The big articulate truck drove slowly through the big arched gateway. The number one wood carefully kept the wheel away from the railway tracks 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 buttocks doors and swung them open..

Anxious faces peered out over the boxful in the backrest of the semitrailer."Out, Raus !"the uniformed safeguard shouted as stood waiting rifles in hand.

Frightened confused Arab faces, wear and hungry after the prospicient journey along Autobahn and Autoroute. Confused by the words and uniforms. They had expected to make it in England.

One by one the young men and cleaning lady put their hands up. They jumped down off the high chopine. The char in all enveloping black robe 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 Dover, but we came here instead,"he apologised.

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

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

They stood blinking in the sunshine, looking for a way to escape. They peered at the triple words of 2 metre high interlocking fencing material topped with barbed wire which surrounded the compound. marvelous ticker pillar with powerful search ignitor stood at each recession and a long row of wooden army hut stood a fiddling way inside the wire. One large hut larger than the residuum sported a tall brick chimney.

Heinrich Waldheim strode across the macadam clipboard in his hand. He looked faintly ridiculous in his Germanic suit with Homberg hat as he stood by the truck."rightfield, two descent, men to the left cleaning woman to the right wing,"he shouted."Have your papers ready and we shall get you processed as soon as we can."He pointed to the office doors marked with male person and female symbols.

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

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

"What you mean processed ?"Abdul demanded.

"We check your detail and see if you are desirable, it is a formalness no more, we have almost no rejects, relax my ally,"Kurt Waldheim assured him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"The Doctor will see you in a moment but foremost we must check your summit and weigh you and then you must take a rain shower,"Herr Lindermann instructed,"Stand here delight, '' he said indicating the scales, and then as he wrote the weight unit and estimated the height he announced"Shower room 4 is free."

Abdul went in, there was a lock on the threshold, pin for wearing apparel and a shower cell. He checked the water, it was warm. He felt dirty. He undressed. He stepped into the shower. He pulled the room access closed. He did wonder for an crying why the threshold was so solid, why it had a rubber stamp but it never occurred to him that it was in fact soundproof. He was too worry with taking a shower which he certainly needed after his foresightful journey in the truck.

Lindermann watched a monitor, he saw Abdul whole tone into the rain shower and as he closed the stall door, Lindermann flicked a switch.

Abdul's world disintegrated. The cascade tray swung downwards and he dropped ten human foot into swarthiness. Something was moving, squashing his feet 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 measure diam one time panoptic gear wheels pulled his body down crushing his base and lower berth branch, then a horizontal vane came across to sever his psyche and push his consistence over. It then paused while the peeing and cocksucker drained away before restarting to squeeze the remainder of the body. Smaller gear mechanism wheels then crushed the bones and soma into paste and this passed along an augur to a simple machine which mixed the paste thoroughly and divided it into 1 kg portions.

Abdul's humans stopped at 21.36:20, we don't know what his conclusion thoughts were, but his head landed in the promontory crusher at that precise metre and the simple machine split his skull precisely along the centreline to extract his head intact.

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

The car paused with the body lying sideways, its muscles relaxed and barren drained away channelled into a differentiate bedroom away from the bod blood and bone.

The process continued, hefty water jets washed the waste away and the gears started again, crushing his upper second joint and as it approached his articulatio coxae a razor crisp vane swung out between his legs, impacting behind he root of his tool and removing his prick and balls before swinging away again allowing his genital organ to set down into a refrigerated bedchamber for future use.

Abdul was tenacious dead. His soul wandered aimlessly around Hell trying to get somewhere to cool down. He tried to get into Christian Eden but St Peter told him to hop it as he wasn't Christian, and couldn't get in Muslim Heaven as his caput and body weren't buried together and anyway the alone virgins they had were 90 class old nuns so he was pretty much stuffed

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

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

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

For the women it was different, out of respect a lady doctor examined them, if they were fit they went to the Lady shower 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 exhibitioner room door behind her. She undressed and hung her robe and underwear 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 varan, she liked what she saw, nice pear tree shaped tits, decent distance dark pilus, not too ugly, she stepped into the shower bath room, the ignition lock was simply a blank shell, and scooped up Amina's clothes.

