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 women yet. Actually, at their age you only wear sneakers from the trendy brands, but now high heels are the order of the day. Not because they feel comfortable in them. But because they’ve been told to. And so they stand there, on the side of a busy street, waiting for customers.

In England, you can experience scenes like this in many cities. Not only in the big cities, but also in the provinces. For example in Rochdale, Rotherham or Telford. Young girls, teenagers, almost children in fact, stand at the side of the road and everyone knows why they are doing it. Anyone can stop and take one of these hookers home with them. Even if they are clearly anything but of legal age. Not everyone does, but for the others she is just that: a cheap hooker with whom you can do pretty much anything for very little money.

None of them stand on the edge of the kerb voluntarily. But they have been taught how to stand. On one side so that it looks purely accidental. But in such a way that every man passing by knows exactly that the offer applies to him too. To the uninformed, they look like a couple of friends who have just met and are giggling. So nothing special. Nothing conspicuous. Not even for the patrol cars that regularly drive around the area.

The youngest is wearing a light-colored skirt, which is designed in such a way that her bottom shines through in an unmistakable way. The silhouette of a thong can be seen. A full-length zipper from the waist to the hem signals that this garment can be removed with a flick of the wrist. Her curves are not yet as pronounced as those of a real woman. But there are suitors who are turned on by just that. Her imperfection. Her somehow still childlike appearance. They find it appealing to fuck a young thing who is perhaps the same age as their daughter at home.

Some of those who accept her offer probably tell themselves that they are doing it of their own free will. Perhaps to be able to afford the brand-name shoes they’ve been longing for. Or to shine with the latest cell phone. And a bimbo who sells herself for something like this can be given a hard time. If you don’t even dare to slap your own daughter, you can give her a few hard blows on her bare ass while taking her from behind.

The other is slightly larger. A man is more likely to find something to grab in her. She already has quite respectable breasts and a strong ass. But her silhouette, which is still not very feminine, reveals that she too is still a teenager. Later, the flesh around her midriff will probably attract all the men’s eyes. Right now, her entire posture radiates the insecurity of a girl who has not yet fully made the transition to womanhood.

The third is a petite girl with long blonde hair. She is wearing a simple blue dress that only just covers her rear curves. Her tits are barely visible. They are probably just tiny buds that will only blossom later. Instead, she has a pretty little bottom, which is more than clearly emphasized by the snug dress. Unlike the other two, she is wearing white jogging shoes. A little girl who actually belongs in the school playground and not here, where everyone can ogle her and develop their dirty little thoughts. A real Lolita who inspires clear desires.

They talk to each other. They giggle a lot, just like teenagers do. Whenever a car slows down, they turn into position, show off their charms, show what they have to offer. When the car stops, one of them goes over, opens the passenger door and says her line. When it drives on, you breathe a sigh of relief and the conversation resumes. You can’t hear what they are talking about. What do teenagers talk about when they’ve been put on the side of the road to sell their bodies?

They could be three young girls who have strayed into the wrong neighborhood. Partygoers, perhaps, who will soon disappear into the nearest disco. Or runaways who have run out of money and now want to sell the only thing they have: their seductively young bodies. That’s probably what the passers-by think as they hurry past and only catch a glimpse of them.

But they don’t know that these three are in fact anything but alone. They are under constant observation. Four pairs of male eyes are permanently focused on them, making sure that they obediently do as they are told. Piercing, dark eyes that only the Balkans can produce. The eyes of men for whom a woman is little more than an opportunity to earn easy money. And the younger she is, the higher the price.

The three of them have already experienced everything that their school friends know from bad porn at best. They have been taken from the front and from behind by men who could be their fathers. Or by young guys who have had their way with them several times to show them what a whore is for. They know how painful an ass fuck can be and they know the disgust when a grown man shoves his unwashed cock into their mouths. They have learned to live with it, because they know that if there is any discomfort, they will be beaten.

They fear Branko in particular and none of them want to meet him when he is angry. He is the man with the leather belt and he uses it mercilessly whenever one of them doesn’t parry. Then he takes her into the house, makes her naked and beats her until she writhes and whimpers and promises him everything he wants to hear. She ends up with welts all over her body and can’t stand on the street for days. But that doesn’t stop the business. Because there are clients who love a girl in exactly that state. Men who enjoy it when a woman has been really beaten up. When a girl has the marks on her body that they would like to inflict on their own daughter. You have to make it clear to a girl like that that no punishment is complete until she has been thoroughly fucked. Men think like that. Not all of them. But enough do.

