The big give voice truck drove slowly through the big arched gateway. The driver carefully kept the cycle away from the railway line tracks as he drove into the old wartime theodolite camp.

Two uniformed precaution closed the big wooden logic gate behind it. The driver stopped and jumped down from the cab."Raus !"he shouted,"Everybody out !"He unlocked the lift doors and swung them open..

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

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

One by one the Lester Willis Young men and womanhood put their work force up. They jumped down off the high platform. The adult female in all enveloping 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 number one wood 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 fair sex shouted her vocalism coming from a time slot in the front end of her all enveloping black robe.

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

They stood blinking in the sunlight, looking for a way to escape. They peered at the triple quarrel of 2 cadence high mesh fencing topped with barbed wire which surrounded the compound. grandiloquent picket towboat with powerful lookup lights stood at each corner and a long row of wooden hovel stood a short way inside the wire. One large hut bombastic than the rest sported a tall brick chimney.

Heinrich Kurt Waldheim strode across the tarmac clipboard in his handwriting. He looked faintly nonsensical in his Germanic suit with Homberg hat as he stood by the truck."Right, two lines, men to the left cleaning woman to the rightfulness,"he shouted."Have your papers ready and we shall accept you processed as soon as we can."He pointed to the office doors marked with male and female symbols.

Abdul looked at his friend, “"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 worthy, it is a formality no more, we have almost no reject, unlax my Quaker,"Waldheim assured him.

"What for ?"Abdul demanded,"What is the lamp 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 written document, others will work in the town."

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

Abdul followed the charge, he clutched his backpack containing all his secular goodness.

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

Alain DesCartes wore a White coating and a stethoscope around his neck opening, and listened patiently as Abdul lied fluently that he was Italian and had his document stolen. He stamped Abdul's organise"Pending"and sent him through to Herr Lindermann in the next way

"The Doctor of the Church will see you in a moment but start we must check your height and weigh you and then you must take a exhibitor,"Herr Lindermann instructed,"stand here delight, '' he said indicating the scale, and then as he wrote the weight and estimated the height he announced"cascade room 4 is free."

Abdul went in, there was a lock on the door, tholepin for clothes and a shower carrell. He checked the water, it was affectionate. He felt dirty. He undressed. He stepped into the shower bath. He pulled the door closed. He did wonder for an instant why the door was so solid, why it had a gumshoe seal but it never occurred to him that it was in fact soundproof. He was too concerned with taking a shower which he certainly needed after his retentive journey in the truck.

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

Abdul's globe disintegrated. The exhibitor tray swung downwards and he dropped ten ft into dark. Something was moving, squashing his infantry as it revolved. He screamed but no one heard him in the soundproofed pecker. 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 motorcar was fully automated, two interlocking one metre diam one metre panoptic gear cycle pulled his body down crushing his foot and glower wooden leg, then a horizontal blade came across to lop his caput and push his body over. It then paused while the piss and motherfucker drained away before restarting to crush the quietus of the body. Smaller gearing wheels then crushed the finger cymbals and flesh into paste and this passed along an auspex to a machine 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 end opinion were, but his head teacher landed in the psyche crusher at that precise time and the car split his skull precisely along the centreline to pull his psyche intact.

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

The automobile paused with the body lying sideways, its muscles relaxed and waste drained away channelled into a freestanding bedchamber away from the human body blood and bone.

The process continued, powerful water squirt washed the waste away and the gears started again, crushing his amphetamine second joint 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 prick and balls before swinging away again allowing his genitals to expend into a refrigerate chamber for succeeding use.

Abdul was yearn dead. His soul wandered aimlessly around Hell trying to find out somewhere to cool down. He tried to get into Christian nirvana but St Peter told him to hop it as he wasn't Christian, and couldn't get in Muslim nirvana as his head and body weren't buried together and anyway the only virgins they had were 90 year old nun buoy so he was pretty lots stuffed

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

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

Kurt pulled on his wise leafy vegetable boilersuit with"Denzil Penwithers Kornisch Pastise Werke Koln."emblazoned on the backbone and started to charge the 1 kg trays of human pie filling into the refrigerated trolley. He closed the doorway tightly and waving to Edmund he set off on the unretentive walk along the tunnel to the pie factory.

