Chapter 7

Dilan continued and revealed the stories about sexual harassment from his friends whenever he was not around. Once, he had ploughed her with vodka, and let his friends in to have sex with her after he had finished. Rumours spread further.

Dilan had decided to avoid the hotel and go straight ‘home’ from school to Fiona’s foster house. Fiona herself, she revealed to Pembroke, had a drinking problem and was using the fostering money to pay off debts. She had no interest in the fact that Dilan had hardly been there. She only wanted a quiet house.

One night, Dilan was awoken by stones at her window, for the second time. It was Ibrahim. She had refused to speak with him when he came on to her. This time Ibrahim was more insistent. Eventually, Dilan opened her window.

“Fuck off, leave me alone. You’ll wake everyone up” She hissed down at him.

A minute later, there were more noises at the window. She went to it to close the curtains, but was shocked to see Ibrahim had climbed the drainpipe. He was right outside the window. Afraid he might fall off, she opened the window. “Help, this is gonna break, let me in.”

She let him climb in, thinking how he should get him out.

As soon as he was in, he sat on the bed. “Thanks for nothing...” He had alcohol on his breath.

“Be quiet ... look, you need to leave...”

“I can’t go back out there, the drainpipe will break”

“You can’t go down the stairs everyone will see you...” she whispered, she was frantic, and a little scared.

“Ill sleep here and leave in the morning with you, nobody will see ... honest”

You cant sleep here ... I ... I’m not some sort of slut...”

Pembroke interrupted her story. “What an outrageous young man, even I wouldn’t have tried that! I am so sorry those boys treated you like that. When I saw you at school I never thought of you as a slut, I would never have imagined you had to deal with this...”

Dilan had to double take to take in the absurdity of his consolations. She continued.

Ibrahim had got into the covers and started to take his clothes off. Dilan was in vest and knickers already. She tried to stop him undress and was grabbing his hands as he was about to take his boxers off, when the door swung open and Fiona marched in, turning the light on.

“What the hell is this!” she cried, looking at the half naked couple in the bed. “Fuck me, you’re fourteen and this is the shit you’re pulling. You (pointing at Ibrahim) she’s fourteen; get out of here now before I call the police!”

“Fuck you” shouted Ibrahim, and suddenly, a large black man appeared in the room, whom Dilan recognised as Fiona’s live in boyfriend. Fists flew, and Ibrahim was soon on the floor, dazed. The man stood over him. Fiona gasped “Fuck, you’ve killed him!” “Nah, he’ll be all right ... needs to get the fuck out though,”

“OK well I’m calling the police...” Fiona turned around, but the man stopped her “we don’t need the police, I’m still on probation, they find out about this and I could go back inside...”

“But this is breaking and entering...”

“Trust me, the police just looking for an excuse to lock me back up, I think I busted this guy up pretty bad...” The man leaned over Ibrahim, he picked him up and lifted him. “Take his clothes” he said to Fiona. Fiona and her boyfriend took him outside, and threw his clothes on the ground. Ibrahim was coming around, blood was oozing from his nose. “You stay away, you hear? Any more of this, it will be the police or I’ll fucking kill you!”

They slammed the door, Dilan looked out her window and saw Ibrahim limping while pulling his clothes on and making his way back to the main road. She heard footsteps coming up to her room. It was Fiona.

“Listen love, I don’t need that kind of thing here. I was told I would be looking after kids. I don’t know how old you are really, but I didn’t sign up for hosting a brothel. You can stay here tonight, but after tomorrow you can only stay here if I give express permission ok? Where’s your key...” Fiona stood while Dilan handed her the front door key. “OK from now on, I decide when you can stay. Which frankly, is not gonna be that often. Maybe you should just find yourself a stead boyfriend among that lot and try and settle down.”

Pembroke interrupted again, intrigued. “I am so sorry, I have to say I think Fiona is a disgrace. She was supposed to look after you and look at all what has happened to you. Frankly, even though I should be thanking her for the fact that she is the reason I have you, I am sorely tempted to make a anonymous complaint about her. It is outrageous; it really isn’t your fault Dilan.”

