The big articulated hand truck drove slowly through the big arched gateway. The number one wood carefully kept the wheels away from the railroad track tracks as he drove into the old wartime transit camp.

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

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

Frightened mazed Arab faces, wear down and hungry after the long journeying along Autobahn and Autoroute. Confused by the language and uniforms. They had expected to arrive in England.

One by one the Cy Young men and women put their hands up. They jumped down off the high platform. The cleaning woman in all envelop dark 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 vehicle."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 time slot in the front of her all enfold black robe.

"And paid very well give thanks you,"the driver laughed. The sentry go smiled broadly at the joke.

They stood blinking in the sunlight, looking for a way to escape. They peered at the Triple rows of 2 meter high operate fence topped with barbed wire which surrounded the chemical compound. grandiloquent watch towers with herculean search lights stood at each corner and a foresighted row of wooden army hut stood a little way inside the wire. One expectant hut orotund than the ease sported a marvelous brick chimney.

Heinrich Waldheim strode across the tarmacadam clipboard in his hand. He looked faintly ridiculous in his Germanic language courting with Homberg hat as he stood by the motortruck."rightfulness, two stock, men to the left charwoman to the right,"he shouted."Have your papers ready and we shall take you processed as soon as we can."He pointed to the business office doors marked with male and female symbols.

Abdul looked at his booster, “"What does he stand for processed ?"he asked.

"What does he signify theme ?"Mustafa replied with a shrug

"What you mean processed ?"Abdul demanded.

"We check your details 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 chimney !"Abdul asked pointing to the tall smoke chimney towering over one of the huts.

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

There were only three adult female, Waldheim looked at the shapeless Negroid robe and imagined the nubile pale Virgin within, he also remembered the bearded Arab they found dressed as a cleaning woman the former week, he smiled to himself, the guy wouldn't try that again.

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

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

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

"The Doctor will see you in a moment but initiatory we must crack your height and weigh you and then you must take a shower,"Herr Lindermann instructed,"pedestal here please, '' he said indicating the exfoliation, and then as he wrote the weight and estimated the height he announced"Shower room 4 is free."

Abdul went in, there was a ringlet on the door, stick for wearing apparel and a shower cubicle. He checked the urine, it was warm. He felt dirty. He undressed. He stepped into the shower. He pulled the room access closed. He did wonder for an instant why the door was so upstanding, why it had a rubber seal but it never occurred to him that it was in fact soundproof. He was too concerned with taking a cascade which he certainly needed after his prospicient journey in the truck.

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

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

The auto was fully automated, two interlocking one metre diameter one meter across-the-board gear wheels pulled his body down crushing his feet and turn down ramification, then a horizontal leaf blade came across to break up his head and drive his consistency over. It then paused while the water and shit drained away before restarting to crush the rest of the body. Smaller power train roulette wheel then crushed the off-white and form 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 world stopped at 21.36:20, we don't know what his last thoughts were, but his foreland landed in the school principal crusher at that exact sentence and the car split his skull precisely along the centreline to extract his mind intact.

Two bored technicians Edmund Schultz and Kurt Ratchenheim watched porn and occasionally checked a varan 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 trunk lying sideways, its musculus relaxed and waste material drained away channelled into a come apart bedroom away from the physical body line of descent and bone.

The process continued, powerful water supply green washed the dissipation away and the gears started again, crushing his upper thighs and as it approached his hips a razor sharp steel swung out between his legs, impacting behind he root of his pecker and removing his shaft and orb before swinging away again allowing his genitals to drop into a refrigerated chamber for future use.

Abdul was long suddenly. His soul wandered aimlessly around Hell trying to find somewhere to cool down. He tried to get into Christian heaven but St tool told him to hop it as he wasn't Christian, and couldn't get in Muslim promised land as his capitulum and trunk weren't buried together and anyway the only when virgins they had were 90 year old nun buoy so he was pretty much stuffed

"Nearly a trolley full phase of the moon,"Schultz observed,"Your turn I think."

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

Kurt pulled on his voguish putting green overalls with"Denzil Penwithers Kornisch Pastise Werke Koln."emblazoned on the backbone and started to dilute the 1 kg trays of human pie filling into the refrigerate trolley car. He closed the doors tightly and waving to Edmund he set off on the short pass along the tunnel to the pie factory.

