America's Revenge

The year is 2008. After several unsuccessful years of fighting the war on terrorism, a break came in the form of the capture of Osama Bin Ladin. The scene opens onto an interrogation room located somewhere in the Middle East. The door burst open. Bin Ladin is pushed through the door. He stumbles and falls. He staggers back to his feet as he attempts to steady himself against the weight of the shackles on his ankles and the handcuffs on his wrists. One of the soldiers grabs him by the back of his shirt collar. His grasp tightens his collar and chokes his prisoner. As Bin Ladin chokes and gasps for air, the other security guards in the room chuckle. The soldier proceeds to throw him into the cold metal chair set in front of a large black desk.

As Bin Ladin raises his head, he displays a badly beaten and bruised face. One eye is so puffy that he can’t see out of it. The interrogator sitting across of the table starts to speak. In a gruff voice he asks, “Where are your generals? Where are the remaining commanders of Al Quaida?” Bin Ladin looks up looking rather disoriented and begins to clear his throat. He begins to speak softly. The interrogator leans forward to try to hear what he’s saying. Life appears to stir in Bin Ladin as he sees that he’s captured the interest of the man across the desk. Bin Ladin begins to clear his throat again then spits in the face of the general. A soldier rushes up to Bin Ladin and whacks his face with the butt of his riffle. As Bin Ladin starts to cough up some blood, the general calmly reaches into his pocket and pulls out a handkerchief and wipes the spittle from his face. Oddly enough, the general smiles and says “Thank you. You’ve made me so angry that we’ll forgo the interrogation and proceed with plan B.” The general looks at the guard standing by the door and nods his head. The guard then opens the door and yells, “It’s a go for plan B.”

The general sits calmly in his chair and continues to smile as he glances over to look at Bin Ladin and returns his attention to the door to the room. There’s a bit of commotion now just out side the door. The door opens and a number of men dressed in lab coats start to file in. A man dressed in a black business suit is the last man to enter the room. The men in lab coats walk towards one end of the room while the man in business suit walks up to the general at the desk. He then introduces himself as Senator Payne. The general then asks Senator, “Is your team ready for plan B?” Senator Payne says, “Yes. We have all that is required. Everyone is an expert in their field. This is Dr. Abrams. He’s a surgeon specializing in physical re-assignment operations. This is Dr. Filbert. He’s our top plastic surgeon. To your left is Dr. Crum. He’s a psychologist specializing in developing new personalities. And the last member of our team is Dr. Griffin. He’s our expert in virology.” After hearing all this, the general glances over to look at Bin Ladin. Bin Laden looks up and looks a little worried now. The general smiles again and asks, “You look a little worried there. You understand English quite well. Don’t you?” Bin Laden then asks, “What’s going to happen?” The general again smiles, but this time a little brighter. As the general smiles, he raises and eyebrow and says, “You’ve terrorized America and the world long enough. It’s time to even the score. Don’t worry. We won’t kill you. In a couple of months you’ll be going back home, but not before we make a few adjustments.” Bin Ladin’s eyes widen. A bead of sweat rolls down his forehead and runs into his eyes. Bin Laden winces as he feels the saltiness of his sweat sting his eyes. He asks his question again. The general continues to smile as if he didn’t hear a word Bin Laden said. The general then taps on the desktop a couple times. The guard at the door steps to one side, opens the door, and motions to the senator and the doctors to leave. As they’re leaving, the general calls out, “ Dr. Abrams. We’ll begin with you. Assemble your team in the operating room. Bin Laden will be taken there shortly.” Dr. Abrams nods and follows the others out of the room.

The general turns his attention once again at Bin Laden and says, “We’re about to change your life.” The general signals the guard at the door. Bin Ladin looking even more worried now begins to struggle visibly at his restraints. The guard opens the door and a male nurse wearing rubber gloves carrying a large syringe rushes in. Bin Laden struggles again. The guard at the door and three other guards rush to restrain Bin Laden. One guard grabs him from behind and forces his head to one side of his shoulder. The nurse seeing the exposed neck rushes over and plunges the needle deeply into Bin Ladin’s neck. With out hesitation, he empties the syringe. Bin Ladin begins to shake. His eyelids begin to flutter. He then passes out.

