the heavy side,� said Major Trevor fast-forwarding the video player to later in the evening when the General and she were engaged in anal intercourse.�

���� �The Colonel has a big cock. Did it hurt?� said Captain Caldwell looking at the screen. The Major was crouched over the General.�� Her hand was on his penis guiding it into her anus as she lowered her body. His fingers were stretching out her nipples flattening them between his thumb and forefingers.

���� �Actually, it felt pretty good, but not as good as your fist,� said Major Trevor.� �What put you off men, Captain?�

���� �Every man I got involved with growing up screwed me over.� After my asshole brother and his buddies broke me in, there was Bobby Elkins, my first love,� said Captain Caldwell.� �He really did a number on my head.�

���� �Tell me what happened?�

���� �After he screwed me in the back seat of his family�s station wagon a few times, he gave me to the other members of my high school football team after he got me high and drunk.�

���� �What brought forth this act of generosity?�

���� �He wanted to gain over two hundred yards in the big game against Providence. He was the star half back of the team. He promised his teammates 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.� Hell, even the water boy dumped his load in my ass.� My reputation was ruined.�

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

���� �My mother heard about it at her hair stylists. She called me a whore.� After my daddy heard about it down at the fire station, he started coming into my room at night for a piece of tail.� He figured I was already a slut so what was the problem.�

����� �You assumed the proud title of town pump.� I was a whore at a young age but my parents were proud of my accomplishments.� They were very supportive.� That makes a huge difference.�

����� �Bobby dumped me after that.� His parents didn�t want him dating someone with my reputation. I can�t believe he wanted you to fuck his ass with that strapon again,� said Captain Caldwell pointing toward the screen. The monitor displayed the Major covered in sweat, slamming the faux cock deep in the General�s bowels as she applied a ridding crop to his flanks.

���� �I�ve never met a man who didn�t love strap on action.� Lube them up and plow their little hinnies.� They squeal like a pig baby when you drive that fake dick up their shitter.�

���� �Listen to the pathetic whining sound he makes,� 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 Major Trevor.

���� �He�s pathetic.� But you can tell he loves being pronged, the fucking queer.�

���� �So after Bobby announced your whoring ass wasn�t good enough for the Elkins, what happened,� asked Major Trevor?

���� �I won a scholarship, went to college, and 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 again, it�s almost 1400 and, soldier, we got prisoners to torture,� said Major Trevor after ending the kiss.