Abu Ghraib Revised

Chapter 11 – New Technology Seminar

 

     “Come inside everyone and close the door,” said Captain Caldwell to the group standing outside Interrogation Room 7.

      The ten officers and enlisted men moved quickly into the gleaming new space that had been the subject of considerable buzz over the past three weeks.  A collective, “ahh,” rose from their mouths as they admired the completely refurbished facility.

     “This is really cool,” said Lt. Neely impressed with the newly tiled walls and the four stainless steel work stations.

     For the moment, everyone ignored the two men and two women restrained and gagged on the work stations.  The fact they were naked and looked both embarrassed and terrified didn’t surprise the soldiers.

     “This must have cost a fortune, Captain” said Sgt. Mary Saunders running her hand over the adjustable stainless steel table holding the younger of the two men before reaching over to fondle his cock as she whispered to the soldier beside her, “Jacking boy cock.  That takes me back to my high school days.”

     “It did,” said the Captain.  “It was paid for out of the funds appropriated for Iraqi Reconstruction.  Most of the equipment came from a company in Hamburg, Germany.”

     “Why didn’t they buy American made?” asked Lt. Neely.

     “Couldn’t find an American manufacturer who could provide what we needed.  Major Trevor tried, but no luck.  She wanted the very best and that turned out to be German,” said Captain Caldwell.

     “Who was General Reynolds, Captain?” asked Lt. Neely pointing to a large metal plaque fixed to the wall.  The plaque read, “Given in Loving Memory of Lt. General Marcus W, Reynolds.”

     “When Major Trevor realized the government funds allocated to rehab Room 7 weren’t sufficient, rather than accept lesser quality, she prevailed on the widow of General Reynolds to make a contribution to cover the shortfall.  General Reynolds was in charge of intelligence during the Afghan invasion.  Major Trevor considered him an unequaled superior officer and her mentor.  Unfortunately, he suffered a fatal heart attack while interrogating a female prisoner,” said Captain Caldwell.  “He was instructing his subalterns in the proper technique for whipping breasts, when his heart failed, a terrible loss to the nation.”

     “You two come in and join us,” yelled Captain Caldwell when two officers dressed in the uniform of the newly formed Iraqi army appeared in the doorway.  “Introduce yourself.”

     “Lt. Yasmina Al-Nuri reporting,” said the taller of the two, a slender attractive brunette.

     “Lt. Fatima Al-Parchai reporting,” said the other soldier whose most impressive feature was her oversized breasts.

     “Welcome.  As you are aware, training of Iraqi personnel to replace Coalition forces is a priority.  As of 0900 today, Yasmina and Fatima are assigned to Major Trevor’s command.  I want everyone to make them feel welcome.  They’re here to learn.  And the sooner they master the required skills, the quicker we get back home.”

     “Thank you, Captain Caldwell, we feel privileged to be working with your unit.  Everyone including Al Qaeda knows there is no finer intelligence gathering operation in Iraq,” said Lt. Al-Nuri.

    “Appreciate the positive attitude,” said Captain Caldwell.  “Let me run though the lecture part of this workshop then we can divide up into four groups and get some hands on experience.  Don’t hesitate to ask questions as we go along.  Any questions before we start?”

     “Who are the subjects?  They don’t look like Iraqis,” asked Lt. Neely referring to the four individuals strapped on the adjustable tables that formed the center of each workstation.

     “They’re not Iraqis.  They’re the Niles family from right outside Allentown, Pennsylvania.   They are members of the Religious Society of Friends better known as the Quakers,” said Capt. Caldwell.

     “How did they get here?” asked Sgt. Saunders.

     “That’s an interesting story.  Quakers are pacifists and the Niles family belongs to something called the Friends Society for Word Peace.  They illegally entered Iraq through Jordan two weeks ago.  These brave but misguided Americans were here to stop the armed struggle by personally intervening in conflict situations,” said Capt. Caldwell.

     “Are they out of their fucking minds?” asked Lt. Neely.

