The big articulated motortruck drove slowly through the big arched gateway. The driver carefully kept the bicycle away from the railway line rails as he drove into the old wartime transportation camp.

Two uniformed guards closed the big wooden gates behind it. The driver stopped and jumped down from the cab."Raus !"he shouted,"Everybody out !"He unlocked the erect doorway and sweep them open..

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

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

One by one the young men and cleaning lady put their deal up. They jumped down off the mellow weapons platform. The women in all enfold black robes sat on the border of the room access and swung elegantly down, the men just jumped down onto the tarmac.

"We have arrived,"the number one wood 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 adult female shouted her vocalism coming from a slot in the front of her all envelop grim robe.

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

They stood blinking in the sunlight, looking for a way to run. They peered at the trio dustup of 2 metre high gear lock fencing material topped with barbed telegram which surrounded the chemical compound. improbable watch towers with powerful search twinkle stood at each corner and a long row of wooden huts stood a footling way inside the telegram. One large hut gravid than the rest sported a marvelous brick chimney.

Heinrich Waldheim strode across the tarmac clipboard in his deal. He looked faintly ridiculous in his Germanic suit of clothes with Homberg hat as he stood by the truck."Right, two line of work, men to the forget cleaning lady to the right,"he shouted."Have your newspaper cook and we shall have you processed as soon as we can."He pointed to the office room access marked with Male and female symbols.

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

"What does he have in mind written document ?"Mustafa replied with a shrug

"What you mean processed ?"Abdul demanded.

"We check your inside information and see if you are suitable, it is a formality no more, we have almost no rejects, slacken my protagonist,"Waldheim assured him.

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

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

There were only three women, Waldheim looked at the formless black robe and imagined the nubile picket virgins within, he also remembered the bearded Arabian they found dressed as a woman the previous week, he smiled to himself, the guy wouldn't try that again.

Abdul followed the way, he clutched his backpack containing all his worldly goods.

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

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

"The Doctor will see you in a moment but first we must retard your height and weigh you and then you must lease a shower,"Herr Lindermann instructed,"Stand here please, '' he said indicating the scurf, and then as he wrote the weightiness and estimated the height he announced"Shower way 4 is free."

Abdul went in, there was a curl on the door, pegleg for clothes and a shower cubicle. He checked the water, it was warm. He felt dirty. He undressed. He stepped into the exhibitioner. He pulled the room access closed. He did marvel for an instant why the room access was so solid state, why it had a rubber seal but it never occurred to him that it was in fact soundproof. He was too relate with taking a exhibitor which he certainly needed after his long journey in the truck.

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

Abdul's world disintegrated. The rain shower tray swung downwards and he dropped ten invertebrate foot into swarthiness. Something was moving, squashing his ft as it revolved. He screamed but no one heard him in the soundproofed scape. He was slipping down. Something crushed his ankles. He screamed again. He clutched for something to drag himself up with but there was nothing.

The automobile was fully automated, two interlocking one time diameter one time wide gear roulette wheel pulled his torso down crushing his groundwork and lower legs, then a horizontal blade came across to sever his drumhead and push his body over. It then paused while the piss and son of a bitch drained away before restarting to squelch the sleep of the consistence. Smaller gear mechanism wheels then crushed the pearl and flesh into library paste and this passed along an augur to a auto 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 survive thoughts were, but his head landed in the head crusher at that accurate metre and the machine split his skull precisely along the centreline to extract his wit intact.

Two bored technicians Edmund Schultz and Kurt Ratchenheim watched porn 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 read them.

The simple machine paused with the soundbox lying sideways, its sinew relaxed and waste drained away channelled into a separate chamber away from the soma line and bone.

The process continued, potent water system jet-propelled plane washed the wastefulness away and the gears started again, crushing his pep pill thigh and as it approached his hips a razor sharp blade swung out between his legs, impacting behind he root of his cock and removing his putz and balls before swinging away again allowing his genitals to put down into a refrigerated chamber for future use.

Abdul was hanker dead. His soul wandered aimlessly around hell trying to ascertain somewhere to cool down. He tried to get into Christian Eden but St Saint Peter the Apostle told him to hop it as he wasn't Christian, and couldn't get in Muslim Shangri-la as his header and consistence weren't buried together and anyway the only virgins they had were 90 twelvemonth old nun so he was pretty much stuffed

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

"Ja, I need to stretch my stage,"his fellow agreed and he went to stretch the trolley.

Kurt pulled on his smart green boilers suit with"Denzil Penwithers Kornisch Pastise Werke Koln."emblazoned on the rear and started to load up the 1 kg trays of homo pie filling into the refrigerate trolley. He closed the threshold tightly and waving to Edmund he set off on the short walk along the burrow to the pie factory.

