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Diana ignored him and concentrated on the officer. She could sense the presence of her guards behind her but ignored them as well.
Yazeed spoke briefly. The younger man standing behind him translated, " You are in the custody of the security service. You are not a prisoner of war but a criminal guilty of crimes against the state of Iraq and will be treated accordingly. Your only hope for leniency is to cooperate fully."
" I am Major Diana Barker, serial number 309-48-8221, United States Air Force. I demand to be treated as a prisoner of war.
What you are doing is contrary to the Geneva Convention; you could be tried as a war criminal for mistreating a prisoner"
It sounded a little pompous, but Diana was just pleased to have gotten through it without her voice breaking. She had to make this man understand that she was someone he couldn't push around. At a nod of Yazeed's head the guard to her right jabbed her hard in the kidney with a short wooden club, sending her to the floor doubled up in pain. As she lay there, she dimly heard the translator tell her that the Captain did not like speeches other than his own. Another order from Yazeed had the guard haul her to her feet by her hair.
Yazeed spoke at length before the translator turned to her and said, " The Captain says that your country is foolish to use women in its air force and to use them in a war. That you will be the one to pay the price for your country's foolish ideas. Being a woman will not protect you. Nor will the Geneva Convention protect you here. What is your unit, your base location, and what was your mission?"
Diana glared at the seated officer as she replied, " Barker, Diana, Major, USAF, serial number 309-48-8221. I demand to speak to a senior officer." As she finished her reply, a nod from Yazeed again brought a painful jab from the guard behind her. She kept her feet this time but saw stars. As she resumed her position of attention, the Iraqi officer left his chair and stood in front of her. To her disgust, he began running his hands over her breasts, weighing the heavy globes in his hands. As she clinched her fist in helpless fury, he smiled unpleasantly and spoke to the translator, giving his words emphasis by twisting her nipples.
" The Captain says that you are a foolish woman who thinks that she is going to a tea party, not a war. He says that you will not be so uncooperative after the guards have finished with you. He says that the guards will enjoy raping you. They have never had a Western woman before and are curious if what they have heard of the insatiable sexual appetite of Western women is true." As he continued, the young man's anxious expression gave way to one of real fear. " Remember that you are totally in his hands to do with as he wishes; no one can help you here. If you do not obey him and answer all his questions, he will do terrible things to you. Please, what is your unit, your base, and your mission?"
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Diana hesitated. She was not prepared for the crude direct approach of the Iraqi Captain. She had expected captivity to be mostly mind games just as it had been at her training course. But her training wasn't the real world of the middle East. Now, things were moving too fast for her. She felt she had to slow things down, pretend to give in to gain time. This sort of information was of little value anyway; certainly not worth a gang rape.
She replied, "I am from the 417th Tactical Fighter Squadron, 250th Tactical Fighter Wing which is based at Dhahran. I was flying an aircap when the missile hit me." Diana's face burned as she spoke. She was ashamed that she had given in so soon; but since the information was all lies she knew it would do no harm.
Yazeed listened to the translation, consulted a black notebook, and then turned to Diana with a chilling smile. The translator listened to him and said," The Captain says that you are a poor liar. We are not stupid; we have CNN here too. We saw the reporter do his story about your loss. Some of our pilots spent a lot of time in Saudi Arabia when we were fighting the accused Iranians. They tell us that the base he broadcast from was Al Mindhat not Dhahran; the buildings are quite different. Nor is there any 417th fighter squadron or 250th fighter wing listed for your active air force. The Captain now intends to teach you a lesson in what happens when you lie to him."
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Yazeed stepped back and gave an order to the guards. They grabbed her arms and dragged her to a long bar hanging from the ceiling. A sharp blow to the stomach precluded resistance on Diana's part as they secured her hands in manacles at the ends of the bar. Then the two men grabbed her muscular legs and bent them back until the lower legs were a foot above and parallel to the floor. A sharp order to the translator sent him to help the two guards by tying a rope around her booted feet and then to the ends of the bar. In a moment, Diana hung from the ceiling, her muscular arms supporting her entire weight, with her legs tied like the short leg of an " L" behind her. As she cursed the Iraqi guards, one of them held a bottle of clear fluid to her mouth while the second guard used his fingers to close off her nose. As Diana choked and sputtered, they poured the vile tasting fluid down her all the while laughing. Even the translator seemed amused as he told her, " The bottle held a powerful laxative. The Captain says that now you will not be so full of shit."
The guards then gagged her with a rubber ball gag, patted her ass, and left; Captain Yazeed and his translator remained. The officer stood in front of Diana, caressing her prominent nipples again. He began twisting the sensitive flesh with his strong fingers as he stared into her face. He worked on them one at a time, twisting and squeezing the nubs until they hardened involuntarily. The twisting was no more painful than foreplay but it was humiliating to Diana to have this man use her body so casually. When he was satisfied with the erectness of her nipples, Yazeed brought a pair of small metal clamps, alligator clips actually from a voltage meter, out of his pocket. The clamps had serrated teeth and a powerful spring. He placed each carefully on her elongated nipples and then released both at once. The sharp teeth bit down into the tender flesh of Diana's nipples, drawing tiny drops of blood almost instantly. Diana screamed into her gag as the two clips bit into her nipples. The pain was overwhelming; for a moment she thought her nipples had been cut off. Then Yazeed took a roll of thick green tape and tore off a strip about six inches long. Without a word, he smoothed it down over her pubic hair.
Looking her in the face, he ripped the tape off her. Diana's head went back as another sharp pain shot up her body. Dimly she realized that he was pulling her pubic hair off.
Yazeed confirmed this for her as he held up the tape with a handful of her short hairs attached and grinned. The Iraqi officer varied the way he pulled each piece of tape off; sometimes pulling slowly so that she felt every hair pull out and sometimes quickly so that she didn't feel the pain until he was holding the tape up for her inspection. Eventually he was satisfied by the now hairless vee between her spread legs. He tore off one last piece. This one went over her anus so that she could not excrete anything until it was removed. Then the officer and his flunky left as well, leaving Diana alone with her pain.
Diana knew that they were going to rape her. The use of the laxative made it obvious that they intended to sodomize her. She had never allowed anyone to take her in the ass. The thought of one or more of them using her in that way terrified her. She could have tolerated normal intercourse, but not sodomy. Visions of her anal rape began running unbidden through her mind, accented by the pain of the clamps biting into her sensitive nipples and the strain of her weight pulling on her arm muscles.
Diana hung for over two hours. Her arms burned as they were slowly pulled out of their sockets by her weight. The pain as the clamps bit into her nipples grew worse as they cut into the flow of blood to the sensitive nips of her breasts. But mercifully, the pain peaked and then began to recede into a dull throb as her nipples grew numb under the assault. Growing ever worse were the cramps in her intestines from the laxative. She felt as if she were going to explode. The pressure in her gut was indescribable. But no matter how hard Diana tried, the tape prevented her from relieving herself. She could only hang there in agony, covered in a cold sweat, and wait.