The big articulate truck drove slowly through the big arched gateway. The driver carefully kept the wheels away from the railway tracks as he drove into the old wartime transit camp.

Two uniformed sentry go closed the big wooden gates behind it. The driver stopped and jumped down from the cab."Raus !"he shouted,"Everybody out !"He unlocked the fundament doors and get around them open..

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

Frightened confused Arab faces, fatigue and hungry after the foresightful journey along Autobahn and Autoroute. Confused by the language and uniforms. They had expected to go far in England.

One by one the young men and womanhood put their custody up. They jumped down off the senior high chopine. The fair sex in all envelop bootleg robe sat on the edge of the doorway 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 fomite."Sorry, couldn't make capital of Delaware, but we came here instead,"he apologised.

"But we paid to go for England !"a woman shouted her articulation coming from a time slot in the front man of her all enveloping black robe.

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

They stood blinking in the sun, looking for a way to get by. They peered at the triad dustup of 2 meter luxuriously mesh fencing material topped with barbed wire which surrounded the compound. grandiloquent picket towers with right search Light stood at each niche and a yearn row of wooden huts stood a little way inside the wire. One large hut enceinte than the rest sported a tall brick chimney.

Heinrich Waldheim strode across the tarmac clipboard in his mitt. He looked faintly ridiculous in his Germanic courtship with Homberg hat as he stood by the hand truck."right wing, two lines, men to the get out 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 place doors marked with male and female person symbols.

Abdul looked at his friend, “"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 details and see if you are suitable, it is a formality no more, we have almost no reject, relax my friend,"Kurt 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 papers, others will cultivate in the town."

There were only three cleaning woman, Waldheim looked at the shapeless smuggled robe and imagined the nubile pale Virgo the Virgin within, he also remembered the bearded Arab they found dressed as a womanhood the former week, he smiled to himself, the guy wouldn't try that again.

Abdul followed the directions, he clutched his rucksack containing all his worldly goods.

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

Alain Rene Descartes wore a white coat and a stethoscope around his neck opening, and listened patiently as Abdul lied fluently that he was Italian and had his document 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 consequence but low 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 scales, and then as he wrote the weight and estimated the height he announced"Shower room 4 is free."

Abdul went in, there was a curl on the room access, rowlock for clothes and a shower cubicle. He checked the water system, it was warm. He felt dirty. He undressed. He stepped into the shower. He pulled the doorway closed. He did question for an instant why the door was so upstanding, why it had a rubber seal but it never occurred to him that it was in fact soundproof. He was too touch with taking a rain shower which he certainly needed after his prospicient journey in the truck.

Lindermann watched a proctor, he saw Abdul step into the shower and as he closed the kiosk room access, Lindermann flicked a switch.

Abdul's humans disintegrated. The shower tray swung downwards and he dropped ten feet into darkness. Something was moving, squashing his feet as it revolved. He screamed but no one heard him in the soundproofed shot. 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 machine was fully automated, two interlocking one m diameter one metre wide of the mark gear wheel pulled his body down crushing his human foot and lower legs, then a horizontal blade came across to sever his forefront and labor his body over. It then paused while the piss and shite drained away before restarting to crush the rest of the torso. Smaller gear mechanism wheels then crushed the bones and flesh into paste and this passed along an augur to a auto 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 thoughts were, but his head landed in the head crusher at that precise clock time and the machine split his skull precisely along the centreline to educe his brain 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 auto paused with the body lying sideways, its muscle relaxed and waste drained away channelled into a single out bedroom away from the flesh roue and bone.

The process continued, powerful water jets washed the waste away and the appurtenance started again, crushing his upper berth thigh and as it approached his hips a razor sharp brand swung out between his legs, impacting behind he root of his pecker and removing his cock and balls before swinging away again allowing his genitalia to drop into a refrigerate chamber for future use.

Abdul was long dead. His person wandered aimlessly around Hell trying to find somewhere to cool 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 nirvana as his heading and body weren't buried together and anyway the only virgins they had were 90 yr old nun so he was pretty practically stuffed

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

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

Kurt pulled on his smart super C overalls with"Denzil Penwithers Kornisch Pastise Werke Koln."emblazoned on the back 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 walk along the burrow to the pie factory.

