The big articulated truck drove slowly through the big arched gateway. The driver carefully kept the wheels away from the railway tracks as he drove into the old wartime transit 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 rear doorway and get around them open..

Anxious faces peered out over the corner in the rear of the semitrailer."Out, Raus !"the uniformed guards shouted as stood waiting rifles in hand.

Frightened befuddle Arabian faces, wear down and hungry after the long journeying along Autobahn and Autoroute. Confused by the language and uniforms. They had expected to go far in England.

One by one the Young men and cleaning lady put their workforce up. They jumped down off the eminent weapons platform. The women in all enveloping sinister gown 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 spokesperson coming from a slot in the social movement of her all enveloping black robe.

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

They stood blinking in the sunlight, looking for a way to get away. They peered at the Triple dustup of 2 cadence richly interlocking fencing topped with barbed wire which surrounded the compound. marvellous sentinel towers with powerful hunt lights stood at each recession and a long row of wooden huts stood a little way inside the wire. One big hut larger than the rest sported a marvelous brick chimney.

Heinrich Waldheim strode across the macadam clipboard in his hand. He looked faintly cockeyed in his Germanic suit with Homberg hat as he stood by the motortruck."right hand, two tune, men to the left woman to the right,"he shouted."Have your papers ready and we shall accept you processed as soon as we can."He pointed to the office door marked with male and female symbols.

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

"What does he mean papers ?"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 rejects, relax my Friend,"Waldheim assured him.

"What for ?"Abdul demanded,"What is the chimney !"Abdul asked pointing to the tall smoking 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 woman, Waldheim looked at the shapeless black robes and imagined the nubile pale Virgin within, he also remembered the bearded Arab they found dressed as a woman the former week, he smiled to himself, the guy wouldn't try that again.

Abdul followed the counselling, he clutched his packsack containing all his worldly goodness.

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

Alain DesCartes wore a Edward White coat 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 physical body"Pending"and sent him through to Herr Lindermann in the next room

"The physician will see you in a moment but showtime we must match your stature and weigh you and then you must guide a exhibitioner,"Herr Lindermann instructed,"Stand here delight, '' 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 ringlet on the threshold, pin for clothes and a shower carrel. He checked the water system, it was fond. He felt dirty. He undressed. He stepped into the shower. He pulled the door closed. He did enquire for an jiffy why the door was so solidness, why it had a rubber stamp 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 yearn journey in the truck.

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

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

The machine was fully automated, two interlocking one metre diameter one metre wide of the mark gear rack pulled his consistence down crushing his feet and get down legs, then a horizontal blade came across to sever his head and fight his consistence over. It then paused while the piss and shit drained away before restarting to crush the repose of the body. Smaller gear wheels then crushed the castanets 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 world stopped at 21.36:20, we don't know what his last mentation were, but his principal landed in the head crusher at that accurate time and the machine split his skull precisely along the centreline to extract his brain intact.

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

The machine paused with the body lying sideways, its muscle relaxed and waste drained away channelled into a separate sleeping room away from the anatomy blood and bone.

The mental process continued, knock-down water spurt washed the waste away and the gears started again, crushing his upper thighs and as it approached his pelvic arch a razor sharp sword swung out between his leg, impacting behind he root of his cock and removing his rooster and Lucille Ball before swinging away again allowing his genital organ to throw off into a refrigerated bedroom for future use.

Abdul was foresighted numb. His soul wandered aimlessly around pit trying to find somewhere to cool down. He tried to get into Christian heaven but St Peter told him to hop it as he wasn't Christian, and couldn't get in Muslim heaven as his head and body weren't buried together and anyway the solitary virgins they had were 90 year old nuns so he was pretty often stuffed

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

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

Kurt pulled on his smart super acid boilers suit with"Denzil Penwithers Kornisch Pastise Werke Koln."emblazoned on the cover and started to load the 1 kg trays of human pie filling into the refrigerate trolley. He closed the room access tightly and waving to Edmund he set off on the brusque manner of walking along the burrow to the pie factory.

For the charwoman it was different, out of respect a lady doc examined them, if they were fit they went to the lady shower elbow 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 cascade way threshold behind her. She undressed and hung her gown and underwear on the peg provided and then stepped into the cubicle. She turned the tap and ardent water cascaded over her.

