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

Two uniformed guards closed the big wooden Gates behind it. The driver stopped and jumped down from the cab."Raus !"he shouted,"Everybody out !"He unlocked the rear room access and swung them open..

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

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

One by one the Lester Willis Young men and woman put their hands up. They jumped down off the in high spirits program. The women in all enveloping black robe sat on the sharpness 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 backrest of the fomite."Sorry, couldn't make Dover, but we came here instead,"he apologised.

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

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

They stood blinking in the sunshine, looking for a way to lam. They peered at the triplet rowing of 2 metre mellow mesh fence topped with barbed wire which surrounded the chemical compound. tall sentry pillar with powerful search lights stood at each recess and a hanker row of wooden huts stood a little way inside the wire. One large hut larger than the rest sported a tall brick chimney.

Heinrich Kurt Waldheim strode across the tarmacadam clipboard in his paw. He looked faintly laughable in his Germanic suit with Homberg hat as he stood by the truck."right field, two line of reasoning, men to the left women to the rightfield,"he shouted."Have your report ready and we shall have you processed as soon as we can."He pointed to the government agency doors marked with male person and distaff symbols.

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

"What does he signify document ?"Mustafa replied with a shrug

"What you mean processed ?"Abdul demanded.

"We check your details and see if you are suitable, it is a formalities no more, we have almost no cull, unstrain my supporter,"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 factory, some of you will go there, those with no newspaper, others will work in the town."

There were only three women, Kurt Waldheim looked at the shapeless black robes 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 haversack containing all his worldly goods.

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

Alain DesCartes wore a white pelage and a stethoscope around his neck, 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 next room

"The medico will see you in a mo but start we must check your pinnacle and weigh you and then you must take up a shower,"Herr Lindermann instructed,"sales booth here please, '' he said indicating the weighing machine, and then as he wrote the weight and estimated the height he announced"Shower room 4 is free."

Abdul went in, there was a lock chamber on the room access, peg for clothes and a shower carrel. He checked the piddle, it was lovesome. He felt dirty. He undressed. He stepped into the rain shower. He pulled the room access closed. He did enquire for an jiffy why the doorway was so solid, why it had a natural rubber seal but it never occurred to him that it was in fact soundproof. He was too come to with taking a exhibitioner which he certainly needed after his long journey in the truck.

Lindermann watched a monitor, he saw Abdul step into the shower bath and as he closed the cubicle door, Lindermann flicked a switch.

Abdul's world disintegrated. The shower tray swung downwards and he dropped ten feet into swarthiness. Something was moving, squashing his feet as it revolved. He screamed but no one heard him in the soundproofed putz. 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 car was fully automated, two interlocking one metre diameter one metre astray gear wheels pulled his soundbox down crushing his substructure and lower legs, then a horizontal blade came across to sever his head and fight his physical structure over. It then paused while the piss and shit drained away before restarting to crush the rest of the body. Smaller gear wheel then crushed the bones and flesh into paste and this passed along an augur to a automobile which mixed the spread 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 promontory crusher at that exact sentence and the machine split his skull precisely along the centreline to extract 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 book of instructions were in Korean and none of the technicians could read them.

The machine paused with the eubstance lying sideways, its muscleman relaxed and waste drained away channelled into a split chamber away from the flesh blood and bone.

The process continued, powerful water spirt washed the waste away and the gears started again, crushing his upper thighs and as it approached his hips a razor sharp blade swung out between his legs, impacting behind he root of his cock and removing his shaft and balls before swinging away again allowing his crotch to drop into a refrigerated sleeping room for future use.

Abdul was longsighted dead. His soul wandered aimlessly around inferno 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 promised land as his head and body weren't buried together and anyway the just virgins they had were 90 twelvemonth old conical buoy so he was pretty much stuffed

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

"Ja, I need to stretch my legs,"his co-worker agreed and he went to load the trolley.

Kurt pulled on his smarting green overalls with"Denzil Penwithers Kornisch Pastise Werke Koln."emblazoned on the spinal column and started to laden 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 paseo along the burrow to the pie factory.

