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

Two uniformed precaution closed the big wooden gates behind it. The driver stopped and jumped down from the cab."Raus !"he shouted,"Everybody out !"He unlocked the set up doors and sway them open..

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

Frightened confused Arab faces, stock and hungry after the long journeying along Autobahn and Autoroute. Confused by the language and uniforms. They had expected to arrive in England.

One by one the untried men and char put their handwriting up. They jumped down off the high weapons platform. The women in all enveloping black gown sat on the edge of the threshold and swung elegantly down, the men just jumped down onto the tarmac.

"We have arrived,"the driver announced as he wandered around to the rachis of the vehicle."Sorry, couldn't make Dover, but we came here instead,"he apologised.

"But we paid to go for England !"a fair sex shouted her voice coming from a one-armed bandit in the front of her all wrap opprobrious robe.

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

They stood blinking in the sun, looking for a way to escape. They peered at the trio rows of 2 metre eminent mesh topology fencing topped with barbed telegram which surrounded the chemical compound. tall scout towers with powerful search lighter stood at each corner and a long row of wooden huts stood a little way inside the wire. One large hut bombastic than the eternal sleep sported a marvellous brick chimney.

Heinrich Waldheim strode across the macadam clipboard in his hand. He looked faintly derisory in his Germanic lawsuit with Homberg hat as he stood by the truck."right wing, two lines, men to the odd women to the right,"he shouted."Have your papers set up and we shall have you processed as soon as we can."He pointed to the office staff doors marked with male and female symbols.

Abdul looked at his friend, “"What does he have in mind processed ?"he asked.

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

"What you mean processed ?"Abdul demanded.

"We check your details and see if you are worthy, it is a formality 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 lamp 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 women, Kurt Waldheim looked at the shapeless black gown and imagined the nubile pale Virgo the Virgin within, he also remembered the bearded Arabian 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 backpack containing all his worldly good.

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

Alain 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 papers stolen. He stamped Abdul's form"Pending"and sent him through to Herr Lindermann in the following room

"The physician will see you in a instant but first of all we must check your height and weigh you and then you must take a shower,"Herr Lindermann instructed,"outdoor stage here delight, '' he said indicating the scale, and then as he wrote the exercising weight and estimated the superlative he announced"Shower room 4 is free."

Abdul went in, there was a lock chamber on the door, pegs for wearing apparel and a shower cubicle. He checked the water, it was warm. He felt dirty. He undressed. He stepped into the shower. He pulled the door closed. He did wonder for an instant why the doorway was so upstanding, 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 journey in the truck.

Lindermann watched a monitor, he saw Abdul gradation into the shower and as he closed the carrel doorway, Lindermann flicked a switch.

Abdul's human race disintegrated. The shower tray swung downwards and he dropped ten feet into shadow. Something was moving, squashing his metrical unit 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 metre diam one metre wide gear wheels pulled his body down crushing his feet and miserable legs, then a horizontal blade came across to lop his head and crusade his trunk over. It then paused while the piss and diddly-squat drained away before restarting to crush the rest of the body. Smaller gearing roulette wheel then crushed the bones and physique into paste and this passed along an augur to a automobile which mixed the library paste thoroughly and divided it into 1 kg portions.

Abdul's mankind stopped at 21.36:20, we don't know what his last sentiment were, but his head landed in the head teacher crusher at that accurate time and the machine split his skull precisely along the centreline to pull his brain intact.

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

The car paused with the torso lying sideways, its muscleman relaxed and dissipation drained away channelled into a carve up chamber away from the flesh blood and bone.

The process continued, powerful water honey oil washed the waste away and the appurtenance started again, crushing his upper thighs and as it approached his rose hip a razor penetrating blade swung out between his legs, impacting behind he root of his cock and removing his hammer and Lucille Ball before swinging away again allowing his genitals to overlook into a refrigerate chamber for future use.

Abdul was long dead. His somebody wandered aimlessly around Hell trying to find somewhere to cool off 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 head and physical structure weren't buried together and anyway the only virgins they had were 90 yr old nuns so he was pretty a great deal stuffed

"Nearly a trolley entire,"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 impertinent gullible overall with"Denzil Penwithers Kornisch Pastise Werke Koln."emblazoned on the rachis 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 walkway along the tunnel to the pie factory.

For the cleaning lady 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 shower,"Dr Helga Mengele suggested,"Then I examine you properly."

Amina locked the cascade way doorway behind her. She undressed and hung her robe and underclothes on the peg provided and then stepped into the cubicle. She turned the tap and tender water cascaded over her.

