There were three of them. It was well past midnight. At this time of night, there were really only young people out and about, returning home half-drunk from a disco or some other party. Among them were always girls who should have been in bed long ago. The three of them wandered through the trin. They found what they were looking for in the penultimate carriage.
It was a young blonde. Pretty, as they all are at that age. She was wearing earbuds and her head was moving slightly to the rhythm of the music. Otherwise, she seemed oblivious to the world around her. Her mistake. A girl alone on the suburban train should be more attentive. Especially when she was wearing such a daringly short dress that barely covered her ass.
The three of them had taken a seat diagonally opposite her. Otherwise, the car was empty. They avoided looking in her direction and seemed preoccupied with themselves. Nothing happened for two stops. Then they got into position. An agreed signal and one by one they stood up. They positioned themselves directly in front of her and looked down at her silently. She reacted uneasily and wanted to get up.
That was their mistake. It only took a few seconds and the three of them had her in their grip. One of them bent both her hands behind her back. The other stuck a piece of tape over her mouth in a flash. All three held her down and made any attempt to escape impossible. Three strong, young men and a teenager who was already physically completely inferior to her and was gradually panicking. She began desperately to break free and kick around with her legs. But the attempt by a rather petite girl against three strong men seemed downright ridiculous.
One of the men stood directly in front of her. He took her head between both hands and forced her to look him straight in the face: „Keep quiet or I’ll have to hit you,“ he said in plain words, leaving her in no doubt that he meant it. But she didn’t calm down. On the contrary, she could hardly be restrained now and desperately used all her strength to break free.
She received a firm slap in the face. And then another, which curbed her thirst for action, at least for a short while. Then the train stopped. The doors opened and the girl was escorted out. A black van with dark tinted windows was parked right next to the tracks. The sliding door opened electrically and a few moments later she was in the van. Her hands were cuffed to two handcuffs already waiting for her, which were firmly attached to the van. She was restrained and gradually began to respect the fact that she had no chance of escaping her captors for the time being.
She was in an unfamiliar area and the van drove off at high speed. She did what girls always do when they don’t know what to do. She screamed. She lashed out. And finally she cried uncontrollably and big tears rolled down her face. But the three men didn’t look as if they cared about the tears of a teenager. The presumably oldest of the three was now sitting behind the wheel. The other two had taken a seat to her left and right and were sitting with their legs apart.
The van finally stopped at a secluded house. She was escorted inside the building. Soft Turkish music could be heard from somewhere. She was taken to a room where she could tell at first glance where she had ended up. This was obviously a brothel. Girls were kept here behind closed doors to satisfy men. So she knew she had a problem. And it dawned on her that she was a prisoner and no one knew where she was.
Her absence would be noticed in the morning at the latest. Her parents would call her friends and eventually realize that something was wrong. Reaching into her handbag confirmed what she had feared: they had taken her cell phone. So she had no chance of drawing attention to herself. At some point, a search would be launched and her name would appear in the news. But where would the police look? And how likely was it that they were actually looking for an 18-year-old girl who was missing from home? After all, she had been of age for a few weeks.
The next morning she was given something to eat. It was brought to her by a young girl who presumably shared the same fate as she did. But a bearded Turk was waiting under the doorframe, which was probably the reason why there was no exchange of words beyond the usual morning phrases.
A little later, she was introduced to Ahmed. The young Turk was not much older than her and let her know that he was the one who would be looking after her in the future. He smiled superiorly and she could almost physically feel the deep aversion she spontaneously felt. But that seemed irrelevant to him. Instead, he gave her an unmistakable understanding of what was meant by „taking care“ in his circles. „You’re my girl now,“ was his categorical statement. „I am responsible for you and I advise you to do exactly as I say. Otherwise I’ll have to punish you and you can be sure that I won’t go easy on a German slut like you.“
„Slut“ and „whore“ were obviously the words used to describe her among Turks. „A woman like you, wandering around alone at night, would have been whipped by a Muslim father,“ were the words of the guy, who obviously had nothing but contempt for her. „In some countries, a dishonorable woman like you would even be stoned to death. But you’re really too good for that. Pretty blonde whores are there to give Muslim men pleasure and get fucked. My brothers saw that just right when they picked you up on the train.“
That settled the issues. The pompous young Turk regarded her as his property and would „look after“ her, as he put it. The door opened. The girl from earlier came in again and brought a handful of clothes that were obviously intended for the new arrival. She disappeared again, just as taciturn as the first time.
„Take your clothes off and go to the bathroom,“ said her guardian, caretaker or whatever you wanted to call him. She had taken off her skimpy party dress last night and was currently only wearing a simple pair of panties. A fact that naturally made her insecure and vulnerable and which she tried to conceal by hiding her body up to her neck under the comforter.
„What are you waiting for? Get up and get undressed.“
She hesitated, but didn’t have the courage to rebel against him. So she crawled out from under the comforter and shyly covered her breasts with both hands. She was about to disappear towards the small bathroom when Ahmed held her back. „No. Take your clothes off here. You’re mine and you won’t have any secrets from me.“
Again she struggled with herself and again her fearfulness got the upper hand and she obeyed. She simply did what this little Turkish prick told her. She didn’t have the strength to resist his arrogant tone of command and silently endured his lurking gaze as she hesitantly slipped off her panties. She wanted to ask if there were any fresh panties in the laundry package, but she preferred not to.
