Based on a true story from events that happened in the north of England.
They were just innocent young school girls, before Hassan took them into the back room of his shop.
Hassan was carful in his selection, the girls had to be young, pretty and naïve, his preference being for virgins; as only a virgin could satisfy his own perverted lust.
It was easier for Hassan, if at first, the girl had been a virgin, to groom her, then blackmail and force her to work for him. .
Tricking them into the room at the back of his shop, Hassan forced himself on them, and robbed the young girls of their innocents.
Then after he had raped and broken them in, he photographed the girls forcing them to pose naked in front of his camera, these photos he sent out to his special Asian friends; these were mostly older men who would willingly pay him a lot of money to have sex with young white girls.
Two or three times a week after school the young girls would have to come to his shop. then in a small room at the back of his shop the girls were forced into letting his special Asian friends have sex with them.
Susan was a decent respectable young girl. Attentive at school, liked sports and was learning to play the piano. She was just a sweet innocent young girl.
My name is Susan Smith, and I go to a mixed school outside London.
I am fairly tall for my age with dark blond hair and blue eyes like my mum, I suppose you could say I’m quite a pretty girl, possible a bit too slim but mum said that would change as I got older.
The photo is of me in my school uniform on my way to school, it was taken about a month before Hassan the proprietor of the corner shop tricked me into going with him into the back room of his shop.
I was a virgin, I’d never had a boyfriend, in fact I hadn’t even kissed a boy yet. I was a very naïve innocent girl.
In that back room, Hassan forced himself on me,
He was a big strong man and it was impossible for me to stop him. It was so painful when he forced himself inside me. I screamed and cried while he raped me, but he didn’t stop.
In that small dirty back room he took my virginity and stole my innocents.
Hassan was a horrible evil man, what he did to me, he didn’t even regard it as rape, breaking me in, that’s what he called it, breaking me in so I’d then be usable for his special friends.
He videoed what he did to me, then blackmailed and forced me to work for him.
After school I had to go to his shop, then in a back room or a small bedroom upstairs over his shop I had to let, who Hassan called his special friends have sex with me.
It was awful, they were horrible smelly dirty old Asian men. I knew they paid Hassan money before they came upstairs to use me. but I don’t know how much it was. It wasn’t always in his shop where I was forced to let men have sex with me, sometimes he took me in his car, to what he called house visits.
This is my story
I lived with my mum and my younger sister Chrissy in a rented terraced house, not far from my school. So, I was able to walk to school every day with sister.
We’d lost our father, he had a heart attack, the doctors said, he was very young for something like that to happen, but that didn’t help to bring my dad back.
Mum had a job in town and she was earning just enough money to keep us, but money was pretty tight and I didn’t get any pocket money.
At the end of our road was a corner shop that sold just about everything, the proprietor was a Mr. Hassan, He was Indian or Pakistani, and a big man, with a beard. I didn’t like him; he was sort of slimy and when I was in his shop. he always used to stare at my legs, Mum had an account at the shop and often I would get the list of everything she needed and then mum would pay for all the groceries at the end of the month, when she got her pay cheque.
Things went seriously wrong when she became ill and then lost her job. Mum was now bed ridden and the doctor said it would take a long time for her to get better.
The corner shop bill hadn’t been paid for weeks; I didn’t want to go down there anymore because Mr. Hassan kept asking for the money. But mum was insistent that I went and got some food, she wrote a note for Mr. Hassan telling him that a friend of hers was going to help and she would be able to pay the entire bill next week.
Mr. Hassan was very dubious, and I had to sign some papers, which I didn’t really read and I was far too young and naive to sign any kind of agreement. But he gave me all the groceries I needed and even some money extra for my mum’s medicine. I didn’t like the way he always looked at me, he wasn’t a very nice man.
Of course at the end of the week the money didn’t come, I don’t know if mum did have a friend or not.
Mum told me, I had to go and see Mr. Hassan and tell him that she couldn’t pay him at the moment. I didn’t want to go and see him, but I had to, so I told mum I would call in and see him on the way home from school the next day.
The next day after school I went into the shop and talked to Hassan, he was very angry and told me the bill had to be paid or my mum would go to prison and my sister and I would be put in a
Then he told me the only way now to stop my mum from going to prison would be, if I worked in his shop two or three days a week until the bill and interest was paid.
So I agreed to come and work in his shop.
He told me to come to his shop the next day and he would show me what I would have to do. I was expecting to have to clean his shop and restock the shelves or something like that.
I didn't know then, but tomorrow would be the worst day in my in my life.
Hassan had a very a different idea as to the sort of work the young girl would be doing for him.
