Chapter 6 - The Meat Racks
Achmed returned to the prison to scoop his missing person on behalf of
Sheik Rashid. Maria was being kept for the sheik at the meat racks. A meat rack
was a simple tool, used to pacify troublemakers.
The meat racks were simply stainless steel rollout shelves, like the
drawers for the corpses in the morgue. Each held a naked woman strapped firmly
down, arms at her sides, immobilized on its cool steel surface. An adult diaper,
changed once a day, took care of the calls of nature. Blindfolded by duct tape
wrapped around her head, each troublesome female was kept in her small, dark
drawer in the prison, locked alone in a world of claustrophobic nightmare. Her
head was clamped firmly between two padded stainless steel plates. Her mouth was
wrapped around a big red ball gag with a large hole drilled through the centre
for ease of feeding. A filthy cloth was jammed into each hole between feedings
to discourage any attempts at conversation although each little hellhole was
fairly soundproof anyway.
The matron, dressed entirely in black robes, cackled gleefully. A coarse,
garrulous soul with a demented gap-toothed grin, she welcomed Achmed to her
domain.
"You've come for the Filipina?"
Achmed smiled agreeably as the withered crone opened one of the drawers,
removed the filthy gag from the mouth of a buxom blond and spat a thick phlegm
wad down the blonde's throat. She pinched the blonde's nostrils shut. They
watched with interest as the blond was forced to gulp down the spit and phlegm
in order to breath.
The matron smiled courteously at Achmed, her fingers still pinching the
blonde's nostrils shut.
"Care to contribute?"
Having no desire to insult his charming hostess, Achmed gargled up as
much phlegm as he could from the back of his throat. He rolled it around inside
his mouth, mixing it with as much saliva as he could summon up. He leaned over
and drooled a generous quantity of spit and snot straight into the blonde's
propped-open mouth. Her bare tits quivered and her throat worked convulsively as
she gagged briefly and then gulped it down.
The matron tugged delicately at the waistband to the blonde's adult
diaper and peered inside. She released it and fanned her nose.
"Whew! It's getting pretty ripe in there. That diaper rash must be pretty
painful."
Achmed laughed.
"What's she in here for?"
"Oh, she's one of those missing American reporters from Afghanistan. The
Americans think they're dead. They've been shipped here to encourage them to
re-think their position on Arab terrorism."
Achmed grinned.
"I guess there's no rush on that."
The matron grinned back.
"There's plenty of time! We wouldn't want them coming to any premature
conclusions!"
They giggled together as she slammed the drawer shut.
"Hey, you should see the tits on this one!"
She pulled open another drawer. A very well endowed reporter's tits
quivered liquidly as her drawer slid open. Her toes were taped down so that she
was forced to point them prettily for her captors. As a result, her calf muscles
were cramping painfully.
"Achmed, meet Nancy."
Nancy whimpered continuously into her ball-gag. Achmed grinned.
"I'll bet nobody looks her in the face much."
The matron grinned back.
"Especially as the shameless hussy was bra-less when captured!"
"I like a woman who's eager to exploit her assets."
"I think we can exploit her assets a bit ourselves!"
The hideous old crone winked salaciously at Achmed.
"Want to see her put on a real jiggleshow?"
"You have to ask?"
Sniggering coarsely, the matron addressed the whimpering American, her
voice dripping with mock sympathy.
"You poor dear! You must be awfully thirsty. You need a drink!"
Her poor victim's tits jiggled deliciously as Nancy began panting hard.
It looked like she had been through this charming little routine a few times
before. The matron gave Achmed her most charming, gap-toothed grin as she pulled
the filthy rag from the hole in the hard-breathing beauty's ballgag.
"Would you mind passing me that large funnel, Achmed?"
Obligingly, always interested in watching a fellow professional at work,
he handed her the funnel. The matron fitted it in the hole to the big-boobed
babe's ballgag.
"Kindly pour the contents of the bucket labelled 'camel piss' into
Nancy's funnel while I pinch her nostrils shut."
Anticipating an event is often as important as the event itself. The
American reporter's udders were shuddering and juddering delightfully as Achmed
took his time picking up the bucket. Delicately, he perched it over the mouth of
the large funnel, positioning it carefully. He tilted the bucket and poured the
golden liquid smoothly, filling the funnel to the brim with strong-smelling
camel urine.
The matron was right.
Her victim's titanic torso heaved, making her monster melons shudder and
shake as she choked down the dark, vile-tasting piss. Coughing and sputtering,
her twin beach balls bounced and shook like jumbo jello mountains in an
earthquake as she gulped down the piss. At last, after a long hard struggle,
Nancy got it all down, emptying the funnel. She drew in a few frantic,
enchantingly deep, breaths. Then she was pulled into the struggle again as her
rebellious stomach threw it back up to refill the funnel.
At last, after a long, coughing, tit-shaking struggle, Nancy gulped it
down and kept it down. The matron kneaded Nancy's monster melons
enthusiastically.
"You're coming along beautifully, Nancy. We'll just keep that funnel in
and this little clothespin pinching your nostrils shut while you dream about
dining out at an Arab chain of restaurants where you fatcat Americans can drink
camel piss and eat dungburgers until you explode!"
Achmed nodded agreeably as the matron slammed Nancy's drawer shut.
"American reporters do talk a lot of shit, don't they?"
The matron giggled.
"You are what you eat!"
"I suppose that we can't release them without revealing this country's
connection to Al Qaeda?"
The matron was smug.
"That's right. They're here, in my tender loving care, until they rot."
"Some of them smell pretty ripe already!"
They laughed genially.
"You have Sheik Rashid's runaway pet here?"
The matron grinned.
"I think it's her. The Sheik sent you to identify her. We've been very
careful ever since that embarrassing episode where over ninety pretty Filipina's
showed up at the Philippine embassy on the same day begging for a flight home to
escape alleged mental, physical and sexual abuse here. We watch the embassy
constantly and intercept anybody suspicious. This girl's answers didn't satisfy
us and she couldn't produce any papers. She's stored right here."
With a dramatic flourish, she pulled open the drawer.
Filipino women, with their pretty faces, lovely skin, short perfect
bodies and flirtatious ways, are perhaps the most seductive women on earth.
Combine that with the widespread poverty in their native land and they are prime
candidates for Arab recruiters offering high paying jobs in faraway countries as
nannies and house servants. These recruiters of course pooh-pooh as vicious
rumours any tales of abuse that may have filtered back to the Philippines.
The Arab recruiters in the Philippines had a slaver's eye for female
flesh. The babe in the meat rack drawer was no exception. This one had no duct
tape blindfold and stared up wild-eyed, blinking rapidly in the sudden bright
light. The duct tape tended to remove the eyebrows and eyelashes when it was
pulled off. Sensitive to her responsibilities, the crone had no desire to damage
Sheik Rashid's prime pussy.
"She hasn't been here very long, just a few hours."
Achmed nodded.
"That's her - Maria Deguzman. She's an insolent trouble-maker, always
trying to escape and trying to get the other girls to join her in various
irritating acts of defiance. If you ask me, the Sheik should have let her stay
here until her crotch rots in her own filth. "
Speaking of filth, the matron insolently reached inside Maria's diaper
and felt around.
"We phoned the Sheik right away. She's only had time to pee a few times.
No poop. No diaper rash."
She winked roguishly at Achmed.
"Are you sure that you don't want to leave her here for a few weeks? I
guarantee that she'll be a totally changed woman - completely unhinged both
mentally and physically!"
Achmed laughed and shook his head regretfully.
"Sorry! The Sheik wants to unhinge her himself."
