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 helped him in the store. Sons do that when their father asks them to. But he wasn’t really the type to get his hands dirty. He had discovered that life was much easier if you let others work for you. His father didn’t think about what his son did for a living. But he was proud of him, because he drove around in a brand new Mercedes and did the family proud.

As a Turk, Yasin had learned early on what it was like with women. Sons were allowed to do anything, but daughters had to be watched carefully. Because they could tarnish the family’s honor. In any case, it was clear that they had to obey at their word. And he had already experienced countless times with his sister what happened if they didn’t. All she had to do was contradict her mother and she would be slapped in the face. And if something worse happened, his father would take her upstairs and soon after, her screeching would echo throughout the house.

Otherwise, there were only two kinds of women in the world for Yasin. The honorable ones and the whores. Of course, mothers, sisters and wives were honorable. And basically all Turkish women who knew how to behave and never forgot their headscarves when they went out on the street. All the others were sluts or whores across the board. Everyone who got involved with some guy at school. And above all, everyone who had been through several hands before they finally married in white and became a good wife.

Therefore, only a Turkish woman was an option for him. Later, when it was time to get married. But he wouldn’t have to worry about that anyway. Father would decide that, of course. And father would certainly find the right one for him. A beautiful woman with whom he would have a lot of fun. And above all, a Muslim woman who knew what a woman should be. Some girl from Anatolia who had been brought up traditionally and had never heard of such things as equality.

Until then, he would enjoy his life and have fun with the German girls. They were easy to have. And he knew how to get them to do everything he wanted them to do for him. Really anything.

But he wasn’t after the ones that all the German boys were after. He mainly sought out the inconspicuous ones. The ones who weren’t quite so popular. The shy girls who somehow nobody really noticed. Girls who almost couldn’t believe that someone like him was interested in them. Daughters of not-so-rich parents who you could still impress with a great car and win over with a few presents. With a pair of brand-name shoes, for example. Or the latest cell phone.

Of course, they had to be able to somehow explain at home where they got the money from. And they had to have a plausible reason for why they were often away for hours at a time. So Yasin let them work in his father’s store to supplement their pocket money. Only for appearances, of course, because in reality they spent this time with him. Then they would hang out on his couch for hours and kiss. They smoked hash to loosen up and let him feel them up. After all, these cunts were usually still completely inexperienced and he was the first man in their lives. Until they finally gave in and let him fuck them.

Yasin spent a lot of time outside the city’s schools. During the break, he watched the girls in the schoolyard and picked out one that suited his plans. After school, he then tried to strike up a conversation with her and arouse her interest. He was less successful with the girls from the grammar school. But especially at the secondary schools, he always found one who fell for him. In contrast, he rarely showed up at the secondary modern schools. There were simply too many headscarves there and he didn’t want word to get around among the Turkish girls that he was constantly picking up young girls.

And they had to be young. Young and naive. A sixteen-year-old German girl already had everything that makes a woman. But her sexual experience was mostly limited to making out with a classmate at a party. Above all, she had no brothers to watch over her suspiciously. And there was no mother who cared which elevator her daughter left the house in in the morning.

Yasin’s scam was ancient, but still surprisingly successful. Like the other day with Karin, for example. She was a bit chubby, but that didn’t matter at that age. On the contrary, the slightly fatter teenagers usually had good-sized breasts. And they had asses that made his mouth water. In contrast, the slim ones almost looked like children, even if they were usually more popular.

Karin could hardly believe that someone like him was interested in her. In her class, she was more of a second choice and there had only ever been one pimply boy who had shown a shy interest in her. Yasin, on the other hand, was someone the girls liked to show off to. After all, he no longer went to school and was already earning real money. A lot of money, in fact, as you could see from his car.

They adored him and he told her that she was the most beautiful and that he adored her. Her parents did have a problem waiting and her mother in particular always wanted to know where she had been when it took her ages to get home again. But the idea of her father’s greengrocer’s store worked again. Her parents said she should learn what it meant to earn money and no one paid any attention to what she did in the afternoons.

