Abu Ghraib Revised

Chapter 16 – Sand Blasting

 

 

     “Give her a Dirty Sanchez, Corporal,” said Major Trevor.  The Major was comfortably seated in front of the rape bench in Interrogation Room 3.  Corporal Dave Conway and Private Mario Ricardo were assisting her interrogation of a female prisoner.

   Her name was Fashia, a twenty two years old student at a local college.  She’d been arrested the day before by Coalition Forces in a raid on a bomb factory.  Unfortunately, the other bomb makers had been tipped off and fled.  Fashia arrived moments before the tactical team stormed the empty building.

     “Yes, Major,” said Corporal Conway withdrawing his shit-coated cock from her asshole then walking around to the front of the bench.  The Corporal used the girl’s hair to hold her head still.  He placed his cock in the space between her nose and upper lift and rubbed it back and forth leaving a thick smear of feces.

     Fashia groaned as the intense aroma of her shit filled her nostrils.  She made the mistake of licking her parched lips adding taste to the senses being assaulted.

     “Good one, hold her head up,” said the Major focusing the digital camera.  “We’ll post this on the WEB site under Shit Eating Baghdad Whores.  You give an awesome Dirty Sanchez, Corporal.  Fashia liked it so much; she’s eating her own shit like a dog.”

     Prior to arriving at Abu Ghraib the Corporal had never heard the term Dirty Sanchez.  His only similar experience was several years ago with Mary Lou Ellison, his date at the Senior Prom.  They had both gotten drunk on rum and coke.  When he got her to the room, she’d passed out cold, pissing him off. 

     He’d stripped her then fucked her in the ass for the first time.  She’d started moaning and whining about how much it hurt which was a powerful incentive for him to slam her butt all the harder.  He’d gotten a little carried away and when he pulled out; his cock was covered in blood, shit, and come.  He stuck his dick in her mouth and twisted her nipples till she started to suck it.  He could still get an erection by summoning the memory of Mary Lou, her mouth covered with excrement, sucking on his shit coated pecker, like her life depended on it.  From somewhere, he recalled one of his friends referring to the practice as, “making the bitch eat brown gravy.”  The next day Mary Ellison wasn’t too thrilled when she looked in the mirror.

     But the Dirty Sanchez was a favorite of the Major’s who frequently used it to humiliate both male and female prisoners.  The Corporal’s talent for placing a thick furrow right across the upper lip making a fair representation of a Mexican bandit meant the Major frequently used him in that role.  The Corporal wondered how difficult it would be to convince his wife in Dothan, Alabama to allow him to Sanchez her on special occasions like their anniversary.

     “Nice picture, Fashia, your parents are going to be so proud,” said Major Trevor showing the girl the display on the back of the camera.  “Now unless you want Mommy and Daddy to see how much you like your own shit, I suggest you tell me the names of the others.”

     “I will tell you nothing.  I don’t care what you do to me,” said Fashia determined not to reveal the information.  Still, the Americans had just started and the Major gave the appearance of someone who wasn’t in a hurry.

     At the bomb factory, Fashia had been handcuffed and loaded in the back of a Stryker ACV.  Several of the soldiers had run their hands over her.  One had started to unbutton her shirt but an officer had stopped them from raping her.

    “Leave her alone, men,” ordered the captain. “The Colonel wants her delivered intact to Major Trevor’s unit at Abu Ghraib.  They’ll make her talk.”

     She shuddered at the thought of the terrible place.  Rumors swirled through Baghdad about the interrogation methods used by the Americans.  It was said the American women soldiers were lesbians who relished torturing female prisoners.   

     It was nightfall when she reached the prison.  She was placed in a small unlighted cell and left alone.  She spent the night terrified of the rats she heard scurrying across the stone floor.  The occasional loud scream added to her disquiet.

     It was late afternoon when two MPs took her to the Interrogation Wing and handed her over to Corporal Conway and Private Ricardo.

     “Strip,” ordered the Corporal as soon as the MP’s left.

     “No,” said Fashia defiantly crossing her arms across her chest. 

     That’s the answer we like,” said the Private as he quickly stepped forward and slammed his fist into her abdomen.  Desperate to refill her lung and in terrible pain, Fashia would have fallen to the floor except the two soldiers grabbed her and began removing her clothes.

     The powerfully built men made quick work of the task.  In less than two minutes, she was completely naked.

     “Nice little boobies,” said the Private as he grabbed her nipple and gave it a painful pinch causing her to writhe in pain.

