Any hitchhiker lives dangerously. Every mother teaches her daughter this and daughters from good families know not to get into cars with strange men. But there are also girls who have never had an upbringing. And some need painful experiences to learn something.

I never actually picked up hitchhikers. But it was already late in the afternoon and there was this young girl standing there who triggered an intense signal deep inside me. A clearly erotic signal. An insidious impulse that arises somewhere in the dark depths of one’s own soul and causes a man to act in ways that his conscious mind could never trigger.

She was still young, I realized spontaneously. Very young. She had more than shoulder-length hair and was wearing what all teenagers actually wore: artificially aged jeans and a brightly printed T-shirt. In this case, the jeans were shorts and their makers had really overdone it with the artificial aging. The thing looked as if it had been caught in a grindstone. Between the legs, only a frayed bridge provided a minimum of cohesion. Just below the belt loops, the material was so torn that you could see the bare skin. I couldn’t help but wonder whether there was still a piece of clothing underneath or whether it was just pure woman.

As I said, she looked damn young. But with the young things today, you can hardly tell how old they are from their looks. This specimen at least had decent sized tits and a small, firm ass that suited my taste exactly. Well, she was definitely no longer a child. But obviously a pretty naive thing that hadn’t had too many negative experiences and was still pretty carefree in life.

She wanted to cross the Alps and I wanted to go to my mountain hut to get away from it all for two or three weeks. That fitted the bill, at least to some extent, and I lied to her that I was also on my way to Italy. I also philosophized a bit about the journey being the destination and told her that I would like to take the small passes through the mountains because it was simply much nicer. She seemed to like it. She had all the time in the world, she told me, and it didn’t matter to her whether she reached the sea today or tomorrow. She didn’t really care where she was going, the main thing was to get away from home.

At some point we stopped at a country inn and I fed her properly, as she didn’t look like she was traveling with too much money. She gratefully accepted the offer and stuffed herself with amazing amounts of hearty Alpine food. You could almost believe that she hadn’t eaten properly for days.

She was very talkative and chattered away. She didn’t even notice that the roads were getting narrower and steeper. It was only when we turned onto a dirt track that she became suspicious.

„Is that the way to Italy,“ she asked me incredulously. „Not exactly,“ I replied vaguely and told her about the mountain hut where I was planning to spend the night. She fell silent for a while and looked at me suspiciously, but by that time we had grown so close that she probably trusted me enough not to sense any danger. At some point, I had even placed my right hand on her bare thigh in a friendly manner and she hadn’t shown any defensive reactions. As I said, a naive thing and obviously anything but prudish. Pretty as she was, she’d probably already been fucked by several guys and, after all, nothing more than being fucked could happen to a young girl, even up here in the mountains.

I was driving an off-road vehicle, not one of those new-fangled SUVs, but a real off-road beast with fat tires and four-wheel drive. She didn’t know that I had loaded enough provisions for a month in the back. Nor did she realize that I had long since taken possession of her. Because while she was still dreaming of the Adriatic, I had long since made other plans and she was an integral part of them.

She looked frightened out of the window as we drove along a narrow path right next to the slope. This was already familiar territory for me, but of course she had no idea where we were going. Her body was now visibly tense and her constant stream of words had also stopped. The seemingly carefree young woman had turned into a frightened little girl. A change that I found quite stimulating. It’s good when they’re insecure. And it’s even better when they’re really scared, was my inner impulse.

Even the most adventurous journey comes to an end, however, and in this case the path ended at a very stately log cabin. My log cabin, as I revealed to her, along with the hint that I intended to stay here for the rest of the summer. It would be a beautiful spot, I enthused to her, pointing out the magnificent view of the mountains and the untouched nature around us.

However, she didn’t seem to share my enthusiasm. Which somehow wasn’t surprising. After all, she still had the beach on her mind and now she found herself somewhere in no man’s land at the top of the mountains.