Branko knows exactly why he chose these three of all people. He knows that a hooker can never be young enough. And he knows that every man has his own fantasies. That’s why he has Jenny on offer. She is the Lolita in the trio. The seductive little slut who can’t get enough sex. The precocious nymph with the small ass and tight cunt. He has dressed her up in such a way that her signal effect is unmistakable. Ass-length blonde hair, a skintight dress, nothing else. He’s even forbidden her to wear panties, because they might show unsightly under the wafer-thin stretch.

Lena, on the other hand, appeals to completely different instincts. She is the typical teenager from next door. The girl from the schoolyard who turns the boys‘ heads and gives the teachers the wrong idea. She has already clearly developed feminine charms, but she is actually still far too young. She’s the daughter you’d like to take to task after a bad mark, but never had the courage to do so. She demands firm guidance and her bottom is made for a fatherly punishing hand. She’s the girl from the schoolyard that any real man would like to be the first to show what she’s made for.

Anna, on the other hand, is the typical horny slut who has a bad reputation for good reason. Actually too young to think about sex. But simply too well developed to remain untouched. An insatiable thing that is curious about life and that anyone with a strong cock can actually have. A teenager whose hips may not yet be fully dilated, but who is rightly already on the prowl, because that is his calling.

Branko is a team player with clear priorities. He takes care of the meat, his friend Danilo takes care of the business. They are both unbeatable and have pockets full of money. They have always been friends and they learned early on that young, fresh meat is where you can make the most money. Young girls who are still dreaming of the love of their lives. Naive things that you can still fool. Silly geese that you only have to pick up on the way to school to catapult them straight from the school desk into real life.

Danilo is the man with a thousand contacts. His cell phone is ringing off the hook. And he knows that business is booming when he has fresh meat on offer. Unused pussies that are still nice and tight. Firm asses that are not yet used to being penetrated. Taut skin that hasn’t been through a thousand hands yet. Anxious novices who don’t yet behave like hookers.

Branko knows exactly how to train such a young thing. He has mastered the old game of carrot and stick. He preferred to ride his horses himself and personally took care of their upbringing. Because they all wanted to be trained. The kind of strict training that has unfortunately gone completely out of fashion today. For the burning of the leather strap that no father uses today. For a man they feared and for whom they had deep respect. Because only the fear of being beaten makes a girl obedient and only constant supervision ensures that she does as she is told.

The three on the other side of the street knew that Branko never let them out of his sight. And they knew that they first had to prove themselves on the street before they could work in the shelter of a relevant house, where they no longer had to stand freezing in the light evening breeze and wait for their clients in clothes that were far too thin. They didn’t know the men who stopped for them. But they were prepared to do whatever they asked of them. If they had to go to their home or to a hotel, they had to pull out their cell phones to check in with Branco and give him the exact address. Otherwise, there was a shabby motel just around the corner that was just right for a dirty fuck. The rooms were discreetly accessible from the parking lot, so that no porter became a confidant. The lust could unfold unbridled and a young girl’s body became the property of the person who had paid for her services, at least for an hour.

If one of his chicks ever had the idea of sneaking off after serving a suitor, Branko had bad news for them. Their cell phones were not only prepared so that he was the only one they could call. They were also online non-stop and the microphone and camera were always switched on. The girls didn’t know that. But it gave him the security of being able to keep an eye on them everywhere and at all times. If something unexpected happened, he left his partner to monitor the other girls and was on his way to the scene of the incident in his SUV in a flash.

The color monitor in the dashboard of his Cayenne made him a secret witness to every fuck that took place in any bed. And if a girl didn’t cooperate, he would confront her that very night. Because she was his property and he would treat her as any man would treat a woman who was completely his.

The three came from the same school and the press had long reported on the mysterious disappearance of three schoolgirls who had never reappeared. Of course, one or two police officers knew exactly where they had ended up. Many a local politician also knew where he could make use of them. Because Branco was a shrewd businessman. And as such, he naturally knew that good business only works smoothly if you have the right partners.

The three girls had not been his property for long. He had deliberately picked them up in quick succession. That reduced the media response, because there was only one scandalous case to report on and nobody would be interested in that after three weeks at the latest. Only the parents mourned the loss of their offspring and the police could assure them that they had done everything in their power. In reality, the search operations had simply come to nothing. And the police had long since had other cases to deal with.