Amina was oblivious to this as the carrel walls were opaque she did not realise anything was wrong until she tried to spread the door.

"Hey !"she shouted.

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

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

"Burned,"Helga said apologetically,"filling of plant louse, disgusting. Now delight your bang mess, your bitch. Show me, has it been cut ?"

"Yes, I am no fancy woman !"Amina said forcibly.

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

"No !"Amina protested,"I am saturated cleaning woman !"

"Oh dear, and I had a lovely matte for you in British capital,"she sighed.

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

"Oh yes, a dainty directly where valet can come and sleep with 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 whore,"Amina queried."You expect me to form as a whore ?"

"Oh yes,"Helga explained, I know a very practiced credit card sawbones who can sort your screw lips. 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.

"roll in the hay cakehole first, then we take you to see your friends."Helga suggested.

Amina sat down and bashfully 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 sassing. The lip 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 nerve. She caressed Amina's left chest. Sucked her left mamilla and kissed her cheek again. Slowly Amina's twat moistened and Helga eased her index finger's breadth between Amina's nooky lips.

Amina winced in pain in the neck, but Helga kept her fingerbreadth inside her, probing easing further into Amina's tight virgin shtup yap. Helga smiled and took a foresightful slender dildo, not much thicker than a fountain 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 care. The dildo had a valve on the end. Helga had a gas cylinder attached already, a tiny cylinder pressed to 20 bar. She twisted the cylinder and Amina screamed as the dildo expanded to four sentence its size, stretching her cunt like she had a big buck Black person's cock thick inside her. She wailed and passed out.

Amina woke. Her cunt was on flaming. 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 lowly room, a prison cell perhaps.

There was a bed and a chair, nothing else. She was completely naked except for a wrist joint dance band. It was quick. Her cunt was filled by a immense dildo. She tried to pull in it out but it was self-aggrandizing inside her than where it went through her cunt lips. 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 pleasance sent frisson through her. She forgot the torture. She gently humped up and down on the dildo. Her twat 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 cunt lip had split. She wanted to stop but something compelled her to continue humping. Suddenly she heard her own voice shouting"Yes ! '' Glorious waved of respite and firing 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 sass were bleeding. Her cunt was bleeding but she felt in effect. 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 part of a good deal of Halal Pasties being sent to Bradford and was being heated in the ovens. Other parts of him were being used for pig nutrient and fertiliser. His prick was part of a plenty destined for a sexuality reassignment clinic in Amsterdam and his clod were theatrical role of a slew being sent to Tunisia. Tourists were told the Bedouin liked to own human balls on a bowed stringed instrument around their neck, but in fact it was the tourists who bought them for $ 20 plus topical anesthetic taxes as souvenirs !

Helga handed Amina a chickenhearted 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 profligate dripped down her leg.

"Of course you are a bawd,"Helga snapped,"Why you wanked until you bled. Do not vex you will have plenty of putz soon enough."

"I will not wear it !"Amina insisted.

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

"I should rather crave,"Amina replied.

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

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

"Get out !"Amina screamed.

"Delightful tits my love,"he complimented her."Smaller than your protagonist but very pretty.

"Out !"she wailed.

"Would you like to eat ?"he asked.

"Just a little 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 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.

"harbour'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 Kurt Waldheim Carlsberg, Anton DuBois a bottle of white Burgundy and they sat in the office waiting for the television to get on the big screen.

The activeness started with recruits being interviewed. The interviewer's face was never seen but the recruit were easily identifiable.

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

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

octad young Arabian men passed the audience. The scene changed, a woodland clearing. A wooden hut. Men with snapshot guns.

An explosive 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 Whitney Moore Young Jr. man walks up the woodland path,"Oi Paki !"individual shouts.

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

He sees his tormenter. A man in Army fatigue, with several more similarly dressed men. He stared uncomprehending.

A man with a nestling's radio control sent a command to Abdul's explosive vest.

Abdul felt the pain in the ass briefly before everything went black.

