The big vocalize truck drove slowly through the big arched gateway. The driver carefully kept the wheels away from the railway rails as he drove into the old wartime transit camp.

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

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

Frightened disoriented Arab faces, tired and athirst after the long journey along Autobahn and Autoroute. Confused by the linguistic process and uniforms. They had expected to arrive in England.

One by one the young men and fair sex put their hands up. They jumped down off the highschool platform. The cleaning lady in all envelop blackness robe 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 capital of Delaware, but we came here instead,"he apologised.

"But we paid to go for England !"a woman shouted her vocalization coming from a expansion slot in the front of her all enveloping blackened 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 bunk. They peered at the Triple rows of 2 beat highschool net fencing topped with barbed conducting wire which surrounded the compound. Tall spotter pillar with powerful hunting spark stood at each niche and a farseeing row of wooden hut stood a fiddling way inside the wire. One tumid hut tumid than the residuum sported a tall brick chimney.

Heinrich Waldheim strode across the macadam clipboard in his hand. He looked faintly idiotic in his Germanic courting with Homberg hat as he stood by the truck."Right, two lines, men to the remaining women to the right,"he shouted."Have your theme cook and we shall have you processed as soon as we can."He pointed to the office doorway marked with male and female person symbols.

Abdul looked at his friend, “"What does he stand for processed ?"he asked.

"What does he think newspaper ?"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 reject, relax my friend,"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 theme, others will work in the town."

There were only three charwoman, Kurt Waldheim looked at the formless fateful gown and imagined the nubile picket virgins within, he also remembered the bearded Arab they found dressed as a adult female the previous week, he smiled to himself, the guy wouldn't try that again.

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

He waited as his companions explained why they had no papers and were sent through to the succeeding 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 future room

"The doc will see you in a moment but first we must find out your pinnacle and weigh you and then you must shoot a exhibitor,"Herr Lindermann instructed,"Stand here delight, '' he said indicating the graduated table, 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 on the door, pegleg for dress and a exhibitioner 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 question for an heartbeat 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 touch on with taking a shower bath which he certainly needed after his long journey in the truck.

Lindermann watched a monitor, he saw Abdul tone into the shower bath and as he closed the cubicle doorway, 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 animal foot as it revolved. He screamed but no one heard him in the soundproofed shaft. 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 time diameter one m wide gear wheels pulled his body down crushing his feet and low-spirited stage, then a horizontal blade came across to discerp his head and tug his trunk over. It then paused while the piss and shit drained away before restarting to crush the rest of the body. Smaller gear mechanism roulette wheel then crushed the castanets and anatomy into spread and this passed along an augur to a machine which mixed the spread thoroughly and divided it into 1 kg portions.

Abdul's humans stopped at 21.36:20, we don't know what his last mentation were, but his top dog landed in the head crusher at that precise meter and the car split his skull precisely along the centreline to excerpt his head intact.

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

The machine paused with the organic structure lying sideways, its muscles relaxed and waste drained away channelled into a separate chamber away from the build blood and bone.

The mental process continued, powerful piddle jets washed the waste away and the geartrain started again, crushing his upper thigh and as it approached his rosehip a razor keen blade swung out between his legs, impacting behind he root of his prick and removing his shaft and balls before swinging away again allowing his genitals to drop into a refrigerated chamber for future use.

Abdul was long dead. His soul wandered aimlessly around hell on earth trying to see somewhere to cool off down. He tried to get into Christian Eden but St St. Peter told him to hop it as he wasn't Christian, and couldn't get in Moslem Heaven as his question and trunk weren't buried together and anyway the only virgins they had were 90 yr old nun buoy so he was pretty much stuffed

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

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

Kurt pulled on his bright green overalls with"Denzil Penwithers Kornisch Pastise Werke Koln."emblazoned on the back and started to load the 1 kg trays of man pie filling into the refrigerated tramcar. 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 women 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 rain 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 warm up piddle cascaded over her.

Helga watched Amina on the monitor, she liked what she saw, gracious pear shaped pap, decent distance 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 oblivious to this as the cubicle walls were opaque she did not recognize anything was awry 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 apparel ?"Amina demanded.

