This story involves bondage, sex, and the extreme humiliation of the principle female character. If this is not to your taste, please do not read any further! If you do read this story, please leave a comment to let me know if you liked it or loathed it
I was woken the next morning with a jolt by the alarm bell ringing shrilly above my bed. I had not slept well - the combination of a small iron-framed single bed, a thin mattress covered with a rubber sheet, and rough, scratchy blankets made sure of that. I needed a hot shower and a strong black coffee, but I was pretty sure I wasn't going to get them. I tumbled out of bed and pulled back the curtain separating me from the rest of the room. I didn't know what time it was, but I could see from the darkness outside that it was still before dawn. I staggered along the dormitory, but found the door to the outside world still locked. My stomach rumbled, reminding me that I hadn't eaten in the last 18 hours, but it was clear I wasn't going to eat any time soon either. I looked around and realised I would have to start cleaning the dormitory, and I went to a large cupboard to see what cleaning equipment I had been left with.
Taped to the inside of the cupboard door, I found a list of instructions for the work I was expected to carry out each day, and the cupboard held all the equipment required. So I started with sweeping the floor, followed by dusting all the surfaces I could find, and cleaning all the windows I could reach. There was fresh linen to be put on all the beds, but before I did that, apparently, I had to iron all the sheets, pillowcases and duvet covers! These students are really being pampered, I thought - the idea of having freshly ironed sheets every day had always been a little fantasy of mine, when I won the lottery and could afford a maid to do it for me. It appeared that I was to be that maid from now on!
It was quite cold in the room, and I assumed that the heating had been switched off until the students returned, but the physical exertion soon warmed me up. It took me at least three hours to complete my tasks, and I had only just finished when I heard the door being unlocked and opened. A woman entered the room, a short, well-built woman probably 10 years older than me, dressed in what looked like a prison guard uniform, which was probably very appropriate, given the way she subsequently treated me. I also noticed that she was carrying a riding crop, which made me very nervous.
“Inspection!” she barked at me. “Stand to attention, Fräulein!” I straightened up and watched as she walked down the room, running her gloved finger over all the surfaces, checking to see that I had done a good job. She then checked the beds, but seemed to find a problem with how I had tucked in the bottom sheets and, with an angry expression, she threw the bedding off each one.
“This is not acceptable!” she shouted. “Bend over!” I was afraid now, realising that she intended to punish me for some perceived failing. I backed away from her, shaking my head, but she continued staring implacably at me, tapping the crop against her leg menacingly. I had no choice, and bent over, presenting my bottom invitingly to her.
“Hold your ankles!” As I reached down, I knew that I was now presenting a perfect target, and I whimpered pathetically as I feared what was to come. I felt her place her hand on my back, and I saw her position her feet, ready to deliver the first blow. But knowing what was to come did not make it any easier to bear when it arrived. She brought the crop down across my buttocks with great force, and I squealed as I felt a line of fire streak across my flesh. The blow was repeated half a dozen times, and by the end I was crying profusely, tears dripping onto the floor in front of me. When she moved away, I straightened up, rubbing my aching backside tenderly and wiping away my tears.
“Do it again! Hospital corners!” She watched over me as I remade all the beds to her satisfaction. Once that was done, she ordered me to follow her, and I trotted along behind her as she led me back through the castle to Frau Brenner's office.
I was surprised to find that there were three other naked young women in the office when I got there, all of them looking as scared and confused as I felt. I could also see that they were all gorgeous, far better looking than me! We lined up against the wall, and the headmistress came out from behind her desk to address us.
“I would like to formally welcome you to the school,” she said, a thin smile on her face, “as I'm sure you have guessed, you are all hausfraus for this year. We have Jennifer from England, Juanita from Argentina, Ingrid from Sweden, and Petra from Romania. Whatever you may think of your current situation here, you are being well paid for your services, well above what you could expect to be paid in any other school such as this. For that reward, you are expected to perform your duties to the highest standards.
