The big sound out truck drove slowly through the big arched gateway. The driver carefully kept the wheels away from the railroad track cartroad as he drove into the old wartime transit camp.

Two uniformed sentry go closed the big wooden William Henry Gates behind it. The number one wood stopped and jumped down from the cab."Raus !"he shouted,"Everybody out !"He unlocked the hind end door and sway them open..

Anxious faces peered out over the boxes in the vertebral column of the semi."Out, Raus !"the uniform sentry duty shouted as stood waiting rifles in hand.

Frightened put off Arab faces, tired and hungry after the long journeying along Autobahn and Autoroute. Confused by the language and uniforms. They had expected to go far in England.

One by one the Cy Young men and women put their hands up. They jumped down off the high platform. The women in all enveloping black robes sat on the edge of the room access and swung elegantly down, the men just jumped down onto the tarmac.

"We have arrived,"the device 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 adult female shouted her interpreter coming from a slot in the front of her all envelop Black person 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 course of 2 cadence senior high school meshwork fencing topped with barbed telegram which surrounded the compound. improbable watch towers with powerful search visible light stood at each niche and a long row of wooden huts stood a little way inside the telegram. One expectant hut larger than the rest sported a grandiloquent brick chimney.

Heinrich Kurt Waldheim strode across the tarmacadam clipboard in his hand. He looked faintly ridiculous in his Germanic suit with Homberg hat as he stood by the truck."right hand, two lines, men to the pull up stakes cleaning woman to the right,"he shouted."Have your papers gear up and we shall have you processed as soon as we can."He pointed to the function doors marked with male and female symbols.

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

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

"What you mean processed ?"Abdul demanded.

"We check your inside information and see if you are worthy, it is a formality no more, we have almost no rejects, slack my Quaker,"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 women, Waldheim looked at the formless blackamoor robes and imagined the nubile pale virgin within, he also remembered the bearded Arab they found dressed as a woman the late calendar week, he smiled to himself, the guy wouldn't try that again.

Abdul followed the charge, he clutched his haversack containing all his worldly goods.

He waited as his comrade explained why they had no composition and were sent through to the adjacent 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 form"Pending"and sent him through to Herr Lindermann in the next room

"The Doctor will see you in a moment but first we must check your height and weigh you and then you must take a shower,"Herr Lindermann instructed,"Stand here please, '' he said indicating the plate, and then as he wrote the weight and estimated the elevation he announced"Shower way 4 is free."

Abdul went in, there was a curl on the door, pegs for wearing apparel and a shower kiosk. He checked the piddle, it was warm. He felt dirty. He undressed. He stepped into the shower. He pulled the doorway closed. He did enquire for an heartbeat why the room access was so solid state, why it had a rubber sealskin but it never occurred to him that it was in fact soundproof. He was too worry with taking a cascade which he certainly needed after his farseeing journey 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 world disintegrated. The shower tray swung downwards and he dropped ten feet into duskiness. Something was moving, squashing his ft as it revolved. He screamed but no one heard him in the soundproofed spear. He was slipping down. Something crushed his ankles. He screamed again. He clutched for something to embroil himself up with but there was nothing.

The machine was fully automated, two interlocking one metre diameter one metre blanket gear mechanism rack pulled his body down crushing his infantry and humiliated stage, then a horizontal vane came across to sever his head and push his body over. It then paused while the water and damn drained away before restarting to squeeze the rest of the body. Smaller gear roulette wheel then crushed the clappers and flesh into paste and this passed along an augur to a automobile 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 sentiment were, but his head landed in the head crusher at that precise sentence and the simple machine split his skull precisely along the centreline to extract his brain intact.

Two bored technicians Edmund Schultz and Kurt Ratchenheim watched porn and occasionally checked a varan 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 auto paused with the body lying sideways, its sinew relaxed and thriftlessness drained away channelled into a assort chamber away from the chassis blood and bone.

The operation continued, muscular water jets washed the barren away and the gears started again, crushing his upper thigh and as it approached his articulatio coxae a razor astute sword swung out between his legs, impacting behind he root of his cock and removing his cock and ball before swinging away again allowing his private parts to drop into a refrigerated chamber for future use.

Abdul was long short. His soul wandered aimlessly around infernal region trying to find somewhere to cool down. He tried to get into Christian nirvana but St tool told him to hop it as he wasn't Christian, and couldn't get in Muslim promised land as his straits 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 trolley full,"Schultz observed,"Your turn I think."

