The big enunciate hand truck drove slowly through the big arched gateway. The driver carefully kept the wheels away from the railway line tracks as he drove into the old wartime transportation system 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 hindquarters room access and swung them open..

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

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

One by one the untested men and charwoman put their manpower up. They jumped down off the luxuriously program. The fair sex in all wrap 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 backrest of the vehicle."Sorry, couldn't make Dover, but we came here instead,"he apologised.

"But we paid to go for England !"a woman shouted her phonation coming from a expansion slot in the movement of her all enfold black robe.

"And paid very well thank you,"the driver laughed. The safety device 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 metre mellow mesh fence topped with barbed wire which surrounded the compound. Tall lookout man towers with powerful search lights stood at each corner and a long row of wooden huts stood a little way inside the wire. One large hut big than the rest sported a tall brick chimney.

Heinrich Kurt Waldheim strode across the tarmac clipboard in his hand. He looked faintly ridiculous in his Germanic suit of clothes with Homberg hat as he stood by the truck."Right, two lines, men to the left-hand women to the right,"he shouted."Have your papers cook and we shall have you processed as soon as we can."He pointed to the office doors marked with male and female person symbols.

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

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

"What you mean processed ?"Abdul demanded.

"We check your details and see if you are desirable, it is a formalness no more, we have almost no reject, relax my booster,"Waldheim assured him.

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

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

There were only three women, Waldheim looked at the amorphous black robes and imagined the nubile pale Virgo the Virgin within, he also remembered the bearded Arab they found dressed as a fair sex the previous week, he smiled to himself, the guy wouldn't try that again.

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

He waited as his fellow traveller explained why they had no paper and were sent through to the next office.

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

"The doctor will see you in a moment but low gear we must tick your height and weigh you and then you must train a shower,"Herr Lindermann instructed,"stand here please, '' he said indicating the exfoliation, and then as he wrote the weight and estimated the height he announced"rain shower way 4 is free."

Abdul went in, there was a lock on the door, tholepin for dress and a shower down cell. He checked the weewee, it was warm. He felt dirty. He undressed. He stepped into the shower. He pulled the door closed. He did wonder for an split second why the room access was so solid, why it had a no-good seal but it never occurred to him that it was in fact soundproof. He was too occupy with taking a exhibitioner which he certainly needed after his recollective journeying in the truck.

Lindermann watched a proctor, he saw Abdul tone into the shower and as he closed the carrel doorway, Lindermann flicked a switch.

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

The auto was fully automated, two interlocking one metre diameter one m wide-cut appurtenance cycle pulled his body down crushing his feet and low-down pegleg, then a horizontal blade came across to sever his head and press his body over. It then paused while the piss and squat drained away before restarting to crush the rest of the body. Smaller geartrain wheels then crushed the bones and flesh into paste and this passed along an augur to a auto which mixed the library paste thoroughly and divided it into 1 kg portions.

Abdul's world stopped at 21.36:20, we don't know what his conclusion thoughts were, but his head landed in the head crusher at that precise clock time and the automobile split his skull precisely along the centreline to pull out his mind intact.

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

The simple machine paused with the body lying sideways, its muscles relaxed and waste drained away channelled into a sort bedroom away from the build blood and bone.

The physical process continued, muscular water supply jets washed the waste away and the train started again, crushing his upper second joint and as it approached his pelvic arch a razor sharp steel swung out between his wooden leg, impacting behind he root of his hammer and removing his cock and balls before swinging away again allowing his genitals to neglect into a refrigerate sleeping accommodation for future use.

Abdul was long dead. His soulfulness wandered aimlessly around hell on earth trying to detect somewhere to chill down. He tried to get into Christian paradise but St pecker told him to hop it as he wasn't Christian, and couldn't get in Moslem paradise as his brain and body weren't buried together and anyway the simply virgins they had were 90 yr old nuns so he was pretty much stuffed

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

"Ja, I need to extend my ramification,"his colleague agreed and he went to stretch the trolley.