     “Too small for my taste,” said the Corporal as they dragged a screaming Fashia to the rape bench, a furnishing designed by one of Saddam Hussein’s loyal followers. 

    Fashia grunted as they slammed her down face first on the narrow table.  Cut outs allowed her breasts to hang down below the tabletop.  While the Corporal held her, the Private cuffed each wrist then adjusted the tension in the straps until her arms were stretched straight down to the floor.  Movement greater than a quarter inch was impossible.

     “Whoever designed this baby knew what he was doing,” said the Private as he adjusted the table length to where Fashia’s rear hung slightly off the end. 

     “They say Uday and Qusay themselves used to bring girls here.  I heard some moron invited that psycho Uday to his daughter’s wedding.  Uday took a liking to the bride and had his security kidnap her right before the ceremony began.  He brought her here and raped the shit out of her.  Then he put her back in her wedding dress and sent her back to the family with orders to finish the ceremony,” said the Corporal

      “What can you expect?  If my old man ruled the good old USA, the way his daddy did this shithole, I’d rape me a different virgin every day.  Maybe more than one,” said the Private as he tightened the ankle straps until Fashia’s legs were spread almost perpendicular to her body.  Fashia screamed as her tendons were stretched to almost the point of separating from her joints.

     “Please don’t rape me,” said Fashia.

     “If I know the Major, rape is one of the least unpleasant things that will happen to you today,” said the Private as he ran his hand between Fashia’s labia then inserted his finger in her vagina.

     “She still got her cherry?” asked the Corporal as he picked up an electric shears off a nearby table and plugged it in.

     “No, nice tight pussy, though,” said the Private working his finger back and forth.

     “Won’t be so tight when we’re done,” said the Corporal flipping the switch causing the room to fill with a loud buzzing sound.

     “What are you going to do?” asked Fashia.

     “Shave your snatch,” said the Corporal passing the shears over Fashia’s au natural pelt.  “The Major has a thing for bare pussies.   She thinks all Iraqi women are backwards because they don’t shave their cunts.”

    Fashia cried quietly as the Corporal applied the shears to her sex.  It took only a matter of minutes for her thick luxuriant growth to be reduced to stubble.  She watched as the Private filled a basin with warm water and removed a disposable razor from its packaging.  She realized shaving the women’s sex was just one more way the Americans were destroying Iraqi culture. 

     Having lost count of the number of women, he’d shaved since he came to Abu Ghraib; the Private completed the task quickly.  “All done,” said the Private as he leaned down to kiss Fashia’s bare sex.  It was a noisy wet kiss that ended with him playfully biting the lose folds of skin surrounding her opening.  He passed his tongue over the warm flesh working from her rosebud to her clit.

      That elicited a loud plaintive cry of humiliation from Fashia.  She had only had sex with one man, Tariq, a fellow student and the leader of the group who supplied munitions to the suicide bombers.  She had promised herself that no matter what she would never tell the Americans his name.

     “Better call the Major and tell her she’s ready,” said the Corporal picking up the radio.

     It was twenty minutes before the Major arrived to inspect the situation. “Nice work, Corporal.  She’s smooth as a baby’s butt,” said the Major as she ran her hand over the trembling girl’s sex, stopping to check her vagina for a hymen.  “Fashia, I don’t suppose you want to save us a lot of time and yourself considerable pain by talking.”

     “I will never tell you anything.  I don’t care what you do to me,” said Fashia determined to defy the American officer who everyone said was a monster.

     “Didn’t think so.  She looks too comfortable.  Clamp her nipples.  Use the vacuum first so you got some real tit flesh to bite into,” said the Major. 

     “Yes, Sir,” said Private Ricardo opening an equipment drawer to remove an apparatus consisting of two cupping sets attached to hand pumps.  He handed one set along with a tube of jell to the Corporal.

      Fashia had no idea what they were up to.  She watched as the soldiers applied a thin film of jell to the beveled glass cups.  She wailed in desperation as she felt them fit the cups over her tiny breasts and began to squeeze the handle of the suction pump.  She screamed as she felt her breasts being drawn deep into the glass cups.  It was agonizingly painful.

     “No reason to complain,” said the Major watching the cups fill with the deformed flesh.  “They’re taking you from a borderline A cup to a standard B.”

     The pain was so intense Fashia wanted to faint but couldn’t.  Minutes later she felt and heard the hiss of air as the pump valve was released.  He respite lasted only a few minutes before the soldiers allowed the jagged saw teeth of the clamps to snap shut on the base of her wildly stretched nipples.

