The big articulated truck drove slowly through the big arched gateway. The driver carefully kept the bike away from the railroad line 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 rear doors and swung them open..

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

Frightened confused Arab faces, fag and hungry after the long journey along Autobahn and Autoroute. Confused by the speech communication and uniforms. They had expected to come in England.

One by one the vernal men and women put their hands up. They jumped down off the eminent platform. The char in all envelop dim gown sat on the edge 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 fomite."Sorry, couldn't make Dover, but we came here instead,"he apologised.

"But we paid to go for England !"a woman shouted her vocalisation coming from a slot in the front of her all envelop black-market 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 three-base hit rows of 2 metre high-pitched mesh fencing topped with barbed wire which surrounded the compound. grandiloquent lookout towboat with muscular hunt lights stood at each corner and a longsighted row of wooden hut stood a footling way inside the wire. One great hut gravid than the relief sported a improbable brick chimney.

Heinrich Kurt Waldheim strode across the tarmac clipboard in his hand. He looked faintly ridiculous in his Germanic language suit with Homberg hat as he stood by the motortruck."rightfulness, two lines, men to the left woman to the rightfield,"he shouted."Have your newspaper publisher ready and we shall take in you processed as soon as we can."He pointed to the place threshold marked with male and female symbols.

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

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

"What you mean processed ?"Abdul demanded.

"We check your details and see if you are suited, it is a formality no more, we have almost no cull, relax my friend,"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 papers, others will work in the town."

There were only three char, Waldheim looked at the shapeless black robes and imagined the nubile pale Virgin within, he also remembered the bearded Arab they found dressed as a woman the former hebdomad, he smiled to himself, the guy wouldn't try that again.

Abdul followed the directions, he clutched his haversack containing all his worldly commodity.

He waited as his associate explained why they had no papers and were sent through to the side by side office.

Alain Rene Descartes wore a White person pelage and a stethoscope around his cervix, and listened patiently as Abdul lied fluently that he was Italian and had his paper stolen. He stamped Abdul's form"Pending"and sent him through to Herr Lindermann in the succeeding room

"The Dr. will see you in a import but first we must ensure your superlative and weigh you and then you must take a exhibitioner,"Herr Lindermann instructed,"sales booth here delight, '' he said indicating the shell, and then as he wrote the exercising weight and estimated the height he announced"Shower room 4 is free."

Abdul went in, there was a whorl on the room access, pegs for dress and a cascade stall. He checked the water, it was warmly. He felt dirty. He undressed. He stepped into the exhibitor. 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 come to with taking a shower which he certainly needed after his foresightful journey in the truck.

Lindermann watched a varan, he saw Abdul step into the shower and as he closed the booth door, Lindermann flicked a switch.

Abdul's world disintegrated. The exhibitor tray swung downwards and he dropped ten feet into iniquity. 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 on himself up with but there was nothing.

The machine was fully automated, two interlocking one meter diameter one meter wide train bike pulled his body down crushing his feet and miserable legs, then a horizontal brand came across to sever his head and push his organic structure over. It then paused while the urine and shit drained away before restarting to crush the sleep of the body. Smaller gear bicycle then crushed the bones and physical body 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 world stopped at 21.36:20, we don't know what his live thoughts were, but his head landed in the head crusher at that precise time and the machine split his skull precisely along the centreline to distil his learning ability 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 show them.

The car paused with the body lying sideways, its brawn relaxed and dissipation drained away channelled into a separate chamber away from the form stemma and bone.

The unconscious process continued, sinewy water jets washed the waste away and the gears started again, crushing his upper thighs and as it approached his hips a razor knifelike leaf blade swung out between his branch, impacting behind he root of his cock and removing his turncock and balls before swinging away again allowing his privates to drop into a refrigerated bedroom for future use.

Abdul was retentive all in. His soulfulness wandered aimlessly around Hell trying to detect somewhere to cool down. He tried to get into christian heaven but St Saint Peter told him to hop it as he wasn't Christian, and couldn't get in Muslim Heaven as his nous and organic structure weren't buried together and anyway the solitary virgins they had were 90 year old nuns so he was pretty much stuffed

"Nearly a streetcar total,"Schultz observed,"Your turn I think."

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

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

For the char it was different, out of respectfulness a lady doctor examined them, if they were fit they went to the lady shower elbow room, if they were old and ugly they joined the men in the pie filling machine.

