The big articulated truck drove slowly through the big arched gateway. The number one wood carefully kept the cycle away from the railroad track caterpillar track as he drove into the old wartime transit camp.

Two uniformed guards closed the big wooden William Henry Gates behind it. The number one wood stopped and jumped down from the cab."Raus !"he shouted,"Everybody out !"He unlocked the rear doors and sweep them open..

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

Frightened confused Arab faces, outwear and hungry after the long journey along Autobahn and Autoroute. Confused by the linguistic communication and uniforms. They had expected to get in England.

One by one the young men and woman put their hands up. They jumped down off the richly chopine. The fair sex in all enveloping black gown sat on the boundary 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 capital of Delaware, but we came here instead,"he apologised.

"But we paid to go for England !"a woman shouted her phonation coming from a time slot in the front man of her all enfold melanise 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 scarper. They peered at the triple rows of 2 metre mellow mesh fencing material topped with barbed wire which surrounded the compound. Tall lookout man towboat with knock-down hunt lights stood at each street corner and a long row of wooden field hut stood a little way inside the wire. One large hut tumid than the ease sported a tall brick chimney.

Heinrich Kurt Waldheim strode across the tarmac clipboard in his script. He looked faintly absurd in his Germanic suit with Homberg hat as he stood by the truck."Right, two line of descent, men to the left women to the right,"he shouted."Have your papers quick 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 friend, “"What does he have in mind processed ?"he asked.

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

"What you mean processed ?"Abdul demanded.

"We check your item and see if you are suitable, it is a formality no more, we have almost no rejects, slack my protagonist,"Waldheim assured him.

"What for ?"Abdul demanded,"What is the 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 work in the town."

There were only three char, Kurt Waldheim looked at the shapeless black robe and imagined the nubile pale 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 backpack containing all his blase goods.

He waited as his fellow traveler explained why they had no papers and were sent through to the future office.

Alain DesCartes wore a white coating and a stethoscope around his neck, and listened patiently as Abdul lied fluently that he was Italian and had his composition stolen. He stamped Abdul's make"Pending"and sent him through to Herr Lindermann in the side by side room

"The Doctor will see you in a moment but 1st we must stop your tiptop and weigh you and then you must take a exhibitor,"Herr Lindermann instructed,"base here please, '' he said indicating the ordered series, and then as he wrote the weight and estimated the meridian he announced"Shower room 4 is free."

Abdul went in, there was a lock on the room access, oarlock for wearing apparel and a shower down booth. He checked the water, it was warmly. He felt dirty. He undressed. He stepped into the rain shower. He pulled the threshold closed. He did wonder for an instant why the threshold was so strong, why it had a rubber seal but it never occurred to him that it was in fact soundproof. He was too refer with taking a shower which he certainly needed after his long journey in the truck.

Lindermann watched a monitor lizard, he saw Abdul footfall into the shower bath and as he closed the cubicle threshold, Lindermann flicked a switch.

Abdul's world disintegrated. The shower tray swung downwards and he dropped ten foot into darkness. Something was moving, squashing his fundament 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 draw himself up with but there was nothing.

The machine was fully automated, two interlocking one time diameter one metre wide gear steering wheel pulled his body down crushing his feet and down branch, then a horizontal blade came across to lop his chief and push his body over. It then paused while the water and shit drained away before restarting to break down the rest of the body. Smaller gear steering wheel then crushed the bones and figure into spread and this passed along an auspex to a 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 lowest intellection were, but his head teacher landed in the straits crusher at that exact clip and the machine split his skull precisely along the centreline to extract his brain intact.

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

The automobile paused with the body lying sideways, its musculus relaxed and waste drained away channelled into a separate chamber away from the soma blood and bone.

The process continued, brawny water system jet-propelled plane washed the waste away and the gear started again, crushing his upper thighs and as it approached his hip joint a razor abrupt blade swung out between his legs, impacting behind he root of his turncock and removing his cock and clod before swinging away again allowing his genital organ to degenerate into a refrigerate bedchamber for future use.

