The big articulated truck drove slowly through the big arched gateway. The device driver carefully kept the cycle away from the railway path as he drove into the old wartime transit 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 erect doors and swung them open..

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

Frightened put off Arab faces, pall and hungry after the tenacious journey along Autobahn and Autoroute. Confused by the language and uniforms. They had expected to arrive 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 lightlessness 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 dorsum of the vehicle."Sorry, couldn't make capital of Delaware, but we came here instead,"he apologised.

"But we paid to go for England !"a fair sex shouted her voice coming from a time slot in the straw man of her all enveloping black robe.

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

They stood blinking in the sunlight, looking for a way to turn tail. They peered at the triple row of 2 metre richly mesh topology fence topped with barbed wire which surrounded the compound. Tall spotter towers with right search lights stood at each corner and a long row of wooden shanty stood a piddling way inside the wire. One bombastic hut tumid than the remainder sported a marvelous brick chimney.

Heinrich Waldheim strode across the tarmacadam clipboard in his hand. He looked faintly cockeyed in his Germanic language suit with Homberg hat as he stood by the truck."right wing, two lines, men to the left over women 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 office doorway marked with male person and female symbols.

Abdul looked at his ally, “"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 contingent and see if you are suitable, it is a formalness no more, we have almost no cull, relax my Friend,"Kurt 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 play in the town."

There were only three cleaning lady, Waldheim looked at the shapeless black robe and imagined the nubile picket virgins within, he also remembered the bearded Arab they found dressed as a woman the previous week, 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 document and were sent through to the next office.

Alain Rene Descartes wore a white coat 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 anatomy"Pending"and sent him through to Herr Lindermann in the side by side room

"The Dr. will see you in a moment but low gear we must suss out your height and weigh you and then you must choose a shower,"Herr Lindermann instructed,"tie-up here please, '' he said indicating the scales, 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, pegs for clothes and a shower down cubicle. He checked the water, it was quick. He felt dirty. He undressed. He stepped into the shower bath. He pulled the room access closed. He did marvel for an instant why the door was so solidness, why it had a golosh 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 footprint into the exhibitioner and as he closed the carrel door, Lindermann flicked a switch.

Abdul's macrocosm disintegrated. The shower tray swung downwards and he dropped ten base into darkness. 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 himself up with but there was nothing.

The auto was fully automated, two interlocking one time diameter one metre wide power train wheel pulled his body down crushing his pes and lower legs, then a horizontal vane came across to sever his head and push his consistence over. It then paused while the piss and crap drained away before restarting to crush the sleep of the body. Smaller cogwheel wheels then crushed the bones and frame into paste and this passed along an auspex to a motorcar 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 finis opinion were, but his head landed in the head crusher at that accurate time and the car split his skull precisely along the centreline to extract his brainpower intact.

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

The machine paused with the torso lying sideways, its muscles relaxed and barren drained away channelled into a separate bedchamber away from the build blood and bone.

The process continued, brawny water jets washed the waste away and the gears started again, crushing his upper thighs and as it approached his hip a razor acutely blade swung out between his legs, impacting behind he root of his shaft and removing his putz and balls before swinging away again allowing his genitals to drop into a refrigerated sleeping room for futurity use.

Abdul was long absolutely. His person wandered aimlessly around netherworld trying to find somewhere to cool down. He tried to get into christian Shangri-la 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 entirely virgins they had were 90 year old nun so he was pretty much stuffed

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

"Ja, I need to adulterate my stage,"his workfellow agreed and he went to lade the trolley.

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

For the women it was different, out of regard a peeress doctor examined them, if they were fit they went to the gentlewoman 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 exhibitioner elbow room door 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 warm water cascaded over her.

Helga watched Amina on the varan, she liked what she saw, dainty pear tree shaped bosom, becoming length wickedness hair's-breadth, not too ugly, she stepped into the shower room, the ignition lock was simply a dumbbell, and scooped up Amina's clothes.

Amina was oblivious to this as the cubicle walls were opaque she did not take in anything was legal injury 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 a go at it hole."

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

"Burned,"Helga said apologetically,"Fill of lice, disgusting. Now delight your piece of ass hole, your puss. shew me, has it been cut ?"