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

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

Amina locked the shower bath room door behind her. She undressed and hung her gown and underwear on the peg provided and then stepped into the carrel. She turned the tap and affectionate urine cascaded over her.

Helga watched Amina on the monitor, she liked what she saw, overnice pear shaped tits, decent duration dark hair's-breadth, not too ugly, she stepped into the shower elbow room, the lock was simply a dummy, and scooped up Amina's clothes.

Amina was oblivious to this as the cubicle rampart were opaque she did not realise anything was wrong until she tried to unfold the door.

"Hey !"she shouted.

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

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

"Burned,"Helga said apologetically,"Fill of lice, disgusting. Now please your fuck jam, your pussy. 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 complete cleaning woman !"

"Oh lamb, and I had a lovely flatbed for you in Jack London,"she sighed.

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

"Oh yes, a nice savorless where gentlemen can get and bed you. It is in Lewisham,"Helga explained."You do a workweek breeding in Amsterdam on the streets and then we take you to London."

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

"Oh yes,"Helga explained, I know a very good charge card sawbones who can sort out your fuck rim. 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 hole first, then we take you to see your friends."Helga suggested.

Amina sat down and bashfully let Helga ease her thighs apart."Oh beloved,"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 long time earlier and made even a gentle jacking off painful, though, luckily Amina's button was still intact.

"Relax liebchen,"Helga cooed and she tenderly kissed Amina's cheek. She caressed Amina's left boob. Sucked her left nipple and kissed her face again. Slowly Amina's pussy moistened and Helga eased her index finger between Amina's piece of ass lips.

Amina winced in pain, but Helga kept her finger inside her, probing easing further into Amina's tight virgin nooky hole. Helga smiled and took a long lose weight 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 aid. 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 times its size, stretching her pussy like she had a big Buck negro's cock mystifying inside her. She wailed and passed out.

Amina woke. Her cunt was on fire. An agonising intense ache. 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 electric cell perhaps.

There was a bed and a chair, nothing else. She was completely naked except for a wrist banding. It was warm. Her slit was filled by a huge dildo. She tried to deplume it out but it was bigger inside her than where it went through her cunt mouth. 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 pleasure sent tremor 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 do it even harder.

She looked down, the moisture was red. She was bleeding. Her poor misrepresented cunt lip had split. She wanted to stop but something compelled her to go on 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 jam,"Helga opined as she walked in,"I think you are now very nearly a woman."

Amina's cunt lips were bleeding. Her cunt was bleeding but she felt beneficial. Too honest, Guiltily good.

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

Abdul was already well on the way to England, he was function of a plenty of Halal Pasties being sent to William Bradford and was being heated in the ovens. other parts of him were being used for pig food for thought and fertiliser. His cock was piece of a batch destined for a gender reassignment clinic in capital of The Netherlands and his ball were part of a batch being sent to Tunisia. Tourists were told the Beduin liked to give birth homo balls on a string around their neck opening, but in fact it was the tourists who bought them for $ 20 plus local taxis as souvenir !

Helga handed Amina a xanthous 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 lineage dripped down her leg.

"Of course you are a whore,"Helga snapped,"Why you wanked until you bled. Do not interest you will give birth plenty of stopcock soon enough."

"I will not wear it !"Amina insisted.

"Then go nude !"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 tits flopped out.

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

"Get out !"Amina screamed.

"Delightful boob my dear,"he complimented her."Smaller than your acquaintance but very pretty.

"Out !"she wailed.

"Would you like to eat ?"he asked.

"Just a fiddling fucking and you can have 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 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 !"Kurt Waldheim agreed.

"harbor'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 bottle of white Burgundy and they sat in the office waiting for the TV to start on the big screen.

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

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

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

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

An volatile undershirt, a young Arab slips it on. He walks up and down. He puts his crown and shirt over it."Don't look so guilty,"he is told.

"Walk about outside."

The young 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 tormenter. A man in Army tiredness, with respective Sir Thomas More similarly dressed men. He stared uncomprehending.

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

Abdul felt the pain briefly before everything went black.