"Burned,"Helga said apologetically,"fill of lice, disgusting. Now please your fuck hole, your cunt. read 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 fair sex !"

"Oh lamb, and I had a cover girl flat for you in London,"she sighed.

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

"Oh yes, a nice categoric where gentlemen can amount 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 cyprian,"Amina queried."You expect me to exercise as a whore ?"

"Oh yes,"Helga explained, I know a very unspoilt plastic sawbones who can separate your have sex lips. 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.

"nooky pickle first, then we take you to see your friends."Helga suggested.

Amina sat down and timidly let Helga comfort her thigh apart."Oh dear,"Helga sighed as she saw Amina's pathetic damaged slit."This is going to hurt."

Helga ran her finger along Amina'disfigured slit lips. The backtalk had been cut by a pedophile back in Syria many days earlier and made even a gentle 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 bosom. Sucked her left mamilla and kissed her buttock again. Slowly Amina's cunt moistened and Helga eased her power finger between Amina's fuck lips.

Amina winced in painfulness, but Helga kept her digit inside her, probing easing further into Amina's tight virgin fuck pickle. Helga smiled and took a tenacious lean dildo, not much thicker than a natural 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 charge. The dildo had a valve on the end. Helga had a gas cylinder attached already, a bantam 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 bitch like she had a big buck Black person's cock deep inside her. She wailed and passed out.

Amina woke. Her cunt was on fire. 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 room, a mobile phone perhaps.

There was a bed and a chair, nothing else. She was completely naked except for a carpus band. It was warm. Her cunt was filled by a Brobdingnagian dildo. She tried to pull it out but it was bountiful inside her than where it went through her cunt brim. 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 pleasance sent shudders through her. She forgot the suffering. 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 pathetic distorted puss 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 ministration and acquittance swept over her.

"Ohhhhh,"she shuddered and Helga walked in.

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

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

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

Abdul was already well on the way to England, he was part of a batch of Halal Pasties being sent to Bradford and was being heated in the ovens. early theatrical role of him were being used for pig food and fertiliser. His cock was percentage of a spate destined for a gender reassignment clinic in Amsterdam and his orchis were part of a batch being sent to Tunisia. tourist were told the Bedouin liked to have human balls on a string around their neck opening, but in fact it was the holidaymaker who bought them for $ 20 plus local taxis as souvenirs !

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

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

"Of course of instruction you are a harlot,"Helga snapped,"Why you wanked until you bled. Do not worry you will have plenitude of turncock soon enough."

"I will not wear upon it !"Amina insisted.

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

"I should rather thirst,"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 rascality she put it on backwards so her bosom flopped out.

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

"Get out !"Amina screamed.

"Delightful titty my love,"he complimented her."Smaller than your friends but very pretty.

"Out !"she wailed.

"Would you like to eat ?"he asked.

"Just a little nookie and you can ingest 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 Bruno Walter moth miller in the corridor."How you doing ?"he asked his old buddy.

"Not so bad, you want to watch 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 find out it tonight ?"

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

The action started with recruit being interviewed. The interviewer's case 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 live to fight,"he said so they rejected him.

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

An explosive singlet, a 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 timberland path,"Oi Paki !"person 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 radio control sent a statement to Abdul's explosive vest.

Abdul felt the pain briefly before everything went black.

"lotto !"Sgt ‘ genus Pongo'garden pink laughed as a puff of blueish smoke erupted around Abdul's shank. His jacket flew spread out scattering lining and flesh and number of volatile whack over a fifty yard radius. His pegleg stood still or several second gear. His his head and berm were thrown several feet skywards. Everything from his upper second joint to his armpits was blown sideways over the 50 1000 spoke. Finally his head and parting of his pricker landed.

A soldier held up a number. 5 and another held two 5.5 while a 3rd agreed with 5.

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

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

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

"Sir Thomas More like a six than a nine,"Miller laughed."What an imbecile !"

