Abu Ghraib Revised

Chapter 15 – Golden Stairway

 

     “This is so fucking cool,” said Nadia staring at her image in the mirror.  She batted her false eyelashes as she leaned close to her mirror.  Nadia had never worn false eyelashes or lipstick.  Her father had grudgingly allowed only minimal makeup.  She particularly liked the look of her ruby red nipples.  Wynona has first stimulated them with her mouth then applied dark rouge.  Nadia only wished her girl friends could see her.  They would be so jealous at how hot she looked.

     “You look very sexy.  Stay still, I’m almost done,” said Lt. Wynona Roberts as she glided the razor over the recently trimmed labia. 

     “There’ll be eight of us?” asked Nadia glancing around at activity all around her and taking another sip of water.

     “Yes, the cascade scaffolding is built for eight.  It’s called the Golden Stairway.  It’s a combination of performance art and scientific experiment.  It’s Major Trevor’s idea.  She’s a genius.  You’ll see,” said the Lieutenant as she wiped off the excess lather with a warm towel then she reached for a bottle of lotion.  “Almost done.”

     “I’ve never been shaved before,” said Nadia bending her head to admire the newly bare flesh.

     “The Major insists every female Iraqi have their pussy and armpits shaved.  She believes it demonstrates how democracy works and what it means to live in a free society.  Plus it makes it more enjoyable to give and receive oral sex.”

     “Please eat my pussy again.  I love the way it feels,” said Nadia reaching down to finger her clit.

     “I will in a minute.  Giving women the right to shave their body is liberating.  Of course, not all prisoners agree but the Major doesn’t take No for an answer,” said the Lieutenant slowly massaging the lavender scented oil into Nadia’s now bare vulva.

     The Lieutenant felt heat in her core as she recalled the almost daily scene in which female prisoners who refused to be shaved were subjected to an attitude changing regimen that began with their breasts being captured in a pneumatically controlled tit press developed by a Canadian firm for Saddam Hussein.  Major Trevor had immediately understood the purpose of the complicated looking apparatus and had it restored to working condition.

      The reluctant female, intent of remaining hirsute and ignorant, unwilling to enjoy the fruits of freedom, was placed on her back with her wrists and ankles bound to the corners of the table.  The device was situated on her chest and suction applied to draw the breasts into long pointed cones, a hideously painful phase that often resulted in the female begging to be shaved.

     Their piteous cries for mercy caused Wynona’s Bartholin glands to spring into action and secrete enough lubricant to coat her sex, preparing it for the next phase.

    The powerful vacuum pulled the prisoner’s nipples into a copper lined tube, stretching the flesh to a length one would assume impossible.  This phase had long term repercussions since the nipple never returned to its former shape.  The phrase, Abu Ghraib nipples, joined the local vocabulary to describe teats of prodigious length.

     If the prisoner still refused to join modern womanhood, a timer was set to a minimum of five minutes during which the breast tissue was subjected to alternate bursts of intense heat and high voltage.  When the delicious smell of burning flesh filled the room, Wynona and the other officers supervising the re-education would often drop their trousers and masturbate to the screams of the foolish.

    Thus far, only one female, who, it was later learned was severely retarded, had managed to refuse the Major’s kind offer of sexual liberation.  Major Trevor had concluded the girl’s refusal was genetic and therefore not to be endured.  She had personally garroted the imbecile with a length of razor wire.

     Nadia stirred causing Wynona to bring her focus back to the now bare folds of delightful sixteen year old flesh slowly moistening under her expert fingers.     

     “You’ll make me come again,” said Nadia closing her eyes and relaxing back in the chair.  “I’ve drunk two litters.  Do I have to drink the third?  I’m feeling full.”

     “Yes, sweetheart, the Major requires all three liters.  We don’t want you to become dehydrated,” said Wynona.

     “All right, three it is but I’ll have a round belly and have to tinkle,” said Nadia looking down at her already swollen abdomen as she unscrewed the cap on the third bottle.

