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

Two uniformed guards closed the big wooden logic gate behind it. The number one wood stopped and jumped down from the cab."Raus !"he shouted,"Everybody out !"He unlocked the hindquarters doors and swung them open..

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

Frightened confused Arab faces, timeworn and hungry after the retentive journey along Autobahn and Autoroute. Confused by the language and uniforms. They had expected to come in England.

One by one the young men and char put their hands up. They jumped down off the high program. The woman in all enveloping black gown sat on the edge of the doorway 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 vehicle."Sorry, couldn't make Dover, but we came here instead,"he apologised.

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

"And paid very well thank 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 triad rows of 2 metre luxuriously ensnarl fencing topped with barbed wire which surrounded the chemical compound. Tall sentry towboat with herculean hunting lights stood at each corner and a long row of wooden huts stood a little way inside the wire. One tumid hut bombastic than the rest sported a tall brick chimney.

Heinrich 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 truck."Right, two demarcation, men to the bequeath women to the right wing,"he shouted."Have your papers ready and we shall have you processed as soon as we can."He pointed to the office doors marked with male and female symbols.

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

"What does he mean newspaper publisher ?"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 reject, unstrain my booster,"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 manufacturing plant, some of you will go there, those with no papers, others will put to work in the town."

There were only three woman, Waldheim looked at the shapeless black gown and imagined the nubile pale virgins within, he also remembered the bearded Arab they found dressed as a womanhood the previous workweek, he smiled to himself, the guy wouldn't try that again.

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

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

Alain DesCartes wore a ovalbumin coating and a stethoscope around his cervix, and listened patiently as Abdul lied fluently that he was Italian and had his written document stolen. He stamped Abdul's form"Pending"and sent him through to Herr Lindermann in the next elbow room

"The Doctor will see you in a moment but beginning we must condition your pinnacle and weigh you and then you must take a shower bath,"Herr Lindermann instructed,"bandstand here please, '' he said indicating the scale of measurement, and then as he wrote the system of weights and estimated the height he announced"rain shower room 4 is free."

Abdul went in, there was a lock on the threshold, oarlock for clothes and a shower cubicle. He checked the water, it was ardent. He felt dirty. He undressed. He stepped into the shower bath. He pulled the door closed. He did marvel 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 prospicient journey in the truck.

Lindermann watched a monitor, he saw Abdul stone's throw into the shower and as he closed the carrel door, Lindermann flicked a switch.

Abdul's world disintegrated. The shower tray swung downwards and he dropped ten fundament into wickedness. Something was moving, squashing his feet as it revolved. He screamed but no one heard him in the soundproofed quill. He was slipping down. Something crushed his ankles. He screamed again. He clutched for something to tangle himself up with but there was nothing.

The machine was fully automated, two interlocking one m diameter one metre panoptic appurtenance wheels pulled his trunk down crushing his feet and low leg, then a horizontal vane came across to discerp his capitulum and tug his body over. It then paused while the piss and dirt drained away before restarting to crush the rest of the torso. Smaller gear bike then crushed the bones and chassis into library paste and this passed along an auspex to a political machine which mixed the library paste thoroughly and divided it into 1 kg portions.

Abdul's world stopped at 21.36:20, we don't know what his last thinking were, but his headspring landed in the nous crusher at that exact time and the machine split his skull precisely along the centreline to press out his psyche intact.

Two bored technicians Edmund Schultz and Kurt Ratchenheim watched pornography 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 machine paused with the body lying sideways, its muscles relaxed and waste drained away channelled into a split up chamber away from the flesh rip and bone.

The cognitive operation continued, potent water jets washed the waste away and the gears started again, crushing his upper berth second joint and as it approached his hips a razor acutely blade swung out between his branch, impacting behind he root of his peter and removing his cock and balls before swinging away again allowing his private parts to drop into a refrigerate sleeping room for hereafter use.

Abdul was foresightful dead. His soul 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 Heaven as his forefront and consistency weren't buried together and anyway the solely virgins they had were 90 class old conical buoy so he was pretty much stuffed

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

"Ja, I need to stretch my legs,"his fellow 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 back and started to debase the 1 kg trays of homo pie filling into the refrigerated streetcar. He closed the threshold tightly and waving to Edmund he set off on the suddenly base on balls along the tunnel to the pie factory.

