Chapter 1 – Abu Ghabir

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"Where are you hiding the weapons?" Major Nancy Trevor calmly asked the naked man standing on top of the flimsy wooden crate. His hands were tied behind his back and there was a strand of thin piano wire looped around the base of his gonads. The other end was fastened to an iron pipe in the ceiling. The wire wasn't long enough to reach the ground. His chest was covered with recently dried blood from his broken nose, a nose broken an hour ago when it came in contact with the Major's fist.

"I don't know, please, I know nothing," pleaded the man. There were tears streaming down his face and he was trembling having a difficult time maintaining his balance on the unsteady wooden box. He was terrified of falling. It would leave him hanging by his balls.

"You must know something, Adnan," said the Major in the perfect Iraqi Arabic that she had learned in military intelligence school three years ago. She placed her hand around the length of his cock and slowly stroked it as she spoke.

"It'd be a shame to rip off a nice pecker like this. I bet a stud like you gets a lot of pussy."

"Please don't hurt me. I've told you all I know," sobbed Adnan.

"When was the last time you fucked your wife?"

"I don't know," said Adnan.

"How about your Momma? You ever steal a piece of Dad's pussy?"

"No, I don't know."

"How about me? Would you like to stick this big hard cock in my pussy and fuck my brains out?"

"I don't know," repeated Adnan in a voice of utter despair.

"You're sure you don't know anything else?" said the Major continuing to stroke Adnan's cock as she nudged the wooden crate causing it to sway.

"I'm just a shop keeper. Please let me go. I've told you all I know," whined the man.

"You agree, Captain Caldwell?" said the Major to the other female officer in the interrogation room.

"I don't think he knows shit, just another fucking dumb Iraqi," said Captain Cindy Caldwell.

"Well, I guess we're just going to have to let you go, Adnan," said Major Trevor.

"Oh thank you, bless you, May Allah place a thousand blessing on your head," said Adnan.

The Major gave Adnan's cock a final couple of strokes then turned and stepped away.

"Oops," said Major Trevor landing a backward karate kick against the side of the crate sending it out from under the prisoner. Adnan screamed as he fell. His brief descent was halted when the wire stretched taunt and the wire loop tightened around his manhood.

The wire held Adnan's body in space for a few seconds then there was an audible snapping sound as the thin wire sliced off Adnan's cock and balls. Adnan fell to the ground screaming blood spewing from his pubic region. He twisted from side to side for a matter of seconds then lost consciousness and died from exsanguinations.

"That was so fucking cool, Major," said Captain Caldwell looking down on the still twitching body. Captain Caldwell held the wire in one hand and Adnan's severed cock in the other.

"Still warm, this is how I prefer my cock," said Captain Caldwell holding the bloody carrion in her hand.

"Have that put into the garbage," said Major Trevor referring to Adnan's body.

"Yes, Sir," said Captain Caldwell saluting as Major Trevor left the interrogation room.

"What do I put on the report as cause of death?" asked Captain Caldwell.

"Weak nuts, all these Iraqi have weak nuts. Saddam must have put something in the water to give the men weak nuts. Remember that Tadjik in Afghanistan that we hung up for four hours. We finally had to slice them off."

"He was a tough little bastard, at least his balls were," said Captain Caldwell.

"You heard the Major, Corporal, Let's get this piece of shit in Saddam's oven. Captain Caldwell was referring to the crematory that Saddam Hussein had installed in the basement of the notorious Abu Ghabir prison. Coalition forces had taken it over and were using it to hold prisoners captured during the insurrection. Prisoners thought to have information useful to the coalition were housed in Cell Block 10. Block 10 was under control of the army's military intelligence.

Major Trevor and her team were in charge of interrogating prisoners brought to Block 10. Much to the surprise of the men in her command she had been highly successful in extracting actionable information. Enemy surprise attacks had been avoided. Large weapons cache had been discovered and destroyed. Leaders of the insurgency had been captured. The rumor was that her promotion to colonel was a lock as soon as she had her time in grade.

It sure helps if you love your job thought the Major as she walked down the central corridor of the interrogation wing. The Major opened the door to Interrogation Room 9. She found Captain Lois Darcy removing blood stained surgical gloves.

"She gave it up," said Captain Darcy referring to the naked female strapped to the stainless steel table in the center of the room. The girl's legs were elevated in stirrups. The Major saw that the girl's vagina was held open by a speculum and there was a bucket of blood and body parts on the floor underneath. There was a neatly stitched vertical incision from her navel down to her pubis.

"Recovery team on the way?" asked the Major.

"We called them as soon as she ratted," said Captain Darcy.

"Neat work by the way," added the Major noting the perfectly aligned sutures closing the wound.

"Our boys are going into the warehouse as we speak. She said there was a large cache of RPGs and some suicide bomber's vests," said Sergeant Mary Saunders who was standing nearby wearing a radio headset.

"Think it could be a trap?" asked the Major.

"It's always a possibility but I doubt it. I told her that if it is, she's going to have to eat her own uterus and then I was going to open her back up and take out what's left," said Captain Darcy who was stroking the sweaty brow of the young Iraqi girl.

"You're going to be way ahead of the other medical students," said the Major to Captain Darcy.

"It's been great practical experience. I've definitely decided on surgery as a result of my work here," said Captain Darcy walking over to a table and filling a syringe. "I better wake Alisha. She's missing out on some really terrific pain."

"They got it," said Sergeant Saunders. "It's a large cache plus three prisoners. No problems."

"Chalk one more up for the good guys," said Major Trevor. "Good work Captain."

"Thank you Major," said the Captain.

"So that's what my female parts look like?" said the Major staring down into the steel bucket.

"Pretty much, uterus, ovaries, womb, it's a complete hysterectomy. Of course, we forgot Alisha's anesthesia so she was awake during her operation. From the noise she made, I guess it hurt," said the Captain.

"Be all that you can be," said the Major as she left. Major Trevor was aware that Captain Darcy planned to go to medical school as soon as she returned from Iraq. While serving under Major Trevor, the Captain had been assigned to interrogate female prisoners. By chance, Interrogation Room 9 had a standard hospital-operating table installed by Saddam Hussein's interrogators. Major Trevor had granted the Captain's request to perform various operations on the female reproductive organs as a means to elicit useful information. The interrogation technique had proven highly successful. The Iraqi women proved willing to betray husbands, brothers, and their own children as one by one the Captain methodically removed various body parts without the use of anesthesia. Although the first half dozen of the women that the Captain had operated on had died, the Captain skills had improved with experience and her more recent patients had survived albeit without any of those organs we normally associate with womanhood.

"Colonel Sullivan would like to see you ASAP, " said Corporal Mary Lewis when the Major returned to her office. The Major hurried to the Ladies Room washed the blood off her hands, combed her hair and fixed her makeup. She unbuttoned the top button of her fatigues making sure the lace of her brassiere was visible.

"Major Trevor reporting as ordered." The Major stood at attention and saluted as she stepped smartly in front of Colonel Sullivan's desk.

"Have a seat, Major," said the Colonel.

"Thank you sir."

"Just got off the horn with General Sherwood over at CentCom. They nabbed Azul Parchai's brother along with his wife and daughters at a roadblock. They want us to interrogate them. General Sherwood thinks that Azul knows where his brother Kamal is."

"Where are they now?"

"On their way, should be here by 1300."

"We have to act quick. If Kamal knows we got his brother, he's not going to stay where he's at," said the Major.

"That's why General Sherwood wants you to give this one your full attention. It'd be quite a feather in all our caps if you can get Azul to talk and we grab Kamal," said the Colonel.

"I'll handle it personally," said the Major.

"Good."

"Is that all, Colonel?"

"Yes, that's all concerning our mission here. But about last night, I just want to say you are one special lady."

"Thank you, it was special for me too," said the Major leaning forward.

"I'll be looking forward to our next, what's the word I'm looking for?"

"Tryst," said the Major smiling.

"Tryst, I like that, yeah, we did some trysting," said the Colonel ebulliently. The Colonel considered himself an educated man and learning a new word gave him a sense of accomplishment.

"I better go and brief my team," said the Major.

"Sure, let me know when you got something," said the Colonel.

Major Trevor returned to her office to find Captain Caldwell reclining on her office couch. The Major sat down beside the Captain placing her arm around the Captain's shoulder drawing her in for a passionate kiss.

"I needed that," said the Major breaking the kiss.

"Again," said the Captain as once again they embraced. The Captain unbuttoned the Major's fatigues and slipped her hand inside her bra.

"Your tits are always so hot. Let's do it right here," whispered the Captain.

"I can't. We can't. I just came from the Colonel's. We got a rush job arriving at 1300."

"Shit, what's happening?"

"Azul Parchai and family ran into a roadblock. They think he knows where his brother is," said the Major.

"Family, what kind of family?"

"Wife and daughters."

"Colonel going to give them all to us?" asked Captain Caldwell.

"Yeah, he wants this one bad. He can see that star on his horizon."

"I got the DVD of last night, want to see it?"

"Love too," said the Major.

The Captain unlatched the lid of the laptop computer lying nearby. While they waited for the laptop system to complete its startup sequence, the Major walked over to her desk and used a desktop computer to inquire into the CentCom intelligence database.

"Interesting, Azul is a medical doctor. He's forty-one. His wife, Soraya, is one too. She's a pediatrician. She even studied in the United States. She's forty by the way. Two girls, Nadia, sixteen and Safia, fourteen."

"Let me have the youngest. Young girls are the most fun," said Captain Caldwell.

"I'll need them as leverage against daddy. And for that matter, the wife may know something. She's not your average Iraqi woman 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.

"Not sure, I got to think about this. I dropped in just as Darcy was finishing up with the girl Special Ops brought in yesterday."

"And?"

"She gave up a weapons cache in Sadr City."

"Wonder what it feels like to lay there while our Doctor wantabe slowly cuts out all your female parts?"

"Not fun, I watched her once. It was a teenager from Takrit. Captain Darcy's one hell of a sadist. First, she makes an incision from her navel to the top of her pussy. She peels back the flaps. The kid was screaming so loud I wanted to gag her but that would defeat out purpose."

"They used to do surgery without anesthesia until the 1900s," said Captain Caldwell.

"And practically everyone died. Darcy goes in with the scalpel and presto; she shows you your left ovary. Then if you're not willing to talk, she introduces you to your right one. Baby making days are 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 the Major.

"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."

"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 womb that by the way is a little bitty thing. It must expand like all hell when you get pregnant. She cut out her uterus next. She does it like show and tell."

"You're kidding. What does she say?"

"This is your womb. This is where the umbilical cord enters 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?"

"She slices off her labia and clit."

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

"Once, 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 the old hysterectomy. My mother's had one."

"If it comes to that I demand anesthesia and the doctor won't be named Darcy," said the Major. "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."

"Ooh, now that sounds interesting. Maybe she should do transplants."

"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 get some of the guys to knock him up."

"Knock her up," corrected the Major.

"Still a guy with ovaries, womb, the whole kit and baby-making caboodle."

"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 the Captain turning the laptop screen toward the Major.

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

"I don't see how you do that, yuck," said the Captain looking at the screen. A hidden camera in the Colonel's quarters had captured last night's tryst between Major Trevor and Colonel Saunders. Colonel Saunders was laying naked spread eagle on the bed dressed in a garter belt and hose. Major Trevor also naked was kneeling between his legs sucking his cock.

"Its not so bad. Don't tell me you've never sucked a cock."

"Yes I have and I hated it,' said Captain Caldwell.

"Whose?"

"My grandfather's, after Dad left, Mom had to move back in with her parents. Sweet old granddaddy Billings took me in the garage hauled it out and said for me for me to treat it like a lollypop. I was eleven. Later he took me over to his brothers, Uncle Luke so I could lick his lollypop."

"Shit, pedophilia at eleven, did you tell your Mom?"

"Sure did."

"And?"

"She slapped me and told me she didn't want to hear any more filth out of my mouth. Your grandparents are saints for letting us live here rent free was her final word on the matter."

"Except you were paying the rent," said the Major.

"Swallowing his pecker snot. Of course, that was just for openers, he and my great uncle deflowered me a week later," said the Captain.

"Look at the Colonel go, skull fuck me, Henry," said the Major staring at the screen where the Colonel was holding the sides of her head forcing it down on his cock as he thrust upward.

"What's the deal with the hose and garter belt?" asked Captain Caldwell.

"Shit, who knows what's in that pea brain, maybe Henry wants to go queer and have all the enlisted men fuck him in the ass. Did your granddaddy ever make you dress up?"

"Funny you should ask and I've never thought of it before but yes he did," said Captain Caldwell.

"And what did they make granddaddy's little whore wear?"

"A flowered dress and pigtails, they wanted to make me look younger."

"Ah, even at eleven you were too ripe for your pedophile relatives," said the Major.

"They took a lot of pictures of me doing things with them."

"Must be one hell of a family photo album somewhere in the Caldwell attic," said the Major.

"The Colonel has a big cock. Did it hurt?" said Captain Caldwell looking at the screen. The Major was crouched over the Colonel. Her hand was on the Colonel's guiding it into her vagina. The Colonel's fingers were stretching out her nipples flattening them between his thumb and forefingers.

"Actually, it felt pretty good, not as good as your fist," said the Major.

"That's different. I love it when you put your fist in my pussy," said Captain Caldwell.

"So what finally happened with your granddaddy?"

"When I was thirteen they switched to Mandy, my little sister, she was ten."

"Unfaithful old men, you were replaced by another woman at a young age. Was that your last encounter with the male sex before you became a full fledged card carrying lesbian?"

"No, unfortunately, there was Bobby Elkins, my first love," said Captain Caldwell.

"Bobby do you wrong?"

"I would say he did. After he screwed me in the back seat of his family's car a few times, he gave me to the other members of my high school football team."

"What brought forth this act of generosity?"

"He gained over two hundred yards. He was the star half back of the team. He promised them 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."

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

"My mother even heard it. She called me a whore."

"Did Granddaddy proudly declare that he taught you all you knew about fucking?"

"He died the summer before. Bobby dumped me after that. His parents didn't want him dating someone with my reputation. This is the part I like," said Captain Caldwell. The screen displayed the Major stepping into a strap on dildo harness.

"I've never met a man who didn't love strap on action. Lube them up and plow their little hinnies."

"God, men are such scum. Listen to the pathetic sound he makes when you butt fuck him," 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 the Major.

"He's pathetic."

"So after Bobby announced your whoring ass wasn't good enough for the Elkins, what happened?"

"I 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, it's almost 1300 and girlfriend, we got prisoners to torture," said the Major after breaking the kiss."

Chapter 2 - Interrogation of Safia

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"Her name's Safia," said Captain Caldwell to the two enlisted men. The three were standing in the viewing room for Interrogation Room 2. Through the two-way mirror they were looking at the young and very frightened Iraqi girl seated at the table. The girl's hands were folded in front of her and it was obvious she had been crying.

"How rough you want us to be?" asked Lance Corporal James Conway. Corporal Conway was a ten-year veteran with the military police. He stood 6'3" in his combat boots and was known as something of a hard case. The Corporal's nine-inch cock had given him a reputation with the female soldiers. He was the star performer in what Major Trevor called the "rape team".

The Major understood that unlike in America, a female who was raped was not considered a victim. She became a living-breathing object of shame to her family. The males of an Iraqi clan would often kill a raped female relative to erase the disgrace to their family name. Raped Iraqi women were prone to suicide and extreme depression. Rape by Westerners especially men of color was regarded in an even worse light. The mere threat of rape by Corporal Conway would often elicit useful information, especially if the female was watching him fist that nine-inch pole of his and calculating how that would feel when he rammed it deep in their cunt.

"A few slaps are okay but no broken bones or loose teeth, nothing like the last time," said the Captain referring to a day ago when Corporal Conway and his partner, Private David Ricardo, had been instructed to rearrange the face of a female suspected of carrying messages between insurgent groups. Private Ricardo was also a lifer who'd been busted down to private for robbing Iraqi motorists. He'd been reassigned to Abu Ghabir to get him off the streets of Baghdad. The Major had been impressed with Private Ricardo's skill in causing a woman extreme pain during rape by chewing on their nipples. Few Muslim men could remain silent while watching the Private rape and beat their wives.

The Captain was referring to a woman who had been a former Iraqi beauty queen and had delivered the news on Iraqi television during Saddam's regime. There was a rumor she was one of Saddam's many mistresses. She had been gifted with a classically beautiful Arab face and a mane of curly auburn hair. The prisoner had begun the interrogation by announcing that she wasn't going to tell the Americans shit even if they killed her.

"That's illogical," calmly pointed out the Major. "How could you tell us anything if we killed you. We're going to start by shaving your head."

The prisoner had sat quietly and wept as two of the Major's team cut off her long tresses with shears. They use an electric razor to take it down to a burr then shaved her skull.

"I'd say you're no longer ready for prime time," said the Major forcing the woman to look in a mirror she was holding. "They say some men go for bald women."

The Major had informed the woman that she was going to be raped and beaten by Corporal Conway and Private Ricardo. After that, another two-man team would continue the interrogation.

Private Ricardo had begun by punching the woman in the gut followed by a vicious blow to the eye. Conway and Ricardo had taken turns beating and raping her until they both dumped their second load in her bleeding asshole.

"Here, take a look at yourself," said the Major holding up the mirror for the woman.

The newscaster managed to open the one eye that wasn't swollen shut. She found it difficult to recognize herself. Her lips were bleeding and several teeth were missing or chipped. Her nose was flattened to one side. One eye was swollen completely shut. Her entire face was swollen and a deep shade of purple.

"You're never going to be as pretty as you were but you're not hideous yet. If you don't talk now, I'll guarantee you that after the next two guys work on you, the only thing men are going to feel when they look at you is pity."

At that point, the woman's will to resist had collapsed and she had revealed all that she knew. Over a dozen insurgents were now in Abu Ghabir as a result of information she provided.

"She a virgin?" asked Private Ricardo referring to Safia.

"I would assume so since she's fourteen and from a good Iraqi family but I haven't stuck my fingers in her twat to check," said the Captain.

"Sweet, ain't that many fourteen year old virgins in old Bed-Sty, shit, ain't that many twelve year olds, " said Private Ricardo referring to the Bedford-Styvesant area of the Bronx where he grew up.

"There not as progressive here in Iraq as you Puerto Ricans are in New York. They like to wait for their females to attain puberty before they breed them," said the Captain dryly.

"Can we go over it one more time?" said Corporal Conway who liked to get matters crystal clear before he took action.

"This is important so don't fuck it up. Her name's Safia and she's fourteen years of age. You enter, strip her, slap her around a little but don't break anything. Each of you rapes her pussy once. One of you starts to rape her anally. As soon as you get your cock in her ass and she knows how painful it is, I rush in and stop you. I'll act angry and send you away. The rest is up to me. Got it?"

"Yeah, sounds cool, what do I do with my hard on if I'm the one in her asshole when you enter?" said Private Ricardo.