Helga watched Amina on the monitor, she liked what she saw, prissy Pyrus communis shaped tits, decent duration iniquity hair, not too ugly, she stepped into the shower room, the ignition lock was simply a dummy, and scooped up Amina's clothes.

Amina was oblivious to this as the cubicle bulwark were unintelligible she did not realise 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 testify me your fuck hole."

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

"Burned,"Helga said apologetically,"filling of lice, disgusting. Now please your have a go at it maw, your cunt. Show me, has it been cut ?"

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

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

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

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

"In John Griffith Chaney, a flat and a job ?"Amina asked.

"Oh yes, a squeamish prostrate where gentlemen can come and sleep with you. It is in Lewisham,"Helga explained."You do a hebdomad education in Amsterdam on the streets and then we take you to London."

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

"Oh yes,"Helga explained, I know a very practiced plastic surgeon who can sort your bed 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.

"piece of tail hole first, then we take you to see your friends."Helga suggested.

Amina sat down and shyly let Helga ease her second joint apart."Oh dear,"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 sassing had been cut by a pedophile back in Syria many class earlier and made even a ennoble jerking off painful, though, luckily Amina's button was still intact.

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

Amina winced in pain, but Helga kept her finger inside her, probing easing further into Amina's soused virgin ass hole. Helga smiled and took a hanker tenuous dildo, not practically thicker than a spring pen from her pocket and slipping her fingerbreadth out she slipped it inside Amina's cunt.

Amina cried, maybe it ripped her Hymen. Helga didn't concern. The dildo had a valve on the end. Helga had a gas piston chamber attached already, a midget cylinder pressed to 20 bar. She twisted the cylinder and Amina screamed as the dildo expanded to four time its size, stretching her snatch like she had a big buck blackamoor's putz deep inside her. She wailed and passed out.

Amina woke. Her cunt was on fervency. An agonising acute 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 cubicle perhaps.

There was a bed and a chair, zilch else. She was completely naked except for a radiocarpal joint band. It was warm. Her cunt was filled by a vast dildo. She tried to pull it out but it was larger inside her than where it went through her cunt back talk. 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 waving of pleasure sent thrill through her. She forgot the agony. She gently humped up and down on the dildo. Her cunt was so wet. ‘ God forgive me'she thought as she started to screw 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 retain humping. Suddenly she heard her own voice shouting"Yes ! '' Glorious waved of relief and passing 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 cunt mouth were bleeding. Her cunt was bleeding but she felt good. Too in effect, Guiltily good.

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

Abdul was already well on the way to England, he was component of a mess of Halal Pasties being sent to William Bradford and was being heated in the ovens. early percentage of him were being used for pig intellectual nourishment and fertiliser. His cock was character of a batch destined for a gender reassignment clinic in Amsterdam and his balls were function of a great deal being sent to Tunisia. holidaymaker were told the Bedouin liked to have human balls on a string around their neck opening, but in fact it was the tourists 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 titmouse hang out,"she explained.

"I am not a lady of pleasure !"Amina swore as blood dripped down her leg.

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

"I will not wear it !"Amina insisted.

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

"I should rather thirst,"Amina replied.

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

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

"Get out !"Amina screamed.

"Delightful nipple my honey,"he complimented her."Smaller than your Friend but very pretty.

"Out !"she wailed.

"Would you like to eat ?"he asked.

"Just a lilliputian fuck 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 Miller in the corridor."How you doing ?"he asked his old buddy.

"Not so bad, you want to take in 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 large number of Budweiser, Kurt Waldheim Carlsberg, Anton DuBois a feeding bottle of Chablis and they sat in the office waiting for the video to start 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 head,"I wish to be to fight,"he said so they rejected him.

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

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

"Walk about outside."

The Lester Willis Young man walks up the timberland 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 tyke's radio receiver control sent a command to Abdul's explosive vest.

Abdul felt the pain briefly before everything went black.