“This school takes students from the age of 12 to 18. However, you will not be seeing, or be seen by, the children - your supervisor, who brought you here this morning, will teach you how to get between the parts of the castle where you are allowed without being seen by the younger pupils. The students who you will be serving are in their last year with us, they are young men, virile young men. They are also the scions of some of the wealthiest parents in the world - we have the sons of wealthy European businessmen, members of the Chinese government, princes from the Saudi royal families, as well as men who earn their fortunes through more dubious activities. They pay for this school and for your wages, and you will be expected to satisfy whatever needs these young men may have - whatever they ask.”
I looked along the line and saw that the other three women were as shocked and outraged as I was, but also that we were all too frightened to contest the fact that we were, effectively, being pimped out to a group of young, spoilt rich kids. Having seen our reaction, and our mute acceptance of our situation, Frau Brenner smiled a little wider and continued.
“Meals will be served in the senior refectory, breakfast, lunch and dinner, and you will waitress for your students at each meal. You will spend the morning ensuring your dormitories and the other common spaces are clean, and in the afternoons you may be required by other members of staff, either in lessons to the senior students, or for other… more personal services. After dinner, you will be at the disposal of your students, providing whatever help and entertainment they require. You will now be issued with your uniforms.”
The ‘clothes’ we were given to wear merely confirmed our status as sexual playthings. We were given a garment, which appeared to be little more than a wide leather belt around the waist, with two scraps of material hanging down, one in front and one behind, with a third which could be pulled over the head as a halter neck top. The material was white latex, and as I looked down my body, I saw that the school crest was printed on the material over my left breast, with the word ‘hausfrau’ followed by a number, 1 to 4, printed on the front across the stomach. I also noticed as I looked down that my nipples were poking through the thin material, which was very embarrassing. The ‘skirt’ was barely long enough to cover my pussy at the front or my cheeks at the back, and the gap at the side meant that there was an awful lot of thigh on display. As I looked at the others, it was clear that we were all very uncomfortable with how we were dressed, but no-one said a word.
Frau Brenner then stepped forward with leather cuffs, which she placed around my wrists and ankles. As she closed them, there was a soft click, and when I examined them a moment later, I could see no join and no way for me to remove them - it appeared that they would require some kind of special tool if they were to be taken off. Each cuff had four D rings, providing perfect anchor points for ropes or other restraints. There was a leather collar, fastened around the neck with a similar locking mechanism, and with the same arrangement of attachment points. There were also shoes - white stilettos with 6 inch heels and straps which wrapped around the ankle and could be locked in place, although they weren't at this time.
“These are your pagers,” the headmistress explained as she clipped a small box on my belt, “this will wake you in the morning and will deliver messages giving you specific orders for the day. You will keep them with you at all times, otherwise you will be punished. If you disobey a student or member of staff, or refuse to carry out their orders, you will be punished. If you do not provide full satisfaction when carrying out your duties, you will be punished. If I receive a complaint from the students or staff, regardless of whether you feel it is genuine or malicious, you will be punished. Do I make myself clear?” We each nodded forlornly, realising that resistance was futile. I saw tears running down Petra's face, and felt them brimming in my own eyes as well.
“Very well. The students will be arriving back during the afternoon. You will greet them at the senior students entrance and take their luggage to the dormitory. Frau Dieter will take you there now.”
The four of us trooped along behind the woman who had inspected my work and punished me earlier. She advised us to watch carefully where we went, so that we could quickly learn our way around the castle. She took us back to each of the dormitories first, so that we would know our way back and forth. The four dormitories were identical, each housing 20 students, and all located in a secluded wing of the castle. From there, we were taken downstairs to the senior refectory where we would be serving meals, and then to the staffroom. We were taken inside and paraded before the staff gathered there, all male. There were many crude comments and I felt several hands reach up underneath my brief skirt and feel me up as we walked around the room. I could feel my face burning with embarrassment, but I was too scared to slap their hands away – I had already been punished once today, and did not want to be beaten again!
The tour continued, pointing out the infirmary where I had first been assaulted, the chairman's office, and back to Frau Brenner's office. Our orientation complete, we were then taken to the senior students entrance to await our new charges. We stood around in an awkward silence, heads down, all caught up in our own thoughts. But as the time dragged on, I had to say something.
