The big vocalize truck drove slowly through the big arched gateway. The driver carefully kept the wheel away from the railway line tracks as he drove into the old wartime transit camp.

Two uniformed sentry go closed the big wooden gates behind it. The driver stopped and jumped down from the cab."Raus !"he shouted,"Everybody out !"He unlocked the rear room access and swung them open..

Anxious faces peered out over the boxes in the backrest of the semitrailer."Out, Raus !"the uniformed guard duty shouted as stood waiting rifles in hand.

Frightened confused Arab faces, tired and hungry after the long journey along Autobahn and Autoroute. Confused by the language and uniforms. They had expected to get in England.

One by one the youthful men and women put their hands up. They jumped down off the gamy platform. The women in all enclose black robes sat on the edge of the doorway and swung elegantly down, the men just jumped down onto the tarmac.

"We have arrived,"the driver announced as he wandered around to the back of the fomite."Sorry, couldn't make capital of Delaware, but we came here instead,"he apologised.

"But we paid to go for England !"a woman shouted her voice coming from a slot in the figurehead of her all enwrap total darkness robe.

"And paid very well thank you,"the device driver laughed. The sentry duty smiled broadly at the joke.

They stood blinking in the sun, looking for a way to get off. They peered at the Triple course of 2 metre highschool mesh fencing topped with barbed wire which surrounded the chemical compound. Tall watch towers with powerful search ignitor stood at each corner and a long row of wooden shanty stood a little way inside the telegram. One large hut bombastic than the remainder sported a tall brick chimney.

Heinrich Waldheim strode across the tarmac clipboard in his hand. He looked faintly derisory in his Germanic cause with Homberg hat as he stood by the truck."Right, two lines, men to the left cleaning woman to the right hand,"he shouted."Have your paper ready and we shall have you processed as soon as we can."He pointed to the power doors marked with male and female symbols.

Abdul looked at his friend, “"What does he mean processed ?"he asked.

"What does he mean papers ?"Mustafa replied with a shrug

"What you mean processed ?"Abdul demanded.

"We check your contingent and see if you are desirable, it is a formalities no more, we have almost no cull, loosen my Quaker,"Waldheim assured him.

"What for ?"Abdul demanded,"What is the chimney !"Abdul asked pointing to the marvelous smoking chimney towering over one of the huts.

"That is the pie factory, some of you will go there, those with no theme, others will crop in the town."

There were only three women, Kurt Waldheim looked at the shapeless Shirley Temple Black robes and imagined the nubile picket virgins within, he also remembered the bearded Arab they found dressed as a woman the previous week, he smiled to himself, the guy wouldn't try that again.

Abdul followed the commission, he clutched his haversack containing all his worldly goods.

He waited as his companions explained why they had no document and were sent through to the adjacent office.

Alain Descartes wore a Stanford White pelage and a stethoscope around his neck, and listened patiently as Abdul lied fluently that he was Italian and had his composition stolen. He stamped Abdul's class"Pending"and sent him through to Herr Lindermann in the next room

"The Doctor will see you in a moment but initiative we must check your height and weigh you and then you must pack a shower,"Herr Lindermann instructed,"outdoor stage here please, '' he said indicating the weighing machine, and then as he wrote the exercising weight and estimated the height he announced"exhibitioner room 4 is free."

Abdul went in, there was a lock on the door, pin for clothes and a shower cubicle. He checked the water, it was affectionate. He felt dirty. He undressed. He stepped into the shower. He pulled the threshold closed. He did wonder for an instant why the door was so satisfying, why it had a gumshoe cachet but it never occurred to him that it was in fact soundproof. He was too interest with taking a shower which he certainly needed after his hanker journey in the truck.

Lindermann watched a monitor, he saw Abdul step into the shower and as he closed the cubicle doorway, Lindermann flicked a switch.

Abdul's domain disintegrated. The exhibitioner tray swung downwards and he dropped ten feet into darkness. Something was moving, squashing his human foot as it revolved. He screamed but no one heard him in the soundproofed shaft. He was slipping down. Something crushed his ankles. He screamed again. He clutched for something to puff himself up with but there was nothing.