He had handcuffs and the video camera ready. He had a Viagra tablet ready, which he’d take just before the girl arrived, he wanted his prick to stay hard for as long as possible to ensure he could give the little bitch a real good long hard fucking.
And when he’d finished with the young girl, he wanted to see that nice clean white towel he’d put on the bed socked in her virgin blood.
Hassan had a dream, one day in his new house , he would have a special room and the walls of this room would be covered in frames, in each frame there would be a photo of a young girl and next to the photo would be a piece of the towel that was stained with the girls virgin blood, this would be his virgin trophy room.
As arranged the next day I went to Hassan’s shop, I was determined to work hard and get mums bill paid, if necessary I would clean his shop from top to bottom every day after school.
As I arrived at the shop, he got really angry again about how much money my mother owed him, he told me I was going to pay some of the debt today, or else the police would be coming to take my mother away tomorrow. And my sister and I would be put into a home.
Hassan closed and locked the shop, then he grabbed my hand and pulled me along to his back room, telling me if was a good girl then it wouldn’t take long.
I had to take off my blazer and tie. I didn’t want to, I don’t like Hassan, but I was really frightened of him, so I did what he said. Then he pulled me over to the bed and made sit on the bed next to him.
He started asking me all sorts of silly questions: Did I have a boyfriend? Had I ever had a boyfriend? He asked me if I was a decent girl. He even asked me if I was still a virgin. I supposed, it was because he only wanted to be sure he had a decent respectable girl working in his shop. So I told him the truth, I had never had a boyfriend, I was a decent girl, so of course I was still a virgin, I wasn’t that sort of girl.
Then he went on about how important it was, that I worked for him to pay off my mother’s bill, all of it.
He put his hand on my knee, I didn't like that, I hated being touched by him.
I didn’t know what to do, I knew I had to do what he said, or my Mum would go to prison and me and my sister would be put in a home.
So I did what he said and laid back on the bed.
He immediately grabbed my hands and hand cuffed them to the top of the bed above my head. It all happened so quickly I was really frightened.
After he’d handcuffed me to the bed, he went over to the corner of the room. I saw a video camera there that I hadn’t noticed before. I think he switched it. Then he sat on the bed and asked me if I’d been telling him the truth and was I really a decent girl.
I had been telling truth, I’ not a liar.
But he said he wanted to know for sure, and then he put his hand up under my skirt and began pulling my panties down.
Hassan quickly pulled the girls skirt up round her waist so he would be able to have a good look. With one hand he grabbed her knee and pulled her legs apart.
The girl begged and pleaded him not to touch her, but as he pulled her knees apert and told her sternly to lay still and keep her legs apart so he could examine her properly, although she was so terribly embarrassed and ashamed, as she would never allow anyone, and no one had ever touched or looked at her most private parts before, but she was so frightened of the him, she just did what he said, and kept her legs apart while the horrible old man examined her. She felt his finger probing her while he looked between her legs it was awful, but once he knew she had been telling the truth and that she really was a decent girl and definitely still a virgin, then he would finally let her.
Hassan bent over the young girl, carefully he used his fingers to open her, until he was able to see the small tight entrance to her vagina.
It was obvious the girl had never been penetrated, he could clearly see she still had her hymen, it was intact, there was no sign that it had been stretched, torn or damaged.
Hassan smiled to himself, he was pleased the little bitch had saved herself, a virgin still pure and untouched, she’d be nice and tight and he would really enjoy being the first man between her pretty little white legs.
Hassan pulled her skirt down and stood up, he stared down at the frightened young girl hand cuffed to the bed, admiring her young body. She was a pretty girl, beautiful white, slime firm young legs, that were now tightly together, he could almost feel her innocence her purity radiating out to him from between her legs, it was as if her precious virginity was literally beckoning, calling him now to be the first man between her legs.
She was a decent girl and had kept her legs together, probably intending to save herself for that very special day in her life, a day she expected to be full with love and romance, perhaps she was even dreaming of getting married in a beautiful white dress saving her precious virginity for her wedding night.
Hassan grinned to himself as he looked down at the helpless pleading young girl. there was no chance of escape for her now.
Today he would take that dream away from her, it would be utterly destroyed, and after he’d finished with her she would have nothing left to save. She would only be left with just the shame and disowner, the feeling of being used, soiled, unclean, such a dirtiness would remain with her, so she could never really feel clean again.
She was pleading again, wanting him to let her go, ignoring her, he asked her about the money her mother owed him and how was she going to pay him?
He told her he wanted the money and as she couldn’t give it to him now, then he would have to have something else as payment. something of value, enough to at least cover the interest on the outstanding debt.
