Abu Ghraib Revised

Chapter 8  – New Assignment

 

     “I think Lt. Neely is going to fit right in.  You should have seen her sucking air through a severed cock,” said Major Trevor combing her hair.  Lt. Neely had left minutes before, limping slightly from the after effects of a deep double fisting.

     “That’s a true test of a soldier.  When you can breathe through a dead enemy’s piss hole, you’re ready for combat,” said Captain Caldwell buttoning her blouse.

     “We’ve got an important assignment arriving at 1400,” said Major Trevor.

     “Shit, what’s happening?”

     “Azul Parchai and family ran into a roadblock.  CentCom think he knows where his brother, Kamal, is,” said Major Trevor.

     “Family sounds interesting.  What kind of family?”

     “Wife and two teenage daughters.”

     “And the Colonel is giving them to us,” asked Captain Caldwell fighting to control her excitement at the prospect of interrogating the teenagers?

     “Yeah, he’s confident we can get results quickly,” said Major Trevor.

     “The Colonel made the right decision, especially if young girls are involved,” said Captain Caldwell.

     “So its up to us to get them to talk,” said Major Trevor.  “If we succeed, it will make the Colonel look good and General Wallace even better.”

     “Speaking of our chain of command, I finished editing last night’s DVD of General Wallace and you.  Have you got time to review it?”

     “As long as it’s quick,” said Major Trevor, glancing at her wristwatch.

     “I would never have guessed General Herbert Walker was such a twisted bastard.  He seems so straight laced,” said the Captain opening her laptop computer.  While they waited for the system to complete its startup sequence, the Major walked over to her desk to use a desktop computer to inquire into the CentCom intelligence database.

     “Azul is a medical doctor.  He’s forty-one.  His wife, Soraya, is one too, a gynecologist.  She studied in the United States at Massachusetts General. She’s thirty-eight by the way. Two girls, Nadia, sixteen and Safia, fourteen.”

     “Request the Major let me have the youngest.  Young girls are the most fun,” said Captain Caldwell.

     “All right, but be careful.  I may need them as leverage against mom and daddy.  And for that matter, the wife may know something.  She’s not your average Iraqi spouse, 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.

     “Good idea, Darcy has been getting excellent results.  I dropped by this morning just as she was finishing up with the college girl Special Ops brought in yesterday.”

     “And?”

     “Cunt gave up a weapons cache in Fallujah.  She lasted a while.  Her baby making parts were in a bucket but she still had her clit,” said Major Trevor.  “Darcy and I used her to experiment with a new torture technique called bone scraping.  It was all the rage in the Lubyanka and the Soviets practiced it extensively in Afghanistan.  I’d never heard of it before.  You run a sharp instrument along the surface of a bone.  The KGB favored tracing an ice pick along the pubic bone.”

     “Wow! Makes my pussy wet just thinking about it.  Was it effective?” asked Captain Caldwell.

     “It appeared so.  Her screams were off the charts.  I told Darcy to do more research before we add it to our bag of tricks.  For now, she’s sticking with sexual mutilation.”

     “Wonder what it feels like to lay there while our Doctor wantabe slowly cuts out all your female parts?  Between no anesthetic and being able to watch, I’m surprised they don’t wind up in the loony bin.”

     “Not fun, I watched her once. It was a teenager from Takrit. She was barely fifteen and pretty, had those wide hips made for spitting out little Mohammeds.  The Captain cut out each ovary and laid them on her tits.  Next she took out her uterus.  The girl started screaming the name of every terrorist she knew.  The Captain’s one hell of a sadist but an excellent interrogator.”

     “Several of your officers have prevailed on the Captain to recreate their hymen,” said Captain Caldwell. 

     “No way, you’re bullshitting me,” said Major Trevor.  “Although it’s a common enough operation in this shit box of a country.  Why the hell did they do that?”

     “According to Lieutenant Morrison, she was too drunk to remember her deflowerment.  Her prom date fed her rum and coke till she passed out then took her cherry.  So she wants to experience the real thing,” said Captain Caldwell.  “Captain Darcy put a thick cap on her hole so whoever does it is going to have a sore dick.  The Lieutenant is planning some sort of performance art at our next party. ”

     “Sounds very creative.  My deflowering was a wonderful experience.  Family and friends surrounded me.  There was music, food, and gifts.  Dad went first then my uncles.  Can you remember loosing yours,” asked Major Trevor?