      “Good girl,” said Wynona knowing all the while, the water was laced with a powerful diuretic which would take effect in thirty minutes.  The thought that Nadia would be pissing like a public fountain in half an hour brought a smile to the Lieutenant’s face.  One of the fun things to do at Abu Ghraib was to force a group of prisoners to consume several litters of water containing the drug then pack them naked in a confined space and watch them piss on each other.  Of course, they were left overnight to enjoy the smell.

     “There, I’m finished.  Do I get a reward?” said Nadia spreading her legs wider to indicate her desires.

     “We’ve got a few minutes.  Just close your eyes and relax.  You have a beautiful pussy, like a Hollywood movie star,” said the Lieutenant as she leaned forward to kiss Nadia’s opening.  The tip of her tongue flicked rapidly over the engorged clit then plunged down to circle the vaginal opening.

     “Oh, that feels so good,” said Nadia amazed she was able to ignore the activity around her.  Each of the other seven Iraqi girls was being similarly administered to by an American female officer.  They had been told they would be staring in a very special piece of performance art directed by Major Trevor.  Wynona had emphasized what an honor it was for Nadia to participate in such a ground breaking endeavor.

    Nadia’s sighs and low moans caused Wynona to recall other happy memories.

     “We used to have shaving parties in my dorm at college.  We’d all kick in for a couple bottles of wine.  Someone would light up a joint and pass it around.  Of course, after everyone had their beaver shaved, the dykes and the femmes would go at it until we couldn’t come anymore.  Everyone got fisted at least once.  Then we’d all fell asleep together,” said Wynona before leaning down to lick the Nadia’s rosebud.

     “Sounds incredible, I want to go to college in America and learn to eat pussy in the girl’s dorm,” said Nadia.  “And I want you to fist me.” The two capsules, Wynona proved, had relaxed her to the point she felt she had no will of her own.  Nadia settled back in her chair to enjoy the warmth of Wynona’s mouth.

     It wasn’t long before she climaxed and fell asleep.  Ten minutes later, Wynona whispered, “Showtime, precious,” in her ear waking her.

    “Is everything ready,” asked Nadia looking at the enormous scaffolding on the other side of the warehouse.  It almost reached the high ceiling.  

    “You’re number six,” said Wynona.  “So you’ll be two from the bottom and five from the top.  It’s a great spot.”

    “What’s going to happen?” asked Nadia dreamily as they walked toward the scaffolding that resembled a giant staircase with eight stairs.  When Nadia drew closer, she was able to count the eight platforms. 

    “This may be the most exciting event in your life.  Major Trevor, using experimental equipment developed by an MIT spin off called Sapphic Technology is filming what may be the ultimate in female pleasure.  It’s really an honor you’re getting to participate,” said Wynona.

     “How high is it?” asked Nadia.

     “Thirty two feet, each tier rises four feet.  Don’t worry. I’ll be with you every second,” said Wynona.

     Wynona and Nadia climbed the narrow steps to the third tier then stepped off onto the landing, brightly painted with the number six.

     “What’s that?” asked Nadia pointing to the odd looking chair bolted to the landing.

     “The working name is ‘All-In-One’, Version 3.0.  This device once it reaches the marketplace makes sex with men not only obsolete but inferior,” said Wynona.

      “How does it work?” asked Nadia

      “Its computer controlled and quite sophisticated.  I’ll show you, pet.  Take a seat and scoot to the back,” said Wynona.

      “Like this?” asked Nadia sitting down allowing her back to rest against the back rest.

      “Perfect,” said Wynona using the mouse to command the PC to open the All-In-One program. Once the program launched, she clicked the Power On button.

      Nadia felt a slight hum from the chair seat.

      “Comfortable?” asked Wynona.

      “Yes, its fine,” said Nadia totally overwhelmed with American technology.  She’d managed, at some risk, to acquire a cheaply-made dildo/vibrator manufactured in China.  No wonder the Americans beat the shit out of Saddam’s army decided Nadia.  They are so advanced.

      “Rest your arms on the chair arms and place your feet on the floor.  I need to lock you in,” said Wynona clicking the on screen button to close the restraining arms.

