She was a teenager. She was still young. But she felt very grown up. After all, she already had real tits and everything else that makes a woman. But she was reckless, because life hadn’t yet taught her what caution is and what a girl shouldn’t do. And she had grown up in a world where daughters were not given boundaries. A world in which fathers have forgotten how to forbid them from doing things that are not good for them, and how to tell them off if they do them anyway.

So what had to happen, happened. She ended up with a man she was no match for. Someone who knew how to handle a young girl and turned her into a woman faster than she would have liked. At first it was just flirting and she smiled when he complimented her. She liked the way he looked at her and it did her good that he clearly took a liking to her young charms. Finally a man who took her seriously and made her feel like a real woman.

At some point, he waited for her outside the school. Her previous friends had only been able to give her a lift in a moped at best. He already had a real car and she was mightily impressed. She enjoyed the envious looks from the others as he opened the door for her like a gentleman and chauffeured her through the city. He smiled at her and she smiled back. She was in love and she could feel her stomach tingling and her legs getting wet.

At night, she dreamed about him and masturbated. She melted when he was near and when he kissed her, completely new feelings surged through her body. This had to be love, she was convinced, and was happy to be the chosen one who had found his favor. She didn’t tell her parents and told them a litany of excuses and lies. Her friend covered for her, because after all, that’s what friends are for. In the afternoon, of course, they had done their homework together, in the evening they had gone to the movies and it had been so late because they had gone for a drink afterwards and met a few friends.

Because, as I said, there were no rules for her and certainly no prohibitions. Mother was proud of her pretty girl and had her prescribed the pill in good time. Father was far too busy to worry about an annoying teenager. Of course there was trouble sometimes. Then there was shouting and she was grounded for a few days at best. That was the only form of parenting she had ever experienced. After all, you don’t hit children these days. Even a slap in the face is taboo. They just grow up and you accept what develops from that.

But a young girl like her is looking for stability in life. Her thoughts demand strict order and firm guidance. Her rebellious spirit needs to be kept in check with firm rules and strict prohibitions. Her young body wants to be kept in line and needs to feel when she has gone too far.

She needed a suspicious mother who she couldn’t fool. And a father who believed in old-fashioned parenting methods and wouldn’t let her get away with anything. A spontaneous slap in the face from time to time would certainly have done her good and an occasional spanking would certainly have taught her what a girl her age should and shouldn’t do. Because what a young girl doesn’t learn at home, life will teach her one day.

An experience that she soon had to learn for herself. At some point, he stopped picking her up from school. He was far too busy, he told her, and it was also far too conspicuous. After all, teachers are staunchly conservative and the risk of her parents finding out about her secret love was simply too great. And it had to remain a secret. After all, she wasn’t quite of age yet.

From then on, he dictated to her by text message when he wanted to meet her and where she should be. At some point, he also introduced her to his friends, who looked at her curiously and admired him for his new piece of jewelry.

Of course he had sex with her. He was the first man she had opened her legs for and he was very considerate of her. He could be very tender and was very gentle in getting her used to what a man expected from a woman. Of course, she had seen enough porn to know all about it. But it was something else to see a woman taking a man’s cock in her mouth on her cell phone screen than to put her lips over a huge phallus and feel the taste of manhood on her tongue. Just as it was completely different to bring herself to orgasm with her own fingers than to feel a pumping cock inside her, which inevitably made her scream.

But at some point, the sex changed. She had gotten used to it by now and quivered with anticipation every time she met up with him. Until the first time she had her period. He didn’t seem to mind and simply asked her if she was using a tampon. When she nodded, he routinely began to undress her. He kissed, stroked and touched her as usual. But then he turned her around. He spread her buttocks, applied some ointment to them and penetrated deep into her anus with two fingers. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling, but it was bearable.

The fuck that followed, however, was anything but nice. It hurt when he stuck his big cock in her tight butt hole and the pain didn’t stop as he worked her with unbridled force until he came and she felt his cock finally shrink inside her and slide out. She had heard that some men loved to fuck their girls in the ass. But she hadn’t known how painful it could be.

She lay there curled up and whimpering. He got up, looked down at her with a satisfied grin and went into the bathroom to wash himself.

She didn’t always have to let him fuck her in the ass, but from now on it was part of it and it didn’t bother him that she obviously didn’t enjoy it. He also treated her more and more brutally, almost only spoke to her in a commanding tone and was somehow no longer the man she had once fallen in love with.