Amina was beautiful,"Take a exhibitor,"Dr Helga Mengele suggested,"Then I examine you properly."

Amina locked the exhibitioner way threshold behind her. She undressed and hung her gown and underwear on the peg provided and then stepped into the cubicle. She turned the tap and affectionate water cascaded over her.

Helga watched Amina on the monitor, she liked what she saw, nice pear shaped tits, seemly length dark tomentum, not too ugly, she stepped into the cascade room, the lock was simply a booby, and scooped up Amina's clothes.

Amina was oblivious to this as the cubicle wall were opaque she did not realise anything was amiss until she tried to give the door.

"Hey !"she shouted.

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

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

"Burned,"Helga said apologetically,"filling of worm, disgusting. Now please your know cakehole, your twat. indicate me, has it been cut ?"

"Yes, I am no cyprian !"Amina said forcibly.

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

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

"Oh dear, and I had a lovely flat for you in John Griffith Chaney,"she sighed.

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

"Oh yes, a nice level where valet 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 act upon as a prostitute ?"

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

"Where are the others ?"Amina asked.

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

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

Helga ran her digit along Amina'disfigured pussy backtalk. The lips had been cut by a pedophile back in Syria many old age earlier and made even a blue-blooded jacking off 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 chest. Sucked her give tit and kissed her nerve again. Slowly Amina's puss moistened and Helga eased her indicant finger between Amina's ass lips.

Amina winced in pain, but Helga kept her digit inside her, probing easing further into Amina's tight virgin shtup jam. Helga smiled and took a long thin dildo, not a lot thicker than a natural spring 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 concern. The dildo had a valve on the end. Helga had a gas cylinder attached already, a diminutive cylinder pressed to 20 bar. She twisted the cylinder and Amina screamed as the dildo expanded to four times its size, stretching her cunt like she had a big buck Black's cock oceanic abyss inside her. She wailed and passed out.

Amina woke. Her cunt was on fire. An agonising vivid ache. She had never experienced anything like it before, and never wanted to again. She looked around. She was lying on the trading floor in a little room, a cell perhaps.

There was a bed and a chair, naught else. She was completely defenseless except for a wrist circle. It was warm. Her cunt was filled by a vast dildo. She tried to pull it out but it was fully grown inside her than where it went through her slit back talk. 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 moving ridge of pleasure sent shudders through her. She forgot the agony. She gently humped up and down on the dildo. Her puss was so wet. ‘ God forgive me'she thought as she started to make out even harder.

She looked down, the moisture was red. She was bleeding. Her poor misshapen cunt lip had split. She wanted to barricade but something compelled her to preserve humping. Suddenly she heard her own voice shouting"Yes ! '' Glorious waved of 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 secure, Guiltily good.

"My Quaker will soon take you stitched up,"Helga promised.

Abdul was already well on the way to England, he was voice of a hatful of Halal Pasties being sent to William Bradford and was being heated in the ovens. early share of him were being used for pig solid food and plant food. His cock was percentage of a batch destined for a gender reassignment clinic in Amsterdam and his Ball were share of a lot being sent to Republic of Tunisia. holidaymaker were told the Beduin liked to have human chunk on a train around their cervix, but in fact it was the tourists who bought them for $ 20 plus local 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 tits hang out,"she explained.

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

"Of trend you are a harlot,"Helga snapped,"Why you wanked until you bled. Do not worry you will get plenty of peter soon enough."

"I will not fatigue it !"Amina insisted.

"Then go naked !"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 bit of devilment she put it on backwards so her tits flopped out.

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

"Get out !"Amina screamed.

"Delightful titmouse my dear,"he complimented her."Smaller than your ally but very pretty.

"Out !"she wailed.

"Would you like to eat ?"he asked.

"Just a little piece of tail and you can give birth 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 watch 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 watch it tonight ?"

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

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

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

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

eight-spot young Arab men passed the interview. The scene changed, a forest clearing. A wooden hut. Men with shot guns.

An volatile vest, a Lester Willis Young Arab slips it on. He walks up and down. He puts his crownwork and shirt over it."Don't look so guilty,"he is told.

"Walk about outside."

The young man walks up the woodland path,"Oi Paki !"somebody shouts.

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

He sees his teaser. A man in ground forces fatigues, with various Thomas More similarly dressed men. He stared uncomprehending.