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

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

"No !"Amina protested,"I am complete woman !"

"Oh honey, and I had a endearing matte for you in John Griffith Chaney,"she sighed.

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

"Oh yes, a gracious flat where gentleman can fare and fuck you. It is in Lewisham,"Helga explained."You do a week breeding in Amsterdam on the streets and then we take you to London."

"As a cyprian,"Amina queried."You expect me to work as a whore ?"

"Oh yes,"Helga explained, I know a very good plastic surgeon who can sort your fuck backtalk. 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 maw first, then we take you to see your friends."Helga suggested.

Amina sat down and shyly let Helga alleviate 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 cunt lips. The brim had been cut by a pedophile back in Syria many years earlier and made even a gentle hand job 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 left nipple and kissed her brass again. Slowly Amina's cunt moistened and Helga eased her index finger between Amina's nookie lips.

Amina winced in pain, but Helga kept her finger inside her, probing easing further into Amina's crocked Virgo fucking hole. Helga smiled and took a long cut dildo, not lots thicker than a fountain pen from her pocket and slipping her digit 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 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 sizing, stretching her cunt like she had a big buck blackamoor's cock deep inside her. She wailed and passed out.

Amina woke. Her cunt was on firing. 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 floor in a little elbow room, a cell perhaps.

There was a bed and a chair, nothing else. She was completely naked except for a wrist band. It was fond. Her cunt was filled by a vast dildo. She tried to perpetrate it out but it was bigger inside her than where it went through her cunt lips. 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 cunt was so wet. ‘ God forgive me'she thought as she started to hump even harder.

She looked down, the moisture was red. She was bleeding. Her pitiable malformed slit lip had split. She wanted to turn back but something compelled her to continue humping. Suddenly she heard her own phonation shouting"Yes ! '' Glorious waved of relief and freeing swept over her.

"Ohhhhh,"she shuddered and Helga walked in.

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

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

"My friend will soon give birth 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 William Bradford and was being heated in the ovens. early parts of him were being used for pig food and fertiliser. His cock was contribution of a batch destined for a grammatical gender reassignment clinic in Amsterdam and his balls were part of a batch being sent to Republic of Tunisia. tourist were told the Bedouin liked to have human orchis on a chain around their cervix, but in fact it was the tourist who bought them for $ 20 plus local anaesthetic taxes as souvenirs !

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

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

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

"I will not endure it !"Amina insisted.

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

"I should rather starve,"Amina replied.

Amina waited until Helga was gone, she touched the Minidress, held it against herself and put it on, then in a moment of roguishness she put it on backwards so her nipple flopped out.

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

"Get out !"Amina screamed.

"Delightful titty my dear,"he complimented her."Smaller than your protagonist but very pretty.

"Out !"she wailed.

"Would you like to eat ?"he asked.

"Just a picayune 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 Miller 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.

"oasis'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 feeding bottle of Chablis and they sat in the office waiting for the TV to set forth on the big screen.

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

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

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

Eight young Arabian men passed the interview. The conniption changed, a woodland clearing. A wooden hut. Men with slam guns.

An volatile undershirt, a 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 !"someone shouts.

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

He sees his tormentor. A man in Army fatigue duty, with several Sir Thomas More similarly dressed men. He stared uncomprehending.

A man with a child's receiving set control sent a command to Abdul's explosive vest.

Abdul felt the painfulness briefly before everything went black.

"beano !"Sgt ‘ genus Pongo'pinko laughed as a puff of gloomy fastball erupted around Abdul's waistline. His crown flew open scattering facing and physique and bits of volatile belt over a fifty railway yard radius. His pegleg stood still or respective moment. His his head and shoulders were thrown various feet skywards. Everything from his upper second joint to his armpits was blown sideways over the fifty grounds radius. Finally his foreland and part of his spine landed.

A soldier held up a phone number. 5 and another held two 5.5 while a tertiary agreed with 5.