     “Yes, my parents went on vacation leaving me in the care of my older brother.  His two best buddies by chance also had little sisters.  They all came over the first night and we had a cherry busting party.  Each boy took his sister’s hymen, and then did the other boy’s sisters.  I took three cocks the first hour.  I was sore as shit the next day.”

     “That must have been fun,” said Major Trevor.

     “I also learned it was far hotter to eat pussy than have a dick squirting pecker snot down your throat.  After the boys took our cherries, they made us go down on each other.  I lost my virginity and ate my first pussy the same night,” said Captain Caldwell.    

     “Childhood is such a challenging time for a girl.  A hysterectomy without any anesthetic should be just the thing to make Dr. Soraya Parchai tells us all she knows,” said Major Trevor.

     “I’ll make a point of observing Captain Darcy interrogate a prisoner.  What usually happens?” asked Captain Caldwell.

     “I’ve only observed that one case from start to finish.  Sergeant Sanders started off by shaving her bush.  You know how these Arab girls value cunt hair.  She got hysterical when she realized what they were doing,” said the Major.

     “Thank God, the US Army is going to bring these people into the twenty first century. It’s amazing how backward the women are,” said Captain Caldwell.

     “When she was bare as a baby’s butt, we felt her up and sucked her nipples until they were an inch long.  Sergeant Sanders went down on her to really humiliate and shame the little bitch.  She still had her hymen so the Captain opened her up with a speculum and removed it in one piece.  She went nuts when Darcy stuck it in her mouth and made her eat it,” said Major Trevor.

     “Eating your own hymen, that sounds hot.  Iraqi girl without a cap is a worthless whore to her family,” said Captain Caldwell.  “Nobody will marry her.”

      “Then the operation begins.  Darcy made an incision from her navel to the top of her clit.  She peeled back the flaps and clamped her open.   You could look inside and see all her plumbing just like in a textbook.  The kid was screaming so loud I wanted to gag her but that would defeat out purpose.”

     “They performed surgery without anesthesia until the 1900s,” said Captain Caldwell.

     “And many died of shock or infection.  Next, Darcy went in with the scalpel and presto; she held up her severed left ovary with the fallopian tube dangling and dropped it on the girl’s chest.  That has to be a sobering moment seeing your reproductive organs lying on your tits, realizing you will never be a mother.  Your cunt’s only good for fucking.   Then she informed her she still had one egg factory left and if she talked, she could keep it,” said Major Trevor.

     “What did the girl do,” asked Captain Caldwell?

     “Didn’t talk.  She was a tough one.  So Darcy cut out the other ovary and announced her baby making was 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 Major Trevor.

     “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.  People are fucking savages,” said Captain Caldwell.

     “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 uterus that by the way is a little bitty thing.  It must expand like all hell when you get pregnant.  She does it like show and tell.”

     “You’re kidding. What does she say?”

     “Her Arabic is fluent so it works like a charm.  This is your uterus or as it is more commonly called, the womb.  This is where the umbilical cord connects to the placenta 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?”

     “Castration time, Darcy slices off her labia leaving her with no hole cover; then she excises the clit right down to the root.  She removes the nerve ending connecting to your G-spot.  You are completely neutered.”

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

     “Once, but 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 a hysterectomy.  My mother’s had one and so has my aunt,” said Captain Caldwell.

     ”When it’s my turn, I’ll demand anesthesia and the doctor won’t be named Darcy,” said Major Trevor. “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 and implant a pair of fake boobs.  She found a primer on sex change and wants to give it a try.”

     “Ooh, now that sounds interesting. Maybe she should do organ transplants, too.”

     “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 have one of the prisoners knock him up.”

     “Knock her up,” corrected Major Trevor.  “Darcy could become the Doctor Mengele of Abu Ghraib.”

     “Still a guy with ovaries, womb, the whole kit and baby-making caboodle,” said Captain Caldwell laughing.  “That could win Darcy the Nobel prize in medicine.”

      “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 Captain Caldwell turning the laptop screen toward the Major.

     “Just to check out your camerawork,” said Major Trevor sitting down beside the Captain.

     “What are you wearing?” asked Captain Caldwell.  “It looks retro.”

     “It is.  That is the World War II dress uniform of a member of Women’s Royal Naval Service.  They were called WRENs,” said Major Trevor.

     “The British version of women in the Royal Navy?” asked Captain Caldwell.

