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Dinner With Sadamm
by AB-2007 (address withheld)

***

In the final days of the second gulf war many 
events happened that might never come under 
public scrutiny. One such event was what really 
happened to Saddam Hussein. (MF, cast, can)

***

On the day that the US dropped the "bunker" bombs 
on his known location Saddam was already out of 
action, unbeknownst to anyone else a very 
efficient conspirator had taken him in his sleep.

Her name was Khadeejah and her motive was 
revenge.

At that moment in time the Iraqi regime was 
breaking down fast. The army was in disarray and 
the administrators were fleeing like rats from a 
sinking ship. It was the perfect moment to gain 
access to a man that many wished dead, especially 
Khadeejah.

Khadee's family had suffered under Saddam's rule, 
once a prosperous and powerful family, over the 
past 17 years it was reduced to a destitute 
status. And even Khadee became a victim in a most 
personal sense.

When she had turned 12 her father was taken away 
by the secret police and after that her family's 
fortunes had begun to fail. By the time Khadee 
had turned 16 she knew real fear. By this time 
her older brother had disappeared and many male 
friends of the family had either disappeared or 
had been tortured.

Then just after Khadee's 18th birthday it became 
her turn.

It was past midnight when the pounding on the 
front door began. Then before anyone could answer 
the door, it was smashed in and many men in dark 
clothes swarmed into the house. Khadee and her 
mother and younger sister were dragged from the 
house as men rampaged through the rooms smashing 
everything they came upon.

Crying in fear and anguish the three females were 
bound and dragged to a van and roughly shoved in 
to it. The van smelled on fear and vomit as they 
trundled through the silent city. Khadeejah was 
weeping loudly, afraid for her mother mostly. 
After all she and her little sister had done 
nothing wrong. Only her mother was in danger, or 
so she thought.

Once the van came to a halt the back door was 
jerked open and the three females were dragged 
from it and hulled along by the collars of their 
garments, feet dragging and breath chocking as 
they squealed in fear.

Once inside a dark dank building they were 
unceremoniously dumped in a pile in a large bared 
cell with countless other people. Within hours 
Khadeejah's mother was taken away, and from that 
moment on she knew nothing but fear and 
degradation.

First she and her little sister had to sit in the 
cell with more than 30 other people, without 
adequate toilet facilities for more than two 
days. By the time guards pulled her and her 
sister from the cell she was almost grateful, 
anything was better than sitting around in that 
squalor.

But when they reached their destination Khadeejah 
wished that they were back in that nasty smelling 
cell again. At least there had been other 
prisoners, some hope. But as the door swung open 
and the full horror of the room was made clear 
all Khadee could do was stand there like a lamb 
come to slaughter.

She continued to stand quaking as her young 
sister was pulled from her arms and taken to a 
contraption in the center of the room. Khadee's 
urine began to trickle down her inner thighs as 
her little sister began to scream in fright. But 
she just stood there unable to move.

A puddle of piss began to form at her feet as she 
watched the men pull and prod her sister, 
stripping her naked and violating her any way 
their perversion took them. Before the hour was 
out Khadeejah's younger sister was silent, 
nothing more than a blood-soaked body, abused 
into oblivion, no soul showing from wide unseeing 
eyes.

Then it was Khadee's turn. All she could remember 
were the hands, the tearing of fabric as they 
roughly tore her clothing from her body. She 
numbly tried to cover herself with her hands but 
even that was not allowed.

Within minutes of their assault Khadeejah was 
flat on her back on the damp concrete with one 
after another grunting filthy man plowing her 
bleeding virginity as they took pleasure in her 
pain.

All Khadeejah could remember for many months 
afterwards were the men's grunts and moans, and 
the smell of their sperm. Every time she 
envisioned that time the smell would come back to 
her and make her want to vomit.

Finally, when they were done with her, they left 
her naked and bleeding on the floor. Their sperm 
oozing from her battered sex, mixed with her 
blood. She lay like that for a long time. Then 
finally someone came and threw a course horse 
blanket over her and gruffly ordered her to get 
up and follow him.

In pain and shock she followed the man, wrapping 
the dirty blanked round her naked body as she 
limped after him. Soon she found herself back in 
the big cell with nothing but the memory of her 
little sister's rape and murder and her own hazy 
memory of the assault she'd just gone through.

The other occupants of the cage looked away from 
Khadeejah, trying to pretend that what had 
obviously happened to the young woman wasn't 
real. They feared for themselves and knew but for 
the grace of god they could have been her. And 
might be yet.

*

Several days later Khadee was released. 
Apparently her mother and sister had convinced 
then authorities that the women knew nothing 
before they had died. Khadeejah was the 
beneficiary of family's torture and pain.

When they threw an old rag of clothing at her and 
told her to dress Khadeejah did so numbly. When 
they took her by the hand and dragged her down 
the hall she stumbled numbly along not caring 
what might happen. When they opened the door and 
pushed her out into the sweltering afternoon sun 
Khadee just stood there blinking, in shock and 
disgust at what had happened to herself and her 
family. Numb and sick to her stomach.

At that moment one crystal clear thought vibrated 
through the young Iraqi woman's head. Revenge for 
her family, for her father and mother and 
especially for her little sister. There might 
never be a chance to revenge her family's torture 
and death, and her degrading humiliation, but she 
would never stop trying to gain revenge at the 
highest levels of the corrupt regime.

*

Then the day came when the US invaded Iraq. 
Khadeejah watched the TV like everyone else, 
almost holding her breath, hoping upon hope that 
the American's and British could do what 
Khadeejah thought might never happen. Over 
through Sadaam Hussein.