"I suggest you get the Corporal here to suck your dick," said Captain Caldwell

"Man, she looks scared shitless as it is," said Corporal Conway. He was looking through the two-way mirror at the young girl sitting in the next room. She was wearing the traditional dress of women who belonged to a devout Muslim family. The only skin showing was her hands and most of her face.

"They sure keep their women covered up," said Private Ricardo. "But we'll have her naked and squalling for her momma inside of two minutes."

"Be quick about it. When word gets out we have these people, there info will be worthless. So don't make love to her. Just pop her cherry and blow your wad. Just like she was your baby sister," said Captain Caldwell.

"All right, I'm ready," said Corporal Conway stroking his cock through his fatigues.

"Let's do it," said Private Ricardo.

Captain Caldwell sat down to watch the action. "Troglodytes," she whispered to herself as she watched the two enter the room. Safia jumped up as soon as they entered. The two rushed the girl grabbed her and put her on top of the table and began ripping her clothes off. Corporal Conway delivered a couple of bitch slaps just hard enough to take the fight out of her.

Captain Caldwell relaxed back into the leather chair. She took a Winton out of the pack and lighted it drawing the smoke deep into her lungs. The Captain casually slipped her hand inside her fatigue trousers and panty. She dipped her finger into her cunt, found some moisture and brought it up to her clit.

Might as well enjoy myself thought the Captain as she traced a wet circle around her clitoris. Countless times she had masturbated in the dark viewing rooms as she watched enemies of the coalition being interrogated. Sometimes with only the most casual threat, the person would tell everything they knew. But that was no fun for the Captain.

Others refused even after days of unspeakable agony. Those were the ones that got the Captain off. Some were so afraid they fabricated information. A good interrogator had to be able to tell fact from fiction. She had to sense when further torture was pointless and the prisoner should be sent back to his cell to recoup so the pain could be renewed.

I got to hand it to the Major thought the Captain. She's the best interrogator I ever met. She could get anyone to talk given enough time. The Major had the gift of sensing the prisoner's weakness and quickly exploiting it.

God they dress their women ugly thought Captain Caldwell as Conway and Ricardo began puling off the girl's undergarments. Must be hot as hell too in this heat. That's why the life span for women sucks. Girls in Iraq don't come into puberty as early as in the United States. Their bodies don't start releasing estrogen so their tits grow and their hips widen. Safia you have a nice slender body with the kind of girlish hips that turn me on. Coltish, that's the correct term. Hips like a young colt. She'd look cute in a pair of low riders and a belly shirt. I could picture her swinging those slim hips as she shopped in The Gap, all the women feeling their pussy start to itch as they pictured themselves pulling those low riders down and moving that thong aside so they could put their tongue on her little button.

Private Ricardo was on top of a screaming Safia trying to force his cock in her pussy. He spit in his hand and rubbed it on his cock head. Her little coochie is going to be dry as sandpaper when the Private rapes her hole though the Captain. Corporal Conway has her arms pinned. Captain Caldwell casually reached over and pressed the intercom button ending the room's silence. Immediately the sound of a scream emerged from the speaker. Private Ricardo had a look of triumphant on his face as he ground his pubic bone against Safia's. The girl's legs were kicking wildly and her screams indicated she was not enjoying her first act of sexual intercourse.

"Little Safia you are a virgin no more thanks to the US Army," whispered Captain Caldwell to herself. The Private was furiously slamming into the young girl. The Captain fingers were working her clit.

Why do men enjoy rape so much pondered Captain Caldwell? When the Major had passed the word that she was looking for a few volunteers for a special duty that involved rape, practically every male prison guard in Abu Ghabir applied. The fact that the duty involved not only raping women but also the occasional man didn't discourage anyone. And the beatings only added to the thrill.

One tiny step above the apes thought Captain Caldwell as she studied the expression on Private Ricardo's face. Is that how it was when mankind climbed out of the primeval ooze and first walked on two legs? When the hunt was over and the male returned to the cave did he grab the first piece of ass he laid eyes on and throw it to the ground and ram his cock in. The Captain wondered whether it mattered if the female was their mother or their grandmother or their sister probably not from the look on Private Ricardo's face. There was a homo sapiens that wouldn't hesitate to put his cock in Mom's hole or anybody else's.

Private Ricardo was making those wild animal sounds that indicated he was about to release his semen into Safia's cunt. The girl was sobbing loudly verging on hysteria. Private Ricardo leaned down captured one of her nipples in his teeth and crushed it. He just wants her first time to be memorable thought the Captain as she smiled.

Captain Caldwell reached inside her brasserie and squeezed her own nipple. Over the last few months, the Captain had masturbated dozens of times as she watched a female being raped. She still found it exciting to watch a woman face as total strangers brutalized her. When it was someone like Safia who had never been with a man and was utterly terrified, it was more than exciting. It was erotic in a way that demanded the Captain stick her hand in her pants and jerk herself off.

Private Ricardo cradled Safia's knees in his arms and lifted her legs as he delivered a good twenty slam strokes before dumping his load.

The Private and the Corporal immediately changed places and the slightly bigger cock of the Corporal wedged its way into Safia's love tunnel. The Corporal took long slow strokes bring his cock to her entrance then plunging in deep to where his balls bounced off her butt. Safia was making a little sobbing sound each time the Corporal's cock reached its maximum depth. A woman usually only cried and screamed so much during a rape. After a while they just laid there praying for it to end.

The Captain recalled what that slut Lt. Lorraine Hedley had said when she admitted she'd fucked Corporal Conway one night in one of the ammunition bunkers.

"I was walking bowlegged the next morning that is when I was finally able to get out of bed and walk at all," laughed the Lieutenant as she took a sip of her beer.

"Oh come on," said one of the other officers. "It can't be that big."

"Nine inches and thick as my fist, the Corporal's practically a tripod," said the Lieutenant.

"Damn, you let him pack your shit with that?"

"Yeah, I didn't want to do anal but Conway doesn't take no for an answer. I never fell so stuffed, like there was a log in my asshole. I bet I don't shit for a week."

"You're fucking crazy, Lorraine."

Captain Caldwell observing that the Corporal was getting close to orgasm increased her tempo. She developed a sense of timing and brought herself off just as the Corporal provided Safia another measure of semen.

The Captain reached for a tissue to wipe her fingers off as the Corporal rolled off Safia. Private Ricardo had good wood as he held Safia's legs tilting her into almost a headstand as he covered her asshole with his mouth. After he rimmed her, he placed his cock at her anus and pushed forward.

Safia's loud screams sounded through the intercom speaker as the Captain straightened her uniform and stepped toward the door.

"What the hell's going on here?" screamed Captain Caldwell as she entered the room.

"We're just having some fun with this terrorist," said the Corporal.

"Get the hell out of here," said Captain Caldwell.

"But I'm not finished," said Private Ricardo thrusting again in Safia's asshole causing her to scream.

"That's an order, leave immediately," yelled the Captain.

The Captain waited until the two had left before she helped Safia off the table to a nearby couch. The Captain grabbed a blanket from a nearby table and covered the sobbing girl. The Captain put her arm around the girl.

"They're gone. You're safe with me. Are you all right?" asked the Captain.

"They raped me," said Safia.

"I know. They'll be punished. How old are you?"

"Fourteen."

"My God you're just a child. Did it hurt?"

"Yes, I was a virgin. They both raped me."

"It was so wrong of them to do that. Let me see if you are injured," said Captain Caldwell gently separating Safia's legs to look at her ravaged sex. There was a goodly amount of dried blood on her thighs and her labia appeared red and irritated. Semen was oozing out of her vagina.

"Let me clean you up. I have an ointment that will help," said the Captain before stepping over to a nearby basin and wetting a cloth with warm water.

"Spread you legs, Safia, so I can wipe you off."

I've got to get this little sweetheart back to my quarters tonight thought the Captain as she carefully cleaned Safia's sex. She may not know it yet but she's going to become quite the little rug muncher.

"You're not bleeding anymore. Let me wipe their semen off you," said the Captain.

"Will I get pregnant?" asked Safia.

"Possibly, I could get you a morning after pill." The Captain began to apply an ointment to Safia's sex.

"It doesn't matter now. I plan to kill myself."

"You don't have to do that. Why?"

"I'm shamed. My own family won't allow me to live with them. They may even kill me. My life is ended."

"Because you were raped?"

"Yes."

"But it wasn't your fault."

"That doesn't matter," said Safia bursting into tears. The Captain held the girl for a few minutes. When Safia calmed down, she spoke to her again.

"Safia, you seem to be a good person and a true follower of your religion, it's wrong that you suffer for something that isn't your fault," said the Captain as she rubbed the ointment into her labia.

Stay in character Captain Caldwell told herself as her fingers applied the salve to Safia's sex. Still I'd like to put my mouth on her sweet little pussy and eat her until she comes. But there'll be plenty of time for that later.

"My life is over," repeated Safia her voice breaking.

"Suppose nobody knew what happened."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, the two soldiers who raped you don't even know your name. They just happened by, saw you in here and decided to rape you. We could keep it quiet. No one, not even your parents would know you were raped."

"But if I get pregnant."

"I have some morning after pills in my quarters," said Captain Caldwell.

"And they would keep me from getting pregnant?"

"Definitely, I could tell your parents you were with me all the time," said Captain Caldwell.

"No one would know and everything would be as before?" said Safia.

"Yes, I could even have you stay in my quarters until your family is released. That way they would know you weren't attacked. This place has a terrible reputation for raping women prisoners. If you stayed with me, they would know you were safe."

"And you would do that for me?"

"Yes, you shouldn't even be in a place like this. You're still a young girl. I have a sister your age. Her name is Marilyn. Here let me show you her picture."

Captain Caldwell took the photo of a smiling dark haired girl that she had downloaded from the Internet. The Captain had no idea who girl actually was.

"And they would let me stay with you?"

"I'm sure they would if you were cooperative."

"Cooperative, what do you mean?"

"The Coalition wants to talk to your Uncle Kamal. They want to work out an arrangement where the hostilities between the Coalition and your Uncle are over. But they can't find him to talk to him. If you told me where he is, they could go see him and the fighting would stop."

"I heard my father talking on his cell phone with Uncle Kamal this morning before we left," said Safia.

"Did you overhear where he was?"

"He was at his cousin's home in Karbala."

"Do you know the cousin's name?"

"Muhammad Al-Kuuzaai."

"Have you been to this Muhammad Al-Kuuzaai's home?"

"Yes, but that was three years ago. It was a large house. It was near the main road leading into the city."

"You must be thirsty. Would you like something to drink?" said Captain Caldwell opening the door on the small refrigerator.

"Take your pick?" said the Captain pointing toward the contents.

"Orange juice," said Safia.

"Safia, I must leave you for a few minutes to speak with the Major. I need to ask her permission for you to go to my quarters. You'll be safe here. I'll make sure no one bothers you."

"Please don't leave me," said Safia.

"Just for a minute, I'll promise you that you'll be fine. As soon as I get back, we'll go to my quarters and you can rest."

***

"Good work, that was quick," said the Major looking through the two-way glass at the young girl sitting on the couch drinking orange juice.

"Worked like a charm, she's a trusting little soul," said Captain Caldwell having informed the Major of what Safia had said.

"Think she knows anything else?" said the Major.

"No, she's just a kid. We're lucky she even knows that."

"What do you want to do with her?" said the Major.

"I'm having fun. Let's play this out a little longer. I'll take her to my quarters. Let her take a shower and rest for a while. I'll give her some Ecstasy and get her relaxed and ready. You and the others come over at 1900 and we'll have a slumber party and sample fourteen year old pussy."

"Cool, see you at 1900."

Chapter 3 – Interrogation of Doctor Parchai

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"At ease, I must say you three look hot at hell. I'm getting wet just standing here," said Major Trevor to the three women in front of her. The Major felt a swelling of pride as she looked at the three intelligence officers she had expended so much effort training. They're a crack unit and I made them that way thought the Major. The Major loved the Army and the opportunity it gave her to mold raw inexperienced youths into the most feared military force on the planet. She didn't for one-minute doubt that they would succeed in their mission

They were in the viewing room of Interrogation Room 2. On the other side of the two way mirror, a hooded naked man hung by his arms from the ceiling.

Lt. Debbie Calley, Sergeant Wilma Sykes, and Corporal Leslie Roberts had just reported to Major Trevor dressed as ordered in full fetish attire. It was the hundred percent no-holding-back dominatrix look that male Muslims throughout the Middle East associated with American women. In their sexual fantasies, American female soldiers dressed as these soldiers forced the Muslims to commit lewd and depraved acts forbidden in the Quran. The idea of being a sexual plaything to be degraded and humiliated by female Crusaders was deeply embedded in the hidden psychosexual dramas that tormented the hapless Arabs.

It certainly inspires shock and awe admitted the Major. Leather lace-up boots with a five-inch heel made them tower over the average Iraqi male. Flowing out of the top of the boots were net stocking held up by suspenders attached to a leather corset that narrowed their waist and exposed their rouged nipples. The words, 'US Army', their rank and name were stenciled on the front right beneath their breasts. Two types of whips, several size pressure clamps, and needle nose pliers hung from their belts. A brass studded leather crotch covering that included a fitting for a twelve-inch dildo covered their sex. They applied bright red lipstick and showbiz makeup to create a not-to-be-easily-forgotten effect.

"Turn around," said the Major.

"Nice," said the Major running her hand over the muscular buttocks of Lt. Calley. The three women were serious body builders and their physiques were ripped. Easily visible veins coursed through their oversized upper arms. Their brick-hard buttocks were exposed except for a narrow leather band that was buried in the crack of their ass.

"Too bad we got soldiering to do. Where did you get these?" said the Major reaching down to place her hand around the brightly colored latex dildo that was dangling from the crotch of the Sergeant Sykes. The shaft of the dildo was covered with red and white stripes and the large mushroom head was dark blue with white stars.

"A place in Los Angeles sells them. They call these the Stars and Stripes. I'll email you their WEB site," said Lt. Calley looking down at her similarly colored dildo.

"We ought to create a pay WEB site designed for Muslim men. A place they can go and whack off to scenes of American women whipping and raping their sorry ass. You three could rape a different Inman each night. We could drive down to Karbala and get some footage of you three dildo-fucking some Shias in the shrine, right on top of the tomb of Inman Ali. We'd make a fortune," said the Major placing her hand on Corporal Roberts's large breasts and twisting a nipple.

"If the Major is going to play with my tits, I want to eat her pussy," said the Corporal.

"Later, we got work to do," said the Major removing her hand.

"That is Dr. Azul Parchai," said the Major referring to the naked man in the next room. The Doctor was totally nude except for the bag over his head. His arms stretched over his head tied by rope to a hook in the ceiling. His feet were several inches off the ground and he was swinging slowly back and forth.

"I had the MPs strip him and hang him. Give him a little time to soften up before you three take over," said the Major. "Any questions?"

"No sir," repeated the three in unison.

"Good, let's get started. We don't have much time," said the Major.

"I'm Major Nancy Trevor, you are Dr. Azul Parchai, Lower the Doctor down," said the Major introducing herself as she entered the room. Sergeant Sykes released the break on the windlass crank allowing Dr. Parchai to crash to the floor. Sergeant Sykes turned the handle several times hauling the Doctor back up to a standing position. She spun the handle to where the doctor was left standing on the floor with his arms stretched tightly over his head.

"Why am I here? Where's Soraya and my daughters?" said Dr. Parchai.

"They are being interrogated by members of my staff," said the Major.

"If any harm comes to them, I'll," said Dr. Parchai.

"You'll what, steal an M1-Abrahms tank and run over my Humvee. Let's set matters straight. The only way you and your family are going to get out of here in one piece is to tell me what I want to know."

"What could I know? I'm a doctor not a political person. My wife and I stay out of politics."

"You have a brother and I want to know where he is," said the Major.

"I have no idea where Kamal is. I support the Coalition's efforts to bring democracy to Iraq. I am a man of peace. Please let me and my family go," said Dr. Parchai.

"You can be out of here in ten minutes if you tell me where Kamal is hiding," said Major Trevor.

"I swear I do not know. Why would Kamal tell me? He knows that I support the Coalition," said Dr. Parchai.

"All right, have it your way. Remove the bag so the Doctor can see what he is dealing with," said Major Trevor. Major Trevor lit a cigarette and relaxed as Lt. Calley pulled the cloth sack off Dr. Parchai's head. She waited a few seconds as Dr. Parchai's eyes darted between the three women dressed in leather. A look of both fear and despair came over his features.

"These are three members of my staff. Lt. Calley, Sgt. Sykes and Corporal Roberts. This is your last chance to tell me what I want to know before I turn you over to them," said Major Trevor.

"I have no knowledge of my brother's location," said Dr. Parchai.

"Lt. Calley, let's start with a little gender bending," said the Major. "Shave him."

Corporal Roberts ran a basin of warm water from a nearby sink. Lt. Calley handed the others a disposable razor. The Corporal wet a towel and used it to wet the Doctor's pubic region. Next, she filled her palm with a shaving gel and applied it to the Doctor's groin. As the Corporal worked the lather around the Doctor's penis, his cock stirred.

"He's enjoying having his pecker lathered," commented Sergeant Sykes.

"Ever had your nuts shaved, Doctor," asked the Major?

"Please stop, I know nothing," pleaded the Doctor.

"Always a first time," commented the Major taking a draw on her cigarette.

The three soldiers went to work with the razors on the Doctor's balls and pubic region.

"You're not very hairy for an Arab," noted the Major. "Bend him over and shave his asshole."

The rope was lowered enough to allow the doctor to bend double. Sgt. Sykes separated the Doctor's buttocks as Corporal Roberts shaved the cleft. The Corporal quickly shaved the Doctor's buttocks.

"Done," said the Lieutenant wiping down the shaved areas with a clean towel.

"Nice job," said the Major as she stood up and walked over to the Doctor and took his cock in her hand and stroked it.

"Tell me where Kamal is and we stop," said the Major stroking the Doctor's cock.

"I don't know," whined Doctor Parchai.

"I'll suck your dick if you give us Kamal. I'll get right down on my knees and suck your pecker till you blow your load. That'd be something to tell your grandchildren. How an American Major swallowed your load," said the Major vigorously stroking the Doctor's cock.

"I don't know," said Doctor Parchai.

"Does Soraya shave her pussy? I shave mine," asked the Major.

"No, she does not," said the Doctor unable to prevent his erection from growing as the Major stroked him.

"The next time you see her, I bet her snatch is as smooth as a baby's butt."

"Leave my wife and children alone. They know nothing," said Dr. Parchai.

"I would guess that right about now, Captain Darcy has removed every hair from her pussy. She's bald as you are. You can go home and eat her hairless cunt right now if you tell me what I know."

"I don't know where Kamal is," cried the Doctor.

"Are you into cross dressing?"

"No, Muslims do not engage in such practices. They are the corrupt and decadent practices of the Americans," said Dr. Parchai defiantly.

"Let's make a girl of the good doctor so he can see what he's been missing," said Major Trevor as she sat back down to watch.

