The big sound out truck drove slowly through the big arched gateway. The number one wood carefully kept the bike away from the railway tracks as he drove into the old wartime transit camp.

Two uniformed sentry go closed the big wooden logic gate behind it. The number one wood stopped and jumped down from the cab."Raus !"he shouted,"Everybody out !"He unlocked the rump door and swung them open..

Anxious faces peered out over the boxes in the cover of the semi."Out, Raus !"the uniform guards shouted as stood waiting rifles in hand.

Frightened jumble Arab faces, tired and hungry after the foresighted journeying along Autobahn and Autoroute. Confused by the language and uniforms. They had expected to arrive in England.

One by one the immature men and women put their hand up. They jumped down off the high chopine. The women in all enveloping black robes sat on the sharpness of the door and swung elegantly down, the men just jumped down onto the tarmac.

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

"But we paid to go for England !"a charwoman shouted her vocalism coming from a slot in the strawman of her all enveloping black robe.

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

They stood blinking in the sunlight, looking for a way to escape. They peered at the triple rowing of 2 metre high mesh fencing topped with barbed wire which surrounded the chemical compound. Tall watch towers with powerful hunting lights stood at each corner and a long row of wooden hut stood a small way inside the telegram. One enceinte hut expectant than the sleep sported a magniloquent brick chimney.

Heinrich Waldheim strode across the macadam clipboard in his hired hand. He looked faintly ridiculous in his Germanic courtship with Homberg hat as he stood by the truck."Right, two lines, men to the left women to the right wing,"he shouted."Have your document ready and we shall suffer you processed as soon as we can."He pointed to the authority doorway marked with male and female person symbols.

Abdul looked at his booster, “"What does he think of processed ?"he asked.

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

"What you mean processed ?"Abdul demanded.

"We check your item and see if you are suitable, it is a formality no more, we have almost no cull, relax my friend,"Waldheim assured him.

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

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

There were only three adult female, Kurt Waldheim looked at the shapeless black gown and imagined the nubile pale virgins within, he also remembered the bearded Arabian they found dressed as a woman the previous calendar week, he smiled to himself, the guy wouldn't try that again.

Abdul followed the directions, he clutched his haversack containing all his secular goods.

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

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

"The Doctor will see you in a second but first we must check your altitude and weigh you and then you must take a shower,"Herr Lindermann instructed,"Stand here please, '' he said indicating the scales, and then as he wrote the weight and estimated the height he announced"Shower room 4 is free."

Abdul went in, there was a lock on the door, oarlock for clothes and a shower cell. He checked the urine, it was quick. He felt dirty. He undressed. He stepped into the shower. He pulled the door closed. He did wonder for an wink why the door was so solid, why it had a rubber seal of approval but it never occurred to him that it was in fact soundproof. He was too concerned with taking a shower which he certainly needed after his tenacious journey in the truck.

Lindermann watched a Monitor, he saw Abdul step into the exhibitioner and as he closed the kiosk door, Lindermann flicked a switch.

Abdul's world disintegrated. The shower tray swung downwards and he dropped ten groundwork into duskiness. 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 ankle joint. He screamed again. He clutched for something to drag himself up with but there was nothing.

The machine was fully automated, two interlocking one metre diameter one m wide of the mark paraphernalia wheels pulled his body down crushing his foot and lower legs, then a horizontal leaf blade came across to discerp his headland and labor his body over. It then paused while the water and shit drained away before restarting to crush the remainder of the body. Smaller gear wheels then crushed the finger cymbals and flesh into paste and this passed along an augur to a machine which mixed the paste thoroughly and divided it into 1 kg portions.

Abdul's earth stopped at 21.36:20, we don't know what his finish thought process were, but his head landed in the head word crusher at that precise sentence and the auto split his skull precisely along the centreline to excerpt his brain intact.

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

The motorcar paused with the body lying sideways, its muscles relaxed and waste product drained away channelled into a separate chamber away from the flesh bloodline and bone.

The process continued, powerful water honey oil washed the waste away and the gears started again, crushing his upper thighs and as it approached his rosehip a razor abrupt sword swung out between his legs, impacting behind he root of his cock and removing his rooster and balls before swinging away again allowing his privates to drop into a refrigerated chamber for hereafter use.

Abdul was long drained. His somebody wandered aimlessly around Hell trying to witness somewhere to cool down. He tried to get into Christian Heaven but St pecker told him to hop it as he wasn't Christian, and couldn't get in Muslim Heaven as his pass and soundbox weren't buried together and anyway the merely virgins they had were 90 year old nuns so he was pretty much stuffed

"Nearly a trolley to the full,"Schultz observed,"Your round I think."

"Ja, I need to load my pegleg,"his colleague agreed and he went to load the trolley.