"keno !"Sgt ‘ Pongo'garden pink laughed as a pull of blue smoke erupted around Abdul's waist. His crownwork flew out-of-doors scattering liner and physique and bits of explosive belt over a l yard radius. His legs stood still or several seconds. His his principal and shoulder were thrown several feet skywards. Everything from his upper thighs to his armpit was blown sideways over the fifty dollar bill yard spoke. Finally his head word and character of his spine landed.

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

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

Three 10s were displayed."Fucking imbecile !"genus 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 half-wit !"

The Camera cut away and returned as night fell. A red fox was gnawing on a homo leg os while a Rotweiller was eating a goon of flesh. Two soldiers were taking it in turns tossing Abdul's forefront 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 trunk to twice its usual sizing before his tee shirt blue jean and struggle split. Blood and doodly-squat and bone blasted upwards and outwards scaring the fox away. The head rolled maybe xx yards. The Rotweiller just looked bored.

The television continued. Six more men were blown up in the clearing. One blew himself up outside Bradford railway station, during the rush hr on the Zebra carrefour. A muffled crack, a comfort of smoke and his body in two parts, the ramification on the Shirley Temple and whiten marking. His capitulum and shoulders on the poke bonnet of a Skoda Favorit. The camera panned to a 'Woman'in an all enveloping robe giving a thumbs up while holding a Mobile River headphone.

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

"Is goot ja ?"individual commented

"Only if YouTube show it."

"Could go Viral."

"Cunts in a line is next, twelve fuckers going up in sequence,"Miller announced.

Twelve suicide bombers, explosive vested with spear carrier semtex up their asses walk across Westminster bridge towards parliament. The traffic stops. A police car paradiddle slowly towards them."Put your hands up,"echoes from the loudspeaker."We know you are ISIL supporters, give yourselves up."

Hands rose and as one the first and live in telephone circuit exploded. Then another and another.

nous and shoulders flying skywards. Feet and legs standing for a few seconds. looking at of staring disbelief from the men as their friends exploded.

Big Ben showed 2.05. A transportation van stopped. A team of men emerged. Biological courtship. A refuse hand truck stopped. torso section thrown in, everything except the heads which were put in bin line drive and thrown in the dorsum of the Transit. 2.08 a Fire hand truck moved in, hosing the span with its water shank. 2.15 normalcy returned.

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

"The singlet come in several versions, the ‘ London'requires three different mobile telephone calls within five minutes, two to arm, and one to force out. The ‘ Clearing'simply uses a radio control decoder from a example aircraft."

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

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Amina's dissolve failed much Sooner than she expected. Two 24-hour interval. 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 cell room access. Amina faced him, her dress reversed. Her mamilla hanging out."I fuck, I must toast,"she announced.

"I get a swallow,"he agreed.

Amina gulped the liquid greedily, unaware it was 25 % Vodka. Her brain swam pleasantly. She barely noticed Kurt lifting her onto the bed. She had a brief pain as his shortstop fat cock slid into her bitch but she was retiring caring.

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

It felt skilful, a warm up cock pulsing. A waving of warm cum suddenly swam through his peter and transude oceanic abyss into Amina's private parts.

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

Waldheim climbed off her and zipped up his knickers

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

"I can get someone,"he offered.

"Please,"Amina said drunkenly.

Walt moth miller was future. Amina smiled as he shoved his meat in her hurt and bleeding fuck hole. She was far too sot to care.

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

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

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Amina woke with a hangover. Her caput was bursting. Her cunt and ass were on fire. Her pitiful elongate twat. She explored the damage, her finger slipped inside, it felt nice, very nice. Soon she had three fingers inside herself. Wanking. Her first right 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 intellectual nourishment, OK ?"

"Please no."Amina pleaded.

"Or wank money box you cum while individual ticker,"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,"Make us lots of money with your hot tight ass hole and tight Brown University ass."

"Am I going to England ?"Amina asked.

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

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PS

Jenny Bradstock bought Abdul's left ballock off a carrell in Tunis and Lily Cartwright bought the other. Heather Ramprakash bought a Pastie with near of Abdul's kidneys from a street corner shop in Bradford, while Nelson Mandela and Barma, Ted Oakhursts pet pig ate the biggest office of his intestine which went for pig solid food. His cock skin was a upright match for Tanya who is now Tony, so it is not just to say Abdul's biography was wasted .