Abu Ghraib Revised

Chapter 12 – Interrogation of Soraya

 

     “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 speaking in a honeyed Southern accent as Soraya entered Interrogation Room 9 under the watchful eye of two male MPs.

     The Captain was following Major Trevor’s instructions to begin on a friendly note then move to humiliation and blackmail followed by the threat of surgery.  It was understood that if Soraya failed to talk, she would leave the room missing her female parts.

     “You are my captors.  You can call me what you wish,” said Soraya icily.  Like many of the wives of prominent Baghdadis, Soraya was a thoroughly Westernized female who kept her figure through exercise and visits to a local spa.  However, out of respect for her religiously observant husband, she covered her hair and wore a chador when they were in public.  Their arrest at the checkpoint had been unexpected.

     Both she and her husband had been terrified at the way the soldiers had looked at and even touched their two teen-age daughters.  A young Marine, barely older than her daughters, had placed his hands on her bottom and squeezed her buttocks while shoving her into the Stryker.  He’d whispered, “You got a nice ass, lady.  I’d like to fuck it.”

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

     “Are you a physician, Captain?” asked Soraya observing she was in an operating room.

     “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 six-year hitch after I complete my residency. Please take your clothes off and hop up on the table,” said Captain Darcy referring to the operating table.

     “My clothes, why?”

     “Yes, your clothes all of them,” said Captain Darcy.  “I’m going to examine you.”

     “No, not until I know the reason,” said Soraya.

     “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 Marcy Sanders and Private Yvonne 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, nothing to be ashamed of.”

     “All right,” said Soraya after a moment’s hesitation.  The Private and the Corporal were large powerfully built women.   Corporal Sanders was a California girl, tall and tanned, where Private Butterworth was a black female from the mean streets of south Philadelphia.  Soraya realized 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 chador.

     “Please, where are my husband and daughters?” asked Soraya as she slipped the garment off her shoulders.  Not surprisingly, her underwear was from an expensive boutique that specialized in French lingerie.

     “Somewhere around here talking to our people.  No need to worry.   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.  “I recall my own adolescence as a very difficult time for my parents and me.”

     “Safia is still a child and naïve in the waves of the world.  She is very devout unlike her sister and myself,” said Soraya hesitating a moment before removing her lacy brassiere to expose her large breasts with their dark nipples.  Once again, she hesitated before removing her panty.  “Everything, you said?”

     “Yes, total nudity, 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,” asked 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 Dr. Parchai up on the table,” said Captain Darcy to the enlisted personnel.

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

     “Your efforts are pointless.   I know nothing of interest to the Coalition,” said Soraya as the nurses used belting to tightly strap her to the hard metal surface of the table.  Soraya shuddered as they fitted her legs into the stirrups and adjusted them so her legs were spread widely apart.

     “I understand you studied in the United States,” said Captain Darcy taking a place between her outstretched legs then dropping a wet hot towel on Soraya’s pubic area.

     “In Boston at Harvard Medical,” said Soraya after sounding a hiss, more of surprise than pain, in response to the towel.

     “You must be smart to have gotten in Harvard.  I could only hope,” said Captain Darcy beginning to rapidly snip Soraya’s long and curly pubic hair with a barber’s scissors.  The Captain’s mother had owned an operated a salon on Macon’s main street.  She understood the rudiments of cutting hair using her hand to lift the curly hair off the skin cutting an even height. 

     “What are you doing?” asked Soraya.  She knew the answer but asked anyway.  The fact the Captain’s warm hand was firmly placed on her sex was not lost on Soraya.  What was happening seemed so outlandish and absurd she expected to wake up any moment and find that she had been dreaming.

     “Shaving 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.  The shaving upset her so much; she told us what we wanted to know.”

     “What did you do with the pictures, asked Soraya aware of the devastating impact of nude pictures on an Iraqi female?  Her family and tribe would consider themselves disgraced by her.

     “Emailed them to my family back in Macon.   They’re very interested in Iraq, its people and culture.  My daddy thinks Iraqi men must walk around with pussy hair in their teeth.  He loves to go down.  I suppose that’s why he and Mom have stayed together all these years.  I see you shave your armpits,” said Captain Darcy.

     “Yes, I started when I was studying in your country,” said Soraya recalling how she allowed a handsome fellow student to shave her before they made love.   “The American men I dated expected it.”

     “It makes for better feminine hygiene.  But not all Iraqi women have identical views on pubic hair.  Last week I operated on this lady who used to read the news on your television, the one everyone said was one of Saddam’s whores.  She was a shaver.  Actually, she was a waxer.  You ever had your pubic hair waxed,” asked Captain Darcy switching to a barber sheers to close crop the triangle of hair covering her crotch.