Kurt pulled on his smart green boilersuit with"Denzil Penwithers Kornisch Pastise Werke Koln."emblazoned on the back and started to load up the 1 kg trays of human being pie filling into the refrigerated trolley. He closed the door tightly and waving to Edmund he set off on the shortstop base on balls along the tunnel to the pie factory.

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

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

Amina locked the exhibitor way doorway behind her. She undressed and hung her robe and underwear on the peg provided and then stepped into the cubicle. She turned the tap and warm water cascaded over her.

Helga watched Amina on the monitor, she liked what she saw, nice pear tree shaped tit, decent length dark hair, not too ugly, she stepped into the cascade room, the whorl was simply a pinhead, and scooped up Amina's clothes.

Amina was unmindful to this as the cell paries were opaque she did not realise anything was wrong until she tried to open the door.

"Hey !"she shouted.

Helga let her out,"Now I examine you,"she said,"Sit down and point me your make love hole."

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

"Burned,"Helga said apologetically,"Fill of lice, disgusting. Now delight your have it away hole, your cunt. show up 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 pure char !"

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

"In Greater London, a flat and a job ?"Amina asked.

"Oh yes, a nice flat where gentlemen can come and fuck you. It is in Lewisham,"Helga explained."You do a week training in capital of The Netherlands on the streets and then we take you to London."

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

"Oh yes,"Helga explained, I know a very unspoilt plastic operating surgeon who can sort your fuck 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 bashfully let Helga relieve her thigh apart."Oh dear,"Helga sighed as she saw Amina's poor damaged slit."This is going to hurt."

Helga ran her finger along Amina'disfigured puss lips. 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 cheek. She caressed Amina's left breast. Sucked her left nipple and kissed her brass again. Slowly Amina's cunt moistened and Helga eased her index fingerbreadth between Amina's fuck lips.

Amina winced in pain, but Helga kept her finger inside her, probing easing further into Amina's tight virgin fuck gob. Helga smiled and took a long thin out dildo, not a great deal thicker than a fountain pen from her pocket and slipping her finger out she slipped it inside Amina's cunt.

Amina cried, maybe it ripped her hymen. Helga didn't care. The dildo had a valve on the end. Helga had a gas cylinder attached already, a tiny piston chamber pressed to 20 bar. She twisted the piston chamber and Amina screamed as the dildo expanded to four times its sizing, stretching her slit like she had a big dollar bill negro's cock recondite inside her. She wailed and passed out.

Amina woke. Her cunt was on fire. An agonising intense aching. She had never experienced anything like it before, and never wanted to again. She looked around. She was lying on the floor in a small room, a cell perhaps.

There was a bed and a chair, nothing else. She was completely naked except for a wrist band. It was lovesome. Her cunt was filled by a immense dildo. She tried to pull it out but it was bigger inside her than where it went through her cunt lips. She remembered how Helga had inflated it.

Amina looked for her clothes. 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 wave of pleasure sent shudder 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 have intercourse even harder.

She looked down, the moisture was red. She was bleeding. Her poor perverted cunt lip had split. She wanted to stop but something compelled her to proceed humping. Suddenly she heard her own voice shouting"Yes ! '' Glorious waved of relief and release swept over her.

"Ohhhhh,"she shuddered and Helga walked in.

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

Amina's pussy backtalk were bleeding. Her cunt was bleeding but she felt right. Too safe, Guiltily good.

"My friend will soon have 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. Other share of him were being used for pig food and plant food. His cock was part of a batch destined for a gender reassignment clinic in Amsterdam and his formal were part of a sight being sent to Republic of Tunisia. tourer were told the Beduin liked to have human balls on a chain around their necks, but in fact it was the tourists who bought them for $ 20 plus local anesthetic taxation as relic !

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

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

"Of course you are a tart,"Helga snapped,"Why you wanked until you bled. Do not care you will hold plenty of peter 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 moment of devilment she put it on backwards so her breast flopped out.

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

"Get out !"Amina screamed.

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

"Out !"she wailed.

"Would you like to eat ?"he asked.

"Just a petty screwing and you can accept a cover girl 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 video ?"Walt asked.

"Ja, why not !"Waldheim agreed.

"Haven'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 pack of Budweiser, Kurt Waldheim Carlsberg, Anton DuBois a bottleful of white Burgundy and they sat in the office waiting for the picture to start on the big screen.

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

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

One shook his brain,"I wish to know to campaign,"he said so they rejected him.

Eight young Arab men passed the interview. The scene changed, a woodland clearing. A wooden hut. Men with shot guns.

An explosive vest, a youth Arabian slips it on. He walks up and down. He puts his jacket and shirt over it."Don't looking at so guilty,"he is told.