Dilan almost thanked him. She actually was angry. If she had been left completely to her own devices it would have been better but having he useless Fiona has her fosterer stopped her from approaching anyone else who could have looked after her. It struck Pembroke that just one social worker would have been able to look after her, and possibly put her on the straight and narrow and certainly out of his clutches. Dilan had not even behaved like a typical delinquent, she had gone to school, engaged with her work, been respectful, not over abused alcohol or drugs despite her horrendous crowd. She came across as a girl who should be in a middle class home learning the piano and wanting to be a doctor.

Pembroke again considered his luck. He had known his only possible type of victim, was a girl no one would care enough to protect or look for, and would have to be a drug addled chav. Yet he had a pleasant well behaved girl who would be much easier and bearable.

“Perhaps you would like some coffee” enquired Pembroke.

Dilan nodded. She asked to be allowed to put on a jumper and he acquiesced. He came back down with two plastic cups of coffee. She was now wrapped in a large jumper. Sleeves went over her hands and she hugged herself as if to stay warm, although it was obviously a self defensive position. After the previous sexual sessions, wearing such layered clothing made her feel normal again.

“So tell me about the others” he prodded.

Dilan continued her stories. Abdul had been very excited about persuading her to have sex with various older men. One such man was a doctor by the name of Ronald Kelper. She knew this because Abdul had, when chatting with him, somehow managed to trace his profile photo on telegram with reverse image search, to a LinkedIn profile with his name.

“I’ve given this guy a good deal for you ... we gotta rope him in...” he said to her, high as a kite, talking in bed.”

“Why?” asked Dilan? What’s a good deal anyway, thought they were paying a hundred quid?”

“Never mind, I handle finance remember,” he added, quickly changing the subject. “This guys a fucking surgeon, he’s got a wife and kids. He is one sick fuck though, the stuff he was on about online...”

“And you want me to...”

“Just this one more time...” he added “I almost got this other thing setup, we just need a bit more cash. But I’m thinking this could be something more ... Listen I’m thinking, he comes here, you fuck him ... And I film him...”

“What!!” she laughed, “where you gonna hide?”

“I’m not gonna be here you stupid bitch” he snarled... “I got these cameras, I’m gonna set them up, like we discussed, he comes in, he fucks you, naked everything, and then we blackmail him ... He’s got money ... if he can pay to fuck you he can pay for me to stay quiet...”

“I don’t wanna be a porn star...”

“You already are love...” he laughed and kissed her playfully...

“Abs that’s not funny, what you mean! Have you showed those pictures to anyone?”

“No, I swear, only the clients! And they self delete and they’re all illegal cos you’re so young, so don’t worry they’ll be off the internet...”

“They fucking better be ... If I find out you’ve been sharing em Ill fucking kill you ... fuck if they get around the school Ill die...” she shuddered... “Honest, they self delete? They can’t screen shot?”

“Nope its all hush hush, has to be, these guys, they don’t want your photos around for their wife and kids to see...”

Needles to say, naked photos and videos of Dilan had already made the rounds of all of Abdul’s friends, and were already being passed around her school. They were also all around the internet Abdul had published them in as many places as possible to drum up interest in her as a whore.

A few days later, Dilan got a text to come to the hotel room. Abdul asked her to try and find the hidden cameras. She couldn’t find them, and he revealed their hiding places, They were three of them.

“What you gonna do with this...?

“First, Im gonna send it to him, and if he doesn’t pay, Ill send it to his wife, and if he still doesn’t pay, I’ll send it to the police. His wife and the police, they aint gonna be interested in sharing it around the internet don’t worry, his wife will delete it and the police will keep it.”

“Isn’t this illegal...”

“Well yeah ... hopefully he pays up though ... anyway I’m not in the video haha, and you can say you didn’t know there were cameras...””

“I’d feel guilty, what if he is really nice.”

“He is a fucking pervert, look he wants to fuck babies and shit, he deserves all this...”

“Fuck off I’, not gonna meet him then”

“He’ll be normal with you ... Ill tell him any funny business with you I’ll kill him ... I’ll be downstairs. Listen, after this, this could be me being free of all that shit ... I could get my own proper flat and a car...”

Dilan agreed, and Abdul talked her through what to do, including trying to get the victim to say his name.

Pembroke interjected.

“Cheeky little minx ... I’m starting to feel less sorry for you...”