The simple machine was fully automated, two interlocking one metre diameter one metre panoptic train wheels pulled his soundbox down crushing his human foot and take down peg, then a horizontal blade came across to break up his head and force his body over. It then paused while the water and diddly drained away before restarting to crush the rest of the eubstance. Smaller gear wheels then crushed the clappers and form into paste and this passed along an augur to a car which mixed the paste thoroughly and divided it into 1 kg portions.

Abdul's world stopped at 21.36:20, we don't know what his last sentiment were, but his question landed in the head crusher at that precise time and the political machine split his skull precisely along the centreline to pull his brain intact.

Two bored technicians Edmund Schultz and Kurt Ratchenheim watched porno and occasionally checked a monitor but the precision made"Kim Jung Un, '' machinery whirred faultlessly, which was fortunate as the instructions were in Korean and none of the technicians could record them.

The machine paused with the trunk lying sideways, its muscles relaxed and waste drained away channelled into a classify chamber away from the flesh pedigree and bone.

The process continued, muscular body of water cat valium washed the dissipation away and the gears started again, crushing his speed thigh and as it approached his rosehip a razor sharp-worded leaf blade swung out between his legs, impacting behind he root of his hammer and removing his peter and balls before swinging away again allowing his privates to drop into a refrigerated chamber for future use.

Abdul was long dead. His soul wandered aimlessly around Hell trying to find somewhere to cool down. He tried to get into christian heaven but St putz told him to hop it as he wasn't Christian, and couldn't get in Muslim Heaven as his head and organic structure weren't buried together and anyway the merely virgins they had were 90 twelvemonth old nun so he was pretty very much stuffed

"Nearly a trolley full,"Schultz observed,"Your turn I think."

"Ja, I need to stretch my legs,"his co-worker agreed and he went to stretch the trolley.

Kurt pulled on his overbold light-green boilersuit with"Denzil Penwithers Kornisch Pastise Werke Koln."emblazoned on the back and started to debase the 1 kg trays of human pie filling into the refrigerate tram. He closed the doorway tightly and waving to Edmund he set off on the short-circuit walk along the tunnel to the pie factory.

For the women it was different, out of respect a lady physician examined them, if they were fit they went to the dame shower room, if they were old and ugly they joined the men in the pie filling machine.

Amina was beautiful,"Take a shower,"Dr Helga Mengele suggested,"Then I examine you properly."

Amina locked the shower room room access behind her. She undressed and hung her robe and underclothes on the peg provided and then stepped into the cubicle. She turned the tap and warm body of water cascaded over her.

Helga watched Amina on the monitoring device, she liked what she saw, nice Pyrus communis shaped bosom, decorous duration dark hair, not too ugly, she stepped into the rain shower room, the lock was simply a dope, and scooped up Amina's clothes.

Amina was oblivious to this as the carrell walls were unintelligible she did not pull in anything was haywire until she tried to open the door.

"Hey !"she shouted.

Helga let her out,"Now I examine you,"she said,"Sit down and show me your fuck hole."

"No, where are my clothes ?"Amina demanded.

"Burned,"Helga said apologetically,"fill of lice, disgusting. Now delight your fuck hole, your cunt. Show me, has it been cut ?"

"Yes, I am no whore !"Amina said forcibly.

"You take it up the ass and suck men off then do you ?"Helga asked.

"No !"Amina protested,"I am perfect char !"

"Oh dearest, and I had a adorable flat for you in Jack London,"she sighed.

"In London, a matt and a job ?"Amina asked.

"Oh yes, a nice flat where valet can occur and have it away you. It is in Lewisham,"Helga explained."You do a week training in Amsterdam on the streets and then we take you to London."

"As a whore,"Amina queried."You expect me to crop as a cyprian ?"

"Oh yes,"Helga explained, I know a very good plastic surgeon who can sort your piece of ass lips. He does all the royal princesses from the Gulf when they go university and cuts them again when they want to marry."

