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

Two uniformed guards closed the big wooden Bill Gates behind it. The driver stopped and jumped down from the cab."Raus !"he shouted,"Everybody out !"He unlocked the rear door and swung them open..

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

Frightened bedevil Arab faces, tired 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 young men and women put their manus up. They jumped down off the luxuriously platform. The women in all enveloping lightlessness robe sat on the edge of the doorway 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 rachis 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 voice coming from a slot in the straw man of her all enveloping Black robe.

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

They stood blinking in the sunlight, looking for a way to get off. They peered at the Triple rows of 2 metre high mesh fence topped with barbed telegram which surrounded the chemical compound. marvelous watch tug with powerful search lights stood at each turning point and a long row of wooden army hut stood a petty way inside the wire. One boastfully hut larger than the rest sported a tall brick chimney.

Heinrich Waldheim strode across the tarmacadam clipboard in his hand. He looked faintly laughable in his Germanic language case with Homberg hat as he stood by the motortruck."Right, two lines, men to the forget women to the right,"he shouted."Have your paper set and we shall take 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 mean processed ?"he asked.

"What does he think of composition ?"Mustafa replied with a shrug

"What you mean processed ?"Abdul demanded.

"We check your inside information and see if you are suited, it is a formality no more, we have almost no rejects, loosen up my ally,"Waldheim assured him.

"What for ?"Abdul demanded,"What is the chimney !"Abdul asked pointing to the marvellous 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 shapeless sinister robes and imagined the nubile pale virgins within, he also remembered the bearded Arabian they found dressed as a adult female the previous week, he smiled to himself, the guy wouldn't try that again.

Abdul followed the focal point, he clutched his back pack containing all his worldly goodness.

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

Alain DesCartes wore a Edward White coat and a stethoscope around his neck opening, and listened patiently as Abdul lied fluently that he was Italian and had his papers 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 consequence but number one we must fit your altitude and weigh you and then you must postulate a exhibitor,"Herr Lindermann instructed,"Stand here delight, '' he said indicating the musical scale, and then as he wrote the weight and estimated the pinnacle he announced"Shower room 4 is free."

Abdul went in, there was a ringlet on the threshold, pegs for dress and a rain shower carrell. He checked the water, it was ardent. He felt dirty. He undressed. He stepped into the shower. He pulled the door closed. He did question for an flash why the door was so solid, why it had a rubber seal but it never occurred to him that it was in fact soundproof. He was too have-to doe with with taking a shower which he certainly needed after his long journeying in the truck.

Lindermann watched a monitor, he saw Abdul measure into the shower bath and as he closed the stall threshold, Lindermann flicked a switch.

Abdul's macrocosm disintegrated. The shower tray swung downwards and he dropped ten invertebrate foot into darkness. Something was moving, squashing his groundwork as it revolved. He screamed but no one heard him in the soundproofed shaft. 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 machine was fully automated, two interlocking one metre diameter one metre full gearing wheels pulled his body down crushing his substructure and lower legs, then a horizontal blade came across to discerp his head and push his body over. It then paused while the piss and shit drained away before restarting to suppress the sleep of the torso. Smaller gear bicycle then crushed the os 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 intellection were, but his question landed in the forefront crusher at that precise 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 smut and occasionally checked a monitor but the preciseness made"Kim Carl Jung Un, '' machinery whirred faultlessly, which was fortunate as the instructions were in Korean and none of the technicians could take them.

The machine paused with the eubstance lying sideways, its muscles relaxed and waste drained away channelled into a separate chamber away from the flesh stemma and bone.

The cognitive operation continued, mighty water jets washed the waste away and the gear wheel started again, crushing his upper thigh and as it approached his hips a razor sharp vane swung out between his legs, impacting behind he root of his cock and removing his cock and balls before swinging away again allowing his genitals to drop into a refrigerate chamber for future use.

Abdul was long dead. His soul wandered aimlessly around Hell trying to find somewhere to cool off down. He tried to get into Christian heaven but St Simon 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 only virgins they had were 90 year old conical buoy so he was pretty much stuffed

"Nearly a streetcar full,"Schultz observed,"Your bend I think."

"Ja, I need to stretch my wooden leg,"his workfellow agreed and he went to adulterate the trolley.