     “Correct, the General’s grandmother was a WREN, assigned to the General’s grandfather as a driver during the Second World War.  Grandfather knocked her up right before D-day and had to marry her,” said Major Trevor.

     “None of us would be here if men in those days weren’t forced to marry women they got pregnant.  It happened to my grandmother too.  Granddaddy was her boss at the bank where she worked.  She tricked him into getting her pregnant and became a missus.  But why does General Wallace have a grandmother hang up?”

     “He was raised by his grandparents.  Mother and Father apparently dumped him on them and took off.  It took several hours of intense conversation between fucks before he told me about it,” said Major Trevor.

     “Your interrogation skills are amazing,” said Captain Caldwell.

     “Men find it easy to talk to their whores.  He makes a half decent female,” said Major Trevor.

     “I’d fuck him if I didn’t know there was a cock under that skirt.  Grandmother molested him?” said Captain Caldwell.

     “Along with Grandfather after they dressed him up as a WREN. Grandmother was a talented seamstress.   He tearfully admitted to enjoying being sodomised by the old buggier,” said Major Trevor.

     “Where did you get the uniforms?” asked Captain Caldwell.

     “Iraqi tailor ran them up for me.  I gave him some pictures I got off the Internet and he did the rest.  The skirts are shorter than regulation,” said Major Trevor.

     “General Wallace has nice legs,” said Captain Caldwell watching the Major and the General making out on the screen.   The Major’s hand was up the General’s skirt, masturbating him.

     “He’s a good kisser and well equipped.  I’ve fucked worse general officers,” said Major Trevor.

     “You went to a lot of trouble,” said Captain Caldwell. 

     “A good officer goes the extra mile.  Anybody can spread their legs for a general but getting inside their heads and appealing to their deepest darkest desires is what makes them really appreciate you,” said Major Trevor.

      “I see what you mean.  You’re way more than another fuck to the General.  You’re the one who helped him reenact a seminal moment in his upbringing,” said Captain Caldwell.

      “Exactly, imagine how it was for a young boy with overactive male hormones to be dressed up as a female soldier.  According to the General, grandmother went to great lengths to feminize him.  She began by shaving off his pubic hair.  His reward was his first hand job,” said Major Trevor.

      “Just like you did to the General last week,” said Captain Caldwell.

      “Yes, we took it slow, acting out the steps by which Grandmother Cecilia brought him to the point that he was her sex slave, willing to obey her every command.  Next, we changed into the regulation undies required for WRENS.  He adored the dress up part,” said Major Trevor.

     “You reminded me of a couple of junior high girls trying on your Mom’s sexy lingerie,” said Captain Caldwell watching the screen.

     “Playing dress kept his cock hard for hours.”

     “I love the lingerie of that period.  It’s so feminine,” said Captain Caldwell observing the on screen Major lifting the General skirt to reveal a full slip and hose attached by garters to a girdle.

     “Not very comfortable, however.  In those days, women wore girdles to keep their buttocks from moving as they walked.  Having your cheeks flopping about made you a whore,” said Major Trevor.

     “Weren’t the WRENS whores in military disguise,” asked Captain Caldwell?

     “Yes and no, the WREN concept was to free men for the fleet while women served in non combat roles as clerks, drivers, and even mechanics.  In practice, upper echelons of the Royal Navy used them as whores when they weren’t on duty.  President Eisenhower almost left his wife to marry one,” said Major Trevor.

     “I didn’t know that,” said Captain Caldwell.

     “Her name was Kay Summersby and she was his chauffeur.  Ike once told General Marshall that Kay gave the most incredible blowjobs he had ever experienced.  Apparently, she had lone delicate fingers that stroked his prostate as she sucked his cock.  Ike’s cock being something his wife’s lips had never touched,” said Major Trevor.

     “Someday, I would like to write a history of how whores and camp followers have influenced the military down through the course of history.  Great battles were lost and won based on who was getting laid,” said Captain Caldwell.

     “Sounds like an interesting topic, perhaps a best seller.  Once Cecilia had little Gerald fully feminized as a WREN, the next step was for Grandfather Raymond to impale his sweet little tush.  According to Gerald, it was a setup.  Raymond pretended to have found the two of them playing dress up and proceeded to punish his little boy whore with a brutal cornholing,” said Major Trevor observing the small screen image of herself positioning an enormous strapon dildo at the General’s rosebud.