“Sorry sir, it wasn’t my idea...”

Pembroke chuckled, “well I hope it was worth it for you and him, go on...”

Dilan had come directly from school. She showered but went back to her school uniform, which appeared to be a major turn for every client.

The man entered, and handed Abdul the cash. Abdul counted, winked at Dilan, and told him : “OK, enjoy man, I will be downstairs...”

The room had been tidied to avoid tell tale signs of whose room it was. Ronald Kelper was as nervous as the rest of them. He was in his forties, very tall, and spoke with a Dutch accent. “How old are you and what is your name?” he asked. “I’m Dilan, and I’m fourteen.” He pressed her on her date of birth, what she was studying in school. He seemed suspicious she might be faking her age and actually be older.

Eventually, he sat down “I’m not sure we should do this. I am attracted to you ... but ... this is wrong. This is going to fuck you up for the rest of your life...” He stared into her eyes but did not touch her.

Dilan reassured him, his standoffishness made her automatically want to make him feel at ease. She was also conscious about the instructions from Abdul. He had hit her a few days earlier. If the video showed her failing to entrap him, she feared he would get angry at her.

“Why don’t I massage you ... you can take your clothes off.”

“OK, you can keep your uniform on...”

He stripped to his underwear, which was a jock strap and lay on his stomach. Dilan stroked him, unclear of what a massage was. He began talking about his daughters and how he found himself attracted to them. And how he thought if he visited girls like Dilan, it would save his daughters for his attentions. Dilan asked him to turn over.

He did so, and began asking her about her experience. She admitted she was not a virgin. He asked her about her experience with this line of work and then about her life as a refugee. He had a huge erection which went right up her skirt and touched her crotch through the fabric of both their underwear.

“You seem like you want to get naked,” asked Dilan helpfully. She had never been this forward with anyone. Dr Kelper’s openness and kindness to her helped, along with the fact that she was still fully clothed.

She took his erect penis out of his jockstrap, and began to stroke it. He moaned ... She began to take her top off...

“Stop! Listen, I’m really sorry ... but I cannot do this.” He gently put his hand on her shoulder, and she got off him. He got up, put his clothes back on, and turned to her.

“You need to get out of this. You need to get away from that man you are with who is making you do this. Im sorry I cannot help you, but look...” He pulled some money from his wallet. It was a thousand pounds. “Take this, don’t tell your pimp. Go see a social worker or tell anyone in your school, they will help you. They protect you. I will pretend we had sex and you were great ... but tomorrow morning ... swear to me you will tell someone. Get away from this guy and this life, you are not cut out for this...”

Dilan accepted the money in shock ... he had suddenly become the kindest person, and by far the kindest man, she had dealt with in months.

Abdul came up shortly afterwards, bouncing with excitement ... he quickly checked all the cameras, and got them together. “Great work babe ... he said you were great!” he grabbed her cheek and kissed her forehead.”

“What we doing tonight then?” She asked “We celebrating?”

“Nah sorry, I got places to be...” he responded... “but you did well, listen you cant stay here tonight, you all right to get to Fionas? Just in case she turns you away, text Walid, he fancies you”

“Fucks sake” responded Dilan. She gathered her things, and stormed out.

Pembroke interrupted her story. “Sounds like a nice man. I have to be honest, if I were a surgeon and not a teacher I would be handing over thousand pounds to a gorgeous young lady like you, except Id make sure I’d fuck you to high heaven for it!”

Dilan went quiet, waiting for him to permit her to continue.

“OK, what happened next, things aren’t looking good for this surgeon...”

A few days later, Abdul called Dilan up. He was furious. “I’ve just poke to Jacko. I sent him the cameras to splice up a video. He sent me some clips and says you never fucked him, said you weren’t even naked!”

Dilan was surprised, she expected Abdul to be a miffed that it hadn’t gone to plan. “Who the fuck is Jacko? Why does he have the videos??”

“He knows video editing ... I told him whats what, I gave him a bit of money for it ... promised him a bit of a cut if we make it big with the blackmail too. I now nothing about video editing. There’s three cameras and we need a good porn style video we can send to his wife or put online.”

“How do you know he’s not put it online already? You say you’re not sharing my photos and stuff, and every time we talk you let out that another random bastard has seen me naked.”

