Author Note: Thanks to a very astute reader, I realized that I hadn’t actually posted the “interlude” leading up to this chapter!! I have remedied this now, so if things look a little out of sync, that’s why. I recommend reading the Interlude chapter PRIOR to this as some of what’s mentioned here will likely make more sense than if you read the interlude after. 😃

“He’s not going to stick his fingers up your ass, Cat,” Max attempted to reassure her for the dozenth time in their room that morning. Cat wondered if she even bothered wearing underwear. The chastity belt already hid pretty much anything that someone could be interested in seeing. It was going to be adjusted anyway. She was pretty sure something would be going up her butt within the hour.

“Why would the questions be there, then?” Cat asked.

“To scare you,” Max answered, “To scare us. Keep us in line. Nose to the grindstone ladies, and we WON’T measure to see if a 3, 4, 6 or 8” rod can fit up a scholar’s rectum.”

Cat couldn’t help but giggle. At least that hadn’t been one of the questions. At least, she didn’t think she had seen it on the questionnaire.

“Catty Cat, you will be FINE. Go march on in to that dean’s office. Get your fancy underpants loosened up a bit. March back on out of there queen of the freshman class and tell me everything that happens.”

”I’ll tell you everything that happens,” Cat promised. All the girls in their initial orientation group of ten had secretly made a pact with each other to keep one another in the know. No information was kept from another scholar in their group. If something happened to Cat, inevitably it was likely going to happen to sweet, tiny Julia.

Cat pulled on her too-scratchy sweater - opting for the sweater over the too-tight jacket. She fitted the sweater neatly over her blouse and made off in the direction of the dean’s office. The campus was eerily quiet for a beautiful, early fall day. The sun was shining, the skies were blue, and there wasn’t a bird to be heard anywhere. The only noise was the constant sound of falling water the closer that Cat got towards the entrance of Temple Hall.

Cat walked into Study A - the dean’s office. The same receptionist from her interview and assessment day was sitting at the front desk. This time, she was sporting the most brilliant, deep purple bruises across her cheek, her neck, her wrists.

“Oh my god, are you ok?” Cat blurted out as soon as she walked into the room. She couldn’t prevent herself from hiding her concern for the girl at the desk.

“Catherine Davis,” she didn’t answer the question. Cat nodded and the room flashed red, that nightmarish buzzer ringing loudly through the room. “Punctual and on time. That should work in your favor.”

The doors opened to the dean’s office and Cat walked inside. There was less fanfare and pretense this time upon entering the large room. The dean had already turned the blank wall over for today’s intended purpose. The examination table setup and dean awaited Cat along the one wall of the room. Cat froze midstep, unable to move another muscle, and stared down what had easily become one of her worst fears in a very short amount of time.

“No,” she breathed.

“Excuse me?” The dean asked. Oh shit. She hoped he hadn’t heard her simple protest.

“Sorry, sir. I don’t know…what do you want me to do?” She wanted to be sure to avoid his ire at all costs today.

“Come, stand,” he pointed to a spot in front of him at the end of the exam table. Cat willed her leaden feet to move and crossed to where the dean pointed. She stood up straight in front of him. She wanted to dare herself to look in his eyes, challenge him there somehow, but when his gaze moved to meet her own, she quickly looked up towards the ceiling instead - averting any eye contact.

“Do you want to remove your skirt?” The dean asked. Was he asking? Like, truly asking her if she wanted to remove it?

“It itches,” she replied, dumbly.

“Remove it then. It will only get in the way as I’m replacing your belt. Don’t want to accidentally catch the fabric and then have it end up too loose when you walk out of here.” The dean didn’t make any effort to move or provide Cat with any privacy. She supposed he probably wouldn’t.

She reached around her back and drew down the zipper and stepped out from the scratchy plaid fabric. It was a relief to no longer have the itch in her side, but now she felt both incredibly vulnerable and ridiculous as she stood half-naked in front of the dean, in a too-tight chastity belt to boot. If only her mother could see her now. This is what she wanted her daughter to go to school to experience?!

“God, what was he thinking…” the dean murmured to himself as he visually assessed the belt digging into Cat’s waist and cutting up into her pelvis. Standing like this, it made her vulva look absolutely obscene, puffy and ridiculous. She supposed the dean couldn’t wait to slide his hand along her swollen expanse of skin there.

“I’m going to have to take the whole thing off. Replace it,” he seemed annoyed. “Might as do the rest while you’re here, I guess…” he turned around and took a few steps towards the cabinet against the wall.