For the womanhood it was different, out of respectfulness a lady doc 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 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 ardent water cascaded over her.

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

Amina was oblivious to this as the booth bulwark were opaque she did not gain anything was wrong until she tried to spread 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 dirt ball, disgusting. Now please your bang mess, your cunt. picture me, has it been cut ?"

"Yes, I am no working girl !"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 savourless for you in capital of the United Kingdom,"she sighed.

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

"Oh yes, a nice mat where gentlemen can come and fuck you. It is in Lewisham,"Helga explained."You do a week training in capital of The Netherlands on the streets and then we take you to London."

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

"Oh yes,"Helga explained, I know a very dependable plastic surgeon who can sort your eff rim. 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 hole first, then we take you to see your friends."Helga suggested.

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

Helga ran her finger along Amina'disfigured pussy lip. The lips had been cut by a paedophile back in Syria many years earlier and made even a aristocratic jerking off painful, though, luckily Amina's button 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 nerve again. Slowly Amina's cunt moistened and Helga eased her indicant finger between Amina's fuck lips.

Amina winced in pain, 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 spring pen from her pouch and slipping her finger's breadth out she slipped it inside Amina's cunt.

Amina cried, maybe it ripped her hymen. Helga didn't caution. 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 times its size, stretching her pussy like she had a big Buck Black's prick deep inside her. She wailed and passed out.

Amina woke. Her pussy was on ardor. 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 elbow room, a cell perhaps.

There was a bed and a chair, zero else. She was completely naked except for a wrist joint dance orchestra. It was affectionate. Her cunt was filled by a huge dildo. She tried to get out 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 dress. 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 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 wet was red. She was bleeding. Her miserable perverted bitch lip had split. She wanted to stop but something compelled her to continue humping. Suddenly she heard her own part shouting"Yes ! '' Glorious waved of moderation and release swept over her.

"Ohhhhh,"she shuddered and Helga walked in.

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

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

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

Abdul was already well on the way to England, he was voice of a peck of Halal Pasties being sent to Bradford and was being heated in the ovens. Other parts of him were being used for pig nutrient and plant food. His turncock was part of a mint destined for a gender reassignment clinic in Amsterdam and his balls were region of a mess being sent to Tunisia. holidaymaker were told the Bedouin liked to bear homo balls on a cosmic string around their necks, but in fact it was the tourists who bought them for $ 20 plus local tax as token !

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 blood dripped down her leg.

"Of course of action you are a bawd,"Helga snapped,"Why you wanked until you bled. Do not worry you will cause plenteousness of cock soon enough."

"I will not wear it !"Amina insisted.

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

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

"Get out !"Amina screamed.

"Delightful tits my dearest,"he complimented her."Smaller than your friends but very pretty.

"Out !"she wailed.

"Would you like to eat ?"he asked.

"Just a little nooky and you can sustain 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 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 observe it tonight ?"

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Walt had a six camp of Budweiser, Kurt Waldheim Carlsberg, Anton DuBois a bottleful of Chablis and they sat in the authority waiting for the video to start on the big screen.

The action 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 international jihad ?"they were asked.

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

eighter from Decatur young Arabian men passed the interview. The scene changed, a woodland clearing. A wooden hut. Men with guesswork guns.

An volatile waistcoat, a young Arab slips it on. He walks up and down. He puts his jacket and shirt over it."Don't smell so shamefaced,"he is told.

"Walk about outside."

The young man walks up the woodland route,"Oi Paki !"someone 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 several more similarly dressed men. He stared uncomprehending.

A man with a nestling's radio control sent a command to Abdul's volatile vest.

Abdul felt the pain briefly before everything went black.

"Bingo !"Sgt ‘ Pongo'garden pink laughed as a ottoman of blue heater erupted around Abdul's waist. His cap flew clear scattering lining and flesh and bits of volatile whack over a fifty dollar bill railyard spoke. His ramification stood still or several bit. His his head and shoulders were thrown various base skywards. Everything from his amphetamine second joint to his armpits was blown sideways over the fifty M 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 expressive style,"Pongo laughed."consignment ?"he asked

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

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

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

The 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 physical body. Two soldiers were taking it in turns tossing Abdul's pass through a basketball hoop.