Bin Ladin eyes begin to flutter. He starts to wake up. He closes his eyes tightly as he tries to get his eyes adjusted to the glaring light above him. He opens his eyes again. He looks around and finds himself stark naked and strapped to a cold steel operating table. He can’t move—not even an inch. There’s a strap fastening his neck down to the table. There are other restraints around his arms, chest, waist, and legs. He tries to turn to the left then right. It’s useless. He then notices that he’s surrounded by a lot of people. It’s odd he thought. These people aren’t wearing surgical gowns. They’re just wearing a surgical mask and an apron over their street clothes. Feelings of fear and intense confusion fill Bin Laden. A man a few feet away clears his throat and begins walking towards the operating table. It’s Dr. Abrams. Dressed in a surgical gown and rubber gloves, Dr. Abrams approaches the table. He moves to stand over Bin Laden. Dr. Abrams then said, “Look around you. These people are the survivors of the families that died at the World Trade Centers and at the Pentagon. They are truly innocent victims of your madness. Bin Laden then blurted out, “No you Americans are bad. You help the Israelis hurt the Muslim people you….” Dr. Abrams interrupted and shout “No! These people didn’t hurt you, nor did their families that died. These people are totally innocent. They are here to witness your punishment.” Dr. Abrams then motioned with his hands for me to come over to the operating table. Dr. Abrams introduced me to Bin Ladin as “Cumguzzler.” Dr. Abrams went on to say that Cumguzzler here will begin with your gender re-assignment. He handed me a fork and a steak knife. I walked over to Bin Ladin’s groin. I looked over to Bin Ladin and said, “Scream for me. Scream loudly. Let the exquisite sounds of your screaming add flavor to the blandness of raw flesh.” I then aimed my fork for his scrotum and plunged my fork into his left testicle. He gasped for air then farted. I then yelled back at him, “C’mon. Scream for me! C’mon, you’re no fun. Scream for me.” Dr. Abrams then said, “Oh, don’t waste time. Just go on and have dinner.”

I began to have dinner. I pushed down hard on the fork making sure that the fork had pierced right through his testicle and the tip of the fork was scraping the metal of the operating table. I then took the steak knife and sliced open his ball sack. He groaned and bucked but didn’t scream. I pulled out his testicle with my fork. It really didn’t look like much—almost like a peach pit with a stringy white cord attached to one side. I attempted to move the fork closer to my mouth but also noticed how elastic his cord was. It presented some resistance. It was almost like pulling against a rubber band. Nevertheless, I put his testicle to my mouth. I looked at him. I stared into his face. I saw the terror in his eyes. I then said, “This is America taking a bite out of you. I then took a little bite out of his testicle and heard him scream. His groin rose and fell a couple of times and he then started to shoot load after load of thick creamy cum. I started to get hard. Everyone smiled—some even clapped. A couple people reached into their pockets and fished out some earplugs and quickly inserted then into their ears. I looked around and saw a couple of security guards by the door. As I looked at them, they started to smile from ear to ear. I looked down at their zippers and I could see a large tent forming. As I continued to stare, I saw a wet spot forming at the tip of their bulging pants. As they smiled, they began to lick their lips. I motioned for them to come over. One of the guards came over and started taking off his shirt. The other came over to me and started to massage my dick through my pants. He smiled as he saw the last bit of testicle crushed between my teeth. His eyes followed the spermatic cord from my mouth and down to Bin Ladin’s bloody gaping scrotum. As he continued to massage my dick, he asked, “Wanna share?” I smiled and nodded. In doing so, he gently bit and suck on the remaining testicle sticking out of my mouth. Our lips met as he sucked on the protruding testicle. With only the last bit of testicle to keep our teeth from meeting each other’s, I bit down hard and severed the cord. The cord snapped back into the scrotum. I chewed and swallowed the last bit of testicle meat. The guard kissed me then swallowed his piece of the prize. The other guard by this time was buck naked and beating off his meat as he slurped up the cum on Bin Ladin’s belly and chest. I was getting a little worried, there wasn’t much left cum to drink. I tried to bend down and slurp up what ever cum I could find, but was prevented by the guard I shared the testicle with. He said not to worry. He could help me out. After saying that, he grabbed my hand and pressed it against his raging hard on. He pulled me closer, pressed his lips against mine, and started to explore my mouth with his tongue. In a gentle voice, he’s said that I was really hot and was ready to feed me his load. I groaned in pleasure when I heard this. He unfastened his zipper and I dropped down to my knees. I pulled down his underwear to find a thick piece of man meat dripping with excitement. I smiled and then licked my lips and placed my mouth over the head of his dick. As my lips pressed down on his dick, I felt him harden even more. Then suddenly, he shot one huge blast of thick cream down my throat. I gagged. I could swallow everything. He saw that. He saw the excess cum dribbling from the sides of my mouth. He quickly pulled me up to his mouth and started to lick the cum from my face and neck. The other guard having finished slurping up the cum that Bin Ladin had shot, maneuvered between my legs and started to suck on my dick as he hungered for more cream to swallow. That guy definitely was hungry for more cream. He worked my dick so hard with his mouth that he got my load in under a couple of minutes. He thanked me and then asked if I was still thirsty. I said yes. He then guided my mouth to his throbbing dick and shot his load into my waiting mouth. It was wonderful—so thick, mildly salty, and so creamy.