"Bingo !"Sgt ‘ genus Pongo'garden pink laughed as a puff of blue hummer erupted around Abdul's waist. His cap flew assailable scattering lining and flesh and bits of explosive belt over a fifty one thousand radius. His legs stood still or various seconds. His his head and shoulder joint were thrown various base skywards. Everything from his amphetamine thigh to his armpits was blown sideways over the fifty grand r. Finally his straits and part of his spine landed.

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

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

Three 10s were displayed."Fucking changeling !"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 television 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 top dog through a basketball game hoop.

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

There was a muffled go as the five pounds of semtex hidden up his ass exploded blowing his torso to twice its common sizing before his tee shirt blue jean and skin stock split. origin and doodly-squat and bone blasted upwards and outwards scaring the fox away. The head rolled maybe 20 railyard. The Rotweiller just looked bored.

The telecasting continued. Six more men were blown up in the clearing. One blew himself up outside Bradford railway line station, during the surge hour on the Zebra crossing. A stifle whirl, a drag of smoke and his body in two theatrical role, the legs on the Shirley Temple Black and blanched markings. His head word 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 earpiece.

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 caput missing.

"Is goot ja ?"someone commented

"Only if YouTube show it."

"Could go Viral."

"puss in a billet is side by side, 12 fuckers going up in sequence,"Arthur Miller announced.

XII suicide bombers, explosive vested with extra semtex up their asses walk across Westminster bridgework towards parliament. The traffic stops. A police car rolls slowly towards them."Put your men up,"echoes from the speaker."We know you are ISIL supporters, give yourselves up."

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

Heads and shoulders flying skywards. fundament and legs standing for a few seconds. aspect of speak disbelief from the men as their Friend exploded.

Big Ben showed 2.05. A Transit van stopped. A team of men emerged. biologic suits. A scraps truck stopped. Body share thrown in, everything except the heads which were put in bin liner and thrown in the back of the passage. 2.08 a Fire hand truck moved in, hosing the bridge deck with its water cannon. 2.15 N returned.

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

"The vest come in several versions, the ‘ London'requires three different mobile speech sound song within five minutes, two to arm, and one to sack. The ‘ Clearing'simply uses a tuner control decipherer from a model aircraft."

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

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Amina's resolve failed much sooner than she expected. Two twenty-four hour period. Her pharynx was dry like the Gobi desert."Ok !"she shouted,"You win."No one came.

"I fuck, OK ?"she shouted.

Heinrich Waldheim opened her cellular phone threshold. Amina faced him, her attire reversed. Her tits hanging out."I fuck, I must drink,"she announced.

"I get a drink,"he agreed.

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

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

It felt right, a warm rooster impulse. A wave of lovesome cum suddenly swam through his rooster and seep trench into Amina's buck 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 somebody,"he offered.

"Please,"Amina said drunkenly.

Walt Miller was succeeding. Amina smiled as he shoved his meat in her hurt and bleeding hump kettle of fish. 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 telecasting on PornoTuba Italia later.

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

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Amina woke with a hangover. Her head was bursting. Her cunt and ass were on blast. Her poor stretch puss. She explored the damage, her fingers slipped inside, it felt nice, very decent. Soon she had three digit inside herself. Wanking. Her first proper wank. She wanted a cock and burst into bust. 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 hand job till you cum while someone scout,"Helga suggested.

"Oh,"Amina agreed.

"Not now."Helga advised.

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

"You are doing very well, soon you will be an English loose woman,"Helga advised,"brand us mountain of money with your hot loaded fuck hole and tight Brown University ass."

"Am I going to England ?"Amina asked.

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

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addendum

Jenny Bradstock bought Abdul's left bollock off a stall in Tunis and Lily Edmund Cartwright bought the early. Heather Ramprakash bought a Pastie with most of Abdul's kidneys from a quoin shop in Bradford, while Mandela and Barma, Ted Oakhursts pet pigs ate the biggest part of his intestines which went for pig food. His peter skin was a good equal for Tanya who is now Tony, so it is not average to say Abdul's animation was wasted .