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Chapter 6 – IED
Punishment
“It’s the small details that make for success,” said Captain Maria
Mendez as she watched her assistant, Sergeant Towanda Barkley pump up the
pressure cuff positioned above the prisoner’s elbow. The Captain’s hand was idly stroking his soft
cock.
“How
so?” asked Sergeant Barkley, a physically imposing black woman of twenty-seven
who bore a striking resemblance to Naomi Campbell.
The pair
was working in Interrogation Room 10.
Similar to Interrogation Room 9, it was designed to perform procedures
loosely defined as medical torture. But
unlike Room 9, it was large enough to contain six operating tables arranged in
a semi-circle.
At the
moment, a six-man IED cell from Babquba occupied the tables. Moments before, MPs had brought each man into
the room, stripped them of their clothes then strapped them to a table. Stirrups elevated and separated their legs.
“The
mirrors, for example,” said Captain Mendez gesturing toward the mirrors mounted
on the ceiling above each table. Each
prisoner was whimpering loudly and pleading with the female soldiers not to be
harmed. “They allow the prisoner to watch what we’re doing. That adds a lot. It’s one thing to have your balls cut off;
it’s quite another to watch it happening.”
“I see
what you mean. Being able to see makes
it worse,” said Sgt. Barkley. “Think the
Major’s plan is going to work?”
“Too
early to tell, this is only the fourth cell and it takes time for the word to
get around. The Major thinks it will and
that’s good enough for me,” said the Captain as she positioned the jaws of the
bone cutter around the base of the prisoner’s thumb.
“At the
least, this one won’t be assembling any more IED’s,” said Sgt. Barkley speaking
in a loud voice over the screams of the prisoner.
“Opposable
thumbs is what makes mankind special,” said the Captain pressing on the handles
causing them to slice through the joint.
A snapping sound indicated the jaws had met. That was followed by a dull thud as the severed
thumb landed in a pale on the floor.
“Cauterizing tool,” requested the Captain ignoring the screams of the
other prisoners as they begged for mercy.
The hiss
of burning flesh followed by a loud scream indicated the Captain was applying
the red hot metal to the open wound.
Another louder hiss followed as the Sergeant released the air from the
pressure cuff.
“The
Major’s smart. Cutting off the bomb
maker’s thumbs puts him out of business,” said the Sergeant transferring the
cuff to the prisoner’s other arm.
“You’ll
have to find another line of work, Bakir,” said the Captain to the prisoner who
was babbling in Arabic.
“We’re
lucky IED cells contain six or less members.
Else, we’d have to do them in two groups,” said the Sergeant once again
squeezing the black rubber bulb to inflate the cuff.
Captain
Mendez pointed out each of the men as she spoke. “Six is the most we’ve found in a team. Bakir here is the bomb maker. His brother,
Hariz is the detonator. Those three are the
lookouts and the one on the end, Hasan, is the leader. He’s the one who supplies the bomb making
materials and pays them.”
“Why not
just take the bastards out and shoot them?
It’d be a lot less trouble,” said the Sergeant.
“The
Major believes sending them back to Babquba without their nuts and a pair of
tits will serves as an everyday reminder what happens to enemies of the
coalition. Think about it. You live in Babquba and you’re considering
joining the terrorists. You’re walking
down the street when you run into Bakir.
You look at his missing thumbs and man titties then recall his nuts are
still in Abu Ghraib. It’ll give you
second thoughts,” said Captain Mendez.
“Or your
wife tells you one of the cell’s wives is fucking the baker because her
husband’s pecker is only good for pissing,” said Sergeant Barkley.
“Right,
we’re creating living examples of what happens when you plant IEDs,” said the
Captain as she deftly severed Bakir’s other thumb.
“Lucky
bastard passed out,” said the Sergeant as the Captain applied the cauterizing
tool. The Sergeant inhaled filling her
lungs. “Nothing like the smell of
burning man flesh in the morning.”
“We’ll
have to wake him up for his next procedure,” said the Captain. “10CCs of adrenalin. Can’t have him miss his castration.”
The
Captain picked up the thumbs and walked around the room showing the other five
prisoners. That occasioned loud cries
for mercy.
“You guys
have been naughty,” said the Captain before dropping the carrion back into the
bucket. “Now who wants to be the first
to have their nuts cut off?”
“Let’s do
it like an assembly line,” said the Sergeant taking Hasan’s scrotum in one hand
as she applied shaving lather to its underside.
“Why not,
it worked for the last bunch,” said the Captain applying lather to Hariz’s
sack.
Except
for the cries of the prisoners, the room was quiet as they shaved each man’s
scrotum. Ten minutes later, they had
painted an antiseptic over the shaved area and were ready for the next step.
“Ever
castrate anyone before,” asked the Captain as she rolled a stool between
Hasan’s outstretched legs.
“No,
although I did fuck this bitch up pretty bad in high school,” said the Sergeant
watching as the Captain applied an antiseptic solution.
“Why’d
you do that,” asked the Captain?