Lt. Calley walked over to an equipment locker and removed a lacy white garter belt. The Major fitted it around Dr. Parchai's waist as the other dominatrices slip a pair of sheer white hose with a wide top containing a decorative bow up the doctor's legs. They carefully attached the garter belt suspenders to the top of the hose. The Lt. rummaged around in the locker before selecting a pair of French cut panties that had a slit in the front. She handed them to the Sergeant who slid them up the thighs of the Doctor. She grabbed his cock and pulled it through the front slit and stroke his it. The Doctor sense of humiliation had never known anything like this. These Americans were the depraved instruments of Satan himself decided the Doctor.

"These should fit," said Lt. Calley handing Sgt. Sykes a pair of three-inch pumps.

"What do you think?" asked the Sergeant turning Dr. Parchai around once they were done. His pink hairless cock poked through the slit of his panty.

"So far so good, let's get some pictures for the folks back home," said Major Trevor.

Lt. Calley removed a Nikon digital camera from the locker and pressed the on button. The Lieutenant walked around Dr. Parchai capturing 8.1 mega pixel images.

"We're going to email these and any others images we take to the sheik of your tribe. That's Sheik Muhammad Al-Rashad. Much to our surprise he has an email address. And to think your village was so proud of you. You became a respected doctor and you have a reputation as a devout Muslim. After they see these, they'll think you're some kind of queer," said the Major.

"What next, Major?" asked Lt. Calley.

"Let's complete the feminization of Dr. Parchai. I'm curious how he turns out," said Major Trevor.

"Hold still, I'd hate to smear your lipstick," said Sgt. Sykes.

"No," said Dr. Parchai turning his head to the side.

"Twist his nuts," said the Major.

Sgt. Sykes took a firm grip on Dr. Parchai's balls and rotated them through a full turn. Dr. Parchai opened his mouth and screamed as the pain signals from his groin reached his brain.

"Are you going to hold still or do you want the Sergeant to twist them off?" asked the Major.

"I'll be still," said Dr. Parchai desperate to avoid the pain from his tortured gonads.

"Cinnamon Breeze is your color," said Sgt. Sykes admiring the result.

In a few minutes the three soldiers had applied full make-up to the Doctor. Lt. Calley had selected a matching bra and falsies from the equipment locker. After the bra was in place, they placed a black curly wig on Dr. Parchai's head and styled it.

"Shoot another memory stick of images," directed Major Trevor.

"You're not too bad as a girl," said the Major as Lt. Calley worked the camera. The Major leaned forward and kissed the Doctor on the lips.

"Want to fuck? Give me what I want and you can fuck all four of us. We'll go back to my quarters and get naked. We'll suck your cock; clean out your asshole with our tongues. Sgt. Sykes is into water sports. She'll let you piss in her mouth. Won't you Sergeant?" said the Major as she ran her tongue over Doctor Parchai's ear.

"Fucking right I will. I'll wrap my lips around your dick and swallow every drop," said Sgt. Sykes.

"Let's finish him up, I mean her up," said Major Trevor when Lt. Calley had captured the images.

Sgt. Sykes forced Dr. Parchai to step into a short white skirt. The hem ended two inches above the top of his hose and the waist settled on the Doctor's hips below his navel. A matching white belly shirt barely covered his chest and exposed his navel.

"Finishing touches," said Lt. Calley clipping a pair of dangling earrings to Dr. Parchai's lobes. The Lieutenant slipped several bracelets onto the Doctor's wrists and fastened a gaudy necklace around his neck.

"Well, what do you think?" asked Major Trevor turning Dr. Parchai toward the mirror.

"May Allah strike you dead for this," said Dr. Parchai looking with horror and disgust at his image in the mirror.

"He may well do that before this war is over; but too late for you and your family. What do you think, Lieutenant?" asked the Major.

"If I ran into her in a pickup bar and it was late and I was drunk, I'd be interested," said Lt. Calley.

"Let's add a beauty mark,' said Major Trevor selecting a tiny heart from the cosmetics kit and adhering it to Dr. Parchai's cheek.

"Now, you can poise for us," said Major Trevor.

Over the next several minutes, the soldiers placed Dr. Parchai in any number of suggestive poses. They forced him to stick his tongue and rear out. They took several up skirt photo. There were several shots of him with a raised skirt fisting his cock.

"We're going to make you a photo album and give it to your mother and father," said Major Trevor when they were done.

"They will know you forced me to do this," said Dr. Parchai.

"Yes they will but they will still look at the pictures. When they pass you on the street, they'll say, 'There goes Dr. Parchai. The Americans dressed him up as a female prostitute and took his picture.' This is your last chance before we show you off to your fellow Iraqis. Where is Kamal?" asked the Major.

"I would tell you if I knew," said Dr. Parchai.

"All right, let's take the good doctor to Cell Block 14 and let him meet his public," said Major Trevor.

Minutes later, Dr. Parchai entered a large round room. The perimeter of the space was lined with dozens of cells crammed with Iraqi prisoners. There was a raised platform in the center of the room constructed of plywood. There was a buzz of voices from the cells.

"Listen up, everyone. This is Dr. Azul Parchai. He asked Allah to make him into a girl and the Coalition obliged," said Major Trevor grabbing a bullhorn from one of the MPs and making an announcement.

Sexual abuse and torture by female soldiers of Military Intelligence was a daily occurrence. It was the only diversion for the prisoners other than at night when the MPs would take a few prisoners out of their cell and amuse themselves. But the MPs lacked imagination and costumes. The MPs idea of fun was forcing the male prisoners to suck each other's cocks or hauling one of the female prisoners out for a gang rape.

The day before, the Major had brought a badly beaten female reputed to be a former mistress of Saddam Hussein to Cell Block 14. Several of the prisoners recognized the woman in spite of her ruined face. The prisoners had watched as the woman was mounted by several of the American guard dogs. Her piteous cries as she was forced to suck the dog's cock before being sodomised amused the prison population for almost an hour.

There was a murmur of anticipation from the prisoners as the three dominatrices pushed Dr. Parchai forward. The high heels gave him a wobbly walk. The Iraqi men verbally expressed their contempt for any man that would dress as a woman. The cells were populated with the dregs of Iraqi society. Robbers, car jackers rapists, and murderers along with drug dealers lined the walls. Several cells contained male and female prostitutes.

Lt. Calley helped Dr. Parchai to climb on to the raised platform. Sgt. Sykes and Corporal Roberts took their places along side the Doctor.

"Last chance, where's Kamal. Your wife and daughter have already given him up. We're just looking for confirmation," whispered Major Trevor.

"I do not know,' said Dr. Parchai.

"Butt fuck him," said Major Trevor.

Dr. Parchai was forced into the tabletop position. He found himself weeping as he felt his skirt being lifted and his panty pushed aside to expose his anus. He tried to mentally wall out the hundreds of eyes watching his humiliation as he felt the column of latex land on his bottom. He squirmed as Lt. Calley applied a small amount of lubricant to his anus then used her finger to work it into his rectum.

"Down boy," said Sgt. Sykes putting her boot on his shoulder to force his face to the plywood floor.

Lt. Calley worked the head of the Stars and Stripes into Dr. Parchai's anus. The Doctor cried out as he felt the thick column slide several inches into his rectum. The Doctor took a deep breath in an attempt to control the pain. A loud moan escaped his lips as the dildo slid deeper. The pain was intense as his bowels were stretched wide. The girth of the dildo was at least several inches greater than his rectum.

Prisoners in the cells called out for the Lieutenant to bury the dildo in the Doctor's. bowels. Several of the prisoners had their cocks out masturbating as they watched. Finally the Lieutenant's crotch reached Dr. Parchai's buttocks. Lt. Calley began a vigorous stroking as Dr. Parchai clinched his fists. He looked at a nearby cell and saw that the inhabitants were pointing at him and laughing. He looked back at Major Trevor and saw she was holding a large professional looking video camera. Tears came to his eyes as he realized his sodomization was being recorded and that the heartless American Major would distribute it to the members of the Iraqi National Congress who in turn would make sure that all Iraqis would witness his shame. At that moment, Doctor Parchai broke.

"Stop, for the love of Allah, I'll tell you where Kamal is," screamed Dr. Parchai.

Immediately, Major Trevor stepped forward and knelt by the Doctor. A raucous cry of disapproval arose from the cells. Lt. Calley held her position with the dildo fully embedded in Dr. Parchai's rectum.

"Where's Kamal?" asked the Major kneeling by the Doctor and whispering in his ear.

"He's in our cousin's home, outside of Karbala," said Dr. Parchai.

"What's the name of your cousin?"

" Muhammad Al-Kuuzaai, he lives on the main road leading into Karbala," said Dr. Parchai. "Muhammad Al-Kuuzaai is well known. Ask anyone."

"Excellent, Lt. Calley remove the dildo from Dr. Parchai's asshole," said Major Trevor hurrying off to see the Colonel.

"What should we do with the prisoner?" asked Lt. Calley.

"Until we can confirm his information, put him in that cell," said the Major pointing to a nearby cell filled to bursting with rapists.

The Major ignored the screams of Dr. Parchai as she walked back to her office talking on the radio to the strike team headed toward Karbala. She did glance back over her shoulder and saw that the prisoners had torn the doctor's skirt off. This time there was a real cock in his ass and another in his mouth.

Chapter 4 – Interrogation of Soraya

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"It's an honor to meet you, Dr. Parchai. I'm Captain Betty Darcy, actually its Elisabeth but everyone calls me Betty. Can I call you Soraya?" said Captain Elisabeth Darcy as Soraya entered Interrogation Room 9 under the watchful eye of two MPs.

"You are my captors. You can call me what you wish," said Soraya.

"Corporal, you can leave Dr. Parchai with us. We'll take good care of her," said Captain Darcy. There was a moment of silence as the guards removed the standard wrist and ankle chains from their prisoner.

"Are you a doctor?" said Soraya observing that Captain Darcy was dressed in a surgical gown.

"No, but I sure hope to be one someday. The Army will pay for me to go to medical school provided I sign up for a five-year hitch after I complete my residency. Please take all your clothes off," said Captain Darcy.

"My clothes?"

"Yes, your clothes all of them."

"No."

"No is just not going to work, Soraya. I'm trying to extend you some professional courtesy here. But if you want to make it difficult, Corporal Sanders and Private Butterworth will take them off for you. Either way you wind up naked. So let's cooperate and make it easier on everyone. We're all women here and made the same."

"All right," said Soraya after a moment's hesitation. The private and the corporal were large powerfully built women. Soraya realized that resistance was futile. She discarded the scarf she wore when she traveled outside her home. It was more out of respect for her husband than religious conviction. She stepped out of her shoes and began to unbutton the front of her long dress.

"Where are my husband and daughters?" said Soraya as she slipped the dress off her shoulders.

"Somewhere around here talking to our people. They're being looked after," said Captain Darcy.

"My youngest is only fourteen. I would like for her to be with me," said Soraya.

"Fourteen, that's such a challenging age, right on the verge of becoming a woman but still very much a girl," said the Captain philosophically.

"Safia is just a child. She is very devout unlike her sister and myself," said Soraya hesitating a moment before removing her brassiere. "Everything you said?"

"Yes, everything, that's our rule," said Captain Darcy. "You say you're not all that devout well neither am I although I was raised strict Southern Baptist, First Baptist Church of Macon, Georgia. We were what you called foot-washing Baptists."

"Are you going to torture me?" said Soraya.

"You certainly come to the point and I like that in a woman and a doctor. As a matter of fact we are although how much depends on you. Help Soraya up on the table," said Captain Darcy to the enlisted personnel.

Soraya shrugged her shoulders in resignation as the enlisted women dressed also in surgical garb helped her to climb up on the stainless steel table. For the last few months, there had been rumors of the monstrous acts being performed on Iraqis at Abu Ghabir. Soraya had not believed them. She had attributed them to the vicious propaganda of the Islamic fundamentalist. Now she found herself face to face with her smiling torturer and she realized the rumors were true.

"I know nothing of interest to the Coalition," said Soraya as the nurses used belting to strap her tightly to the table. Soraya shuddered as they fitted her legs into the stirrups and adjusted them so her legs were spread widely apart.

"I read that you studied in the United States," said Captain Darcy placing a wet towel on Soraya's pubic area.

"In Boston at Harvard Medical," said Soraya.

"You must be smart to have gotten in there. I could only hope," said Captain Darcy rapidly sniping Soraya's long and curly pubic hair with a barber's scissors.

"What are you doing?" asked Soraya. Soraya knew the answer but asked anyway. What was happening to her seemed so outlandish and absurd she expected to wake up any moment and find that she had been dreaming.

"Getting ready to shave your pussy, Iraqi women aren't into removing their body hair like we do in the US. The last lady we had in here had never shaved her underarms or her sex. She had what the men call a full bush. We took some pictures before we shaved her."

"What did you do with the pictures?" asked Soraya.

"Emailed them to my family back in Macon. They're very interested in Iraq and its people. I see you shave your armpits," said Captain Darcy.

"Yes, I started that when I was studying in your country," said Soraya.

"It does make for better feminine hygiene. But not all Iraqi women are identical. Last week I operated on the lady that used to read the news on your television the one everyone said was one of Saddam's mistresses. She was a shaver. Actually, she was a waxer. You ever had your pubic hairs waxed?"

"No," said Soraya.

"Hurts like hell but it works."

"Most of we ladies that work with the Major shave except for Captain Tremblay. The Captain's got the prettiest red hair and green eyes. She shaves her pussy in the shape of a heart, that's right, a big red Valentine heart," said Captain Darcy as she finished with the scissors and squirted a handful of shaving lather into her hand from an aerosol can.

"What do you want to know?"

"The location of your brother-in-law, Kamal," said Captain Darcy passing the razor back and forth.

"I don't know where Kamal is," said Soraya.

"You have a mighty hairy little butt hole, Soraya, does your husband like it that way?"

"Oh God, please stop," said Soraya as she felt the razor pass lightly over the skin surrounding her anus.

"Don't be such a baby. I'm not going to hurt you yet," said Captain Darcy.

"What are you doing?"

"Carefully removing all the body hair from your pubic region. You'll be bald as an American porn star when I'm done. American men prefer their pussy hairless. Corporal Sanders show Soraya how her pussy is going to look."

Soraya looked to the side as one of the enlisted personnel pushed her fatigue trousers down to reveal a completely hairless sex.

"On the other hand I leave a rattail," said Captain Darcy standing beside the Corporal and dropping her fatigues. Soraya looked at the thin vertically elongated rectangle of pubic hair directly above the Corporal's clit. Come over her Private and show the Doctor your pussy," said Captain Darcy.

The tall black female moved beside the other two women dropping her fatigue pants. A small ring of black curly hair surrounded her sex.

"Afro-American women do not have as much pubic hair as Caucasians especially if the white girl is of Mediterranean origin, like from Italy," said Captain Darcy.

Soraya looked at the three women standing beside the operating table with a mixture of fear and disgust. She was finding it hard to believe that the awful rumors she had heard about Abu Ghraib were true. Male and female prisoners had reported being subjected to sexual abuse and humiliation on Al Jazeera but Soraya had refused to believe those accounts.

"All done," said Captain Darcy finishing up with the razor and wiping down Soraya's sex with a warm wet rag. Next she patted the area dry then applied a lotion.

Soraya tried to ignore the Captain's hand as it massaged the most sensitive part of her sex.

"Stop," whispered Soraya as the Captain's hand rubbed her clitoris.

"Did I mention to you that we are lesbians?" asked Captain Darcy.

"No, don't do that," said Soraya.

"You got a nice pussy. Have you ever been with a woman?" asked Captain Darcy.

"No, never," said Soraya firmly.

"Well, today's your day and we're going to make a whole bunch of digital images of you engaged in lesbian sex. Do you mom and daddy have an email address?"

"No, you wouldn't do that."

"If they don't the Major will see that they are posted on the Abu Ghraib WEB site that we are putting together," said Captain Darcy unbuttoning her shirt. "Corporal, Private, it's time for some fun."

Soraya watched the three female soldiers undress. In a matter of moments, they were naked except for their combat boots. One of the soldiers went over to an equipment cabinet and removed a digital camera mounted on a tripod.

"8.1 mega pixel Nikon," said Captain Darcy who had returned to the space between Soraya 's legs and started stroking Soraya's clit. "It's got great resolution and a 5:1 zoom lens that will take you right inside a pussy."

"I don't know where Kamal is. I'd tell you if I did," whined Soraya.

"Take a couple of the Doctor lying there naked," said Captain Darcy stepping back.

Soraya tried to think of other things as Private took a dozen images of her. This is the first time that someone has taken an image of my naked body. Soraya thought back to when she was a resident at Lahey Clinic and she had an affair with an intern. He had wanted to take some Polaroids of her lying naked on his bed but she had refused. She had broken off the affair shortly after that.

"No," screamed Soraya as she felt someone's tongue lick her clitoris.

Soraya with great effort looked down at the top of the Corporal's head between her legs. Soraya shuddered as Captain Darcy leaned over to take one of her nipples in her mouth. The camera flash signaled that the Private was making images of what they were doing to her. Soraya closed her eyes attempting to shut out what was happening to her.

My husband's family will disown me and have me killed if they ever see these images. My god what are they doing to Azul, Nadia, and Safia, my poor husband and daughters. Soraya felt something wet on her chest and opened her eyes to see Captain Darcy writing something on her bare chest with a Magic Marker.

"What is that?" said Soraya.

"It reads I am the Prophet's Whore in Arabic," said Captain Darcy who finished up the writing on Soraya's chest and moved to her abdomen. "And this one reads I suck Muhammad's cock."

"You are the most vile and evil people on this earth. Where is Azul? Where are Nadia and Safia?"

"Azul is with the Major, Safia is being interrogated by Captain Caldwell and Nadia is with Lt. Roberts," said Captain Darcy standing aside so the Private can shoot images of Soraya's annotated flesh.

"Now where is your brother-in-law?" said Captain Darcy walking over to a table and picking up a cone shaped butt plug with a max four-inch diameter.

"I don't know," screamed Soraya.

"Let's widen her sphincter,' said Captain Darcy handing the butt plug and a tube of lubricant to the Corporal.

Soraya thought she would go out of her mind with pain when the Corporal began forcing the butt plug past her anus. Its pointed ring easily penetrated her tightly puckered hole but it took real effort for the Corporal to push the large end of the cone past. Soraya screamed in pain, as her anal ring was stretched. She screamed even louder when the widest part slipped past her sphincter allowing it to contract around the narrow base of the handle .The pressure inside her rectum of a full four inches of latex was mind numbing.

"Hurts like hell, if you're not used to it," commented Captain Darcy.

"I can't stand it. Take it out," pleaded Soraya grimacing in agony. Veins had become visible in her forehead and temples as she fought to control the pain.

"Now for your vagina," said Captain Darcy handing the Corporal a dildo that was modeled after a Hollywood porn star famed for the size of his cock. A year ago, he had allowed the staff of a City of Industry manufacturing plant to make a latex model of his cock. His oversized cock rendered in latex had become a best seller in adult stores.

