Abu Ghraib Revised

Chapter 13 – Interrogation of Nadia

 

 

     “Just leave her for Christ sakes. I’ll take care of her,” Lt. Wynona Roberts said to the two soldiers who brought Nadia Parchai to Interrogation Room 5. Nadia had the frightened look you’d expect for a teenage Iraqi girl in the custody of two hulking American MPs one of whom was black.

     The Lieutenant quickly walked over to sign the form the sergeant had on his clipboard.  The sergeant tore one sheet off the multipart form, handed it to the Lieutenant, saluted and left.

     The girl was wearing jeans, tee shirt, Puma cross trainers and a headscarf.  The headscarf had been pulled to one side and was no longer tucked into her shirt.  Except for the scarf she looked pretty much like any teenager.  Lt. Roberts noted the girl’s jeans were tight and hugged her round buttocks.

     Shit thought the Lieutenant.  She does look juicy.  If the MP Sergeant hadn’t been under strict orders from the Major they would have made a little detour and little Nadia would have learned how it feels to have American dick in her young pussy.

     Lt. Roberts was twenty-three but looked much younger.  She was a small compact woman with neatly groomed black hair.  She specialized in interrogating Iraqi teenage girls.  She’d learned her trade in Afghanistan and was fluent in several dialects of Arabic.  She knew how to push all the right buttons on a young disaffected Muslim girl living in the female hostile world of Islam.  The Lieutenant also enjoyed the added benefit her job frequently involved having sex with the girls.  She had quite a collection of videos of what occurred in some of her more successful interrogations.  Two hidden cameras would record her interrogation of Nadia.

     “Paperwork, the Army loves its paperwork,” said Lt. Roberts pretending to carefully examine her copy of the form.

     “Where are my parents,” asked Nadia looking on the verge of tears?  She’d stoically endured a groping by the MPs but her courage had run out and she wanted to cry?

     “Here let me get you out of these,” said the Lieutenant putting the form aside and bending over to remove the Nadia’s ankle and wrist chains.  “You shouldn’t be restrained.  You’re not a threat to them.”

     “Thank you, Officer,” said Nadia rubbing her wrists.

     “Call me Wynona.  Have a seat. They feel you up on the way over?” said Lt. Roberts.

     “Yes,” said Nadia.  They felt my breasts.  They put their hands inside my brassiere and pinched my nipples so hard I wanted to scream.”

     “Bastards, they don’t grab a man by his penis when they bring him here but I don’t care if a female is five or seventy, they have to check out her tits and butt.”

     “They ran their hands all over me,” said Nadia recalling how the Sergeant had pushed his hand down the front of her jeans to grope her sex.  He had dug his fingers into her vagina then brought them to his nose and laughed at her smell.  She was certain she was going to be raped but they had eventually stopped.

     Just as the Major instructed them thought the Lieutenant.  “Feel her up and frighten her but don’t fuck her.  If you rape her, I’ll have you reassigned as traffic cops in Falluja.”  Those were the Major’s orders to the MPs.

     “Pretty young girl like you, I’m not surprised.  At least they didn’t rape you.  That’s been happening a lot around here.”

     “Where are my parents and my sister,” asked Nadia?

     “Sorry, like a lowly lieutenant would know.  That’s a question for the Major.  I’m just here to watch over you until they decide otherwise.  Soda? We got Coke, diet coke, Sierra Mist, Pepsi, Pepsi Lemon Twist, Mountain Dew,” said the Lieutenant looking in the small refrigerator.

     “Pepsi Lemon Twist, Lieutenant,” said Nadia deciding the Lieutenant was not so terrible.

     “Here,” said the Lieutenant handing the can of soda to Nadia before repeating, “I’m Lt. Wynona Roberts, call me Wynona.”

     “Nadia Parchai,” said Nadia breathing easier for the first time since they were stopped at the checkpoint.

     “Relax, I don’t bite. Cigarette?” said Lt. Roberts as she smiled reassuringly at the girl.

     “Sure,” said Nadia.  Nadia loved to smoke but her parents were doctors and very opposed to smoking and to everything else she considered fun.

     Wynona slid the hard pack of Winston and a lighter over to Nadia.

     “So what’s it like to be a teenage girl in Baghdad?”

     “It sucks,” said Nadia taking a cigarette out of the pack and lighting it. She took a deep inhale and blew out a large cloud of smoke working hard to look sophisticated and grown up.

     “Not the greatest, huh?  I’ve heard Iraqi fathers go crazy if one of their daughters even talks to a boy,” said the Lieutenant.

     “My friend, Alisha, was caught speaking to a neighborhood boy.  They were just talking about school.  Her father and uncle beat her like she was a dog.  She had to go to a hospital. They knocked out some of her teeth and broke her arm.”