“Hi, I’m Jenny,” I said quietly, “I’m English. I thought I was coming to work in a legitimate, high quality school, not some kind of brothel!” My words seemed to break the ice, and haltingly, nervously, they each introduced themselves. It seemed we all had a similar tale of woe, of being enticed here with false promises, being deceived, and then being assaulted and raped on arrival.
There was an unspoken question hanging in the air – how were we going to escape? I think the reason it wasn’t raised was that, like me, none of them had any idea what to do, it all seemed so hopeless. After a while, we fell silent again, once more contemplating the terrible circumstances in which we found ourselves.
At last, we heard the sound of a vehicle drawing up outside, followed by the sound of young voices, laughing and chatting as they approached. The door in front of us opened and two strapping young man in jeans and jackets came in.
“Ah, ladies,” the taller of the two said, “now, which one of you is going to be honoured to be looking after me?” He looked down at a piece of paper he was holding and then looked up.
“Dorm 4,” he said, looking over at Ingrid, “excellent! I get the tall blonde, my favourite kind of slut. Get my bags from outside, slut.” Ingrid, her head bowed and her fair cheeks red with embarrassment, scuttled out through the door, while the other student checked his own sheet.
“I'm in dorm 2,” he said, “so it looks like I get to play with you.” As he said this he was looking at Petra, and she quickly followed Ingrid out into the courtyard. The two students walked off towards their respective dorms, leaving Juanita and myself alone.
A steady stream of new arrivals soon had all four of us busy fetching and carrying bags into the castle and up to the dormitories. I was the last to be employed, and my first ‘customer’ was a surprisingly small Chinese boy who looked about 13, although obviously he wasn't. He checked his slip and identified me as his hausfrau, poking a finger at me and hooking his thumb to indicate that I should go out for his luggage.
By this time, there was a pile of bags waiting to be brought in, but I identified the bag which I required by the sticker on the side declaring it to be bound for dorm 3. Except that it wasn't just a bag, it was a trunk, and when I went to lift it, it felt like it was full of bricks, it was so heavy. By the time I had lugged it inside and manhandled it up two flights of stairs, I was sweating heavily, my fingers were aching, and my back was crying out for relief. I managed to push it along the polished floorboards and into the dorm, where I found the Chinese boy relaxing on one of the beds. With considerable effort, I dragged it over to the locker beside him and went to return to the senior students staircase.
“You!” he barked, and I turned back to face him. “Show me your cunt!” My face, already red from my earlier exertions, now flushed an even deeper shade in embarrassment at being addressed in this humiliating way. I wanted to tell this little upstart to go to hell, but I resisted the temptation, remembering the very real threat of punishment and, feeling a little sick, lifted my skirt and displayed myself to him. He reached out and casually poked his fingers inside me, using his thumb to part my pussy lips and press on my clitoris. I closed my eyes and parted my lips, feeling my breath becoming shallow in reaction to the rough stimulation he was providing. I stood there, holding my skirt up, as he frigged me until I was panting in heat. But then, just as suddenly as he had started, he withdrew his hand and waved me away dismissively. Now feeling even more humiliated at having responded to his touch, I staggered out of the dormitory and went back downstairs, tears of shame on my cheeks.
It took the rest of the afternoon to get all 20 of my students installed in the dormitory, and I was faint from hunger and thirst by the end of it. I went behind the curtain at the end of the room and lay down on my bed, exhausted.
“Hey, cunt!” I heard someone shout, and wearily dragged myself back to my aching feet, hardly registering the insulting way I was being summoned. I pulled back the curtain and looked around to see who had called out.
“Over here, slut!” This came from a ‘boy’ with a strong Slavic accent who was built like a shot putter, over 6 foot tall and with big muscled arms. I had already decided that he was probably the son of some Russian gangster, and seemed to have inherited a very nasty, evil sneer. I went over to where he was sitting on his bed with several of the other students around him.
“I hear you have a hairy cunt,” he said, causing those around him to either laugh or pretend that they were disgusted by the thought. “Take off your dress and lie down, so that we can fix that for you.” Reluctantly, I shed the garment which I had only recently obtained, feeling horribly humiliated to be naked in front of these teenage boys.