He once gave her a resounding slap in the face when she arrived half an hour late at the agreed meeting point. He didn’t even listen to her apology. He simply hit her and told her never to keep him waiting again. Then he tore her clothes off, threw her on the bed and fucked her more vigorously than he had ever done before. He took all her orifices and showed a perseverance she had never thought possible. Then he literally threw her out and sent her home.

A few weeks later, the bus was late and she was held up for almost an hour. She had sent him a text message to let him know it wasn’t her fault, but when he opened the door to his apartment, she immediately sensed that he wasn’t just annoyed, but downright angry. There was no slap this time, but she had to endure far worse. He ordered her to undress and when she had finished, he took his belt out of his trousers and beat her like she had never been beaten before in her life. He had locked the door behind him and she lay screaming on the floor as he beat her mercilessly, covering her body from thigh to belly in a pattern of brightly flashing welts. This was followed by the obligatory fuck, which was no less painful, before he left the room and locked her up.

Hours passed before he finally returned. He took her in his arms and comforted her. He assured her how much he loved her, but he simply demanded that his girl obeyed his word and he would punish her again if she gave him cause. Then he opened his pants and asked her to thank him.

He was a foreigner and if what he had told her was true, his parents lived in Morocco, where he also had two brothers and three sisters.

One of them came to visit one day and he naturally wanted to introduce her to his German girlfriend. She didn’t know if it was true, but he told her that in Morocco it was common for brothers to share everything they owned. This also meant that the mistress of one was also the mistress of the other. She refused when he asked her to follow his brother into the bedroom later that evening. But a disobedient wife was apparently the greatest disgrace an Arab could suffer. So he had to show his brother that he had his wife under control and would teach her to do what he wanted her to do.

Again it was the leather belt that hit her exposed skin and again she found herself kneeling on the bed while a massive man’s cock penetrated her from behind. Only this time it wasn’t her boyfriend, but his brother exercising his traditional right.

Her parents had separated in the meantime and she felt like the superfluous daughter who sometimes lived with her father and sometimes with her mother, but wasn’t really welcome anywhere. So there was no one who really cared about her and she felt that she was alone in the world and had to cope with her life on her own.

She was now sleeping with her boyfriend less and less, but she was still getting fucked regularly. It had become routine for her to receive a text message with an address and an exact time when she had to be there. Sometimes it was his home, sometimes it was a strange apartment, sometimes a hotel room. A woman was there to be fucked, was his opinion, and he left no doubt that bad things would happen to her if she refused to obey him. So she got to know the entire variety of male anatomy and let herself be used by countless men, most of whom were much older than her and could have been her fathers.

If the gentlemen were satisfied, all was well. If they complained about insufficient devotion, she found herself back in his apartment a little later. He made her naked, tied her to the bed with both hands and gave her a thorough spanking to remind her of her duties as his girl. However, he no longer used his leather strap for this, but used a wet towel instead. It burned almost as hellishly on her skin, but didn’t leave any long-lasting marks, just left her with her buttocks and thighs glowing red. This had the advantage for him that there was hardly any sign of her punishment the very next day and she was able to visit her next „friend“, as he ironically called her suitors, without any restrictions. Most of them were probably friends of his, but of course she secretly knew that she was procuring for him and using her love services to finance the increasingly impressive cars he liked to show off.

She had noticed that he was getting into more and more trouble. Not so much with the police, but probably with other men in the trade, from whom he was snatching customers with his much too pretty and much too young girl. But one day she had to experience how these circles go about getting rid of unwelcome competitors, and it was to be the worst experience of her life.

The message on her cell phone said she should be at the Hotel Bürger in exactly two hours. She was already familiar with the establishment and knew that it was a rather third-class hotel. As always, the room would be reserved for her, the porter would give her a disinterested nod and the customer would already be waiting impatiently for her in the room. If it was an Arab, it would be short and sweet. If it was a staid German family man, she would simply lie down, spread her legs and wait for him to finish.

Some men were repeat offenders and were also announced to her by name, although she suspected that these names were anything but genuine. There was Krause, for example. He liked to play the role of the strict father, only spoke to her in a commanding tone and ordered her to undress as soon as she entered the hotel room. Then she had to lie on the edge of the bed and he gave her a sermon for some misdeed or other. He gave her bare bottom a few hard blows with the flat of his hand and then let her suck him off until he came.

