1. Illegal Immigrants


    Date: 7/20/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Prostitution, Snuff, Young, Author: abroadsword, Rating: 42.2, Source: sexstories.com

    The big articulated truck drove slowly through the big arched gateway. The driver carefully kept the wheels 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 doors and swung 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, tired and hungry after the long journey along Autobahn and Autoroute. Confused by the language and uniforms. They had expected to arrive in England. One by one the young men and women put their hands up. They jumped down off the high platform. The women in all enveloping black robes sat on the edge 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 Dover, but we came here instead,” he apologised. “But we paid to go for England!” a woman shouted her voice coming from a slot in the front of her all enveloping black 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 escape. They peered at the Triple rows of 2 metre high mesh fencing topped with barbed wire which surrounded the ...
    compound. Tall watch towers with powerful search lights stood at each corner 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. Herr Waldheim strode across the tarmac clipboard in his hand. He looked faintly ridiculous in his Germanic suit with Homberg hat as he stood by the truck. “Right, two lines, men to the left women to the right,” he shouted. “Have your papers ready 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 mean processed?” he asked. “What does he mean papers?” 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, 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 papers, others will work in the town.” There were only three women, 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 ...
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