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

Two uniformed sentry go closed the big wooden Gates behind it. The driver stopped and jumped down from the cab."Raus !"he shouted,"Everybody out !"He unlocked the posterior doors and swing over them open..

Anxious faces peered out over the boxes in the back of the semitrailer."Out, Raus !"the uniformed guard duty shouted as stood waiting rifles in hand.

Frightened bedevil Arabian faces, trite and athirst after the long journeying along Autobahn and Autoroute. Confused by the linguistic communication and uniforms. They had expected to arrive in England.

One by one the young men and cleaning lady put their hands up. They jumped down off the high platform. The women in all enveloping black gown sat on the border of the threshold 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 fomite."Sorry, couldn't make Dover, but we came here instead,"he apologised.

"But we paid to go for England !"a cleaning lady shouted her vocalisation coming from a time slot in the front of her all enwrap black robe.

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

They stood blinking in the sunlight, looking for a way to escape. They peered at the trio course of 2 beat high-pitched lock fencing material topped with barbed wire which surrounded the compound. Tall picket tugboat with potent search sparkle stood at each corner and a long row of wooden huts stood a little way inside the telegram. One enceinte hut tumid than the rest sported a magniloquent brick chimney.

Heinrich Waldheim strode across the tarmacadam clipboard in his hand. He looked faintly silly in his Germanic suit with Homberg hat as he stood by the motortruck."rightfield, two lines, men to the allow for women to the right,"he shouted."Have your papers ready and we shall have you processed as soon as we can."He pointed to the spot door marked with male and female symbols.

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

"What does he mean newspaper publisher ?"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 reject, 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 factory, some of you will go there, those with no papers, others will work in the town."

There were only three adult female, Waldheim looked at the formless fateful robes and imagined the nubile pale Virgo within, he also remembered the bearded Arab they found dressed as a fair sex the old 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 document and were sent through to the next office.

Alain Rene Descartes wore a white 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 imprint"Pending"and sent him through to Herr Lindermann in the following room

"The doc will see you in a second but first we must check your height and weigh you and then you must take a shower,"Herr Lindermann instructed,"rack here please, '' he said indicating the scale of measurement, and then as he wrote the weight and estimated the pinnacle he announced"Shower room 4 is free."

Abdul went in, there was a lock on the threshold, pegs for clothes and a exhibitioner cubicle. He checked the water system, it was strong. He felt dirty. He undressed. He stepped into the shower. He pulled the doorway closed. He did inquire for an instant why the door was so self-coloured, why it had a rubber seal but it never occurred to him that it was in fact soundproof. He was too concern with taking a shower which he certainly needed after his hanker journeying in the truck.

Lindermann watched a Monitor, he saw Abdul step into the cascade and as he closed the cubicle door, Lindermann flicked a switch.

Abdul's human race disintegrated. The exhibitioner tray swung downwards and he dropped ten feet into duskiness. Something was moving, squashing his feet as it revolved. He screamed but no one heard him in the soundproofed dick. He was slipping down. Something crushed his ankles. He screamed again. He clutched for something to hang back himself up with but there was nothing.

The machine was fully automated, two interlocking one metre diameter one meter full power train wheels pulled his body down crushing his fundament and lower peg, then a horizontal blade came across to break up his straits and bear on his body over. It then paused while the weewee and dickhead drained away before restarting to squeeze the residual of the body. Smaller gear wheels then crushed the osseous tissue and material body into paste and this passed along an auspex to a motorcar 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 persuasion were, but his headland landed in the brain crusher at that precise time and the machine split his skull precisely along the centreline to pull up his brain intact.

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

The machine paused with the torso lying sideways, its brawniness relaxed and waste drained away channelled into a separate chamber away from the build blood and bone.

The process continued, powerful water system jets washed the waste away and the gears started again, crushing his upper thighs and as it approached his hips a razor sharp blade swung out between his stage, impacting behind he root of his cock and removing his cock and balls before swinging away again allowing his genitals to send packing into a refrigerated chamber for future use.

Abdul was long dead. His psyche wandered aimlessly around Hell trying to incur 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 only virgins they had were 90 year old nuns so he was pretty often stuffed

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

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

Kurt pulled on his smart green overalls 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 walking along the tunnel to the pie factory.

For the fair sex it was different, out of respect 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 rain shower room doorway behind her. She undressed and hung her robe and underwear on the peg provided and then stepped into the booth. She turned the tap and fond piss cascaded over her.

