[insert your favorite nazi Schreibtischtäter here]

He was looking for a new secretary for his private office and she had just finished the typing course. It was perfect timing. She had put on her best clothing for the interview. She shortest skirt she owned, a beautiful new pair of tights with a dotted seam in the back and the shoes with the thin heel that made her feet look so dainty. The tapping of his nailed boots on the dark office floor was not unlike the sound of her own heels. He circled her, his face always in profile. She didn’t like Nordic types, because she thought they looked cold and distant, but she decided to like this man. She had heard a lot about men like him marrying their secretaries. There was want in his eyes but to say he was undressing her with them would imply he cared to see her. When he bent her over his desk he only lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties. He ripped her tights in the process. She made a mental note to buy a nicer pair from her first pay check. The expensive fabric of his pants felt cool on her bare bottom and it made her shiver. She realized that she had mistaken her anxiety for arousal and now found herself punished for her misjudgment. He had to squeeze his penis into her vagina inch by inch, like a dull blade. It wasn’t exceptional in size but through the clenching of her own muscles it seemed big enough to rip her open. He found some wetness inside of her eventually. It dampened the pain of his thrusts for a while. When the pain returned, she became tight like a clenched fist around him, every muscle trying to push out the invader. She experienced something like an orgasm, except she felt no pleasure, only the violent convulsions of her insides. He muffled her wailing with one hand and thrust into her for some more minutes before ejaculating. When he pulled out of her he left her wide open. Just as she had been unable to let him enter her body, she was now unable to stop the flow of ejaculate out of her body. It soiled her underwear before she could make it to the bathroom. Covering from its uncomfortably bright light she tried to scrape the last remains of semen out of her vagina. They clung to her sore skin and burned like soap long enough so she could still feel it when she returned to his office where she signed her contract of employment.