Hassan rubbed his hands together, gloating over what he was about to propose and take as payment.
Susan was horrified, as she watched him open his trousers and get his revolting penis out. He had an erection it looked absolutely disgusting, like a large fat bloated brown sausage sticking out from between the top of his legs. She was petrified and started begging and pleading him not to do anything to her.
Hassan ignored the girl, from his pocket he pulled out a tube of lubricant and as he began liberally rubbing it all over the full length of his penis. He told the girl “This will make it a lot easier and less painful for you” Not that he really cared, she was a virgin, her vagina would be dry and tight. it was definitely going to be painful for the girl, first having her hymen broken and then her vagina stretched and opened as he forced his large penis up inside her. But the lubricant would make it easier to get full length of his prick right up inside the tight little bitch.
Now he was ready and keen to take his pleasure, Hassan climbed on the bed quickly forcing himself in between her young legs. He opened and pulled her blouse apart, exposing a very nice pair of firm little tits. Then bending over her he took hold of his prick and guided it in between the top of her legs. As he positioned himself he told her “ Just lay still and keep your legs apart, then it wont hurt so much and it will be over more quickly”
The girl cried out to him. “ Stop it, you’re hurting me. Stop. It’s hurting”
She wiggled desperately trying to squirm move away from the man’s hard prodding penis that was being pushed up against her between the top of her legs. It was hurting now, it felt like the end of a large hard stick was trying to be forced inside her. A few times she just managed to wriggle and move away from the prodding stick between her legs, but immediately it would be back and again he would start to try and push it into the small entrance to her vagina.
As it started to hurt, she wriggled frantically, just managing to move to away from his prodding penis.
Hassan sat up, he was angry that he hadn’t managed to penetrate the tight little bitch. He took the tube of lub out of his pocket and rubbed more on his penis
She saw what he was doing and started begging him not to do it.
Whatever happens he mustn’t put his penis inside her, her virginity was very important to her, she had sworn that she would save herself till she was older and that very special first time, would only be with the man she was going to marry.
The other girls at school in her class, none of them had done it yet and they all intended to stay virgins until they were older.
Just one girl had made a terrible mistake, shed gone to a party without her parents consent, at the party she met an older man who seemed very nice, he’d kept filling her glass up, she’d never really drunk alcohol before and as obviously she was the youngest person at the party, she didn’t want to look stupid and refuse a drink.
At some point the man suggested to show her round the apartment. She just remembers he took her to a big bedroom, when he pushed her down on the bed the whole room was spinning and she felt terrible. She was wearing a short blue dress because she wanted to show of her long brown suntanned legs from being on holiday with her parents.
She couldn’t really remember everything that happened in the bedroom. All she could remember was after he pushed her down on the bed, her panties were pulled down, he grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs wide apart. The man got on top of her and pulled her dress up.
She wasn’t able to push him away. he started kissing her keeping and holding his mouth on hers.
Then she felt a sharp pain between her legs, she screamed as forced his penis inside her, it really hurt.
She couldn’t remember much more after that. She came too lying on a large double bed, feeling sick and a burning pain down there between her legs. Her panties were lying on the floor at the bottom of the bed and the white bed spread had a large blood stain in the middle of it.
She felt so ashamed about what had happened to her. It was awful she had lost her virginity to a complete stranger, she didn’t even know his name, he’d just pulled her pants off, took her virginity and had sex with her. She never saw the man again.
Now with his penis covered in lub, Hassan bent over the girl again. He told her if she was going to be difficult it would only take longer and if he didn’t get what he wanted as payment she knew what would happen.
Again she felt the prodding stick between her legs, as he pushed, it really started hurting. She didn’t know what to do, clenching her fists she cried out to him to stop. As he pushed harder. she screamed, a terrible pain between her legs, it felt like he was tearing her apart then, as he forced his penis inside her vagina.
Hassan pushed hard thrusting himself further inside her. He kept pushing slowly trying to force even more of his penis inside her, but the young girls virginal tightness was making it difficult for him. He could feel her small vagina very tightly griping his penis, but after a few more hard thrusts he was able get a bit more of prick inside her.
As he lifted the girls legs up there was no resistance, Hassan knew that now the girls will to resist had finally been broken.
Holding her legs up and spread wide apart he was able to thrust himself even deeper inside her. She cried out in pain every time he thrust and forced the full length of his peins in as far as he could. He knew he was hurting her but he
kept brutally thrusting himself into the young girl, again and again as hard as he could, until eventually she lost her virginal tightness and he was finally able to get the full length of his penis up inside her tight vagina.
He continued fucking her, determined that he did a good job breaking her in.
