Rare photo of Yua at 10 years of age

In the previous chapter, I said that the worst thing about our lives was being with stinky men. Well, I fibbed a little. The worst part was not being allowed to talk to the other girls. So I did the next best thing, I created an imaginary friend to keep me company. Her name was Betsy. She always has nice things to say to me, and she never cries.

Each night before we go to sleep, Betsy and I talk about our dreams and what we will do when we grow up. She has the best dreams. Betsy wants to marry a prince and live in a castle on a hill. I am a little more practical, I just want to meet and marry a nice man and raise a couple of kids. I would like to travel some. I would especially like to see the water. I have never seen an ocean or a sea. Maybe I will be lucky to see one of them before I die. Another thing I miss is seeing sunsets and sunrises.

Betsy has been everywhere and seen everything. She tries to describe the things I haven’t seen but it is difficult for her because I am stupid. I have never been to school, I barely know my letters and numbers. My real mommy was starting to teach me how to read when I was taken from her. All I know how to do is make men smile and be happy.

I don’t know why men like doing the things they do to me. All it does is hurt when they put their thing in me, or sometimes I feel nothing at all, but it never makes me happy or feel better.

The only real pleasure I get is when I talk to my friend Betsy. Occasionally, even after talking to her I still cry myself to sleep. Sometimes I dream that I will wake up and I will be with my real mommy and daddy, even though their faces are becoming very blurry to me. I am always disappointed because when I wake up, I am in the same nasty bunk bed surrounded by a bunch of poor girls.

Even though none of us talk to each other, we still try to smile at each other. This simple act of kindness helps a little to make us feel better. Nobody is ever mean to each other. I think this is the case because we are just too tired at the end of each day to be mean. Nobody seems to have any energy when they came back to their beds. There is no joy in any of us. Under ordinary circumstances having so many girls sleeping in the same room would be lots of fun. That was not the case here because having fun was just not allowed.

I still don’t know why they won’t let us talk to each other. Maybe when I get older, I will be able to figure it out. I have lost track of how old I am. I know when I was brought her I was six years old. However, it has been a long time now, so maybe I am seven or even eight now.

Every once in a while I would get some icky stuff come from between my legs. When I told Dinara, she would give me some pills for a couple of weeks and it would stop. During that time I could only use my mouth on the men. By the end of each day, my mouth would be so sore and tired that I could barely eat my food.

One day, Dinara came up to me and told me I was old enough to go and do parties. I asked her how old I was, but she refused to answer me. I asked her what these parties were like. She said that instead of being with seven or eight men throughout the whole day, I would be with that many in a much shorter time. I may actually have three on me at one time. It depended on what they wanted. Once the party was over, I would get the rest of the day off. I would be taken to a different location with either Kamal or Demir as my escort to make sure the men at the party didn’t get too rough with me. I was told that I might have to dance for the men.

I told Dinara that I didn’t know how to dance. She told me not to worry because she had pills for that. She further added, “since you and Define are such close friends, I’ll have her give you a few quick lessons.”

I did not deny her assertion and just said, “OK.” Frankly, I was not surprised that she knew we were friends. Nothing seemed to get by her.

When Define showed me what was expected of me, I said, “Is that all? I can do that.”

Define said, “Just move slowly with no sudden or quick motions. It’s kind of like how a snake moves.”

The day I had been dreading finally came. Dinara had me wear a scanty pair of panties and a lacy bra and a short tight dress with high-heeled shoes. Since the party was going to be in the evening, Barris was going to be my driver and chaperone.

When we got to where the party was being held, it was a big two story house. There was a lot of young men in the house. I don’t know how many because they kept on moving around and going in and out of rooms. They were all drinking, smoking joints, talking loudly and having a good time. There was loud music playing. There were several other women at the party. I was the youngest one there. So I guess I was there to take care of the men who liked young girls.

Eventually a couple of young men walked up to me and took my hands. They led me into a room with a big bed in it. I guess it was time to start working. The men told me to kneel before them. They both unzipped their pants and took out their things. They told me to perform oral sex on them. When they were done, they zipped up their pants and walked out laughing leaving me on my knees with white goo dripping down my face. I got up and found an adjoining bathroom and cleaned my face off and rinsed my mouth out with water.

By the time I was cleaned up, there were two more men waiting for me. this time they made me get on the bed. They took me from the front and the back. This went on for quite some time before they finally finished. They had both worn protection, so there was no mess for me to clean up. This was a good thing because as soon as they finished another man came in by himself this time. He told me to get off the bed and motioned for me to start dancing.

As I danced, he started caressing and kissing my body all over. When he was done doing that he made me get on the bed and he entered me in the traditional way. This went on for the next couple of hours, sometimes one man came in by himself and sometimes two came in together. There was very little time between them. They all wore protection, so at least I was safe from getting infected. As the night progressed, I lost tract of how many men came in to see me. Finally they stopped coming in and Baris came in to get me. Though Baris also wanted his turn before we left. So I had to give into him as well. When he was done, he told me to go in and take a shower in the bathroom and get cleaned up. After I was freshened up and dressed, he took my hand and led me out of the house.