     Fashia screamed as the pain overcame her self control.  Each breast was a fiery center of agony.

     “Put a couple of kilos on each one.  For the rest of her life, I want her to look in the mirror at her tits and remember this day,” said the Major aware that she would forever carry the stretch marks.

     Fashia screamed again as the weights were attached to the clamps and allowed to drop.

     Whimpers of pain escaped Fashia’s lips as she felt the clamps bite into her flesh stretching the tissue.  She feared that if the clamps were not removed soon, they would tear her nipples off.

     “Still not talking, Fashia?” asked the Major.

     Fashia remained silent in her world of excruciating pain.

     “I didn’t think so.  Maybe you’re protecting a lover.  I bet if he was here and it was his balls in those clamps, he’d give you up.  The guys always talk quickly when you threaten the family jewels.  Don’t be an idiot, Fashia.  Give me the names and you can go home.  Nobody will blame you,” said the Major.

     “No,” was all Fashia could manage in the face of the pain she was experiencing.

     “All right, have it your way.  Corporal, I have to leave for a half hour.  You and the Private rape the prisoner, just her cunt. Save her asshole for when I get back.  Film each other doing it,” said Major.

     “Yes, Sir,” said the Corporal as he reached down to unzip his trousers.

      The Major knelt down, bringing her face to within an inch of the girl’s before she spoke.  “Think about it, Fashia.  My men are going to rape you.  They’ll film it and I’ll give a copy to a local entrepreneur who’ll make it into a porn video that will be sold in every back alley market in Baghdad.  When this lover you’re protecting sees you taking a pair of nasty American dicks, he won’t have anything to do with you.  You know how Iraqi men are about women they consider damaged goods.  Hs family would never let him marry a slut who got herself screwed by the Americans. So I suggest you talk.”

     Fashia shook her head no.

     “See you in thirty, Corporal.  Enjoy,” said the Major before exiting the Interrogation Room.

     “What are you doing?” asked Fashia as the Corporal proceeded to write something on her forehead with a felt tip pen.

     “Writing your full name in Arabic on your face so there won’t be any doubt who is being raped.  The Major is a stickler for details,” said the Corporal.

     Fashia felt a hand on each hip as the Private positioned himself at the entrance to her vagina.  She felt him slap his cock down on her bare bottom several times.

     “Ready, Ricardo?” asked the Corporal focusing the digital video camera.

     “Hard as a rock,” said the Private exhibiting his fully erect cock to the camera.

     Fashia grunted as she felt the Private’s cock enter her.  She quickly realized his member was much larger than Tariq’s.  He had been so gentle with her, taking his time, entering her slowly only after he had used his mouth to prepare her.  But that was making love and this is rape realized Fashia as she felt the large blunt head push into her opening.

    “Take it, bitch,” said the Private as his fingers dug into her soft flesh and his muscular arms leveraged his manhood into her soft warm tunnel in a single violent act.

     Fashia reacted to the searing pain with a loud scream.  She twisted her body causing the weights on her breasts to swing back and forth adding to her misery.

    “Nice move,” said the Corporal looking through the viewfinder.  “I got a good shot of her eyes bugging out when you hit bottom.  It’s a classic.”

     Private Ricardo massaged Fashia’s clit as he raped her.  “Get your pussy nice and wet so it looks like you’re enjoying yourself,” said the Private as he began a steady rhythm.  The size of the Private’s cock make intercourse painful until Fashia’s glands betrayed her and her secretions reduced the friction.

     “She’s a grunter,” said the Corporal as he filmed the Private slamming his cock into Fashia.  The sound of flesh slapping into flesh filled the room.

     “What do you prefer, Dave, rape or consensual?” asked the Private as he hammered his cock into Fashia   

    “A good rape beats consensual any day in my book,” said the Corporal moving around the room to film from different angles.

    “I agree.  The only exception being that you can’t trust these Iraqi cunts to suck your cock.  You heard about Furman?” said the Private.

    “Yeah, stupid fuck, they sewed it back on but it looks like shit.  The doctors say it may or may not work again,” said the Corporal.  “He won’t know for months.”

    “I heard she swallowed it and they had to cut her open to get it,” said the Private.

    “Right, fortunately, Captain Darcy was close by.  She gutted the bitch then reached in and felt around until she came up with the tip of Furman’s pecker.  They put it on ice then medivaced him to Germany. 

    “I heard the girl lived,” said the Private.

