The big word hand truck drove slowly through the big arched gateway. The driver carefully kept the steering wheel 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 set up doors and swung them open..

Anxious faces peered out over the boxes in the spinal column of the semi."Out, Raus !"the uniformed safety device shouted as stood waiting rifles in hand.

Frightened broken Arab faces, tired and athirst after the farsighted journey along Autobahn and Autoroute. Confused by the speech and uniforms. They had expected to arrive in England.

One by one the youth men and cleaning woman put their helping hand up. They jumped down off the high gear political platform. The women in all wrap black robes sat on the edge of the door 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 adult female shouted her interpreter coming from a time slot in the nominal head of her all enveloping black robe.

"And paid very well give thanks you,"the driver laughed. The sentry go smiled broadly at the joke.

They stood blinking in the sunlight, looking for a way to turn tail. They peered at the triplet rows of 2 metre high ensnarl fencing topped with barbed wire which surrounded the compound. tall watch towers with herculean search lights stood at each recession and a long row of wooden huts stood a little way inside the wire. One large hut larger than the rest sported a tall brick chimney.

Heinrich Waldheim strode across the tarmacadam clipboard in his hand. He looked faintly ridiculous in his Germanic suit with Homberg hat as he stood by the truck."rightfulness, two lines, men to the leave women to the right,"he shouted."Have your written document quick and we shall have you processed as soon as we can."He pointed to the federal agency doors marked with male and female symbols.

Abdul looked at his Friend, “"What does he imply 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 suitable, it is a formality no more, we have almost no rejects, loosen up my friend,"Waldheim assured him.

"What for ?"Abdul demanded,"What is the lamp chimney !"Abdul asked pointing to the improbable smoke chimney towering over one of the huts.

"That is the pie factory, some of you will go there, those with no document, others will make in the town."

There were only three women, Kurt Waldheim looked at the shapeless lightlessness gown and imagined the nubile pale virgins 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 haversack containing all his worldly goodness.

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

Alain Descartes wore a whitened coat and a stethoscope around his neck opening, 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 room

"The Doctor will see you in a moment but world-class we must check your height and weigh you and then you must take a exhibitor,"Herr Lindermann instructed,"point of view here please, '' he said indicating the exfoliation, and then as he wrote the weight and estimated the height he announced"exhibitioner room 4 is free."

Abdul went in, there was a lock on the doorway, thole for clothes and a shower down cubicle. He checked the water, it was ardent. He felt dirty. He undressed. He stepped into the shower. He pulled the door closed. He did question for an New York minute why the door was so solid, why it had a synthetic rubber seal but it never occurred to him that it was in fact soundproof. He was too concerned with taking a shower bath which he certainly needed after his long journey in the truck.

Lindermann watched a varan, he saw Abdul footfall into the shower and as he closed the cubicle door, Lindermann flicked a switch.

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

The motorcar was fully automated, two interlocking one measure diameter one metre blanket gearing wheels pulled his body down crushing his ft and low-pitched legs, then a horizontal blade came across to break up his promontory and campaign his body over. It then paused while the piss and shit drained away before restarting to jam the rest of the consistency. Smaller cogwheel steering wheel then crushed the pearl and flesh into paste and this passed along an augur to a machine which mixed the library paste thoroughly and divided it into 1 kg portions.

Abdul's humanity stopped at 21.36:20, we don't know what his close thoughts were, but his heading landed in the head word crusher at that precise time and the machine split his skull precisely along the centreline to draw out his mind intact.

Two bored technicians Edmund Schultz and Kurt Ratchenheim watched porn and occasionally checked a Monitor but the precision made"Kim Carl 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 consistency lying sideways, its brawn relaxed and waste drained away channelled into a carve up chamber away from the physical body blood and bone.

The process continued, brawny water K washed the dissipation away and the gears started again, crushing his upper berth thighs and as it approached his articulatio coxae a razor sharp steel swung out between his pegleg, impacting behind he root of his hammer and removing his cock and orb before swinging away again allowing his genitalia to dangle into a refrigerate chamber for future use.

Abdul was long utter. His soul wandered aimlessly around nether region trying to find somewhere to cool down. He tried to get into Christian heaven but St tool told him to hop it as he wasn't Christian, and couldn't get in Moslem Heaven as his head word and eubstance weren't buried together and anyway the lone virgins they had were 90 year old nun buoy so he was pretty much stuffed

"Nearly a tram full,"Schultz observed,"Your go I think."

"Ja, I need to stretch my wooden leg,"his colleague agreed and he went to load the trolley.

Kurt pulled on his smart light-green overall with"Denzil Penwithers Kornisch Pastise Werke Koln."emblazoned on the back and started to load the 1 kg trays of homo pie filling into the refrigerated streetcar. He closed the doors tightly and waving to Edmund he set off on the short paseo 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 door behind her. She undressed and hung her robe and underwear on the peg provided and then stepped into the cell. She turned the tap and warm water cascaded over her.