Karin was exactly as he had imagined her. Not really fat, but clearly feminine and with curves in all the right places. And she was willing. Wet and willing to be made a woman as quickly as possible. By him, of course, because he was the love of her life. So he taught her what her little bacon pussy was for. He taught her that she could only have a real orgasm when his cock was deep inside her and she was taken with violent thrusts. He made her want to have this experience over and over again.

And she got to know his other side. Once, when she didn’t come to him as agreed and he was really angry, he made her feel what it meant to stand someone like him up. He screamed at her until she was nothing but a crying heap of misery. He threw her onto the bed and pulled her jeans off. He pressed her firmly onto the bed with his left hand and hit her with the flat of his right hand until her luscious bottom flashed red and she whimpered for mercy. Then he fucked her as brutally as he had never fucked her before and threw her out of the house.

He didn’t let us hear from him for a whole week. He didn’t answer her calls and ignored her WhatsApp messages. He wasn’t at home when she rang the doorbell and tore up the letters she put in his letterbox. He watched her every move, but he didn’t let her get close to him.

Until he had the feeling that he had cooked them soft. Then his white Mercedes suddenly pulled up at the side of the road. Exactly where she would pass it when she walked home from school. All he had to do was give her a signal and she sat next to him. He hugged her silently and they drove to his house. He stroked her. They made love. He made her gasp, moan, scream. He fucked her from behind while he alternately spanked her left and right on her protruding ass. He made it clear to her that he was a Turk and you don’t just leave a Turk sitting there, no matter what happened.

And then he took her shopping. He bought her clothes at prices that made her blush. Sexy dresses that he would have loved to tear off her body in the store. Skin-tight leggings that clung to her body like a second skin, clearly shaping the curves of her buttocks and outlining her pussy. Clothes that a decent girl wouldn’t actually wear anywhere.

But she put it on. Because that’s what he wanted and whenever they were together. Even that evening when he invited her to a candlelit dinner in one of the city’s finest restaurants. And when he introduced her to his business partner.

„I want you to go with him,“ he had whispered to her as they left the restaurant. „He’s an important man and my whole professional future depends on him. So be nice to him. Do what he asks. Do it for me. As a sign of your love.“

She was shocked and said that she would never do that. But he made it clear to her that it would then be over between them forever. And his look told her in no uncertain terms that he meant it. One last rebellion, a futile plea and she agreed. Nodding silently. With tears in her eyes. But ready to make this sacrifice for him.

Everything went as agreed. He took them to a hotel and she went up the stairs to reception with the supposed business partner, while he patted her bottom openly and put his arm around her. Two hours later, she reappeared and got into a cab. Yasin followed her to her parents‘ house. He wanted to make sure she arrived home safely. He didn’t know what excuse she had for her parents. But he knew that he would see her again tomorrow.

Yasin knew that German girls preferred to read romance novels. They loved stories about the rich lord of the manor or head doctor who fell in love with a poor country girl. And they dreamed of a prince who would take them to the heaven of happiness on a white horse. For Karin, he was that prince. Except that his white horse was a white Mercedes Coupé. And that he had conditions if she wanted to go to heaven.

Because of course there were several business partners she had to sleep with. And she did it because he wanted her to. She did it reluctantly, but out of love for him. Some of the men were nice and treated her with respect. With others, it obviously took a lot of effort. But she did it anyway. Until, yes, until that evening when she openly rebelled and refused tooth and nail to leave the car and go to the hotel with a man. It was a suitor who had not booked her for the first time. But something must have happened during their last encounter that was beyond her strength.

Yasin was of course extremely embarrassed. A hooker who refuses to cooperate was simply unacceptable. And she was nothing more than a hooker to him, even if she still hadn’t realized that this was the case.

Discretion was an ironclad business principle for him and he didn’t want there to be a scene right outside the hotel. So he apologized to his customer, who scoffed at him and said that he probably didn’t have his hooker under control. He let him out of the car and drove off with screeching tires. His gaze was icy, his anger unmistakable and his driving left no doubt that this evening would not end well.

