The first time I saw the private school at which I had just secured my new position, I felt overawed by its imposing facade and location. It was an old German Schloss high up in the mountains south of Munich, and it's grey stonework contrasted dramatically with the white snow all around and the high peaks of the Alps which formed the backdrop. The taxi driver pulled up in the main courtyard and let me out, placing my suitcases on the snow-covered cobbles next to me. As he drove away, I struggled up the steps to the huge oak doors and rang the bell.
I had been delighted to see the advert for a ‘hausfrau’, or house mother as it would be called in England, and had immediately sent off my CV. The interview had been carried out using Skype, and I had been a little unnerved at sitting in front of my webcam whilst staring at a blank screen, as the other end hadn't engaged their camera, being interrogated by what sounded like a panel of many inquisitors, both male and female, to whom I was not formally introduced. The questions they asked were slightly unusual as well. Obviously, my CV contained all my relevant experience and qualifications, so there was no obligation on them to quiz me about these, but I was surprised that every question seemed to focus more on my private life - my friends and family, whether there would be any problem with me relocating to Germany for the next nine months - and they only seemed to have a passing interest in my level of spoken German. At the end of the interview, I certainly did not expect to get the job.
So it was a surprise to find myself walking through the imposing halls, the footsteps of the woman in front of me ringing out on the tiles the only sound. As it was still a few days before the pupils returned, I suppose I should not have been surprised that it was so quiet, but I felt unnerved by it, and by the stern expression of my guide when she had opened the door without a word of welcome or explanation. It was only when I saw the name of Frau Brenner on the door in front of me that I knew she was taking me to meet the headmistress.
“Welcome, Fraulein Harrison,” she said as she indicated a chair where I should sit. “As was made clear at your interview and in the documents we subsequently sent to you, your main duties here will revolve around meeting the needs of the pupils in your house, however, you will have other duties set out by other members of staff as and when you are required. You will be expected to wear the school uniform for the hausfrau at all times, and this will be issued to you tomorrow. You will now go to the school nurse for a full physical examination, then you will meet with the chair of governors, after which I will introduce you to the other members of staff. Is that all clear?”
I nodded in agreement, still feeling too intimidated to speak up. Frau Brenner was a tall, imposing woman, with a stern, unsmiling expression which did not encourage me to question her.
“You may leave your bags here, you will be shown to your quarters later,” she continued, “they are quite spartan, but you will have everything you need. As I informed you before, you will be expected to stay here during the academic year and the holiday periods, as there will be pupils and other members of staff here requiring your services. Now I shall show you the way to the nurse’s station.”
I felt more like a pupil than a member of staff as I trotted after her down the corridor, trying to keep up with her long stride.
“There,” she said, pointing to a closed door, “the nurse will guide you towards the chairman’s office when the examination is over. I will see you again later.” With that, she turned on her heel and left me. I must say, I was beginning to wonder what sort of caring environment was likely to have been created with the headmistress being such a cold and unsmiling character, but then I was in Germany, so maybe things worked differently here. I knocked on the door in front of me and went in.
I was surprised to see that the nurse was a man – a very well-built young man, well over six feet and with bulging muscles. Once again I felt completely nonplussed, although a male nurse is not that unusual. As he turned to me, I saw that he was as unsmiling as the other two people I’d seen here.
“Fraulein,” he said curtly, inclining his head slightly in acknowledgement, “put your clothes on the chair and then lie on the examination couch.”
“I beg your pardon?” I asked in astonishment. I could see no screen behind which I might undress, and anyway, I could not understand why I had to strip off in the first place! What kind of examination was to be carried out? Was this really necessary? The nurse looked down at the clipboard he was carrying, apparently checking some details.
“Fraulein Harrison?” he queried, looking up at me. I nodded. “Full physical examination. Clothes off, on the couch. Quickly please!” That was all he had to say, and he turned away to organise something on his desk. I could see nothing for it but to comply with this peremptory order.
