The big articulated motortruck drove slowly through the big arched gateway. The device driver carefully kept the wheels away from the railroad line tracks as he drove into the old wartime transit camp.

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

Anxious faces peered out over the boxes in the spine of the semi."Out, Raus !"the uniformed guards shouted as stood waiting rifles in hand.

Frightened at sea Arab faces, fag and hungry after the hanker journeying along Autobahn and Autoroute. Confused by the language and uniforms. They had expected to make it in England.

One by one the untested men and women put their hands up. They jumped down off the high political program. The women in all enclose blackened robe sat on the edge of the threshold 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 woman shouted her vocalization coming from a slot in the front end of her all enwrap black robe.

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

They stood blinking in the sunshine, looking for a way to scarper. They peered at the Triple course of 2 m heights mesh fencing topped with barbed telegram which surrounded the compound. Tall ticker towers with sinewy search visible light stood at each corner and a long row of wooden huts stood a little way inside the wire. One large hut larger than the quietus sported a tall brick chimney.

Heinrich Waldheim strode across the tarmac clipboard in his manus. He looked faintly ridiculous in his Germanic courtship with Homberg hat as he stood by the hand truck."Right, two dividing line, men to the provide fair sex to the right,"he shouted."Have your composition set and we shall suffer you processed as soon as we can."He pointed to the power doors marked with Male and distaff symbols.

Abdul looked at his ally, “"What does he think processed ?"he asked.

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

"What you mean processed ?"Abdul demanded.

"We check your item and see if you are suited, it is a formalness no more, we have almost no reject, slow down my protagonist,"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 mill, some of you will go there, those with no papers, others will work on in the town."

There were only three cleaning lady, Kurt 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 late week, he smiled to himself, the guy wouldn't try that again.

Abdul followed the focus, he clutched his haversack containing all his temporal good.

He waited as his companions explained why they had no newspaper publisher and were sent through to the next office.

Alain Descartes wore a white coating and a stethoscope around his cervix, and listened patiently as Abdul lied fluently that he was Italian and had his composition stolen. He stamped Abdul's form"Pending"and sent him through to Herr Lindermann in the future room

"The Doctor will see you in a moment but first we must check your height and weigh you and then you must have a rain shower,"Herr Lindermann instructed,"base here please, '' he said indicating the weighing machine, and then as he wrote the weight and estimated the altitude he announced"exhibitioner way 4 is free."

Abdul went in, there was a lock on the door, nog for clothes and a exhibitioner kiosk. He checked the water supply, it was warm up. He felt dirty. He undressed. He stepped into the shower. He pulled the door closed. He did inquire 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 shower which he certainly needed after his long journeying in the truck.

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

Abdul's world disintegrated. The shower bath tray swung downwards and he dropped ten fundament into darkness. Something was moving, squashing his infantry as it revolved. He screamed but no one heard him in the soundproofed shaft. 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 measure diameter one metre wide train cycle pulled his consistence down crushing his base and down in the mouth legs, then a horizontal blade came across to sever his head and agitate his consistency over. It then paused while the piss and shite drained away before restarting to oppress the rest of the consistency. Smaller gear wheels then crushed the osseous tissue 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 existence stopped at 21.36:20, we don't know what his terminal thoughts were, but his head landed in the pass crusher at that exact time and the machine split his skull precisely along the centreline to evoke his wit 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 simple machine paused with the body lying sideways, its muscles relaxed and waste drained away channelled into a severalise chamber away from the figure blood and bone.

The process continued, brawny water supply fountain washed the waste away and the paraphernalia started again, crushing his upper thigh and as it approached his hips a razor keen blade swung out between his legs, impacting behind he root of his cock and removing his cock and balls before swinging away again allowing his crotch to drop into a refrigerated chamber for future use.

Abdul was long deadened. His soul wandered aimlessly around infernal region trying to get hold somewhere to cool down. He tried to get into Christian paradise but St Peter told him to hop it as he wasn't Christian, and couldn't get in Muslim Heaven as his head and organic structure weren't buried together and anyway the only virgins they had were 90 class old nuns so he was pretty much stuffed

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

"Ja, I need to stretch my stage,"his confrere agreed and he went to stretch the trolley.

Kurt pulled on his ache super acid boilersuit with"Denzil Penwithers Kornisch Pastise Werke Koln."emblazoned on the backbone and started to load 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 pass along the tunnel to the pie factory.

For the women it was different, out of respect a gentlewoman doctor examined them, if they were fit they went to the madam shower elbow 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 cascade room doorway behind her. She undressed and hung her gown and underwear on the peg provided and then stepped into the cell. She turned the tap and strong weewee cascaded over her.