Kurt pulled on his ache green overalls with"Denzil Penwithers Kornisch Pastise Werke Koln."emblazoned on the back and started to load the 1 kg trays of human pie filling into the refrigerated trolley. He closed the threshold tightly and waving to Edmund he set off on the short walk of life along the tunnel to the pie factory.

For the adult female it was different, out of esteem 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 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 water cascaded over her.

Helga watched Amina on the monitor, she liked what she saw, squeamish pear shaped teat, decent length darkness hair, not too ugly, she stepped into the exhibitioner room, the whorl 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 wrong until she tried to open the door.

"Hey !"she shouted.

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

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

"Burned,"Helga said apologetically,"Fill of sucking louse, disgusting. Now please your fuck golf hole, your twat. 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 stark woman !"

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

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

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

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

"Oh yes,"Helga explained, I know a very good plastic surgeon who can sort your make love backtalk. He does all the royal princesses from the disconnect 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 shyly let Helga alleviate her thigh apart."Oh dear,"Helga sighed as she saw Amina's poor damaged puss."This is going to hurt."

Helga ran her finger along Amina'disfigured cunt lips. The back talk had been cut by a paedophile back in Syrian Arab Republic many years earlier and made even a appease 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 tit and kissed her cheek again. Slowly Amina's puss moistened and Helga eased her index digit between Amina's fuck lips.

Amina winced in pain in the neck, but Helga kept her finger inside her, probing easing further into Amina's stringent Virgin fuck hole. Helga smiled and took a long thin dildo, not often thicker than a natural spring pen from her scoop and slipping her fingerbreadth 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 lilliputian piston chamber pressed to 20 bar. She twisted the cylinder and Amina screamed as the dildo expanded to four times its size, stretching her bitch like she had a big Buck negro's turncock rich 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 level in a small elbow room, a cellular phone perhaps.

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

Amina looked for her wearing 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 shudders through her. She forgot the excruciation. She gently humped up and down on the dildo. Her cunt was so wet. ‘ God forgive me'she thought as she started to hump even harder.

She looked down, the moisture was red. She was bleeding. Her poor tinge bitch lip had split. She wanted to stop but something compelled her to carry on humping. Suddenly she heard her own voice shouting"Yes ! '' Glorious waved of backup man 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 sassing were bleeding. Her twat was bleeding but she felt safe. Too good, Guiltily good.

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

Abdul was already well on the way to England, he was region of a mint 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 fertiliser. His dick was part of a wad destined for a sex reassignment clinic in capital of The Netherlands and his chunk were part of a batch being sent to Tunisia. holidaymaker were told the Beduin liked to bear homo balls on a drawing string around their necks, but in fact it was the tourist who bought them for $ 20 plus local taxation as souvenirs !

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

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

"Of class you are a whore,"Helga snapped,"Why you wanked until you bled. Do not interest you will make plenty of hammer soon enough."

"I will not don it !"Amina insisted.

"Then go au naturel !"Helga laughed,"And go hungry."

"I should rather hunger,"Amina replied.

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

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

"Get out !"Amina screamed.

"Delightful tits my honey,"he complimented her."Smaller than your acquaintance but very pretty.

"Out !"she wailed.

"Would you like to eat ?"he asked.

"Just a picayune nooky and you can have a lovely repast,"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 Bruno 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 !"Kurt Waldheim agreed.

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

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

The natural 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 head,"I wish to live to fight,"he said so they rejected him.

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

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

"Walk about outside."

The young man walks up the woodland course,"Oi Paki !"someone shouts.

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

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

A man with a shaver's radio controller sent a bidding to Abdul's volatile vest.

Abdul felt the pain briefly before everything went black.

"bingo !"Sgt ‘ Pongo'pinko laughed as a puff of blue skunk erupted around Abdul's waist. His cap flew give scattering lining and flesh and bits of explosive belt over a fifty yard wheel spoke. His legs stood still or various seconds. His his head and shoulders were thrown several feet skywards. Everything from his upper second joint to his armpits was blown sideways over the fifty yard radius. Finally his head and region of his backbone 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 expressive style,"genus Pongo laughed."consignment ?"he asked

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

"Nein, that was not a ten !"Kurt 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 being leg pearl while a Rotweiller was eating a lummox of flesh. Two soldiers were taking it in turns tossing Abdul's foreland through a basketball game hoop.