But this time, no special guest was announced. And there was a change of plan.

A black limousine with dark tinted windows was parked in front of the hotel. A man in an obviously expensive tailored suit opened the door in the back and asked her to get in. He knew her boyfriend’s name and also knew who she was. So she assumed it was all right. Apart from the chauffeur and the stranger, there was no one else in the car. She sat motionless while her companion literally undressed her with his eyes. She let it happen as he pulled her towards him and patted her bottom in a fatherly way. She expected him to open his trousers straight away, but nothing of the sort happened.

The drive was uneventful and ended in front of an impressive, whitewashed villa. The car disappeared into the garage, which opened automatically and then whirred back down again. She had deliberately dressed modestly, wearing just a pair of tight-fitting jeans and a simple T-shirt. This way, she looked like any X-rated student, which was obviously the sight that was most appreciated.

She was led up a flight of stairs. The chauffeur went first, the other man followed her and she was sure that he stared at her ass persistently. She had a nice ass, she knew that. It was rather small, but it had the shape of a chubby apple and its curves were just the right shape to attract male attention.

Once upstairs, they landed in a reception room tiled with light-colored marble. The driver turned around and wordlessly began undoing the belt of her jeans and slipping them down along with her panties. She was wearing light sandals, which he also slipped off and carelessly threw into a corner. He pulled the fabric off her legs and then removed her T-shirt. He unceremoniously cut her bra in half and let it fall to the floor without a care.

The other man stood by with his arms folded the whole time and watched the scene, seemingly unmoved. When she was stark naked, he grabbed her by the upper arm and led her towards a glazed door. The two door leaves swung open and she found herself in the middle of a group of men who were unabashedly looking at her and grinning dirty.

What followed was pretty much the worst experience she had ever had in her short life as a hooker. She was grabbed with a loud roar, placed on a table with her legs spread and held in position by a dozen or so men’s hands while her companion calmly opened his pants, took out his cock and began to fuck her without further ado. It hurt at first because she wasn’t wet yet, but soon her wetness mixed with his and she felt his steady and hard thrusts. She closed her eyes to take in as little of the scene as possible. She felt her small breasts being kneaded and her nipples being painfully twirled. Rough fingers massaged her clitoris and hard male hands gave her the odd slap.

Once the man had come, things seemed to really get going. Her girlishly tight cunt had to accommodate an unknown number of large and small, short and long, thick and thin cocks. Within a few moments, she was not only wet, but literally dripping with foreign liquid. She felt a slippery puddle of cum gradually forming on the tabletop and dripping down between her thighs. She was turned onto her stomach to endure the same procedure again from behind. She gasped and screamed, cried and whimpered. She had always wanted to be a grown woman. Now she was learning what a woman was for and that it was an indescribable privilege for a woman to belong to a man who loved her and treated her tenderly.

When they had finished with her, the chauffeur helped her back onto her wobbly legs and led her upstairs to a luxurious bathroom. He instructed her to clean herself thoroughly. She should make herself pretty, fix her hair and put on some rouge. And she should put on the dress that was waiting for her on a chair.

When she was later led back into the large living room, she only met the man who had picked her up at the hotel. He also told her that she had fallen for a young man who was known as one of the most brutal pimps in the city. He had six girls, one younger than the other. All six had been taken from him, used one last time and then disposed of as waste. She would have been the only one left and allowed to live on. Not because she was special, but because he had taken a liking to her.

A short time later, she saw what had happened on the television news. Five women’s bodies had been found, dumped in remote corners of the city. All had been stabbed to death and all showed signs of multiple rapes. All of them were very young and already known to the authorities, as they were all students from nearby high schools who had been missing for months.

So she had been lucky and it was almost a privilege that she was still alive. She was no longer wearing tight jeans and brightly printed T-shirts. She was clad in sinfully expensive clothes in which she looked like a precocious Lolita and probably had to fulfill exactly that role.

After the meeting with her future master, the chauffeur took her to a room in the basement of the house. In fact, it was a really small apartment with a living and sleeping area and a comfortable bathroom with everything a woman would appreciate. The windows down there were fitted with solid iron bars, but everything pointed to a pleasant stay.