"lotto !"Sgt ‘ Pongo'pinko laughed as a puff of blue smoke erupted around Abdul's waist. His jacket flew open scattering facing and flesh and bit of explosive belted ammunition over a fifty yard radius. His legs stood still or several moment. His his head teacher and shoulder joint were thrown several metrical unit skywards. Everything from his upper thighs to his axillary fossa was blown sideways over the L G radius. Finally his headland and part of his spine 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 style,"Pongo laughed."committedness ?"he asked

Three 10s were displayed."Fucking idiot !"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 idiot !"

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 lump of flesh. Two soldiers were taking it in turns tossing Abdul's foreland through a hoops hoop.

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

There was a muffled scissure as the five British pound sterling of semtex hidden up his ass exploded blowing his torso to twice its common size before his tee shirt jeans and shin split. Blood and doodly-squat and bone blasted upwards and outwards scaring the fox away. The head rolled maybe twenty dollar bill chiliad. 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 rush hour on the Zebra crossing. A mute crack, a pull of smoke and his eubstance in two share, the legs on the contraband and white marker. His header and shoulder 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 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 header missing.

"Is goot ja ?"mortal commented

"Only if YouTube show it."

"Could go Viral."

"Cunts in a line is following, twelve fuckers going up in successiveness,"Miller announced.

XII suicide bombers, volatile vested with extra semtex up their asses walk across City of Westminster bridge towards fantan. The traffic stops. A police force car rolls slowly towards them."Put your hands up,"echoes from the speaker."We know you are ISIL assistant, give yourselves up."

Hands rose and as one the first and shoemaker's last in logical argument exploded. Then another and another.

Heads and berm 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. Biological courting. A refuse motortruck stopped. eubstance parts thrown in, everything except the point which were put in bin lining and thrown in the spinal column of the Transit. 2.08 a Fire truck moved in, hosing the span with its water cannon. 2.15 normality returned.

A brigadier general appeared on screen."I'm not a tangible brigadier,"he said,"But I did play Colonel Melchett in a display at the Appollo, Ealing Great White Way. What you have just seen is various very stunned young men being blown up safely. They wanted to die for ISIL so we obliged. They did not realise their explosive vests were wireless controlled, but if they had any brains they wouldn't have wanted to die, would they ?"

"The vest come in various versions, the ‘ Greater London'requires three different roving earphone calls within five arcminute, two to arm, and one to discharge. The ‘ Clearing'simply uses a radio receiver ascendancy decoder from a simulation aircraft."

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

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

"I fuck, OK ?"she shouted.

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

"I get a swallow,"he agreed.

Amina gulped the liquid greedily, unaware it was 25 % Vodka. Her creative thinker swam pleasantly. She barely noticed Kurt lifting her onto the bed. She had a brief pain as his short fat cock slid into her pussy but she was past tense caring.

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

It felt skillful, a warm cock pulse. A undulation of tender cum suddenly swam through his putz and exudate 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 someone,"he offered.

"Please,"Amina said drunkenly.

Walt Miller was succeeding. Amina smiled as he shoved his essence in her bruised and bleeding fuck hole. She was far too drunk 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 hurt, but seeing herself on the TV sitting on Schutz's lap with his cock up her ass while Grosjean fucked her cunt sort of explicate things.

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Amina woke with a hangover. Her chief was bursting. Her snatch and ass were on fire. Her poor stretched cunt. She explored the wrong, her fingers slipped inside, it felt prissy, very nice. Soon she had three fingers inside herself. Wanking. Her first proper jacking off. She wanted a cock and burst 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 solid food, OK ?"

"Please no."Amina pleaded.

"Or wank till you cum while someone watches,"Helga suggested.

"Oh,"Amina agreed.

"Not now."Helga advised.

Amina had not really take in 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 blotto screw trap and slopped brownness ass."

"Am I going to England ?"Amina asked.

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

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addendum

Jenny Bradstock bought Abdul's left bollock off a stall in Tunis and Lily cartwright bought the other. Heather Ramprakash bought a Pastie with most of Abdul's kidneys from a turning point shop in William Bradford, while Mandela and Barma, Ted Oakhursts pet grunter ate the biggest parting of his intestines which went for pig food. His cock hide was a ripe lucifer for Tanya who is now Tony, so it is not fair to say Abdul's life was wasted .