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Chapter 2 - Interrogation of Safia
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"Her name's Safia," said Captain Caldwell to the two enlisted men. The three were standing in the viewing room for Interrogation Room 2. Through the two-way mirror they were looking at the young and very frightened Iraqi girl seated at the table. The girl's hands were folded in front of her and it was obvious she had been crying.
"How rough you want us to be?" asked Lance Corporal James Conway. Corporal Conway was a ten-year veteran with the military police. He stood 6'3" in his combat boots and was known as something of a hard case. The Corporal's nine-inch cock had given him a reputation with the female soldiers. He was the star performer in what Major Trevor called the "rape team".
The Major understood that unlike in America, a female who was raped was not considered a victim. She became a living-breathing object of shame to her family. The males of an Iraqi clan would often kill a raped female relative to erase the disgrace to their family name. Raped Iraqi women were prone to suicide and extreme depression. Rape by Westerners especially men of color was regarded in an even worse light. The mere threat of rape by Corporal Conway would often elicit useful information, especially if the female was watching him fist that nine-inch pole of his and calculating how that would feel when he rammed it deep in their cunt.
"A few slaps are okay but no broken bones or loose teeth, nothing like the last time," said the Captain referring to a day ago when Corporal Conway and his partner, Private David Ricardo, had been instructed to rearrange the face of a female suspected of carrying messages between insurgent groups. Private Ricardo was also a lifer who'd been busted down to private for robbing Iraqi motorists. He'd been reassigned to Abu Ghabir to get him off the streets of Baghdad. The Major had been impressed with Private Ricardo's skill in causing a woman extreme pain during rape by chewing on their nipples. Few Muslim men could remain silent while watching the Private rape and beat their wives.
The Captain was referring to a woman who had been a former Iraqi beauty queen and had delivered the news on Iraqi television during Saddam's regime. There was a rumor she was one of Saddam's many mistresses. She had been gifted with a classically beautiful Arab face and a mane of curly auburn hair. The prisoner had begun the interrogation by announcing that she wasn't going to tell the Americans shit even if they killed her.
"That's illogical," calmly pointed out the Major. "How could you tell us anything if we killed you. We're going to start by shaving your head."
The prisoner had sat quietly and wept as two of the Major's team cut off her long tresses with shears. They use an electric razor to take it down to a burr then shaved her skull.
"I'd say you're no longer ready for prime time," said the Major forcing the woman to look in a mirror she was holding. "They say some men go for bald women."
The Major had informed the woman that she was going to be raped and beaten by Corporal Conway and Private Ricardo. After that, another two-man team would continue the interrogation.
Private Ricardo had begun by punching the woman in the gut followed by a vicious blow to the eye. Conway and Ricardo had taken turns beating and raping her until they both dumped their second load in her bleeding asshole.
"Here, take a look at yourself," said the Major holding up the mirror for the woman.
The newscaster managed to open the one eye that wasn't swollen shut. She found it difficult to recognize herself. Her lips were bleeding and several teeth were missing or chipped. Her nose was flattened to one side. One eye was swollen completely shut. Her entire face was swollen and a deep shade of purple.
"You're never going to be as pretty as you were but you're not hideous yet. If you don't talk now, I'll guarantee you that after the next two guys work on you, the only thing men are going to feel when they look at you is pity."
At that point, the woman's will to resist had collapsed and she had revealed all that she knew. Over a dozen insurgents were now in Abu Ghabir as a result of information she provided.
"She a virgin?" asked Private Ricardo referring to Safia.
"I would assume so since she's fourteen and from a good Iraqi family but I haven't stuck my fingers in her twat to check," said the Captain.
"Sweet, ain't that many fourteen year old virgins in old Bed-Sty, shit, ain't that many twelve year olds, " said Private Ricardo referring to the Bedford-Styvesant area of the Bronx where he grew up.
"There not as progressive here in Iraq as you Puerto Ricans are in New York. They like to wait for their females to attain puberty before they breed them," said the Captain dryly.
"Can we go over it one more time?" said Corporal Conway who liked to get matters crystal clear before he took action.