The tv camera cut away and returned as nighttime fell. A red fox was gnawing on a human leg osseous tissue while a Rotweiller was eating a lump of flesh. Two soldiers were taking it in turns tossing Abdul's head word through a basketball game hoop.

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

There was a muffled cracking as the five Syrian pound of semtex hidden up his ass exploded blowing his body to twice its usual size before his tee shirt jeans and clamber split. Blood and shucks and bone blasted upwards and outwards scaring the fox away. The question rolled maybe xx railway yard. The Rotweiller just looked bored.

The video continued. Six more men were blown up in the clearing. One blew himself up outside Bradford railway station, during the rush 60 minutes on the Zebra crossroad. A damp crack, a pouf of smoke and his eubstance in two share, the legs on the pitch-dark and snowy markings. His heading and shoulders on the bonnet of a Skoda Favorit. The camera panned to a 'Woman'in an all enveloping robe giving a thumbs up while holding a wandering telephone.

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 capitulum missing.

"Is goot ja ?"individual commented

"Only if YouTube show it."

"Could go Viral."

"slit in a seam is next, twelve fuckers going up in sequence,"Miller announced.

12 suicide Cuban sandwich, explosive vested with extra semtex up their posterior walk across Westminster nosepiece towards parliament. The traffic stops. A police car cast slowly towards them."Put your hands up,"echoes from the loudspeaker."We know you are ISIL booster, give yourselves up."

bridge player rose and as one the first and conclusion in line exploded. Then another and another.

Heads and shoulders flying skywards. Feet and legs standing for a few seconds. flavor of dead incredulity from the men as their booster exploded.

Big Ben showed 2.05. A Transit van stopped. A team of men emerged. biological suits. A refuse truck stopped. dead body character thrown in, everything except the heading which were put in bin line drive and thrown in the book binding of the transit. 2.08 a Fire truck moved in, hosing the bridge with its urine cannon. 2.15 normality returned.

A brigadier general appeared on screen."I'm not a real brigadier general,"he said,"But I did meet Colonel Melchett in a show 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 brains they wouldn't have wanted to die, would they ?"

"The waistcoat come in several interpretation, the ‘ British capital'requires three different mobile telephone yell within five minutes, two to arm, and one to kindle. The ‘ Clearing'simply uses a radio set ascendancy decoder from a model aircraft."

"Is trade good ja ?"somebody shouted changing the mood.

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Amina's resolve failed much rather than she expected. Two Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. Her throat was dry like the Gobi Desert desert."Ok !"she shouted,"You win."No one came.

"I fuck, OK ?"she shouted.

Heinrich Waldheim opened her cubicle room access. Amina faced him, her frock reversed. Her breast hanging out."I fuck, I must tope,"she announced.

"I get a drink,"he agreed.

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

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

It felt unspoiled, a lovesome cock pulsing. A wave of ardent cum suddenly swam through his cock and oozed deep into Amina's secret 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 individual,"he offered.

"Please,"Amina said drunkenly.

Walt Henry Valentine Miller was side by side. Amina smiled as he shoved his meat in her bruised and bleeding fuck pickle. She was far too drunk to care.

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

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

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Amina woke with a holdover. Her forefront was bursting. Her cunt and ass were on fire. Her pitiable adulterate cunt. She explored the damage, her fingers slipped inside, it felt overnice, very prissy. Soon she had three fingers inside herself. Wanking. Her offset proper wank. 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 intellectual nourishment, OK ?"

"Please no."Amina pleaded.

"Or wank trough you cum while individual 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 slut,"Helga advised,"Make us mountain of money with your hot tight fuck hole and fast brown ass."

"Am I going to England ?"Amina asked.

"Of course,"Helga replied,"The boys are there already."

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Postscript

jenny ass Bradstock bought Abdul's left bollock off a stall in Tunis and Lily Cartwright bought the other. Heather Ramprakash bought a Pastie with well-nigh of Abdul's kidneys from a nook shop in Bradford, while Mandela and Barma, Ted Oakhursts pet pig ate the biggest part of his intestine which went for pig food. His peter pelt was a good match for Tanya who is now Tony, so it is not clean to say Abdul's biography was wasted .