Reluctantly, I took off my jacket, folding it and placing it on the chair. Turning my back on the seemingly disinterested nurse, I unbuttoned my blouse and added it to the jacket, then unzipped my skirt and slipped out of it, putting it on the pile. I took off my shoes and was left only in my bra and panties, which I most certainly didn’t want to remove in front of this man, who was now watching me with undisguised impatience. I sat down on the couch, determined to retain what little dignity I had left.
“Fraulein,” the nurse said in an exasperated tone, “I cannot examine you unless you remove all your clothes, and if I cannot examine you, I will have to report your lack of c-operation to Frau Brenner.” This was clearly meant as a threat, and it worked. The thought of angering the formidable headmistress was not a happy one, as I felt there was a distinct possibility that she was ruthless enough to just throw me out, and I couldn’t afford to lose this job. So, with a deep sense of unease and more than a little embarrassed, I reached behind me and unhooked my bra, before easing it off my breasts and tossing it over on to the chair. I shuffled my panties down off my bottom, pulled them down my thighs, over my knees and finally over my feet, dispatching them onto the small pile of clothes.
Finally naked, I pulled my legs up onto the couch and lay back until I was horizontal, feeling very exposed. The nurse loomed over me, his face still unsmiling, and I felt him touching my arm. I looked down and was alarmed to see him wrap a wide Velcro strap across my wrist, which firmly held my arm in place when I tried to pull it away. He reached across me and secured the other wrist in the same way, and I was suddenly helpless. Another Velcro strap went across my chest, holding me down, and I was left wondering what on earth he was going to do next.
“Place your legs in the stirrups please,” he ordered. As I looked down my body, I could see that he had swung special raised frames into position on either side of the bed to which I was now strapped, which were clearly designed to hold my legs up and apart. I had no opportunity to object, as he lifted my left leg and placed it into the device, holding it there with another strap around my ankle, quickly following by also restraining my right leg. I was now in the perfect position to receive a thorough gynaecological examination.
But he started by examining my hair, as if checking me for nits. Then he checked my ears, eyes, throat and teeth, making brief notes on his clipboard after each test. He listened to my heartbeat, used a pressure cuff to take my blood pressure, and even pricked my finger to take a little blood. I jumped when I felt his hands on my breasts, manipulating them, checking for lumps, possibly even feeling to see if I had implants. He used a pin on the soles of my feet, and then a hammer on my knees and elbows to check my reflexes. Then I saw the instrument he had picked up, and realised the embarrassment was really going to start here.
He had a speculum in his hand, an evil-looking stainless steel instrument of torture which I had seen before and which had given me an unpleasant experience in the hands of a trained gynaecologist, let alone some semi-trained orderly in a school! I tried to control my rising panic as I felt the cold metal being forced into my dry vagina without the benefit of lubrication, and I screwed my eyes shut as it slid deeper and deeper. Just when I felt that I was entirely filled and the tip of the instrument must be touching my cervix, he started to squeeze down on the handle, stretching me painfully wide open, and making me gasp in discomfort. I could feel my eyes watering, and I had to fight back the tears as this complete stranger stared up into my completely exposed pussy.
Thankfully, the monster was quickly closed and retracted, and I tried to recover my composure as the nurse made a note on his sheet. But then I was thrown into confusion once again as he reached down and parted my pussy lips, spreading them wide, before flicking and rubbing my clitoris. I am very sensitive down there, and this sudden manipulation took me completely by surprise, making me give out a small cry. But he didn’t stop, he kept rubbing, pressing and squeezing my most sensitive organ, until I couldn’t help but become aroused. I struggled in my bonds, trying somehow to get away from his probing fingers, but it was no use, my heart was thumping and my breath coming fast and shallow. The last thing in the world I wanted to do was cum in front of this man, but I realised that that was his objective, he was deliberately forcing me to an orgasm! I fought it as long as I could, but it was impossible to stave it off forever, and eventually I succumbed, crying out as my back arched and the waves of unsought-for pleasure ripped through my body. There were real tears on my face now as I watched him, still unsmiling, make his notes on my ‘performance’. But if I thought the torment was over, I was sadly mistaken.