"This is important so don't fuck it up. Her name's Safia and she's fourteen years of age. You enter, strip her, slap her around a little but don't break anything. Each of you rapes her pussy once. One of you starts to rape her anally. As soon as you get your cock in her ass and she knows how painful it is, I rush in and stop you. I'll act angry and send you away. The rest is up to me. Got it?"
"Yeah, sounds cool, what do I do with my hard on if I'm the one in her asshole when you enter?" said Private Ricardo.
"I suggest you get the Corporal here to suck your dick," said Captain Caldwell
"Man, she looks scared shitless as it is," said Corporal Conway. He was looking through the two-way mirror at the young girl sitting in the next room. She was wearing the traditional dress of women who belonged to a devout Muslim family. The only skin showing was her hands and most of her face.
"They sure keep their women covered up," said Private Ricardo. "But we'll have her naked and squalling for her momma inside of two minutes."
"Be quick about it. When word gets out we have these people, there info will be worthless. So don't make love to her. Just pop her cherry and blow your wad. Just like she was your baby sister," said Captain Caldwell.
"All right, I'm ready," said Corporal Conway stroking his cock through his fatigues.
"Let's do it," said Private Ricardo.
Captain Caldwell sat down to watch the action. "Troglodytes," she whispered to herself as she watched the two enter the room. Safia jumped up as soon as they entered. The two rushed the girl grabbed her and put her on top of the table and began ripping her clothes off. Corporal Conway delivered a couple of bitch slaps just hard enough to take the fight out of her.
Captain Caldwell relaxed back into the leather chair. She took a Winton out of the pack and lighted it drawing the smoke deep into her lungs. The Captain casually slipped her hand inside her fatigue trousers and panty. She dipped her finger into her cunt, found some moisture and brought it up to her clit.
Might as well enjoy myself thought the Captain as she traced a wet circle around her clitoris. Countless times she had masturbated in the dark viewing rooms as she watched enemies of the coalition being interrogated. Sometimes with only the most casual threat, the person would tell everything they knew. But that was no fun for the Captain.
Others refused even after days of unspeakable agony. Those were the ones that got the Captain off. Some were so afraid they fabricated information. A good interrogator had to be able to tell fact from fiction. She had to sense when further torture was pointless and the prisoner should be sent back to his cell to recoup so the pain could be renewed.
I got to hand it to the Major thought the Captain. She's the best interrogator I ever met. She could get anyone to talk given enough time. The Major had the gift of sensing the prisoner's weakness and quickly exploiting it.
God they dress their women ugly thought Captain Caldwell as Conway and Ricardo began puling off the girl's undergarments. Must be hot as hell too in this heat. That's why the life span for women sucks. Girls in Iraq don't come into puberty as early as in the United States. Their bodies don't start releasing estrogen so their tits grow and their hips widen. Safia you have a nice slender body with the kind of girlish hips that turn me on. Coltish, that's the correct term. Hips like a young colt. She'd look cute in a pair of low riders and a belly shirt. I could picture her swinging those slim hips as she shopped in The Gap, all the women feeling their pussy start to itch as they pictured themselves pulling those low riders down and moving that thong aside so they could put their tongue on her little button.
Private Ricardo was on top of a screaming Safia trying to force his cock in her pussy. He spit in his hand and rubbed it on his cock head. Her little coochie is going to be dry as sandpaper when the Private rapes her hole though the Captain. Corporal Conway has her arms pinned. Captain Caldwell casually reached over and pressed the intercom button ending the room's silence. Immediately the sound of a scream emerged from the speaker. Private Ricardo had a look of triumphant on his face as he ground his pubic bone against Safia's. The girl's legs were kicking wildly and her screams indicated she was not enjoying her first act of sexual intercourse.
"Little Safia you are a virgin no more thanks to the US Army," whispered Captain Caldwell to herself. The Private was furiously slamming into the young girl. The Captain fingers were working her clit.
Why do men enjoy rape so much pondered Captain Caldwell? When the Major had passed the word that she was looking for a few volunteers for a special duty that involved rape, practically every male prison guard in Abu Ghabir applied. The fact that the duty involved not only raping women but also the occasional man didn't discourage anyone. And the beatings only added to the thrill.