Helga watched Amina on the monitor, she liked what she saw, nice pear shaped tits, decently length iniquity hair, not too ugly, she stepped into the shower way, the ignition lock was simply a blank, and scooped up Amina's clothes.

Amina was oblivious to this as the kiosk walls were unintelligible 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 fuck hole."

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

"Burned,"Helga said apologetically,"fill of lice, disgusting. Now please your fuck hole, your cunt. bear witness me, has it been cut ?"

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

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

"No !"Amina protested,"I am pure charwoman !"

"Oh dear, and I had a pin-up flat for you in London,"she sighed.

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

"Oh yes, a dainty flat where valet de chambre can issue forth 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 work as a whore ?"

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

"Where are the others ?"Amina asked.

"roll in the hay cakehole first, then we take you to see your friends."Helga suggested.

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

Helga ran her finger along Amina'disfigured cunt sass. The lips had been cut by a pedophile back in Syria many days earlier and made even a docile 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 mammilla and kissed her cheek again. Slowly Amina's cunt moistened and Helga eased her index digit between Amina's fucking lips.

Amina winced in nuisance, but Helga kept her finger inside her, probing easing further into Amina's fast Virgo the Virgin shtup cakehole. Helga smiled and took a long thin dildo, not much thicker than a fountain pen from her sac and slipping her finger out she slipped it inside Amina's cunt.

Amina cried, maybe it ripped her maidenhead. Helga didn't care. 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 puss like she had a big clam negro's cock deep inside her. She wailed and passed out.

Amina woke. Her snatch was on fire. An agonising vivid aching. She had never experienced anything like it before, and never wanted to again. She looked around. She was lying on the storey in a diminished room, a prison cell perhaps.

There was a bed and a hot seat, nothing else. She was completely naked except for a wrist circle. It was warm. Her cunt was filled by a vast dildo. She tried to pull out it out but it was bigger inside her than where it went through her pussy sass. 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 wafture of delight sent shudder through her. She forgot the torment. She gently humped up and down on the dildo. Her cunt was so wet. ‘ God forgive me'she thought as she started to jazz even harder.

She looked down, the moisture was red. She was bleeding. Her poor distorted cunt lip had split. She wanted to contain but something compelled her to keep humping. Suddenly she heard her own voice shouting"Yes ! '' Glorious waved of succor 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 cunt back talk were bleeding. Her cunt was bleeding but she felt good. Too just, Guiltily good.

"My friend will soon feature you stitched up,"Helga promised.

Abdul was already well on the way to England, he was part of a spate of Halal Pasties being sent to William Bradford and was being heated in the ovens. Other parts of him were being used for pig intellectual nourishment and fertiliser. His turncock was part of a batch destined for a gender reassignment clinic in Dutch capital and his balls were division of a hatful being sent to Tunisia. Tourists were told the Bedouin liked to have homo balls on a drawstring around their neck opening, but in fact it was the tourists who bought them for $ 20 plus local taxes as relic !

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 rakehell dripped down her leg.

"Of course of action you are a bawd,"Helga snapped,"Why you wanked until you bled. Do not occupy you will possess plenty of hammer soon enough."

"I will not endure it !"Amina insisted.

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

"I should rather lust,"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 titty 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 friends but very pretty.

"Out !"she wailed.

"Would you like to eat ?"he asked.

"Just a footling fuck and you can have 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 milling machine in the corridor."How you doing ?"he asked his old buddy.

"Not so bad, you want to watch the TV ?"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 pack of Budweiser, Kurt Waldheim Carlsberg, Anton DuBois a nursing bottle of white Burgundy and they sat in the office waiting for the television to get going on the big screen.

The action started with recruits being interviewed. The interviewer's brass was never seen but the enlistee were easily identifiable.

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

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

octad young Arab men passed the interview. The scene changed, a woodland clarification. A wooden hut. Men with shot guns.

An explosive vest, a young Arabian slips it on. He walks up and down. He puts his crown and shirt over it."Don't looking so hangdog,"he is told.

"Walk about outside."

The young man walks up the forest path,"Oi Paki !"person shouts.

He turns angrily seeking his tormentor,"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 command to Abdul's explosive vest.

Abdul felt the pain briefly before everything went black.

"bingo !"Sgt ‘ Pongo'garden pink laughed as a whiff of blue green goddess erupted around Abdul's waistline. His jacket flew open scattering facing and flesh and second of explosive whack over a fifty cubic yard radius. His legs stood still or respective seconds. His his head and shoulders were thrown several feet skywards. Everything from his upper thighs to his armpits was blown sideways over the fifty curtilage r. Finally his head and persona of his pricker landed.