      Nadia almost panicked when she felt mechanical arms wrap around her waist and contract.  But almost immediately, the restraint relaxed to a comfortable level.  Coils circled her wrists and ankles immobilizing her.  She was held firmly in place.  Nadia found the sensation of being bound and totally at Wynona’s mercy, exciting.

      “The restraints are self adjusting to hold you without being uncomfortable,” said Wynona.  “Everything was designed with safety and comfort utmost in mind.”

      “What’s that moving under my butt?” asked Nadia feeling the bottom of the seat rise.

      “That’s the Lambert Interactive Anal Probe.  Just take a deep breath and relax while it senses your sphincter.  Simone Lambert invented the probe her senior year at Berkley,” said Wynona.  “The sensory logic is a trade secret until she is granted a patent.”

     “It’s inside my ass,” said Nadia her excitement growing as she felt the tip center on her sphincter then gently press inside.

     Wynona watched the screen as the camera and light source embedded in the head of the anal probe illuminated the interior of Nadia’s rectum.  The Lieutenant smiled as she thought about tonight’s party and how her hand would be following the same path as the probe. 

     “Isn’t it amazing how it finds the anus and slowly and painlessly enters your rectum?  It’s totally automated.  There is nothing like it on the market,” said Wynona.  “Normally, you need a friend with long slender arms for deep anal penetration but this works hands free.

      “It feels good.  Do you like to be taken anally, Wynona?” asked Nadia.

      “Yes, as long as it’s done right.  Guys like to rip your asshole and make you scream.  They’re such bastards.”

      “My mother once told me that my father screwed her bottom and sometimes it hurt so bad she had to stick her fist in her mouth to keep from screaming,” said Nadia looking down on the top of the Number Seven girl’s head on the tier below who was experiencing her first act of anal penetration.  Soft moans sounded from each of the eight levels as they sensed the deep intrusion into their bowels.

      “Anal intercourse takes practice to enjoy.  You’ll learn to love it,” said Wynona feeling flushed by the video of Nadia’s bowels.  Wynona often fantasized her tongue was two feet long and able to deeply invade a female’s cavities.

     “I want you to train me to like it.  A boy’s cock would hurt,” said Nadia.      

     “My roommate in college went to a fraternity party with this guy she thought she was in love with.  He slipped drugs in her drink.  After she passed out, he and his buddies fucked her in the ass then gave her a two quart piss enema.  They left her lying face down in a pile of piss and shit.  The bastard videoed the entire thing and put it out on a WEB site for everyone to see.  She was so embarrassed.”

      “That sounds like something Saddam’s sons would do to a girl who displeased them,” said Nadia.  “I was told a girl who refused Uday was forced to eat a bucket of her own shit while her family watched.  I can feel it way up inside me.”  

      “Just relax as it follows your gut,” said Wynona commanding the probe to seek its maximum level of penetration.

      “This feels heavenly,” said Nadia sensing the probe’s movement as it traveled deep into her large intestine.

      “Perfectly safe and the best ass fuck on the planet when it’s activated,” said Wynona.

      “Feels weird but so nice,” said Nadia as the flexible probe followed the loops in her colon.

      “Done, it’s four point five feet inside you,” said Wynona reading the screen counter when the probe reached maximum depth.  “Now for that sweet little pussy of yours.”

     Once again, Nadia felt movement as the vaginal probe searched and found her vaginal opening then moved inward.   

     “Does this go in as far” asked Nadia.

     “No, silly, it stops when it reaches your cervix.  The genius of the Simpkins Vaginal Probe is that it is made of a material employing nanotechnology.  Nanobots released by the probe lock on to the pleasure receptors in your G-spot and follow the nerves leading up to your clit.  The Nanobots embed themselves in the dense nerve ganglia in the base of the clitoris.  The physical pleasure induced by the Nanobots may be the greatest ever experienced by a human being.”

     “This is amazing,” said Nadia was she felt the probe lock firmly onto her G-spot.

     “Look down at your clit” said Wynona.

     “Wow, it’s so big and red.  I’ll come if you touch it,” said Nadia.