For the women it was different, out of obedience a Lady doctor examined them, if they were fit they went to the dame shower way, if they were old and ugly they joined the men in the pie filling machine.

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

Amina locked the cascade way door behind her. She undressed and hung her gown and underclothing on the peg provided and then stepped into the cell. She turned the tap and warm water cascaded over her.

Helga watched Amina on the monitoring device, she liked what she saw, decent pear shaped tits, decently length dark hair, not too ugly, she stepped into the shower room, the lock was simply a dummy, and scooped up Amina's clothes.

Amina was oblivious to this as the cubicle walls were opaque she did not realise anything was damage 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 bang hole."

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

"Burned,"Helga said apologetically,"Fill of dirt ball, disgusting. Now please your fuck hole, your slit. establish me, has it been cut ?"

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

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

"No !"Amina protested,"I am pure womanhood !"

"Oh dear, and I had a lovely level for you in London,"she sighed.

"In capital of the United Kingdom, a matt and a job ?"Amina asked.

"Oh yes, a nice monotonic where gentleman can come and fuck you. It is in Lewisham,"Helga explained."You do a week preparation in Amsterdam on the streets and then we take you to London."

"As a sporting lady,"Amina queried."You expect me to make as a whore ?"

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

"Where are the others ?"Amina asked.

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

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

Helga ran her finger along Amina'disfigured cunt 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 button was still intact.

"Relax liebchen,"Helga cooed and she tenderly kissed Amina's impudence. She caressed Amina's left breast. Sucked her left nipple and kissed her cheek again. Slowly Amina's cunt moistened and Helga eased her index finger between Amina's fuck lips.

Amina winced in painfulness, but Helga kept her finger inside her, probing easing further into Amina's squiffy virgin fuck hollow. Helga smiled and took a long thin dildo, not very much thicker than a natural spring 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 care. The dildo had a valve on the end. Helga had a gas piston chamber attached already, a bantam piston chamber pressed to 20 bar. She twisted the cylinder and Amina screamed as the dildo expanded to four clip its sizing, stretching her cunt like she had a big vaulting horse negro's stopcock deep 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-scale room, a cell perhaps.

There was a bed and a professorship, nothing else. She was completely bare except for a wrist band. It was warm. Her snatch was filled by a huge dildo. She tried to get out it out but it was freehanded inside her than where it went through her cunt lips. 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 Wave of pleasance sent shiver through her. She forgot the torment. She gently humped up and down on the dildo. Her cunt was so wet. ‘ God forgive me'she thought as she started to be intimate even harder.

She looked down, the moisture was red. She was bleeding. Her poor ill-shapen cunt lip had split. She wanted to block off but something compelled her to continue humping. Suddenly she heard her own spokesperson shouting"Yes ! '' Glorious waved of backup 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 bitch rim were bleeding. Her cunt was bleeding but she felt near. Too practiced, Guiltily good.

"My friend will soon consume 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. early parts of him were being used for pig food and plant food. His stopcock was voice of a batch destined for a gender reassignment clinic in capital of The Netherlands and his orchis were part of a batch being sent to Republic of Tunisia. Tourists were told the Beduin liked to have human being testis on a string around their necks, but in fact it was the tourists who bought them for $ 20 plus local taxes as relic !

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

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

"Of class you are a whore,"Helga snapped,"Why you wanked until you bled. Do not worry you will have great deal of cock soon enough."

"I will not wear it !"Amina insisted.

"Then go raw !"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 boob flopped out.

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

"Get out !"Amina screamed.

"Delightful tits my lamb,"he complimented her."Smaller than your Friend but very pretty.

"Out !"she wailed.

"Would you like to eat ?"he asked.

"Just a trivial screwing and you can take in a pin-up 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 Kurt Waldheim sadly walked away but cheered up when he met Walter Glenn 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 determine it tonight ?"

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Walt had a six pack of Budweiser, Kurt Waldheim Carlsberg, Anton DuBois a bottleful of Chablis and they sat in the office waiting for the video recording to start on the big screen.

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

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

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

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

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

"Walk about outside."

The young man walks up the timberland track,"Oi Paki !"someone shouts.

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

He sees his teaser. A man in regular army fatigues, with various More similarly dressed men. He stared uncomprehending.

A man with a tiddler's radio control sent a mastery to Abdul's volatile vest.

Abdul felt the pain briefly before everything went black.

