Abu Ghraib Revised

Chapter 18 – Payback

 

 

     “Jesus, what do you think they’re doing to the Lieutenant,” asked Private Jesse Coughlin of the Tenth Mountain Division, Second Brigade, Bravo Company.

     “Something fucking awful, she hasn’t stopped screaming since they took her away,” said Corporal Ernest Warren.  An almost uninterrupted cacophony of screams could be heard from a nearby cell.  They were referring to Lieutenant Wilma Davis who had been captured with them in an ambush outside Haditha.  The other members of the patrol had been killed.

     “You’d thing she’d pass out or something,” said the Private.  “Jesus fuck, I wish she’d stop.”

     Corporal Warren thought for a minute before speaking.  He was a large deliberate man who liked to consider his words carefully.  “Maybe they drugged her so she would stay awake no matter what they did.  I saw them giving her an injection before they cut her nipples off.”

     “She had nice ones too.  They had to be two inches long.”

     “The reason they were so long was that they put hooks in them and stretched them for a couple of hours.  It was more like the end of her tits they chopped, not just the nipples,” said the Corporal.

     “Her husband is going to miss sucking on those babies.  Jesus, they just got married three months ago,” said the Private.

     “Judging by the way she keeps screaming, I’d say that may be the least of their problems.  Colonel Davis is most likely going to be a widower,” said the Corporal. 

     “Why do you think they left us like this?” asked the Private although he thought he knew the answer.  He was hoping the Corporal would prove him wrong.

     “You know why.  Want me to draw you a picture?” asked the Corporal.    The two soldiers were seated upright on the stone floor back to back tied to a pole. Thick ropes bound their arms and bodies.  A length of wood attached to each ankle separated their legs to a painful degree.  Their hip sockets felt on the edge of dislocation.

     Their nude bodies were covered with burn marks from where their torturers had applied electrical shocks.  Their backs and buttocks were crisscrossed with raised red welts from the severe flogging they received a half hour before.

     A strip of tape held their cocks upright against their belly.  Twine was wrapped around their testicles separating them and a slightly thicker length of chord stretched their scrotum to the ankle board.  It was a hellishly painful position. 

     “Like they did to Sizemore, fuck man, that’s against the Geneva Convention,” said the Private.

     “Probably,” said the Corporal. “But these assholes haven’t read the Geneva Convention, not that they would give a shit if they had.”

     “Did you see Sizemore when they brought him in?” asked the Private.

     “I was part of the unit that found him.  He was wandering around naked, holding what was left of his nuts,” said the Corporal.  “It must have been these guys because his backside was raw and they’d juiced him up with a car battery.”

     “I don’t know whether I want to go on living if I wind up like Sizemore,” said the Private dejectedly.

     “Sizemore did.  At least, he was happy to see us,” said the Corporal.

     “The brass sure shipped his ass off to Germany quick.  Probably thought he was bad for morale,” said the Private.

     “The Captain said the Doctors thought he might get better, even be able to fuck his wife,” said the Corporal.

     “Bullshit, how you going to get it hard and stick it in your old lady’s twat if your balls are flat as quarters,” said the Private.

     “Shit, I don’t know.  But maybe they can fix up Sizemore’s so they still work,” said the Corporal.  “The medics are smart.  Maybe they found a way to re-inflate his balls.”

     “How flat were they?” asked the Private.

     “Shit, I don’t know.  He didn’t ask me to measure them but I heard they were smashed like pancakes.”

     “The one called Bakir said we Americans were the ones who started the nut cutting at Abu Ghraib.  He claimed a female officer opened his sack up with a scalpel and removed them.  He also said she was the one who gave him the pair of tits,” said the Private.  “You believe that shit?”

     “Maybe, I’ve heard rumors they’ve been chopping the balls off captured IED cells and giving them fake boobs.  It’s part of a psyche war operation,” said the Corporal.

     “Somebody did Bakir’s nuts.  He showed me his empty sack and the scar where they took his balls out. He watched her do it.  Crazy motherfucker claimed the female officers ate them for dinner,” said the Private.

     “That’s got to be a fucking lie.  No American officer would eat the diseased gonads of some crazy Iraqi,’ said the Corporal.

     “That’s why Bakir was the only one who didn’t fuck us other than Hassan,” said the Private.  “Bakir was also missing his thumbs.  He said an American Captain named Maria Mendez cut them off because they decided he was a bomb maker.  What do you thing they’ll do with the video of us doing the queer thing?”