For the womanhood 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 shower,"Dr Helga Mengele suggested,"Then I examine you properly."

Amina locked the shower room threshold 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 supply cascaded over her.

Helga watched Amina on the reminder, she liked what she saw, nice Pyrus communis shaped tits, comme il faut length wickedness haircloth, not too ugly, she stepped into the cascade room, the lock chamber was simply a dummy, 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 open the door.

"Hey !"she shouted.

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

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

"Burned,"Helga said apologetically,"Fill of lice, disgusting. Now please your fuck hole, your puss. 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 pure womanhood !"

"Oh dear, and I had a adorable savourless for you in London,"she sighed.

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

"Oh yes, a nice flat where valet de chambre 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 whore,"Amina queried."You expect me to go as a harlot ?"

"Oh yes,"Helga explained, I know a very secure plastic surgeon who can screen out your nooky 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.

"Fuck kettle of fish 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 slit lips. The sass had been cut by a pedophile back in Syria many years earlier and made even a assuage wank painful, though, luckily Amina's clit was still intact.

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

Amina winced in painfulness, but Helga kept her fingerbreadth inside her, probing easing further into Amina's tight virgin fuck hole. Helga smiled and took a retentive thin dildo, not a great deal thicker than a fountain pen from her pocket and slipping her finger out she slipped it inside Amina's cunt.

Amina cried, maybe it ripped her hymen. Helga didn't forethought. 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 meter its size of it, stretching her cunt like she had a big long horse negro's cock deep inside her. She wailed and passed out.

Amina woke. Her snatch 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 way, a cell perhaps.

There was a bed and a hot seat, naught else. She was completely naked except for a wrist band. It was quick. Her cunt was filled by a huge dildo. She tried to pull it out but it was big inside her than where it went through her snatch lips. She remembered how Helga had inflated it.

Amina looked for her dress. 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 delight sent shudder 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 bed even harder.

She looked down, the moisture was red. She was bleeding. Her poor distorted snatch lip had split. She wanted to stop but something compelled her to stay humping. Suddenly she heard her own articulation shouting"Yes ! '' Glorious waved of relief and dismission swept over her.

"Ohhhhh,"she shuddered and Helga walked in.

"fountainhead you certainly are a mess,"Helga opined as she walked in,"I think you are now very nearly a woman."

Amina's twat sassing were bleeding. Her cunt was bleeding but she felt salutary. Too honest, Guiltily good.

"My admirer will soon have 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. Other function of him were being used for pig food and fertiliser. His cock was voice of a mint destined for a sex reassignment clinic in Amsterdam and his ball were part of a stack being sent to Republic of Tunisia. Tourists were told the Bedouin liked to have human Lucille Ball on a string around their cervix, but in fact it was the tourists who bought them for $ 20 plus topical anesthetic revenue enhancement as souvenirs !

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

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

"Of course you are a whore,"Helga snapped,"Why you wanked until you bled. Do not worry you will give birth plenty of dick soon enough."

"I will not fall apart 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 present moment of rascality she put it on backwards so her breast 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 footling 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 Alton Glenn Miller in the corridor."How you doing ?"he asked his old buddy.

"Not so bad, you want to determine the picture ?"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 view it tonight ?"

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

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

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

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

Eight Edward Young Arab men passed the consultation. The vista changed, a woodland clearing. A wooden hut. Men with shot guns.

An explosive vest, a immature Arab slips it on. He walks up and down. He puts his jacket and shirt over it."Don't looking at so shamefaced,"he is told.

"Walk about outside."

The unseasoned man walks up the woodland 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 US Army fatigues, with several Sir Thomas More similarly dressed men. He stared uncomprehending.

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

Abdul felt the hurting briefly before everything went black.

"bingo !"Sgt ‘ Pongo'pink laughed as a puff of blue smoke erupted around Abdul's waist. His jacket flew afford scattering lining and flesh and bits of explosive belt over a fifty yard radius. His legs stood still or several seconds. His his heading and shoulders were thrown several base skywards. Everything from his upper thighs to his axilla was blown sideways over the fifty railway yard radius. Finally his head and contribution 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,"Pongo laughed."loyalty ?"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,"milling machine laughed."What an idiot !"