Helga watched Amina on the varan, she liked what she saw, nice pear shaped tits, decent length dark hair, not too ugly, she stepped into the shower room, the lock was simply a blank, and scooped up Amina's clothes.

Amina was oblivious to this as the cell walls were opaque she did not realise anything was wrong until she tried to open up the door.

"Hey !"she shouted.

Helga let her out,"Now I examine you,"she said,"Sit down and render me your piece of tail hole."

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

"Burned,"Helga said apologetically,"filling of bird louse, disgusting. Now please your screw muddle, your cunt. point 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 vestal woman !"

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

"In Jack London, a flat and a job ?"Amina asked.

"Oh yes, a dainty flat where gentlemen can come and have intercourse you. It is in Lewisham,"Helga explained."You do a calendar 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 cyprian ?"

"Oh yes,"Helga explained, I know a very honorable credit card operating surgeon who can sort your fuck lip. 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.

"screw yap first, then we take you to see your friends."Helga suggested.

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

Helga ran her fingerbreadth along Amina'disfigured cunt brim. The lips had been cut by a paedophile back in Syria many old age earlier and made even a lenify wank painful, though, luckily Amina's clitoris was still intact.

"Relax liebchen,"Helga cooed and she tenderly kissed Amina's boldness. She caressed Amina's left chest. Sucked her odd mamilla and kissed her cheek again. Slowly Amina's cunt moistened and Helga eased her index number finger between Amina's screwing lips.

Amina winced in pain, but Helga kept her finger inside her, probing easing further into Amina's sozzled virgin fuck hole. Helga smiled and took a long thin dildo, not lots thicker than a fountain pen from her sac and slipping her digit out she slipped it inside Amina's cunt.

Amina cried, maybe it ripped her virginal membrane. Helga didn't care. The dildo had a valve on the end. Helga had a gas piston chamber attached already, a flyspeck cylinder pressed to 20 bar. She twisted the cylinder and Amina screamed as the dildo expanded to four sentence its size of it, stretching her cunt like she had a big buck Negroid's shaft cryptic inside her. She wailed and passed out.

Amina woke. Her cunt was on fire. An agonising intense 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 small room, a cell perhaps.

There was a bed and a chairperson, nothing else. She was completely nude except for a wrist band. It was warmly. Her cunt was filled by a huge dildo. She tried to pull 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 wearing 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 undulation of delight sent tingle through her. She forgot the agony. She gently humped up and down on the dildo. Her bitch 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 short wring cunt lip had split. She wanted to terminate but something compelled her to extend humping. Suddenly she heard her own voice shouting"Yes ! '' Glorious waved of relief and release swept over her.

"Ohhhhh,"she shuddered and Helga walked in.

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

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

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

Abdul was already well on the way to England, he was region of a batch of Halal Pasties being sent to Bradford and was being heated in the ovens. former parts of him were being used for pig nutrient and plant food. His rooster was share of a batch destined for a gender reassignment clinic in capital of The Netherlands and his balls were parting of a batch being sent to Republic of Tunisia. tourer were told the Bedouin liked to ingest man glob on a string around their cervix, but in fact it was the holidaymaker who bought them for $ 20 plus local taxes as souvenirs !

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

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

"Of course of study you are a working girl,"Helga snapped,"Why you wanked until you bled. Do not occupy you will throw plenty of cock 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 shenanigan she put it on backwards so her tits flopped out.

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

"Get out !"Amina screamed.

"Delightful titmouse my dear,"he complimented her."Smaller than your friends but very pretty.

"Out !"she wailed.

"Would you like to eat ?"he asked.

"Just a little fuck and you can have a cover girl 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 Miller in the corridor."How you doing ?"he asked his old buddy.

"Not so bad, you want to keep an eye on 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 watch it tonight ?"

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Walt had a six multitude of Budweiser, Kurt Kurt Waldheim Carlsberg, Anton DuBois a bottle of Chablis and they sat in the berth waiting for the telecasting to start on the big screen.

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

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

One shook his promontory,"I wish to exist to campaign,"he said so they rejected him.

Eight young Arabian men passed the audience. The scene changed, a forest glade. A wooden hut. Men with shot guns.

An explosive vest, a Thomas Young Arab slips it on. He walks up and down. He puts his jacket and shirt over it."Don't look so shamed,"he is told.

"Walk about outside."

The young man walks up the woodland path,"Oi Paki !"soul shouts.

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

He sees his tormenter. A man in Army fatigues, with respective to a greater extent similarly dressed men. He stared uncomprehending.

A man with a minor's wireless control sent a bidding to Abdul's explosive vest.

Abdul felt the pain briefly before everything went black.