“Sir…?” Cat was confused. She still didn’t know what she was supposed to be doing here. She watched as the dean pulled out a fist full of gloves, a tube of something, another long canister containing something long and thin. He went back to the cupboard and retrieved a few vials and syringes and brought everything to a rolling metal tray next to the exam table. He then turned around swiftly and walked back in her direction. He breezed by her - she wasn’t sure if she imagined him brushing a hand along her chest as he walked by? - and went to his desk and opened up a drawer. He came back to her with a shiny gold key and slipped it into the keyhole just below her navel.

“Do…is it just you who has the key?” Oh god. Why did she even ask that? She didn’t need to make conversation here.

“Yes, Catherine,” he replied as he unlocked the belt and slipped it down her waist. She visibly relaxed as the metal cage dropped away and she was allowed to step out of it. ”You can go ahead and bend over the table.” She froze again.

“…Sir?”

“Chest down, palms down, bend over,” he nodded towards the table. “Now, please.”

“But…” she didn’t even get the chance to say another word before there was a harsh and violent CRACK against her backside. She lurched forward, catching herself on the edge of the table, as her ass flared in pain.

“NOW.” She complied immediately, pressing her chest and face into the table and gripping the sides tightly in her hands.

“Now, Catherine, when was the last time that you went to the doctor?” He asked as Cat heard the distinct sound of a glove being fitted over a hand.

She didn’t answer immediately and felt the distinct press of a wooden rod just below her buttocks, prodding at her inner thigh. She moved her foot a step to the side.

“I don’t know,” Catherine answered truthfully, “Before cheer camp three years ago?” She thought that was the last time she’d gone to the family doctor. She hadn’t gone prior to coming here. Her mother had assured her they’d take care of all her medical needs. Clearly.

“Part your legs, Catherine,” the prodding became more insistent and Cat took another step sideways. “I take it that you’ve never had a pelvic exam.”

“I… I don’t know what that is, sir,” she replied.

“No, I don’t suppose you would,” he said from behind her. She felt the press of his body against her back and she wanted to recoil inside of herself. Why was he touching and pressing into her so completely? The contact made her skin crawl, but then she realized what he was reaching for and the tiniest yelp escaped her throat.

“I don’t do many vaginal exams until later. Especially on someone like you with a hymen that is still perfectly, completely intact,” the dean explained as he applied a generous amount of lubrication to his fingers. “Thankfully, an adequate assessment of the pelvis can be done through the anus and rectum. Deep breath, Catherine…”

She couldn’t breathe at all as she felt a finger - fingers? - penetrate her body from behind. She made a pitiful grunting moan as her hands gripped the table even harder and the dean firmly pressed his fingers up inside of her asshole.

“Here, I will feel along the vaginal canal…” he pressed his fingers in further, locating her cervix at his finger tip. Her belly clenched like it was cramping and she choked out a gasp. “cervix…” His fingers slid in another agonizing inch and he caught/pinched? something between his fingers, “uterus…” Cat’s belly roiled within his touch. The sensation of his fingers palpitating her uterus through the wall of her rectum was the strangest sensation she’d ever felt in her life - cramping, painful, but bizarre and fluttery. She moaned and let out a light whimper as the dean’s fingers slipped in a final little bit and he made a noise of approval and noted, “ And ovaries…” Cat made a couple more noises of discomfort as she felt tears welling in her eyes. “Perfection. Everything is just perfectly situated here.” He moved his fingers around a bit more, pressing, prodding, stroking? Cat’s breath came in quick, ragged gasps as each gesture and movement of his fingers inside of her body made her body clench painfully. She desperately wanted to close her legs. She desperately wanted to be back in her room laughing with Max. Oh god, what was she going to tell the rest of the girls later?! How could she possibly tell her new friends about how completely the dean had violated her asshole?! She’d feared this, but she never could have expected how weird it would feel to have his fingers filling her, how completely ashamed and humiliated she felt bent over and utterly trapped in this position.

The dean withdrew his fingers and reached again for the few supplies he had gathered.

“Quick temperature while I make the needed adjustments to your belt,” he said as she felt the cold press of something to her anus and push its way inside. “Stay where you are, Catherine. It will be much more uncomfortable for you if you try to rise right now.” She felt another tear track down her cheek, saw the glint of it on the table just below the gaze of her eye. She heard, but couldn’t see, metal clacking together from somewhere behind her.

“One final thing here before I get you back in your belt…” Cat breathed a sigh of relief as she felt the thin slide of the thermometer leave her behind. “This will be uncomfortable, Catherine. I'm sorry. It's a necessary test that will come into play later in the year. Maybe not until next year. We'll see. But I need a baseline to refer back to from when you started.”

That…really didn't sound promising. What else could he do with her in this position? He clearly didn't seem to be interested in breaking her hymen, so she figured that he probably wouldn't be sticking his fingers or any rod inside of her vagina…

She felt something much colder than the touch of his gloved finger at her back entrance, “…Some of the scholars here insist that I must have six inch fingers based on how they feel when I examine them. I promise you that my fingers are not THAT long.” Something feeling impossibly large pressed up into her and she let out an audible gasp and a desperate, “Sir!” As something unknown to her penetrated into her body again.