The next morning, the introduction of the new housemaid was probably planned. After breakfast, she was led into the large drawing room, where the master of the house was already waiting for her. The apparently indispensable chauffeur was also present. She was seated in the middle of the room. A brightly polished iron collar was placed around her neck, the clasp of which snapped shut at the nape with a soft click. Her wrists were fitted with leather cuffs into which small metal eyelets had been worked. These were connected to a solid round piece of polished oak with matching hooks. In the end, she stood there with her arms spread wide and could only guess what the purpose of all these preparations was. She had let everything happen without saying a word, as she was sure that any resistance would probably have led to painful consequences immediately.

A soft buzzing sounded and an iron metal hook descended from the ceiling. It was connected to the log and then slowly but surely moved upwards. When she stood there with her arms stretched far upwards and could only reach the floor with the tips of her toes, the humming stopped.

Her master stepped in front of her. He carried a simple, supple riding crop in his hand. Her eyes flickered anxiously, but he spoke to her in a calm voice so that her tension quickly dissipated. He informed her of her future duties in his villa. He made it clear to her that she was strictly forbidden to leave the house. She was not even allowed to enter the extensive parkland that surrounded the building. She would be treated like a daughter of the house, she was told, adding that the house had very traditional ideas about the treatment of a disobedient daughter.

In order to prepare her for her future task and to impress upon her the kind of discipline she would be subjected to here, she would be given a first demonstration of the punishment she would have to expect in the future.

The chauffeur received a signal and immediately set about making the necessary preparations. The dress that had been handed to her this morning was to be her work outfit, so to speak. It was a simple black tube dress that clung to her body like a second skin and gave the onlooker a very impressive idea of the body underneath. The dress was pulled up so that she was naked from the tips of her toes to her navel. That is, she wasn’t naked yet, because she was wearing a tiny thong, which only covered the bare minimum, but still meant that she wasn’t fully exposed. So the chauffeur reached for a pair of scissors, cut the thin strips of fabric and let the now useless garment fall to the ground.

The riding crop was an extremely strict instrument for chastising a young woman, the landlord explained to her and suddenly began to demonstrate the effect of this leather, which was actually intended for horses‘ bottoms. Naturally, she screamed at the top of her lungs. Her whole body was thrown into a violent dance of pain as one red flare-up after another appeared on her pale skin.

When her master felt that she was sufficiently prepared for her task in his house, he let go of her. He put the supple leather back in place and stood in front of the girl, who was now sobbing uncontrollably. He asked her to spread her legs, which she did immediately. His hand found its way between her soft thighs and felt the folds that stretched from her clearly highlighted clitoris to just before her anus rosette. A woman is really just an inconspicuous opening, he thought. Everything else merely serves to arouse her and prepare her for the desired sexual act. He felt the slight dampness that his touch had inevitably caused and smiled at her.
He would appreciate the presence of such a beautiful girl, he thought. And he would make sure that she was well here and that she was treated fairly. But he would also insist on the necessary strictness, without which a young girl like her could never grow into an obedient woman.

With that, he let her go and left the chauffeur to take care of the chastened woman.

The apparently immensely wealthy stranger, whose name she would never know, was rarely at home. But she was still under constant observation, as the chauffeur was probably personally responsible for her and played the role of her superior when the master of the house was not present. He had the right to reprimand her if she gave him cause to do so. He did this at his discretion with the flat of his hand, with a thin piece of cane or a wide leather strap, but always on her previously exposed buttocks.

If the master of the house was away, she was responsible for cleaning his private rooms and had reason to fear the critical eye of her superior, who never missed a moment of negligence and did not hesitate to punish her immediately. When the master was in the house, she acted as his personal servant and had to be ready at all times to fulfill his wishes, serve him at table and serve the meals prepared by an elderly cook. And, of course, she was available for the master’s sexual desires, which could be playfully tender, but also strict and painful.

Sometimes he liked to see her naked while she went about her many tasks. Then he would order her to undress and she would feel his gaze following her as the excitement built up in him until he ordered her into his bedroom, where he would take a close look at the charms of her young body.

Later that evening, she lay in her bed. She thought about what had happened to her in the past days, weeks and months. And she came to the conclusion that she could actually be satisfied with her lot. However, she wondered how long she would enjoy the favor of this man who had risen to become her master and what would happen to her afterwards.

She thought about the five girls who had been found half-naked and stabbed in various places in the city. They had hardly been older than her either. But their lives were already forfeit.