“It was necessary, look he knows to keep quiet. But anyway, that’s not the point. Why did he not fuck you? Oh, and he gave you a thousand quid you never mentioned that! You owe me and Jacko. Especially as you did fuck all work for it. He just felt sorry for you. You owe me six hundred, four for me, two for Jacko, don’t even tell me you’ve spent it.”

“No I haven’t ... sorry honest I was going to tell you but you kicked me out...”

“Yeah well ... Fuck maybe we can tempt him back ... anyway we’ll wait to see the video. Why don’t you come around tomorrow we’ll watch it together.”

The following day, Dilan arrived at Abdul’s hotel room. She was surprised to see a muscled asian man wearing a baseball cap and tight t shirt with combat pants sat in the corner.

“This is Jacko” explained Abdul.

“What’s up” asked Dilan meekly.

“We’re gonna watch the video again...” he said, “me and Jacko have already gone over it and made a few edits, just want your opinion too.”

“Why do you even need me then?” she asked incredulously. Jacko looked like a complete thug and ogled her like a piece of meat.

“Just sit down her on the floor in front of me” smiled Abdul.

Abdul and Jacko were both chugging beers as they began watching the video. Dilan cringed as she watched her performance. She noticed how much she waved her head around nervously when talking, she hated that she did this. She blanched at a close up of her skirt riding up her backside and exposing her knickers, as well as a close up of her face licking her lips. She held her hand over her eyes. “Keep watching” said Abdul.

The video continued, the audio clearly picking up Kelper’s pathetic protestations and regrets. Jacko had added subtitles even though one could clearly hear the incriminating words about her age and his own inclinations towards his daughters.

Periodically, during the video, there appeared further subtitles detailing Ronald Kelper’s name, his workplace, and screenshots of his LinkedIn profile and pictures of his family. A LinkedIn profile picture of his wife, Dr Sarah Kelper, also appeared. There were also screenshots of text conversations, in which there conversations about child sacrifice and sex with infants. There was one incriminating conversation regarding “little girls” with his telegram profile photo visible, with the camera zooming in on it. There was also a hidden camera recoding his conversation with Abdul following his meeting with Dilan. “Thanks mate, she was a great fuck, really enjoyed her” a smiling Kelper said, the camera showing him from below.

Dilan felt awful. She was embarrassed by the video and by Jacko seeing it, by the horrible intent towards Mr Kelper and his family, and by the knowledge that he had left her alone and tried to help her. Most of that had been cut from the video. A close up of Dilan playing with his erect penis was there however, showing his face in ecstasy. He seemed a complete predator in the video.

“What are you going to do?” she asked.

“I’ve recruited Jacko here for this” said Abdul. “We’re gonna go round his workplace with this, and let him know we have it. Let him stew a bit.

“How much will you ask for?”

Abdul and Jacko exchanged glances. “We’ll let him make the first offer. We won’t let him off cheap. This could be a steady earner. You did well babe ... even if you didn’t fuck him. Next time though, you won’t be so lucky, you gotta get them to fuck you...”

“There won’t be a next time” said Dilan quietly.

“We’ll see about that” sighed Abdul and came over and hugged her. “Sorry babe, you’re too good at this, you got to fuck this guy up without taking anything off. We have to do the dirty work now. And you know there is a lot of work up front with this. Not easy...”

Dilan felt sick. This man’s life was ruined. She felt awful for his family. “Promise me you’ll leave him alone after one payment.” “We’ll decide that” said Jacko, getting annoyed for some reason.

“Yeah babe, we gotta treat this like business ... but yeah we won’t fuck him over if he holds up his end. Tell you what, you fuck more guys like this, we can stop going after this guy”

Dilan hung her head. She just couldn’t get away from this.

“So babe,” Abdul clapped his hands together... “I’m gonna head over to Walid’s ... and Jacko you’re gonna be there later yeah?” he nodded to Jacko ... then looked at Dilan. “Thought you and Jacko should get to know each other, what with all three of us working on this together.”

“What do you mean” asked Dilan in a panic, looking at Jacko who resembled a hungry wolf.