“Please,” I moaned in fear as I saw him pick up a second speculum, thinner and sharper than the first, but he didn’t even look at me before inserting it. I let out a cry as it was pressed into my sphincter, opening it up and driving into my rectum. A second, more anguished cry followed, and was accompanied by fresh tears, as I felt my rear passage stretched wide, sending a sharp stab of pain through my body. He bent down to examine me, straightened up to write down his observations, and finally collapsed the invasive device and withdrew it. I felt a wave of relief as he released the straps holding me and I was able, with shaking legs, to sit up and twist around, hanging my legs off the edge of the couch. He handed me a plastic box and a small tubular container, making me look up at him in confusion.
“Stool and urine sample, please,” he said coldly, pointing to a side door. I realised that the anal exam had loosened my bowels and I rushed to the small toilet before I had an accident right there on the floor. I hurriedly pulled the lid off the box and looked for somewhere to put it down, but there was no toilet seat or surface where I could rest it, so I had to put it on the floor and squat over it. I was not a moment too soon, as my bowels rapidly evacuated, giving me no chance to control or limit the flow. When I had finished, I looked down with some disgust at the long turd I had laid, only part of which had fallen into the small box. I carefully picked up the container and put the lid back on, but more than half of my shit was still on the floor, and I looked around for some toilet paper, so I could pick it up and put it in the toilet. To my dismay, I found none, and there was nothing in the small, bare room I could use as a substitute. With distaste, I had no choice but to pick it up in my bare hands and deposit it before flushing it away. I washed my hands in the tiny sink, but then realised I had to use my wet hand to wipe my bottom and then wash it clean again. I shook the excess water off my hands, as there was no towel.
Obtaining a urine sample proved more difficult, as I perched on the toilet, trying to make myself go. When I finally managed it, it was a messy job to hold the small phial in the stream, and I was soon back at the sink, washing my hands and my thighs, wetting my pubic hair to remove the smell. I picked up my samples and went back into the main room, fervently hoping that this excruciating embarrassment was over.
The nurse was sitting at the desk, completing his paperwork, and didn’t look up when I placed the containers in front of him. With no further orders, I turned away to get dressed, but got another shock.
“Where are my clothes?” I asked in dismay, staring at the now empty chair.
“They will be returned to you later,” the man replied, not glancing up from the desk, “you will wear only the school uniform from now on.”
“But I don’t have my uniform!” I pointed out desperately, looking around in vain for any clothes. The nurse looked up and, for the first time, a thin smile came to his lips, though there was no softening in his eyes.
“That is not my problem, Fraulein,” he responded, “the chairman’s office is down the corridor to the right, third door down. Goodbye.” And with that he returned to his note-taking.
“But I can’t wander around the school naked!” I protested, but it was clear that our conversation was over, and he did not even acknowledge I had spoken. I stood there for a good five minutes, willing him to look up but, realising that I was not going to get a response, I eventually gave up and wandered over to the door. Unable to think of anything else to do, I opened it and went out into the corridor.
I wondered what I should do now. My immediate thought was to march back to Frau Brenner’s office and demand my clothes back. But I realised that she knew exactly what had happened to me – indeed, I was sure she had ordered it – and I also knew that, in an argument with her, I would lose and be browbeaten into accepting my situation – I felt thoroughly intimidated by the woman! Having acknowledged this rather humiliating fact, I decided my next best option was to protest my treatment to the chairman of the governors. It would be embarrassing to have to appear nude in front of him, but at least I would hardly have to explain my complaint. I found the correct door – the name ‘Herr Schmidt’ was stencilled on it – and knocked, before taking a deep breath, gathering my courage, and going in.