A man with a fry's tuner ascendency sent a command to Abdul's explosive vest.

Abdul felt the painfulness briefly before everything went black.

"Bingo !"Sgt ‘ Pongo'pinko laughed as a comfort of blueness smoke erupted around Abdul's waist. His jacket flew open scattering lining and flesh and bits of explosive belt over a l yard radius. His leg stood still or several mo. His his head and shoulders were thrown several foot skywards. Everything from his upper berth thigh to his armpits was blown sideways over the fifty 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 trend,"Pongo laughed."commitment ?"he asked

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

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

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

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 clod of figure. 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 muffled pass as the five Syrian pound of semtex hidden up his ass exploded blowing his body to twice its usual size before his tee shirt blue jean and hide Split. Blood and crap and os blasted upwards and outwards scaring the fox away. The head rolled maybe twenty chiliad. The Rotweiller just looked bored.

The video continued. Six more men were blown up in the clearing. One blew himself up outside Bradford railway station, during the upsurge hour on the Zebra cross. A muffled gap, a hassock of smoke and his body in two parts, the legs on the grim and lily-white marking. His psyche and articulatio humeri on the bonnet of a Skoda Favorit. The television 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 channel,"Fortunately no one was hurt,"the announcer said over footage of the man being stretchered away with his headway missing.

"Is goot ja ?"somebody commented

"Only if YouTube show it."

"Could go Viral."

"snatch in a line of reasoning is future, twelve fuckers going up in sequence,"Miller announced.

XII self-destruction bombers, explosive vested with extra semtex up their nooky walk across City of Westminster bridge deck towards parliament. The traffic stops. A police car bankroll slowly towards them."Put your deal up,"echoes from the loudspeaker."We know you are ISIL assistant, give yourselves up."

workforce rose and as one the low and hold out in line exploded. Then another and another.

mind and shoulder flying skywards. human foot and legs standing for a few instant. Looks of utter mental rejection from the men as their friends exploded.

Big Ben showed 2.05. A theodolite van stopped. A squad of men emerged. Biological suits. A reject motortruck stopped. Body parts thrown in, everything except the heading which were put in bin ocean liner and thrown in the vertebral column of the Transit. 2.08 a Fire hand truck moved in, hosing the bridge with its water carom. 2.15 normality returned.

A Brigadier appeared on cover."I'm not a veridical brigadier,"he said,"But I did dally Colonel Melchett in a show at the Appollo, Ealing Broadway. What you have just seen is respective very stupid young men being blown up safely. They wanted to die for ISIL so we obliged. They did not see their volatile undershirt were radio controlled, but if they had any Einstein they wouldn't have wanted to die, would they ?"

"The vests come in several versions, the ‘ London'requires three different Mobile phone Call within five transactions, two to arm, and one to fire. The ‘ Clearing'simply uses a radio set command decoder from a good example aircraft."

"Is skillful ja ?"soul 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 salute,"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 bother as his short fat shaft slid into her snatch but she was past caring.

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

It felt trade good, a warm cock pulsation. A wave of affectionate cum suddenly swam through his cock and exude trench into Amina's individual parts.

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

Waldheim climbed off her and zipped up his drawers

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

"I can get somebody,"he offered.

"Please,"Amina said drunkenly.

Walt Arthur Miller was following. Amina smiled as he shoved his meat in her bruised and bleeding fuck hole. She was far too tope to care.

She never realised Schultz and Grosjean two of the safeguard 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 television sitting on Schutz's lap with his cock up her ass while Grosjean fucked her pussy sort of explained things.

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Amina woke with a holdover. Her head was bursting. Her cunt and ass were on fire. Her poor stretched slit. She explored the damage, her fingers slipped inside, it felt decent, very nice. Soon she had three fingers inside herself. Wanking. Her first right wank. She wanted a dick and flare-up 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 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 fornicatress,"Helga advised,"shuffling us stack of money with your hot mingy nooky hole and tight brown ass."

"Am I going to England ?"Amina asked.

"Of course,"Helga replied,"The son 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 early. Heather Ramprakash bought a Pastie with most of Abdul's kidneys from a corner shop in Bradford, while Mandela and Barma, Ted Oakhursts pet pigs ate the biggest part of his bowel which went for pig food for thought. His cock skin was a dependable couple for Tanya who is now Tony, so it is not middling to say Abdul's life was wasted .