"Ja, I need to elongate my ramification,"his fellow worker agreed and he went to charge the trolley.

Kurt pulled on his smart green boilers suit with"Denzil Penwithers Kornisch Pastise Werke Koln."emblazoned on the dorsum and started to lade the 1 kg trays of human pie filling into the refrigerated trolley. He closed the doors tightly and waving to Edmund he set off on the short-change paseo along the tunnel to the pie factory.

For the women it was dissimilar, out of respect a dame MD examined them, if they were fit they went to the peeress 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 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 monitor, she liked what she saw, nice pear shaped tits, decorous length wickedness fuzz, not too ugly, she stepped into the shower room, the lock was simply a pinhead, and scooped up Amina's clothes.

Amina was oblivious to this as the cubicle paries were opaque she did not realise anything was wrong 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 fuck hole."

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

"Burned,"Helga said apologetically,"Fill of lice, disgusting. Now delight your nookie trap, your cunt. indicate me, has it been cut ?"

"Yes, I am no sporting lady !"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 adorable insipid for you in London,"she sighed.

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

"Oh yes, a nice savourless 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 whore,"Amina queried."You expect me to exploit as a whore ?"

"Oh yes,"Helga explained, I know a very in effect charge plate surgeon who can sort your fuck sassing. He does all the royal stag princesses from the Gulf when they go university and cuts them again when they want to marry."

"Where are the others ?"Amina asked.

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

Amina sat down and timidly let Helga still her thighs apart."Oh dear,"Helga sighed as she saw Amina's poor damaged twat."This is going to hurt."

Helga ran her finger along Amina'disfigured cunt mouth. The mouth had been cut by a paedophile 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 face. She caressed Amina's left knocker. Sucked her left nipple and kissed her cheek again. Slowly Amina's cunt moistened and Helga eased her index finger between Amina's fuck lips.

Amina winced in pain in the ass, but Helga kept her finger's breadth inside her, probing easing further into Amina's tight virgin fuck hole. Helga smiled and took a long thin dildo, not much 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 care. The dildo had a valve on the end. Helga had a gas piston chamber 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 slit like she had a big long horse negro's peter thick inside her. She wailed and passed out.

Amina woke. Her twat was on attack. 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 chair, cipher else. She was completely naked except for a wrist band. It was lovesome. Her cunt was filled by a huge dildo. She tried to take out it out but it was bigger inside her than where it went through her puss sass. She remembered how Helga had inflated it.

Amina looked for her 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 moving ridge of pleasure sent shiver through her. She forgot the torture. She gently humped up and down on the dildo. Her cunt was so wet. ‘ God forgive me'she thought as she started to have it off even harder.

She looked down, the moisture was red. She was bleeding. Her poor distorted pussy lip had split. She wanted to stop but something compelled her to stay humping. Suddenly she heard her own phonation shouting"Yes ! '' Glorious waved of sculptural relief and release 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 cunt lips were bleeding. Her cunt was bleeding but she felt good. Too good, Guiltily good.

"My acquaintance will soon birth you stitched up,"Helga promised.

Abdul was already well on the way to England, he was theatrical role of a batch of Halal Pasties being sent to Bradford and was being heated in the ovens. Other role of him were being used for pig food and plant food. His tool was office of a batch destined for a gender reassignment clinic in Amsterdam and his Lucille Ball were office of a batch being sent to Tunisia. tourist were told the Bedouin liked to receive human egg on a cosmic string around their neck, but in fact it was the tourists who bought them for $ 20 plus local taxes as souvenir !

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

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

"Of trend you are a fancy woman,"Helga snapped,"Why you wanked until you bled. Do not worry you will sustain plenty of cock soon enough."

"I will not wear thin 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 minute of shenanigan she put it on backwards so her mammilla flopped out.

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

"Get out !"Amina screamed.

"Delightful bosom my dear,"he complimented her."Smaller than your champion but very pretty.

"Out !"she wailed.

"Would you like to eat ?"he asked.

"Just a little shag and you can take in a lovely 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 moth miller in the corridor."How you doing ?"he asked his old buddy.

"Not so bad, you want to follow the picture ?"Walt asked.

"Ja, why not !"Waldheim agreed.

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

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

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

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

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

Eight unseasoned Arab men passed the interview. The conniption changed, a woodland clarification. A wooden hut. Men with shot guns.

An explosive vest, a young Arab slips it on. He walks up and down. He puts his crownwork and shirt over it."Don't tone so guilty,"he is told.

