1. Illegal Immigrants


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

    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 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 Heaven as his head and body weren’t buried together and anyway the only virgins they had were 90 year old nuns so he was pretty much stuffed “Nearly a trolley full,” Schultz observed, “Your turn I think.” “Ja, I need to stretch my legs,” his colleague agreed and he went to load the trolley. Kurt pulled on his smart green overalls 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 doors tightly and waving to Edmund he set off on the short walk 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 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 water cascaded over her. Helga watched Amina on the monitor, she liked what she ...
    saw, nice pear shaped tits, decent 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 oblivious to this as the cubicle walls were opaque she did not realise anything was wrong 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 clothes?” Amina demanded. “Burned,” Helga said apologetically, “Fill of lice, disgusting. Now please your fuck hole, your cunt. Show 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 pure woman!” “Oh dear, 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 gentlemen can come 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 whore,” Amina queried. “You expect me to work as a whore?” “Oh yes,” Helga explained, I know a very good plastic surgeon who can sort your fuck lips. 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 hole first, then we take you to see your friends.” Helga suggested. Amina sat down and shyly let Helga ease her thighs apart. “Oh dear,” Helga sighed as she saw ...
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