     “No, but there is a spa in Baghdad where they offered Brazilian bikini waxes,” said Soraya attempting to establish a rapport with the Captain.

      “You got a pretty pussy.  Your labia are small and even.  Shame to hide it under all that hair,” said the Captain running her fingers across Soraya’s sex.  The Captain held up her moistened fingers for Soraya to see.  “I can see you’re getting turned on.  Did you screw any of your female students while you were in med school?”

     “No, of course not,” lied Soraya.  “I shaved my sex while I was in the US but I stopped when I returned to Iraq to marry the man my parents chose for me.”

     “Waxing hurts like hell but it lasts.  We have a monthly waxing party in the Major’s quarters. We draw numbers to pair off.  Captain Caldwell was my partner at the last party.  I thought I was going to loose my mind when she pulled that strip of cloth off the inside of my labia minor.  Part of it was inside my pussy opening.  Of course, after she did me, I got to work on her.  That soldier can sure scream, said Captain Darcy.  “Of course, after we’re bare, we go down on each other to forget about the pain.”

     “You are lesbians,” asked Soraya trying to remain calm and detached as Captain Darcy’s hand massaged her pubes?  Soraya struggled to ignore the pleasurable sensations; the Captain’s fingers were creating in her vulva.

     “Most of us are bisexual.  I occasionally get in the mood for some cock.  Pretty much all the female soldiers shave bare or nearly bare except for Captain Tremblay.  The Captain’s got the prettiest red hair and green eyes. She shaves her pussy in the shape of a shamrock, that’s right, a big red Irish shamrock,” said Captain Darcy as she finished with the sheers and squirted a handful of shaving lather into her hand from an aerosol canister.

     “What do you want to know” asked Soraya attempting to close out of her mind what was happening to her.  She could only imagine how a devout Muslim woman would react to having her sex exposed and shaved by an American army captain who happened to be a lesbian.  Some of them must have gone mad with shame concluded Soraya.

     “The location of your brother-in-law, Kamal,” said Captain Darcy expertly moving the razor down the Soraya’s labia major.

     “I don’t know where Kamal is.   Our family is committed to the Coalition and a free and democratic Iraq,” said Soraya doing her absolute best to sound convincing.

     “You have a hairy little sphincter, Soraya.  Does your husband like it that way?  I’ve heard Iraqi men are into sodomy but not with their wives.”

     “Oh God, please stop,” said Soraya as she felt the razor pass lightly over the skin surrounding her anus.  Her husband had never used her anally although she would not have refused him if he had asked. 

     “Don’t be such a baby.  I’m not hurting you yet,” said Captain Darcy.

     “What are you doing and why?  I’m a physician and deserve an answer,” said Soraya seeking to gain some level of control by reminding the Captain of her profession.

     “Prepping you for a complete hysterectomy by 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 your pussy.”

     Soraya looked to the side as the Corporal pushed her fatigue trousers down and pulled her thong aside to reveal a completely hairless sex with a leopard tattooed across her lower abdomen.

     “For me personally, I leave a rattail,” said Captain Darcy standing beside the Corporal and dropping her fatigues.  The Captain wasn’t wearing any underwear.  Soraya looked at the thin vertically elongated rectangle of pubic hair directly above the Corporal’s clit.  “Come here, Private Butterworth, and show the Doctor your coochie,” said Captain Darcy.

     The tall black female moved beside the other two women dropping her fatigue pants revealing a bare sex framed by prominent labia.  The three females took the opportunity to embrace and kiss as they rubbed each other’s sex.  After a few seconds, they stopped and the Captain spoke as she stroked the Private’s vulva.

     “Don’t you just love the way black pussy looks? Afro-American and Chinese women do not have as much pubic hair as Caucasians especially if the girl is of Mediterranean origin, like from Italy,” said Captain Darcy running her hand over the Private’s chocolate sex.   “If you tell us what we want to know, the four of us can get naked and make love.   We’ll go get your daughters and teach them how wonderful it feels to have a tongue inside your vagina.”

     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 the awful rumors she had heard about Abu Ghraib were true.  Male and female prisoners had reported being subjected to incredible sexual abuse and humiliation on Al Jazeera but Soraya refused to countenance their accounts.

     “All done,” said Captain Darcy finishing up with the razor and wiping down Soraya’s sex with a warm wet towel.  Next, she patted the area dry then applied an antiseptic.

     Soraya’s mind fought to ignore the Captain’s hand as it massaged the sensitive part of her sex.  “Stop,” whispered Soraya as the Captain’s hand rubbed her clitoris causing her to moan.