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

There was a muffled crack as the five pounds of semtex hidden up his ass exploded blowing his body to twice its usual size before his tee shirt jeans and skin rent. Blood and shit and osseous tissue blasted upwards and outwards scaring the fox away. The head rolled maybe twenty dollar bill yards. The Rotweiller just looked bored.

The video continued. Six Thomas More men were blown up in the glade. One blew himself up outside Bradford railway station, during the Rush hour on the Zebra crossing. A repress crack, a puff of smoke and his torso in two role, the wooden leg on the inkiness and whiteness marking. His foreland and shoulder 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 River 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 head missing.

"Is goot ja ?"someone commented

"Only if YouTube show it."

"Could go Viral."

"Cunts in a personal credit line is adjacent, XII fuckers going up in successiveness,"moth miller announced.

Twelve self-destruction wedge, volatile vested with duplicate semtex up their rear walk across Westminster bridge towards fantan. The traffic stops. A police car rolls slowly towards them."Put your hands up,"echoes from the loudspeaker."We know you are ISIL supporters, give yourselves up."

workforce rose and as one the first and final in personal line of credit exploded. Then another and another.

Heads and berm flying skywards. Feet and legs standing for a few bit. look of pure disbelief from the men as their friend exploded.

Big Ben showed 2.05. A transportation system van stopped. A squad of men emerged. Biological causa. A pass up motortruck stopped. Body share thrown in, everything except the headland which were put in bin liners and thrown in the book binding of the transportation. 2.08 a flame truck moved in, hosing the bridge with its piss carom. 2.15 normality returned.

A brigadier general appeared on filmdom."I'm not a real Brigadier,"he said,"But I did wager Colonel Melchett in a display at the Appollo, Ealing Broadway. What you have just seen is respective very stupid untested men being blown up safely. They wanted to die for ISIL so we obliged. They did not realise their volatile vests were radiocommunication controlled, but if they had any psyche they wouldn't have wanted to die, would they ?"

"The vests come in respective interlingual rendition, the ‘ John Griffith Chaney'requires three different wandering telephone calls within five minute of arc, two to arm, and one to evoke. The ‘ clearing'simply uses a radiocommunication ascendancy decoder from a model aircraft."

"Is good 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 Waldheim opened her cell room access. Amina faced him, her dress reversed. Her tit hanging out."I fuck, I must wassail,"she announced.

"I get a drink,"he agreed.

Amina gulped the liquid state greedily, unaware it was 25 % Vodka. Her mind swam pleasantly. She barely noticed Kurt lifting her onto the bed. She had a legal brief pain as his curt fat hammer slid into her cunt but she was past caring.

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

It felt good, a strong cock pulsing. A wave of strong 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 pants

"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 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 trauma, but seeing herself on the TV sitting on Schutz's lap with his putz up her ass while Grosjean fucked her pussy sort of excuse things.

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Amina woke with a hangover. Her oral sex was bursting. Her cunt and ass were on blast. Her poor stretch twat. She explored the legal injury, her fingers slipped inside, it felt nice, very nice. Soon she had three fingers inside herself. Wanking. Her low proper wank. 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 food for thought, OK ?"

"Please no."Amina pleaded.

"Or wank public treasury you cum while mortal vigil,"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 side slut,"Helga advised,"Make us lots of money with your hot tight piece of tail hole and tight brown ass."

"Am I going to England ?"Amina asked.

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

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Postscript

Jenny Bradstock bought Abdul's left bollock off a stall in capital of Tunisia and Lily Edmund Cartwright bought the other. Heather Ramprakash bought a Pastie with nearly of Abdul's kidneys from a corner shop in William Bradford, while Mandela and Barma, Ted Oakhursts pet pig ate the expectant part of his intestines which went for pig intellectual nourishment. His cock skin was a good compeer for Tanya who is now Tony, so it is not fair to say Abdul's life was wasted .