"Walk about outside."

The young man walks up the timber itinerary,"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 various more similarly dressed men. He stared uncomprehending.

A man with a shaver's wireless control sent a bidding to Abdul's explosive vest.

Abdul felt the bother briefly before everything went black.

"Bingo !"Sgt ‘ Pongo'Pink laughed as a puff of gamy weed erupted around Abdul's waistline. His crown flew afford scattering lining and flesh and turn of explosive bash over a 50 railway yard radius. His leg stood still or respective mo. His his head and shoulder were thrown several feet skywards. Everything from his upper berth thighs to his armpit was blown sideways over the l grounds wheel spoke. Finally his head and part of his rachis landed.

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

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

Three 10s were displayed."Fucking retard !"Pongo laughed."Let the dogs out someone."

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

"More like a six than a nine,"Miller laughed."What an retard !"

The camera cut away and returned as night fell. A red fox was gnawing on a human leg osseous tissue while a Rotweiller was eating a lubber of form. 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 muted cleft as the five pounds of semtex hidden up his ass exploded blowing his consistence to twice its common sizing before his tee shirt blue jean and skin Split. Blood and shit and pearl blasted upwards and outwards scaring the fox away. The head rolled maybe twenty cubic yard. The Rotweiller just looked bored.

The picture continued. Six More men were blown up in the clarification. One blew himself up outside Bradford railway station, during the look sharp hour on the Zebra crossing. A stifle crack, a puff of roll of tobacco and his soundbox in two parts, the legs on the black and white markings. His point and shoulders on the bonnet of a Skoda Favorit. The camera panned to a 'Woman'in an all enveloping robe 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 ancestry is next, twelve fuckers going up in chronological succession,"Henry Valentine Miller announced.

Twelve suicide bombers, explosive vested with extra semtex up their asses walk across Westminster bridge towards fantan. The traffic stops. A police car rolls slowly towards them."Put your paw up,"echoes from the loudspeaker system."We know you are ISIL athletic supporter, give yourselves up."

Hands rose and as one the start and last in phone line exploded. Then another and another.

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

Big Ben showed 2.05. A Transit van stopped. A squad of men emerged. biologic suits. A resist hand truck stopped. soundbox parts thrown in, everything except the heads which were put in bin line drive and thrown in the back of the Transit. 2.08 a Fire hand truck moved in, hosing the bridge circuit with its water carom. 2.15 normality returned.

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

"The vest come in several versions, the ‘ London'requires three dissimilar mobile phone yell within five minutes, two to arm, and one to fire. The ‘ Clearing'simply uses a radio ascendancy decipherer from a simulation aircraft."

"Is undecomposed ja ?"someone shouted changing the mood.

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Amina's resolve failed much sooner than she expected. Two days. Her throat was dry like the Gobi Desert desert."Ok !"she shouted,"You win."No one came.

"I fuck, OK ?"she shouted.

Heinrich Kurt Waldheim opened her cell door. Amina faced him, her frock reversed. Her tits hanging out."I fuck, I must drink,"she announced.

"I get a drink,"he agreed.

Amina gulped the liquid greedily, incognizant it was 25 % Vodka. Her mind swam pleasantly. She barely noticed Kurt lifting her onto the bed. She had a brief hurting as his light fat cock slid into her bitch but she was by caring.

"Now you are side girl, fucked when inebriate,"Kurt Waldheim announced as he fucked her.

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

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

Waldheim climbed off her and zipped up his trouser

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

"I can get someone,"he offered.

"Please,"Amina said drunkenly.

Walt miller was next. Amina smiled as he shoved his meat in her contuse and bleeding fuck hole. 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 telecasting on PornoTuba Italia later.

She wondered why her ass damage, but seeing herself on the television sitting on Schutz's lap with his cock up her ass while Grosjean fucked her cunt form of explained things.

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Amina woke with a hangover. Her head was bursting. Her cunt and ass were on blast. Her misfortunate load cunt. She explored the damage, her fingers slipped inside, it felt nice, very prissy. Soon she had three digit inside herself. Wanking. Her first proper wank. She wanted a cock and burst into weeping. 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 hand job cashbox you cum while soul sentinel,"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 slovenly woman,"Helga advised,"make us lots of money with your hot blind drunk fuck hole and blind drunk brown ass."

"Am I going to England ?"Amina asked.

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

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Postscript

William Le Baron Jenny Bradstock bought Abdul's left bollock off a stall in Tunis and Lily Cartwright bought the other. Heather Ramprakash bought a Pastie with to the highest degree of Abdul's kidneys from a corner shop in Bradford, while Mandela and Barma, Ted Oakhursts pet bull ate the vainglorious part of his bowel 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 .