“Looks like she's been in trouble already!” one of the boys said, and I felt a sharp slap across my still tender buttocks, accompanied by more laughter. Trying to ignore the fact that all of them had now gathered around the bed and were staring at my naked body, I lay down and waited to see what would happen next. I felt my arms and legs being grabbed and pull in opposite directions, stretching me out tight, holding me down as I struggled against them.
“Jamie,” the Russian boy said, “pass me that razor and foam her up.” I watched in mounting horror as he started to brandish a barber's cutthroat razor above me, while the other boy squirted shaving foam onto my pubic hair.
“I’d stop struggling if I were you, slut,” he smiled, “you don't want me to make a mistake down there and nick you, do you?” I became as still as I could as the razor's edge approached my skin, even trying not to breathe. I had never used any kind of razor down there, and it felt very strange as the blade scraped away against me, removing the foam and pubic hair together. He seemed to take a lot of care as he scraped at the edges of my labia, ensuring that every last remnant of hair had been removed.
“There,” he exclaimed, slapping me hard on my newly bare Venus mound, “that looks so much better. You look like a proper slut now!” There was more laughter at this, and I resumed my struggles against those holding me down, wanting to get away from them, or at least cover my shame. At that moment, the bell rang to announce that it was time for dinner. Now they let me go, and I ran out of the room, both in shame at being treated so badly, but also because I needed to get down to the refectory, ready to serve them when they arrived. I managed to grab my ‘dress’ as I left, and hurriedly put it on as I went down the stairs.
Juanita, Ingrid and Petra were already in the dining hall when I got there, and were serving their students, who were chatting, laughing and throwing food around, as boisterous schoolkids will do. However, unlike schoolkids, they were also groping their waitresses at every opportunity, hands shooting up under passing skirts or groping boobs as the women stretched across to place the food on the table. It looked like a scene from some Greek bacchanalian feast, I could see that the other three were not enjoying it, and I was not looking forward to getting involved myself.
But I had no choice, as my students appeared and took their seats. I began ferrying out food, and pretty quickly felt my arse being pinched and my breasts groped. I tried to not let it upset me, to just get on with the job and ignore the lewd comments, as well as the physical contact, but it was really difficult, and my face burned red, with tears brimming in my eyes. But worse was to come.
I had just delivered the main course to the Russian boy, who I'd heard the others call Sergei, when he grabbed my arm and pulled me roughly towards him. He dragged me down until I was kneeling beside him, then he forced me to crawl under the table, and I found myself kneeling between his thighs as he unfastened his trousers. I tried to crawl backwards, away from him, but he grabbed me by the hair, holding me in place until he had got his erect member out. I continued to try and fight him, but he was too strong. He pulled me forward onto his shaft, forcing it into my mouth, and making me swallow it. He moved my head backwards and forwards, bringing the tip of his cock to the back of my throat until I was gagging and struggling for breath. I was making the most awful choking sounds, and felt that I would be sick at any moment, but he kept on pushing until the head was actually in my throat, blocking my airway. Tears were now streaming down my face and my head was pounding, making me feel like it would explode, as everything started to go black in front of my eyes. Just as I thought I must pass out, he pulled my head back and squirted his cum into me, filling my mouth to overflowing. I coughed and spluttered, not wanting to swallow the salty ejaculate, but there was nowhere else for it to go.
As I emerged from under the table, crying and shaking, semen dribbling from my lips, the table erupted in applause and cheering at my obvious discomfort, and I heard them congratulating Sergei on his consummate humiliation of me. The rest of the meal passed in a kind of daze, and I was grateful when it finally came to an end and the students returned to the dormitory. Frau Dieter made us spend nearly an hour washing up, after which we would be allowed to eat.
However, when it came to it, we were only allowed to eat the leftovers we had scraped off the plates into a bucket, and then only using our bare hands! This seemed unnecessarily demeaning, as I'm sure there was food available which had been cooked but not served, but I got the distinct impression that demeaning us was all part of the plan. It also seemed to amuse our supervisor immensely, who turned out to be quite the sadist - she had used the flimsiest of excuses to justify striking each of us on several occasions with her riding crop. However, when faced with a plastic bucket filled with the cold, congealed remains of the meal, we were all too hungry to turn it down, and we ate like animals, scraping our fingers around the bottom of the bucket to get the last of the food. We were briefly allowed to wash ourselves in the sink before being dispatched back to our respective dormitories.