“I caught
her screwing my boyfriend. It was stupid
when I think about it. No man’s worth
fighting for,” said the Sergeant.
“Tell me
about it,” said the Captain as she took a scalpel and made a small incision.
“I
thought I was in love. His name was Carl
Bryant and he was one fine looking man,” said the Sergeant sounding wistful.
“Well
hung?” asked the Captain as she reached a gloved finger inside the scrotum to locate
a testicle.
“Nine
thick inches with the biggest cock head I ever saw. First time, we did it I could barely walk,”
said the Sergeant. “He bruised my
cervix.”
“He your
first?” asked the Captain easing a testicle through the incision.
“Shit no,
I lost my cherry when one of Mama’s boyfriends raped me on the kitchen floor,”
said Sergeant Barkley.
“That
must have been exciting,” said Captain Mendez giving the exposed gonad a slight
squeeze causing Hasan to scream in pain.
“Where was your mother?”
“Sitting
at the table smoking her crack pipe, the bastard could have killed me for all
she cared,” said Sergeant Barkley. “I
was in my period.
“I’ve
heard that one before. So who was this
bitch you fucked over,” asked Captain Mendez?
“Her name
was Gloria Mendenhall and she was my best friend. We’d known each other since the first
grade. We were seniors when I found her
riding Carl’s pony in the back of his ride.”
“You
must have been pissed,” said Captain Mendez easing the second testicle through
the incision. The Captain held a
testicle in each hand. She positioned
the bloody orbs of flesh between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed. Hasan’s screams reverberated off the tile
walls. The Captain repeated the torture
causing Hasan to lose consciousness.
“The best thing about this job is making men pay for all the times they’ve
fucked me over.”
“Men are
scum. That’s for sure. Anyway, I went ballistic. I drug the cunt out of his car and was going
to beat the shit out of her but Carl stopped me. He said we should go about it the regular way
and settle it down by the tracks,” said the Sergeant.
“It’s
your turn, Achmet,” said Captain Mendez making a two-inch incision in his
scrotum. “Why down by the tracks?”
“There
was an abandoned warehouse where students at my high school settled their
differences where no one could interfere.
Half the school followed us there to watch,” said the Sergeant.
“So you
had an audience,” asked Captain Mendez applying pressure to the now exposed
testicles of Achmet. The result was
similar to that of Hassan, loud screams ending in unconsciousness. “It must hurt more to have your nuts squeezed
out of the sack.”
“At
least a couple of hundred showed up. As
soon as we got there, Gloria announced she was going to whip my ass then go
medieval on me,” said the Sergeant.
“Medieval, what did that mean,” asked Captain Mendez as she sliced open
Hussein’s sack?
“Different things depending on how pissed you are. Gloria thought she would whip my ass but I’d
been training down at Stoddard’s gym,” said the Sergeant. “Old man Stoddard let me train for free
provided I fuck him twice a week.”
“Here, see if you can make Hussein go
nighty night,” said Captain Mendez stepping aside so the Sergeant could compact
the prisoner’s exposed gonads.
“Lordy,
Lordy, could he scream,” said the Sergeant after Hussein had mercifully lost
consciousness.
“Three
down, three to go,” said the Captain using her legs to roll the stool between
Tariq’s outstretched legs. “So did you
win the fight?”
“Yes,
but it wasn’t easy. Gloria was one tough
bitch. But I ran cross-country and
outlasted her. At the end, she was so
winded she couldn’t do anything but stand there while I wailed the shit out
her. She took my best shot in the
chin. Her eyes rolled up to where you
could see the white and she went down,” said the Sergeant.
“Then
you got to go medieval,” said the Captain as she cut into Hariz’s ball sack.
“Two of
my friends helped me strip her naked and tie her to an old chair someone had
put there for just that reason,” said the Sergeant.
“And
then the fun began. Well, would you look
at that?” said Captain Mendez.
“One nut
is twice as big as the other,” said the Sergeant peering intently at Hariz’s
unequal gonads. “First thing, I shaved
her head. She was bald as a cue ball
when I finished.”
“You
must have brought along your shears,” said Captain Mendez holding both Hariz’s
testicles between the palms of her hands and applying pressure.
“If it
was a girl fight, the loser got their head shaved for starters. One of the teachers, Mrs. Rose, used to own
her own salon. She brought what you
needed ad showed you how,” said the Sergeant.
“So
teachers were present?” asked Captain Mendez.
“I’m surprised.”
“My high
school was in the worst part of
“Were
they the only teachers?” asked Captain Mendez?
“Coach
Henry would show up if it was a girl fight.
And that old dyke, Mrs. Cable, the school librarian, never missed a
chance to see young pussy. She’d offer
to take the loser to her place for first aid where she’d wind up going down on
her,” said the Sergeant.
“So tell me how you did it,” asked Captain
Mendez?
“As soon
as we had Gloria tied down, Mrs. Rose handed me the electric shears and I go
busy. They were the kind used to shear
sheep. A couple of passes and she had
maybe a quarter inch left. The bitch was
crying and begging me to stop. She had
naturally curly blonde hair.”