     “Put it out on a WEB site,” said the Corporal.

     “God damn, that’s the loudest so far,” said the Private commenting on a particularly loud and long scream from the Lieutenant.  “Man, they must really be fucking her up.”

     “They got a real hard on for female officers.  They claim they are an offense to their religion,” said the Corporal.  “It’s also payback for what’s happening at Abu Ghraib.”

     “Think the other guys will see it,” said the Private recalling that he had visited several of the insurgent sites containing video clips of American soldiers being tortured, mutilated, sexually abused, and even killed.

     “For sure,” said the Corporal wondering what he would tell his wife, Carole, about the video and how long before some peacenik asshole directed her to a WEB site to view it.  It was over an hour long and it showed him and Private Coughlin being sodomized orally and anally by men in masks.  They had been too frightened not to follow their captor’s direction to smile and act like they enjoyed it.

     “My butt hole’s raw.  It feels like it’s been sandpapered,” said the Private squirming slightly in an attempt to relieve the discomfort of having his naked rear sitting on the cold stone floor.

     “How’s your jaw?” asked the Corporal.

     The Private worked his jaw before answering.  “Little sore, Christ, if Amy sees that video I’ll never live it down.  Especially, after I made fun of her queer brother.  Mort is a real fairy.  Amy said he was always stealing her panties to wear when they were in high school.”

     “She’ll see it.  Some jerk off anti-war type back home will tell her about it,” said the Corporal.

     “But it wasn’t like I asked for them to fuck me in the ass and make me suck their cocks.  I’m not gay, not that there is anything long with being gay,” said the Private.

     “Kind of shit happens in war,” said the Corporal.

     “Really, you sure about that?” asked the Private.

     “My dad was in Vietnam.  He said the Vietcong used to fuck our guys in the ass.  Dad said they even fucked the dead ones,” said the Corporal.

     “No fucking way, they put their cock in a dead body.  That’s fucking creepy,” said the Private.

     “Dad said he once found a buddy with his head blown off by a mortar round.  But some gook had leaned him over a log, pulled his pants down, and fucked his ass because jism was leaking out.”

     “That’s fucking ultra creepy,” said the Private.

     “How many you think fucked us?” asked the Corporal feeling a twinge from the area of his sphincter.

     “I lost count after the first six, maybe a dozen.  Most of the time, I had a cock in both holes.  The one with a camera got a close up after they came on my face.  It was like one of those Jap films where a bunch of guys jiz the girl’s kisser,” said the Private.

      “Bukkake,” said the Corporal.

      “What?” asked the Private.

      “Bukkake, the Japs are into getting a whole bunch of guys together to gang bang a girl then they all shoot their load on her kisser,” said the Corporal.

      “I’d prefer the bitch swallow it,” said the Private.  “Some girls develop a taste for jism.”

      “Mine takes it but I’m not sure she loves the taste,” said the Corporal recalling the last time he and his wife made love.

      “The little queer sure loved my jism.  He had this big shit eating grin on his face after I dumped my load in his yap,” said the Private referring to the young Arab who surprisingly chose to give him head.

      “You could tell he loved it.  I guess they don’t mind gays in their army,” said the Corporal.

      “What was the worst in your opinion, Corporal?” asked the Private.

      “The electricity,” said the Corporal recalling how electrical probes were inserted in his urethra and butt and contacts placed on his balls and nipples.  “It was fucking awful.  My cock still feels like someone burnt out the inside of my piss hole.”

      “Next time, I take a leak, there may be screams coming from the can,” said the Private.  “So you’re saying it was worse than the whipping.”

      “Yes, not that either was a piece of cake.  A couple of times one of those whip strands came up between my legs and landed on the tip of my pecker.  God, that hurt,” said the Corporal.

      “I thought they’d ask us questions.  Get some intel,” said the Private.

      “What the fuck do we know?”

      “Not diddly shit,” said the Private.

      “You ever take it up the ass before or suck a cock, Corporal,” asked the Private.

     “Yeah, when I was a kid,” said the Corporal.

      “Me too, I had two older brothers.  They were thirteen and I was eleven the first time,” said the Private.

      “What happened?” asked the Corporal.