They didn’t go to his house, as Karin had actually expected. Nor did Yasin drive her to the housing estate where her parents lived and where she shared a room with her younger sister. He sped along an arterial road towards the highway, talking non-stop on his car phone. As he naturally spoke Turkish, she couldn’t understand a word he was saying. She didn’t dare speak to him, but she suspected that it was about her and for the first time she felt fear rise up inside her.

She had been crying the whole time and didn’t realize where they were actually going. In the end, they drove through a residential area and stopped in front of a large iron gate. Yasin flashed his headlights briefly and the gate opened. He drove up a curved driveway and they stopped in front of a brightly lit house, where people were clearly already waiting for them.

Two men approached the Mercedes. They looked like bodyguards, opened the passenger door and dragged her out of the car. Karin panicked. She tried to turn towards Yasin, shouted his name and did her best to free herself from the two men’s grip. But Yasin just stood there, leaning against his car, watching the scene with an impassive expression on his face.

She was taken into a large room. It appeared to be a living room and it was larger than any living room she had ever seen. In the middle was an expansive sitting area where several men had taken a seat. Men of advanced age who looked at her with interest. Each of them was accompanied by a woman who was either snuggled up close to him or draped on the floor at his feet. Although they weren’t actually women. They were girls. Young girls. Teenagers as young as Karin. Some of the men were smoking a shisha. They were obviously Turkish. Just as the girls all seemed to be German. Most of them blonde and all of them in provocative clothing somewhere between half-dressed and half-naked.

Sitting in the middle – and it almost took Karin’s breath away when she realized it – was Yasin’s father. He was sipping tea from a tiny cup while his eyes were fixed on her. The apparently lively conversation had died down as soon as she had entered the room accompanied by the two bodyguards. She was wearing a black dress today that clung to her body from her neck to just above her bottom. A dress that left no doubt as to which body it enveloped. And which revealed unequivocally to practiced male eyes that she was wearing neither a bra nor panties underneath.

The old man, whom she had only ever addressed as „Mr. Ünsal“, made a defensive gesture and Karin felt her two guards leave her side and disappear from her field of vision. Yasin’s father scrutinized her blatantly and let his eyes roam lustfully over her curves. A quick glance to her right told her that something had caught his attention. She turned to the side and saw that Yasin had now also entered the room.

„So she resisted you,“ Yasin’s father began, obviously speaking deliberately in German so that she could understand. The men present smiled ironically. The girls looked down to the ground, embarrassed.
„My son knows what to do with a woman who defies his orders,“ he continued, his gaze going around the room. „He has a sister who is exactly the same age as this one. And he’s seen me beat her up more than once when she disobeys.“

Yasin had now stepped up next to her. His appearance was all man. The corners of his mouth twisted into a grin. Karin had to think back to the day he had beaten her until her whole bottom was a burning fire. She could feel an ominous tension spreading through the room.

„I’m sure Yasin will show us what he’s learned in a moment.“ The old man pulled the young thing closer to him, who had been sitting next to him with her legs drawn up the whole time. His hand traveled down her flank until it came to rest on the curve of her hip. He patted her and kissed his forehead.

„Look at me, Karin,“ Yasin spoke to her in the voice of a man who is aware of his authority. He knew that he was the only man in this room with whom she could have at least a trace of trust. He was her husband and she was his lover, his great love, as he had repeatedly assured her. She therefore felt a certain closeness to him despite the frightening situation and complied with his request. Her eyes were haunted, but her gaze expressed hope and he knew that she was still in bondage to him.

„You belong to me, Karin,“ he continued. „Or rather, you belong to me. But you have insulted my honor. You humiliated me and I will never again be able to look into the eyes of the man you refused to serve. But above all, you defied my will. You were disobedient and did something that no woman should do to a Turk.“

There was absolute silence in the room. All eyes were on them and Yasin. The men stroked their beards thoughtfully. The young girls snuggled even closer to them, as if seeking protection or at least demonstrating their devotion.