“Oh, she
was a blonde,” said Captain Mendez positioning the scalpel over Bashir’s
scrotum.
“Blue
eyed blonde white girl, Gloria was prom queen and captain of the cheer leading
squad. She was a real beauty before I
fucked her up,” said the Sergeant.
“You
shaved her head next?” asked Captain Mendez.
“Smooth
as a baby’s butt then her eyebrows. Her
cunt was already bare or I would have shaved that too. Like I said, I was pissed,” said the
Sergeant.
“They’re
ready, Sergeant,” said the Captain checking each of the six table before
announcing, “Harvest time.”
“Think
this will give Captain Whittaker enough to make appetizer’s for tonight’s
mess?” asked the Sergeant.
“It
should. She’s already got some in the
freezer,” said Captain Mendez as she sliced though both Hasan’s sperm ducts.
“I don’t
mind them cooked but I couldn’t eat them raw like the Major,” said the Sergeant
capturing Hasan’s several testicles in a cup before they fell to the floor.
“I prefer
them cooked. I tried one raw just to
impress the Major. Raw man balls are an
acquired taste. The Major considered
them a delicacy,” said the Captain as she sliced off Hussein’s gonads.
“I guess
so since you only get two per man,” said the Sergeant expertly capturing
Hussein’s testicles as they fell.
“So what
happened after you shaved all your ex best friend’s hair off?” asked the
Captain.
“We’re
still best friends by the way. We made
up later when Carl dumped me after he got a big basketball scholarship to
Kentucky. I carved ‘slut’ in one titty
and ‘whore’ in the other. Used a
serrated knife so it would leave a nasty scar,” said the Sergeant following
along behind the Captain as she castrated the rest of the IED cell.
“You were
bad. Was that it,” asked the Captain?
“Not
quite, like I said I was pissed. I
leaned her chair back on the floor until she was facing the ceiling. Then I went to work on her pussy with a pair
of needle nose pliers,” said Sergeant Barkley.
“Her cunt lips were a bloody mess when I was done. Then came the big finale.”
“I’d say
Bakir could handle a small D,” said Captain Mendez grasping the prisoner’s
breast. “He’s a fatty.”
“All we got left is C’s,” said Sergeant
Barkley looking through the box of saline breast implants. “No, hold it, there’s one pair of Ds left. We got more coming?”
“The
Major said her Dad sent her a box of implants a week ago; but I guess it got
hung up somewhere,” said Captain Mendez as she shaved an area underneath
Bakir’s nipple.
“Is it
true that Major’s Dad does boob jobs all day,” asked Sergeant Barkley removing
the sterile packaging?
“That’s
what I’ve heard. She told me her daddy
was the one who did her boob job for her sixteenth birthday,” said Captain
Mendez making an incision under the nipple.
“Lot of
money in that, the Major’s family must be rich,” said Sergeant Barkley sponging
up the blood.
“Probably. So finish your
story. How did it end?” asked Captain
Mendez.
“I
dropped my pants and squatted down over her face. She knew what was coming and started begging
me not to shit on her. But I was full
out of sympathy for the bitch. I grabbed
her clit in the pliers and the minute she started screaming, I pissed in her
mouth,” said Sergeant Barkley placing a retractor in the incision so the
Captain could slowly ease the pouch inside.
“She
drink your piss?” asked the Captain.
“Most of
it, then I pulled her clit out as far as I could stretch it and positioned the
wire cutter around the base. I said,
‘Gloria, you got a choice. You can
either eat the log I’m about to shit or walk around with a useless pussy until
you die.’ That was exactly what I told
her.”
“So you
threatened to castrate her,” asked Captain Mendez?
“Yes,
although we didn’t call it that,” said Sergeant Barkley.
“What did
you call it,” asked Captain Mendez?
“Being
de-girled.”
“She eat
your shit?” asked Captain Mendez.
“Wrapped
her lips around the turd as it came out and bit off a chunk, just like it was a
Tootsie Roll. Feeling that cold metal
around your clit is a powerful persuader,” said Sergeant Barkley removing the
retractor then handing the Captain the sutures.
“Must
have felt good to get revenge like that,” said the Captain as she deftly closed
the incision.
“Sure
did, I managed to control it so she had to eat the whole log then lick my butt
clean before I was done,” said Sergeant Barkley.
“She puke it up or keep it down?” asked
Captain Mendez making an incision under Bakir’s other nipple?
“Kept it
down. I told her if she didn’t I was
going to make her eat her puke,” said the Sergeant.
“You went
to a tough school,” said Captain Mendez.
“They say
Marcus Monroe is the worst school in Trenton.
What happens when we’re done with them?” said Sergeant Barkley.
“The MPs
take them down to Block 44 where they’ll stay until they are completely
recovered. We’ll shoot them full of
female hormones so they girl up. Then
we’ll release them in Babquba,” said the Captain.
“Look Ma,
what the coalition did for me. They cut
off my nuts but they gave me these pretty set of tits,” said Sergeant Barkley
laughing.
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