„So you’re not going on tomorrow?“ was her superfluous question. „No,“ was my curt reply and I paid her no further attention. An angry torrent of words followed, mainly containing words like „I want“ and „you can’t“, but I wasn’t really interested in what a naive woman said. She had gotten into the car with me. She had come with me. She was mine from now on.

„Stop whining,“ I told her. „Make yourself useful and help me unload the car. You’re here now, you’re staying here and that’s that.“

She looked at me in disbelief. She stamped her foot on the floor like a petulant child. Her voice was raised as she vented her obvious frustration, insulted me and made unrealistic demands. She was obviously one of those girls who were slow on the uptake. Or maybe she had always got her way and just couldn’t get it through her head that that wasn’t the case this time. In any case, she certainly looked attractive as she tried to assume a threatening posture and show me her indignation.

I watched the spectacle for a while, then I stepped towards her. Without warning, I slapped her across the face, sending her staggering to the side, her eyes widening and she grabbed her cheek, which had probably never received such a slap before. She struggled to keep her composure and couldn’t get a word out for a while.

„I told you to help me unload, so what are you waiting for?“

Now I had intimidated her. A single resounding slap in the face was enough to stop her. Her lips remained silent and she reluctantly but obediently moved towards the SUV to comply with my request. There it was again, the little girl who had caught my attention at the side of the road. She had clearly matured into a woman, but inside she still seemed quite childlike and you only had to push her hard to get her to obey.

These ridiculous jeans might be suitable for attracting attention and getting male drivers to stop. But up here on the mountain pasture, they were more than out of place. They were so tight that they simply had to cut into her pussy with every step and she had to take a lot of steps as she walked back and forth between the off-road vehicle with the tailgate open and the hut, doing what I had told her to do. I left the heavy lifting to her and confined myself to filling the empty cupboards with the supplies I had brought with me. She looked at me with a defiant expression whenever our eyes met. But her lips remained sealed, as you would expect from a good girl.

It was already dark outside when we were finally ready and sat down at the roughly carpentered table to have a rustic dinner. Despite the rather sumptuous lunch, she seemed to have a healthy appetite and was eating heartily. I secretly wondered how such a thin girl could be so hungry. There really wasn’t much to her. Her shoulders were narrow and her arms quite thin. I had also noticed that her thighs were anything but thick, leaving a gap between them that was quite attractive to look at. Nevertheless, her hips were wide enough to create a very feminine silhouette with a nice round ass. Not to mention her tits, which obviously had to manage without a bra and were remarkably firm despite their fullness.

I had a fondness for such childlike women and was already looking forward to many stimulating summer days.

The meal passed in silence. Afterwards, she asked me where there was a shower because she was all sweaty. Yes, there was, I let her know and pointed to the relevant door: „But there’s no hot water up here. So you’ll have to make do with a refreshingly cold shower. You’ll find towels in the little cupboard.“

She accepted it with resignation and rummaged in her rucksack to find the utensils a woman can’t take a shower without. Then she disappeared and I heard the water splashing while I put the dishes away in the kitchen, washed the few plates and made up the bed. There was only one bedroom here, but she would find out soon enough.

When she came out of the bathroom, she was wearing something like a nightgown, which was quite generously cut and reached almost to her knees. It amused me how she looked around inconspicuously, probably to find out how sleeping was supposed to work. But there wasn’t too much to see. There was only the large living room with the open fireplace and the kitchen and the adjoining bedroom, the door of which stood invitingly open, revealing a large double bed.

„Where should I … sleep?“ came out of her meekly. „Here in the bedroom,“ was my laconic reply. Then I went into the bathroom myself, let the ice-cold stream of water that was fed directly from a mountain stream wash over me, dried myself off and went into the bedroom. „Turn off the light and come in,“ I said to her, who was still standing in the living room, undecided.