Soraya watched as Captain Darcy first coated the dildo with a lubricant then forced the head into Soraya's vagina.

"This is going to hurt," said Captain Darcy pushing hard on the base of the dildo.

A long plaintive wail escaped Soraya's lips as the dildo disappeared into her vagina.

"Oh fuck," screamed Soraya.

"It seems our good Muslim girl does know a few American swear words," commented Captain Darcy.

"Her coochie will take a month to snap back," commented Private Butterworth.

"Her butthole will not close either," said Corporal Sanders.

"Corporal, you work the dildos while I get some oral action," said Captain Darcy climbing up on the table positioning her pussy over Soraya's mouth.

"Lick my cunt, Soraya," said Captain Darcy.

"No," said Soraya.

"If you don't, I'll pull all of your teeth out," said Captain Darcy.

Soraya was too frightened to do anything but stick her tongue out and lap at Captain Darcy's clitoris.

"That's good, Soraya, just like I like it," said Captain Darcy.

The flash of the camera informed Soraya that there would be pictures of her performing lesbian sex on the captain. Her only hope of having a life would be to leave Iraq immediately after they were released.

Soraya grunted as the Corporal fucked her with the dildo. Each time the dildo slammed into her cervix she felt intense pain.

"You're killing me," whispered Soraya.

"Tell us where your brother-in-law is and it will be over. You can go home with your family. We'll destroy the digital images. No one will ever see them," said Captain Darcy slowly riding Soraya's mouth.

"I don't know anything," said Soraya.

After some time, Captain Darcy climbed off Soraya. She walked over to a Tuttnauer autoclave and turned it on. She returned to Soraya holding a small bottle. The Captain opened the bottle and began to paint its content over Soraya's lower abdomen and pubic region. The Captain instructed the Corporal to remove the dildo and the butt plug.

"Take a few inner cavity shots," said Captain Darcy to Private Butterworth.

"You can see a good six inches up her asshole,' said Private Butterworth as the camera flash lit up the inside of Soraya's rectum.

"What's that?" said Soraya recognizing the smell of antiseptic.

"Antiseptic, we're getting you ready for a full hysterectomy," said Captain Darcy.

"You're insane,' said Soraya.

"Insane or not, I've done this operation over forty-seven times. I admit the first five women died but after I figured out what I was doing wrong, everyone has lived."

"I don't need a hysterectomy," said Soraya.

"That's irrelevant,' said Captain Darcy. "Have you ever performed a hysterectomy?"

"Yes."

"This will be different. There won't be any anesthesia," said Captain Darcy.

"I could go into shock and die," said Soraya.

"Unlikely, but possible. After I open you up, I'll start with your ovaries and fallopian tubes. I'll cut out an organ at a time until you tell me where Kamal is. After I remove your cervix and womb, I'll close you back up. If you still haven't told me where Kamal is. I'll perform a clitectomy and remove your labia major and labia minor. You won't be a woman after I'm done," said Captain Darcy as she picked up a scalpel off a tray she'd removed from the autoclave.

"That's the most barbaric and savage thing I've ever heard of. You are not human," said Soraya tears running down her face.

"Last chance?" said Captain Darcy bringing the scalpel down to an inch below Soraya's navel.

"Kamal is with his cousin, Muhammad Al-Kuuzaai. His home is outside Karbala," blurted out Soraya.

"Describe the home," said Captain Darcy.

"It's the biggest home in the neighborhood. It's got a fence around it and there are columns out front. Muhammad is wealthy. He exports pistachio nuts to Europe. There is a hiding place under the floor in the hallway. It's under a carpet. If Kamal hears you coming, he will hide in there."

"Excellent, Soraya, why didn't you tell us all that to start with. It would have saved you a whole lot of pain and embarrassment," said Captain Darcy.

"Let us go now," said Soraya. "I've told you what I know."

"I have to confer with the Major," said Captain Darcy leaving the room.

Several minutes later, the Captain returned. "

"Get her up and dressed," said the Captain.

"What's going to happen to me?" said Soraya.

"They're going to take you to your husband," said Captain Darcy.

"And my daughters," asked Soraya.

"They're fine. Captain Caldwell has taken a liking to Safia. She's in the Captain's quarters as we speak. She's safer there."

"Nadia?"

"Being questioned by Lt. Roberts. They seem to be getting along fine too. Nadia's quite western in her outlook," said Captain Darcy. Don't worry you'll all be back together soon. We need to confirm what you told us."

Soraya walked between the enlisted soldiers to another part of the prison. When she rounded a corner she saw she was in a circular cellblock that contained a wooden platform in the middle of the room. The individual cells were packed with prisoners. There seemed to be some kind of commotion in the cell that she was being lead toward. An MP with a guard dog swung the cell door open.

"You can't put me in there," screamed Soraya seeing that the prisoners were male and looked to be the worst kind of criminals.

Soraya tried to hold on to the bars to prevent being placed in that cell but the soldiers easily overpowered her efforts. As she was thrown into the waiting arms of the prisoners who immediately began to grab at her clothes she saw her husband on one of the bunks being doubly sodomised.

"Azul," she screamed as they drug her toward him.

Chapter 5 – Interrogation of Nadia

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"Just leave her for Christ sakes. I'll take care of her," Lt. Wynona Roberts said to the two soldiers that 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. The Lieutenant quickly stood up and walked over to sign the form that 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 that the girl's jeans were tight and hugged her buttocks.

Shit thought the Lieutenant she does look sweet. If that 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 an American dick in her orifices.

Lt. Roberts was twenty-three but looked much younger. She was a small compact woman with short 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 that her job frequently involved having sex with the girls. She had quite a collection of videos in her quarters of what occurred in some of her more interesting interrogations.

"Paperwork, the Army loves its paperwork," said Lt. Roberts examining the form in her hand.

"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.

"Thank you," said Nadia rubbing her wrists.

"Have a seat. They feel you up on the way over?" said Lt. Roberts.

"Yes."

"Bastards, they don't grab a guy by his ass 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.

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.

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

"Pepsi Lemon Twist."

"Here, I'm Lt. Wynona Roberts, call me Wynona," said the Lieutenant handing the can of soda to Nadia.

"Nadia Parchai," said the girl.

"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.

"Not the greatest, huh? I've heard that Iraqi fathers go crazy if one of their daughters even talks to a boy."

"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."

"You're shitting me. I'd heard these stores 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."

"It is very difficult to be a young Arab girl," said Nadia.

"You got a boyfriend?"

"Rashad, he's not really a boyfriend. We just see each other when we get a chance."

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

"Muhammad and I kiss but it is very dangerous for us,' said Nadia.

"Can't imagine what's it 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.

"You got any sisters or brothers?"

"Only a sister, Safia, she's three years younger."

"Do you and Safia get along?"

"She's very religious, always reading the Quran and quoting it to me," said Nadia blowing out a large puff to express her displeasure.

"I had a younger sister 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?"

"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.

"Oh that 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.

"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."

"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 that'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 that was my hair," said Lt. Roberts pushing her hand through Nadia's black hair. "And lovely breasts. Men in America would love to get their hands on those."

"For a while I thought I would be flat chested like Mother 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?"

"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 do that," said Nadia taking another draw off the joint.

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

"Show me yours. You've seen mine," said Lt. Roberts.

Nadia 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?"

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 that there was a small gold ring piercing the tissue immediately over her clitoris.

"That is just so terrific," 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.

"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 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 sex. In a matter of less than two minutes, Nadia experienced an orgasm.

"Ah, that was nice," said the Lieutenant. "Let's get naked and use the couch. I'll lock the door."

I can always tell my parents that the Americans forced me thought Nadia as she kicked off her sandals 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.

***

"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 interrogation room's two way mirror. The sound of moans and sighs from the intercom filled the room.

"Wynona is a fucking genius when it comes to seduction. I know someone who knew her at Arizona State. My friend said she used to hang out at places where high school kids went and pick up femmes. Once, she went over to Wynona's apartment and there was an eight grader in bed with her," 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 forty 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.

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

"Remember the girl that Special Ops brought in from Takrit. They thought she might have a lead on Saddam himself. Her father was an 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.

***

"That was my Major. There's a party in Captain Caldwell's room 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.

"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 we 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 the Major ending the call.

"I've got to go report to the Colonel," said the Major 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 the party," said the Major as she left.

Chapter 6 – Shower Room

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"Where are you taking us?" Soraya asked the MP who was escorting her and Azul down a corridor of the Abu Ghabir prison. Cells filled with prisoners lined their path. The stench of unwashed bodies and sewerage was almost overpowering. The MP's black German shepherd occasionally stuck his nose into Azul or Soraya's butt crack as they walked along further terrifying the two. Both Azul and Soraya were frightened of the large powerful animal and put up with his invasions of their person without protest

"You're going to see Major Trevor. We're putting your husband on a bus out of here," said the MP. "But first we're going to let you shower. The Major wants you cleaned up. Racal here thinks you need a shower too. You smell pretty gamy. Don't they boy?" Rascal barked in response.

Soraya and Azul were both naked. The rapists had ripped off their clothes. Male prisoners were yelling obscenities at Soraya. She'd spent two hours in the rapist's cell along with her husband being assaulted in every possible manner by other Iraqis. They'd been placed side-by-side on cots their shoulders almost touching to increase the sense of shared humiliation. A sneering Iraqi had held her legs over her head bending her double so his fellows could enter her pussy or ass. Azul had been fucked in the ass in the same fashion.

It had been Soraya's first experience of anal intercourse and the initial penetration had been painful. She had begged the rapist to screw her vagina instead. He had obligingly switched to her cunt for a few strokes then returned to her rectum causing her once more to scream. After the first time anal had become less hurtful and before her gang rape was over, she didn't care what hole the rapist was using.

Soraya glanced at her husband walking beside her. She knew that in the eyes of Azul she was a ruined woman, damaged goods that had been forever defiled. He could never look at her again without recalling her in that cell with two cocks inside her.

Soraya agreed with the MP about the shower. There was dried semen in her hair and face. Her rapists had not bathed in days if not weeks. One of the harder things to endure was the smell of their foul breaths and having them put their tongues in her mouth. Several times, they had forced her jaws open and spit in her mouth then forced her to swallow. Soraya could feel semen leaking out of her anus and vagina as she walked along. The prospect of a warm cleansing shower was not unwelcome.

The MP Sergeant had stood outside the rape cell giving directions to the prisoners who seemed eager to do as the Americans bid. Soraya and Azul were slapped repeatedly if they did not quickly comply with their rapist's directions. When Azul had first refused to provide oral sex, one of the rapists had grabbed Azul's gonads and twisted them as he tauntingly lead him screaming around the cell. Azul had fallen to his knees after that and accepted the man's cock in his mouth.

Azul had never remotely contemplated the day when he would be laying beside his wife listening to her groan as a fellow Iraqi forced his cocks into her vagina or ass. Both had been made to kneel and suck the penises of other prisoners. For the first time in his life, Azul had swallowed semen. Every effort had been made to degrade the two of them. The rapists had even played games with them taking their cocks out of Azul's asshole and making Soraya suck them and even reversing the procedure making Azul suck a cock that had just been jerked from Soraya's anus.

"Taste Azul's shit," taunted the Iraqis as Soraya was made to take filthy cocks stained with Azul's feces in her mouth.

Azul had been made to perform cunnilingus on Soraya's semen filled vagina. The MP had made reference to something called an American cream pie. Soraya's face was presented with Azul's red and swollen anus and forced to lick and suck the brownish semen slowly oozing from his sphincter. They had been too terrified to resist. All the while American MPs had stood outside the cell laughing. Several female MPs had come by and watched shouting encouragement to the Iraqis. The inhabitants of the cell were criminals and thugs from Baghdad's Sadr City slum. They had been promised an early release and better treatment if they did as instructed by the MPs.

Azul was so exhausted and sore he was finding it painful to walk. He held his wife's hand as they wearily trudged between the cells ignoring the random calls for Soraya to suck cock or get fucked in the ass.

She has always been the strong one acknowledged Azul as he walked beside Soraya. She endured the rapes better than me. Still how can I live with the shame of what happened to her. She has been defiled. No man would blame me for divorcing her. I am a wealthy man. I can find a new wife who is pure and a virgin.

"We can tell no one what happened to us," whispered Azul to his wife wishing to avoid a scandal that would prevent him from obtaining a new wife.

"Yes, we will keep quiet. No one will know," said Soraya understanding that to her traditionalist husband the shame and humiliation of others knowing was much worse than the rape itself. She also knew that she now had a problem with her marriage that would never go away.

"Why am I being allowed to leave but not my wife?" said Azul gathering enough courage to ask a question.

"Those are the Major's orders. That's all I know. The Major's partial to women. Maybe she wants your wife for a sleep over," laughed the MP.

"Where are our daughters, Nadia and Safia?" asked Soraya.

"They're with the Major. I've been instructed to inform you that the sooner you follow instructions and do as you are told the sooner you will be with them. If you refuse, you're going to spend the night in that cell you just left," said the MP.

"I want to stay with my wife," said Azul once again speaking up.

"You have two choices, Doctor Parchai. You can shower, dress, and take the bus out of here or you can go back to that cell for another round of butt fucking and cock sucking. What's it going to be?" said the MP.

"My husband will be leaving. I will stay and do as the Major wants," said Soraya.

"But Soraya, I should stay and you should go," said Azul.

"Quit being difficult, Azul. I will see to the girls. You go home. I will be along shortly," said Soraya. "Besides we have no choice."

"Listen to the wife, Doctor. Go home, kick back, drink a beer, turn on TV, watch a little Al-Jereza and forget it ever happened," said the MP as they arrived at the large communal shower room in the NCO barracks of the MP battalion.

. The shower room was crowded with naked men and women showering together. The women looked to be Iraqi or American and the men were American. One of the American women was sitting on the steps giving herself a douche from a squeeze bottle of liquid. A case of the douche was sitting on a nearby shelf. Soraya marveled that a woman could nonchalantly perform this most private and personal act in front of others.

In the heat and steam of the shower, the women and men were engaged in a variety of sexual practices. A tall black female was kneeling before two black males alternating her mouth between their cocks.

"My but you can suck a brother's dick, Kendra. Who taught you how to give head?" said one of the males.

"My older brothers started me when I was ten," replied the kneeling woman.

"This is how we relax after a hard day of guarding you guys," said the MP explaining what Azul and Soraya were facing.

Soraya saw that there was a young Iraqi girl she recognized impaled on the cock of an Afro-American soldier. Her legs were wrapped around his waist and she was enthusiastically raising and lowering her body allowing his long black cock to slide in and out of her vagina. Soraya could tell from the look on her face that she had been drugged. They had probably given her Ecstasy that's why she has lost all sense of decency thought Soraya. They may have done the same to Nadia and Safia.

I must accept the fact that both of our daughters have been raped by the Americans though Soraya as she watched the girl ride the black soldier's very large cock. Still, I am a doctor and can take care of them if they are pregnant. We may have caught a venereal disease but that also can be handled. I will instruct the girls to say nothing of what happened.

"Wash each other's back,' said the MP handing Azul a bar of soap and a small bottle of shampoo. "And brush your teeth. Most of you Iraqis never heard of oral hygiene." The MP handed them a small toothbrush, paste, and floss wrapped in a clear package.

"How is she, Conway?" said the MP to the tall black man screwing the Iraqi girl.

"Alisha is a great piece of ass. Ain't you baby?" said Corporal Conway.

"I am a great piece of ass," yelled the girl enthusiastically. "I love American dick."

"What do you think they have done to Nadia and Safia?" whispered Azul to Soraya as she scrubbed his back.

"You are never to ask. I will take care of whatever needs to be taken care of," said Soraya.

"Nadia could wind up like her," said Azul referring to the girl that Corporal Conway was screwing. "She already dresses and acts like a whore. I would not be surprised if she was not a virgin."

"That could just as well be Safia. The Americans have drugs that will make you do anything. That girl, Alisha, is drugged. I recognize her. She is one of my patients. She is from a good family. Her parents are wealthy."

"Then she recognizes us," said Azul sounding alarmed.

"No, she is too much under the influence of the drugs to recognize her own mother," said Soraya.

"The Americans are truly the most evil people that have ever walked the earth," whispered Azul.

"No worse than Saddam," said Soraya running a soapy hand down the crack of Azul's ass to wash his sphincter.

"Bend over so I can wash your bottom," said Soraya.

"Here?"

"Yes, here, these people could care less what we do. It might keep you from getting infected," said Soraya. "Squat down, bend forward, and use your hands to spread your buttocks."

"How does it look?" asked Azul.

"Raw, irritated but not torn. You will be all right if you did not contact an STD," said Soraya. "When you get home, apply some ointment."

"Wash his cock too," said the MP to Soraya. "Soap that dick up and get it hard."

Soraya lathered up her husband's cock as the MP ordered. The warm water and lather combined with Soraya's stroking made Azul hard in a matter of minutes. He found himself looking at Alisha impaled on the American and became aroused.

"Look everybody. The Doctor's wife has given her husband also a doctor a hard on. Isn't that nice," said the MP in a loud voice. Everyone turned in their direction to look.

"Now that it's hard, suck it honey," said Kendra who was now standing bent over being screwed from behind as she sucked another cock. "Find you another man and get two cocks inside you."

"Listen Azul, when I bring the girls home you are not to ask anything about what happened to them. If any of our relatives ask, you are to say Nadia and Safia stayed outside of Abu Ghraib with the American female officers who treated them with respect. Understood?"

"Is that what really happened? Do you think?" said Azul his cock growing fully erect and hard as Soraya's soapy hands worked its length. Azul found himself looking around at the other women and wondering what it would be like to fuck them.

"Yes, that is what happened. Understood?" said Soraya looking her husband directly in the eye.

"I understand," said Azul. "Now kneel down and suck my dick. I need relief."

Soraya like a good wife did as she was told, although she was surprised that Azul would willingly have sex with so many others watching. She allowed the warm water to play over her body as she took Azul's cock in her mouth. Soraya massaged Azul's balls as she worked with her tongue and lips to pleasure him.

"Stand up and bend over like the American sluts so I can fuck you," ordered Azul.

"You heard your husband. Stand up and bend over, Soraya and let Azul have a piece of pussy. He's watched twenty of his countrymen screw you and he hasn't gotten any," said the MP. "He deserves a good fuck from his own wife."

Soraya used Azul's hand to pull herself erect. She turned around, widened her stance, squatted down to widen her stance and bent over placing her hands on the tile floor.

"Put it in, Azul. Screw me quickly so I can get to Nadia and Safia," said Soraya reaching between her legs to grab his rigid tool and guide it into her pussy.

Azul did as his wife instructed. When he looked around he saw that the tall black man was no longer screwing Alisha. There was a different black man pounding his cock into the girl and she was sucking the one called Conway. Azul placed his hands on his wife hips and began to screw her. Soraya pushed back each time Azul thrust forward.

She is acting like a slut thought Azul as he pounded his wife's pussy. I should never have married a woman who had been educated in the United States. All the women there are whores unfit for decent man who follows the dictates of the Prophet.