      “It was summer.  Looking back, I guess they were bored and horny.  You know how it was when you were a kid.  All you can think about is your pecker.  Anyway, they were trying to get this neighbor girl to screw them but she wasn’t putting out so they decided I’d do in her place.  They took me out in the garage and made me blow them.”

      “That must have been something,” said the Corporal.

      “Yeah, they were bigger and I was scared shitless.  When Kyle blew his first load, I though the bastard had pissed in my mouth,” said the Private.

      “Did they keep at it?’ asked the Corporal.

      “Almost all summer, they started corn holing me.  I kind of got to where I liked it.  But I was replaced right before school started,” said the Private.

      “What happened?” asked the Corporal.

      “The neighbor, Minnie Rudolph, finally gave up and let my brothers fuck her.  She let me too.   Minnie turned out to be a real slut.  She would go down for anyone who asked.  Bitch could suck the chrome off a car bumper. What happened to you the first time?”

      “This is just between us, right?” asked the Corporal.

      “This isn’t Las Vegas but whatever stays here,” said the Private.

      “First cock I ever sucked was my old man’s.  He and my Uncle Gary took me up to this cabin on the lake for bass fishing.  They’d been going there every summer for years but I was too little to go until that year.  I’d just turned twelve and only recently discovered my dick was good for something besides pissing.  I was excited as hell, they were taking me,” said the Corporal.

      “Wow, so what happened?” asked the Private.

      “First night, Daddy and Uncle Gary got into bed together naked like it was no big deal and asked me to join them for what they called big boy fun.  I sucked off Daddy first then my Uncle.  It turned out the camp was filled with fathers, grandfathers, and uncles along with sons my age who were into the same thing.  I was sucking cock and getting ass fucked for the entire two weeks.”

      “What happened when you got back home?’ asked the Private.

      “Absolutely nothing, it was back to normal until next summer when the same thing happened.  There were two more summers until Roy, my younger brother, was twelve and I was replaced,” said the Corporal.

      “That is some fucking story,” said the Private.

      Their conversation was interrupted by the arrival of two of their captors, Bakir and Hassan.  Both were carrying a wooden mallet.  Bakir was carrying a plastic pail.

      “Fuck man, you don’t have to do this.  It’s not right,” yelled the Private. 

      The Corporal stayed quiet.  He realized the hopelessness of their situation. 

      “Your Lieutenant is no longer a woman,” said Hassan smiling as he spoke.

      “What the fuck you mean?” asked the Private.

      “We cut out all the parts that made her female,” said Bakir dumping the contents of the bucket on the floor.  Lt. Davis’s female organs slid out on to the stone floor.  Bakir picked up a small piece of flesh and dropped it on the Corporal’s chest.

      “Her clitoris, she is now a eunuch like you will be shortly, said Bakir taking a position between the Private’s spread legs.

      “Left or right, choose?” asked Bakir as he stretched the Private’s ball sack further separating his testicles.

      “Don’t,” screamed the Private as Bakir brought the mallet down on the left testicle.

      Almost simultaneously, Hassan flattened the Corporal’s left testicle. 

      Both soldiers screamed with all the force they could summon.  The pain was overwhelming. 

      When the Corporal looked down, he saw that his normally round left gonad was flattened to the floor.

      Out in the hall, Lt. Davis was awakened by their screams.  She was surprised she was still among the living.  She raised her head and saw she was lying in some sort of crude wheel barrow.  There were several rows of bloody stitches across her abdomen.

     The Corporal watched through pain blurred eyes as Bakir and Hassan went to a far corner of the room and lit cigarettes.

     “We give you opportunity to enjoy being half a man,” said Hassan smiling.

     The two talked in whispers as they watched the soldiers try to deal with the pain.  It was important not to rush but to prolong their ordeal.

     When they finished the cigarettes, they swapped positions.  Bakir crushed the Corporals right gonad while Hassan flattened the Private’s.

     “Now, you are no longer men.  You are the same as we are,” said Hassan as they left the room.

     It was later at night when the citizens of Haditha watched from half covered windows as the two naked Americans slowly push the wheel barrow containing the naked female down a dark alley toward the street below.  The task seemed surprisingly difficult and the men frequently stopped to rest. 

     Fortunately, a foot patrol of American and Iraqi soldiers was just about to reach the intersection of the alley and road.

     The Iraqi soldiers had been secretly informed about the three Americans and were looking forward with great amusement to their ally’s reaction to the pending discovery.