For the women it was different, out of respect a peeress medico examined them, if they were fit they went to the ladies shower elbow 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 room access behind her. She undressed and hung her robe and underwear on the peg provided and then stepped into the stall. She turned the tap and warm body of water cascaded over her.

Helga watched Amina on the Monitor, she liked what she saw, squeamish pear shaped knocker, decent distance dark haircloth, not too ugly, she stepped into the shower room, the ringlet was simply a boob, and scooped up Amina's clothes.

Amina was oblivious to this as the cubicle rampart were unintelligible she did not realize anything was wrong until she tried to unfold the door.

"Hey !"she shouted.

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

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

"Burned,"Helga said apologetically,"Fill of plant louse, disgusting. Now please your have sex hole, your slit. show up 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 saturated womanhood !"

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

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

"Oh yes, a nice flat where valet de chambre can come and get it on you. It is in Lewisham,"Helga explained."You do a workweek training in capital of The Netherlands on the streets and then we take you to London."

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

"Oh yes,"Helga explained, I know a very good charge card surgeon who can classify your know 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 maw first, then we take you to see your friends."Helga suggested.

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

Helga ran her finger along Amina'disfigured snatch lips. The lips had been cut by a pedophile back in Syria many old age 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 impudence. She caressed Amina's left breast. Sucked her entrust nipple and kissed her cheek again. Slowly Amina's cunt moistened and Helga eased her index finger between Amina's know lips.

Amina winced in pain, but Helga kept her digit inside her, probing easing further into Amina's plastered Virgin fuck golf hole. Helga smiled and took a yearn thin dildo, not much thicker than a fountain pen from her pocket 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 cylinder and Amina screamed as the dildo expanded to four times its sizing, stretching her cunt like she had a big buck negro's cock deep inside her. She wailed and passed out.

Amina woke. Her cunt was on flame. 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 electric cell perhaps.

There was a bed and a chair, zero else. She was completely bare except for a wrist band. It was warm up. Her cunt was filled by a huge dildo. She tried to pull it out but it was bountiful inside her than where it went through her cunt lips. 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 undulation of pleasure sent chill 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 wretched distorted bitch lip had split. She wanted to stop but something compelled her to continue 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.

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

Amina's twat sass were bleeding. Her cunt was bleeding but she felt secure. Too effective, Guiltily good.

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

Abdul was already well on the way to England, he was part of a pot of Halal Pasties being sent to Bradford and was being heated in the ovens. other section of him were being used for pig food and fertilizer. His cock was part of a clutch destined for a gender reassignment clinic in Amsterdam and his balls were portion of a batch being sent to Tunisia. Tourists were told the Bedouin liked to give human being formal on a drawstring around their necks, but in fact it was the holidaymaker who bought them for $ 20 plus local taxes as souvenirs !

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 roue dripped down her leg.

"Of course of instruction you are a tart,"Helga snapped,"Why you wanked until you bled. Do not worry you will have plenty of tool soon enough."

"I will not fag out it !"Amina insisted.

"Then go bare !"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 titmouse flopped out.

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

"Get out !"Amina screamed.

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

"Out !"she wailed.

"Would you like to eat ?"he asked.

"Just a slight shag and you can take a lovely 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 Alton Glenn Miller in the corridor."How you doing ?"he asked his old buddy.

"Not so bad, you want to watch the video recording ?"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 check it tonight ?"

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Walt had a six pack of Budweiser, Kurt Waldheim Carlsberg, Anton DuBois a feeding bottle of white Burgundy and they sat in the agency waiting for the video to start on the big screen.

The action started with enlistee being interviewed. The interviewer's aspect 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 know to contend,"he said so they rejected him.

Eight untried Arab men passed the audience. The fit changed, a timber clearing. A wooden hut. Men with shot guns.

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

"Walk about outside."

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

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

He sees his tormentor. A man in army fatigue, with several more than similarly dressed men. He stared uncomprehending.

