When Saf Jarvis heard a rumour that the British were building some sort of military base 30 miles from his position he realised that it presented him with an escape route back home. If he could just surrender to the British he’d be free of the unfolding nightmare that was Jihad. He and his mates, all Birmingham boys, had joined up over three years ago and at first it was everything they’d hoped it would be. Military training, comradeship, guns, grenades, killing, torturing and an almost never ending supply of female prisoners to do whatever they liked with. That first 2 years were the best but slowly the tide turned and now they were losing and losing badly. Saf’s friends had all been killed and the generals were becoming more and more desperate. Saf knew that as a foreign fighter it was only a matter of time before he’d be forced to set out with a van full of explosives or on some similar futile suicide mission. Handing himself over to the British army was the best move he could make right now. A few years in jail back home and then out to carry on with his life as if nothing had ever happened. He walked away from his unit that night. It had been Captain Belinda Brown’s idea to build the refugee camp. She’d campaigned to her superiors for many months and eventually they gave her the go ahead. She led a unit of 40 soldiers, all female, to the East bank of the river and there they built the camp. To anyone who had served in this war for any length of time, the camp was an obvious necessity. As more territory was recovered it had become apparent just how many women had been sexually and physically abused by the enemy. A stream of traumatised female prisoners were being liberated and Captain Brown’s camp was going to be a male free refuge where they could come to terms with what had happened to them and then helped to find their way back to some sort of normal life. Belinda Brown ran a tight team and the camp had been built quickly. Her all female platoon was experimental to see how well they could perform without male involvement. The idea was contrary to the British army’s core belief of non-segregation between sexes but Captain Brown’s unit was helping to solve a specific gender based issue and any overt male involvement had been deemed unhelpful in this instance. Her engineers planned and built the camp, her soldiers guarded and secured it, her logistical staff would run the camp, and the wider regular army and air support was a radio call away. Her team had performed well together and they were now ready to accept their first wave of refugees ahead of time. They had a few days to relax and wind down before the first intake arrived. Saf surrendered himself to Belinda’s garrison and proceeded to tell her and her interrogation team absolutely everything about his former comrades. Their positions, their numbers, the weaponry they had available. For the British it was gold and Belinda communicated the information to her superiors. She then asked headquarters how the prisoner was to be delivered back to the UK. The answer she received shocked her. She was told that Britain wasn’t accepting any former fighters back into the country and that it would be best for everyone if he just “disappeared”. Belinda tried to get some clarification but she was told again that he needed to “disappear” and then the communication was terminated. Saf felt a bit bad about betraying his former comrades to the British, but he wanted an easy ride so he told them everything they needed to know. It was also a result surrendering to a bunch of women. No heavy interrogation, no beatings and a free ticket back home. If he was lucky he’d serve his time in a prison near Birmingham. That way his family could come and visit him. Most of all though he was pleased to have come through the whole ordeal with his life and without having to suffer the tortures and beatings that he knew other prisoners in his position had endured. He recalled all too clearly the screams from those captured by his own forces. He’d even administered some of the beatings himself. He quickly dismissed the horrific images from his mind thankful that he’d not be called to account for some of the terrible crimes he’d committed. Word of Saf’s treachery travelled rapidly round the garrison. Bad enough that he was the enemy but to a soldier, wilful betrayal of your comrades in arms was truly the lowest of the low. A large group of girls wanted to give him a good beating and if he died from his injuries then that would just be tough. The mood became pretty tense and Captain Belinda Brown herself had to come down to the barracks and deal with the situation. She realised that an angry mob being let loose on him would serve the issue of his disappearance but despite her disgust of him, she knew she couldn’t let him be tortured or killed on her watch so she talked down the girls who wanted to beat him to death telling them that he wasn’t worth the effort. Then she added as an aside that he wasn’t even worth shitting on. And that’s how the idea began. A corporal, a large blonde girl who was always quick with a funny retort declared that she’d certainly shit on him and soon everyone was laughing and agreeing that they’d have no trouble shitting on him. One young private added that she’d take a crap