“Look, Dilan, you were told to get naked and have sex in the video. I told Jacko he would see you naked and having sex. That was kinda priced into getting him to do the video. It’s not cheap that kind of thing, Jacko did us both a favour, I mean it’s a great video, cheers man!” He paused to send a thumbs up to Jacko.

He turned to Dilan. “So, as I say, he was promised that he would see you naked and ... well ... he hasn’t seen you naked yet, ... so... “ he breathed in... “why don’t you get naked now while I’m here. Make it less awkward, then you can hang out here with him when I’m gone.”

“Sounds like a plan” growled Jacko, coming to the bed in front of her.

Dilan felt sick, Jacko terrified her. “Come on babe, you had it easy, there’s no short cuts, I could have done what you did in that video, now get your kit off now!” barked Abdul. Dilan started to cry. “Sorry mate” he said to Jacko, then dragged her into the bathroom.

“If you think you are gonna humiliate me in front of my friend, and ruin this project, and make me look like I’m screwing him over.’. you’ve got another thing coming. Dilan, get them clothes off now!” He started pulling at her shirt. “All right all right” ... she sobbed... “let me do it...” Abdul watched as she took off her clothes while sobbing. He led her out.

“Cor, mate” said Jacko. You are one lucky fella. That Kelper dude is gonna kick himself he is paying all this money and never even gotta see what I’m seeing now...”

“OK, Dilan, why don’t you play around with Jacko ... sorry about the crying mate...”

“It’s all right, I don’t’ mind” laughed Jacko.

Abdul signed at her “If you’re gonna see more of these clients, you’re gonna have to smile. Treat Jacko here like a test drive... “ he suddenly laughed “see if you can get him to give you a thousand pounds” Jacko laughed. Dilan sat down, rigid. She waited for Abdul to leave, then remained motionless as Jacko began undressing in front of her. “That stupid fucking surgeon” he laughed ... you won’t catch me paying for pussy, and you won’t catch me turning it down neither ... all right you little bitch, get on that bed...”

Dilan recounted the story to Pembroke. He was enthralled as if he were hearing a thriller audiobook. “Interesting ... I must google this guy upstairs! What happened?”

“I don’t know...” said Dilan... “Abdul got a new car soon after though, and so did Jacko ... so I think it worked well for them...”

“I must google this Ronald Kelper...” repeated Pembroke. “Ingenious way to make money. So sorry for you my dear ... though I have to admit I am only hearing your side of the story! Perhaps you were not quite the innocent kind hearted temptress you said you were eh?” he chuckled.

“And that was a few weeks ago ... well I suppose you’ve only been in this country, what, five months?” He whistled “You’ve racked up a pretty big body count for such a young girl. You weren’t interested in the boys at school?”

“They seemed too immature” laughed Dilan, recognising her own regret. I couldn’t hang out with them. And the girls were horrible to me.

“They bullied you” said Pembroke.

“They are racist” sneered Dilan. “Every time I made friends, someone would spark a rumour about me or attack the person I was making friends with.”

“Who were the worst?”

“Lucy Gibbons was the ringleader. One time, they attacked me at lunchtime for no reason, they punched and kicked me, and took my skirt off me.”

“What?” said Pembroke...”they ripped your skirt off?”

“Yeah, I had to run through school in my knickers, to the toilets. Then they followed me in and held me down and...” she started to sob, then cry harder.

“I’m sorry...” said Pembroke. “I know this may not mean much now ... but you should have told someone about this, the bullying, the pimping, the abuse...”

Dilan retorted in disgust “Who? You? Or that teacher Mr Gallagher, he told me I shouldn’t even be in this country.”

“Now, now, be careful...” said Mr Pembroke. He did not want to have to discipline her again. However, he did not mind her openly bewailing that her position had been hopeless from the start.

“They took videos and photos of me and shared around the school...” she said continuing to sob. I was in my underwear. They were in the video, laughing at me and holding me down and they still shared it. Everyone saw the videos. They would play it at top volume in class or behind me in the corridors. They printed them out and put them on my locker.” She sniffed. “Bastards. I did nothing to them. I did nothing to anyone. They just picked on me. I don’t get left alone. Why does everyone hate me...” She turned to the side, and cupped her head in her hands and started to cry violently. It struck Pembroke that it was possibly the best form of therapy she could have.