A man with a minor's radio receiver dominance sent a command to Abdul's explosive vest.

Abdul felt the pain briefly before everything went black.

"beano !"Sgt ‘ Pongo'pink laughed as a puff of racy smoke erupted around Abdul's waistline. His jacket flew open scattering lining and human body and spot of volatile bash over a fifty yard r. His legs stood still or several seconds. His his point and articulatio humeri were thrown several feet skywards. Everything from his pep pill second joint to his axillary fossa was blown sideways over the fifty thousand radius. Finally his head word and percentage of his spine landed.

A soldier held up a turn. 5 and another held two 5.5 while a third gear agreed with 5.

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

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

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

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

The Camera cut away and returned as night fell. A red fox was gnawing on a homo leg bone while a Rotweiller was eating a lump 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 pounds of semtex hidden up his ass exploded blowing his trunk to twice its usual sizing before his tee shirt blue jean and clamber rent. parentage and mother fucker and bone blasted upwards and outwards scaring the fox away. The head rolled maybe twenty 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 rush hr on the Zebra hybridisation. A muffled crack, a blow of fastball and his soundbox in two theatrical role, the stage on the smuggled and white markings. His head and shoulders on the cowl of a Skoda Favorit. The camera panned to a 'Woman'in an all enveloping robe giving a ovolo up while holding a peregrine phone.

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

"Is goot ja ?"someone commented

"Only if YouTube show it."

"Could go Viral."

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

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

paw rose and as one the first and last in course exploded. Then another and another.

Heads and berm flying skywards. fundament and legs standing for a few instant. flavour of utter disbelief from the men as their friend exploded.

Big Ben showed 2.05. A Transit van stopped. A team of men emerged. biological suits. A refuse truck stopped. Body parts thrown in, everything except the nous which were put in bin liner and thrown in the back of the Transit. 2.08 a flack hand truck moved in, hosing the bridge with its weewee cannon. 2.15 normality returned.

A Brigadier appeared on concealment."I'm not a real number Brigadier,"he said,"But I did diddle Colonel Melchett in a show at the Appollo, Ealing Broadway. What you have just seen is several very dolt Young men being blown up safely. They wanted to die for ISIL so we obliged. They did not actualize their explosive vests were radio controlled, but if they had any brains they wouldn't have wanted to die, would they ?"

"The vests come in several version, the ‘ London'requires three dissimilar fluid sound calls within five arcminute, two to arm, and one to fire. The ‘ Clearing'simply uses a radio ascendence decoder from a model aircraft."

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

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Amina's answer failed much preferably than she expected. Two days. 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 cell door. Amina faced him, her dress reversed. Her tits hanging out."I fuck, I must drink,"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 hurting as his shortstop fat putz slid into her bitch but she was preceding caring.

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

It felt right, a tender pecker pulsing. A wave of warm cum suddenly swam through his cock and oozed deep into Amina's individual 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 Miller was future. Amina smiled as he shoved his center in her contuse and bleeding fuck hole. She was far too fuddle to care.

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

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

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Amina woke with a katzenjammer. Her pass was bursting. Her cunt and ass were on ardour. Her poor elongate bitch. She explored the damage, her digit slipped inside, it felt nice, very nice. Soon she had three finger's breadth 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 food, OK ?"

"Please no."Amina pleaded.

"Or wank cashbox you cum while mortal sentinel,"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 slovenly woman,"Helga advised,"brand us lots of money with your hot tight fuck hole and mingy Brown University ass."

"Am I going to England ?"Amina asked.

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

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Postscript

Jenny Bradstock bought Abdul's left bollock off a booth in Tunis and Lily Cartwright bought the other. Heather Ramprakash bought a Pastie with most of Abdul's kidneys from a box shop in William Bradford, while Mandela and Barma, Ted Oakhursts pet Sus scrofa ate the giving parting of his intestines which went for pig food. His dick skin was a good match for Tanya who is now Tony, so it is not evenhandedly to say Abdul's living was wasted .