Helga watched Amina on the admonisher, she liked what she saw, nice pear shaped tits, decorous length dark hair, not too ugly, she stepped into the cascade room, the ignition lock was simply a dummy, and scooped up Amina's clothes.

Amina was unmindful to this as the cubicle bulwark were opaque she did not realize 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 show me your do it hole."

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

"Burned,"Helga said apologetically,"Fill of lice, disgusting. Now please your know hole, your cunt. present 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 gross woman !"

"Oh beloved, and I had a lovely directly for you in London,"she sighed.

"In Greater London, a compressed and a job ?"Amina asked.

"Oh yes, a nice flat where valet can descend and do it 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 woman of the street,"Amina queried."You expect me to form as a whore ?"

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

"screw hole first, then we take you to see your friends."Helga suggested.

Amina sat down and shyly let Helga ease her thigh apart."Oh dear,"Helga sighed as she saw Amina's misfortunate damaged cunt."This is going to hurt."

Helga ran her fingerbreadth along Amina'disfigured slit rim. The lips had been cut by a pedophile back in Syria many years earlier and made even a gentle 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 tit. Sucked her left nipple and kissed her cheek again. Slowly Amina's cunt moistened and Helga eased her index digit between Amina's piece of tail lips.

Amina winced in pain, but Helga kept her finger's breadth inside her, probing easing further into Amina's rigorous virgin fuck hole. Helga smiled and took a long cut dildo, not much thicker than a outpouring pen from her scoop and slipping her finger out she slipped it inside Amina's cunt.

Amina cried, maybe it ripped her maidenhead. Helga didn't forethought. The dildo had a valve on the end. Helga had a gas piston chamber attached already, a diminutive cylinder pressed to 20 bar. She twisted the piston chamber and Amina screamed as the dildo expanded to four metre its size, stretching her cunt like she had a big sawbuck negro's cock deep inside her. She wailed and passed out.

Amina woke. Her cunt was on blast. 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 cellular phone perhaps.

There was a bed and a chair, nothing else. She was completely naked except for a articulatio radiocarpea band. It was warm. Her cunt was filled by a huge dildo. She tried to pull it out but it was crowing 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 undulation of pleasance sent frisson through her. She forgot the agony. She gently humped up and down on the dildo. Her snatch 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 wretched tinge pussy lip had split. She wanted to arrest but something compelled her to bear on humping. Suddenly she heard her own voice shouting"Yes ! '' Glorious waved of respite and release swept over her.

"Ohhhhh,"she shuddered and Helga walked in.

"fountainhead you certainly are a muddle,"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 undecomposed. Too good, Guiltily good.

"My Friend will soon receive you stitched up,"Helga promised.

Abdul was already well on the way to England, he was part of a batch of Halal Pasties being sent to Bradford and was being heated in the ovens. former parts of him were being used for pig food and fertiliser. His cock was part of a batch destined for a grammatical gender reassignment clinic in Amsterdam and his testicle were part of a mickle being sent to Tunisia. tourer were told the Beduin liked to throw human testis on a string around their necks, but in fact it was the tourer who bought them for $ 20 plus local anesthetic taxis as souvenirs !

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

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

"Of trend you are a bawd,"Helga snapped,"Why you wanked until you bled. Do not worry you will hold flock of cock soon enough."

"I will not wear it !"Amina insisted.

"Then go raw !"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 shenanigan 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 dear,"he complimented her."Smaller than your Friend but very pretty.

"Out !"she wailed.

"Would you like to eat ?"he asked.

"Just a little roll in the hay and you can have a adorable 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 Walter miller in the corridor."How you doing ?"he asked his old buddy.

"Not so bad, you want to follow 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 watch it tonight ?"

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Walt had a six pack of Budweiser, Kurt Waldheim Carlsberg, Anton DuBois a bottleful of white Burgundy and they sat in the office waiting for the TV to lead off on the big screen.

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

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

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

eighter vernal Arab men passed the consultation. The scene changed, a forest clarification. A wooden hut. Men with shot guns.

An explosive singlet, a Cy Young Arab slips it on. He walks up and down. He puts his jacket crown and shirt over it."Don't look so shamefaced,"he is told.

"Walk about outside."

The Edward Young man walks up the woodland path,"Oi Paki !"soul shouts.

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

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

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

Abdul felt the painful sensation briefly before everything went black.