    “Yeah, but I bet she wished she hadn’t.  The Major had Darcy sew her up.  Once she recovered, the Major made the female prisoners watch as she pulled out the girl’s teeth.  And she’d didn’t use Novocain, either.  Just reached with a pair of dental pliers and one by one pulled her chompers out.  Now, the bitch lives in the male prisoners cell block.  She sucks cock all day and most of the night.”

     “You got to admit, Major Trevor is one crazy bitch,” said the Private working his thumb into Fashia’s sphincter eliciting a loud cry of pain and humiliation.

     “A crazy war needs a crazy bitch,” said the Corporal philosophically.

     “Ready to blow, where do you want it?” asked the Private.

     “Her face, here, use the nose hook,” said the Corporal handing Private Ricardo the tool designed to fit in the nostrils to force the mouth open.

     “Open wide, the US Army got a treat for you,” said Private Ricardo as he placed the hooks in Fashia’s nostrils and pulled upward.

     Fashia had no choice but to open her mouth as wide as possible.  The metal hooks painfully distended her nostrils as the Private applied pressure.  The tip of the Private’s cock bumped her nose as he rapidly jerked his cock.  The initial spurt landed in her eye blinding her.  The next found its way to the back of her tongue.  Subsequent spurts left her face crisscrossed with lines of semen.

     “Excellent facial,” said the Corporal capturing the scene from several different angles.

     “First load of the day is the biggest.  Your turn,” said the Private wiping his cock with a tissue.

     The Major returned just as Corporal Conway was ejaculating in Fashia’s mouth.

     “Good work, Corporal.  Have you got good wood?  Fashia needs an ass pounding.

     “Yes, Sir, I’m ready to bust her anal cherry,” said the Corporal fisting his oversized cock.

     Sensing that Fashia was weakening, the Major moved closer ignoring the strong smell of shit coming from the girl’s mouth       

     “You’ll talk.  Everyone does eventually.  But I’m glad you hanging tough.  I like a challenge,” said the Major reaching down to remove a Bull Zapper 4000 cattle prod from its recharging station.  The Major captured Fashia’s overstretched nipple between the two iron prongs and pulled the trigger.

     Fashia was caught completely unaware by the powerful charge.  She reacted so strongly she thought her spine would snap.

     The Major watched as the girl launched into a series of screams that only ended when she became out of breath.  When Major Trevor sensed Fashia was ready for more torture, she used the Nostril Puller to open her mouth then rested the business end of the Bull Zapper on her tongue.

     “I hope whoever you’re protecting is worth it,” said the Major before pressing the trigger.

      As Fashia’s body reacted to the ungodly pain, the Major contemplated her next move.  “You two up for a little sand blasting?” asked the Major.

     “Yes, Sir,” said the Corporal having participated in and thoroughly enjoyed the innovative technique the Major had been recently employing to loosen prisoner’s tongues.

     “Yes, Sir,” added Private Ricardo.

     “Put her in position for two hole action,” said the Major.

     The soldiers quickly cranked the rape bench to where Fashia was bent like a clothespin.  Her genitals were pointed toward the ceiling.  A soldier on one side could enter her vagina while another soldier facing him could penetrate her rectum.  The rape bench designer had responded brilliantly to Uday and Qusay’s predilection for brotherly rapes.   Drawings of the apparatus had been carefully preserved by Major Trevor for possible development of a consumer product to be marketed in the US.

     “Here,” said Corporal Conway handing Private Ricardo one of the thick condoms.

     “Fashia, I advise you to talk.  So far, nothing we’ve done caused permanent damage.  Well, your nipples may always be a little longer than ordinary but they’ll still work.   The next phase will cause permanent damage along with the most hellish pain one can imagine,” said the Major.

     Fashia considered giving up then once again found the courage to shake her head no.

     “Go ahead, Corporal, sand blast her pussy and asshole,” said the Major reaching down to take Fashia’s hand in hers. 

     The Major sat down on the floor bringing her mouth to Fashia’s ear.  “Fashia, you’ve been very brave.  But human flesh can only stand so much.  This next part is going to hurt so much you can’t bear it.  When you’re ready to talk, run your finger across the palm of my hand.  We’ll have a little talk.  Then I’ll take you to the hospital where they’ll fix you up with a painkiller that will make you sleep.  As soon as you’re better, you can return home and this nightmare will be over.”