     “Did I mention to you that we are bisexual,” asked Captain Darcy leaning down to kiss Soraya’s sex?  The Captain’s tongue attached her clit as her fingers stroked the sensitive opening.

     “Yes, don’t do that, please,” begged Soraya.

     “You got a nice pussy.  Have you ever eaten pussy?” asked Captain Darcy repeating her earlier question.

     “No, never,” said Soraya firmly.  Again it was a lie.  She and some of the female residents had drunk too much wine and she had wound up in bed with a girl from Kansas.  Although the sex had been very good, Soraya had sworn to not repeat the experience. 

     “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.   Americans aren’t like that,” said Soraya finding it hard to imagine how her father would react to pictures of her having sex with another woman.  Anything from suicide to her murder was a possibility.

     “Not true anymore, 911 changed Americans.  We lost our innocence and became just as rotten and mean as the rest of the world.   If they don’t have a mailbox, the Major will see they are posted on the Abu Ghraib WEB site we are putting together,” said Captain Darcy unbuttoning her blouse.  “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.  She positioned the camera pointing toward Soraya.

     “8.1 mega pixel Canon, it’s got great resolution so don’t worry no one will recognize you,” said Captain Darcy who had returned to the space between Soraya‘s legs and begun stroking her clit.  “It’s also got a 5:1 zoom lens and light source 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.  “You’ve got a real nice clit, Soraya.  I could suck on that baby all night long.”

     Soraya tried to think of other things as Private Butterworth 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 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 a 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. 

     “Smile, Soraya,” said Captain Darcy as the camera flashed signaling the Private was making images of what they were doing to her.  Soraya closed her eyes attempting to shut out the humiliation and shame she was feeling.

     The Americans don’t understand how such things are viewed in Iraq.   My husband’s family will disown me and have me killed if they see these images.  My God what are they doing to my 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 sucked Muhammad’s cock.”

     “You are the most vile and evil people on this earth.  Where is Azul? Where are Nadia and Safia?” demanded Soraya?

     “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 Kamal,” asked Captain Darcy walking over to a table and picking up a cone shaped butt plug with a maximum 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 the opening.

      She screamed in pain, as her anal ring was stretched around the cone. She cried even louder when the widest part slipped past her sphincter allowing it to contract around the narrow base of the handle.  The Corporal repeated the insertion as they took close-ups.  When they finished, the pressure inside her rectum of the 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, please,” 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 her vagina.

     “This is going to hurt, Soraya.  You should start telling us what we want to know,” 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 conscious of the pain in her expanded cervix.

     “It seems our devout Muslim wife does know a few American swear words,” commented Captain Darcy.

     “Her coochie will take a month to snap back,” commented Private Butterworth flicking Soraya’s clit with her finger.

     “Her butthole will not close either,” said Corporal Sanders.

     “You two work the dildos while I get some oral action,” said Captain Darcy climbing up on the table positioning her pussy over Soraya’s mouth.

     “Eat 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 vagina.

     “That’s good, Soraya, just like I like it,” said Captain Darcy.

     The click of the camera shutter informed Soraya 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 provided she got out of Abu Ghraib alive.

     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 climaxed then climbed off Soraya.  “I suppose you could call that female to female rape,” said the Captain rubbing her wet sex.  She walked over to a Tuttnauer autoclave and turned it on.  Soraya watched as the Captain and her assistants donned surgical gowns and gloves.  The Captain 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,” asked 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,” said Soraya.

     “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 keeping the scalpel poised for an incision.

     “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 me go now,” said Soraya. “I’ve told you what I know.”

     “I have to confer with the Major.  In the meantime, my two assistants will eat you out as a reward for cooperating,” said Captain Darcy leaving the room.

     I might as well relax and accept my fate decided Soraya as her sex was attacked by two eager mouths.  Moments later, her body betrayed her when it experienced a powerful climax.  Soraya almost wept in shame as she was forced to admit she had not had such an orgasm in years.

     “Bitch, you can really get off,” said the Private when she pressed her wet lips and face to Soraya’s for a passionate kiss.

     Several minutes later, the Captain returned. “Get her up and dressed,” said the Captain.

     “What’s going to happen to me,” asked Soraya?

     “They’re going to take you to your husband,” said Captain Darcy.

     “And my daughters, too,” 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 safe 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, one big happy family.  We need to confirm what you told us.”

     Ten minutes later, Soraya was being escorted by enlisted personnel to another part of the prison. When she rounded a corner she saw she was in a circular cellblock containing a wooden platform in the middle of the room.  The individual cells were packed with male 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.