Soraya had been surprised at the vigor that Azul was showing as he pumped into her. In the last few years, Azul had shown little sexual interest in Soraya. Soraya knew that once a week her husband visited a prostitute. This was the first time she had sex with him in months.

"Hey everyone, I'm horny. Let's form a fuck line," said the MP. "Line the women up." The MP started to remove his uniform. "I can use a shower too."

"Sounds like fun," said Kendra taking a position beside Soraya. Alisha was put into place on the other side of Soraya. Soraya turned her face to look into the glazed eyes of Alisha.

"I love dick," said a stoned Alisha. "I can't get enough of it."

"Move over," said the MP to Azul indicating that he should switch to Alisha as the MP took over Soraya's rear. "I been watching your wife being humped by those thugs and I got the yin for a piece of her tail. I could tell she loved what they were doing to her. You're married to a real slut. Tell everyone you're a cock sucking slut, Soraya."

"I'm a cock sucking slut," dutifully intoned Soraya feeling the much larger hands of the American grasp her hips and pull her firmly against his cock.

"Oh fuck yes," moaned Soraya as the much larger cock of the American MP entered her cunt. Soraya looked to see that there were seven American female soldiers and two Iraqis, her and Alisha leaning over being fucked. There were more men than women so the extra men took positions at the women's front and once again Soraya found herself with two cocks inside her. She looked over to see Azul happily pounding his cock into the black female Kendra. He certainly seems to be enjoying himself thought Soraya.

One by one the men climaxed and the women were allowed to stand up. Soraya thought that they were done but the MP issued another order.

"Not all of our soldiers emptied their gun. You two get down on your hands and knees," said the MP referring to Soraya and Alisha.

"I want some pictures of this," said Kendra walking over to her bag hanging from a hook and removing a digital camera.

"Privates Rascal and Smoke need a half and half," said the MP bringing the two dogs to the front of Soraya and Alisha.

Surely they do not expect us to have sex with a dog thought Soraya. Her question was quickly answered when Alisha bent down under one of the German Shepherds and took his cock in her mouth. Soraya watched in utter disgust as this girl she knew to be from a good family behaved in such a depraved fashion. A flash of light signaled that Kendra was capturing these perverted acts with her camera.

"Suck Rascal's dick," ordered theMP.

"I won't," replied Soraya.

"You know what we did to the last Iraqi who thought she was too good to give one of our canine soldiers a little pussy," said the MP.

"No," said Soraya.

"We tied her up in the dog kennel and sprayed her with the scent of a female German shepherd in heat. We left her there overnight. Next morning the pups had not only fucked her pussy and ass until they bled, they'd chewed her ears and nose off. Now I suggest you imitate your fellow countrywoman and give Rascal a blowjob," said the MP.

Soraya leaned forward under the dog and put her mouth on his penis. Next to her, Alisha was providing Smoke a noisy and enthusiastic blowjob. Soraya wished she had some of the drugs that Alisha had used. That would make this much easier thought Soraya as she began to suck the long thing canine cock using her lips to push back the sheath covering Rascal's penis.

"Smoke's ready for some pussy," said one of the MP pulling Smoke away from Alisha's front and helping the dog to mount her.

"That's right, Smoke, here let me help you slide it in," said the handler matching Smoke's cock to the entrance of Alisha's cunt.

"It feels different. But it still feels good," yelled Alisha excitedly.

Soraya now had Rascal's cock fully extended and she was busily sucking the bitter tasting slimy cock when the MP announced that Rascal was ready to fuck her.

Soraya felt the weight of the animal as the handler placed Rascal on her back.

"You're excited. Aren't you boy? Been watching Soraya fuck all that Sadr City scum and you not get a piece. Well, here you go. Fuck her. Fuck her like she was that white shepherd you used to screw back at the training center," said the MP.

Soraya tried to let her mind and body go numb as she felt Rascal's cock enter her vagina. She glanced sideways to see that Azul was watching her. Soraya was surprised to see that he was fisting his cock. The bastard is enjoying watching me suffer the ultimate in humiliation thought Soraya. He'll probably tell his prostitute about how exciting it was when the Americans made his slut wife fuck a dog.

"Do it. Do it," screamed Alisha one hand massaging her clit as Smoke screwed her.

"Fuck my pussy, Rascal," screamed Soraya as she reached back to work her own clit. I might was well give that bastard Azul a proper show since he finds it so appealing that I am copulating with a dog.

"Kiss me," whispered Alisha turning her head toward Soraya. Soraya twisted sideways so she could put her lips against Alisha's and the two tongue kissed as they were being screwed. Soraya found herself occasionally blinded by Kendra's camera flash. Finally, both Smoke and Rascal had an orgasm and Soraya felt the inside of her vagina fill with warm canine semen.

You two get each other off with your mouths," said the MP as soon as the dogs dismounted. "Suck the dog spunk out of each other's coochie."

"I'll take the bottom,' said Alisha scooting under Soraya who had not understood what the MP meant. As Alisha got into position under her, Soraya found herself looking directly down at Alisha's pussy. Thin, almost clear semen was tricking out of Alisha's vagina. Soraya felt Alisha's tongue take a long slow lick around her clit then pass down to press into the opening of her vagina.

"Eat her pussy, Soraya," ordered the MP.

After all that she had been through, this further act of depravity didn't seem to matter. Soraya applied her mouth to Alisha's cunt. Dig cum covered her mouth when she placed her tongue in Alisha's pussy.

"Look up at the camera and smile," said Kendra.

Soraya shocked herself by looking up and smiling as the camera flashed. Soraya returned her mouth to Alisha's pussy. Soraya felt her pleasure build and sensed that Alisha's was building also.

"Stick your fingers in each other's asshole," said Kendra. "It'll get you off."

Soraya and Alisha did as instructed and within minutes Soraya and Alisha bucked and writhed together in a mutual orgasm. It was Soraya first climax of the day. The camera flash fired repeatedly as they experienced their climax.

"You girls are hot together. Most Iraqi woman are cold as ice but you two are hot," said Kendra.

"Douche the dog spunk out of your cunts," said the MP handing Soraya and Alisha each a small plastic bottle of liquid.

Soraya showered again to remove the smell of dog from her body then sat down on the steps and squeezed the liquid into her vagina.

"Towel off you two and come outside. I got your clothes," said the MP as soon as Soraya finished.

"Here," said the MP handing Azul and Soraya separate bags. Azul's contained the clothes he arrived in. But Soraya's consisted of a pair of high heels, a very short and tight spandex skirt and a top that exposed her midriff. There was no bra or panty.

"You can't wear that," said Azul picturing his wife coming home to their gossipy neighborhood dressed that way.

"This is just one more way of degrading us. I am going to put it on," said Soraya. "I want to see my daughters."

The two dressed quickly. Azul felt much better to be back in his clothes.

"How do I look?" asked Soraya.

"Like a whore, prostitute," replied Azul.

"You would know," said Soraya. There was a mirror in the dressing area. Soraya was glad she exercised and kept her figure trim. The clothes would have been scandalous in her society of friends and relatives. Azul is right thought Soraya. I do look like a prostitute.

Soraya and Azul parted a few minutes later when the MP Sergeant ordered Azul to join the line boarding the bus. Several of the men already on the bus yelled obscenities at the scantily dressed Soraya.

When Azul was on the bus looking out the window at Soraya and the MP, the Sergeant stepped behind Soraya and raised her skirt and top exposing her pussy and breasts. He openly fondled her as the bus passengers and their American guards hooted and laughed at the two. As the bus began to pull away, Azul looked back to see that his wife and the MP had embraced. They were kissing. The MP's had raised her short skirt and his large hand had a firm grasp on her naked buttock.

Chapter 7 – Detour

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"We're taking a slight detour," said the MP Sergeant releasing Soraya from his embrace.

"I'm anxious to see my daughters," said Soraya pushing down the tight spandex skirt and cotton top that the Sergeant had pushed aside so his hands could roam her nakedness. The Sergeant had deliberately exposed her to the passengers on the bus leaving Abu Ghabir. He had fondled her breasts and sex even pushing his fingers into her vagina as her husband looked on through the bus window. As the vehicle drove away, the Sergeant pulled her skirt up and grabbed her ass and kissed her lifting her off the ground.

"They're fine. Quit worrying. They're at the Major's party. The worst thing that can happen to them is that they eat a bad pussy," said the MP taking Soraya's wrist and leading her away.

If I had any doubts that my husband would divorce me, that little display at the bus stop ended them thought Soraya. Exposing me and fondling me while my husband and the other bus passengers watched was probably the last straw for Azul. He'll be happier with a wife who's an uneducated Muslim girl who never leaves the house and treats him with the respect that he thinks is his due. The Americans have wrecked my marriage but I still have two daughters and I must take care of them and keep them safe. Now this Sergeant is taking me somewhere to fuck me. I must please him so he will take me to Nadia and Safia.

"In here," said the Sergeant leading Soraya into a room containing two military style single beds. "This is my room. Get naked."

Soraya pulled the cotton top over her head and pushed the spandex skirt down then stepped out of it.

"You look pretty good for having two kids. Undress me," ordered the Sergeant.

Soraya attacked the top buttons of the fatigue shirt. As soon as it was off, the Sergeant grabbed her in his arms pulling her against his chest as he kissed her.

"Tell me you need my cock. Give me a real good fuck and I'll take you to your daughters," said the Sergeant.

"I want you to fuck me," said Soraya. "I'll do anything you want as long as help me get to them. Anything, just name it."

"Put more feeling in it. Convince me you're desperate for dick."

"Please fuck me. Put it in my mouth, pussy or asshole. Use all three of my holes. I don't care as long as you're inside me," said Soraya as she pressed her lips against the Sergeant's nipples and sucked them.

"Take my pants off," said the Sergeant.

"I can't wait to get my mouth on your big American dick," said Soraya.

Soraya quickly unbuckled his belt unfastened the snaps and pushed the zipper down. The Sergeant's hard cock fell out.

"What a beautiful cock!" exclaimed Soraya.

"My name's Steve. Tell Steve how desperate you are to suck his peter," said Steve.

"Oh Steve, I want your cock in my mouth," said Soraya sinking to her knees pressing her face against his groin.

"Lick my nuts. Suck on my balls," said Steve embedding his hands in Soraya's hair.

Soraya was surprised to find herself willingly participating in Steve's fantasy. She used her mouth and hands to work Steve's cock. In spite of the fact that he had fucked her in the shower room less than an hour ago, he was soon hard.

"Look up as you lick the cock head and smile," said Steve.

Soraya cupped his balls in one hand and used the other to point the shaft upward as she ran her tongue over the mushroom shaped cockhead. When she looked up and smiled a flash went off in her eyes. Steve was holding a tiny digital camera taking shots of her sucking his cock.

"Let's take some pics for the folks back home. I got some toys we can use as props," said Steve. "Hop upon the bed and spread your legs wide and stick your finger in your pussy and diddle your clit."

Soraya spent the next quarter hour posing for Steve. He produced a dildo and a butt plug out of a duffel bag. He instructed Soraya to use one or both of the items as he quickly took several dozen images. Soraya licked her lips and managed to smile as she looked back at the camera while plunging the dildo in her vagina and five inches of the butt plug into her asshole. Steve took a number of shots of her running her tongue over the tip of his cockhead.

Why do the Americans keep making photos of us having sex wondered Soraya. Do they know of the Quran's restrictions about images of persons and think it's just one more way to humiliate and break us or is it just part of their culture? I recall that cameras were common when I went to collage in the US. My roommate was always taking my picture.

When the camera ran out of memory, Steve set it aside and lay down on the bed beside Soraya. Soraya put her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately.

"I really want you, Steve. My husband Azul is worthless in bed. You Americans are real men and you know how to please a woman," said Soraya.

"That's right, you know what I want. Make like I'm some Arab movie star and you can't fuck me enough. I want you to get into it. I'm tired of screwing Iraqi women too scared to resist or too zonked out on drugs to know what they're doing. Tell me you love me and want me."

"I love you Steve. I love having your big cock in my pussy. Use me," breathed Soraya as she twisted her naked body against Steve's. She rubbed her breasts against his chest as she ground her pubic region against his cock.

Steve took his time kissing Soraya's mouth, neck, and breasts causing her to moan. Soraya knew enough elementary psychology to know that it was very possible for role-playing to become real to the participants. She allowed her mind to engage the situation pushing thought of resistance aside.

If he wants a great fuck I'll give it to him decided Soraya. What do I have to lose? Nothing. Azul is finished with me. What does it matter if I fuck this American with every ounce of passion I can muster. I'm just going to let go and give him the ride of his life.

Steve surprised Soraya by rolling over on top of her. His mouth went to work on her nipples.

"You have beautiful breasts," said Steve as he took her nipples in his teeth and gently tugged on them.

"That feels so good. You are a wonderful lover," said Soraya pushing her breast toward his mouth as she moved her pubic region against his hard muscular thigh.

"I'm going to eat your pussy. You want my tongue in your twat?" said Steve rising up on his forearms and looking down at Soraya.

"Oh fuck yes, I do. Lick my wet cunt," said Soraya rising up to once again kiss Steve on the lips.

Steve's mouth moved slowly down Soraya's body. He lingered at her navel tracing some circles around the depression.

"Oh that is wonderful," moaned Soraya and she meant it. Steve's tongue probed around her clitoris as his forefinger worked its way into the opening of her vagina.

May the Prophet forgive me but I have not been this aroused in years thought Soraya as she closed her eyes allowing herself to ride on the crest of a wave of pleasure. Azul had never performed cunnilingus on her. The last time a man had his mouth down there was when I was a Resident and I allowed the head of surgery to take me to an empty room and screw me. Iraqi men are lousy in bed. They never pleasure their wives using their mouths but they expect us to suck their cocks. They lie there and allow their wives or prostitutes to do all the work. The Americans may be ruthless, brutal and depraved but they know about the pleasures of the flesh.

"I'm going to cum," announced Soraya.

Soraya felt a finger enter her rectum. Two fingers were inside her vagina working her G-spot. Steve's tongue was circling her clit, occasionally flicking the tip across the sensitive nubbin of flesh.

"Go on an cum, baby. Cum for Steve. Show him what a hot bitch you are," said Steve.

For the first time in years, Soraya experienced a deep and powerful orgasm that shook her to her core. She clamped her thighs on Steve's head and squeezed to enhance the sensation.

"Please, put it in me," said Soraya as soon as her orgasm subsided, Soraya reached down to pull Steve on to her. She enjoyed the feeling of his body weight as he settled on top of her. She pushed her sex against his cock.

"Tell me you want it," whispered Steve.

"Please Steve, give me your dick. Stick it in my cunt and fuck me. I want to be taken," said Soraya.

May Allah forgive me but I really mean it realized Soraya. This man had aroused me sexually and I am his willing whore. Azul should have been satisfied with me as a wife and not sought out the company of the women in the bazaar. I can never forgive him for that. I will give myself to Steve in revenge against him.

"Oh that is wonderful. You are so large," gasped Soraya as Steve entered her.

Over the next two hours they made love in different positions. Steve ejaculated twice inside Soraya. After a short rest, they started again. Soraya surprised herself by offering Steve her asshole.

"Sodomise me, Steve, put your cock in my ass," said Soraya rolling over on her stomach and lifting her rear.

Steve then surprised Soraya by using his mouth to lubricate her anus. His tongue probed her anal ring as his fingers rubbed her clit. After his third ejaculation that spilled semen deep in her rectum, Steve announced he was done. "You've drained me dry, Soraya. I need eight hours sleep and a bowl of Wheaties before I can fuck again. Let's rest awhile."

"Sergeant Devlin," said Steve answering his cell phone. Soraya was almost asleep in his arms when the cell phone rang. She felt guilty that she had forgotten all about Nadia and Safia. She listened quietly to one side of the conversation.

"She's right here with me," said the Sergeant.

"Fucking like rabbits."

"We'll get dressed. I'll bring her right over."

"Major Trevor wants me to bring you to her quarters," said the Sergeant climbing out of bed and starting to dress.

"Nadia and Safia are with her," asked Soraya sliding the spandex skirt over her hips.

"Yes and from the sound of it, I'd say quite a party is going on," said the Sergeant.

Chapter 8 – Coalition Party

Nadia – 16 –wilder, westernized, Lt. Winona Roberts

Safia –14 religious, innocent, gets raped, Captain Cindy Caldwell

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"Soraya, if the Major didn't have plans for you, I'd take you to the NCO barracks where there's a party scheduled for later. We could have some food, smoke weed and dance then make love again," said the MP Sergeant. They were standing in a dark hallway immediately outside the entrance to the female officer's quarters. Soraya could hear the sound of loud Western music coming through the door. Steve had pushed her up against the wall. One of his hands was under her shirt massaging her breasts. The other was rubbing her pussy through the thin Spandex material. Steve was tongue kissing her and she was passionately returning his kisses.

"Steve, I must go to my daughters," said Soraya. "I'd like to be with you but they're just teenagers and I'm their mother."

"Sure, I understand. If you ever get to the United States, look me up," said Steve not stopping his hands from roaming Soraya's body.

"I plan on leaving Iraq as soon as I can arrange it. My brother lives in Chicago. I'm going to live there," said Soraya.

"You're shitting me. I'm from Chicago. I'm a cop, Chicago's finest," said Steve.

"I thought you were a soldier," said Soraya in between very wet and passionate kisses.

"I'm in the reserves. I'm a detective in real life," said Steve. "Will your husband come to American with you?"

"Azul will divorce me after today. Frankly I think he was considering it anyway. It's very easy for an Iraqi man to divorce his wife."

"I'm divorced myself," said Steve his large hand reaching behind Soraya to cup her bottom. He pulled her firmly against his groin grinding his hard cock against her sex.

"I suppose we'll have something in common," said Soraya.

"Here, take my Chicago PD card. It includes my email address. When you get to Chicago give me a call. We can catch some dinner," said Steve reaching in his shirt pocket and taking out a card to hand to Soraya.

"I'd like that, Steve," said Soraya.

"Listen, I better let you go inside before the Major gets pissed and sends out a search party," said Steve.

"Yes, I better go," said Soraya pulling Steve to her for another passionate kiss. She could feel his hardness pressing against her sex. It was taking all of her will power not to plead with him to fuck her again.

"We had great sex," said Steve.

"Yes, we did," said Soraya fighting to restrain herself. "And I want you again, right now," said Soraya losing control.

"Me too, let's fuck one last time," whispered Steve.

Soraya's hand grabbed the tab on Steve's trouser zipper and pulled. She freed his hard cock from his trousers and wrapped her hand around the shaft. Steve did not hesitate. He lifted her off the ground pushing her skirt up above her waist as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Somehow he managed to guide his cock into her vagina. Soraya began to madly pump against Steve whispering, "fuck me" as he pinned her against the wall slamming his dick in her. They made animal grunting sounds as they fucked. Soraya forced her breasts into Steve's mouth. When he reached back to spread her buttocks and stuck his index finger up her ass, Soraya climaxed. Moments later, Steve gave a series of hammering strokes then emptied his cock in Soraya's vagina. Breathing hard and exhausted, they slumped against the wall gradually ending up on the floor.