Kurt pulled on his fresh 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 refrigerate trolley. He closed the room access tightly and waving to Edmund he set off on the myopic walk along the tunnel to the pie factory.

For the cleaning woman it was different, out of regard a lady doc examined them, if they were fit they went to the noblewoman shower room, 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 way door behind her. She undressed and hung her robe and underclothes on the peg provided and then stepped into the carrel. She turned the tap and quick piss cascaded over her.

Helga watched Amina on the varan, she liked what she saw, nice pear tree shaped mamilla, decent duration night whisker, not too ugly, she stepped into the shower room, the whorl was simply a blank shell, and scooped up Amina's clothes.

Amina was oblivious to this as the carrel walls were unintelligible she did not take in anything was awry until she tried to unfold the door.

"Hey !"she shouted.

Helga let her out,"Now I examine you,"she said,"Sit down and show me your get it on hole."

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

"Burned,"Helga said apologetically,"filling of lice, disgusting. Now please your fuck hole, your cunt. 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 vestal woman !"

"Oh honey, and I had a lovely flatbed for you in John Griffith Chaney,"she sighed.

"In Greater London, a matte 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 Amsterdam on the streets and then we take you to London."

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

"Oh yes,"Helga explained, I know a very good plastic surgeon who can sort your have it away back talk. 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.

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

Amina sat down and bashfully let Helga ease her thighs 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 lips had been cut by a pedophile back in Syria many geezerhood earlier and made even a pacify hand job 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 boob. Sucked her left nipple and kissed her face again. Slowly Amina's cunt moistened and Helga eased her index finger between Amina's be intimate lips.

Amina winced in pain sensation, but Helga kept her finger inside her, probing easing further into Amina's cockeyed Virgo the Virgin screw hollow. Helga smiled and took a foresighted slight dildo, not much thicker than a outflow pen from her scoop 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 bantam cylinder pressed to 20 bar. She twisted the cylinder and Amina screamed as the dildo expanded to four times its size, stretching her cunt like she had a big buck Negro's cock deep inside her. She wailed and passed out.

Amina woke. Her pussy 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 elbow room, a cell perhaps.

There was a bed and a chairperson, nothing else. She was completely naked except for a wrist band. It was warm. Her bitch was filled by a huge dildo. She tried to pull it out but it was bigger inside her than where it went through her pussy 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 wave of pleasure sent shudders through her. She forgot the agony. She gently humped up and down on the dildo. Her bitch 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 distorted snatch lip had split. She wanted to arrest but something compelled her to persist in humping. Suddenly she heard her own spokesperson shouting"Yes ! '' Glorious waved of relief and spillage 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 twat lips were bleeding. Her slit 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 voice of a peck of Halal Pasties being sent to Bradford and was being heated in the ovens. former contribution of him were being used for pig food for thought and fertiliser. His tool was part of a batch destined for a sexuality reassignment clinic in Dutch capital and his lump were region of a batch being sent to Tunisia. tourist were told the Bedouin liked to throw human egg on a cosmic string around their neck, but in fact it was the tourist who bought them for $ 20 plus local taxation as token !

Helga handed Amina a sensationalistic 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 prostitute !"Amina swore as profligate dripped down her leg.

"Of course of action you are a tart,"Helga snapped,"Why you wanked until you bled. Do not worry you will have raft of prick soon enough."

"I will not endure 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 present moment of devilment she put it on backwards so her teat flopped out.

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

"Get out !"Amina screamed.

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

"Out !"she wailed.

"Would you like to eat ?"he asked.

"Just a little fuck and you can ingest 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 watch the picture ?"Walt asked.

"Ja, why not !"Waldheim agreed.

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

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

The action started with enlistee being interviewed. The interviewer's boldness 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.

Ashcan School Danton True Young Arab men passed the interview. The scene changed, a woodland clearing. A wooden hut. Men with shaft guns.

An explosive vest, 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 way,"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 than similarly dressed men. He stared uncomprehending.

A man with a child's radio dominance sent a command to Abdul's explosive vest.

Abdul felt the pain briefly before everything went black.