     “You’re shitting me.   I’d heard these stories but didn’t believe they were true.  Knocked her teeth out for just talking to a boy.  Wow, if that was the way it was in the good old USA, I’d be toothless.  I did a lot more than just talking,” said the Lieutenant who had developed a preference for her own sex while in high school.   Her experience with men was limited to a few early encounters in high school and being raped by her stepfather and brother.

     “It is very difficult to be a young Arab girl,” said Nadia blowing out a cloud of smoke.

     “You got a boyfriend,” asked Lieutenant Roberts?

     “Rashad, he’s not really a boyfriend. We just see each other when we get a chance.  We email one another.”

     “Is he a good kisser?  Oh hell, forget I asked.  I’m being nosy.   This war is driving me nuts.  I wish I was back in the states partying with my unit.”

     “Rashad and I kiss but it is very dangerous for us,’ said Nadia.

     “Can’t imagine what it’s like for you.  Iraq should loosen up and give women some rights.  I bet the rules are different for men.”

     “If a man rapes a woman they punish the woman but the man goes free,” said Nadia.  “She is considered a whore and an adulterous, who had shamed her family.  It’s very unfair.”

     “You got any sisters or brothers,” asked the Lieutenant?

     “Only a sister, Safia, she’s three years younger.”

     “Do you and her get along?”

     “Not all the time, she’s very religious, always reading the Quran and quoting it to me,” said Nadia blowing out a large puff to express her displeasure.  “She calls me a whore and a tool of Satan.”

     “I had a younger sister just like that.  Her name was Cindy and butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth.”

     “What?”

     “American expression, I meant she could do no wrong as far as my parents were concerned.  I could do no right.  Little Cindy always did her schoolwork, went to church, cleaned her room and so on.  To put it crudely, her shit didn’t stink.”

     “Hah, that is Safia exactly.  My father is always comparing me to Safia. My father thinks Safia’s shit doesn’t stink.”

     “How do you get along with your Mom,” asked Lieutenant Roberts?

     “Mom’s okay.  My mother is a doctor like my father but she studied in America.  Still, in Iraq the man is everything so Mom must do as my father says,’” said Nadia.

     “Hey, we got some time to kill.  You won’t flip out on me if I light up a joint?” said Lt. Roberts as she pulled a neatly rolled joint out of her breast pocket.

     “No,” said Nadia looking surprised as the Lieutenant stood up and walked toward the back of the interrogation room where there was an air vent.  “Keeps the odor out of the hall,” said Lt. Roberts gesturing toward the air duct as she lit the neatly rolled hashish.

     “Oh this is good shit,” said Lt. Roberts inhaling deeply for a long hold then slowly exhaling the blue smoke.

     “First rate Turkish hash, the Kurds smuggle it in,” said the Lieutenant.

     “My father said he would kill us if he ever caught us with drugs,” said Nadia.

     “Well, your daddy isn’t here and I won’t tell him if you don’t.  Want a toke?”

     “I better not,” said Nadia.

     “Oh come on, it’ll relax you and help to pass the time,” said Lt. Roberts holding the joint toward Nadia.

     “Just one, I’ve never smoked hashish,” said Nadia standing up and joining the Lieutenant in front of the air vent.

     “Take a small puff, hold it for a few seconds then exhale slowly,” said Lt. Roberts.

     Nadia did as instructed, coughed slightly but managed to complete the act.

     “Good shit, huh?” said Lt. Roberts.

     “Yeah, great shit,” said Nadia.

     “Take another one, a couple of puffs won’t get you high,” said Lt. Roberts.

     “You American women have so much freedom.  I wish I could go live in America and join the army,” said Nadia passing the joint back to Lt. Roberts.

     “It’s not perfect.  I’m not saying it is; but you do get to see a lot of places.  When we’re back at our base in the states we party a lot.  I’ve only been in the army two years since I graduated from Arizona State but I’ve done some terrific things,” said Lt. Roberts passing the joint back to Nadia.

     “Tell me about them,” said Nadia taking a deep draw on the joint.

     “On the weekends, we go over to someone’s house off base, drink beer, smoke dope, and dance until the sun comes up.  If there’s someone you feel attracted to, you disappear into one of the bedrooms and get it on with them.”

     “You make love,” asked Nadia?

     “In every way you can imagine,” said Lt. Roberts slipping her arm around Nadia’s shoulders.

     “I would like to live like that,” said Nadia. “There is no freedom for women in the Arab world.  I told my mother I want to live in Europe or America.  We have relatives in Pittsburgh and Chicago.”