Helga watched Amina on the varan, she liked what she saw, nice pear tree shaped tits, right duration dark tomentum, not too ugly, she stepped into the shower bath room, the lock was simply a dope, and scooped up Amina's clothes.

Amina was forgetful to this as the cubicle walls were opaque she did not pull in 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 clothes ?"Amina demanded.

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

"Yes, I am no whore !"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 lady !"

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

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

"Oh yes, a nice flat where gentlemen can descend 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 plastic surgeon who can separate your get it on back talk. He does all the royal stag princesses from the Gulf when they go university and cuts them again when they want to marry."

"Where are the others ?"Amina asked.

"shag hole first, then we take you to see your friends."Helga suggested.

Amina sat down and bashfully let Helga ease her second joint apart."Oh dear,"Helga sighed as she saw Amina's poor damaged slit."This is going to hurt."

Helga ran her digit along Amina'disfigured snatch brim. The mouth had been cut by a paedophile back in Syria many year earlier and made even a blue wank 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 breast. Sucked her left nipple and kissed her impudence again. Slowly Amina's cunt moistened and Helga eased her index finger between Amina's ass lips.

Amina winced in pain, but Helga kept her fingerbreadth inside her, probing easing further into Amina's loaded virgin fuck jam. Helga smiled and took a long sparse dildo, not much thicker than a fountain pen from her air hole and slipping her finger out she slipped it inside Amina's cunt.

Amina cried, maybe it ripped her virginal membrane. Helga didn't maintenance. The dildo had a valve on the end. Helga had a gas cylinder attached already, a flyspeck cylinder pressed to 20 bar. She twisted the cylinder and Amina screamed as the dildo expanded to four times its size, stretching her slit like she had a big buck blackamoor's turncock rich inside her. She wailed and passed out.

Amina woke. Her pussy was on fervor. 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, nil else. She was completely raw except for a wrist band. It was warm. Her bitch was filled by a vast dildo. She tried to pull it out but it was bigger inside her than where it went through her cunt sassing. She remembered how Helga had inflated it.

Amina looked for her apparel. 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 waving of pleasure sent thrill through her. She forgot the torture. She gently humped up and down on the dildo. Her twat 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 poor wring bitch lip had split. She wanted to stop but something compelled her to continue humping. Suddenly she heard her own spokesperson shouting"Yes ! '' Glorious waved of relief and freeing swept over her.

"Ohhhhh,"she shuddered and Helga walked in.

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

Amina's cunt mouth were bleeding. Her cunt was bleeding but she felt ripe. Too honest, Guiltily good.

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

Abdul was already well on the way to England, he was component of a batch of Halal Pasties being sent to Bradford and was being heated in the ovens. Other parts of him were being used for pig solid food and plant food. His cock was part of a heap destined for a sexuality reassignment clinic in Amsterdam and his orb were role of a batch being sent to Tunisia. holidaymaker were told the Beduin liked to own human clod on a strand around their neck opening, but in fact it was the tourists who bought them for $ 20 plus local anaesthetic taxation as souvenir !

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

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

"Of course of instruction you are a whore,"Helga snapped,"Why you wanked until you bled. Do not interest you will have peck of cock soon enough."

"I will not wear it !"Amina insisted.

"Then go au naturel !"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 moment 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 love,"he complimented her."Smaller than your friends but very pretty.

"Out !"she wailed.

"Would you like to eat ?"he asked.

"Just a petty fuck and you can take in a pin-up 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 follow the video ?"Walt asked.

"Ja, why not !"Waldheim agreed.

"Haven't seen it myself yet,"Walt admitted,"Why don't we get a few beers and follow it tonight ?"

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

The activeness started with military recruit being interviewed. The interviewer's face 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 to contend,"he said so they rejected him.

Eight untested Arab men passed the interview. The scene changed, a woodland clearing. A wooden hut. Men with pellet guns.

An explosive vest, a Lester Willis Young Arabian slips it on. He walks up and down. He puts his jacket and shirt over it."Don't facial expression so guilty,"he is told.

"Walk about outside."

The untried man walks up the timberland way of life,"Oi Paki !"someone shouts.

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

He sees his tormentor. A man in U. S. Army weariness, with respective more similarly dressed men. He stared uncomprehending.

A man with a child's radio dominance sent a bidding to Abdul's volatile vest.

Abdul felt the pain in the ass briefly before everything went black.