Branko did what he had always done. He took them on one by one. And he used a method that had always worked. A naked girl was not inclined to be rebellious, he realized. And a girl who had never had a proper spanking was terrified of the moment when he dragged his belt out of his trousers to fold it into a threatening loop. So he first took his new acquisition into a room from which there was no escape. He stripped her naked and gave her a thorough beating until she lay on the floor as a whimpering heap of misery. This message always got through and most of them needed no further encouragement to bend to his will.

The next morning, he came to her with a fragrant breakfast, because he knew that she was extremely hungry by then. But food had to be earned. She had to prove that she was ready to be an obedient girl in the future. So he asked her to take off her clothes, which she had already put back on by then. If she did, she was allowed to eat and had passed the first test. If she didn’t, she remained hungry and the door slammed shut again. He repeated the procedure the next day. But only a few girls had the willpower to resist him for more than two days. Most of them quickly realized that it was better to be naked and eat their fill than to spend another day hungry in that cell.

After the first voluntary exposure, it was time to take a closer look at them. After all, every man wants to know how his property is doing. During this procedure, the leather belt was always on the table as a warning and she knew that he would use it at any time. His hands scanned her body. His fingers penetrated every orifice. If she resisted, he gave her a few rough blows with the flat of his hand. If that wasn’t enough, she ended the session with fresh welts on her body.

That same evening, he took possession of his property. The girls of his choice were mostly still very young and had only just made the transition from girl to woman. Quite a few of them still had something distinctly girlish about them, which certainly had its special charm. But an astonishing number of them had already had their first bumbling sexual experiences with a boy. He fucked them thoroughly so that they could experience what a real man felt like for the first time. The others were a valuable commodity, because there were men for whom it was worth a small fortune to crack a virgin.

The three over there had also gone through his tried and tested school. Jenny, little Lolita, had been the easiest to handle. He had given her her first spanking, although she had heart-rendingly begged him not to hurt her and had promised him after the first blows that she would do everything he asked of her. But this initiation was simply part of the principle and so her skin was covered with thick welts, especially around her bottom and thighs, when he had finished with her. From then on, all it took was one grab for the leather strap and she became as tame as a lamb.

Lena was the loudest of the three. Even before the leather came into contact with her exposed skin, she was screaming hysterically and when the fire from his leather belt had set her entire lower body ablaze, she was howling like a dog and whimpering all night afterwards. But she was very shameful and he had to undress her three times himself before she learned her lesson and surrendered to her fate. She was indeed still a virgin, but he had taken it upon himself to fuck her in the ass right at the start to show her that it was he who had control over her body from now on. The howling was delicious. But afterwards she was subdued and ready for one of his most important business partners.

He knew that the head of the local police department secretly liked virgins and it was time to give him another special gift. „She’s still a diamond in the rough,“ he had told him on the phone. „So feel free to punish her as you would punish a daughter for not being obedient.“ And the horny old bastard had done it, because Lena returned with clear marks on her bottom. Marks that indicated the use of a willow rod. The old police chief was apparently a romantic and loved the old traditions of Victorian times. But perhaps it had simply been the little girl’s already provocatively arched ass that had sparked his imagination.

Police officers were usually very easy to lure. With money, of course, because the poor guys really didn’t earn much. But especially with the little pleasures that every man is susceptible to. Brank was helped by the fact that most of the policemen had very conservative views on life. Pretty much all of them grumbled about the lower classes, who brought numerous children into the world but then didn’t give a shit about raising them. „The men just fuck away and leave when they’ve scored a direct hit. And the women keep taking the same guys to bed and are then surprised when they end up as single mothers with three teenagers.“ Branco had heard these and similar comments more than once. And he knew that many a police officer who had picked up a drunk or totally stoned teenager in the middle of the night would have liked to spank the brat’s ass before delivering them home: „They do get shouted at when I’m standing under the door with them. But none of them get the spanking they deserve afterwards.“

Branco didn’t just introduce such men to young teenagers who needed a good spanking. He also explicitly encouraged them to give such a dirty thing a thorough going over and play the father she had obviously not had all her life. His girls therefore knew what they were in for if a suitor turned out to be a policeman. And Branko secretly grinned when they stood back on their stand afterwards and somehow no longer felt the need to stick their asses out seductively towards the street.