She immediately recognized that the bathroom was a woman’s bathroom. There was everything a woman needed for her morning toilet. Including a cheap shower gel that probably came from the shelves of Aldi. She enjoyed being alone, at least for a little while, without a greedy pair of male eyes resting on her. She knew that she was in quite a mess and that there was no easy way to get out of it. But her brain had long since switched to persevere and endure in order to think about resisting. She had led a carefully sheltered life so far and simply didn’t have the instincts to deal with the unexpected situation.
When she came out of the bathroom, she spontaneously wanted to reach for her dress. But an energetic arm stopped her. „You don’t need that here,“ was his curt explanation. „And you’ll take your panties off too.“
She obeyed again and gradually began to hate herself for it. She slipped off her last remaining piece of clothing and stood in the room, undecided. She also allowed him to push her hands down so that he could look at her breasts, which were a little too small but nice and firm. She stood there motionless as he circled her with a lustful gaze and examined his „possession“.
„You’re going to shave. Not just under your arms, but everywhere. In future, I only want to see hair on your head and you’ll let it grow until it reaches your ass. A hooker has to be naked, because that’s what men like. You’ll find everything you need in the bathroom.“
„No,“ she said instinctively and backed away in horror. She was already naked and defenceless at the mercy of this frightening man. But the blonde frizzy hair around her pussy was all she had left to protect herself from his gaze. His ultimate words were therefore too much and had mobilized all her remaining strength to rebel against him. Her whole body expressed determination and her eyes visibly widened. „No, I’m not going to do that,“ she affirmed and stamped on the floor.
He watched the spectacle for a while while a mocking smile played around the corners of his mouth. Then, with an expert hand, he reached under the mattress of the bed and pulled out an object that was unknown to her at first, but whose function she would soon learn. It was a short leather strap, perhaps three fingers wide, with a wooden handle. She had never seen anything like it before, let alone felt it. But only a moment passed and she was one experience richer.
The blow hit her unexpectedly. It was like a bolt of lightning and burned into her thigh like nothing she had ever experienced before. She gave a sharp cry and spontaneously rubbed the sore spot. But he wasn’t finished with her yet. He pushed her onto the bed and took another swing. This time he hit her in the hip area and her reaction was repeated. Mistakenly assuming that this would offer him less of a target, she curled up like an embryo and howled. The fact that she presented her bottom to him in an almost ideal way was certainly unintentional, but an ideal opportunity for him to hit her three more times and draw flaming red welts on her skin.
He let go of her and waited a while. He kept the leather slapper in his hand while he looked down at the whining woman, who had probably experienced the burning of an instrument of punishment specially created for this task for the first time in her life. He would have to start from scratch in her education, he realized. This unbelieving cunt had obviously never had a father who had spanked her occasionally.
„Shave, now,“ he repeated his order.
She rose from the bed with agonized movements, carefully slipped past him and disappeared into the bathroom. „If she doesn’t parry, you’ll have to beat her,“ his big brother had said before entrusting him with the bitch. „Use the wide slapper. It works like fire and doesn’t leave long-lasting marks. And don’t be impressed if she whines and begs you. But never hit her in the face. Blue eyes are not good for business. She’s got thighs and an ass for punches, and you shouldn’t use them sparingly.“
Achmed already had some practice with handling women. At home, he had been responsible for his little sister. He had enjoyed watching her and reporting any misbehavior to his father, who then punished her. He had always been a witness and had learned early on how to handle a woman. However, it had become really interesting when she gradually developed from a girl into a woman. Then he had usually struck her himself when she had given him cause to do so. He had taken his trouser belt and made her scream. However, she had never been naked.
He practiced patience and had to wait quite a long time until she was finally ready and had carried out his order. He was aware that this was only the beginning of her education as a whore. He would teach her to obey him, he resolved. It was his first whore and he was determined to do everything right.
She lowered her eyes when she finally came out of the bathroom. She was clearly embarrassed to present herself to him in the state he wanted her in. Interesting what a few strokes with the leather strap can do, he thought secretly.
„Sit on the bed,“ he ordered her and she reluctantly obeyed. She eyed him suspiciously as he still held the wide leather in his hand, the effect of which she had learned to fear.
„Lie back and put your legs up.“ She did that too and pressed her legs tightly together. But it was no use.
„Open your legs,“ was the next instruction and this time it took much longer for her to get over herself and do what was asked of her. He took his time and calmly contemplated what makes a woman a woman. The welts of her rebuke were still clearly visible on her thighs, he noticed with satisfaction. She had beautifully shaped labia, he noticed, and felt the first waves of pleasure spreading through his body. So this woman should be his. He was her master and had full control over her. He would decide how often and by whom she would be fucked. He would fuck her himself when he felt like it and he would make her feel the leather whenever she was unwilling. She was an infidel. She was a whore. She didn’t deserve it any other way.