A soldier held up a bit. 5 and another held two 5.5 while a third gear agreed with 5.

"So that's a five for style,"Pongo laughed."Commitment ?"he asked

Three 10s were displayed."Fucking imbecile !"Pongo laughed."Let the weenie out someone."

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

"More like a six than a nine,"milling machine laughed."What an retard !"

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

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

There was a muffled crack as the five pounds of semtex hidden up his ass exploded blowing his body to twice its usual size before his tee shirt jeans and scramble split. Blood and shit and off-white blasted upwards and outwards scaring the fox away. The head teacher rolled maybe twenty dollar bill railyard. The Rotweiller just looked bored.

The video continued. Six Sir Thomas More men were blown up in the clarification. One blew himself up outside Bradford railroad track station, during the rush hour on the Zebra crossing. A dull crack, a puff of smoke and his dead body in two parts, the legs on the Black person and Andrew Dickson White markings. His head and articulatio humeri on the cowling of a Skoda Favorit. The camera panned to a 'Woman'in an all enveloping robe giving a thumb up while holding a wandering telephone set.

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 ?"someone commented

"Only if YouTube show it."

"Could go Viral."

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

Twelve suicide wedge, explosive vested with supernumerary semtex up their asses walk across Westminster bridgework towards parliament. The traffic stops. A police force car bowl slowly towards them."Put your custody up,"echoes from the loudspeaker."We know you are ISIL supporters, give yourselves up."

mitt rose and as one the first and last in rail line exploded. Then another and another.

Heads and berm flying skywards. foundation and legs standing for a few seconds. feel of unadulterated mental rejection from the men as their champion exploded.

Big Ben showed 2.05. A transportation system van stopped. A team of men emerged. biological suits. A refuse motortruck stopped. torso parts thrown in, everything except the caput which were put in bin line drive and thrown in the back of the Transit. 2.08 a fire truck moved in, hosing the bridge with its water supply cannon. 2.15 normality returned.

A Brigadier appeared on screen."I'm not a real brigadier general,"he said,"But I did take on Colonel Melchett in a display at the Appollo, Ealing Broadway. What you have just seen is several very stupid young men being blown up safely. They wanted to die for ISIL so we obliged. They did not take in their explosive undershirt were radiocommunication controlled, but if they had any brain they wouldn't have wanted to die, would they ?"

"The waistcoat come in several rendering, the ‘ Jack London'requires three different mobile sound calls within five mo, two to arm, and one to open fire. The ‘ Clearing'simply uses a radio control decoder from a poser aircraft."

"Is good 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."Ok !"she shouted,"You win."No one came.

"I fuck, OK ?"she shouted.

Heinrich Waldheim opened her prison cell door. Amina faced him, her frock reversed. Her tits hanging out."I fuck, I must toast,"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 myopic fat tool slid into her cunt but she was past caring.

"Now you are side girl, fucked when rummy,"Waldheim announced as he fucked her.

It felt good, a lovesome cock pulsation. A wave of warm cum suddenly swam through his putz and oozed oceanic abyss 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 succeeding. Amina smiled as he shoved his meat in her bruised and bleeding love gob. She was far too inebriated to care.

She never realised Schultz and Grosjean two of the guard duty had fucked her after Walt finished until she saw the TV on PornoTuba Italian Republic later.

She wondered why her ass scathe, but seeing herself on the television sitting on Schutz's lap with his tool up her ass while Grosjean fucked her snatch sorting of explain things.

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Amina woke with a hangover. Her head was bursting. Her cunt and ass were on fire. Her misfortunate stretched twat. She explored the damage, her fingers slipped inside, it felt nice, very nice. Soon she had three finger inside herself. Wanking. Her first proper wank. She wanted a cock and burst into split. 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 cashbox you cum while somebody 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 people slut,"Helga advised,"make us great deal of money with your hot tight nooky hole and pie-eyed Brown ass."

"Am I going to England ?"Amina asked.

"Of course,"Helga replied,"The boy are there already."

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supplement

Jenny Bradstock bought Abdul's left bollock off a carrell in Tunis and Lily cartwright bought the other. Heather Ramprakash bought a Pastie with most of Abdul's kidneys from a quoin shop in Bradford, while Mandela and Barma, Ted Oakhursts pet pigs ate the vainglorious part of his intestines which went for pig intellectual nourishment. His cock skin was a trade good lucifer for Tanya who is now Tony, so it is not just to say Abdul's life was wasted .