„I will punish you tonight, Karin. I will do to you what every Turk does to a woman who has violated his honor. You have no chance of escaping your punishment. But it’s up to you whether you submit to me voluntarily or whether I have to force you to.“

Karin realized that her Yasim was under pressure. His honor was at stake. It was about the honor of the family, to which each of the men present obviously belonged. It was a matter of principle and the upholding of age-old traditions. She had escaped from a disgusting man with whom she did not want to spend another evening under any circumstances. But she would have to pay for it.

„Take off your dress, Karin.“

She had humiliated him. At least that’s how he had felt. Now it was obviously his turn to humiliate her. She felt it, she knew it and yet she didn’t want to admit it. She stood there as if petrified, unable to do anything and even more unable to undress in front of all these more or less old men.

Yasin clapped her hands. Seconds later, the door was pushed open and the guards she already knew came in. They approached her purposefully and did what they had obviously not done for the first time with practiced hand movements. Strong male hands grabbed her by the wrists. A rope appeared out of nowhere, lowered from the ceiling. She resisted, but quickly realized that she had no chance. In the end, she found herself standing in the room. A humming could be heard from somewhere. The rope moved slowly upwards and with it her hands, which were firmly attached to it. At the end, she stood there with her arms outstretched, blushing as she realized that her dress had slipped up in all the commotion and now didn’t even cover her bottom. She felt more than naked, because she knew that everyone could now see what a girl usually only shows her lover.

Yasin came up to her.

„You didn’t want it any other way. But rest assured, I will drive out your rebelliousness.“

He pulled out a knife, swung the blade forward and immediately set about cutting Karin’s dress to shreds. He detached it from her shoulders with just a few cuts. He ran the blade between her breasts until the wafer-thin fabric gave way and a tear appeared down to her navel. He let the useless shreds fall down and had achieved what she had not been prepared to do herself.

Some of the men ran their tongues over their lips with relish. Others caressed the young girl at their side in places that men like to caress. Men’s eyes gleamed and greedy glances scanned the naked body of a schoolgirl who, in their opinion, was nothing more than an ordinary slut. Karin was ashamed. But Yasin had assured her that she had a desirable body and so she was proud to be ogled by a handful of men who could well be her fathers.

„Yasin let his gaze wander around the group. He was proud to be able to show off his property to these men. Proud of this young woman he had trained, even if his upbringing was obviously not yet complete. It was his family that was gathered here. A Turkish clan that worked in secret and had become rich doing with young German girls what their own daughters were too sacred to do. A Turkish woman, a Muslim woman, had to be protected. A Christian woman was fair game. An infidel with whom you could do whatever you wanted. After all, that’s what the Koran said.

„Uncle Ataman,“ he finally said when he saw what he had been looking for. „You have the widest belt of all. Can you lend me a moment so that I can fulfill my duty?“

The man addressed grinned with satisfaction. He fiddled with his trousers, undid a belt a good five centimeters wide from its loops and handed it to the young man, who accepted it with a satisfied nod. And because he was in the process of doing so, he also opened his fly, pulled out a cock that had already grown considerably and told the girl kneeling at his feet to get busy with it.

Yasin did not fold the belt into a loop, as most men did when it came to punishing a woman. Instead, he wrapped the end with the buckle around his right hand. In his opinion, it was much more effective if the free end of the belt hit its target and then nestled around the targeted curves and finished its task with a snapping finale.

„Allah knew why he gave you a nice, big butt,“ he said with unmistakable irony: „He can see into hearts and knows exactly when he is dealing with an unteachable woman who has to be punished again and again.“

He swung it out wide, letting the leather whiz through the air with a hot hiss and watched with satisfaction as it drew a wide, brightly flaring welt on Karin’s fair-skinned body, which stretched across both buttocks and ended somewhere in the navel area. She shrieked loudly and her body instinctively began to do the dance that thousands of women had done before her when they felt the leather strap or the whip. Yasin waited until she had gradually calmed down again. Then he took another swing to ignite the exciting spectacle once more.