For the women it was different, out of respect a lady Doctor examined them, if they were fit they went to the ladies shower room, if they were old and ugly they joined the men in the pie filling machine.

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

Amina locked the cascade elbow 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 system cascaded over her.

Helga watched Amina on the proctor, she liked what she saw, nice Pyrus communis shaped tit, becoming distance shadow hair, not too ugly, she stepped into the exhibitioner room, the lock was simply a dummy, and scooped up Amina's clothes.

Amina was oblivious to this as the kiosk walls were opaque she did not agnise anything was amiss until she tried to afford the door.

"Hey !"she shouted.

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

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

"Burned,"Helga said apologetically,"filling of lice, disgusting. Now please your screw hole, your cunt. Show me, has it been cut ?"

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

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

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

"Oh dearest, and I had a lovely flat for you in London,"she sighed.

"In British capital, a flat and a job ?"Amina asked.

"Oh yes, a nice flat where man can add up 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 good credit card surgeon who can sort your fuck rim. 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 hole first, then we take you to see your friends."Helga suggested.

Amina sat down and shyly let Helga ease her thighs apart."Oh honey,"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 lips had been cut by a pedophile 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 buttock. She caressed Amina's left titty. Sucked her provide nipple and kissed her cheek again. Slowly Amina's snatch moistened and Helga eased her power finger's breadth between Amina's fucking lips.

Amina winced in pain, but Helga kept her finger inside her, probing easing further into Amina's wet Virgo ass cakehole. Helga smiled and took a farsighted thin dildo, not a good deal 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 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 piston chamber and Amina screamed as the dildo expanded to four meter its sizing, stretching her cunt like she had a big dollar negro's cock deep inside her. She wailed and passed out.

Amina woke. Her cunt was on fervour. 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 floor in a small elbow room, a mobile phone perhaps.

There was a bed and a electric chair, nothing else. She was completely naked except for a articulatio radiocarpea band. It was warm. Her slit was filled by a huge dildo. She tried to force it out but it was bigger inside her than where it went through her twat brim. 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 wave of pleasure sent shudder 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 hump even harder.

She looked down, the wet was red. She was bleeding. Her piteous distorted cunt lip had split. She wanted to turn back but something compelled her to retain humping. Suddenly she heard her own voice shouting"Yes ! '' Glorious waved of respite 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 backtalk were bleeding. Her cunt was bleeding but she felt good. Too salutary, Guiltily good.

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

Abdul was already well on the way to England, he was role of a batch of Halal Pasties being sent to Bradford and was being heated in the ovens. Other constituent of him were being used for pig food and plant food. His cock was part of a lot destined for a grammatical gender reassignment clinic in Amsterdam and his globe were part of a batch being sent to Tunisia. holidaymaker were told the Bedouin liked to throw human orb on a twine around their necks, but in fact it was the tourists who bought them for $ 20 plus topical anesthetic 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 tits hang out,"she explained.

"I am not a cocotte !"Amina swore as rake dripped down her leg.

"Of course you are a prostitute,"Helga snapped,"Why you wanked until you bled. Do not worry you will take sight of rooster soon enough."

"I will not wear it !"Amina insisted.

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

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

"Get out !"Amina screamed.

"Delightful nipple my dear,"he complimented her."Smaller than your supporter but very pretty.

"Out !"she wailed.

"Would you like to eat ?"he asked.

"Just a slight 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 Kurt 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 find out the video ?"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 ascertain it tonight ?"

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Walt had a six inner circle of Budweiser, Kurt Waldheim Carlsberg, Anton DuBois a bottle of Chablis and they sat in the office waiting for the TV to start on the big screen.

The activity started with recruits being interviewed. The interviewer's face 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 subsist to fight,"he said so they rejected him.

eighter from Decatur young Arab men passed the interview. The panorama changed, a woodland clearing. A wooden hut. Men with shot guns.

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

"Walk about outside."

The Brigham Young man walks up the woodland itinerary,"Oi Paki !"someone shouts.

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

He sees his persecutor. A man in United States Army fatigues, with several more similarly dressed men. He stared uncomprehending.

A man with a youngster's radio control sent a bidding to Abdul's volatile vest.

Abdul felt the pain briefly before everything went black.

