1. Illegal Immigrants


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

    skywards. Everything from his upper thighs to his armpits was blown sideways over the fifty yard radius. Finally his head and part of his spine landed. A soldier held up a number. 5 and another held two 5.5 while a third agreed with 5. “So that’s a five for style,” Pongo laughed. “Commitment?” he asked Three 10s were displayed. “Fucking idiot!” Pongo laughed. “Let the dogs out someone.” “Nein, that was not a ten!” Waldheim declared. “More like a six than a nine,” Miller laughed. “What an idiot!” The Camera cut away and returned as night fell. A red fox was gnawing on a human 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 body to twice its usual size before his tee shirt jeans and skin split. Blood and shit and bone blasted upwards and outwards scaring the fox away. The head rolled maybe twenty yards. 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 hour on the Zebra crossing. A muffled crack, a puff of smoke and his body in two parts, the legs on the black and white markings. His head 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 mobile phone. 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 head missing. “Is goot ja?” someone commented “Only if YouTube show it.” “Could go Viral.” “Cunts in a line is next, twelve fuckers going up in sequence,” Miller announced. Twelve suicide bombers, explosive vested with extra semtex up their asses walk across Westminster bridge towards parliament. The traffic stops. A police car rolls slowly towards them. “Put your hands up,” echoes from the loudspeaker. “We know you are ISIL supporters, give yourselves up.” Hands rose and as one the first and last in line exploded. Then another and another. Heads and shoulders flying skywards. Feet and legs standing for a few seconds. Looks of utter disbelief from the men as their friends exploded. Big Ben showed 2.05. A Transit van stopped. A squad of men emerged. Biological suits. A refuse truck stopped. Body parts thrown in, everything except the heads which were put in bin liners and thrown in the back of the Transit. 2.08 a Fire truck moved in, hosing the bridge with its water cannon. 2.15 normality returned. A Brigadier appeared on screen. “I’m not a real Brigadier,” he said, “But I did play 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 explosive ...
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