"Where are the others ?"Amina asked.

"Fuck pickle first, then we take you to see your friends."Helga suggested.

Amina sat down and shyly let Helga ease her thighs apart."Oh beloved,"Helga sighed as she saw Amina's pitiable damaged snatch."This is going to hurt."

Helga ran her finger's breadth along Amina'disfigured slit mouth. The lips had been cut by a pedophile back in Syria many years earlier and made even a gentle wank painful, though, luckily Amina's clit was still intact.

"Relax liebchen,"Helga cooed and she tenderly kissed Amina's face. She caressed Amina's left breast. Sucked her leftover pap and kissed her impertinence again. Slowly Amina's pussy moistened and Helga eased her exponent finger between Amina's fuck lips.

Amina winced in pain sensation, but Helga kept her finger inside her, probing easing further into Amina's tight Virgin piece of tail hole. Helga smiled and took a long thin dildo, not much thicker than a fountain pen from her air hole and slipping her finger out she slipped it inside Amina's cunt.

Amina cried, maybe it ripped her hymen. Helga didn't charge. The dildo had a valve on the end. Helga had a gas piston chamber attached already, a tiny cylinder pressed to 20 bar. She twisted the cylinder and Amina screamed as the dildo expanded to four multiplication its size, stretching her puss like she had a big buck Black's cock bass inside her. She wailed and passed out.

Amina woke. Her cunt was on attack. An agonising acute ache. She had never experienced anything like it before, and never wanted to again. She looked around. She was lying on the level in a little elbow room, a electric cell perhaps.

There was a bed and a chair, nada else. She was completely nude except for a wrist joint dance band. It was warm. Her cunt was filled by a huge dildo. She tried to pull it out but it was bigger inside her than where it went through her slit back talk. She remembered how Helga had inflated it.

Amina looked for her apparel. There were none. She shouted. No one came. She stood up. The dildo chafed horribly. She sat on the bed. The dildo pushed further into her. She gasped.

A moving ridge of pleasure sent shudders through her. She forgot the torture. She gently humped up and down on the dildo. Her cunt was so wet. ‘ God forgive me'she thought as she started to love even harder.

She looked down, the wet was red. She was bleeding. Her pathetic contort twat lip had split. She wanted to stop but something compelled her to continue humping. Suddenly she heard her own voice shouting"Yes ! '' Glorious waved of relief and expiration swept over her.

"Ohhhhh,"she shuddered and Helga walked in.

"fountainhead you certainly are a mess,"Helga opined as she walked in,"I think you are now very nearly a woman."

Amina's cunt sass were bleeding. Her cunt was bleeding but she felt ripe. Too unspoilt, Guiltily good.

"My friend will soon receive you stitched up,"Helga promised.

Abdul was already well on the way to England, he was part of a batch of Halal Pasties being sent to Bradford and was being heated in the ovens. former parts of him were being used for pig food and fertilizer. His peter was part of a batch destined for a sexuality reassignment clinic in Amsterdam and his balls were share of a peck being sent to Tunisia. Tourists were told the Bedouin liked to have human balls on a string around their necks, but in fact it was the tourists who bought them for $ 20 plus local taxis as relic !

Helga handed Amina a yellowness backless minidress."Your uniform, in street you wear it, working you put it on backwards so your titmouse hang out,"she explained.

"I am not a whore !"Amina swore as blood dripped down her leg.

"Of course you are a whore,"Helga snapped,"Why you wanked until you bled. Do not worry you will feature plenty of cock soon enough."

"I will not wear it !"Amina insisted.

"Then go naked !"Helga laughed,"And go hungry."

"I should rather starve,"Amina replied.

Amina waited until Helga was gone, she touched the Minidress, held it against herself and put it on, then in a consequence of devilment she put it on backwards so her boob flopped out.

"Very pretty my dear,"Herr Waldheim complemented her as he walked in.

"Get out !"Amina screamed.

"Delightful knocker my dear,"he complimented her."Smaller than your friends but very pretty.

"Out !"she wailed.

"Would you like to eat ?"he asked.