One tiny step above the apes thought Captain Caldwell as she studied the expression on Private Ricardo's face. Is that how it was when mankind climbed out of the primeval ooze and first walked on two legs? When the hunt was over and the male returned to the cave did he grab the first piece of ass he laid eyes on and throw it to the ground and ram his cock in. The Captain wondered whether it mattered if the female was their mother or their grandmother or their sister probably not from the look on Private Ricardo's face. There was a homo sapiens that wouldn't hesitate to put his cock in Mom's hole or anybody else's.
Private Ricardo was making those wild animal sounds that indicated he was about to release his semen into Safia's cunt. The girl was sobbing loudly verging on hysteria. Private Ricardo leaned down captured one of her nipples in his teeth and crushed it. He just wants her first time to be memorable thought the Captain as she smiled.
Captain Caldwell reached inside her brasserie and squeezed her own nipple. Over the last few months, the Captain had masturbated dozens of times as she watched a female being raped. She still found it exciting to watch a woman face as total strangers brutalized her. When it was someone like Safia who had never been with a man and was utterly terrified, it was more than exciting. It was erotic in a way that demanded the Captain stick her hand in her pants and jerk herself off.
Private Ricardo cradled Safia's knees in his arms and lifted her legs as he delivered a good twenty slam strokes before dumping his load.
The Private and the Corporal immediately changed places and the slightly bigger cock of the Corporal wedged its way into Safia's love tunnel. The Corporal took long slow strokes bring his cock to her entrance then plunging in deep to where his balls bounced off her butt. Safia was making a little sobbing sound each time the Corporal's cock reached its maximum depth. A woman usually only cried and screamed so much during a rape. After a while they just laid there praying for it to end.
The Captain recalled what that slut Lt. Lorraine Hedley had said when she admitted she'd fucked Corporal Conway one night in one of the ammunition bunkers.
"I was walking bowlegged the next morning that is when I was finally able to get out of bed and walk at all," laughed the Lieutenant as she took a sip of her beer.
"Oh come on," said one of the other officers. "It can't be that big."
"Nine inches and thick as my fist, the Corporal's practically a tripod," said the Lieutenant.
"Damn, you let him pack your shit with that?"
"Yeah, I didn't want to do anal but Conway doesn't take no for an answer. I never fell so stuffed, like there was a log in my asshole. I bet I don't shit for a week."
"You're fucking crazy, Lorraine."
Captain Caldwell observing that the Corporal was getting close to orgasm increased her tempo. She developed a sense of timing and brought herself off just as the Corporal provided Safia another measure of semen.
The Captain reached for a tissue to wipe her fingers off as the Corporal rolled off Safia. Private Ricardo had good wood as he held Safia's legs tilting her into almost a headstand as he covered her asshole with his mouth. After he rimmed her, he placed his cock at her anus and pushed forward.
Safia's loud screams sounded through the intercom speaker as the Captain straightened her uniform and stepped toward the door.
"What the hell's going on here?" screamed Captain Caldwell as she entered the room.
"We're just having some fun with this terrorist," said the Corporal.
"Get the hell out of here," said Captain Caldwell.
"But I'm not finished," said Private Ricardo thrusting again in Safia's asshole causing her to scream.
"That's an order, leave immediately," yelled the Captain.
The Captain waited until the two had left before she helped Safia off the table to a nearby couch. The Captain grabbed a blanket from a nearby table and covered the sobbing girl. The Captain put her arm around the girl.
"They're gone. You're safe with me. Are you all right?" asked the Captain.
"They raped me," said Safia.
"I know. They'll be punished. How old are you?"
"Fourteen."
"My God you're just a child. Did it hurt?"
"Yes, I was a virgin. They both raped me."
"It was so wrong of them to do that. Let me see if you are injured," said Captain Caldwell gently separating Safia's legs to look at her ravaged sex. There was a goodly amount of dried blood on her thighs and her labia appeared red and irritated. Semen was oozing out of her vagina.
"Let me clean you up. I have an ointment that will help," said the Captain before stepping over to a nearby basin and wetting a cloth with warm water.