When we finally got back “home” I went to bed and just crashed on my bunk. The next day, Dinara said that I had the morning off to rest up. I wouldn’t have to take any callers until the afternoon. So after eating my breakfast, I just went back to bed and slept until noon when my life as a sex slave would recommence.

Over the next several years, I went to several parties like my first one only they weren’t always with young pretty men. Several of them were with fat old men that usually had bad breath and smelled bad to boot. During this time someone stole my doll Amy. It was no big deal because I hadn’t thought of her for quite some time. She was my only possession at the time, so now my little trunk sat next to my bunk bed forlorn and empty.

Occasionally, whether it be due to the fact that we’re unable to perform our sexual duties or our Madame took pity on us, she gave us a day off. Of course, we’re not allowed to leave the building we lived in. Besides just lying in bed there was nothing to do. There was no television to watch or radio to listen to. The rule that we weren’t allowed to talk to each other was still in place. I will discuss this matter more in just a moment.

I would like to explain what I meant about being unable to perform our duties. If you will recall, our Madame had a rule about physical abuse or beatings. She did not allow the johns to hit us or to hurt us in a non-sexual way. It was OK to stick their thing in our butt, it was not OK for them to hit us with their fists or feet. Now there is a exception to this rule, there always seems to be. They could pay for the right to beat us. In this case, the price was double the usual rate. That is how little our physical well-being meant to our madame.

Let me tell you, these johns got their money’s worth. While they still couldn’t break our bones or bite us, they could bruise us all to hell and give us black eyes and busted lips. I don’t know why she allowed this because we usually could not work for a couple of days. It hardly seemed worth it. I think she allowed it because it served as a way to keep us in line.

Because we now had the knoweldge that it could always be worse hanging over our heads. Thankfully, this only happened to me twice during my career as a sex slave. Yes, I am finally old enough to come to realization that is what I now was. I was a low-priced sex slave. Because our days off were so boring or in some cases so painful, we usually preferred to work, at least the time went by quicker.

Another thing I would like to clarify and that is the reason we are not allowed to talk to each other. I believe that I finally have figured out the reason for it. When we are at full capacity, our little brothel can handle twenty girls. There are only four men that I have ever seen working here. Madame Dinara only works in the day time. She works every day so her days are shorter. The men work four twelve-hour days which means that they only have one day with two men working each shift. Those are the days that they have their parties.

The point I am making is that for large portions of our days and all of our nights there is only one person watching over us. If we were allowed to talk with each other we would come to the realization that it wouldn’t be that hard to overpower our one guards and escape, in theory, that is. Besides for economic reasons, the only other reason I can think of for keeping the number workers down to a mere skeleton crew, is that it may be hard to get reliable workers that can be trusted not to snitch if they are caught by the cops. I don’t think that this is a real problem though because I have seen cops come by the brothel on a regular basis and receive thick envelopes from Madame Dinara. So she is definitely paying the cops to look the other way. I think what it boils down to is that Madame Dinara is just plain greedy.

Unfortunately for us, all of the four men are very big and strong. They are also armed with knives, guns and small blackjacks or saps while we have nothing that we can use for weapons. When we eat our food we are only allowed to use sporks which are accounted for. Our plates and cups are all paper, so we couldn’t break a plate or glass to use as an impromptu weapon even if we were inclined to do so. We’re also not allowed to use any type of pins in our hair, only small scrunchies. So it seems that they have all the bases covered. One final thing that they do and that is to only give us two meals a day. I think besides just being cheap it is also to keep us slightly malnourished and weak, so that we are more compliant and easier to control. That is probably another reason that they don’t allow us to talk to each other, and that is to keep our morale low.

You may be asking yourselves when did I have time to think of all these things, well, what the hell else am I going to do? I can’t sleep twelve to fourteen hours a day. So I just lay in bed and think and talk to my imaginary friend, yes even though I am getting older I still find comfort in talking to her. I also am able to sneak a little conversation with my friend Define once in a while.

It turns out that she is from France…another place I will never visit. She was snatched at the age of nine. She believes that she is fifteen years old now. So she has been living here for six years. She speaks French fluently as that is her native language. Her command of English isn’t that great as she wasn’t able to take that many english classes in school due to her abbreviated education. She, however, has more knowledge than I have because she made it to the fourth grade. This means that she went to school for five more years than I did. She tries to occasionally teach me some. Thanks to her tutelage, I now know more words than before. I still however, can’t read. This is because we are not supplied with anything to read. The Madame doesn’t even leave magazines and newspapers lying around. I don’t know why she does this because most of us are not from Turkey, and don’t speak the native tongue. Some of us do speak Arabic or, at least, that is what Define says it is.

Define had a younger sister that she was very close to. Her mother was a seamstress that worked from home and her father was a taxi cab driver. They lived in a small two-bedroom apartment. Though she is not sure if that is still the case now. A lot can happen in six years.

I have lost track of how many times I have either gotten urinary tract infections or sexually transmitted diseases. Madame Dinara has a doctor come by once a month and check us out and to supply us with some broadband antibiotics. So while our overall health is somewhat poor, our working parts are fairly healthy. Of course, that is the important thing. The less downtime we have the more money that goes into her pockets.