"Just a little ass and you can ingest a lovely meal,"he added.

"No !"she refused,"I should rather die."

"It can be arranged,"he agreed."I shall be back when you are really hungry."

Herr Waldheim sadly walked away but cheered up when he met Walter Miller in the corridor."How you doing ?"he asked his old buddy.

"Not so bad, you want to watch the picture ?"Walt asked.

"Ja, why not !"Waldheim agreed.

"harbour't seen it myself yet,"Walt admitted,"Why don't we get a few beers and watch it tonight ?"

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Walt had a six plurality of Budweiser, Kurt Waldheim Carlsberg, Anton DuBois a bottleful of Chablis and they sat in the authority waiting for the television to begin on the big screen.

The action started with enlistee being interviewed. The interviewer's face was never seen but the recruits were easily identifiable.

"You know you might die for the Jihad ?"they were asked.

One shook his headspring,"I wish to live to fight,"he said so they rejected him.

ogdoad youth Arab men passed the consultation. The panorama changed, a woodland glade. A wooden hut. Men with snap guns.

An explosive vest, a Thomas Young Arab slips it on. He walks up and down. He puts his jacket and shirt over it."Don't look so shamefaced,"he is told.

"Walk about outside."

The Whitney Moore Young Jr. man walks up the woodland path,"Oi Paki !"someone shouts.

He turns angrily seeking his tormentor,"Say Hi to Mohammet for me !"the guy says.

He sees his tormentor. A man in Army fatigues, with several More similarly dressed men. He stared uncomprehending.

A man with a child's radio receiver control sent a command to Abdul's explosive vest.

Abdul felt the pain briefly before everything went black.

"Bingo !"Sgt ‘ Pongo'Pink laughed as a puff of blue air green goddess erupted around Abdul's waist. His cap flew open scattering lining and form and bite of explosive rap over a fifty yard r. His ramification stood still or respective seconds. His his heading and shoulder were thrown several groundwork skywards. Everything from his upper thigh to his axillary cavity was blown sideways over the fifty railway yard radius. Finally his head and percentage of his spine landed.

A soldier held up a telephone number. 5 and another held two 5.5 while a third agreed with 5.

"So that's a five for style,"Pongo laughed."Commitment ?"he asked

Three 10s were displayed."Fucking idiot !"Pongo laughed."Let the hound out someone."

"Nein, that was not a ten !"Kurt Waldheim declared.

"More like a six than a nine,"milling machine laughed."What an idiot !"

The Camera cut away and returned as night fell. A red fox was gnawing on a human leg bone while a Rotweiller was eating a lump of flesh. Two soldiers were taking it in turns tossing Abdul's head through a basketball hoop.

An Arab appeared from a wooden shed."Hey !"he shouted."What are you doing ?"

There was a damp cleft as the five Lebanese pound of semtex hidden up his ass exploded blowing his soundbox to twice its usual size before his tee shirt jeans and peel schism. Blood and shit and bone blasted upwards and outwards scaring the fox away. The head rolled maybe 20 G. The Rotweiller just looked bored.

The video continued. Six more men were blown up in the clearing. One blew himself up outside Bradford railway station, during the charge hr on the Zebra crossway. A stifle crack, a pull of smoke and his body in two parts, the legs on the black and Edward White markings. His brain and shoulders on the bonnet of a Skoda Favorit. The camera panned to a 'Woman'in an all enveloping gown giving a thumbs up while holding a mobile speech sound.

The footage changed to a TV channel,"Fortunately no one was hurt,"the announcer said over footage of the man being stretchered away with his head missing.

"Is goot ja ?"someone commented

"Only if YouTube show it."

"Could go Viral."

"Cunts in a line is side by side, twelve fuckers going up in chronological sequence,"Miller announced.

XII suicide bombers, explosive vested with additional semtex up their asses walk across City of Westminster bridge towards parliament. The traffic stops. A police car axial rotation slowly towards them."Put your deal up,"echoes from the loudspeaker."We know you are ISIL supporters, give yourselves up."

script rose and as one the first and final stage in line exploded. Then another and another.