“We’ll start with four since you tolerated the manual exam so well,” that metal - something - slid in a bit further and the dean said, “Perfect” and swiftly withdrew whatever had just been inside. She let out a shuddering breath as the painful intrusion was removed and her upper body collapsed into the table.

She caught up with her own senses, just as she felt another - slightly wider - cold something at her anus and her knuckles went white where they gripped the edges of the table.

“Sir?”

”We’ll just go ahead and jump up to six,” he said as he once again, began to push something up inside of her rear. She squirmed in visible discomfort as the next something invaded her tight little asshole and without any preamble or warning, she felt a violent and hot CRACK against the flesh of her bottom. A second followed in rapid succession on the other side.

“STILL!” The dean commanded in a loud bark and pushed his metal instrument violently inside of Cat’s rectum. She cried out in pain - she couldn’t help herself from doing so. The metal dilator inside of her asshole felt like it was going to tear her in two. The flare of pain on either side of her hips was so heated and exquisite she wondered if she would go back to her dorm with two hand-shaped bruises on her backside once this was all over and done with

.

“Six, not bad,” the dean murmured as he ran a hand along the curve of one of Cat’s buttocks. Was he… petting her? “I think you can take more, though.”

She suddenly felt the touch of his fingers, unexpectedly, between her legs. She jumped and felt like she was about ready to pommelhorse over the table she lay on top of.

“Oh yes,” the dean murmured some more, grasping and pulling at the dilator still inside of her. “You should have no problem with a seven or eight…” The dilator was withdrawn and dropped with a shocking clash of metal-on-metal as it hit the tray next to the exam table.

”Let’s get you fitted back in here…” she heard another clang of metal-on-metal behind her and felt the dean’s presence drop down behind her. “Left step,” she lifted her left foot and felt a strap slip around her leg. “Right step,” same process, other side. The girdle was brought back up around her waist, the strap shielding her most private spots positioned between her legs. If nothing else, Cat figured that he wouldn’t be sticking anything else up her butt today from the point forward.

“Stand tall for me,” shakily, Cat stood up to her full height and took a great heaving sigh. She’d survived another intensely uncomfortable visit to the dean. “Turn.” She turned to face him. He fastened and locked the belt at her navel, but then - lecherously - allowed his fingertips to trail down her front, delicately touching the skin as he went on each side of the steel strap that went between her legs.

He paused directly underneath her body and Cat caught his gaze as he tried to push his fingers against - into? - her vulva and vagina. She was impenetrable. He smiled widely at her in a way that made her want to simultaneously spit in his face and evaporate on the spot.

“Perfect, bend back over the table please, Catherine.”

What? Oh god. The syringes and the vaccinations dated for today. Of course he was going to administer them to her backside. She bent back over the table without any further question or encouragement. She watched as the dean picked up a syringe and vial of fluid from the metal tray next to her.

She couldn’t help the slight startle as she felt something freezing cold against the side of her butt cheek.

“One, two…” a sharp jab and a burning pain filled the spot here he plunged the syringe into her flesh.

“Ow!” Cat gasped. She felt his fingers massaging the spot where he had just jabbed as he reached over her with his other arm and grabbed another vial from the tray.

Nothing happened for a moment, and then Cat felt the freezing cold touch just above where the previous needle had gone in.

“And, one, two…” another sharp jab and burning pain followed in the wake of the second injection. Same process as before - a firm caress and she watched from the corner of her eye as he retrieved yet another vial from the tray.

“Final one here, this one might be sore the next couple of days…” another freezing touch and a quick, “One, two…” followed by a sharp and aching pain right in the spot where she knew she’d be sitting the next time she sat down anywhere. The pain was followed by an incredibly sharp and hard pinch, followed my the massage of the dean’s fingers on her bottom.

“You’re all set, Catherine,” he said smugly. She stood upright again. “I'll see you next week for your first session of physical education. Don’t worry. The worst is over for now. Next week's class should just be running through a couple of things and making sure the rest of you is in good order for the year. You can let me know when you return how the belt is feeling and if any further adjustments are needed.”

By next week, she might burn down Temple Hall if today’s visit was any indication of how the rest of the semester was going to go. What the hell was physical education?!? She had the sudden realization that it wasn't gym or exercise. At least not how she knew it to be. She picked up her skirt and stepped back into the clothing. She noted that there was a reddish purple line across her belly from where the previous chastity belt had dug into her skin. If nothing else, she could move more easily than she had at any point in the last 15 hours or so. Something to be grateful for.