I was shocked to see that Frau Brenner was already there, and her presence immediately made me extremely nervous. Herr Schmidt was quite a short, rotund figure of a man, with a fat face and round, steel-rimmed spectacles. He was dressed in a sober suit and seated behind a large desk, while the headmistress stood to one side. They both stared at me, their eyes roaming over my naked body, making me even more nervous. But I decided I had to take the bull by the horns.
“I must protest most strongly at the treatment I have just received,” I started assertively, “I have been subjected to the most humiliating examination, which I am sure was wholly unnecessary, and my clothes have been stolen! I must insist that they are returned immediately, and that the orderly who withheld them is disciplined. I think an apology from you would also be in order.” I was breathing hard by the time I'd finished, but I felt good that I had got my point across forcefully and clearly. The two school officials continued to gaze steadily at me for a disconcertingly long time before Frau Brenner spoke.
“Fraulein Harrison,” she finally responded in an icy tone, “the examination you have just undergone is standard school policy, and is to establish that you are in good health before commencing your duties, so that any change in your condition can be identified and managed appropriately, something which is of advantage both to you and the school. The German education board also mandates that we carry out an AIDS test and regular drugs testing, to ensure that no member of staff is unsuitable for the education of our young citizens. Far from unnecessary, the examination was a clear condition of your employment here, a fact made plain in the paperwork we supplied to you prior to your arrival.” This well-rehearsed speech very definitely put me in my place, and for a moment, I felt unsure of my case.
“But what about my clothes?” I shot back defiantly, unwilling to abandon the moral high ground following this outrageous treatment.
“You will be furnished with the correct school uniform, young lady,” Herr Schmidt responded with a slight smile on his face, “until such time as it is available, no-one will object to you appearing as you are now.”
“That is hardly the point,” I countered angrily, “I do not intend to parade through the school naked!”
“You will do as you are told!” The chairman said loudly, the smile disappearing from his face. “Now, come and stand in front of my desk… Closer!” Cowed by his stern, commanding tone, I shuffled forward until the edge of the desk was pressing against my thighs. He stood up and came around the desk, standing close behind me. Meanwhile, Frau Brenner moved in front of me.
“Now that we have established your general health,” the chairman said, “we need to check that you are in good condition to perform your… special duties.”
He lifted his hand and brushed the hair away from my eyes, which seemed very creepy and caused me to recoil slightly. Suddenly, I felt his pudgy fingers grab the hair at the nape of my neck and thrust me forward, forcing me down onto the desk. Moments later, the headmistress had grabbed my wrists and held my arms down against the leather surface. As I looked up desperately into her eyes, I saw an evil smile and a glint in her steel grey eyes which had not been there before. Meanwhile, the chairman’s hand had moved to the middle of my back, and was holding my body tight against the desk so that, struggle as I might, I could not get up. To my horror, I felt him force his body between my thighs, spreading them wide. With his free hand, he unfastened his trousers and pulled them down, allowing a stiff and lengthy erection to poke out through his boxer shorts. I tried desperately to pull myself free, but they were too strong for me. I screamed and cried out for help, but Frau Brenner managed to hold both my wrists in one hand so that she could use the other to grab me by the hair and pull my head up so that I was staring into her eyes.
“Scream all you like, Fraulein, no one is going to help you here,” she hissed, and I got the distinct impression that she was enjoying this. It didn't stop me screaming, but I knew now that it was futile, and tears of shame ran down my cheeks. I felt the man's fingers pulling my lips apart and then, without any other preliminaries, he thrust his rampant erection deep inside me. Now I was screaming in pain as he raped me violently and without mercy. There was no pleasure in this assault for me, it was just awful. I tried to block the feelings out of my mind, to blank out the entire experience even as I was suffering it. At some point, I don't know how long it took, I heard him cry out and felt him spurt inside me, filling me with his filthy seed. They released me from their grip, but I just lay on the desk, sobbing in pain and despair. I couldn't believe that my ‘dream job’ had so quickly turned into a complete nightmare.