"bingo !"Sgt ‘ genus Pongo'pink laughed as a puff of blue smoke erupted around Abdul's waist. His jacket flew exposed scattering facing and human body and bits of explosive belt over a fifty yard radius. His stage stood still or several seconds. His his caput and shoulders were thrown several feet skywards. Everything from his upper thighs to his axilla was blown sideways over the fifty G radius. Finally his head 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,"genus Pongo laughed."consignment ?"he asked

Three 10s were displayed."Fucking changeling !"genus Pongo laughed."Let the hound 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 man leg off-white while a Rotweiller was eating a glob of flesh. Two soldiers were taking it in turns tossing Abdul's head through a hoops hoop.

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

There was a muffled crack as the five Cypriot pound of semtex hidden up his ass exploded blowing his body to twice its usual size before his tee shirt dungaree and pare split up. Blood and shit and bone blasted upwards and outwards scaring the fox away. The head rolled maybe twenty dollar bill M. The Rotweiller just looked bored.

The picture continued. Six to a greater extent men were blown up in the glade. One blew himself up outside Bradford railway place, during the induce hour on the Zebra hybridisation. A muffled crack, a drag of smoke and his body in two percentage, the wooden leg on the black and white markings. His head and shoulders on the poke 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 distribution channel,"Fortunately no one was hurt,"the announcer said over footage of the man being stretchered away with his psyche missing.

"Is goot ja ?"someone commented

"Only if YouTube show it."

"Could go Viral."

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

twelve self-destruction poor boy, explosive vested with redundant semtex up their asses walk across Westminster bridge towards sevens. The traffic stops. A law car rolls 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 showtime and last in production line exploded. Then another and another.

psyche and shoulders flying skywards. base and legs standing for a few instant. 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. biologic wooing. A food waste hand truck stopped. Body parts thrown in, everything except the heads which were put in bin liners and thrown in the back of the theodolite. 2.08 a ardor truck moved in, hosing the bridge with its piddle carom. 2.15 normality returned.

A Brigadier appeared on screen."I'm not a real Brigadier,"he said,"But I did toy Colonel Melchett in a appearance at the Appollo, Ealing Broadway. What you have just seen is several very stupid person untested men being blown up safely. They wanted to die for ISIL so we obliged. They did not agnize their explosive vests were wireless controlled, but if they had any brains they wouldn't have wanted to die, would they ?"

"The vests come in various versions, the ‘ John Griffith Chaney'requires three different mobile earphone vociferation within five hour, two to arm, and one to fire. The ‘ clearing'simply uses a wireless control decipherer from a poser aircraft."

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

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Amina's conclude failed much sooner 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 Waldheim opened her cell doorway. Amina faced him, her frock reversed. Her tits hanging out."I fuck, I must salute,"she announced.

"I get a beverage,"he agreed.

Amina gulped the limpid greedily, unaware it was 25 % Vodka. Her mind swam pleasantly. She barely noticed Kurt lifting her onto the bed. She had a brief pain in the neck as his short circuit fat cock slid into her cunt but she was past caring.

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

It felt good, a warm turncock pulsing. A undulation of warm cum suddenly swam through his cock and oozed deep into Amina's individual parts.

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

Kurt Waldheim climbed off her and zipped up his pant

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

"I can get soul,"he offered.

"Please,"Amina said drunkenly.

Walt Miller was adjacent. Amina smiled as he shoved his meat in her injure and bleeding love 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 video sitting on Schutz's lap with his cock up her ass while Grosjean fucked her bitch sort of explain things.

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Amina woke with a hangover. Her head was bursting. Her cunt and ass were on fire. Her poor stretch bitch. She explored the legal injury, her fingerbreadth slipped inside, it felt gracious, very nice. Soon she had three fingers inside herself. Wanking. Her first right jacking off. She wanted a shaft and burst into snag. 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 wank till you cum while someone watches,"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 strumpet,"Helga advised,"make us loads of money with your hot tight screwing jam and tight Brown ass."

"Am I going to England ?"Amina asked.

"Of track,"Helga replied,"The male child are there already."

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Postscript

Jenny Bradstock bought Abdul's left bollock off a stall in Tunis and Lily Cartwright bought the other. Heather Ramprakash bought a Pastie with nigh of Abdul's kidneys from a corner store in Bradford, while Mandela and Barma, Ted Oakhursts pet Sus scrofa ate the biggest component of his intestine which went for pig intellectual nourishment. His cock skin was a dear friction match for Tanya who is now Tony, so it is not bazaar to say Abdul's liveliness was wasted .