She was still young. Very young. A teenager full of ideals and illusions. A pretty girl from a good family. The pride and joy of her parents, who liked to …
White skin in black hands
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Wolfram Steffen
Mothers, daughters and a piano teacher
It was the annual student concert at a music school. The little ones sat in the front row and fidgeted towards their first performance. Some of them were still at …
The Turkish clan and the German bitch
Yasin knew how to deal with young girls. He was firmly convinced of this, at least, and his success proved him right. His father was a greengrocer and he occasionally …
Girls who don’t stand there voluntarily
Shey look a little awkward standing on the side of the road. The attentive observer would say that they are damn young and somehow haven’t really developed from girls to …
Atonement and reconciliation
„Take your clothes off!“ He looked her straight in the eye as he spoke the three words. A concise command, matter-of-fact, calm, unmistakable. Pronounced in a menacingly quiet tone that …
Girls for special purposes
Sabine was one of those pampered young things who had never had a proper upbringing. Her admission to the orphanage was therefore a completely new experience for her and came …
A warning to the community
The congregation froze in reverent silence. All eyes were fixed on the all too familiar ritual that was about to take place. A massive wooden frame was carried in and …
They showed up once a year
He was a slim guy, one of those people who could eat as much and as much as they wanted and yet never had any problems with being overweight. She …
Turkish fruit
The steps of iron-armored men’s boots could be heard outside the door. There was a knock on the door and at Kaiser’s request three men in brown field uniforms appeared. …
Gentlemen’s evening
She was well developed and could present a man with exactly what his heart longed for. But it was unclean flesh that she had to offer. Breasts that had been …