The big articulated truck drove slowly through the big arched gateway. The device driver carefully kept the wheels away from the railway rail as he drove into the old wartime passage camp.

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

Anxious faces peered out over the boxful in the back of the semi."Out, Raus !"the uniformed sentry go shouted as stood waiting rifles in hand.

Frightened confused Arabian faces, fag out and thirsty after the long journey along Autobahn and Autoroute. Confused by the speech communication and uniforms. They had expected to get in England.

One by one the young men and women put their custody up. They jumped down off the senior high school platform. The women in all enclose black robe sat on the sharpness of the room access 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 articulation coming from a slot in the front of her all enclose 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 run away. They peered at the triad row of 2 metre high mesh fencing topped with barbed wire which surrounded the compound. grandiloquent watch tower with knock-down search lights stood at each street corner and a prospicient row of wooden hutch stood a little way inside the telegram. One orotund hut larger than the sleep sported a tall brick chimney.

Heinrich Waldheim strode across the tarmac clipboard in his hand. He looked faintly pathetic in his Germanic suit with Homberg hat as he stood by the truck."Right, two production line, men to the bequeath women to the right,"he shouted."Have your composition set and we shall possess you processed as soon as we can."He pointed to the office doors marked with male person and female symbols.

Abdul looked at his supporter, “"What does he stand for processed ?"he asked.

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

"What you mean processed ?"Abdul demanded.

"We check your point and see if you are suitable, it is a formality no more, we have almost no rejects, loose my friend,"Waldheim assured him.

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

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

There were only three women, Waldheim looked at the shapeless black robe and imagined the nubile pale Virgo within, he also remembered the bearded Arab they found dressed as a woman the previous hebdomad, 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 companions explained why they had no newspaper and were sent through to the side by side office.

Alain 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 papers stolen. He stamped Abdul's mannikin"Pending"and sent him through to Herr Lindermann in the side by side room

"The physician will see you in a instant but 1st we must crack your height and weigh you and then you must take a cascade,"Herr Lindermann instructed,"pedestal here please, '' he said indicating the scales, and then as he wrote the weightiness and estimated the height he announced"shower bath way 4 is free."

Abdul went in, there was a lock chamber on the door, pegs for apparel and a shower carrel. He checked the water, it was warm. He felt dirty. He undressed. He stepped into the cascade. He pulled the door closed. He did wonder for an instant 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 concerned with taking a exhibitioner which he certainly needed after his recollective journey in the truck.

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

Abdul's world disintegrated. The shower tray swung downwards and he dropped ten understructure into shadow. Something was moving, squashing his foundation as it revolved. He screamed but no one heard him in the soundproofed shot. He was slipping down. Something crushed his articulatio talocruralis. He screamed again. He clutched for something to drag himself up with but there was nothing.

The machine was fully automated, two interlocking one meter diameter one metre all-inclusive train wheels pulled his body down crushing his feet and lower legs, then a horizontal brand came across to sever his foreland and drive his body over. It then paused while the urine and shit drained away before restarting to mash the remainder of the physical structure. Smaller gear rack then crushed the os and bod 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 existence stopped at 21.36:20, we don't know what his last thoughts were, but his head landed in the top dog crusher at that precise sentence and the machine split his skull precisely along the centreline to take out his mental capacity 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 read them.

The machine paused with the body lying sideways, its sinew relaxed and waste drained away channelled into a break bedchamber away from the form rip and bone.

The outgrowth continued, powerful water jets washed the waste matter away and the paraphernalia started again, crushing his upper thighs and as it approached his hips a razor sharp blade swung out between his peg, 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 sleeping room for future use.

Abdul was retentive dead. His soul wandered aimlessly around Hades trying to find somewhere to cool down 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 much stuffed

"Nearly a trolley full-of-the-moon,"Schultz observed,"Your turn I think."

"Ja, I need to debase my legs,"his fellow worker agreed and he went to load up the trolley.

Kurt pulled on his impertinent special K overalls with"Denzil Penwithers Kornisch Pastise Werke Koln."emblazoned on the binding and started to adulterate the 1 kg trays of human pie filling into the refrigerated tramcar. He closed the doors tightly and waving to Edmund he set off on the short circuit walk along the tunnel to the pie factory.

For the woman it was unlike, out of respect a gentlewoman doctor examined them, if they were fit they went to the ma'am 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 shower bath room door behind her. She undressed and hung her gown and underclothing on the peg provided and then stepped into the cubicle. She turned the tap and fond water cascaded over her.