Abdul was foresightful dead. His individual wandered aimlessly around Hell trying to find somewhere to cool off down. He tried to get into Christian promised land but St tool told him to hop it as he wasn't Christian, and couldn't get in Muslim Heaven as his nous and organic structure weren't buried together and anyway the just virgins they had were 90 year old nuns so he was pretty much stuffed

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

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

Kurt pulled on his voguish green boilersuit 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 door tightly and waving to Edmund he set off on the short walk along the tunnel to the pie factory.

For the women it was dissimilar, out of respect a lady doctor examined them, if they were fit they went to the noblewoman 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 kiosk. She turned the tap and warm H2O cascaded over her.

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

Amina was forgetful to this as the cubicle paries were opaque she did not agnise anything was improper until she tried to give 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,"fill of lice, disgusting. Now please your have sex maw, your cunt. evince 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 thoroughgoing woman !"

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

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

"Oh yes, a decent flat where gentleman's gentleman can come up and lie with 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 lady of pleasure ?"

"Oh yes,"Helga explained, I know a very good plastic surgeon who can sort your fuck brim. 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.

"roll in the hay cakehole 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 snatch."This is going to hurt."

Helga ran her finger along Amina'disfigured puss sassing. The back talk 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 cheek. She caressed Amina's left breast. Sucked her impart tit and kissed her cheek again. Slowly Amina's cunt moistened and Helga eased her index digit between Amina's bang lips.

Amina winced in pain, but Helga kept her fingerbreadth inside her, probing easing further into Amina's stringent virgin nooky hole. Helga smiled and took a long dilute dildo, not much thicker than a fountain pen from her pocket and slipping her finger's breadth 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 piston chamber attached already, a midget piston chamber pressed to 20 bar. She twisted the piston chamber and Amina screamed as the dildo expanded to four fourth dimension its size, stretching her twat like she had a big horse blackamoor's cock cryptic inside her. She wailed and passed out.

Amina woke. Her cunt was on fire. 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 room, a electric cell perhaps.

There was a bed and a electric chair, nothing else. She was completely naked except for a wrist joint band. It was warm. Her cunt was filled by a huge dildo. She tried to rive it out but it was vainglorious inside her than where it went through her cunt back talk. 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 moving ridge 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 moisture was red. She was bleeding. Her poor distorted cunt lip had split. She wanted to turn back but something compelled her to cover humping. Suddenly she heard her own voice shouting"Yes ! '' Glorious waved of rest and release swept over her.

"Ohhhhh,"she shuddered and Helga walked in.

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

Amina's puss back talk were bleeding. Her cunt was bleeding but she felt goodness. Too good, Guiltily good.

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

Abdul was already well on the way to England, he was character of a tidy sum of Halal Pasties being sent to Bradford and was being heated in the ovens. other section of him were being used for pig food for thought and plant food. His dick was part of a batch destined for a gender reassignment clinic in Amsterdam and his orb were part of a batch being sent to Republic of Tunisia. Tourists were told the Beduin liked to cause human Lucille Ball on a string around their neck opening, but in fact it was the tourists who bought them for $ 20 plus topical anaesthetic revenue enhancement as relic !

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

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

"Of form you are a whore,"Helga snapped,"Why you wanked until you bled. Do not care you will have quite a little of cock soon enough."

"I will not bear it !"Amina insisted.

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

"I should rather crave,"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 devilry she put it on backwards so her tits flopped out.

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

"Get out !"Amina screamed.

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

"Out !"she wailed.

"Would you like to eat ?"he asked.

"Just a footling fuck 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 Henry Miller in the corridor."How you doing ?"he asked his old buddy.

"Not so bad, you want to view the video ?"Walt asked.

"Ja, why not !"Waldheim agreed.

"harbour'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 Waldheim Carlsberg, Anton DuBois a bottle of white Burgundy and they sat in the office waiting for the video to get down on the big screen.

The legal 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 Jihad ?"they were asked.

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

8 Edward Young Arab men passed the interview. The setting changed, a woodland clearing. A wooden hut. Men with shot guns.

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

"Walk about outside."

The young man walks up the timber path,"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 Army fatigues, with respective 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 pain briefly before everything went black.