Heads and shoulder joint flying skywards. Feet and legs standing for a few seconds. Looks of utter disbelief from the men as their friends exploded.

Big Ben showed 2.05. A Transit van stopped. A squad of men emerged. biologic suits. A food waste truck stopped. dead body persona thrown in, everything except the heads which were put in bin liner and thrown in the backrest of the Transit. 2.08 a Fire hand truck moved in, hosing the bridge with its H2O carom. 2.15 normality returned.

A brigadier appeared on filmdom."I'm not a real Brigadier,"he said,"But I did play Colonel Melchett in a display at the Appollo, Ealing Broadway. What you have just seen is several very stupid Lester Willis Young men being blown up safely. They wanted to die for ISIL so we obliged. They did not realize their explosive vests were radio controlled, but if they had any brains they wouldn't have wanted to die, would they ?"

"The singlet come in various versions, the ‘ London'requires three different mobile phone telephone call within five minutes, two to arm, and one to fire. The ‘ clarification'simply uses a radio control decoder from a model aircraft."

"Is good ja ?"soul shouted changing the mood.

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Amina's purpose failed much Sooner than she expected. Two twenty-four hours. Her throat was dry like the Gobi desert."Ok !"she shouted,"You win."No one came.

"I fuck, OK ?"she shouted.

Heinrich Waldheim opened her cadre door. Amina faced him, her dress reversed. Her breast hanging out."I fuck, I must drink,"she announced.

"I get a swallow,"he agreed.

Amina gulped the limpid greedily, unaware it was 25 % Vodka. Her mind swam pleasantly. She barely noticed Kurt lifting her onto the bed. She had a abbreviated pain as his scant fat cock slid into her cunt but she was past times caring.

"Now you are English young lady, fucked when drunk,"Waldheim announced as he fucked her.

It felt honorable, a warm cock pulsing. A waving of warm cum suddenly swam through his prick and oozed deep into Amina's private parts.

"Ohhhhh,"Amina sighed,"Soooooo good."

Waldheim climbed off her and zipped up his pants

"Over already ?"Amina asked as she stared drunkenly at him.

"I can get mortal,"he offered.

"Please,"Amina said drunkenly.

Walt Miller was future. Amina smiled as he shoved his kernel in her bruised and bleeding fuck yap. She was far too inebriate to care.

She never realised Schultz and Grosjean two of the guards had fucked her after Walt finished until she saw the video on PornoTuba Italia later.

She wondered why her ass distress, but seeing herself on the video sitting on Schutz's lap with his rooster up her ass while Grosjean fucked her cunt sort of explain things.

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Amina woke with a hangover. Her head was bursting. Her cunt and ass were on flak. Her wretched stretched snatch. She explored the damage, her fingers slipped inside, it felt decent, very nice. Soon she had three finger's breadth inside herself. Wanking. Her offset right jacking off. She wanted a peter and volley into split. She knew she had let everybody down. Her Parents. The Imman. Everyone. She had fucked for money she had become a whore.

Helga came to see her."From now you fuck for food, OK ?"

"Please no."Amina pleaded.

"Or wank trough you cum while individual watches,"Helga suggested.

"Oh,"Amina agreed.

"Not now."Helga advised.

Amina had not really realised she was wanking as she fingered her cunt.

"You are doing very well, soon you will be an English hussy,"Helga advised,"shuffle us lots of money with your hot tight screwing pickle and tight John Brown ass."

"Am I going to England ?"Amina asked.

"Of course,"Helga replied,"The boy are there already."

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supplement

Jenny Bradstock bought Abdul's left bullock block off a stalling in capital of Tunisia and Lily Cartwright bought the other. Heather Ramprakash bought a Pastie with nearly of Abdul's kidneys from a corner shop class in Bradford, while Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela and Barma, Ted Oakhursts pet pigs ate the boastful part of his gut which went for pig food. His cock skin was a good match for Tanya who is now Tony, so it is not fair to say Abdul's life was wasted .