"Man, you are one hot lady," said Steve.

"That was wonderful. I guess I better get inside now," said Soraya.

"Things are going to be very lesbian inside there. That's a no men allowed party. Can you handle it?" said Steve as they walked the few remaining steps to the door.

"I have to see to Nadia and Safia," said Soraya.

"Let's be serious. Did you ever eat pussy?"

"This afternoon I had oral sex with Alisha in the shower room. You watched us," said Soraya.

"Other than that?"

"Yes, I went to school in the US. My roommate was very beautiful. We did things," said Soraya. Soraya's mind raced back to the summer she and another female medical student had fallen in love. Soraya had eaten pussy before many times.

"So you did things with your roommate," said Steve.

"Everything two young girls could think of. Robin and I thought we were in love but it turned out we were just filled with lust and experimenting. This place seems much nicer than the rest of Abu Ghraib," said Soraya noting that the building was much better constructed than the other facilities of Abu Ghraib.

"Saddam's torturers used to live here," said Steve knocking on the door.

"Delivering the prisoner, Dr. Soraya Parchai as ordered," said the MP Sergeant saluting when Captain Caldwell answered the door. The Captain was not wearing her uniform but an outfit similar to Soraya's, a short tight skirt and a tank top. The Captain's nipples poked through the thin cotton fabric.

"Thank you Sergeant. Come in Soraya and join the party. That will be all, Sergeant," said Captain Caldwell standing aside for Soraya to enter.

Soraya found herself in a narrow corridor that lead to the individual bedrooms. It was full of American female soldiers dancing with young Iraqi girls. Most were in some stage of undress.

"Who's this sweetheart?' said a drunken middle aged female dressed only in a pair of black Spandex shorts. The woman was a head taller than Soraya and her body rippled with muscles. Her large pendulous breasts hung contained numerous tattoos. The female placed a muscular arm around Soraya pulling her into an embrace. Soraya was too terrified to do anything but admit the woman's tongue when it pressed between her lips. The woman's hand slipped under her shirt massaging her breasts.

"Major Sadie Everwood," said the woman lifting Soraya's shirt to look at her breasts. "You got nice tits."

"This is Soraya, Sadie. Her family helped us out today. They pinpointed the location of a suspected terrorist. Do you want her?" said Captain.

"Yeah I want her. Let's go to my room. Soraya and I can get to know each other better," said Sadie her arms wrapped tightly around Soraya.

"I'd like to see my daughter's first," said Soraya.

"Nadia and Safia are fine. They're in the back. See, Nadia is dancing with some of the other girls. She's having a great time. Everyone loves her. Safia is in the pussy pit. She just told me how she loves to eat Army pussy especially mine. We've been back there rubbing our donuts together," said Captain Caldwell raising her skirt to reveal her sex.

"When will we be allowed to leave?" asked Soraya.

"Leave, you just got here. Whenever the Major says its okay. That I would guess is first thing tomorrow. You're with us for now. We're partying until dawn. Relax and have a good time," said Captain Caldwell.

"Come with me, Soraya, I got some beer and party favors in my room," said Sadie.

Soraya looked back down the long hall and saw Nadia. She was dancing in a circle of other girls. Nadia was almost naked wearing a thong and a pair of high heels. There was a cigarette in one hand and a glass of alcohol in the other. Soraya saw a glint from Nadia's breast.

My God she has a ring in her nipple thought Soraya. Soraya realized that going to live with her brother in Chicago was the right decision. Nadia would never be happy in Iraqi society and Azul could not live with a daughter who behaved like Nadia. He or that crazy brother of his might kill her. The idea that Safia and the Captain had been engaging on oral sex was shocking. The Americans are capable of corrupting even the most devout of Muslims concluded Soraya.

"If you want it to be a three way with her, I'll go get her and you two can get it on," said Sadie pushing Soraya against the wall and pressing her body against hers. Soraya could feel Sadie's sex pressing against hers.

"No, I'd prefer it to be just the two of us," said Soraya tongue kissing with Sadie while the officer's hands roamed her body. Soraya's hands clutched Sadie's muscular buttocks pulling their sexes against one another. The idea of sex with her daughters was a non-starter as far as Soraya was concerned. Soraya put her lips around one of Sadie's long nipples and sucked it into her mouth.

"Good, unlike most of these dykes, I'm not into young pussy. Are you into toys?" asked Sadie her mouth working on Soraya's nipples.

"Toys, I don't understand," said Soraya.

"Dildos, butt plugs, that kind of thing," said Sadie who'd managed to push up Soraya's skirt. Sadie's hand was rubbing her sex. "Hey, you're wet all ready. I must be turning you on."

"Yes, you're getting me excited. I know about toys,' said Soraya slipping her hand down the front of Sadie's spandex pants to feel her hairless sex. Soraya's hand found Sadie's clit and gently rubbed around her sex.

"The Major said you were a hot bitch. Come with me. I got some great toys in my room," said Sadie breaking their embrace and leading Soraya a short distance down the hall into her quarters.

Sadie entered the small room. There was a single bed in the center of the room. A night table and a large military footlocker were the only other furnishings.

"Want some hashish? It's quality dope. An Air Force friend of mine flies it in from our base there at Incirlik," said Sadie opening a drawer to remove a small pipe and a bag of hashish. She lighted the pipe with plastic butane lighter.

"Yes, it would be good to relax," said Soraya.

"Here, honey, take a draw," said Sadie handing Soraya the pipe.

"Good dope, huh," said Sadie after Soraya had taken a deep inhale of the pipe.

"Excellent," responded Soraya and she meant it. Soraya had smoked hashish at day parties with other Iraqi wives who lived in her section of Baghdad. It was one of the few vices available to the women. Soraya though of asking Sadie to go with her to check on Nadia and Safia then discarded the idea. There would be plenty of time for that later.

"Let's get to know each other," said Sadie indicating that Soraya should take a seat beside her on the bed.

The hashish was quickly taking effect on Soraya. She could feel a sense of ease taking her over. Her fears of what might happen to her and the girls lessened.

"You're a beautiful woman, Soraya. You complexion is so smooth and I love your hair," said Sadie as she lifted Soraya's top over her head.

"Thank you," said Soraya.

"And these are just perfect," said Sadie cupping one of Soraya's breasts.

"Your hands feel so warm," said Soraya turning to kiss Sadie's mouth then her breasts

Once more Soraya found herself rationalizing what was happening to her. If I resist and displease them, they'll send me back to the rape cell or to the other barracks where I could find myself being mounted by Rascal and Smoke and their fellow canines. Just as I made friends with Steve I will gladly do whatever Sadie wants and she will help me to get my girls out of Abu Ghraib and safely home.

Soraya inhaled deeply, held it for a few seconds then she placed her hands around Sadie's neck drawing her lips to hers. When their lips touched, Sadie opened her mouth and exhaled the smoke into Sadie's mouth.

"The two of us are going to have one hell of a party. I can tell it," said an obviously pleased Sadie.

"What is your American expression, party hearty?" said Soraya.

"You've been in the United States?"

"Yes, I went to medical school there."

"So you're a nurse?"

"No a doctor, a gynecologist/obstetrician."

"So you get to put your hands in a lot of pussies?"

"I had a small practice. My husband is a doctor and he did not like my working," said Soraya.

"Where is your husband now?"

"He was sent home this afternoon on a bus. They made Azul watch me having sex with other men. He will divorce me."

"I hear Iraqi men are real bastards to their wives. They can beat the shit out of them and get away with it," said Sadie.

"That is true. Azul has beaten me. I complained that he was neglecting me visiting a prostitute in the bazaar and he took a stick and beat me in front of my daughters," said Soraya starting to cry a little and leaning in to Sadie.

"You go ahead and cry. You've had a difficult day. This place is rough on everybody but especially women," said Sadie placing her arm around Soraya's waist and hugging her.

"Yes, the worst part was being placed in a cell with scum from the bazaar and raped. They forced me to suck their filthy dicks and perform anal intercourse," said Soraya before inhaling another long draw on the pipe. Soraya continued to relax feeling the effect of the hashish.

"Rape cells, that's one of the Major's favorite interrogation techniques. It works better on the men than the women."

"My husband will divorce me. He was in the cell with me. They sodomised him," said Soraya.

"I bet he squealed like a stuck pig. You Iraqi women are much tougher than the men. Women leave that cell with a sore pussy and asshole but the men are basket cases. A couple of guys hung themselves in their cell after the Major had them butt fucked. Funny thing is that their wives are fine. Did you get any canine action?"

"Yes, in the shower room. They gave me and another Iraqi girl to the dogs," said Soraya.

"The enlisted men love that shit. They keep making video of Iraqi girls and women sucking doggie dick. They even got one of the hounds to tie with some Baathist general's wife. Pup couldn't get his knot out. It was the funniest damn thing I ever saw. He pulled her around the room trying to get his cock out of her. She screamed her head off. She was a snooty bitch. She claimed to be related to the royal family. She told everyone she was a Faisal. You can imagine how much that impressed the non-coms. Fucking a dog then being drug around a cell block by her pussy with several hundred people watching took her down several pegs," said Sadie.

"And they filmed her," said Soraya.

"Place had more cameras than a Hollywood set," said Sadie. "There'll be hell to pay if any of this gets to the media."

"They took pictures of me naked and inserting dildos in vagina," said Soraya.

"I'll have to find out who took them and get a copy. I love your breasts. You Iraqi women have the darkest nipples," said Sadie leaning down to kiss Soraya's nipples.

"I find you very desirable," said Soraya raising Sadie's head and kissing her lips.

"Great, let's get it on," said Sadie falling back on the bed with Soraya in her arms.

"I got just the things for us," said Sadie sitting back up and reaching down to pull a small molded plastic case from under the bed. "Lie back, I'm going to eat you out and dildo fuck you."

Soraya recalled how much she liked it when Robin her college roommate had made love to her with her mouth. Soraya raised her legs in a V and grabbed her big toes with her thumb and first two fingers squeezing the pressure point at the base of her toe.

Oh she is good thought Soraya as Sadie slowly made love to her sex. Sadie is doing a superb job of cunnilingus. I used to love it when Robin and I would spend afternoons making love to each other's sex.

Soraya glanced down to see that Sadie was opening the case removing several vibrators, dildos and butt plugs. There was even a long flexible double dildo like the one that Soraya recalled sharing with Robin. Soraya recalled how it felt to have their sex's mashed together rubbing against one another. She remembered how full her pussy felt when her half of the dildo was buried in her cunt.

At home, Soraya had a dildo she had bought on her last visit to Chicago. Her sister-in-law had gotten it for her. She kept it carefully hidden from Azul who would have been very angry if he knew she possessed the dildo let alone used such a thing. In the last several months, she had been using it often since Azul was ignoring her sexual needs.

"Here, let's get you lubed up," said Sadie squirting a small amount of K-Y warming jell in her hand then slowly rubbing it into Soraya's sex working it around her clit.

"Oh that feels good," breathed Soraya.

"You going to be my bitch, darling," said Sadie tracing her fingers around Soraya's sex.

"I'm your bitch, Sadie. Use me anyway you want," responded Soraya her body tingling to the sensations created by Sadie's fingers tracing small circles around her clitoris.

"Here suck on it and get it wet," said Sadie holding a large dildo toward Soraya's face.

Soraya captured the latex replica of a cock in her mouth. She found herself pretending it was Steve's cock.

"That's good, darling. You got the need and it's showing. You want that hole filled and Sadie is the one to do it," said Sadie as she took the dildo and used it to part Soraya's labia.

Soraya felt a slight twinge of pain as the large object forced its way into her narrow passage. She ignored the pain and spoke, "You're right. I need it. Fill my hole."

Chapter 9 – Safia Changes Sides

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"You got such a soft sweet mouth, precious and you are so beautiful," moaned Captain Cindy Caldwell as Safia passed her tongue over the Captain's engorged and reddened clitoris. The Captain was lying on her back in the Pussy Pit with her legs spread. Her hands were embedded in Safia's curls moving the girl's face across her pussy. Safia's tongue was tingling from the effect of the cocaine that Cindy had rubbed on her sex.

"Am I doing it right?" asked Safia anxious to please the Captain who had saved her from those terrible men who had taken her virginity and brutalized her.

"Yeah, right there, Safia, eat me baby girl, eat my pussy."

"I love it when you call me your baby girl," said Safia circling her tongue around the Captain's large clitoris. Safia flicked it with the tip of her tongue.

"You are my precious baby girl and you are doing such a good job on your mother Cindy's pussy. You're a natural, Safia. You do that so well," moaned the Captain. "Put some lubricant on my bottom and stick your finger up my ass as you eat my pussy."

Safia squeezed some of the liquid on her finger then gently pushed it inside the Captain's anus. Safia marveled at how tightly her digit was gripped by the Captain's anal ring. She could feel the muscle pulsing around her knuckle.

Less than an hour ago, Safia had slowly returned to full consciousness. She gradually understood she was in a room where the only furnishing was mattresses fully covering the floor. The room was littered with dildos in all shapes and sizes. There were even dildos designed specifically for anal sex. Small plastic squeeze bottles of various lubricants were scattered about.

Safia watched fascinated, as an Iraqi girl who appeared to be even younger than her had taken a huge dildo and adhered the suction cup on the end to the tile floor underneath the mattresses. The girl was squatting over the dildo and slowly raising and lowering herself. The girl's inner thighs were covered in blood that was seeping out of her overstretched vagina. An American female was standing in front of the squatting girl offering her sex for the girl to lick. The girl seemed oblivious to the bleeding as she sucked on the clit of the American.

As Safia became more cognizant of her surroundings, she realized that a naked brunette American girl was slowly and gently shoving a dildo into her vagina as she licked Safia's clit. Another girl, a redheaded American was sucking Safia's nipples and kissing her lips and eyes. Safia sensed fullness in her bottom. Someone had inserted something inside her rectum. She could feel the pressure.

The redhead's kisses on her lips and nipples became more insistent. Safia felt the onrush of another orgasm.

"Are you about to cum, Safia?" asked the redhead?

"Oh yes," moaned Safia wondering how these women knew her name. She had never seen them before. It's their drug decided Safia. They have filled me with drugs and made a whore out of me. Their drugs made me give in to my senses and become a slave to my sexual organs. Their drugs have ruined me. I cannot resist them. I am going to climax again.

As Safia began to moan louder and twist her body from side to side, she felt an intense pressure against her sphincter from the inside of her rectum. In a rush of sensation, the pleasure grew to a pitch then relaxed momentarily only to begin to build again. Safia looked down to see that the brunette had pulled a large rubber ball from her anus. A black string connected the ballot another ball still lodged in her butt.

"Makes for a hell of a climax," said the brunette pulling another red rubber ball from Safia's rectum causing Safia's orgasm to rise to even greater heights. Safia looked down to see that the redhead was gently holding one of her nipples in her teeth pulling it out and away. The redhead's fingers were twisting her other nipple. The sensations from her breasts, clit and anus were overwhelming.

By the time the sixth ball emerged, the intensity of the orgasm reached the point where Safia emitted a long plaintive cry of her pleasure.

"I'll take over now, good job you two," said Captain Crawford lying down beside Safia. Cindy held Safia in her arms as she experienced the dying throes of her orgasm.

"That was beautiful, Safia," said Cindy when Safia opened her eyes and recognized the Captain.

"I thought I was going to die from pleasure," breathed Safia.

"Kelly and Lara haven't killed anybody yet but the party is not over," said Cindy drawing Safia to her bosom and kissing her.

"It was the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me," said Safia.

"That's terrific. Let's do some blow and see if we can take you to the next level," said Cindy taking a phial of white power and a mirror from a nearby leather valise.

"What will it do to me?" asked Safia.

"Nothing bad, just get you in the mood to keep on partying," said Cindy taping a small amount of the powder out on to the mirror. She got busy arranging the power in four narrow lines.

"I'll go first and show you how," said Cindy producing a tiny glass straw. "First you do one nostril like so."

Safia watched as Cindy inhaled the line of powder into one nostril, halted for a moment to handle the effect then switched the straw to the other nostril and inhaled the other line.

"Now you try, just take it slow," said Cindy handing Safia the straw.

Safia thought her head would explode when she inhaled the first line of powder. Her brain felt on fire. The inside of the nose burned. But she also felt an onrush of exhilaration and energy.

"Done like a Manhattan socialite. Now do the other one," said Cindy.

Safia managed to snort the other line. Cindy embraced her and the two exchanged passionate kisses.

"I want you to make love to my sex with your mouth. Will you do that for me?" said Cindy.

"Yes, I want to very much," said Safia.

"First let me rub your gums with a little blow," said Cindy coating her index finger with cocaine then rubbing it on Safia's gums. Cindy also dusted her clitoris and the opening of her vagina with cocaine.

"Make love to me, Safia," whispered Cindy falling backward.

Cindy moaned and sighed as Safia used her mouth and fingers to pleasure her. Cindy rotated her hips to thrust her pubic region into Safia's mouth.

For a devout Sunni Muslin, our little Safia can sure munch rug thought Cindy watching Safia as she licked and sucked her sex. The Major was right about the family. The women are hot and the husband is a worthless asshole. The other daughter couldn't wait to dive into a warm pussy and the mother will fuck anything that has a body temperature. The Iraqis are not what they seem. The US ought to put all the men in one place and drop a nuke on them then turn the country over to the women to create the first Muslim lesbian nation. It's about time we gay women had a country of our own. My but this little sweetheart can lick my clit. If she ever moves to the US, I'm going to make her my bitch and keep her chained up under the dining room table.

Cindy peered around the Pussy Pitt surprised to see that the action was still pretty hot several hours after the start of the party. The dim light revealed a floor covered in nude female bodies locked in every imaginable combination of embrace. Just by skin color and hair, you could tell the occupants were about half US and half Iraqi. The Iraqi women, unleashed from the strictures of their male relatives and the Muslim religion were going full tilt lesbianism.

Cindy wrapped her legs around Safia's head and squeezed her thighs together as she climaxed. Orgasm over, Cindy drew Safia to her and kissed her.

"That was wonderful. You made your mother feel wonderful," said Cindy.

"I wanted to please you," said Safia.

"Now its my turn to please my baby girl," said Cindy. "Would you like that?"

"Oh yes, I would," said Safia.

"Good, now just close your eyes and let your mother get ready," said Cindy.

Safia had never felt so relaxed and happy in her life. She lay there with her eyes closed. She could feel Cindy moving near her. Finally Cindy leaned over to kiss her and spoke.

"I'm going to be your boyfriend and fuck you," said Cindy. Safia felt something firm between her legs. She looked down to see that Cindy was wearing a leather harness around her waist. A large life like dildo its tip swathed in lubricant was mounted on the crotch of the harness. Cindy had positioned the cock head at Safia's opening and began to gently push inward.

"Oh yes," breathed Safia as she experienced the exquisite pleasure of penetration. Safia adjusted her legs to better accommodate the Captain's body.