"Spread you legs, Safia, so I can wipe you off."
I've got to get this little sweetheart back to my quarters tonight thought the Captain as she carefully cleaned Safia's sex. She may not know it yet but she's going to become quite the little rug muncher.
"You're not bleeding anymore. Let me wipe their semen off you," said the Captain.
"Will I get pregnant?" asked Safia.
"Possibly, I could get you a morning after pill." The Captain began to apply an ointment to Safia's sex.
"It doesn't matter now. I plan to kill myself."
"You don't have to do that. Why?"
"I'm shamed. My own family won't allow me to live with them. They may even kill me. My life is ended."
"Because you were raped?"
"Yes."
"But it wasn't your fault."
"That doesn't matter," said Safia bursting into tears. The Captain held the girl for a few minutes. When Safia calmed down, she spoke to her again.
"Safia, you seem to be a good person and a true follower of your religion, it's wrong that you suffer for something that isn't your fault," said the Captain as she rubbed the ointment into her labia.
Stay in character Captain Caldwell told herself as her fingers applied the salve to Safia's sex. Still I'd like to put my mouth on her sweet little pussy and eat her until she comes. But there'll be plenty of time for that later.
"My life is over," repeated Safia her voice breaking.
"Suppose nobody knew what happened."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, the two soldiers who raped you don't even know your name. They just happened by, saw you in here and decided to rape you. We could keep it quiet. No one, not even your parents would know you were raped."
"But if I get pregnant."
"I have some morning after pills in my quarters," said Captain Caldwell.
"And they would keep me from getting pregnant?"
"Definitely, I could tell your parents you were with me all the time," said Captain Caldwell.
"No one would know and everything would be as before?" said Safia.
"Yes, I could even have you stay in my quarters until your family is released. That way they would know you weren't attacked. This place has a terrible reputation for raping women prisoners. If you stayed with me, they would know you were safe."
"And you would do that for me?"
"Yes, you shouldn't even be in a place like this. You're still a young girl. I have a sister your age. Her name is Marilyn. Here let me show you her picture."
Captain Caldwell took the photo of a smiling dark haired girl that she had downloaded from the Internet. The Captain had no idea who girl actually was.
"And they would let me stay with you?"
"I'm sure they would if you were cooperative."
"Cooperative, what do you mean?"
"The Coalition wants to talk to your Uncle Kamal. They want to work out an arrangement where the hostilities between the Coalition and your Uncle are over. But they can't find him to talk to him. If you told me where he is, they could go see him and the fighting would stop."
"I heard my father talking on his cell phone with Uncle Kamal this morning before we left," said Safia.
"Did you overhear where he was?"
"He was at his cousin's home in Karbala."
"Do you know the cousin's name?"
"Muhammad Al-Kuuzaai."
"Have you been to this Muhammad Al-Kuuzaai's home?"
"Yes, but that was three years ago. It was a large house. It was near the main road leading into the city."
"You must be thirsty. Would you like something to drink?" said Captain Caldwell opening the door on the small refrigerator.
"Take your pick?" said the Captain pointing toward the contents.
"Orange juice," said Safia.
"Safia, I must leave you for a few minutes to speak with the Major. I need to ask her permission for you to go to my quarters. You'll be safe here. I'll make sure no one bothers you."
"Please don't leave me," said Safia.
"Just for a minute, I'll promise you that you'll be fine. As soon as I get back, we'll go to my quarters and you can rest."
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"Good work, that was quick," said the Major looking through the two-way glass at the young girl sitting on the couch drinking orange juice.
"Worked like a charm, she's a trusting little soul," said Captain Caldwell having informed the Major of what Safia had said.
"Think she knows anything else?" said the Major.
"No, she's just a kid. We're lucky she even knows that."
"What do you want to do with her?" said the Major.
"I'm having fun. Let's play this out a little longer. I'll take her to my quarters. Let her take a shower and rest for a while. I'll give her some Ecstasy and get her relaxed and ready. You and the others come over at 1900 and we'll have a slumber party and sample fourteen year old pussy."
"Cool, see you at 1900."