In the meantime, the men watching had given in to their urges. Some were having a blow job. Others were busy with their hands under their playmate’s dress and one couldn’t stop himself from taking a slender blonde from behind while his eyes remained fixed on the spectacle before him. Only Yasin’s father remained calm and seemed to take great pride in watching his son perform his manly duty.

While Karin had initially only reacted to the bite of the leather with shrill shrieks, her reaction finally changed and the first understandable words came from her lips. Words of remorse. Pleading words. Pleading words. Words from a woman who is prepared to promise a man anything if only he stops punishing her.

It was at his father’s signal that Yasin finally stopped. He returned the leather belt to its owner and then turned to the battered girl, who stood there with her hands stretched upwards while her whole body trembled and her plump breasts shook violently.

„Have you learned your lesson, Karin? Do you promise never to violate my honor again?“

She managed to utter an audible „yes“ between heaving sobs and nodded her head in agreement.

„I will forgive you once more, my little girl. I will untie you now and you will prove to me that you are an obedient girl who will never cause me trouble again.“

The familiar buzzing sounded again and Katrin felt the rope above her head loosen and her already stiff arms gradually sank down. Yasin stepped in front of her, untied her bonds and took her in his arms. He would have loved to give her a good fucking right now. But family tradition dictated otherwise.

„I want you to show my whole family that you have learned obedience and will do as you are told in future.“ Katrin heard his words and instinctively sensed that her punishment was not yet over and that she was in danger of further harm. „Go to my father and ask him for forgiveness for shaming his son.“

She hesitated, but overcame her inner resistance and moved towards the man she had previously only known as a greengrocer. With a wave of his hand, he shooed away the young thing that was still clinging to him and playing the cuddly mistress. He sat down with his legs apart and faced the very young woman who had chosen his son to increase his wealth and satisfy his urges.

„I’m… I’m sorry, Mr. Ünsal,“ she said timidly as she stood in front of him with her head bowed, fulfilling her lover’s order.

„So, so, you’re sorry. Then we’ll see how sorry you really are and whether you’ve learned your lesson. Turn around.“

She did as instructed and turned her back to him. He let his eyes wander with pleasure over the martyred buttocks, which were marked by a network of overlapping welts that were already impressively swollen. It filled him with satisfaction to see a young unbeliever in this state. And he was sure that it would be quite a while before she asked for such a rebuke again.

„Get on your knees,“ he ordered and almost two dozen pairs of eyes watched intently as she obediently complied.

„Bend forward and lower your head all the way to the floor. You already know how a woman presents herself for her man.“ This time, too, she hesitated at first, but then complied with the request. She was aware that she was now revealing everything that makes a woman a woman to the old man. But somehow she only reacted mechanically and was prepared to do anything to bring this situation to an end. Mr. Ünsal leaned forward. He took a good look at what this young thing had to offer. Her pussy consisted of two bulging labia that opened obscenely in their current position, revealing her pink insides. Her large but firm buttocks also gaped apart so that he could easily see the opening that every woman had to offer as an alternative.

He knelt behind her, undid the belt of his trousers, slipped them down along with his underpants and let his excited cock spring out. He was already well over fifty, but his sexual appetite was undiminished and such a sight inevitably triggered a desire in him that a man could not resist.

He didn’t hesitate for long, but penetrated her immediately and forcefully. To his surprise, she was wet and her love hole offered him no resistance. On the contrary, she seemed to be the kind of kinky woman who can’t help but welcome a hard man’s cock. So he used what was offered to him and began to penetrate her with rhythmic, pumping movements.

r was far too aroused to hold out for long and after just a few minutes a moan escaped his lips as his body stiffened and his greedy man’s cock unloaded a powerful load of slimy cum into her. He pulled out of her and, with a slap on her right thigh, told her that she could get up again.

„You’ve learned enough for today,“ Yasin said as he put his arm around her and nodded goodbye to those present before withdrawing with her: „But you’ll still have the opportunity to get to know my family better. Every single one of them.“