The little bitch needed to know why she had a hole between her legs, the quicker she got used to having a man between her legs and a prick up her cunt, the sooner she could start working for him. Her tight firm young body was going to give a lot of pleasure to Hassan’s so called special friends and they would pay well to use this pretty little bitch. She was going to make him a lot of money.
Two times he emptied himself deep inside her, filling her with his sperm before his lust was finally satisfied.
He withdrew and got off the girl, stood up and adjusted his clothing, his prick was actually hurting a bit because the bitch had been so tight.
Hassan told her: If you tell anybody about what you did here, or go to the police. I will tell them you agreed to have sex with me, to pay off your mothers bill.
You know what people will say about you don’t you, so if you want to keep your good name then you better keep quiet about it.
We will just keep it our little secret and nobody will ever have to know.
The girl didn’t say anything when she took the money but just mumbled:
“Please. Can I go home now”
Hassan took her to the front door of the shop, he unlocked the door and the girl went out.
He went to the back room and switched off the video camera. Looking at the bed he was pleased, the girls virgin blood had left a large stain on the white towel, he’d cut that out and frame it together with a photo of the girl, it would make a nice trophy to hang in his special room.
The video he would use to blackmail the girl into working for him and force her lure other young innocent pretty girls to his shop.
He only wanted nice decent young white girls that were still virgins.
Hassan felt very confident that his plan would work.
I walked home and went straight to the bathroom, sat on the toilet and cried, I was devasted from what that horrible man had done to me, I was in agony he’d really hurt me, I had a burning pain between my legs where he’d forced his penis inside me. Using some toilet paper I wiped myself, I was still bleeding and all wet there and it wasn’t just blood, he’d ejaculated inside me and filled me with his disgusting sperm.
I knew I’d been raped; it was rape, he’d forced himself on me. I felt so dirty and ashamed, that horrible revolting old Pakistani man had raped me, he had taken my virginity, I definitely wasn’t a virgin anymore now. The first time a man puts his penis inside your vagina he takes your virginity, that’s what that horrible old man had done to me and now I was branded a slut, no-one would touch me again, if anyone found out what he’d done to me, I wouldn’t be able to show my face again anywhere – no-one would realise that what he’d done to me wasn’t a choice. and he hadn’t just put his penis inside me, he’d kept on repeatably thrusting it back and forth in side me, even while I was screaming in pain because it was hurting so much, but he hadn’t stopped. Not until he had finally satisfied his lust. The horrible old man had had sex with me, it was non-consensual sex, he’d forcefully used my body against my will to satisfy his lust. It was rape.
I knew, that after you have been raped, you shouldn’t take a shower, or wash yourself, but first go to the police and hospital, if you showered and washed before, then all the evidence would be destroyed.
But if i went to the police, I knew exactly what people would say about me, even if I was believed, they would still point a finger at me, I would be branded as a slut, Paki meat, a Paki fuck bag, I knew all the names they’d use, they would say that I willingly opened my legs to an old Paki to pay off my mother’s bill. At school they treat me like a slut, no nice boy would want to go near her, I would be regarded as soiled unclean, fucked by a dirty old Paki.
I made a decision then, and went in the shower. nobody must ever know about this, I would never ever say or tell anybody about what he had done to me, I had to keep it a secret, nobody must ever find found out about what had happened to me.
I showed and washed, again and again I washed myself desperately trying to wash away the dirtiness and that unclean feeling because of what that horrible man had done to me.
After a long shower I was clean, but still felt dirty and used, I was still bleeding a little, and his revolting sperm, like a milky coloured substance kept oozing out of my vagina.
Laying on the bed she closed her eyes, she still had a burning pain between her legs and her tummy was aching from where he’d kept repeatably thrusting his penis up inside her. Her small breasts were hurting from where he’d been squeezing them while he did it to her.
My virginity had been very important to me, I’d wanted to save myself, I had been a very decent innocent girl before that horrible man had forced himself on me. What would happen now when she met a nice boy, what would she say, he would expect her to be a virgin, Would he know, could a man tell if she wasn’t still virgin. Perhaps she would heal like wounds did and nobody would know. She hated Hassan for what he had done to her and decided that she would never go near his shop again, unless she really had to, and she would never let that horrible old man or any other man ever touch her again…
Unknown to Susan, unfortunately, Hassan had some very different plans for her future.
It was a good week later her mother spoke to her, the fridge and food cupboard was empty so her mother had phoned Mr Hassan and he understood their situation, he was very willing to help, and Susan could come to the shop and get whatever they needed.
The next day, very unwillingly after school Susan went to the corner shop and got two bags full of groceries. Hassan didn’t say anything, apart the she could take whatever she needed it was free. She couldn’t leave the shop quickly enough after filling the bags.