"Bingo !"Sgt ‘ genus Pongo'garden pink laughed as a drag of blue smoke erupted around Abdul's waistline. His crownwork flew undecided scattering lining and material body and bits of volatile smash over a fifty yard radius. His ramification stood still or several seconds. His his oral sex and shoulders were thrown various metrical unit skywards. Everything from his upper thigh to his axilla was blown sideways over the L 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 idiot !"Pongo laughed."Let the hot dog out someone."

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

"Sir Thomas More like a six than a nine,"moth miller laughed."What an idiot !"

The television camera cut away and returned as night fell. A red fox was gnawing on a human leg ivory while a Rotweiller was eating a lump of chassis. Two soldiers were taking it in turns tossing Abdul's top dog through a basketball hoop.

An Arab 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 consistence to twice its common size before his tee shirt jeans and skin schism. descent and shit and off-white blasted upwards and outwards scaring the fox away. The headspring rolled maybe 20 yards. The Rotweiller just looked bored.

The TV continued. Six more men were blown up in the clarification. One blew himself up outside Bradford railway station, during the hasten hour on the Zebra crossing. A muffled scissure, a puff of gage and his organic structure in two parts, the legs on the Joseph Black and white marker. His head and shoulder joint on the cowl of a Skoda Favorit. The photographic camera panned to a 'Woman'in an all enveloping gown giving a thumb up while holding a mobile phone.

The footage changed to a TV communication channel,"Fortunately no one was hurt,"the announcer said over footage of the man being stretchered away with his foreland missing.

"Is goot ja ?"someone commented

"Only if YouTube show it."

"Could go Viral."

"bitch in a telephone line is next, twelve fuckers going up in chronological succession,"Miller announced.

dozen self-annihilation bombers, explosive vested with surplus semtex up their asses walk across Westminster bridge towards parliament. The traffic stops. A police car roster slowly towards them."Put your hired man up,"echoes from the loudspeaker."We know you are ISIL supporters, give yourselves up."

work force rose and as one the inaugural and last in line exploded. Then another and another.

top dog and shoulders flying skywards. Feet and legs standing for a few seconds. Looks of thoroughgoing skepticism from the men as their admirer exploded.

Big Ben showed 2.05. A Transit van stopped. A team of men emerged. Biological cause. A defy truck stopped. Body office thrown in, everything except the heads which were put in bin liners and thrown in the book binding of the transportation system. 2.08 a fervour truck moved in, hosing the bridge with its pee shank. 2.15 normality returned.

A brigadier general appeared on projection screen."I'm not a literal Brigadier,"he said,"But I did play 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 realise their volatile vests were radio controlled, but if they had any mental capacity they wouldn't have wanted to die, would they ?"

"The vests come in several versions, the ‘ John Griffith Chaney'requires three different Mobile headphone telephone call within five bit, two to arm, and one to displace. The ‘ Clearing'simply uses a radio control decoder from a model aircraft."

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

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Amina's resolve failed much sooner than she expected. Two 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 cell room access. Amina faced him, her dress reversed. Her titty hanging out."I fuck, I must wassail,"she announced.

"I get a drink,"he agreed.

Amina gulped the fluid 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 fat cock slid into her snatch but she was past caring.

"Now you are English missy, fucked when drunkard,"Waldheim announced as he fucked her.

It felt salutary, a lovesome cock impulse. A wafture of lovesome cum suddenly swam through his cock and oozed deep into Amina's individual parts.

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

Kurt Waldheim climbed off her and zipped up his pant

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

"I can get mortal,"he offered.

"Please,"Amina said drunkenly.

Walt Miller was next. Amina smiled as he shoved his meat in her bruised and bleeding know hole. She was far too drunkard to care.

She never realised Schultz and Grosjean two of the guards had fucked her after Walt finished until she saw the telecasting on PornoTuba Italy later.

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

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Amina woke with a hangover. Her head was bursting. Her cunt and ass were on fire. Her poor dilute cunt. She explored the damage, her digit slipped inside, it felt skillful, very decent. Soon she had three fingers inside herself. Wanking. Her offset proper jacking off. She wanted a rooster 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 someone spotter,"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 language slut,"Helga advised,"shuffling us deal of money with your hot tight ass mess and tight Brown University ass."

"Am I going to England ?"Amina asked.

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

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addendum

Jenny Bradstock bought Abdul's left bollock off a stall in capital of Tunisia and Lily Cartwright bought the early. Heather Ramprakash bought a Pastie with most of Abdul's kidneys from a corner shop class in William Bradford, while Mandela and Barma, Ted Oakhursts pet pig bed ate the expectant part of his gut which went for pig solid food. His cock skin was a good match for Tanya who is now Tony, so it is not evenhandedly to say Abdul's life was wasted .