But eventually it did happen, and when the city 
fell it was Khadeejah turn. She had waited 
patiently, and gathered other people with 
grievances, people who hated the government and 
Saddam and his henchmen. 

When the moment was perfect Khadeejah and her 
friend struck.

It was early in the morning of the day before the 
city finally fell to the Americans. Khadee and 
her friends were stationed just outside the 
building where they knew that Saddam was staying. 
Khadeejah didn't care if she died getting at him, 
after all she no longer could look forward to a 
normal life, what did she care, so long as she 
took revenge. And what better revenge than to 
strike at the head of the beast.

They rushed the building and found that all the 
guards had deserted their posts. What began as a 
frantic attack with no hope of succeeding ended 
with an older man waking from an exhausted sleep 
surrounded by angry people ready to slit his 
throat.

Khadee was able to talk her friends into not 
killing Sadaam on the spot. She insisted that he 
shouldn't be let off so easily. "If you give him 
to me I promise that he will pay in hell for what 
he's done to us and everyone else. Just let me 
have him for a few hours so that when he crosses 
over into the hell he so richly deserves he will 
be willing to go. Staying alive will seem worse 
than dieing by the time I'm done with him."

Khadeejah's plea was listened to and knowing 
smiles formed upon the faces of those most 
adamant for the man's death only moments before. 
Yes, it was only fitting that he should suffer 
but they wanted to watch him die.

Khadeejah didn't care who saw, she knew what she 
would do to the sadistic bastard, and she didn't 
care what anyone would think of her afterward. 
She smiled and agreed.

They bound him and wrapped him in a rug and 
transported him to the north end of town. They 
ended up at a rundown old warehouse; just the 
perfect place for what Khadee had in mind.

Not wasting any time Khadeejah unwrapped the once 
most powerful man in Iraq and cut his restraints. 
He was old looking much older than the paintings 
and billboards portrayed him. He looked 
frightened, as he stood there dressed on military 
green.

Khadeejah smiled at him then directed several men 
to strip him. They jumped at Sadaam and tore at 
his clothing screaming in glee as they did so. 
Once the old man was stripped naked and on his 
knees Khadee grabbed a handful of his hair and 
brought his face up, "You stupid old man. You are 
going to pay for what you did to my family and me 
and to all the other people whose lives you've 
made miserable."

Khadeejah instructed the others to stretch Sadaam 
Hussein out and tie his wrists and ankles to 
makeshift restraints. When he was secure and 
spread-eagled, Khadeejah stood over him looking 
down at his nakedness. "Not so threatening now 
are you?" she said bitterly.

"What I'm I thinking? Is this any way to treat a 
guest?  I haven't offered you any hospitality. We 
should have a meal together." She walked up and 
stood over the prostrate man.

Reaching down she touched Sadaam's limp penis. 
Then as all the other's watched, Khadee began to 
massage his withered penis in her delicate bronze 
hand. She gently squeezed his shaft encouraging 
arousal.

At first the once powerful dictator was so much 
in fear that he couldn't have grown aroused if 
his life truly depended upon it. But even a 
fearful man can't resist a pretty girl's hand 
forever. And as Khadee continued to jack him up 
and down Sadaam eventually succumbed and began to 
grow erect.

The people gathered around had no idea what was 
on the young woman's mind but they were willing 
to let the scene play its self out. Just watching 
this perverted scene was enough for the moment. 
Watching their chief tormentor being humiliated 
by a young woman was a delight.

When Khadee believed that her victim was as hard 
as he was going to get she reached over under a 
black cloth and in one swift movement pulled 
Sadaam's erect penis hard and with the other 
hand; holding a large hunting knife, she placed 
the blade just at the base of his ball sac and 
sliced upward taking his testacles and stiff 
penis in one violent swipe.

Screams echoed throughout the warehouse as Sadaam 
Hussein struggled against his restraints, blood 
spurting form is mutilated groin. His eyes were 
wide in fear and pain as Khadee held his genitals 
high over her head for all to see. Blood trickled 
down her arm as she triumphantly held her prize 
aloft.

Someone had lit a charcoal fire nearby at 
Khadeejah's instructions and the young woman got 
up from the writing body of Hussein and walked 
over to it. She dragged a bucked over and dropped 
Sadaam's manhood into it and poured in a little 
water and watched as the concoction began to 
cook.

Someone else had found some vegetables and as a 
joke they were added to the pot. All the while 
Khadeejah just stood there watching the pot 
heating. There were weak groans and moans coming 
from their "guest" as Sadaam's blood continued to 
pump out onto the floor.

Finally Khadee sighed and taking an old cloth and 
wrapping it around the handle of the bucket she 
lifted it off the fire.

Carefully she scooped out the contents onto a 
plate taken from one of the many crates laying 
around and arranged the grisly contents nested 
among various vegetables. Then Khadeejah carried 
the contents back over to the still writhing body 
of Sadaam Hussein and squatted down before him to 
show her handiwork.

Sadaam's eyes went wide and then rolled up into 
his head showing only the whites. It was just too 
much for anyone to take, to see their genitals on 
a dinner plate nestled among vegetables.

Khadee squatted there for a long time looking at 
the dieing man, watching his blood still oozing 
out of the obscene mess that was once his crotch. 
Then slowly, almost as if her mind was a million 
miles away, Khadee picked up the man's severed 
body part and began to munch on it, just as if 
she were eating dinner...

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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