     “I doubt Grandfather Raymond was as well hung as you with that strapon.  Where did you acquire that monster?” asked Captain Caldwell.

     “A store in Hamburg sells them.  The General’s imagination has inflated the size of his Grandfather’s prick over the years.  However, it was important it hurt as much as he remembered it,” said Major Trevor.

      “Based on the way his eyes bugged out when you forced it past his sphincter, I’d say you more than exceeded,” said Captain Caldwell.

      “Turn up the sound, I love the way he cries,” said Major Trevor.

      “Sounds just like a thirteen year old boy being buggered for the first time.  Those are real tears too,” said Captain Caldwell.

     “After Grandfather had filled his ass with spunk, his reward was intercourse with Grandmother,” said Major Trevor observing her onscreen performance in the sixty-nine position.     

     “I don’t see how you do that, yuck.  Eating a man’s nasty butthole would make me puke,” said Captain Caldwell.

     “One of his fondest childhood memories is when Grandmother rimmed his ass till it was sloppy and then stuck her tongue inside.  I don’t understand your problem.  You just sucked on Lt. Neely’s rosebud like it was her nipple.  What’s the difference?  An asshole is an asshole,” said Major Trevor.  “I can get off rimming a man’s big hairy ass especially when it’s already open from a dildo fucking.”

     “You’re bi and I am lesbian.  Men are filthy pigs with shit covered butt holes.  That’s the difference.  The strapon did open him up,” said Captain Caldwell watching intently as the Major’s tongue explored the dark hole.

     “A little man shit never hurt anyone.  The General gives excellent head by the way.  He got me off.  That’s no fake,” said Major Trevor as her on screen persona writhed in an orgasm.

     “Why did he want to come on your face instead of your mouth or vagina,” asked Captain Caldwell?

     “Visual reasons, Grandfather liked to watch him shoot his spunk all over Grandmother’s kisser.  Then smear it around with his cockhead just like he’s doing there.  Taking a face full was considered romantic when I was in college,” said Major Trevor.

     “He packs a good load,” said Captain Caldwell.

     “Yes, I would rate it on the heavy side,” said Major Trevor fast-forwarding the video player to later in the evening when the General and she were engaged in anal intercourse. 

     “The Colonel has a big cock. Did it hurt?” said Captain Caldwell looking at the screen. The Major was crouched over the General.   Her hand was on his penis guiding it into her anus as she lowered her body. His fingers were stretching out her nipples flattening them between his thumb and forefingers.

     “Actually, it felt pretty good, but not as good as your fist,” said Major Trevor.  “What put you off men, Captain?”

     “Every man I got involved with growing up screwed me over.  After my asshole brother and his buddies broke me in, there was Bobby Elkins, my first love,” said Captain Caldwell.  “He really did a number on my head.”

     “Tell me what happened?”

     “After he screwed me in the back seat of his family’s station wagon a few times, he gave me to the other members of my high school football team after he got me high and drunk.”

     “What brought forth this act of generosity?”

     “He wanted to gain over two hundred yards in the big game against Providence. He was the star half back of the team. He promised his teammates 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.  Hell, even the water boy dumped his load in my ass.  My reputation was ruined.”

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

     “My mother heard about it at her hair stylists. She called me a whore.  After my daddy heard about it down at the fire station, he started coming into my room at night for a piece of tail.  He figured I was already a slut so what was the problem.”

      “You assumed the proud title of town pump.  I was a whore at a young age but my parents were proud of my accomplishments.  They were very supportive.  That makes a huge difference.”

      “Bobby dumped me after that.  His parents didn’t want him dating someone with my reputation. I can’t believe he wanted you to fuck his ass with that strapon again,” said Captain Caldwell pointing toward the screen. The monitor displayed the Major covered in sweat, slamming the faux cock deep in the General’s bowels as she applied a ridding crop to his flanks.

     “I’ve never met a man who didn’t love strap on action.  Lube them up and plow their little hinnies.  They squeal like a pig baby when you drive that fake dick up their shitter.”

     “Listen to the pathetic whining sound he makes,” 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 Major Trevor.

     “He’s pathetic.  But you can tell he loves being pronged, the fucking queer.”

     “So after Bobby announced your whoring ass wasn’t good enough for the Elkins, what happened,” asked Major Trevor?

     “I won a scholarship, went to college, and 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 again, it’s almost 1400 and, soldier, we got prisoners to torture,” said Major Trevor after ending the kiss.