"Bingo !"Sgt ‘ Pongo'Pink laughed as a puff of blue Mary Jane erupted around Abdul's waist. His crownwork flew open scattering lining and build and morsel of explosive belt over a 50 grand radius. His legs stood still or several seconds. His his oral sex and shoulders were thrown several feet skywards. Everything from his upper thighs to his axillary cavity was blown sideways over the fifty yard wheel spoke. Finally his head and part of his spine landed.

A soldier held up a numeral. 5 and another held two 5.5 while a one-third agreed with 5.

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

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

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

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

The Camera cut away and returned as night fell. A red fox was gnawing on a human leg bone while a Rotweiller was eating a hunk of flesh. 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 muffled crack as the five Egyptian pound of semtex hidden up his ass exploded blowing his consistency to twice its usual size before his tee shirt jeans and skin Split. Blood and shit and os blasted upwards and outwards scaring the fox away. The head rolled maybe twenty thousand. The Rotweiller just looked bored.

The picture continued. Six more men were blown up in the clearing. One blew himself up outside William Bradford railway line station, during the rush hr on the Zebra cross. A dampen crack, a blow of weed and his eubstance in two office, the legs on the black and white marker. His head and berm on the bonnet of a Skoda Favorit. The camera panned to a 'Woman'in an all enveloping gown giving a thumbs up while holding a mobile headphone.

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 head missing.

"Is goot ja ?"person commented

"Only if YouTube show it."

"Could go Viral."

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

twelve self-destruction hoagie, explosive vested with extra semtex up their asses walk across Westminster bridge deck towards fantan. The traffic stops. A police car rolls slowly towards them."Put your hands up,"echoes from the speaker unit."We know you are ISIL supporters, give yourselves up."

Hands rose and as one the first and conclusion in blood line exploded. Then another and another.

drumhead and shoulders flying skywards. Feet and legs standing for a few sec. Looks of utter incredulity from the men as their friends exploded.

Big Ben showed 2.05. A Transit van stopped. A squad of men emerged. biological suits. A refuse truck stopped. soundbox share thrown in, everything except the heads which were put in bin liners and thrown in the rear of the Transit. 2.08 a Fire motortruck moved in, hosing the bridge with its urine cannon. 2.15 normality returned.

A Brigadier appeared on screenland."I'm not a rattling brigadier,"he said,"But I did spiel Colonel Melchett in a display at the Appollo, Ealing Broadway. What you have just seen is several very stupefied young men being blown up safely. They wanted to die for ISIL so we obliged. They did not bring in 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 several versions, the ‘ Greater London'requires three dissimilar mobile earphone birdsong within five minutes, two to arm, and one to fire. The ‘ glade'simply uses a radio mastery decipherer from a example aircraft."

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

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

"I fuck, OK ?"she shouted.

Heinrich Kurt Waldheim opened her cell room access. Amina faced him, her wearing apparel reversed. Her mamilla hanging out."I fuck, I must imbibe,"she announced.

"I get a drink,"he agreed.

Amina gulped the liquid greedily, unaware it was 25 % Vodka. Her judgement swam pleasantly. She barely noticed Kurt lifting her onto the bed. She had a legal brief infliction as his poor fat putz slid into her cunt but she was by caring.

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

It felt right, a tender peter impulse. A wave of warmly cum suddenly swam through his tool and oozed oceanic abyss into Amina's private parts.

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

Waldheim climbed off her and zipped up his knickers

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

"I can get somebody,"he offered.

"Please,"Amina said drunkenly.

Walt miller was future. Amina smiled as he shoved his meat in her bruised and bleeding bed hole. She was far too drunk to care.

She never realised Schultz and Grosjean two of the safeguard had fucked her after Walt finished until she saw the video on PornoTuba Italia later.

She wondered why her ass hurt, but seeing herself on the picture sitting on Schutz's lap with his rooster up her ass while Grosjean fucked her cunt sorting of explained things.

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Amina woke with a holdover. Her head was bursting. Her snatch and ass were on firing. Her poor stretched slit. She explored the damage, her finger's breadth slipped inside, it felt nice, very nice. Soon she had three fingers inside herself. Wanking. Her first proper wank. She wanted a cock and fit 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 till you cum while somebody picket,"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 fornicatress,"Helga advised,"brand us lots of money with your hot tight piece of tail fix and nasty brown ass."

"Am I going to England ?"Amina asked.

"Of course,"Helga replied,"The male child are there already."

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Postscript

jenny Bradstock bought Abdul's left bollock off a stall in capital of Tunisia and Lily Edmund Cartwright bought the early. Heather Ramprakash bought a Pastie with virtually of Abdul's kidneys from a corner shop in Bradford, while Mandela and Barma, Ted Oakhursts pet Sus scrofa ate the self-aggrandising part of his intestines which went for pig intellectual nourishment. His cock skin was a good match for Tanya who is now Tony, so it is not bonnie to say Abdul's life sentence was wasted .