1. Illegal Immigrants


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

    explained why they had no papers and were sent through to the next office. Monsieur DesCartes wore a white coat 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 Doctor will see you in a moment but first we must check your height and weigh you and then you must take a shower,” Herr Lindermann instructed, “Stand here please," he said indicating the scales, 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, pegs for clothes and a shower 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 wonder for an instant 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 concerned with taking a shower which he certainly needed after his long journey in the truck. Lindermann watched a monitor, he saw Abdul step into the shower 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 darkness. Something was moving, squashing his feet 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 drag himself up with but there was nothing. The machine was fully automated, two interlocking one metre diameter one metre wide gear wheels pulled his body down crushing his feet and lower legs, then a horizontal blade came across to sever his head and push his body over. It then paused while the piss and shit drained away before restarting to crush the rest of the body. Smaller gear wheels then crushed the bones and flesh into paste and this passed along an augur to a machine which mixed the paste 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 head crusher at that precise time and the machine split his skull precisely along the centreline to extract his brain intact. Two bored technicians Edmund Schultz and Kurt Ratchenheim watched porn and occasionally checked a monitor but the precision made “Kim Jung Ill," 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 body lying sideways, its muscles relaxed and waste drained away channelled into a separate chamber away from the flesh blood and bone. The process continued, powerful water jets 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 cock ...
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