"You are so beautiful, like a precious little jewel," said Cindy before leaning down to kiss Safia's lips.

"Oh that is wonderful," said Safia as she felt the rubber nodules of the dildo's clitoral stimulator come in contact with her love button. Safia moved her body slightly to scrape the stiff rubber nodules against her pleasure center.

"Such a sexy little minx, I'm going to keep you and never let you go," said Cindy.

Safia wrapped her girlish legs around the Captain's waist so she could raise her hips to meet the downward thrusts.

My world has turned upside down realized Safia. This morning I was a completely different person. I was a virgin until those horrible men raped me. Now I can never marry. No respectable Iraqi family would permit their son to marry a woman defiled by the Americans. I am only fit to serve the American women soldiers as their whore. Mother will want to leave the country after this. Father will not want to go. I will go to America with Mother and seek a new life. Nadia will be happy. She hates Iraq.

"This is my friend, Chloe," said Cindy interrupting Safia's thoughts. Cindy was slowly pumping the faux cock in Safia's love tunnel.

"Hello Chloe," said Safia looking up to see a tall black female wearing a dildo similar to Cindy's but the latex was black.

"Are you going to make love to me too, Chloe? I hope you are," said Safia rubbing her sex against Cindy's.

"I certainly am. I'm going to do your bottom while Cindy screws your cunt,' said Chloe before leaning down to kiss Safia's lips. The three engaged in a prolonged bout of tongue kissing as their hands roamed each other's bodies.

At some point, Cindy rolled over taking Safia with her. Safia was now on top of Cindy. Safia felt Cindy reach out and grasp her buttocks separating them.

"Such a beautiful little brownie. I just have to kiss it," said Chloe.

"Tell Chloe how much you want her to fuck your ass," said Cindy.

"Oh please Chloe, put that dildo inside me and fuck my ass," pleaded Safia.

Safia felt a warm tongue touch her anus. The tip slowly pushed past her sphincter.

"Chloe loves to eat butt," whispered Cindy.

"It feels so good," moaned Safia. "She has her tongue up my ass."

"Now, let me screw your ass," said Chloe. "Just relax and take deep breaths. It'll get easier. It always does."

"Oh yes," moaned Safia as the latex cockhead slipped past her sphincter.

"Isn't she the most beautiful woman child you ever fucked?" Cindy asked Chloe.

""She's exquisite, like a jewel," said Chloe as she slowly eased the long tube of simulated man meat into Safia's rectum.

. Safia closed her eyes and listened to the sounds of those around her. Long moans of pleasure, the deepest sighs, mouse like squeaks were all heard from the piles of women's bodies covering the floor. Two of the women were delivering loud serious spanks to their partner's bottoms. These noises sounded repeatedly throughout the room. There were also commands and curses: "suck my cunt, bitch," "stick your tongue up my ass," and "finger fuck my nasty hole," were just examples of the exclamations that Safia overheard.

When she first gained consciousness, Safia could not believe she was not only participating in obscene acts with the Americans but also experiencing physical pleasure form her participation. It was understandable that she could take pleasure from an American massaging her sex. Safia in spite of her devotion to the Quran had been unable to resist the sin of masturbation for over a year. Nadia had explained about masturbation and even demonstrated what to do when the two girls were alone one night. Safia had loudly voiced her objections to her sister but had watched nonetheless as Nadia had wet her fingers and rubbed her saliva over her clitoris. Her sister's loud moans and sighs rang in her ears as Safia fled from her room to pray.

However, that night after bedtime, Safia awoke to find herself imitating Nadia. Her sex was bathed in its own wetness. She had been dreaming that one of the Prophet's great warriors, Saladin the Magnificent, the Caliph of Baghdad had ridden down from heaven on a white horse and carried her away. He had taken her to a place where she had danced for him. As she danced, she had slowly removed each garment. When she was naked, she could feel his eyes burning her skin and the space between her legs demanded her hands. As the music ended, she had thrown herself down on cushions before the warrior and begged him to take her. He had climbed between her legs and entered her as she trembled with desire.

Even after she woke, Safia did not stop pleasuring herself until she reached an orgasm. The pleasure had been too great to resist. Masturbation became a nightly ritual. Safia had recently begun to have vaginal sex with the handle of her hairbrush.

The Americans had drugged her at the start but when she came conscious she found the pleasure of sex in the room that someone had dubbed the Pussy Pit irresistible. Safia had consciously participated in any sex act available. She had even suggested things to other women and found herself imitating their way of talking.

Cindy and Chloe fucked her to another orgasm then curled up on each side of her to rest.

"Safia, your mother's at the party, " said Major Trevor slipping into the room and lying down beside her and Cindy. The Major kissed Safia passionately on the lips and breasts.

"My mother's here," said Safia starting to rise panicked at the thought that Soraya would find her naked and covered in the secretions of female sex glands.

"Calm down, she's up front with Major Sadie Thorson. Sadie and Soraya seem to have hit it off. They're smoking hashish and rubbing their donuts together," said Major Trevor.

"Cindy, what does that mean, donuts together?" asked Safia turning to the officer she considered herself in love with.

"Come here I'll demonstrate," said Cindy picking up a double-ended dildo from a nearby mattress. Cindy located a tube of lubricant and squeezed a dollop of the cream on one end of the dildo and spread it over the latex cockhead.

"First, I'll slide one end half way inside me," said Cindy as she held her labia apart. She pushed the head into her opening.

"About six inches to start for me. Oh that feels good in my cunt. Now open your pussy so I can do you," said Cindy as she lubricated the other end.

Safia had no will or reason to resist. The Major helped her scoot very close to Cindy. The Major separated Safia's labia and guided the end of the double dildo into Safia's opening. The discomfort caused by the large dildo was mild as Cindy forced it into her sex.

"Oh that feels wonderful," said Safia.

"We need to scoot closer until our pussies meet," said Cindy grabbing Safia's wrist and pulling them together.

"That feels so good," moaned Safia as she rubbed her clit against Cindy's.

"Eat my pussy while you and Cindy dildo fuck one another," said the Major straddling Safia's face. Safia placed her tongue against the Major's clit and licked it.

As soon as we are done, we will reunite you with your mother and sister," said the Major.

Chapter 10 – Nadia and Safia Go Over To The Dark Side

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***

"That's rare. You don't see that often," whispered Major Nancy Trevor to Captain Cindy Crawford.

The two officers were seated together on a couch watching Lt. Winona Roberts whip Nadia. They were identically attired in what they laughingly referred to as regulation Army party slut. Their outfit consisted of a standard issue straight skirt that had been shortened to where it barely covered their butts. Their shoes closely resembled the regulation footwear but with a four-inch heel for a 'fuck me' pumps effect. They'd both shed the uniform jackets displaying the push up demi-bras that raised and exposed their breasts. The two had been making out and slowly stripping one another as they watched Winona dressed similarly lash the sixteen-year-old Nadia's naked flesh.

"Every time she screams it makes me want to cream," giggled Cindy feeling the effect of the weed the two had been smoking.

Nancy and Cindy had hiked their skirts up and pushed their panties down to their knees so they could masturbate as they watched the Lieutenant whip the Iraqi teenager on her backside. The Lieutenant had just turned Nadia around so she could work on her front.

"What's so rare?" asked Cindy as she guided the tip of a latex dildo into the opening of the vagina. The first two fingers of her other hand formed a V that was rubbing down the sides of her clitoris.

"Watch how our little Iraqi pain princess takes the whip. She's loving it," said Nancy. "Winona said she was a submissive who would adore being whipped and tortured."

"Ouch, that hurt my tit,' said Cindy as Winona snapped the end of the buggy whip across the very tip of Nadia's breast. The end of the girl's firm young breast reacted violently to the force of the blow. A bright red stripe appeared covering the areola. Both officers observed intently as the young girl screamed in pain contorting her body violently in reaction to the horrible blow delivered on her tender flesh. In reaction, Cindy shoved the dildo hard driving it all the way inside her to where only the base was showing.

"Oh I got a hungry hole and it needs some rubber dick," exclaimed Cindy thrusting the dildo back and forth as she spanked her clit with an open palm.

"Now watch carefully," said Nancy catching one of her own nipples between her fingernails and pressing inward. A bloody half moon appeared when Nancy released her breast. "I could use a little pain myself. I may let Winona work on my later."

"My cunt needs filling too," said Nancy selecting a dildo made of clear red tinted gel and pushing it into her vagina. Nancy moaned as her tunnel expanded to accommodate the large object.

"Damn, she's offering the other tit like a true pain slut. That is rare," said Cindy observing the way that once Nadia had partially recovered she twisted her body to thrust out her other breast offering it to the whip.

"I know a rich dyke in West Palm that would rent our little Nadia for a considerable sum. Unfortunately the domme is a little extreme and poor little Nadia would not come back in the same shape she arrived," said Nancy.

"Well, the lady would forfeit her damage deposit," said Cindy laughing.

"She likes to give them something to remember her by," said Nancy.

"Such as?" said Cindy.

"A nice brand of her initials. She plays with fire."

"And where does she place this brand?" asked Cindy.

"Butt or labia, sometimes both."

"Now that's extreme."

"That's not all she does," said Nancy.

"There's more?"

"She cuts away the flesh around the clit so it's more exposed and sensitive."

"Your clit is like that. Did she do you?"

"Yes, when I was eleven."

"Eleven, no fucking way. My God where were your parents?"

"Daddy watched while Mommy did it."

"We're talking about your own mother. She freed the little man in the boat so he could run and play."

"She sure did. She wanted me to be able to enjoy sex with daddy when it came time for him to deflower me," said Nancy.

"Your father took your cherry?"

"When I was twelve on my birthday after they gave me a big party and invited all their friends to watch," said Nancy.

"Your parent's friends watched?"

"Yes, Mom and Dad had unusual friends."

"At least she didn't brand you."

"No, she wasn't into that at the time. She branded my younger sister the night Daddy broke her in. Donna hates them for it."

"You certainly had an interesting childhood," said Cindy as she slowly worked the dildo in her vagina.

"I hope you didn't think I was born this twisted. It took careful nurturing by loving parents to achieve my current state of perversion," said Nancy whose index finger was inside her anus.

"I suppose we are all products of our upbringing," said Cindy.

"Who took your virginity?" asked Nancy reaching for a butt plug and a tube of lubricant.

"My Uncle Seward made me a woman when I was barely thirteen," said Cindy.

"Was it exciting?"

"It was 2:00AM in the middle of the wheat harvest. Uncle Seward had a huge farm near Liberal, Kansas. My parents thought it would be a good idea if I got out of sinful Chicago for the summer and visited my God fearing relatives who farmed the earth. Daddy had walked in on me and Earl at an inopportune moment."

"Earl?"

"My beau of the moment. He was two years older."

"And what did Daddy see?'

"Me with my skirt up fingering my snatch and my mouth wrapped around Earl's cock. We had not fucked yet but we were sure working up to it."

"Was Daddy shocked?"

"Yes, up until that moment, I was his sweet little baby girl," said Cindy.

"I'm surprised that your Daddy did not take Earl's place, mine would have," said Nancy.

"He did that later after Mommy got cancer and the chemo made her lose her hair. I had to take over her marital duties."

"Continue your Kansas story. I hope Winona doesn't whip her nipples off. They're such sweet little buds."

"Winona, take it easy," yelled Cindy.

"Kansas, tell me about Kansas while I jerk off," said Nancy.

"You harvest wheat in a short period or it is ruined. Once a farmer decides it is harvest time, it goes on night and day. They use these enormous machines that cost hundreds of thousands of dollars. They're two stories high. Aunt Cora and Uncle Seward expected everybody to work around the clock until the harvest was in. We're talking lots of money here, maybe millions."

"Pray continue. I love to jerk off to a coming of age story where innocence is lost forever."

"Those are the best kind to wack off to. I'd only been there a day or two when Aunt Cora assigns me to deliver sandwiches and thermos of coffee to the harvesters. I walked out to the one being driven by my Uncle, flagged him down with a flashlight and climbed the ladder to the cab."

"Don't tell me you lost your cherry in the cab of a harvester," said Nancy.

"That was the place. It was very nice by the way, like the inside of a luxury car, air conditioned, CD player with a ten CD magazine and big comfortable bucket seats. There was also a two-way radio that he could use to communicate with the trucks carrying the wheat away. He could even communicate with Aunt Cora back at the farm house," said Cindy. "She was always on the computer following commodity prices."

"Tell me what transpired, don't leave out the good stuff," said Nancy working the butt plug into her ass to where the narrow neck trapped it inside her rectum.

"Cindy, you won't to ride with me for a while?" asked my Uncle. He was a five years younger than his brother, my daddy. He was good looking too, a big strapping farmer who didn't have an ounce of fat on him."

"You weren't put off by his age or that he was a relative?" asked Nancy.

"I've never practiced age discrimination when it comes to sexual partners. As for relatives, why not fuck the ones we love. We rode along for a while bouncing over the rough places in the field. Uncle Seward ate his sandwich and drank some coffee. Then he got serious.

"Hayward told me about what he caught you and that boy doing," said my Uncle with a wink. He was always kidding me.

"We were just playing around," I replied.

"Just between you and me, my brother is something of a stick in the mud. But don't tell him I said so. Girl your age needs the same things as a full grown woman."

"Thanks Uncle Seward, you and Aunt Cora are so sweet to let me spend the summer here. I was going nuts in Chicago. They grounded me after Daddy caught me with Earl."

"We're glad to have you. You know when your Aunt delivers the food she also takes care of certain other matters," said my Uncle.

"What's that, Uncle? I'd like to help in anyway I can, I said.

"Operating this harvester all these hours is stressful. My nerves get a little raw. Your Aunt relieves the tension pretty much the same way that you were doing for that boy. You said his name is Earl?"

"Yes Earl is his name. He's two grades ahead of me," I said.

"So you like older men?" said Uncle Seward once again with the wink.

"Yes, I suppose. I like you and you're older," I said. "Nancy, I was a little vixen when I reached my teens. The truth is that I was anxious as all hell to find out what sex was all about. Even at that age I knew where the conversation was going. Still I hadn't expected my aunt and uncle to be my teachers. Uncle Seward and Aunt Cora appeared to be the most upright, moral and religious people on earth. I was pleasantly surprised."

"Would you be interested in showing me what you and Earl were doing?" asked my Uncle.

"I guess if Aunt Cora doesn't mind," I said.

"Well, let's ask her," said my Uncle picking up the radio microphone. "Cora, you there?"

"Yes, Seward," answered my Aunt.

"I'm out here on the South 200 with Cindy. Is it okay with you she relaxes me like you usually do?" spoke my Uncle.

"Yes, but be gentle with her. Cindy's just a child and don't get so excited you wreck," said Aunt Cora.

"Understood," said Uncle Seward.

"One more thing, leave the radio on. I want to listen," said Aunt Cora.

"You're a wild woman, Cora Crawford," said Uncle Seward.

"Well you save some for your wife when you get back," said Aunt Cora. "And when you're done, let Cindy ride back here with Jerome. We don't want to wear the girl out."

"Will do," said Uncle Seward.

"Jerome was one of the hired hands brought in to help with the harvest. He drove one of the trucks that carried the wheat to the grain silo. As it turned out I fucked him too that night."

"What exactly do you want me to do?" I asked my Uncle.

"Start by getting undressed," said my Uncle.

"I shed my jeans and top and kicked off my sneakers then rolled my panty down. I leaned back against the door and spread my legs to display my pussy to my Uncle. I suppose I was looking for some positive reinforcement."

"What a beautiful pussy. I wish you could see this Cora. Cindy's got the sweetest little snatch you ever did see," said my Uncle to the open microphone.

"I'll have plenty of time to see it when the harvest is over,' cracked my Aunt through the radio.

"Let me have your panty, Cindy. I love the smell of newly mown hay and young girl cunt."

"Pervert," cracked the radio.

"Play with yourself, Cindy, while I watch," said my Uncle.

"I spit on my fingers and went to work on my button. It was exciting to masturbate for a man. Of course I had gotten myself off while Earl watched. I'd already decided that I was ready for the next step. My Uncle unzipped his jeans and extracted a very sizeable piece of meat.

"Wow, its huge," I exclaimed. "Earl's was a hot dog. This is a salami."

"Cindy, there's a tube of lubricant in the console. Use it. And for that matter, there are bigger ones around than your Uncle's. I'll introduce you to one when we get a chance," barked the radio.

"The fact that your Aunt was listening on the radio and making comments, that's so fucking hot," said Nancy.

"Winona, check her pussy. Is she wet?" shouted Nancy to Winona.

"Yes, it was voyeuristic in a weird sort of way," said Cindy.

"She's gushing like a Saudi well," said Winona who had stuck two fingers in Nadia's cunt and was stroking her.

"Nadia, you want to cum, don't you sweetie?" teased Winona vigorously stroking the girl's vagina.

"Yes, I need to cum. Please make me cum," said Nadia pressing her sex against Winona's fingers in a desperate effort to seek release.

"Sorry but not yet," said Winona taking her fingers away.

"Use the clamps," shouted Cindy.

"Good idea, let's see how our little treasure handles that," said Nancy.

The officers watched as Winona retrieved two large alligator clamps from a nearby table. There was a sizeable weight attached to each clamp. Winona attacked Nadia's nipple with her lips sucking so hard that Nadia cried out. When the nipple was elongated, Winona grabbed the very tip with her fingernails and extended it even farther. Nadia wailed in pain. The wail turned to a shriek when Winona released the jaws of the clamp and the metal teeth punctured her flesh.

"I love that sound," said Nancy working the vibrator against her clit.

"There's nothing more erotic than the sound of a slave in torment," said Cindy. "Those are really stretching her tits. I love to see a titty fighting extreme gravity."

"After you do her other tit, Winona, get some pictures," said Nancy. "Back to the harvester."

"You want to suck your Uncle's cock," asked my Uncle after we had been jerking off for a while.

"Yes," I replied practically leaping across the cab to take him in my mouth. He kept on harvesting as I applied myself to the task at hand.

"Nadia, sweetheart do you need to cum," taunted Nancy as they watched Winona begin a rhythmic pounding of the girl's clit. Winona was slamming a ridding crop down on Nadia's very exposed and bright red clitoris.

"Please, I need to cum," begged Nadia.

"Let's see if she can orgasm from the crop," said Winona landing the crop harder.

"So your Uncle had a big dick and it was in your mouth," said Nancy.

"He was hard and it looked huge to me. I had no idea how something that big would fit in that tiny hole of mine that felt tight around my finger. Still I knew that somehow it was possible and it would fit," said Cindy.

"You were an experienced cock sucker?" asked Nancy.

"Oh yeah, isn't every junior high school girl? I was eleven when I gave my first blow at my girl friend's Halloween party. I sucked Tommy Gaines off in a closet during a game of Truth or Dare. I was doing an excellent job of polishing my Uncle's knob when he interrupted me."

"You're going to make your old Uncle blow his load in that sweet little mouth. How about ridding the pony to get me off?" asked my Uncle.

"I've never done that before," I said.

"I'll be your first," said my Uncle. "I feel honored."