     “Don’t worry. You’re about to have the most incredible orgasms ever experienced by a female human,” said Wynona choosing not to add, “And if the damn thing works this time, you will live through it.”

     “Now for the best part,” said Wynona tearing open the sterile packaging for the Foley catheter.

     “What’s that?” asked Nadia watching intently as Wynona knelt down between her legs.

     “It’s a catheter.  It slips inside your urethra like so,” said Wynona as she inserted the plastic tube in Nadia’s piss hole.  By combining gentle pressure with twirls, the well practiced Wynona quickly sunk the catheter in Nadia’s bladder.

     “What’s that for?” asked Nadia.

     “You don’t want to pee on the floor and make a mess, do you?” asked Wynona as she watched the clear tube fill with Nadia’s urine.  The stream quickly reached the tiny closed valve and stopped.

     “No, I wouldn’t want that,” said Nadia watching as Wynona passed the long tube to the officer on the next level down.

     “Why did you hand it to her?” asked Nadia.

     “So it would drain properly,” said Wynona pulling a lever on the side of Nadia’s chair causing it to till slightly backward.  “Here, let me make you comfortable.”

     “Oh, the catheter thing feels funny,” said Nadia relaxing as she reclined.  A minute later, she felt movement behind her head then a wide restraining harness was placed over her face and head securing her in place.

     “All most done,” said Wynona.

     “I can’t move my head,” said Nadia.

     “Of course, darling Nadia, now open wide and bite down when I tell you,” said Wynona as she inserted the clear plastic mouth piece then tightened the harness to hold it firmly in place.

     Nadia told herself to relax even though she was forced to breathe through her nose.  She trusted Wynona.  Hadn’t the Lieutenant saved her from a brutal rape by those two enlisted men? 

    Nadia watched as Wynona connected a plastic tube from the level above to the center of the mouthpiece and locked it into position.  After Wynona carefully inspected all the restraints and once more checked to make sure the probes were properly positioned, she shouted, “Number Six Locked and Ready.”

     Nadia listened as the other levels announced their preparedness.  Unable to speak, she listened intently as Wynona explained the purpose of the mouthpiece, catheter, and connecting tube.

     “In just a minute, Nadia, I will open the valve in your catheter and your urine will flow down to Number Seven’s mouthpiece.  Number Five will open hers and her urine will flow to yours.  Just keep swallowing no matter what,” said Wynona.  “Understood?”

     Nadia nodded her agreement.

     “And what comes of out Number Eight’s bladder will be pumped up to the top of the Golden Cascade where Number One will swallow it down.  Inside of the first half hour, you will be swallowing your own urine mixed with the other seven girls.  It’s called a close loop system.  The Major calculates that by the end of the second hour you will have processed the entire twenty four litters of urine, several times over.  Isn’t that exciting?”

     Nadia nodded her head enthusiastically.  She now believed the arrest of her family by the Americans was a blessing from the Prophet.

     Wynona continued her lecture.  “The All-In-One’s probes will be activated on the Major’s command and you will spend the next two hours in a euphoric state few women have ever experienced.  Good luck and enjoy,” said Wynona.

     “Open the valve,” ordered Major Trevor through the public address system.  The Major was seated on a movable boom crane beside a camera person tasked to video the experiment.

     Moments later, Nadia’s mouth slowly filled with urine.  Having no other choice she began to swallow as Wynona set the probe power to quarter power.

     Nadia had tasted her own urine before and was familiar with the flavor.  She now understood each girl would cascade her urine down to the girl below.  As the urine passed, it would strengthen, becoming more concentrated.

      “Quarter power for the first thirty minutes, then increases by a quarter every thirty minutes until we’re at full power,” said the Major.

     Nadia groaned as she felt the anal probe begin to rhythmically move back and forth in her colon, causing the walls of her bowel to contract and expand.  The vaginal probe’s power was exploited by the Nanobots to excite the nerve receptors in the base of the clitoris.  The Nanobots raced up and down the nerve paths traveling from G-spot to clit and back at a frenzied pace.

     Anxious to please Wynona, Nadia found herself hungrily sucking on the mouthpiece to draw the warm urine into her mouth then gulp it down.  She squeezed her bladder to feed the unknown girl below. 