All three of us were still hungry and continued to dine on Bin Ladin’s family jewels. His testicles were definitely bland, a bit chewy too. One of the guards at the door came to help me out. He brought over a little portable welding torch. He said to try roasting it. It’ll taste a whole lot better. He was right. I decided to roast the remaining testicle right in the sack. While I was cooking my meal, Bin Ladin screamed, went rigid, then past out again. Dr. Abrams then said, “Hey Cumguzzler, I know you’re enjoying yourself there but don’t eat everything. Leave some of his ball sack there. I need it to close the wound. May be you ought to hurry it up. He’s starting to bleed a lot an going into shock.” After hearing that, I quickly tied off Bin Ladin’s penis at the base and cut it off. The two guards and I took Bin Ladin’s severed meat over to another table where we continued to roast it. As we dined, Dr. Abrams went to work on surgically re-constructing the genital stump from male to a female. An anesthesiologist pushed through the crowd in the room and said that even though everyone was enjoying this, they really had to put him under for the rest of the operation. The remaining people were escorted out side of the operating room and reminded that they’ll be notified later when all the adjustments have been made. The two security guards and I continued to roast Bin Ladin’s penis and enjoy the roasted meat. It was wonderful. It tasted like real lean bacon. After about half an hour, the security guards and I left the operating room. I was later escorted out to the transport bus that was going to take all of us back to a parking lot outside of the secured compound.

After a couple months past, I was invited back along with other surviving relatives of Nine Eleven to the secret compound where Bin Ladin was being modified. As I walked over with the group of people from the bus, I noticed something really different. There weren't any armed guards to be found. I did run into those cute security guards that I shared cum loads with, but even they appeared different. They weren't wearing a uniform or carrying side arms. They were casually dressed in blue jeans and t-shirt. Casual, that's a good word. That's what best describes the atmosphere now. Everyone seemed happy and cheerful.

After we got off the bus, this attractive and quite charming woman greeted us. She called herself Ohana. Ohana led the group to the banquet hall. On the way over to the banquet hall, an offlce clerk stopped us. He told Ohana that something had come up and she had to go back home. Ohana looked pretty upset in hearing the news. The office clerk said not to worry. He told Ohana that he would show the group the rest of the way.

The office clerk led us to the entrance of the banquet hall. It wasn't that large of a building. I'd say it could hold twenty-five people comfortably, but there were at least thirty people there. If I were to include the support staff that would be a whole lot more. Nevertheless, it was a very casual gathering.

