Saddam panted in the sweltering pile of black veils and robes covering her. She looked at the television pictures of the body double that had posed in his place, now trying to fight HIS... her war from hiding in Syria.
The indignity of someone fighting in his name was unbearable, almost as humiliating as being pregnant with the child of his American-borgise-pig captor.
She looked back at him, both surrounded by highly paid guards -paid by funds looted from her secret accounts that not even her sons knew about.
The spy had never reported back that he was alive. Why should he with billions of dollars at his fingertips after what amounted to a suicide mission?
With the Doctor under his permanent pay, he didnt' even look like his old self, now appearing as an olive-skinned greek god. She was getting bored with life in Kuwait, and sick of this life, but they programmed in a inhibition to suicide, as strong as her new libido.
She shuddered at the new programmed imperatives surfacing. Last night, she had been allowed to shop, and had begun enjoying it. Damn that American!
HE tugged on a leash hidden in her burqua "Come on "darling", It would not do to keep my guests waiting."
They entered a heavily air-conditoned hotel. It would still take long minutes for the chill to relieve the heat of her garb. It was so humiliating seeing his treatment of women visted upon himself.
Finally entering a secure meeting room, she saw the traitor doctor and a group of businessmen. With a flourish, he disrobed her before these strangers. Her pregancy swollen nipples perked in the sudden chill. "Madame Husein, May I introduce you to the owners of a genetics lab in America. This, gentlemen, is the true Saddam!"
After the usual round of disbelief, The spy called for silence.
"Doctor, if you would?"
With a sickening leer, the doctor stuck her with a unreasonably large needle. In seconds the flesh of her face rippled and swelled. Hair receeded on her head while new hair grew on her face.
She saw in a wall mirror, she had her old face back... on a heavily pregnant woman's body!
"Under Saddam's control, the good Dr. had done worse to me. I was the greatest horse in his stable. Even now, I am still locating my foals and bringing them over from Iraq. We can advance your research for the US Government by years. If you say no, at the very least, I can make millions in Kentucky with what serums I have now for human intelligent horses." he finished with a chuckle.
The suits conferred for a moment. One tidbit overheard was something about making up for a valley incident.
Finally, they turned back to the spy "We agree, but Finster is still not convinced fully. Can you make Saddam a blend of human and animal for us? Or a full animal?"
Saddam felt a greater chill than the air condioning as the spy and doctor talked hurriedly "..Oh yes, I can protect the child, but what should we make her?"
A quick look to the suits, and Finster replied...