It also meant he had found the perfect victim. Friendless, familyless, she carried an aura of victimhood around with her. It was as if she was like honey for predators. Normal decent people, saw her as invisible. She was pretty enough to be desired and meek enough for predators to feel comfortable abusing. In her short life, it was possible that she had suffered so much, that life as a sex slave prisoner with no contact with the outside world save for Pembroke, might actually prove to be feel like a blessing.

Even though moved by her tears, Pembroke had to resist the compulsion to ask her where he could find this video of her being molested stripped and humiliated. He also wanted to find the videos and pictures of her that had been shared by Abdul. For now, he thought he had better leave her be, and to deal with her grief alone.

“I’m sorry. It’s been a tough life for you Dilan. Maybe this change of pace might suit you” he soothed gently. She didn’t respond or acknowledge him. “I’m going to go upstairs for a few hours. I think you are owed some alone time. I am going to get you more books they will help you make sense of the world, and perhaps of your place in it.”

He got up, and took the food and empty cups away. He had intended to have restrained and tied up all the time, but was now letting her have free reign of the basement. He hoped he would not regret it. At present, his main fear was that she might do herself a mischief.

“I will see you later. Don’t worry, tomorrow is another day” he smiled, despite thinking as he say it would in no way cheer up anyone locked up in a sex dungeon. He made his way out and upstairs, locking up as he went.

That morning, nearly a hundred miles away, there was another interaction between a middle aged man and young girl, tinged with sexual tension.

Ronald Kelper’s eyes lingered dangerously long on his fifteen year old daughter, Elisa. Elisa was in her red Christmas jumper, Christmas reindeer hat, and green short shorts. The latter was technically underwear though she wore it around the house in view of its relative modesty. It covered the seat of her bottom but merely accentuated its growing curves. Kelper drank in the view, the thigh gap, the widening hips, the plump buttocks, as she was washing the dishes.

He was suddenly disturbed by the door opening. “Elisa, put some clothes on, what you doing walking around the house in your knickers!” Her mother, Annelise had walked in. Dutch, like her husband, she was a fitfty something mother of two teenage girls with Ronald. An affluent household, she still kept her svelte figure and was still an attractive woman. However, her sex life with Ronald had largely collapsed in the last few years despite a few blips of sudden interest from her husband. She had suspected he was having an affair, and once hired a private detective to follow him around, but had found nothing.

The truth was, the two females Ronald was most interested in were right in his own household and did not include his middle aged wife. Elisa and her fourteen year old sister, Anna, were growing into beautiful tall slim blondes like their mother. Ronald’s feelings had changed eighteen months earlier on a beach holiday. For a week in the south of France, the skimpy outfits of his daughters had blown his mind. His two little children had suddenly blossomed into beautiful young girls. Their tanned legs arms and smooth torsos proved irresistible to him. Their insistence on wearing nothing but bikini tops, and denim shorts at most and bikini pants a lot of the time, had awoken in him something he had never realised before.

Since then, he tried to hide it, but he could not stop lusting over his daughters. He began to sniff their panties after use, steal more glances than usual. Once, when Elisa fell asleep on the sofa wearing her school uniform, her skirt hitched right up and her knickers visible, he had began massaging himself and thought he would make himself cum, sitting right across from her in the living room. He got up and finished himself off in the bathroom, and on climax immediately felt a wave of revulsion at himself.

He began surfing the internet for content similar to his daughters. The surreptitious nature of it all fed his fantasies which became darker and darker.

“It’s so warm, mum, the heating is too high!”

“Just put on some pyjama bottoms, your arse is hanging out of those knickers”

“They’re shorts, mum”

“They’re knickers, young madam, come on you’re embarrassing your dad.”

Kelper felt like saying “Actually I’m quite enjoying the view!” But instead he pretended not to be listening. He prayed that his wife did not suspect anything. He could not see how he could control his attraction, surely he had given something away. Too many glances, him looking while she was watching, her finding his porn cache and not saying anything?

Elise walked out, and soon after was replaced by Anna, wearing slightly more modest shorts which resembled men’ boxers, and a thin vest top, showing off her growing cleavage. Ronald Kelper’s blood rate shot up. He felt like his smart watch readings would easily betray him if he was ever questioned.