„But I don’t want to … with you?“ she said, even if it didn’t sound very convincing, because she must have gradually realized that her will was pretty much the last thing that mattered in this mountain hut. „It doesn’t matter what you want,“ was my reply and it was hard to ignore the fact that I was starting to get annoyed. Naked as I was, I lay down in bed and waited for her. It had been a pretty hot day and the light breeze blowing through the window felt really good on my skin. It would be cool later, but for the moment it was simply a pleasure to enjoy the first night here in the shelter of the old hut.

„Take off that ridiculous nightgown,“ I said as she stepped up to the bed, obviously ready to do the inevitable. „It’s far too warm in here. If you get cold later, you can always cover yourself up.“ A woman never likes to undress in front of a man she doesn’t feel comfortable with. But as I said, I had already taken possession of her and she would have to get used to doing exactly what I told her. She probably thought that I was naked myself and therefore it wouldn’t be so bad if she also enjoyed the heat that had built up in the old wooden hut over the course of the hot days and was only slowly being dispelled by the light night wind.

She lay down next to me and made every effort to leave as much distance between us as possible. So she sat right next to the edge of the bed and turned her back to me. A demonstratively dismissive posture, as I understood, while I studied her rear view, which could be seen clearly enough in the light of the moon shining in through the window. I could feel my cock starting to stir and knew that this was going to be an interesting night.

Perhaps half an hour passed before I made up my mind. She hadn’t moved in that time and pretended to be asleep. „Come closer to me,“ I said in a hushed voice. She still didn’t move and probably thought I believed in the fairy tale of the dead tired girl. I reached over to her and grabbed her hips. When I tried to pull her towards me with gentle pressure and turn her onto her back, she stiffened. „Leave me alone, I want to sleep,“ she said in a whisper. I slid over to her and used both hands to try and get her into the position I wanted her in.

She resisted. I had to grin. A naked girl with a rather petite figure was lying in bed with a grown man and seriously thought she could resist him. I became more massive and a real fight broke out between us. An unequal fight, because of course she couldn’t really defend herself against me. At some point, I was enthroned above her. Her slender body lay between my spread legs, while I clasped both her wrists and pressed them firmly onto the bedding. Her breasts had now flattened into a slight mound and were visibly quivering. Her legs braced themselves into the mattress and tried in vain to push me off her.

„You’re mine now, my little girl. You will do what I tell you from now on and I will fuck you whenever I feel like it. Don’t make me take stricter measures.“

My words had no effect, although the threatening undertone could certainly not be ignored. On the contrary, it seemed to spur her on even more to defend herself against me. I put up with it for a while, while I at least kept a grip on her upper body and pinned her to the bed. But at some point I had enough of her. If she’s not willing, then other measures will have to be taken, I told myself.

I let go of her, allowed her to get away from me and stood up. First I closed the door and turned the key. Then I went to the only closet in the farmhouse bedroom. She didn’t know what I was doing while I was making my way through it in the semi-darkness. But she would find out soon enough.

She wasn’t the first woman I’d had here at the hut. Most of the others were here voluntarily and we had spent the days hiking through the mountains and the nights fucking. But with every woman there comes a point when she becomes unwilling or even resists and I had learned early on to prepare for this and to have a few suitable aids ready. For example, there was the leather riding crop that I now pulled out of the cupboard. I’d bought it years ago in a specialist store. It was frighteningly supple and had a small leather swatter at the front end. You could use it to give an unwilling woman small but painful blows without leaving long-lasting welts on her skin. But if necessary, the crop was still a serious instrument of punishment and I had never had to use it more than once to turn a rebellious woman into a cuddly, purring cat who was at my service in any way I wanted.

This kitten was not yet as cuddly as I imagined her to be. She still had her claws out and was hissing belligerently. But I knew that I would tame her tonight.

After I had thrown the riding crop onto the bed, I picked up a thick hemp rope that I had also taken out of the closet. It was an easy exercise to use one end to tie the unruly woman’s hands and the other end to the headboard of the bed. There was a solid brass ring there that was vaguely reminiscent of an old door knocker and only now revealed its actual function.

