Cat was visibly shaken when she returned to her dormitory, but something else too. She was humiliated, yes, but she was also completely furious and terrified for the rest of her new friends and colleagues at this school. It seemed like every one of the hundred new freshmen women had a historical reason or family name to be attending the college. Surely that wasn’t an accident.

Cat crossed the room she shared with Max and collapsed down on her bed. Landing directly on her sore rear end, she yelped loudly and jumped back up. Max jumped in response.

“Oh my god, what Cat, what did he do to you?”

Cat burst into tears and lowered herself much more gingerly down onto the bed. “Where ARE we, Max?!” She gasped through her tears. Max crossed the room swiftly to join Cat on her bed and wrapped her up tightly in her arms.

“What did he do?” Max asked in a hushed, gentle tone as she helped to swipe tears off of Cat’s cheeks.

“Exactly what I said he’d do,” Cat replied quietly. Max stilled, her hand on Cat’s cheek.

“NO!” Max gasped, swiping at another tear. “How bad?”

“Well I can’t fucking sit comfortably.” Max gasped.

“Catty Cat! F-word! Language!” In spite of herself, Cat choked out a bark of laughter.

“Max,” Cat whispered, “I don’t even understand what he did or what happened. He took me out of the belt which was, oh my god, such a relief, I’m so sorry you’re still stuck in yours as tight as it is. Not that it’s great right now…” She shifted and Max did the same, strictly by reflex, and cringed. “He then told me to bend over that exam table in his office. He spanked me. Twice. God! Hard! I need you to look and see if my butt is bruised. I dunno, he poked me in the legs a couple times with the rod and then told me that it was going to be uncomfortable and then…” her voice caught and she coughed nervously. “I don’t have to tell you everything if you don’t want to hear it.”

”No,” Max breathed, attention rapt, “No, whatever he does to you he’s going to do to me ten times worse for some sadistic reason. I want to know. Tell me everything.”

“He asked me when I last went to the doctor, if I’d ever had or heard of a pelvic exam,” Cat continued.

“No!” Max gasped loudly. “But… how?! You’re like patron saint of intact hymens for the class of 2028, no way is he going to break…”

“He did it up my butt!” Cat cried, shifting again. The bar between her legs was irritating her already sore anus.

Max gasped even louder, “NO!” She hugged Cat tight.

“Max, it felt so weird and so, so, ugh, icky and wrong. He like, leaned his body into me at one point in there and I just wanted to like, rot and die right there on the spot.” Max rubbed circles into Cat’s shoulders. She wasn’t saying a word anymore. Surely she was wondering what sort of fate awaited her. She had no disillusionment that she wasn’t getting away from this same adjustment unscathed.

“I dunno, I think he felt around with his fingers. It was really crampy and super uncomfortable, but not super painful until…”

”Oh my god, what did he do?” The question was less curious this time, more enraged. Much, much angrier.

“I think you were right,” Cat said in a hushed voice, “He made some weird comment about the size of his hands, but then started listing off a couple of numbers. Started with a 4, whatever that is.” Cat squirmed. “He stuck something up my ass. I have no idea what it was. It was cold and hard and it hurt. He seemed pleased by that, so he took it out. Said he’d jump up to a six and…”

“Oh, Cat…”

”Oh, but that’s not all. Because I wasn’t expecting it and it fucking HURT, I cried out and tried to move away. He didn’t like that. He spanked me again.”

“Can I look?” Max asked quietly. Cat nodded and stood up. Turned around, backside to Max and took a deep breath as she slowly lifted her skirt above her waist.

“Ooof. Girl. GIRL.” Max couldn’t help but touch the purple edge of a fingerprint on Cat’s bare behind. Cat jumped forward in surprise and looked over her shoulder at her friend.

“That bad?” Cat asked.

“Girl.” Max looked up and met her gaze, her eyes filled with sadness, worry and fear. “Yeah, it kind of is.”