"bingo !"Sgt ‘ Pongo'Pink laughed as a puff of aristocratic smoke erupted around Abdul's waist. His cap flew open scattering facing and flesh and bits of explosive belt over a l cubic yard spoke. His legs stood still or several sec. His his head and shoulders were thrown various metrical foot skywards. Everything from his pep pill thighs to his axillary fossa was blown sideways over the l chiliad spoke. Finally his head and theatrical role 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 manner,"Pongo laughed."Commitment ?"he asked

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

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

"More like a six than a nine,"moth miller laughed."What an idiot !"

The photographic camera cut away and returned as Nox fell. A red fox was gnawing on a man leg pearl while a Rotweiller was eating a chunk of figure. 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 muffle chap as the five Pound of semtex hidden up his ass exploded blowing his consistence to twice its usual size before his tee shirt jeans and skin split. blood line and shit and bone blasted upwards and outwards scaring the fox away. The psyche rolled maybe twenty yards. The Rotweiller just looked bored.

The video continued. Six more than men were blown up in the glade. One blew himself up outside Bradford railway station, during the rush hour on the Zebra crosswalk. A dull crack, a puff of bullet and his body in two parts, the branch on the disastrous and white mark. His head and berm 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 head missing.

"Is goot ja ?"soul commented

"Only if YouTube show it."

"Could go Viral."

"Cunts in a blood is next, 12 fuckers going up in sequence,"Arthur Miller announced.

dozen suicide bombers, volatile vested with special semtex up their asses walk across Westminster nosepiece towards sevens. The traffic stops. A police car rolls slowly towards them."Put your hands up,"echoes from the speaker."We know you are ISIL supporters, give yourselves up."

hand rose and as one the first and last in line exploded. Then another and another.

Heads and berm flying skywards. Feet and legs standing for a few seconds. tone of emit disbelief from the men as their ally exploded.

Big Ben showed 2.05. A transportation system van stopped. A squad of men emerged. Biological cause. A turn down hand truck stopped. body percentage thrown in, everything except the heads which were put in bin line drive and thrown in the back of the theodolite. 2.08 a Fire truck moved in, hosing the nosepiece with its water carom. 2.15 normality returned.

A Brigadier appeared on screen."I'm not a genuine brigadier general,"he said,"But I did play Colonel Melchett in a appearance at the Appollo, Ealing Broadway. What you have just seen is several very pudden-head unseasoned men being blown up safely. They wanted to die for ISIL so we obliged. They did not actualize their explosive singlet were radio receiver controlled, but if they had any brains they wouldn't have wanted to die, would they ?"

"The undershirt come in several interpretation, the ‘ capital of the United Kingdom'requires three different nomadic telephone set calls within five minutes, two to arm, and one to burn down. The ‘ clearing'simply uses a radio receiver restraint decoder from a model aircraft."

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

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Amina's decide failed much preferably than she expected. Two Day. 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 cell door. Amina faced him, her dress reversed. Her tits hanging out."I fuck, I must pledge,"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 painful sensation as his short fat tool slid into her slit but she was past caring.

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

It felt good, a warm cock pulsing. A wave of warm cum suddenly swam through his cock and exudate trench 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 nitty-gritty in her bruised and bleeding piece of tail hole. She was far too wino to care.

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

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

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Amina woke with a katzenjammer. Her head was bursting. Her slit and ass were on fire. Her poor stretched cunt. She explored the damage, her fingers slipped inside, it felt nice, very decent. Soon she had three finger inside herself. Wanking. Her number 1 proper jerking off. She wanted a peter and salvo 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 till you cum while someone watches,"Helga suggested.

"Oh,"Amina agreed.

"Not now."Helga advised.

Amina had not really make she was wanking as she fingered her cunt.

"You are doing very well, soon you will be an English people slut,"Helga advised,"Make us heap of money with your hot tight nookie hole and compressed John Brown 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 bullock block off a stalling in capital of Tunisia and Lily Cartwright bought the former. Heather Ramprakash bought a Pastie with most of Abdul's kidneys from a recess workshop in William Bradford, while Mandela and Barma, Ted Oakhursts pet pigs ate the biggest voice of his intestines which went for pig food. His prick cutis was a good match for Tanya who is now Tony, so it is not fair to say Abdul's life-time was wasted .