She was now deprived of any possibility of escaping or even putting up an effective fight. As she was only tied to one point in the middle of the bed, I could even take her from the front and from behind by simply turning her around accordingly. I could also enjoy the reactions of her body when I gave her punishing strokes.

„Are you a smart girl, or are you going to keep resisting me?“ I asked her in a low voice with my mouth very close to her right ear.

„Answer me,“ I demanded after her lips remained sealed. At the same time, I gave her a severe blow on her left thigh, which immediately elicited a sharp cry from her. „I want … I want … I want to get out of here,“ was her almost desperate-sounding reply. I hit her again, this time in the area of her hip, causing her to jerk violently to the side. „You should listen carefully, my dear. I have already told you that it is not you who has to decide. It is I who will have control over you from now on. The only thing you can decide is whether I have to hurt you first or whether you will enjoy me as much as I will enjoy you.“ I also reinforced these words with a light lash.

I lay down next to her and turned towards her. My right hand stroked her body tenderly. I explored her breasts in more detail, checking their elastic mass and twisting her nipples between my thumb and forefinger until they had changed – probably against her will – into two hard, protruding buds. I noticed how she drew in her breath and it was certainly not because I had hurt her.

My hand wandered further, exploring her gently rounded hips, lingering on her taut stomach, where she playfully occupied herself with her belly button. Then it was the turn of her pronounced mound of Venus, which, to my surprise, she had carefully depilated like everything between her legs. She hadn’t just shaved, my palpating fingers concluded from the feel of her smooth skin. She had undergone the painful ordeal of complete hair removal.

As expected, it was wet between her legs, but she turned defensively to the side to deny me a detailed inspection. I picked up the crop again and let it flick her skin twice. Once on her buttock, which was just offering itself, and then in the middle of her childishly hairless mons veneris. Then I continued my exploration and let my middle finger slide between the folds of her pussy. Once again, she clamped her thighs tightly together and showed me her unwillingness. Wet between the legs, but as stubborn as a little child, I thought.

„Turn around,“ I ordered her and when she didn’t react immediately, I roughly grabbed her legs and turned her onto her stomach. Then I knelt over her and immobilized her in this position. I picked up the crop again and began to whip her slowly and evenly with it. I didn’t hit her hard, but hard enough to make her body react violently and leave slightly flushed welts on her delicate skin. She cried out with each blow and I continued until I thought I had made her change her mind. Then I let go of her. I got up and stood at the foot of the bed. She was sobbing and her whole body was moving restlessly. I waited patiently until she had calmed down.

„Get on your knees and spread your legs,“ was my command. She obeyed, albeit reluctantly, brought her lower body into position and held her bottom out to me invitingly. Her buttocks gaped slightly apart and her pussy thrust itself defiantly into view. She had learned her lesson and decided to obey.

I knelt behind her, grabbed her by the hips and eased my already impatiently thrusting cock into position. She was more than ready and I slid into her without any friction. I began to work her with violent thrusts, penetrating her deeply and slowly but surely making her gasp. From time to time I gave her an encouraging blow with the flat of my hand on her all too seductively presented buttocks. Given her age, I wasn’t sure if she had ever experienced a real man-fuck. But her reactions were clear and at some point she had reached the point where she was overwhelmed by a huge orgasm. She screamed at the top of her lungs and I rammed my cock into her with all my might until I couldn’t help but pump my juice into her in powerful spasms.

I untied her. She snuggled up to me and we pulled a blanket over our heated bodies to escape the already uncomfortably cool night air. It was pleasant to feel her young, firm body. And it was a satisfying feeling to know that the unruly woman was tamed.

The next morning, she sat at the breakfast table in her loose-fitting nightgown and very gradually her former talkativeness returned. At some point I grabbed her by the hand and she willingly followed me into the bedroom. This time I took a close look at her and she wrapped her legs tightly around my body while I fucked her in the most ordinary of positions.

She stayed the whole summer without ever attempting to escape.