Sergei was obviously the alpha male leader in our dormitory, but the others were no shrinking violets either. As soon as I appeared in the room, I was the centre of attention and I was ordered to remove my dress and stand in the middle of the room in front of them all.
“How about a little after-dinner entertainment, slut?” one of them, a German called Hans, said. “Let's see your sexy dancing!” Reluctantly, I began to gyrate my hips and wave my arms about in a rather half-hearted attempt to imitate a belly dancer I'd once seen, but I'm sure I was pretty awful at it. Not that they seem to care - there was much whooping and hollering as bottles of wine and beer appeared out of lockers, and they began to enjoy the party. After a few minutes, one of them handed me an empty wine bottle.
“Stick it in your cunt and fuck it!” Hans called out, to the general amusement of the room. I couldn't believe how cruel they were, and I felt tears on my blushing cheeks, ashamed and angry that I could be forced to perform such degrading acts by a bunch of spoilt teenagers but knowing the consequences of refusal, I spread my legs and slowly forced the neck of the bottle into me. They cheered, laughed, and encouraged me to push it in as far as it would go, until the whole neck was inside me and shoulders of the bottle were squeezed between my thighs. Another boy came up to me and this time handed me a beer bottle, telling me that this one had to go into my arse! They laughed at the pained expression on my face as I worked this smaller bottle into my much tighter hole, seeming to feed off the tears of pain now running down my face. Finally, I stood before them, legs akimbo, uncomfortably filled and looking like some cheap hooker in a Thai sex show.
“Now make yourself cum for us!” Sergei shouted, getting affirmative cheers from the other students. I shook my head, begging them with my eyes to spare me this latest indignity, but it was ridiculous to expect any sympathy for mercy from these heartless bastards! Closing my eyes in despair, I began to move the wine bottle in and out of my pussy, slowly at first, painfully feeling the ridges on the hard glass rub against the inner surfaces of my vagina, but then speeding up a little as I became slicker inside. Wishing to end this humiliation as quickly as I could, I swallowed my pride and slid my finger between my shaved lips to rub my already swollen clitoris. I knew they were enjoying the floor show, but I was now in a world of my own, unable to stop myself even if they ordered me to. I threw my head back with abandon, eyes closed and mouths gaping, as my fingers worked to bring me to the point of climax. I let out a scream as the orgasm hit, overwhelming me with its power, making me sink to my knees and fall forward onto all fours before my enraptured audience.
“Let's fuck her now!” I heard somebody cry, but then I heard Sergei speak up.
“There's too many of us who all want to fuck her right now,” he said, and for a moment I thought that he might be showing some concern for me. I should have known better!
“Let's play a little game with her instead,” he continued. I was lifted up off the floor and dragged down towards the end of the room. Thankfully, the bottles were pulled from my body, which was a great relief, but I was dumped on my back on my bed, and felt my arms and legs being stretched out above and below me. There were a series of clicks and I looked around to find that the cuffs on my wrists and ankles had been attached to conveniently placed clips at the four corners of the bed, leaving me spread-eagled, surrounded by leering faces staring down at me.
“Okay, tools out,” Sergei ordered, “first one to cum on her wins. Extra points for a face shot or jizz on her tits.” Suddenly, there were 20 young men around me, all masturbating, all aiming for the perfect money shot. I pulled frantically at the clips holding me to the bed frame and tried to unhook them with my fingers, but they had been well-positioned so that I couldn't reach them, and would need someone else to free me. I looked up to see that Sergei's friend Jamie was the winner, as his seed splashed down across my chest. The others quickly followed, covering me in their milky white fluid from head to thigh. When they had all finished spraying me, they shuffled away to celebrate and recuperate.
It seems that, at least for now, they were satisfied, and they quietened down, eventually getting into their beds and going to sleep. I was left, still chained and covered in cum, to sleep as best I could, wondering what fresh tortures the new day would bring.