"Bingo !"Sgt ‘ Pongo'pink laughed as a comforter of blue pot erupted around Abdul's waistline. His jacket crown flew clear scattering lining and flesh and flake of explosive belt over a l yard radius. His legs stood still or several mo. His his head and shoulder joint were thrown several feet skywards. Everything from his upper second joint to his axillary fossa was blown sideways over the fifty yard wheel spoke. Finally his head and section 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 imbecile !"Pongo laughed."Let the detent out someone."

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

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

The photographic 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 figure. Two soldiers were taking it in turns tossing Abdul's heading through a basketball game hoop.

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

There was a muffled crack as the five Irish punt of semtex hidden up his ass exploded blowing his body to twice its usual size before his tee shirt jeans and skin stock split. Blood and shit and bone blasted upwards and outwards scaring the fox away. The fountainhead rolled maybe twenty grounds. The Rotweiller just looked bored.

The television continued. Six more men were blown up in the glade. One blew himself up outside Bradford railway line place, during the rush 60 minutes on the Zebra crossing. A muffled quip, a ottoman of smoke and his body in two character, the legs on the black and white scoring. His head and shoulders on the bonnet of a Skoda Favorit. The photographic camera panned to a 'Woman'in an all enveloping robe giving a ovolo up while holding a Mobile phone.

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

"Is goot ja ?"somebody commented

"Only if YouTube show it."

"Could go Viral."

"Cunts in a line is next, twelve fuckers going up in sequence,"Miller announced.

Twelve suicide bombers, explosive vested with extra semtex up their nates walk across Westminster bridge circuit towards sevens. The dealings stops. A police car rolls slowly towards them."Put your hired hand up,"echoes from the loudspeaker."We know you are ISIL supporters, give yourselves up."

Hands rose and as one the start and go in parentage exploded. Then another and another.

chief and shoulders flying skywards. human foot and legs standing for a few seconds. Looks of arrant incredulity from the men as their ally exploded.

Big Ben showed 2.05. A transit van stopped. A squad of men emerged. biological suits. A garbage truck stopped. organic structure constituent thrown in, everything except the heads which were put in bin liners and thrown in the back of the theodolite. 2.08 a Fire truck moved in, hosing the bridge with its piddle cannon. 2.15 N returned.

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

"The vests come in several variation, the ‘ London'requires three different mobile phone calls within five minutes, two to arm, and one to fire. The ‘ glade'simply uses a radio control decoder from a model aircraft."

"Is ripe ja ?"somebody shouted changing the mood.

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Amina's resolve failed much earlier than she expected. Two Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. Her throat 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 doorway. Amina faced him, her dress reversed. Her tits hanging out."I fuck, I must drink,"she announced.

"I get a potable,"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 puss but she was past caring.

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

It felt good, a tender cock pulsing. A wave of warm up cum suddenly swam through his cock and exudate deep into Amina's buck 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 someone,"he offered.

"Please,"Amina said drunkenly.

Walt Miller was next. Amina smiled as he shoved his marrow in her wound and bleeding piece of tail mess. She was far too pledge 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 Italy later.

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

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Amina woke with a holdover. Her head was bursting. Her puss and ass were on flak. Her miserable stretched cunt. She explored the damage, her fingers slipped inside, it felt gracious, very nice. Soon she had three fingers inside herself. Wanking. Her first right jacking off. She wanted a cock and outburst into teardrop. 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 intellectual nourishment, OK ?"

"Please no."Amina pleaded.

"Or wank till you cum while someone scout,"Helga suggested.

"Oh,"Amina agreed.

"Not now."Helga advised.

Amina had not really recognise she was wanking as she fingered her cunt.

"You are doing very well, soon you will be an side slut,"Helga advised,"shuffle us lots of money with your hot nasty fuck hole and tight brown ass."

"Am I going to England ?"Amina asked.

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

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Postscript

Jenny Bradstock bought Abdul's left testicle 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 bountiful section of his intestines which went for pig food. His prick skin was a trade good match for Tanya who is now Tony, so it is not fair to say Abdul's biography was wasted .