     “Well, come to the US and give it a try.  At Arizona State, I joined the ROTC and the Army helped pay for my college.  I had to agree to a four year hitch but frankly it’s been a blast.”

     “Impossible, my father would never allow it,” said Nadia.

     “You know you are a very beautiful young woman,” said Lt. Roberts putting her arm around Nadia’s neck and looking directly into her eyes.

     “I’m not pretty,” said Nadia.

     “Yes, you are.  You have beautiful eyes and I wish my hair was as curly as yours,” said Lt. Roberts pushing her hand through Nadia’s black hair.  “And you have lovely breasts.  Boys in America would love to get their hands on those.”

     “For a while I thought I would be flat chested but they really grew the last year,” said Nadia arching her back slightly to push out her breasts.

     “Hey, want to see my nipple rings?” said Lt. Roberts beginning to unbutton her fatigue shirt.

     “You are pierced, really. May I see?” asked Nadia excitedly.

     “Sure,” said the Lieutenant removing her shirt and turning around so her back was to Nadia. “Unhook me.”

     Nadia unhooked the Lieutenant’s brassiere.

     “Ta da!” said the Lieutenant as she turned around to display her boobs both of which had a gold ring piercing the nipple.

     “That is just so cool.  I would love to be pierced,” said Nadia taking another draw off the joint.

     Lt. Roberts could tell from the dilation of Nadia’s eyes she was getting high.

     “Show me yours.  You’ve seen mine,” said Lt. Roberts.

     Nadia hesitated only a second before she pulled her tee shirt over her head then turned around for the Lieutenant to unhook her bra.  When Nadia turned back around the Lieutenant took her in her arms and kissed her.

     “Let’s kiss and rub nipples,” said Lt. Roberts.

     “I’ve never done anything with a girl,” said Nadia.

     “It can be very sweet.  Here let me show you,” said Lt. Roberts leaning over to kiss Nadia’s breasts.  “I love your nipples. They are so beautiful. Would you like to kiss mine?”

     Nadia knew her parents would disown her if they learned she was having sex with another female but she decided she just did not give a shit as she lifted the Lieutenant’s breast to her lips.

     The Lieutenant moaned as Nadia leaned down and kissed her nipples toying with the metal rings.

     “Oh that’s nice. Here, let me show you my other body ornament,” said the Lieutenant unzipping her trousers.

     Nadia watched with dilated pupils as the Lieutenant pushed down her trousers and panty to reveal there was a small gold ring piercing the tissue immediately over her clitoris.

     “That is just so cool,” said Nadia looking intently at the gold ring.

     “It works too.  When you touch it, it causes your pussy to tingle.  Go ahead rub it,” said Lt. Roberts as she casually lit another joint and handed it to Nadia.

     Nadia took a long draw as she reached between Lt. Roberts’ legs and felt the ring.

     “Give it a little rub and I’ll purr like a cat,” said Lt. Roberts.

     Nadia placed her hand lightly against the Lieutenant’s sex.  Lt. Roberts put her hand on the back of Nadia’s and pressed it hard between her legs as she wrapped her other arm around Nadia’s neck and drew her in for a passionate kiss.  The Lieutenant deftly unsnapped the front of Nadia’s jeans and pushed the zipper down. She slipped her hand down the front of the now opened jeans and pressed her fingers into Nadia’s sex causing the young girl to moan.

     “You are so beautiful. I have to have you,” whispered the Lieutenant as she kissed the girl.  Nadia was breathing heavily as she responded to the Lieutenant’s embrace.

     “I shouldn’t be doing this,” responded Nadia in a tone indicating she did not intend to stop.

     “No one will ever know.  I promise,” said the Lieutenant slowly lowering her body to cover Nadia’s breasts with kisses them sinking to her knees before the girl’s sex.

     Nadia stood there trance like taking long draws of the hashish as the Lieutenant’s tongue parted her labia and found her clitoris.  The Lieutenant’s hands grasped her buttocks pulling her sex firmly against the Lieutenant’s mouth. In a matter of less than two minutes, Nadia experienced the best orgasm of her young life.  It was even better than the ones she had when imagining Rashad and she were making love.

     “Ah, that was wonderful.  Now I need to get off,” said the Lieutenant.  “Let’s get naked and use the couch.  I’ll lock the door.”

     I can always tell my parents the Americans forced me thought Nadia as she kicked off her cross trainers and stepped out of her jeans. Nadia picked up the joint from the ashtray and inhaled deeply.

     “We don’t want to be disturbed,” said Lt. Roberts as she locked the door.

     Stoned out of her mind and ready for some girl fucking thought Lt. Roberts as she smiled at Nadia who was standing naked across the room.

     “Come here, Nadia,” said the Lieutenant.  “I want to make love to you.”