Helga watched Amina on the monitor, she liked what she saw, courteous Pyrus communis shaped tits, decent duration dark hair, not too ugly, she stepped into the shower room, the curl was simply a blank, and scooped up Amina's clothes.

Amina was unmindful to this as the booth bulwark were opaque she did not realise anything was wrong until she tried to spread out the door.

"Hey !"she shouted.

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

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

"Burned,"Helga said apologetically,"Fill of lice, disgusting. Now please your be intimate hole, your cunt. testify 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 woman !"

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

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

"Oh yes, a nice categorical where gentleman can come and have it away you. It is in Lewisham,"Helga explained."You do a calendar week education in Amsterdam on the streets and then we take you to London."

"As a fancy woman,"Amina queried."You expect me to mould as a whore ?"

"Oh yes,"Helga explained, I know a very good plastic sawbones who can sort your fuck lips. He does all the royal stag princesses from the disconnection when they go university and cuts them again when they want to marry."

"Where are the others ?"Amina asked.

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

Amina sat down and shyly let Helga allay 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 snatch lips. The back talk had been cut by a pedophile back in Syria many years earlier and made even a pacify 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 breast. Sucked her will mammilla and kissed her cheek again. Slowly Amina's slit moistened and Helga eased her index finger between Amina's fuck lips.

Amina winced in infliction, but Helga kept her finger inside her, probing easing further into Amina's compressed Virgo fuck cakehole. Helga smiled and took a long fragile dildo, not much thicker than a jet pen from her sack and slipping her finger out she slipped it inside Amina's cunt.

Amina cried, maybe it ripped her maidenhead. Helga didn't maintenance. 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 times its size of it, stretching her cunt like she had a big buck negro's cock deep inside her. She wailed and passed out.

Amina woke. Her cunt was on fire. An agonising acute ache. She had never experienced anything like it before, and never wanted to again. She looked around. She was lying on the story in a small elbow room, a jail cell perhaps.

There was a bed and a chair, zippo else. She was completely bare except for a wrist band. It was warm. Her cunt was filled by a huge dildo. She tried to commit it out but it was bigger inside her than where it went through her cunt sassing. She remembered how Helga had inflated it.

Amina looked for her wearing apparel. 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 cunt was so wet. ‘ God forgive me'she thought as she started to have intercourse even harder.

She looked down, the moisture was red. She was bleeding. Her poor garble puss lip had split. She wanted to block up but something compelled her to continue humping. Suddenly she heard her own part shouting"Yes ! '' Glorious waved of reliever and handout 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 snatch lips were bleeding. Her cunt was bleeding but she felt undecomposed. Too upright, Guiltily good.

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

Abdul was already well on the way to England, he was division of a lot 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 fertilizer. His rooster was contribution of a batch destined for a gender reassignment clinic in Amsterdam and his balls were part of a batch being sent to Tunisia. tourist were told the Beduin liked to have human being balls on a chain around their necks, but in fact it was the tourists who bought them for $ 20 plus local taxis as token !

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

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

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

"I will not fall apart it !"Amina insisted.

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

"I should rather famish,"Amina replied.

Amina waited until Helga was gone, she touched the Minidress, held it against herself and put it on, then in a minute of devilment 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 tit my love,"he complimented her."Smaller than your admirer but very pretty.

"Out !"she wailed.

"Would you like to eat ?"he asked.

"Just a small piece of tail and you can deliver a adorable 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 Kurt Waldheim sadly walked away but cheered up when he met Walter Arthur 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 !"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 ingroup of Budweiser, Kurt Waldheim Carlsberg, Anton DuBois a feeding bottle of Chablis and they sat in the office waiting for the video recording to lead off on the big screen.

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

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

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

Ashcan School unseasoned Arab men passed the consultation. The scenery changed, a timber clearing. A wooden hut. Men with gibe guns.

An explosive waistcoat, a Loretta Young Arab slips it on. He walks up and down. He puts his jacket and shirt over it."Don't spirit so guilty,"he is told.

"Walk about outside."

The untested 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 tormenter. A man in Army weariness, with several more similarly dressed men. He stared uncomprehending.

A man with a child's radio set control sent a dictation to Abdul's volatile vest.

Abdul felt the pain briefly before everything went black.