     She’s a fucking genius decided Corporal Conway as he rolled the thick heavy condom down his cock.  Next he squeezed a dollop of lubricant onto his palm and used it to evenly coat the condom.  The final step was to place his manhood in a box of industrial abrasive labeled carborundum. The fine glassy power adhered to the lubricant.

     “Ready, Major,” said the Corporal once he and the Private were both similarly equipped.

     “Do her,” said the Major.

     The two soldiers coordinated their entry.  It was not immediately painful but as the tiny silicon carbide crystals entered the pores of the sensitive flesh, Fashia began to scream.  Both soldiers noted with satisfaction, the drops of blood that appeared almost immediately around the circumference of each orifice.

     Inside the orifice, the carborundum abraded the flesh creating a thousand points of agony for each square inch.  Fashia’s G-spot erupted in a stream of pain signals that attacked her brain, blinding her.

     As they settled into a steady rhythm, the pain grew and grew until it became more than unbearable.   Escaping the pain became the only thing that mattered.  Defeated, Fashia frantically scratched the tip of her finger across the Major’s palm.

    The Major quickly signaled for the men to stop and remove the girl from the rape bench.  As soon as she was free, the Major lifted the naked crying girl in her arms.  She carried her to a nearby chair where Fashia earnestly begged the Major not to hurt her any more.  The Major held the crying girl in her lap and comforted her, slowly rocking her back and forth as she whispered soothing words into her ear.

     Following protocol, the Corporal brought a warm soft blanket to cover Fashia.  Private Ricardo provided a bottle of cool water from the mini-fridge.  Before exiting the room, the Corporal pressed the Play button on the stereo.  Soft strains of Arab popular music filled the room.  Their last act before retreating to the viewing room was to dim the lights.

     “Please don’t hurt me anymore,” sobbed Fashia.

     “Of course not, just tell me the full names of each of your fellow bomb makers and you can rest.  When you’ve recovered, we’ll send you home,” said the Major unscrewing the cap of a tube of ointment.

     “You won’t kill them,” said Fashia.

     “No, we’ll hold them here for thirty days and let them go,” lied the Major applying the ointment to Fashia’s nipples that had been stretched to over two inches.

     The Major spent the next half hour acquiring the identities of the other seven members of the bomb makers.  Fashia turned out to highly informative, even providing the name of the individual who placed the weapons in the hands of the suicide bombers.

     “Can you stand?” asked the Major when she finished the interrogation.

     “Yes, I think so,” said Fashia slowly climbing out of the Major’s lap. 

     “Good, I need to give you something to help you rest and fight infection,” said the Major as she removed a suppository from the first aid cabinet.

     “Will I be all right?” asked Fashia.

     “Yes, this should fix you right up.  Bend over and spread your cheeks,” said the Major as she unwrapped the foil.

     Outside in the viewing room, the Corporal was speaking to Captain Darcy.  “Major Trevor has a tit and clit job in Interrogation Room 3.”

     “As soon as she’s ready, bring her to Interrogation Room 9,” said Captain Darcy.

     “Another one bites the dust,” said Private Ricardo as the Corporal ended the call.

     “Look on the bright side, she can still suck dick,” said the Corporal.

     “Yeah, but who wants a cunt with no tits and clit, giving them a hummer,” said the Private.

     “It’s not our job to question the Major’s decisions.  Male IED and bomb makers loose their balls and get a pair of tits.  Females loose their clit and their tits.  When you think about it, it’s only fair,” said the Corporal.

     “It’s fine by me.  We’re loosing a lot of good people every day.  She really gave it up when we sand blasted her,” said the Private.

     “And she doesn’t know it yet, but that special pussy sand the Major selected, lasts a while.  It doesn’t disappear over night,” said the Corporal.

     “How long you think it lasts,” asked the Private?

     “Don’t know for sure but that good looking older women we sand blasted a month ago, she still knows it there,” said the Corporal.

     “The one with the big tits who owned a factory, she had a husband we worked on too?” questioned the Private.

     “Right, her, I happened to observe her taking a shit yesterday.  Her cell mates had to hold her on the throne.  She was screaming like a banshee.  Bitch was out of her mind with pain.  Her turds were having the same impact on her rectum, as your cock,” said the Corporal.

     “So the next time, little Fashia goes to take a shit, she’ll get a surprise,” said the Private.

     “Those little crystals work their way into the cracks and crevices.  When she craps, it’s pain time,” said the Corporal.

     “The Major is finishing up.  Think Captain Darcy will let us stay and watch?’ asked the Private.

     “Probably,” said the Corporal.  “If we ask politely.”