“I think she will fit in here very well,” Herr Schmidt said, “she has a nice, tight cunt, and is at least pleasant to look at.” With this final insult ringing in my ears, I felt Frau Brenner's hands on my arms pulling me up off the table and hustling me out of the door.
“It is time for you to meet the rest of the staff,” she said as she dragged me down the corridor. I tried to break free from her, but her grip on my upper arm was like steel.
“Let me go!” I cried. “You cannot keep me here, that's false imprisonment! You've already assaulted me and had me raped! If you don't let me go, I'll go to the police, and they'll lock you up!” She stopped and turned to me, grasping both my arms at the same time.
“You're free to leave whenever you wish,” she spat at me, “the door isn’t locked. If you do not wish to honour your contract, then you should be aware that the school will sue you for breach of that contract.” I knew that the threat of legal action, and the possibility of financial penalties, was not an idle one. But I couldn't stay here after what they had just done to me.
“I wish to leave right now,” I sobbed, unable to control myself in the way I would have wished, ”please give me my clothes and order me a taxi.”
“Your belongings, including your clothes, will be sent on to you,” she said icily, “there will be no taxi, you can walk down to the local town.”
“But I'll freeze to death if I go out there like this!” I cried.
“That is your choice, Fraulein,” she smiled. She resumed walking down the corridor, dragging me along behind her.
“Now, we will meet the rest of the staff.” Still crying, I had no choice but to follow her. She opened a door and pulled me inside, closing it behind us. I was mortified to see, sitting around on a range of sofas and in comfortable chairs, a group of about ten men, ranging in age from early twenties to late fifties. The conversation, which had been lively and animated as we entered, came to an abrupt halt as they all turned to look at me, standing naked in front of them. Frau Brenner pushed me into the centre of the room.
“Gentlemen, let me introduce our latest hausfrau, Fraulein Jennifer.” I went a deep shade of red as I felt their eyes on my body, assessing and judging me. The headmistress pushed me forward once again.
“Our chair of governors has tested her capabilities and reports that she is, as he put it, a fine fuck.”
There was general laughter at this remark, and my hands flew to my face in horror at their cold insensitivity, the tears springing fresh from my eyes. One of the teachers reached forward and grabbed my arm, pulling me towards him and forcing me down onto his lap. I tried to slap his hands away as he groped my breasts and then stuck his fingers between my thighs, forcing them up inside me. When he pulled them out, they were smeared with Herr Schmidt’s semen and, without hesitation, he stuck them into my mouth and peremptorily ordered me to lick them clean. When I pulled away and fought to free myself, he merely wiped them in my hair instead, laughing as I fell onto the floor. I looked up into a sea of unfriendly faces, seeing a mixture of lust, contempt and mirth.
“Come, Fraulein,” Frau Brenner ordered, “I will show you to your quarters now.” As we left the room, I heard various catcalls made in my direction, followed by raucous laughter.
We proceeded to a far-flung part of the castle and made our way up to the third floor. The headmistress opened a large set of double doors and led me into a large dormitory, where I counted twenty beds lined up along either side of the room.
“This will be where your pupils will be sleeping. You will be responsible for keeping it clean, tidy and all the beds made. Your bed is at the end, behind that curtain. You will be awoken tomorrow morning by the school bell, when you will commence your duties, ensuring this dormitory is ready for the arrival of your students in the afternoon. Goodnight, Fraulein.”
“Wait!” I cried. “Surely I at least get a meal before retiring for the night?”
“You eat when your students eat. They do not arrive until tomorrow, so you will eat then.” Frau Brenner closed the door behind her as she left, and I heard the key turn in the lock.
I was alone and imprisoned in this room, in this castle, in this country. I felt the tears welling up again and sank to my knees, my body racked by sobs. I could not believe that I had been so badly misled, tricked into this terrible servitude, with little hope of rescue or escape. As I dragged myself down the length of the room towards my bed, I wondered what horrors the new day would bring.