"lotto !"Sgt ‘ Pongo'Pink laughed as a pouf of spicy smoking erupted around Abdul's waist. His jacket flew open scattering lining and shape and bite of explosive belt over a fifty G radius. His legs stood still or several sec. His his head and shoulders were thrown several animal foot skywards. Everything from his speed second joint to his axillary fossa was blown sideways over the fifty yard radius. Finally his head and part of his spine landed.

A soldier held up a issue. 5 and another held two 5.5 while a one-third agreed with 5.

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

Three 10s were displayed."Fucking imbecile !"Pongo laughed."Let the firedog out someone."

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

"Sir Thomas More like a six than a nine,"Alton Glenn Miller 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 brain through a basketball hoop.

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

There was a muffled go as the five British pound of semtex hidden up his ass exploded blowing his body to twice its usual size before his tee shirt denim and skin rent. line of descent and shit and pearl blasted upwards and outwards scaring the fox away. The principal rolled maybe twenty 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 post, during the Rush hour on the Zebra crossing. A muffled crack, a puff of grass and his body in two parts, the legs on the black and E. B. White markings. His brain and shoulders on the bonnet of a Skoda Favorit. The camera panned to a 'Woman'in an all enveloping robe giving a pollex up while holding a mobile phone.

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 point missing.

"Is goot ja ?"mortal commented

"Only if YouTube show it."

"Could go Viral."

"Cunts in a job is next, xii fuckers going up in succession,"moth miller announced.

12 suicide bombers, explosive vested with extra semtex up their asses walk across Westminster bridge towards parliament. The traffic stops. A police car rolls slowly towards them."Put your hired hand up,"echoes from the loudspeaker."We know you are ISIL booster, give yourselves up."

Hands rose and as one the first and last in seam exploded. Then another and another.

chief and berm flying skywards. animal foot and legs standing for a few seconds. tone of unadulterated incredulity from the men as their Friend exploded.

Big Ben showed 2.05. A transportation system van stopped. A squad of men emerged. biological lawsuit. A refuse motortruck stopped. Body percentage thrown in, everything except the question which were put in bin liners and thrown in the back of the passage. 2.08 a Fire truck moved in, hosing the span with its water cannon. 2.15 normalcy returned.

A brigadier general appeared on cover."I'm not a real Brigadier,"he said,"But I did playact Colonel Melchett in a appearance at the Appollo, Ealing Broadway. What you have just seen is several very poor fish young men being blown up safely. They wanted to die for ISIL so we obliged. They did not realise their explosive vests were receiving set controlled, but if they had any mastermind they wouldn't have wanted to die, would they ?"

"The vest come in respective interlingual rendition, the ‘ Jack London'requires three different mobile phone cry within five minutes, two to arm, and one to terminate. The ‘ glade'simply uses a wireless command decoder from a mannequin aircraft."

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

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

"I fuck, OK ?"she shouted.

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

"I get a potable,"he agreed.

Amina gulped the melted greedily, incognizant it was 25 % Vodka. Her judgement swam pleasantly. She barely noticed Kurt lifting her onto the bed. She had a brief pain as his dead fat cock slid into her cunt but she was past caring.

"Now you are English lady friend, fucked when wino,"Kurt Waldheim announced as he fucked her.

It felt honest, a warm prick pulsing. A wave of warm cum suddenly swam through his cock and oozed trench into Amina's secret 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 someone,"he offered.

"Please,"Amina said drunkenly.

Walt Arthur Miller was adjacent. Amina smiled as he shoved his meat in her bruised and bleeding roll in the hay hollow. She was far too tope to care.

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

She wondered why her ass suffering, but seeing herself on the TV sitting on Schutz's lap with his cock up her ass while Grosjean fucked her twat sort of explained things.

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Amina woke with a katzenjammer. Her headland was bursting. Her cunt and ass were on fire. Her poor adulterate cunt. She explored the damage, her finger's breadth slipped inside, it felt Nice, very nice. Soon she had three fingers inside herself. Wanking. Her outset proper jerking off. She wanted a cock and fit into tears. 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 jacking off trough you cum while someone lookout,"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 mess of money with your hot tight fuck maw and tight brown ass."

"Am I going to England ?"Amina asked.

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

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supplement

Jenny Bradstock bought Abdul's left ball off a stall in Tunis and Lily Edmund Cartwright bought the other. Heather Ramprakash bought a Pastie with most of Abdul's kidneys from a box workshop in Bradford, while Nelson Mandela and Barma, Ted Oakhursts pet cop ate the self-aggrandising function of his intestines which went for pig nutrient. His cock cutis was a good match for Tanya who is now Tony, so it is not fair to say Abdul's life was wasted .