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

There was a damp crack as the five pound sign of semtex hidden up his ass exploded blowing his body to twice its usual size of it before his tee shirt blue jean and tegument split up. rip and shit and osseous tissue blasted upwards and outwards scaring the fox away. The head rolled maybe twenty railway yard. The Rotweiller just looked bored.

The video recording continued. Six Thomas More men were blown up in the glade. One blew himself up outside William Bradford railway line station, during the speed hour on the Zebra crossover. A dull crack, a puff of smoke and his trunk in two parts, the ramification on the nigrify and white mark. His headspring and shoulders on the bonnet of a Skoda Favorit. The photographic camera panned to a 'Woman'in an all enveloping gown giving a thumbs up while holding a fluid 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 head missing.

"Is goot ja ?"individual commented

"Only if YouTube show it."

"Could go Viral."

"Cunts in a stock is next, twelve fuckers going up in sequence,"Henry Valentine Miller announced.

dozen felo-de-se bombers, volatile vested with surplus semtex up their asses walk across Westminster bridge towards parliament. The traffic stops. A police car scroll slowly towards them."Put your hands up,"echoes from the loudspeaker."We know you are ISIL supporters, give yourselves up."

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

Heads and shoulder flying skywards. Feet and legs standing for a few seconds. face of dead disbelief from the men as their friends exploded.

Big Ben showed 2.05. A Transit van stopped. A squad of men emerged. Biological suit of clothes. A refuse hand truck stopped. consistency parts thrown in, everything except the heads which were put in bin line drive and thrown in the back of the Transit. 2.08 a ardour truck moved in, hosing the bridge with its water supply carom. 2.15 normalcy returned.

A brigadier appeared on screen."I'm not a rattling Brigadier,"he said,"But I did wreak Colonel Melchett in a show at the Appollo, Ealing Broadway. What you have just seen is various very stupe young men being blown up safely. They wanted to die for ISIL so we obliged. They did not realise their explosive vest were radio controlled, but if they had any brains they wouldn't have wanted to die, would they ?"

"The vests come in various adaptation, the ‘ London'requires three different wandering phone calls within five bit, two to arm, and one to fire. The ‘ Clearing'simply uses a radio set control decoder from a simulation aircraft."

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

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Amina's resolve failed much sooner than she expected. Two daytime. Her pharynx was dry like the Gobi desert."Ok !"she shouted,"You win."No one came.

"I fuck, OK ?"she shouted.

Heinrich Waldheim opened her cellphone room access. Amina faced him, her apparel reversed. Her breast hanging out."I fuck, I must fuddle,"she announced.

"I get a drink,"he agreed.

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

"Now you are English people female child, fucked when drunkard,"Kurt Waldheim announced as he fucked her.

It felt thoroughly, a warmly rooster pulse. A wave of warm cum suddenly swam through his cock and oozed trench 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 mortal,"he offered.

"Please,"Amina said drunkenly.

Walt Alton Glenn Miller was next. Amina smiled as he shoved his sum in her bruised and bleeding hump hole. She was far too drunk to care.

She never realised Schultz and Grosjean two of the sentry duty had fucked her after Walt finished until she saw the video on PornoTuba Italy 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 cunt sorting of explained things.

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Amina woke with a hangover. Her head was bursting. Her cunt and ass were on ardour. Her pitiful stretched cunt. She explored the damage, her digit slipped inside, it felt nice, very skillful. Soon she had three fingers inside herself. Wanking. Her first proper wank. She wanted a cock 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 nutrient, OK ?"

"Please no."Amina pleaded.

"Or jacking off trough 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 side hussy,"Helga advised,"shuffling us circumstances of money with your hot slopped fucking hole and tight brownness ass."

"Am I going to England ?"Amina asked.

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

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jenny ass 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 recession store in William Bradford, while Nelson Mandela and Barma, Ted Oakhursts pet pig bed ate the biggest part of his intestines which went for pig food for thought. His cock skin was a dependable match for Tanya who is now Tony, so it is not fair to say Abdul's life was wasted .