Soon, the food cupboard was empty again, but mum said it didn’t matter, the nice Mr. Hassan at the corner shop would let them have everything they needed.
She dreaded going there, she hated seeing that man. But next day, after school again she had to go to his shop to get the groceries they needed.
This time it was different, after filling the bags Hassen told her. Before She could take the groceries home, he first wanted payment.
She was petrified, she would never ever let him touch her again and she told him. If he ever touched her again, she would go straight to the police.
Hassan laughed as he held his phone out and showed her the photo he had of her.
She was absolutely horrified when she saw the photo.
It was a photo of her on the bed in his back room, he was on top of her between her opened legs, it was disgusting you could see that he was having sex with her.
Then he showed her another photo and another, you could see everything, and he even had a photo of her sitting on the bed taking money from him.
Her eyes filled with tears, as he continued telling her, he could give her the photos so she could show them to the police, he could also give them to some of the boys from her school that came in his shop. It was her decision.
She looked down at the floor, not knowing what to do, she was really petrified that someone might see those photos.
He continued telling her that she didn’t have to worry he wasn’t going to do anything to her, because he could only be satisfied when he had sex with a decent innocent clean young girl that was still pure and virginal, he’d taken her virginity, her innocence. He’d had what he he’d wanted from her, now that she been used, she was of no further interest to him.
Hassan came round the counter and grabbed her arm, he told her, she would have to go to the back room with him now, for about 20 minutes, he wouldn’t do anything to her, he just wanted to take some photos of her, that was all.
Then he pushed her in the direction of the back room.
She knew she didn’t really have a choice; it was either do as he said, or it would mean no food, which they really needed and then what he would do with the photos he had, which she couldn’t bear to think about. If it was only photos, then he wouldn’t have to touch her.
Hassan led her to the back room, she didn’t resist. But she was absolutely dreading going into that back room with him again.
As he opened the door and she saw the bed and it all came back to her again, what he’d done to her on that bed that she’d tried so hard to forget.
She knew what sort of photos he would want, but she would have to do it.
Once in the back room, Hassan told her to stand by the bed, then he got his phone out and started taking photos of her.
She heard the phone clicking as Hassan took about 3 or 4 photos
Then he told her to take her blazer and tie off, unbutton and open her shirt, pull it down off her shoulders, so he could get a nice photo of her tits.
She felt so terribly ashamed as she unbuttoned and opened her shirt. shy and embarrassed she exposed her breasts.
But this horrible man had seen her breasts before, and a lot more, he had taken her virginity, had sex with her, so what modesty could she possibly have left now.
Hassan photographed her, telling her what a good girl she was, he only wanted a few more photos and then she could go home.
Then he told her to leave her shirt open and pull her panties down to her ankles.
Then with her panties down she had to pull her skirt up and hold it up round her waist, so her private parts were exposed, while he took more photos.
Hassan liked the way how she stood there, ashamed and embarrassed keeping her nice white legs closed and knees pressed firmly together.
He laughed to himself, next week she would learn how to open and keep her pretty little legs wide apart so his customers could take there pleasure.
This little bitch was going to make him a lot of money.
Then he made her turnaround and hold the back of her skirt up so he could photograph her bottom.
After he finished taking the photos she was allowed to take all the food and go home.
Hassan was very pleased, the photos were good, she really was a very pretty girl with a nice body.
Later today he would send the photos out by email and telegram to his special friends, Hassan knew for sure that when they saw her photos, many of them would be keen to use her young body.
He wouldn’t charge too much this first time as he wanted the girl broken in properly. So, for only £50 each, they could use the bitch for 10 minutes, that should be plenty long enough to fuck and empty themselves in her. And £50 was a very fair price for a very pretty, young white schoolgirl, that had hardly been used.
After the bitch had been broken in, he would make her work for him, every day after school in the back room, once she got used to it, she should easily manage at least 7 to 10 men a day. That would be good money.
On her next visit to his shop he would tell her he just needed a few more photos, of her, but this time tied to the bed.
Once the bitch was tied securely to the bed, then the 5 or 6 men that would be waiting, could take it in turns to use her. That would teach the little bitch to know why she had a hole between her legs and what it was for.
It was about a week later, mum told her, on the way home from school to stop off at the corner shop to collect the shopping. she had phoned Mr Hassan and given him the list off what they needed.
Hassan, after talking to the girls mother had quickly arranged for 5 or 6 men to come to his shop. they were all older Asian men, friends off Hassan who had seen the photos of the young girl and they were all verry keen to come round and help break her in.