"Cut the crap and fuck her," cracked the radio. "Cindy did you use the lubricant like I said?"

"Yes, Aunt Cora," I replied squeezing a dollop on my hand.

"Cindy's already wet as rain," said my Uncle who had been fingering my pussy while I blew him.

"He was right about that. My glands were working overtime producing product," said Cindy.

"Cover his cock in lube before you put it inside you," said my Aunt. "Seward, stop the harvester. I don't want you to wreck."

"My Uncle stopped the harvester. He held his cock erect with one hand while I straddled him and lowered myself. It took a certain amount of pushing and shoving before it slipped inside me. It hurt like hell but I was determined not to fail. Once I had it buried inside my twat, it felt terrific. If I had known intercourse felt that good, I would have screwed Earl the first time we were together. I raised and lowered myself until Uncle Seward released his load and for the very first time I had genuine male sperm in my cunt. I wanted to shout hallelujah and do a cartwheel. My Uncle had been thumbing my clit while we fucked and I got off too."

"God that's romantic," said Nancy.

"Seward, you shoot your load in her?" questioned my Aunt over the radio.

"Sure did, Cora, she was warm and tight," said my Uncle.

"Cindy, when you get back here, remind me to give you a morning after pill. We don't want to send you back to your mom and dad with a bun in your oven."

"So what happened after that?" asked Nancy.

"I left my Uncle and got in Jerome's truck. On the way back from the silo, he stopped the truck and I took care of him. He was the first man to eat my pussy. I loved that. I spent the rest of the summer fucking anybody who asked me including Aunt Cora who taught me to eat her pussy," said Cindy.

"Nadia does not look too comfortable," said Cindy gesturing toward the girl.

"But she sure does look patriotic," said Nancy watching as Winona placed clothespin after clothespin all connected by a string on Nadia's flesh. The plastic clothespins were in sequence of red, white, and blue.

"Patriotic zippers, God how I hate zippers. They hurt like all hell," said Cindy.

Nadia whimpered loudly as Winona starting from the underarm flesh at her elbow applied a clothespin every three inches down her arm across the loose tissue of her armpit and down her rib cage. Winona next applied a similar zipper of clothespins to Nadia's other side. Working quickly and expertly Winona circled Nadia's breasts with shorter zippers and then applied a zipper with larger clothes on the flesh of her inner thing up to her labia.

"That is really something, Winona. Take some pictures," said Cindy.

Nancy and Cindy masturbated as they watched Winona capture a dozen images of Nadia covered in zippers. When Winona was finished she walked over to the couch and sat down between Nancy and Cindy.

"Let's give her a few minutes," said Winona accepting passionate kisses from both of the women.

Nadia watched through pain-glazed eyes as the women on the couch kissed and fondled one another. Her pain was increasing every second as the working end of over one hundred clothespins crushed her flesh.

After what seemed like forever to Nadia, Winona freed herself from the embrace of the other two and returned to Nadia. Winona was carrying a paper cup that she held up for Nadia to see.

"Now all you have to do for me to remove the zippers is to piss in this cup and drink it," said Winona.

"Yes, I'll do it," wailed Nadia unable to stand the zippers a moment longer. Still she found it difficult to pee in the cup even after a great effort.

"How pathetic, hardly covered the bottom. I'm going to help you out and add my pee to yours. Will you drink my piss, Nadia" asked Winona.

"Yes, please hurry," whined Nadia.

Nadia listened as Winona held the cup between her own legs.

"Still not enough for a thirsty girl like you. Let's ask the Captain and Major to help," said Winona as she walked back to the couch. Nadia watched as the women urinated. The large paper cup was full to the brim when Winona brought it back.

"Okay, sweetheart, drink it all down like a good girl," said Winona holding the cup to her lips.

It took Nadia many swallows to empty the cup.

"Your little belly is all pouched out from drinking piss," said Winona rubbing Nadia's abdomen.

"I got to get this on video," said Nancy leaping up to grab a digital video camera off a table.

"Ready?" asked Winona as she took hold of the end of the zipper down Nadia's inner thigh. Winona slowly pulled the zipper off enjoying the intense pain she was causing Nadia who reacted violently as blood refilled the capillaries vacated by the pressure of the clothespins.

Cindy masturbated her way to orgasm as she watched Nadia scream and violently contort her body. By the time, Winona pulled the zippers off Nadia's armpit and sides, the girl was babbling in Arabic.

"Let's get her down and give her a reward,' said Nancy.

The three officers spent the next hour working on Nadia with their mouths and several different dildos. After repeated orgasms Nadia passed out from sheer exhaustion.

***

"You two girls need to see this," said Major Trevor taking Nadia and Safia by the hand and leading them down the hallway. The two sisters had been curled up asleep in the floor of the pussy pit. It was dawn.

"Where are we going?" asked Nadia.

"Taking you to your mother," said Major Nancy Trevor.

"She's here?" said Safia.

"Soraya's been here most of the night. She and Sadie been getting it on like a pair of dykes on speed," said Nancy.

"My mother had been doing sexual things with another woman," said Nadia.

"Your mom's a player. She's done men, women and a K-9 named Phantom. As far as women are concerned, this isn't the first time. According to my information, your mother ate her roommate's pussy when she was going to medical school in the US. Funny, how we never know our parents. I discovered quite by accident that my mother had been screwing her brother for years and we didn't know a thing about it."

"What have Mother and this Sadie person been doing?" asked Safia.

"Anything and everything that two smart horny women with a collection of sex toys and some great hashish can think of. At the moment, they're putting on a show for everyone," said Nancy.

"A show?" said Nadia. "What kind of a show?"

"Every seen someone get double fisted?" asked Nancy as they arrived at one of the larger rooms. The walls were lined with women shouting encouragement to the two on the floor.

The girls looked to see Soraya on her hands and knees. A muscular female officer had one hand inside Soraya's anus and the other in her vagina.

"Fist fuck me Sadie, give it to me," moaned Soraya.

Chapter 11 – Last

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Sheik Rashid Parchai, his brother Azeem and the other male leaders of the Parchai tribe were gathered in the home of Azul Parchai to discuss the fate of the Azul's wife and daughters. Sheik Rashid was head of the Parchai clan and Soraya's father-in-law. Rashid and the others were seated around a large dining table in Azul and Soraya's comfortable home in one of the more upscale neighborhoods in Baghdad.

They had been arguing about what to do when the Americans arrived unexpectedly. The conversation had taken an ugly turn before the Americans in full battle gear kicked in he front door and stormed into the room.

"We must kill them. The Parchai's cannot live with the shame. Other clans will spit on us when we pass," announced Omar, Azul's brother. "No decent family will allow their sons or daughters to marry a Parchai."

"I do not know," said the older and wiser Rashid. "The new government has promised the Americans that they will punish those who kill women for reasons of family honor."

"The Americans are controlled by Jews and whores. Azul, tell father about what Soraya was doing when you saw her last," said Omar.

"She was being openly embraced by an American sergeant. She was dressed as an American whore. The Sergeant had lifted her skirt and her top exposing her to everyone on the bus. She was naked underneath. She wore no undergarments. He was kissing her and she was returning his kisses rubbing her sex against his groin. She is a strumpet, a slut, a vile and Godless creature who deserves to die," said Azul with tears in his eyes.

"Stay calm my son, and what of your daughters, Nadia and Safia," asked Rashid.

"The Americans make any woman who they take to Abu Ghabir a whore even the young girls. They respect no Iraqi woman. The men rape them. The black soldiers take great pleasure in violating pretty young Iraqi women from good families. The female American soldiers make them practice lesbianism of the most perverted and depraved sort. They even breed them with their dogs. They made me watch while Soraya was violated by one of their guard dogs. Why would Nadia and Safia be treated any differently?" said Azul.

"With dogs even?" asked Rashid finding such actions difficult to comprehend.

It was at that point that the door exploded open and a team of US soldiers flooded into the room. They quickly subdued the ten male members of the family gathered there. Plastic bands were fixed around their wrists to restrain them.

"Secure," shouted the Lieutenant when the Iraqis were restrained and the house searched for weapons. Several AK-47s and a dozen RPGs were confiscated.

Major Nancy Trevor stroke briskly into the room.

"Are you head of the clan?" asked Major Trevor looking directly at Rashid.

"Yes, I am Sheik Rashid Parchai," said the older gentleman.

"Take his pants down, Sergeant,' ordered the Major.

Over the protests of the others, the soldiers pushed Rashid trousers to his knees exposing his cock.

"Let's take all of them down. I want to see what kind of balls if any the Parchai's have," said the Major.

Over loud protests, the soldiers de-panted the males.

The Major walked slowly around the room going from man to man stopping in front of each to fondle their cock. Major Trevor was well aware of the impact of her actions on the proud psyche of the Iraqi male. The Major stopped in front of Azul and grabbed his cock firmly in her fist.

"Now, tell me what you were discussing before we arrived," said the Major.

"Family business," said Azul.

"What kind of family business?"

"Nothing of interest to anyone but us," said Azul defiantly. The fact that his male relatives were watching encouraged him to display more courage than he felt.

"I need to know," said the Major as she reached in her uniform vest and extracted a serrated K-bar knife. She flipped open the blade.

"We are peaceful Iraqis. Leave us alone," shouted Azul cringing at the sight of the K-bar.

"Do you know how many Iraqis I've castrated since I got to Baghdad?" said the Major positioning the blade underneath Azul's scrotum.

"No, how would I know such a thing," said Azul.

"I don't know either. I've lost count. It's pretty easy to do. You just grab their balls like this and twist them," said the Major crushing Azul's gonads in her hand as she twisted them.

"Please no," pleaded Azul his eyes filled with tears.

"Then you put the knife at the base, cut upward and off they come," said the Major.

Azul screamed then fell into a dead faint. The Major had not castrated Azul only pretended.

"What a wimp. Not exactly one of the bravest Iraqis I've met. That's why he gave us his brother so easily. We've got Hashim in custody by the way. I'm going to begin questioning him as soon as I get back to Abu Ghabir. I bet he doesn't faint like a woman when I threaten to neuter him," said the Major walking up to Rashid then pushing him backward causing him to sprawl across the large table they had been seated around when the American's arrived.

The Major took the Sheik's balls in her hands.

"Ever seen someone castrated. Sheik?" asked the Major.

"In my father's time, we castrated rapists," responded the Sheik.

"So you know what an unpleasant, messy business it is to cut somebody's balls off," said the Major.

"Yes, it was terrible but it was the law at the time," said the Sheik.

"So what were the Parchai males discussing before we interrupted?"

"My son Azul was talking about the shame brought to our clan by the treatment of his wife and daughters at Abu Ghabir."

"And the need to kill them to protect the tribe's honor was on the table?"

"On the table, I do not understand," said the Sheik.

"Sorry, American expression, you were discussing the need to kill Soraya, Nadia, and Safia, right?"

"That has been the way of my people since the time of the Prophet," said the Sheik.

"Well, that is going to change. I'm here to tell all of you that if any harm comes to Soraya, Nadia, and Safia and I mean any harm like a stray bullet or a mortar round, I'm going to round up every male member of the Parchai clan and castrate them," said the Major.

"You can't do that,' screamed Omar.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" said the Major moving to the front of Omar and grabbing his sizeable cock. The Major spit in her hand then began to stroke Omar's cock.

"Omar Parchai."

"Husband of Fawz, father of daughters Fatima and Alisha and sons Abdul and Ebrahim. I am making you and your family personally responsible for Soraya and the girls. If a hair on their head is damaged, I will take your entire family to Abu Ghabir and turn them over to the scum of Baghdad. I will make you watch you wife and children be raped by the trash of the bazaar. Then I will give you to the K-9s and your family will get to watch their daddy suck doggy dick. And for the finale, I'll personally castrate you and your sons while your women watch. Understood?"

"Yes, Major I understand," answered a cowed Omar.

"All right, we're going to bring Soraya and her girls in here and you better make nice or face the wrath of a castrating American bitch," said the Major before leaving.

"The Parchai will do as you say, Major. No harm will come to them," said the Sheik thoroughly intimidated. "I promise on the Prophet's beard."

"The American women soldiers are worse than the men," sad the Sheik wearily after the Major had left.

"Saddam Hussein would have made that one his mistress," said Omar.

I made a deal with Satan. But I had no choice. I had to protect my daughters thought Soraya. Soraya along with Nadia and Safia were seated in a Striker armored vehicle outside her home. A tactical team had entered the residence moments before then once Major Trevor received the all clear she had entered instructing Soraya to wait.

The three had been allowed to clean up and dress in the same clothes that they had arrived at Abu Ghabir. The Major had gone inside to speak to the men and make them understand that Soraya and her daughters would not be harmed.

Soraya and the Major had cut a deal. She would remain in Baghdad for six more months as an American spy. Then she and the girls would be allowed to immigrate to America. Soraya was now the possessor of a tiny global cellular telephone that could be used to communicate information to the Americans.

It had been almost noon when the Major had aroused her from a drug-induced sleep. She and Sadie were curled up in bed together. Nadia and Safia were asleep on cots in the same room.

"Let's go to my quarters and talk," whispered the Major.

Moments later, Soraya eased her body into a large Jacuzzi tub beside Major Trevor. The water was warm and it felt good to be clean. Soraya was drinking an excellent cup of American coffee and had just finished a pastry that the Major had offered.

"Iraq is a country that has not been kind to its citizens especially the women," said the Major putting her arm around Soraya.

"That is very true unfortunately. I plan to go live in the United States with my daughters provided we can get out of Iraq alive," said Soraya resting her head on the Major's shoulder.

"Your brother is in Chicago," said the Major.

"Yes, he is a thoracic surgeon. He will help me establish my medical practice."

"Your problems are twofold. First of all, you married a Parchai and they believe in the old ways. Women who disgrace the tribe have to be killed. That would include all three of you. Secondly, there is a three-year long waiting list of Iraqis who want to come to America," said the Major putting her arm around Soraya allowing her face to rest on the Major's breast.

"If Azul divorces me, he will take Nadia and Safia. His brother Omar is a fanatic. He will kill us all," said Soraya sadly.

"I could help," said the Major.

"How?'

"I could convince the Parchai's to leave you alone. And I could arrange to put you at the head of the immigration list," said the Major.

"And you would do this?"

"Yes, in return for your keeping your eyes and ears open for the next six months and passing on any thing of interest to us."

"You're asking me to become an American spy?" said Soraya after thinking for a minute.

"Technically, a coalition spy," said the Major.

"You can keep the Parchai's from killing us?" asked Soraya.

"I will promise them that I will bring the entire tribe here and castrate them if any harm comes to you," said the Major.

"They would fear that," said Soraya. "For six months only?"

"Six months from now, the three of you will be on your way to Chicago," said the Major leaning in to kiss Soraya's neck.

"All right," said Soraya turning her face to kiss the Major. The two women engaged in a prolonged session of kissing and fondling.

"While we make love let's watch some video that we took at last night's party," said the Major picking up a remote for the television.

Soraya nestled into the Major's shoulder as she watched the screen come to life. It started off pretty much as Soraya remembered half naked and naked women dancing and kissing in the hallway. American officers and Iraqi women were making love, smoking marijuana, and talking in clusters. Sex toys, drugs and alcohol were everywhere. The camera wandered into the room they called the Pussy Pit where Soraya recognized Safia having sex with several women at the same time. The camera lingered on Safia as she enthusiastically engaged in oral sex with dozens of others.

"Safia loves to eat pussy," said the Major reaching between Soraya's legs for her sex.

"She was always so religious," said Soraya relaxing as she felt the Major's fingers on her clit.

"Horniest soldiers in this women's army are the girls raised as Southern Baptists in the Deep South never miss a Sunday school class or a chance to spread their legs," said the Major.

"Perhaps there is a psychological connection," said Soraya.

"Spread your legs wider so I can get my fingers in your twat," said the Major reaching her hand to extend her forefinger into Soraya's vagina.

Soraya immediately complied. On screen she watched Captain Caldwell and another female soldier push dildos into Safia's orifices. The camera went in for a close up of Safia's face as she reacted to the dildo's entering her.

"Safia is hot. My women are crazy about her. She's a born lesbian," said the Major massaging Soraya's sex then kissing her breasts.

The screen changed to another room. Soraya was surprised to see Nadia chained naked to a wooden cross.

"You tortured Nadia at the party?" questioned Soraya.

"Nadia is a pain slut. She loves the whip. Watch her," laughed the Major.

Soraya watched fascinated as her eldest daughter begged to be hurt and the officers obliged her. What really astonished Soraya was when Nadia knelt between three of the officers and begged them to piss in her mouth.

"Nadia loves to drink pee. She just couldn't get enough of it last night. We took this at the end of the evening," said the Major as the television screen showed another room.

Soraya recognized herself down on all four with her butt high and her face resting almost on the floor. Sadie was kneeling at Soraya's rear. The older woman was reaching into a large can of vegetable shortening extracting handfuls of the white substance and working them into Soraya's vagina and butthole.

"Ever been fisted before?" asked the Major.

"No," replied Soraya.

"You put on quite a show."

Soraya watched as Sadie slowly stuffed more of the shortening into both her orifices. The sounds of her moaning and grunting as Sadie applied ever-greater force to widen her openings filled the room.

"I love this part," said the Major.

Soraya almost moaned in concert as Sadie's muscular hand slipped inside her vagina.

"Beg me to make a fist," said the onscreen Sadie.

"Oh fuck yes, fist fuck me please, I need it," whined the onscreen Soraya.

Soraya watched fascinated as the tendons in Sadie's arm indicated she had made a fist. The onscreen Soraya moaned loudly as Sadie's forearm disappeared inside her vagina.

"Now for your butt," announced Sadie.

"This part is fucking awesome," said the Major.

Keeping one arm inside Soraya's cunt, Sadie slowly worked her other hand in Soraya's rectum. Shortening squeezed from her anus as Sadie's hand passed her sphincter and entered her rectum.

Soraya made little mewling sounds as Sadie formed her other hand into a fist and buried her arm to the elbow in Soraya's intestines.

Sadie then slowly and patiently fist fucked both of Soraya's holes while Soraya moaned and grunted.

At a certain point, Safia appeared on the screen. She climbed underneath Soraya and began to lick her clit while Sadie kept fisting her. Nadia also came into the screen. She sat directly down in front of Soraya. The screen showed Soraya eagerly eating her oldest daughter's pussy. Later it showed the girls fisting their mother while they smiled at the camera

"I don't remember any of this," said Soraya wondering if the girls would remember having incestuous relations with their mother.

"You were too far gone on Sadie's hashish," said the Major climbing up to sit on the side of the Jacuzzi. The Major spread her legs.

Soraya knew what the Major wanted. She moved forward and put her mouth on the Major's sex and began to lick swirls around her vagina. Between the video showing her having sex with her own daughters, the dozens of pictures they'd made of her including one where she had sex with a dog, and the fact that the Parchai would kill her unless the Major forced them not to, the Americans owned her body and soul. She would have to work hard to get them the intelligence they wanted so she could escape her benighted country.