     “Actually, they’re not the only peaceniks to be sticking their nose into Iraq,” said Capt. Caldwell.  “But the Niles tripped an ambush, the 122^nd Marine Recon Unit had set up, and two Marines were wounded in the ensuing firefight,” said Capt. Caldwell.

     “I’m surprised the Marines didn’t blow their peace loving asses away,” said Lt. Barbara Murray.

     “The Marines took the Niles family into protective custody and transported them back to their base.  Unfortunately, discipline suffered a temporary failure and the Niles were mistreated,” said Capt. Caldwell.

     “How so,” asked Lt. Neely.

     “The two females were gang raped.  The mother, Sarah, is thirty nine and while no great beauty still has a good figure,” said Capt. Caldwell running her hands over the woman’s large breasts before capturing and crushing her nipples causing the prisoner to twist her body to the maximum extent allowed by the restraints.  “The 122^nd made it special by positioning her in a shoulder stand with her orifices pointed skyward for a double stuffing of both.”

      “You mean two of them had their cocks in her pussy and two in her asshole, all at the same time.  That’s impossible,” said Lt. Murray.

      “To an American Marine, nothing is impossible.  Besides they caught it all on video and sent us a copy along with the Niles,” said Capt. Caldwell.

      “Isn’t it queer to have your dick along with another guy’s in a girl’s asshole?” asked Lt. Neely.

      “We don’t ask and we don’t tell,” said Capt. Caldwell.

      “What did they do to you, sweetheart?” asked Sgt. Saunders pinching the younger girl’s nipple as she squirmed.

      Esther, who is fourteen, was a virgin, emphasizing the past tense” said Capt. Caldwell.  “The father, Jonathan, who’s forty and son, Joshua, eighteen, were forced to watch as the Marines repeatedly raped the women in all three orifices.  At some point, father and son were taken to a nearby supply tent for a prolonged session of deep tissue sodomy,” said Capt. Caldwell.

     “Marines will fuck anything including each other,” said Lt. Neely causing the group to laugh.

     “When their commander learned what happened, he ordered the Niles transferred to Abu Ghraib for their own safety.  Once they recovered, Major Trevor decided they would make excellent subjects for today’s training session,” said Capt. Caldwell.

     “Who shaved off their pubic hair?” asked Sgt. Saunders wrapping one hand around the smooth testicles of Jonathan Niles and squeezing.  Jonathan twisted in agony as a muffled cry escaped around the pumped up dildo gag in his mouth.

     “We have Sgt. Taylor to thank for that.  As you probably have guessed, today’s topic is Electrically Assisted Interrogation.  There is a slight chance that an electrical short will set the subject’s body hair on fire.  Since one of the advantages of using electricity is the lack of visible marks on the subject that can be imaged and appear in the media, a fire in the crotch is undesirable.  Sgt. Taylor was assigned to shave each of the Niles.  Everyone feel what a smooth shave she gave.”

     The Captain halted while her audience felt the sex of the four subjects.

     “Smooth as a baby’s butt,” commented Lt. Neely as she rubbed her hand over Esther Niles’ vulva allowing her fingers to explore the young girl’s vaginal opening.  “I wish we had been the ones to take her cherry.” 

     “Thanks to the boys of the 122^nd, we have little Esther’s deflowering on video.  It’s a classic poke and bleed documentary.  They measured to see who got her cherry.  A skinny little private from Lubbock with nine and a half inches broke her in. She squealed like a stuck pig when he split her open; screamed even louder when the runner up packed her shit for the first time.  It’s a compelling piece of film.  Major Trevor plans to the show it at our next unit party,” said Capt. Caldwell.

     “Can’t wait to see you take your first cock, Esther,” said Sgt. Saunders working two fingers inside Esther’s vagina as the girl cringed in humiliation.

     “Every one listen carefully so we can get through the boring introduction to the hands on training,” said Captain Caldwell as she pressed a key on her laptop to display a PowerPoint slide.