     She felt something like a lightening bolt move across the cortex of her brain as her neurotransmitters communicated her sensations to her central nervous systems.  Waves of pleasure pulsed up and down her spine. 

    Her sensory capability expanded exponentially.  Powerful surges passed from her clitoris to her spine then her brain where they were magnified then returned by the same path to her swollen red clit.

     Her labia and vaginal opening began to repeatedly open and close as the muscles reacted to the intense stimulation.  The volume of urine filling her mouth increased.  Nadia found herself totally focused on swallowing and emptying her bladder. 

     At the end of thirty minutes, the system went to half power.  Up and down the cascade, the abdomen of each girl contracted and expanded.  One minute, Nadia’s belly was swollen and round as a beach ball.  The next it was concave as her belly button sunk to reach her spine.

     Toward the end of the first hour, the urine became more concentrated and much warmer.  Its heat caused Nadia to sweat.  Each mouthful seemed stronger than the last.

     Sixty minutes from launch, the system went to three quarters power.  Nadia’s breasts began to slowly lift off her chest.  Her nipples began a rhythmic contraction and expansion.  Every few seconds, a powerful burst of energy was released from the very tip of the nipple.  It made a sharp popping sound as it entered the atmosphere.  A metallic sulfate mixed in the nipple rouge heightened the effect.  Nadia marveled at the sight of her nipples seemingly pulling her breasts skyward until a loud snap signaled the release of pent up energy.  Her breasts had never felt so stimulated.

     The final thirty minutes at full power provided the most intense sexual sensations ever experienced by a human female.  The concentrated urine felt like pure energy in Nadia’s mouth.  The anal probe stimulated her from her sphincter to deep inside her large intestine.  She could feel the presence of each of her vital organs.

     The power generated by the anal probe caused her liver and kidneys to work at a vastly accelerated rate.  Highly concentrated urine flowed in and out of her bladder.  Her small breasts strained toward the ceiling as a powerful electrical storm maintained its sway in her cerebral cortex. 

     “Shut down,” ordered Major Trevor upon reaching the end of the second hour.

     Wynona began the shut down sequence gradually lowering the power.

     “I’ve go to try this,” said Wynona noting the dark rich color of the liquid trapped in the catheter’s tubing.  Wynona inserted the tubing in her mouth and released the valve.  She took a long pull on the tube to fill her mouth then closed her eyes to allow her taste buds to savor the concentrate.  

     Wow thought Wynona that may be the finest girl urine ever produced.  The smell is intoxicating, like an expensive French perfume and the taste rich and multi-faceted, quite complex like a Grand Cru Bordeaux.  Mixing the urine of eight young girls under these conditions produces heretofore never available urine liquor.

     Wynona recalled how one of her friends had knowledge of urine liquor produced in medieval monasteries and convents.  An abbey located outside Paris was famous for a secretly distilled urine drink made from the flow of its novitiates.  Reserved for the nobility and the church hierarchy, it was said to be the favorite drink of the Borgia popes.  Unfortunately, most of the techniques had been lost

     “After you piss queens swallow your sample, thoroughly drain the rest in the yellow buckets,” ordered Major Trevor from her boom. 

     Wynona slowly swallowed enjoying the sensation as it passed down her throat into her stomach.   She next inserted the end of the tube in the bucket.

Following protocol, Wynona administered a shot of adrenalin to bring Nadia awake.

     “That was incredible,” said Nadia.  “How did I do?”

     “Fabulous, now squeeze your bladder dry.  The Major wants to capture as much urine as possible.

     “I really had to go,” said Nadia as her urine splashed noisily in the bucket.  Above and below her, similarly sounds filled the air.

     “Just relax and let it empty out.  Take your time.  There’s no hurry,” said Wynona wishing her mouth was in place of the bucket.

     “What’s the Major doing to do with it,” asked Nadia.

     “Part of it will be placed in molds to form Italian Ices for tonight’s party.  I think the rest is bottled and given to some of general officers.  The Major likes to stay on good terms with the higher ups.”