"Bingo !"Sgt ‘ Pongo'garden pink laughed as a whiff of aristocratic smoke erupted around Abdul's shank. His crown flew open scattering lining and flesh and bits of explosive belt over a fifty yard r. His pegleg stood still or several irregular. His his read/write head and berm were thrown several feet skywards. Everything from his pep pill thigh to his axillary cavity was blown sideways over the L yard 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,"Pongo laughed."committal ?"he asked

Three 10s were displayed."Fucking half-wit !"Pongo laughed."Let the Canis familiaris out someone."

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

"More like a six than a nine,"Arthur Miller laughed."What an idiot !"

The Camera cut away and returned as dark 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 hoops hoop.

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

There was a tone down crack as the five dog pound of semtex hidden up his ass exploded blowing his body to twice its usual size of it before his tee shirt blue jean and hide split. Blood and bullshit and bone blasted upwards and outwards scaring the fox away. The head rolled maybe twenty yards. The Rotweiller just looked bored.

The picture continued. Six more men were blown up in the glade. One blew himself up outside Bradford railway post, during the rush hr on the Zebra carrefour. A tone down chap, a drag of heater and his body in two theatrical role, the legs on the pitch-black and white markings. His head and shoulders on the cowl of a Skoda Favorit. The tv camera panned to a 'Woman'in an all enveloping robe giving a thumbs up while holding a mobile phone.

The footage changed to a TV duct,"Fortunately no one was hurt,"the announcer said over footage of the man being stretchered away with his top dog missing.

"Is goot ja ?"someone commented

"Only if YouTube show it."

"Could go Viral."

"puss in a melodic line is side by side, xii fuckers going up in sequence,"Miller announced.

12 suicide Cuban sandwich, explosive vested with spear carrier semtex up their asses walk across City of Westminster span towards fantan. The traffic stops. A police force car bankroll slowly towards them."Put your hands up,"echoes from the loudspeaker."We know you are ISIL protagonist, give yourselves up."

helping hand rose and as one the initiative and final stage in line exploded. Then another and another.

Heads and shoulders flying skywards. fundament and legs standing for a few seconds. look of utter disbelief from the men as their ally exploded.

Big Ben showed 2.05. A Transit van stopped. A squad of men emerged. biological suits. A resist truck stopped. trunk office thrown in, everything except the fountainhead which were put in bin liners and thrown in the back of the passage. 2.08 a blast truck moved in, hosing the bridge with its water system cannon. 2.15 normalcy returned.

A Brigadier appeared on screen."I'm not a genuine brigadier general,"he said,"But I did recreate Colonel Melchett in a show at the Appollo, Ealing Broadway. What you have just seen is several very dullard young 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 brains they wouldn't have wanted to die, would they ?"

"The vest come in respective version, the ‘ London'requires three different roving phone birdcall within five minutes, two to arm, and one to fire. The ‘ Clearing'simply uses a radio control decipherer from a model aircraft."

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

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Amina's resolve failed much sooner than she expected. Two days. Her throat was dry like the Gobi Desert 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 drink,"she announced.

"I get a drink,"he agreed.

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

"Now you are side missy, fucked when drunk,"Kurt Waldheim announced as he fucked her.

It felt good, a fond cock pulsing. A moving ridge of warm cum suddenly swam through his dick and oozed deep into Amina's common soldier 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 pith in her hurt and bleeding fuck yap. 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 television on PornoTuba Italia later.

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

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Amina woke with a katzenjammer. Her head teacher was bursting. Her cunt and ass were on fire. Her poor stretch out puss. She explored the damage, her fingerbreadth slipped inside, it felt nice, very decent. Soon she had three fingers inside herself. Wanking. Her first proper wank. She wanted a shaft and fit 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 intellectual nourishment, OK ?"

"Please no."Amina pleaded.

"Or wank boulder clay you cum while mortal picket,"Helga suggested.

"Oh,"Amina agreed.

"Not now."Helga advised.

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

"You are doing very well, soon you will be an English jade,"Helga advised,"shuffling us flock of money with your hot tight piece of ass fix and rigorous John Brown ass."

"Am I going to England ?"Amina asked.

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

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Postscript

jennet Bradstock bought Abdul's left bollock off a booth in Tunis and Lily Cartwright bought the other. Heather Ramprakash bought a Pastie with nearly of Abdul's kidneys from a corner shop in Bradford, while Mandela and Barma, Ted Oakhursts pet cop ate the bounteous section of his intestines which went for pig food. His cock skin was a thoroughly mates for Tanya who is now Tony, so it is not sightly to say Abdul's biography was wasted .