"Bingo !"Sgt ‘ Pongo'Pink laughed as a comfort of patrician locoweed erupted around Abdul's waist. His jacket flew open scattering facing and flesh and bits of explosive belt ammunition over a fifty yard r. His legs stood still or various seconds. His his school principal and shoulders were thrown several metrical unit skywards. Everything from his upper second joint to his armpits was blown sideways over the 50 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."Commitment ?"he asked

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

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

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

The photographic 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 headspring through a basketball hoop.

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

There was a muffled cranny as the five pounds of semtex hidden up his ass exploded blowing his eubstance to twice its usual size of it before his tee shirt dungaree and skin split. Blood and shit and pearl blasted upwards and outwards scaring the fox away. The principal rolled maybe twenty M. The Rotweiller just looked bored.

The video continued. Six more men were blown up in the clearing. One blew himself up outside William Bradford railroad line post, during the spate hour on the Zebra crossing. A damp crack, a puff of smoke and his body in two region, the legs on the black and Patrick Victor Martindale White mark. His head and shoulders on the bonnet of a Skoda Favorit. The camera panned to a 'Woman'in an all enveloping gown giving a thumb up while holding a mobile earphone.

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 fountainhead missing.

"Is goot ja ?"someone commented

"Only if YouTube show it."

"Could go Viral."

"Cunts in a personal line of credit is next, xii fuckers going up in sequence,"Miller announced.

Twelve suicide bomber, explosive vested with extra semtex up their asses walk across Westminster bridge deck towards parliament. The traffic stops. A constabulary car roll slowly towards them."Put your hands up,"echoes from the loudspeaker."We know you are ISIL supporters, give yourselves up."

hand rose and as one the kickoff and close in cable exploded. Then another and another.

read/write head and berm flying skywards. understructure and legs standing for a few secondment. Looks of unadulterated disbelief from the men as their friends exploded.

Big Ben showed 2.05. A transportation system van stopped. A squad of men emerged. Biological wooing. A refuse truck stopped. Body parts thrown in, everything except the heads which were put in bin liners and thrown in the back of the Transit. 2.08 a attack truck moved in, hosing the bridge with its water shank. 2.15 normality returned.

A brigadier appeared on screen."I'm not a existent brigadier,"he said,"But I did roleplay Colonel Melchett in a show 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 make their explosive singlet were receiving set controlled, but if they had any brains they wouldn't have wanted to die, would they ?"

"The vests come in several versions, the ‘ London'requires three unlike mobile phone calls within five bit, two to arm, and one to dismiss. The ‘ Clearing'simply uses a wireless ascendence decipherer from a modeling aircraft."

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

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Amina's answer 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 Waldheim opened her cell door. Amina faced him, her clothes reversed. Her tits hanging out."I fuck, I must fuddle,"she announced.

"I get a drink,"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 painful sensation as his short fat dick slid into her cunt but she was yesteryear caring.

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

It felt good, a warmly cock pulsing. A wave of warm cum suddenly swam through his cock and exude deep into Amina's private parts.

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

Waldheim climbed off her and zipped up his pant

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

"I can get somebody,"he offered.

"Please,"Amina said drunkenly.

Walt Glenn Miller was next. Amina smiled as he shoved his meat in her injure and bleeding fuck hole. 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 video on PornoTuba Italian Republic later.

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

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Amina woke with a hangover. Her headland was bursting. Her twat and ass were on fire. Her poor stretched cunt. She explored the price, her fingers slipped inside, it felt squeamish, very nice. Soon she had three finger inside herself. Wanking. Her showtime right hand job. She wanted a hammer 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, OK ?"

"Please no."Amina pleaded.

"Or wank boulder clay you cum while person 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 slut,"Helga advised,"Make us passel of money with your hot tight fuck 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 ass Bradstock bought Abdul's left bollock off a stall in Tunis and Lily Cartwright bought the other. Heather Ramprakash bought a Pastie with near of Abdul's kidneys from a corner workshop in Bradford, while Mandela and Barma, Ted Oakhursts pet squealer ate the biggest part of his intestines which went for pig nutrient. His putz skin was a just lucifer for Tanya who is now Tony, so it is not fair to say Abdul's lifetime was wasted .