After we all sat down, a familiar but rather formally dressed man walked to the front of the room, tapped on the microphone, and began to address the audience. As he began to speak, I finally recognized who it was. It was the senator who collected all those specialists that were hired to work on Osama Bin Ladin. Today was different. He was definitely in a good mood. He kind of reminded me of college students right after final exam week. You could definitely tell those students that aced their exams. He was one of them. You could see it not just in their smile, but also in the strength of their posture, the confidence in their stride, and the sureness in their voice. Well, for the senator, today was that day. He began his speech with America has taken revenge on Osama Bin Laden and Al Quaida. Bin Ladin has been successfully transformed into a beautiful woman. He has also been so thoroughly brainwashed that he really believes that he’s now a woman. No one can recognize him. Not only has he been brainwashed, he has also been programmed to go back to the Middle East and make contact again with the old Al Quaida commanders and infect all of them with the AIDS virus. As soon as the senator finished saying that sentence, there was a lot of chuckling and expression of total belief. The laughter didn’t shake the senator’s composure. The senator still smiled confidently and waited patiently for the laughter to die back down. In a couple moments, he began by saying Osama Bin Laden is truly a beautiful woman now. You’ve all met her. We now call her Ohana. There was suddenly a deep silence that feel across the room. None of us could believe that the woman that greeted us was formerly Osama Bin Ladin. The woman was so short and Bin Ladin was so tall. This woman was not only attractive, she was pretty well stacked.

The senator went on to say that the gender re-assignment went very well. No one could tell that she was once a man. To make her gender more acceptable, Bin Ladin’s height was adjusted by close to a foot. They reduced his height by removing a couple vertebras from his neck and a couple more from the rest of his spine. They also cut out a couple inches of bone from his legs and thighs. To make her more proportional, they also reduced the length of her arms by also cutting, trimming, and re-attaching the arm bones. Most of the make up that Ohana was wearing was also permanent make up that was tattooed onto her eyelids, lips, eyebrow, and cheeks. A couple of electroligists spent several weeks removing all the body hair associated with the male physique. Even though Ohana has a good set of silicone implants for breasts, to maintain the female appearance there were also hormonal implants that will slowly release more female hormones over the next two years.

Senator Payne went on to discuss the more challenging part of the modification was the psychological aspect of changing Osama to Ohana. Due to recent advances in computing technology, we were able to implant a computer chip into Bin Ladin’s brain. The computer chips doesn’t exactly reads his mind, but it knows what kind of thoughts he has. If for example, he has thoughts of killing Americans or hurting people, the computer implant will revive the memory of the pain of having his testicles ripped from his body and eaten right in front of him. The chip will remind him only of the pain and not the actually memory of the event of forced castration or gender re-assignment. This memory of pain is more than adequate to stifle any desire to hurt or kill people any more. The same technique is used to stifle any sexual desire with women. The opposite is used to promote sexual contact with men. In this case, when ever Ohana has a desire to have sex with men, the computer implant releases small amounts of cocaine and morphine into his blood. When Ohana thinks about having sex with former Al Quaida commanders, her brain is flooded with pleasure-giving endorphins. In essence, Osama Bin Ladin has been turned into one sex hungry whore that will do anything to sleep with former Al Quaida leaders. In knowing this, some of the lab workers here have dubbed her Ohana Bin-Laid-A-Lot. With the help of our virologist, Dr. Griffin, we have infected and vaccinated Ohana with a very virulent form of the AIDS virus. Due to the marginally effective vaccination, Ohana will not get AIDS for over two years, but she does carry it and will infect the men she sleeps with.

Senator Payne pauses for a moment as he looks out onto the audience and is pleased to have surprised them with his efforts and accomplishments. One person in the audience then raises his hands and asks, “Well what happens with Ohana after it’s all over for the Al Quaida leaders?” Senator Payne replies, “I’m glad you asked that question. At the end of two years or after Ohana has infected the last Al Quaida leader, the computer chip implanted in Ohana has been programmed to reverse its function. Essentially, it will reverse all the brainwashing and psychological conditioning. The personality of Ohana will dissipate and Osama Bin Ladin’s former personality will reassert itself and regain all his of memory. One day, two years from now, Osama Bin Laden will awaken one morning to discover that he is a man that has lost nearly twelve inches of height, has been publicly castrated, has been surgically altered to pass as a woman, has had sex with his Al Quaida leaders, and is dying of AIDS in a country that kills homosexuals. Awakening to that kind of reality is nothing short of a living hell.

America has taken its revenge.