     “When Saddam Hussein was in power, electricity was commonly used in Abu Ghraib,” said Capt. Caldwell as she held up a head harness made of unfinished leather belting and copper plates.  “This is the head harness we found.   It’s crude but effective.  Nine times out of ten, the subject’s hair caught on fire.  Of course, Saddam didn’t have to worry about the New York Times or Human Rights Watch.  It was ‘Burn, Baby, Burn!’  We don’t give a shit.”

     The Captain changes slides to show a naked female being tortured with a cattle prod by three Latino males in uniform,

     “Many of the world’s security forces employ electrically assisted interrogation methods.  Our own CIA has a field kit they issue to interrogation specialists.  It’s very common in Mexico.  Even the local Mexican police employ electricity to elicit confessions to robberies, murders, etc.  It’s routine there.  One of my dorm mates in college made the mistake of buying cocaine off an undercover agent while on spring break in Cancun.  After they raped her for a couple of days, they stuck probes in her vagina and asshole and wrapped copper wires around her nipples.  She spent the worst afternoon of her life being sparked by those bastards.  Burnt both nipples clean off.”

     “What happened after that?” asked Lt. Neely.

     “Put her on the plane home.  She was never quite the same after that.  My motto is stay out of Mexico unless you’re part of an invading army,” said the Captain as she changed slides.

     “My sister passed out in a club in Boy’s Town in Nuevo Laredo.  She was with her fiancé and he’d promised to take care of her.  She woke up on stage with eighteen inches of donkey dick in her twat,” said Lt. Murray.

     “Jesus, where was her fiancé?” asked Lt. Neely.

     “Helping to hold her down,” said Lt. Murray.  The Lieutenant’s reply resulted in general laughter.

     “I guess he interpreted the phrase, ‘taking care of,’ different than she did,” said Capt. Caldwell causing everyone to laugh more.

      “The idiot forgave him.  They’ve been married five years and got two kids,” said Lt. Murray.

      “The course of true love never did run smooth, Shakespeare, Midsummer Nights Dream,” said Capt. Caldwell not missing a chance to show her erudition.

     “This equipment represents the finest precision German engineering.  During World War II, Kreutz Gesellshaft designed and manufactured equipment for the Gestapo that became world renown for its effectiveness in extracting useful intelligence.  Members of the French Resistance, the Marquis, usually gave up their comrades in less than two hours.”

     “After the war, the company was reconstituted by our CIA in support of the Cold War.  American agents routinely broke dedicated Soviet spies in less time than any other method.”

      “This equipment is safe to use.  No interrogator has ever been harmed applying it.  Used properly, it leaves no evidence of interrogation.  Subjects can describe their mistreatment to Amnesty International, but without images of bruises or cuts or X-rays of broken bones, it is easily denied. And in closing, I want to point out the equipment is energy efficient and environmentally friendly.  Now, there are twelve of you so divide up in four teams of three each.  I want Yasmina and Fatima in different groups.”

     The Captain paused while the soldiers made four groups, each surrounding a different workstation.  Capt. Caldwell positioned herself at the Jonathan Niles station.

     “First, everyone take a turn operating the positioning control on the table.  It works on the same principal as the iPod navigation wheel.  You can raise or lower the table’s height, tilt to left or right, and adjust the elevation of either end.”

     The Captain walked around observing as her students took turns learning to use the control.

     “It’s very intuitive,” said Lt. Neely.

     Satisfied everyone had gained enough familiarity, the Captain went forward.  “Now this control at the foot of the table separates and raises the subject’s legs so you have easy access to their genitals.  Everybody give that a try.”

     “Up close and personal,” said Lt. Murray stroking Joshua’s cock as another officer slipped a moistened finger past his sphincter.

     “Good, we’re ready to start.  Open the equipment drawer.  Note, male instruments are color coded blue, female pink and gender neutral black.  In the first partition of the drawer, are the urethra probes.  Take out the appropriate color for your subject,” said Captain Caldwell.

      “The male ones are thicker and longer,” said Lt. Murray.

     “Right, the man’s piss hole is wider and the bladder is a greater distance from the opening.  Begin by coating the probe with lubricant from the white tube labeled surgical lubricant,” said Capt. Caldwell as she coated the blue probe with the clear jell.