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

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

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

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

The Camera cut away and returned as nighttime fell. A red fox was gnawing on a human leg bone while a Rotweiller was eating a lump of pulp. 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 dampen crack as the five pounds of semtex hidden up his ass exploded blowing his body to twice its common size before his tee shirt blue jean and pare split. bloodline and mother fucker and bone blasted upwards and outwards scaring the fox away. The head rolled maybe twenty dollar bill yards. The Rotweiller just looked bored.

The video continued. Six more men were blown up in the clearing. One blew himself up outside Bradford railway place, during the rush hr on the Zebra crossing. A muffled crack, a pouf of fume and his organic structure in two parts, the legs on the inglorious and white marker. His head and berm on the cowling 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 TV channel,"Fortunately no one was hurt,"the announcer said over footage of the man being stretchered away with his mind missing.

"Is goot ja ?"someone commented

"Only if YouTube show it."

"Could go Viral."

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

Twelve suicide bombers, volatile vested with extra semtex up their tail end walk across Westminster bridge circuit towards parliament. The traffic stops. A police car rolls slowly towards them."Put your mitt up,"echoes from the loudspeaker."We know you are ISIL suspensor, give yourselves up."

Hands rose and as one the get-go and last in contrast exploded. Then another and another.

drumhead and shoulder joint flying skywards. animal foot and legs standing for a few indorsement. looking at of thoroughgoing skepticism from the men as their friends exploded.

Big Ben showed 2.05. A Transit van stopped. A team of men emerged. biologic courtship. A defy truck stopped. Body part thrown in, everything except the caput which were put in bin lining and thrown in the back of the transportation. 2.08 a fire truck moved in, hosing the bridge circuit with its water cannon. 2.15 normality returned.

A brigadier general appeared on screen."I'm not a tangible brigadier,"he said,"But I did play Colonel Melchett in a show at the Appollo, Ealing Broadway. What you have just seen is several very pillock young men being blown up safely. They wanted to die for ISIL so we obliged. They did not actualise their volatile vests were radio controlled, but if they had any brains they wouldn't have wanted to die, would they ?"

"The waistcoat come in several variation, the ‘ British capital'requires three different wandering phone calls within five minutes, two to arm, and one to go off. The ‘ clarification'simply uses a radio ascendancy decoder from a model aircraft."

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

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Amina's resolve failed much sooner than she expected. Two mean solar day. 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 cellphone door. Amina faced him, her frock reversed. Her tits hanging out."I fuck, I must drink,"she announced.

"I get a beverage,"he agreed.

Amina gulped the liquid greedily, incognizant it was 25 % Vodka. Her mind swam pleasantly. She barely noticed Kurt lifting her onto the bed. She had a brief pain as his short-circuit fat cock slid into her cunt but she was by caring.

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

It felt good, a warm cock pulsing. A undulation of warm cum suddenly swam through his cock and oozed oceanic abyss into Amina's secret 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 individual,"he offered.

"Please,"Amina said drunkenly.

Walt Miller was succeeding. Amina smiled as he shoved his heart and soul in her bruised and bleeding have intercourse maw. She was far too intoxicated to care.

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

She wondered why her ass hurt, but seeing herself on the TV sitting on Schutz's lap with his hammer up her ass while Grosjean fucked her cunt sort of explain things.

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Amina woke with a katzenjammer. Her head teacher was bursting. Her cunt and ass were on fire. Her poor dilute cunt. She explored the damage, her fingers slipped inside, it felt Nice, very nice. Soon she had three fingers inside herself. Wanking. Her outset right wank. She wanted a rooster and outburst 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 nutrient, OK ?"

"Please no."Amina pleaded.

"Or wank till you cum while soul 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 trollop,"Helga advised,"make us lot of money with your hot closely piece of tail hole and rigorous Brown University ass."

"Am I going to England ?"Amina asked.

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

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Postscript

Jenny Bradstock bought Abdul's left ball off a stall in Tunis and Lily cartwright bought the other. Heather Ramprakash bought a Pastie with most of Abdul's kidneys from a corner store in Bradford, while Mandela and Barma, Ted Oakhursts pet pigs ate the boastful contribution of his intestines which went for pig food for thought. His cock skin was a good mates for Tanya who is now Tony, so it is not comely to say Abdul's life was wasted .