right on top of his stupid treacherous face, and so the idea took hold. Blissfully unaware of the revolting fate that awaited him Saf was busy preparing his defense once he was back in the UK. He would tell the judge how he was a victim, bullied at school and then lied to by the recruiters. He’d swear that he had no real involvement in any of the fighting or the atrocities his forces had committed. Perhaps he’d get away with it completely and not even have to serve a prison sentence. Little did he know that he’d already been sentenced to life in the most disgusting and cruel prison he could ever imagine, a prison that was beyond his worst fears and a prison that was being built right outside the window of his cell. He watched through the bars with interest as the small mechanical digger and a team of girls in khaki dug a deep pit whilst others were building a small hut. He wondered to himself what it was they could be building. The girls on the work detail kept looking towards his cell window and waving at him with big smiles on their faces. Saf waved back which seemed to amuse all the girls no end. He heard the approaching footsteps of Belinda Brown with three of her officers and hoped they were bringing news of his return to Britain. Instead Belinda calmly explained her orders to make him ‘disappear’ and then she explained to him exactly where he was disappearing to. At first Saf assumed they were joking but slowly the realisation that they were seriously intending to do this dawned on him and Saf’s polite demeanour gave way to fury as he screamed obscenities through the bars of his cell at Captain Brown and the two officers with her. Throughout his deeply misogynistic tirade Captain Brown looked on calmly, now completely comfortable with the decision over his fate and more than that she decided there and then that she’d pull rank and be the first to use him. She felt a little guilty that the thought excited her so much but it became increasingly easier as she listened to him shouting at the top of his voice that a bunch of ugly bitches pretending to be soldiers had no right to decide what happened to him. In fact the whole camp could hear him and one of the girls on the work detail outside shouted “shut up toilet face” and then another girl shouted, “yeah shut up toilet face” and within a few seconds every soldier on the camp was shouting “shut up toilet face” all followed by laughing and an impromptu round of applause that echoed around the camp. And it did the job as Saf became quiet and contemplated the horror of what was to happen to him. ‘What was to happen to him’ had quite naturally been the talk of the camp for the past day. Engineers worked out the logistics. They decided to dig a separate latrine just for Saf. It was going to be a deep hole over which would be the outhouse. Saf would be tied firmly to a backboard and then slid into the base of the small prefab building so his face appeared in the floor overhanging the long drop. An invisible system of intravenous drips had been set up by the medics with a cocktail of nutrients and anti-biotics to keep Saf alive indefinitely. Over his face the actual toilet was to be put in place. The girls had gone out of their way to make sure the toilet would be as comfortable as possible for the person using it. They’d found a porcelain toilet bowl which was cleaned and then placed over the hole. They extended a pressure hose from the river and fitted that in the toilet as a flush. They even padded out the toilet seat for extra comfort. When placed over the hole it was a perfect fit. The walls of the toilet were covered in cloth hangings and there were scented candles and warm lighting. It was comfortable by any standards, but by army standards it was complete luxury. There wasn’t a single soldier on the camp who objected to the cruelty of his punishment. They’d all heard the stories of the suffering inflicted on female prisoners and would no doubt hear countless more as the first women refugees arrived in the camp. That coupled with his treachery dispelled any feelings of pity towards him and the officers concluded that it would be a brilliant idea to offer the ex women prisoners coming to the camp the chance to use Saf’s face as a toilet too. It was decided that the experience might be beneficial to them and of course they didn’t have to if they didn’t want to. No one had to if they didn’t want to. Some soldiers didn’t like the idea of doing their business on his face for various reasons, but they certainly didn’t feel sorry for him. He really did deserve everything he was going to get and whilst a few women found the idea distasteful, many of the girls relished the thought of pissing and shitting on his face. Some of them would even get a sexual kick out of it, the sheer feeling of power and the delicious idea of the cruelty. That sort of thing was highly arousing to some of the soldiers under the command of Captain Belinda Brown. Other girls in the camp had similar devious and cruel fantasies involving the sexual abuse of a helpless man and Saf would make the perfect victim. A group of four friends, a sergeant and three corporals who all shared very similar fantasies formulated a plan on how to enjoy themselves with the prisoner before he made his final journey to the latrine.