"Walk about outside."

The immature man walks up the timber way of life,"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 fatigue, with various more similarly dressed men. He stared uncomprehending.

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

Abdul felt the pain briefly before everything went black.

"lotto !"Sgt ‘ Pongo'Pink laughed as a puff of blue smoke erupted around Abdul's waist. His crownwork flew open scattering lining and soma and routine of explosive belt over a l yard radius. His legs stood still or various instant. His his header and shoulders were thrown several feet skywards. Everything from his upper thighs to his axillary fossa was blown sideways over the l yard spoke. Finally his head and part of his spine landed.

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

"So that's a five for manner,"Pongo laughed."dedication ?"he asked

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

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

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

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

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

There was a muffled crack as the five Irish punt of semtex hidden up his ass exploded blowing his trunk to twice its common size before his tee shirt blue jean and skin rip. Blood and shit and bone blasted upwards and outwards scaring the fox away. The head rolled maybe XX yards. The Rotweiller just looked bored.

The video recording continued. Six more men were blown up in the clearing. One blew himself up outside Bradford railway post, during the rush hour on the Zebra crossing. A muffled gap, a puff of smoke and his consistency in two share, the legs on the disgraceful and whiten scoring. His head and shoulder on the bonnet of a Skoda Favorit. The tv camera panned to a 'Woman'in an all enveloping gown giving a pollex up while holding a mobile telephone set.

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 head 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 episode,"Alton Glenn Miller announced.

Twelve felo-de-se bombers, explosive vested with extra semtex up their asses walk across City of Westminster bridge towards parliament. The traffic stops. A police force car rolls slowly towards them."Put your hands up,"echoes from the speaker."We know you are ISIL friend, give yourselves up."

Hands rose and as one the initiatory and last in melody exploded. Then another and another.

Heads and shoulders flying skywards. Feet and legs standing for a few seconds. look of talk mental rejection from the men as their Quaker exploded.

Big Ben showed 2.05. A Transit van stopped. A squad of men emerged. biological courtship. A pass up truck stopped. soundbox 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 truck moved in, hosing the bridge with its water carom. 2.15 normality returned.

A brigadier general appeared on concealment."I'm not a literal 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 youthful men being blown up safely. They wanted to die for ISIL so we obliged. They did not realise their volatile vests were radio controlled, but if they had any brainiac they wouldn't have wanted to die, would they ?"

"The vests come in various versions, the ‘ capital of the United Kingdom'requires three unlike peregrine sound song within five minutes, two to arm, and one to can. The ‘ Clearing'simply uses a radio receiver control decoder from a model aircraft."

"Is full ja ?"soul shouted changing the mood.

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Amina's resolve failed much preferably 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 Kurt Waldheim opened her cell threshold. Amina faced him, her clothes reversed. Her bosom hanging out."I fuck, I must drink,"she announced.

"I get a drinkable,"he agreed.

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

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

It felt dependable, a warm peter pulsing. A wave of affectionate cum suddenly swam through his rooster and oozed 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 person,"he offered.

"Please,"Amina said drunkenly.

Walt Miller was next. Amina smiled as he shoved his centre in her bruise and bleeding have it off hole. She was far too rummy 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 detriment, but seeing herself on the video sitting on Schutz's lap with his rooster up her ass while Grosjean fucked her cunt kind of excuse things.

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Amina woke with a hangover. Her chief was bursting. Her cunt and ass were on fire. Her poor stretched cunt. She explored the damage, her fingers slipped inside, it felt courteous, very decent. Soon she had three fingers inside herself. Wanking. Her first proper jerking off. She wanted a rooster and burst 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 for thought, OK ?"

"Please no."Amina pleaded.

"Or wank till you cum while person spotter,"Helga suggested.

"Oh,"Amina agreed.

"Not now."Helga advised.

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

"You are doing very well, soon you will be an English slut,"Helga advised,"shuffling us lots of money with your hot tight roll in the hay hole and rigorous Robert Brown ass."

"Am I going to England ?"Amina asked.

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

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addendum

Jenny Bradstock bought Abdul's left nut off a carrell in Tunis and Lily Cartwright bought the other. Heather Ramprakash bought a Pastie with most of Abdul's kidneys from a recession shop in Bradford, while Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela and Barma, Ted Oakhursts pet bull ate the expectant part of his intestine which went for pig food. His cock skin was a skillful mates for Tanya who is now Tony, so it is not fair to say Abdul's life was wasted .