     “It’s amazing the things you learn in the army,” said Sgt. Saunders.

     “Now everyone watch as I insert the probe into Daddy Niles.  Don’t force it.  Let gravity do the work.  Give it a twist to get it started,” said Capt. Caldwell.

     “I don’t think he’s enjoying it,” said Lt. Neely watching the man’s eyes as he grimaced in pain.

     “You should have stayed home, Mr. Niles, and minded your own business,” said Sgt. Saunders.  “If it was up to me, I’d hang you four as traitors.”

     “You want the far end to rest in the bladder,” said Capt. Caldwell.

     “How can you tell it’s in far enough?” asked Lt. Murray.

     “As you gain experience, you’ll develop a feel but for now just pull it out and taste the end,” said Capt. Caldwell quickly pulling the probe out of the urethra causing Jonathan to gasp in pain.  “If you taste piss, you’re in the right spot.  Urine contains electrolytic salts that conduct electricity and amplify the pain.”

     The Captain walked around the room insuring that each student understood how to properly insert the probe.

     “By the way, the street name for a urethra probe is a sparkler.  That’s pretty cute.  Some S&M types employ these on slaves who need to be punished,” said Captain Caldwell.  “Next we insert the anal probe.”

      Forty five minutes later, the various tools of electrical interrogation were fully installed and connected to the Control Box.

     “Let’s perform a final check.  Make sure the urethra probe is in place and secure.  The males should have a separate loop around each testicle.  The females should have clips attached to their labia and clitoral hood.  The anal egg should be three inches inside the rectum. Both nipples should be clipped and all leads should be tightly connected to the Control Box,” said Capt. Caldwell.

     “Ready, let’s light their peacenik asses up,” said Lt. Neely.

     “Before the fun starts, each lead should be individually tested.  Start with the urethra probe at quarter power.  If you look at their eyes while you press the On Button, you should be able to confirm whether it works,” said Captain Caldwell.

     It took several minutes for each workstation to complete the final test.

     “Everyone don their ear protection.  We wouldn’t want anyone to suffer a hearing loss,” said Captain Caldwell.   Once her students had complied, the Captain pressed the air release button on Jonathan’s pump gag.  She signaled for the other Niles to have their gags removed.

     “Please, Officer, we’re fellow Americans.  Let my family go,” said Jonathan.

     “First, we need a list of your Iraqi contacts who helped smuggle you into the country,” said Capt. Caldwell.

     “We can’t tell you that.  Innocent people would suffer,” said Jonathan. 

     “But the innocent always suffer,” said Capt. Caldwell moving the dial on the Control Box to half power before pressing the switch labeled, “Left testicle.”  A primal scream rose from Jonathan as the current slammed into the nerve ganglia.

     The three other Niles cried out for mercy for Jonathan as the Captain tortured each individual part before ordering her class to commence working on the other family members.  Each of the twelve students got hands on training in the two hour workshop.

***

     “Let’s have a round of applause for the Niles family for being such good sports,” said Captain Caldwell as the students and MPs released their restraints and helped them to stand.

     “May God forgive you for what you did to us,” said Sarah Niles wearily as she was helped off the table.  Two MPS held her erect as she was unable to stand on her own.  The way they were eying her nakedness indicated there would be a several minute diversion on her return to the holding cell.

     “Thanks for your cooperation, Sarah.  We’ve have your contacts in a cell by midnight,” said Captain Caldwell.  Sarah Niles had been the first to break.  She had been quickly joined by the other Niles.

     “What’s going to happen to us?” asked Jonathan.

     “We’re sending you back to your cell except for Esther who showed true grit by being the last to give it up.”

     “Where are you taking Esther?” asked Sarah Niles.

     “To a party where there will be food and dancing.  You’ll have a wonderful time,” said Capt. Caldwell putting her arm around Esther and kissing her on the lips.  “You can rest in the officer’s quarters until the 2100.  We’ll find you something hot to wear.  I promise you it will be the highlight of your trip.”