„Turn around and show me your ass,“ he ordered her. She was obviously relieved that their exhibition was over and did what he wanted. A woman’s ass with thick welts is a wonderful sight, he realized and proceeded to undo the belt of his trousers. He slipped them off along with his underpants. His cock was stiff and shot up. „You have to fuck her really hard from time to time,“ his big brother had said. „She needs to know who she belongs to and the best way to make it clear to her is with your cock. It’s just as important for controlling a whore as the leather slapper that’s under every mattress in the house.“
He was ready to take possession of his whore. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her up to him. She had given up. She offered no resistance. She behaved like a doll and let it happen without any will.
The girl had a rather small bottom, which split obscenely in two as he worked her from behind, penetrating her with slow rhythmic movements. He could see her asshole contracting with every thrust into her tight cunt. Every now and then he slapped her bottom like a jockey working a mare while riding her. And he was secretly annoyed that she was letting it all go by completely passively without showing any sign of arousal. It was as if she was telling him, no, you don’t excite me. You can fuck me as long as you want, I won’t get an orgasm from you.
Nevertheless, she was his and he would introduce her to her work as quickly as possible.
That same evening, he presented her with her first suitor. It was a burly man who probably worked in construction somewhere. He would probably take her hard and show her what she was there for from now on. But he didn’t really make the most of his half hour and was finished after just a few minutes. As he left, he complained that he had actually expected a little more enthusiasm from a professional. First customer, first complaint. This was off to a good start.
She had three more men to serve that evening. Then he locked her in her room without a word and considered his next steps. You don’t beat a hooker when there are guests in the house, was the rule. The punters want the illusion of love. They want young and willing girls who enjoy their work. They don’t want to know that most of them had to be beaten to do their job. And especially not ones who just lay there listlessly and let themselves be fucked.
This specimen had hardly caused any trouble so far. But she was silently resisting, showing the world by her behavior alone that she was not doing this voluntarily. She had obviously decided to passively let everything happen to her by simply allowing herself to be inseminated silently and motionlessly, waiting patiently until the man had finished with her and put his clothes back on. He couldn’t tolerate that if he didn’t want to make a complete fool of himself in front of his brothers. He had to drive that out of her. He had to punish her for it, in the only way a woman understands.
The slapper wouldn’t be enough. Now a real whip was needed. One that hurt and left marks. He had to tan this woman’s hide so that she wouldn’t ask for a second reprimand.
„We have a really effective strap whip for such cases,“ his brother explained to him and handed him an impressive-looking whip, which you could tell at first glance was going to be effective. It was just over a meter long and had an intricately braided handle that was just right for a strong man’s hand. From then on, it became thinner and more supple until it ended in several thin straps that could also penetrate the areas of the body where a woman is particularly sensitive.
„This thing is like fire,“ was the comment. „I guarantee it will make your little girl as tame as a kitten and she’ll never ask for your firm hand again. What’s more, this whip is simply brilliant. It gives a really sharp crack, but you have to hit it really hard to produce bloody welts“.
„Show her that you’re in charge,“ was the final piece of advice and the young man was determined to do everything right in order to gain respect not only from the unruly woman, but also from his brother.
When he entered the room, there were only three short words: „Take off your clothes!“ Her eyes were magnetically focused on the whip he was holding rolled into a loop. She knew what she was in for. She knew he was going to hurt her. She knew it, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of whimpering for forgiveness. She would cry and maybe scream. But never, ever would she submit to this camel driver. With painstakingly feigned indifference, she took off the nightgown she had put on after the last guest had left. She knew that she was pretty and that he desired her. She wouldn’t be able to prevent him from cumming inside her when he felt like it. But she was determined to make sure it would never give him any real pleasure. And not even a whip would be able to break her will.
Or is it?
„You will work for me, my dear. And you will do your best. You won’t just lie there and be served. You’re going to get off your ass and make sure our guests leave the house happy. If there are any complaints, I have this ready for you,“ he began, showing her the whip. „And there have been complaints today.“
With that, he took a step back, took a swing and struck hard. The leather wrapped around her hips in a flash and the leather straps at the end snapped viciously. She let out a sharp cry, backed away and staggered unsteadily onto the bed. With his lips pressed firmly together, he lashed out again and gave her naked body the lesson he obviously demanded. She tried to flee from the reach of his whip. But all she achieved was that he caught her with the particularly sharp-tongued end and half a dozen welts flared up on her skin. Without a word, he continued his work, ignoring her shrill screams, which could certainly be heard throughout the house. She tried desperately to escape the hellish pain, but the only thing she achieved was that she presented herself to him in ever new positions and the whip could do its diabolical work unhindered.
When he let go of her, she was covered all over with welts that marked almost her entire body with an uneven pattern and left no doubt that he had thoroughly thrashed her.
She would now have a whole night to reconsider her behavior. And her thin and thick welts would have until the next evening to subside sufficiently to allow her to get back to work. From now on, she would be afraid of another lesson of this kind and would go to great lengths to satisfy the visitors to her little whore’s room.
Sometimes a man just has to be firm, he thought to himself with satisfaction and was sure he had taught the little bitch a lesson.