 

***

 

     “This is getting me horny,” said Major Trevor unzipping her fatigues and slipping her hand inside her panty to rub her clit.  She and Captain Caldwell were watching Lt. Roberts and Nadia engaged in mutual oral sex through the two-way mirror. The sound of moans and sighs from the intercom filled the room.

     “Wynona is a fucking genius when it comes to seducing young girls.  I met someone who knew her at Arizona State.  She said Wynona used to hang out at places where high school kids went and pick up young femmes.  Once, she went over to Wynona’s apartment and found her in bed with a pair of eight graders.  She insisted she join them,” said Captain Caldwell.

     “I don’t know whether this kid knows shit about where her Uncle Kamal is but I have to complement Wynona for getting her panty’s off in less than twenty minutes.  Kids got a nice body,” said Major Trevor working her clit.

     “Wynona’s hitting the big O,” said Captain Caldwell listening to the loud moans and gasps as they watched the Lieutenant writhing back and forth on the couch.

     “Our young Arab girl of good family is a natural rug muncher,” said Major Trevor.  “They stone women to death they catch eating pussy.  Iraqis are no better than savages.”

     “And the Iraqi women are so sexually repressed that when you give them a chance they let it all go,” said Captain Caldwell.

     “Remember the girl who Special Ops brought in from Takrit.  They thought she might have a lead on Saddam himself.  Her father was an important Inman.  Kid had barely got her first period.  To soften her up, we turned her over to the MPs for a gang rape.  Little cunt loved it.  The Lieutenant said she looked disappointed when no one had any good wood left,” said Major Trevor.

     “Preacher’s kids are all the same.  In the states, you show me a minister with a teen-age daughter and I’ll show you a slut or at the least a slut wantabe,” said Captain Caldwell.

     “I hate to break up the Lieutenant’s party but we do have a job to do,” said Major Trevor taking a cell phone out of her pocket and punching a speed dial number.  The sound of a cell phone ringing in the next room came through the intercom.

     The Major and Captain watched as Wynona slowly untangled herself from Nadia and walked over to a chair to retrieve her phone from the pocket of her uniform.

     “Lt. Roberts speaking.”

     “I’d love to keep watching and jerking off but we got a job to do,” said Major Trevor.

     “Yes sir. I understand, Sir.”

     “She looks like a party girl,” said the Major.

     “Yes, she’s all that.”

     “The party’s at 1900 in Caldwell’s room,” said the Major.

     “1900 it is. Nadia’s cool, very cool, can she come?”

     “If she gives us Kamal, she can come and eat my pussy and I’ll eat hers,” said the Major.

     “I understand, Sir,’ said Lt. Roberts ending the cell call.

 

***

 

     “Nadia, that was my Major.  There’s a party in the officer’s quarters at 1900.  You’re invited if we can solve one problem,” said Lt. Roberts walking back to the couch and sitting down by Nadia. The Lieutenant put her arm around the girl and drew her head to shoulder.

     “I’d love to go to a party,” said Nadia.

     “It’ll just be female officers from my unit.”

     “I want to go,” said Nadia determinedly.

     “There’s one slight hitch. The Major needs to speak with your Uncle Kamal and he’s nowhere to be found.  If we can’t locate him, we can’t party.  And I’ll have to send you back to your cell with those MPs,” said Lt. Roberts.

     “Uncle Kamal is at his cousin’s house in Karbala,” said Nadia.

     “And what’s the cousin’s name?”

     “Muhammad Al-Kuuzaai, he has a pistachio business,” said Nadia.

 

***

   

     “Typical teenage sense of priorities, gave up her uncle to go to a party,” said Major Trevor into the cell phone. She had just listened to Lt. Roberts repeat what Nadia said.

     “Nadia’s excited about the party. She can’t wait to meet you all,” said Lt. Roberts.

     “Well, I hope she likes to get naked and rub donuts because that’s what she’s going to be doing,” said Major Trevor.

     “She’ll be up for it,” said Lt. Roberts.

     “So what are you going to do to kill time between now and 1900?”

     “I’ll find something,” said Lt. Roberts.

     “Enjoy,” said Major Trevor ending the call.

     “I’ve got to go report to the Colonel,” said Major Trevor standing up and pulling up her fatigues.

     “If the Major agrees, I’m going to stay here for a while and jerk off,” said Captain Caldwell.  The Captain’s fatigues were down around her combat boots.  Her panty was at her knees.  A vibrating dildo was humming as the Captain worked the latex column into her vagina.

     Through the two-way mirror she was watching the Lieutenant perform cunnilingus on Nadia.  Nadia was pulling and twisting her nipples as Wynona ate her pussy.

     “Save some pussy juice for later,” said the Major as she left.