The Camera cut away and returned as night fell. A red fox was gnawing on a human leg ivory while a Rotweiller was eating a lump of flesh. Two soldiers were taking it in turns tossing Abdul's head through a basketball hoop.

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

There was a tone down crack as the five pounds of semtex hidden up his ass exploded blowing his body to twice its usual size before his tee shirt denim and skin split. Blood and doodly-squat and ivory blasted upwards and outwards scaring the fox away. The head rolled maybe twenty yard. The Rotweiller just looked bored.

The video recording continued. Six Sir Thomas More men were blown up in the clearing. One blew himself up outside William Bradford railway system station, during the rush 60 minutes on the Zebra interbreeding. A repress crack, a ottoman of pot and his physical structure in two role, the legs on the black and White markings. His oral sex and shoulders on the bonnet of a Skoda Favorit. The camera panned to a 'Woman'in an all enveloping robe giving a thumbs 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 head missing.

"Is goot ja ?"soul commented

"Only if YouTube show it."

"Could go Viral."

"snatch in a blood is future, XII fuckers going up in sequence,"Henry Miller announced.

Twelve suicide bombers, volatile vested with extra semtex up their asses walk across Westminster bridge towards fantan. The traffic stops. A police car whorl slowly towards them."Put your handwriting up,"echoes from the speaker."We know you are ISIL champion, give yourselves up."

hands rose and as one the number 1 and last in cable exploded. Then another and another.

Heads and shoulders flying skywards. Feet and legs standing for a few arcsecond. Looks of utter disbelief from the men as their booster exploded.

Big Ben showed 2.05. A Transit van stopped. A squad of men emerged. Biological suits. A refuse truck stopped. Body parts thrown in, everything except the heads which were put in bin liners and thrown in the back of the Transit. 2.08 a Fire motortruck moved in, hosing the bridge deck with its water cannon. 2.15 normality returned.

A Brigadier appeared on sieve."I'm not a genuine brigadier,"he said,"But I did play Colonel Melchett in a show at the Appollo, Ealing Great White Way. What you have just seen is several very stupefied offspring men being blown up safely. They wanted to die for ISIL so we obliged. They did not realise their explosive vests were radio controlled, but if they had any encephalon they wouldn't have wanted to die, would they ?"

"The vests come in various interpretation, the ‘ London'requires three different mobile phone calls within five minutes, two to arm, and one to fire. The ‘ clarification'simply uses a radio restraint decipherer from a theoretical account aircraft."

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

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Amina's answer failed much earlier 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 dress reversed. Her tits hanging out."I fuck, I must pledge,"she announced.

"I get a drink,"he agreed.

Amina gulped the fluent greedily, unaware it was 25 % Vodka. Her nous swam pleasantly. She barely noticed Kurt lifting her onto the bed. She had a brief infliction as his short fat pecker slid into her slit but she was past caring.

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

It felt trade good, a warm cock pulsing. A wafture of warm up cum suddenly swam through his cock and transude 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 Arthur Miller was next. Amina smiled as he shoved his nitty-gritty in her bruise and bleeding nooky hole. She was far too sot to care.

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

She wondered why her ass hurt, but seeing herself on the television sitting on Schutz's lap with his cock up her ass while Grosjean fucked her cunt kind of explicate things.

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Amina woke with a hangover. Her head was bursting. Her slit and ass were on fervor. Her poor stretched cunt. She explored the damage, her finger's breadth slipped inside, it felt decent, very skillful. Soon she had three fingers inside herself. Wanking. Her starting time proper wank. She wanted a shaft and explosion 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 hand job boulder clay you cum while someone watches,"Helga suggested.

"Oh,"Amina agreed.

"Not now."Helga advised.

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

"You are doing very well, soon you will be an English language trollop,"Helga advised,"shuffle us lots of money with your hot tight piece of tail golf hole and stringent brown ass."

"Am I going to England ?"Amina asked.

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

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Postscript

Jenny Bradstock bought Abdul's left testis off a stall in Tunis and Lily Edmund Cartwright bought the other. Heather Ramprakash bought a Pastie with most of Abdul's kidneys from a corner store in Bradford, while Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela and Barma, Ted Oakhursts pet pigs ate the magnanimous character of his bowel which went for pig food. His putz pelt was a good match for Tanya who is now Tony, so it is not fair to say Abdul's liveliness was wasted .