Cat’s entire body was scratched, scraped, cut, red and purple with bruises. Credit where it was due - she did look like she had fallen off the edge of a ravine.

She and Max stood side by side in front of the receptionist to the dean's study. The girl at the desk looked uneasily between the two girls standing in front of her. Cat hated to think of what the girl's fate would be once the dean was through with her and Max.

The room turned red. Stayed red. That was different. Unnerving. The alarm blasted overhead. Twice. Also different. Also unnerving. The doors opened and Max grabbed Cat's hand tightly in her own. Squeezed.

“You got this, Catty Cat,” she said, barely above a whisper as the two of them stepped inside.

Somehow, they had managed to stay in their dorm room all day on Sunday following the bonfire and fiasco that had ensued there. No one had come to check on them other than their house patron, who, to Cat's surprise, didn't beat the two of them senseless when she discovered that the duo had - somehow - returned back to their room without the chaperone patron that they had left campus with. They had gone to brunch on Saturday, so they weren't required to attend the Sunday meal. Although, rumor from another girl in the bathroom had relayed that they had somehow missed a violent dean and a very eager wooden rod. Cat had fled back to their room when she heard this information and stayed locked inside for the remainder of the weekend.

But Monday morning breakfast had rolled around and she and Max couldn't escape their inevitable fate. An academic advisor had stopped by their table and personally told the two girls that they were to report to the dean's study, promptly at noon, to explain themselves and their adventures from Saturday. Cat felt doomed to a miserable fate. She was already miserable. Half her body was purple, swollen and bruised. She had a red line of scratches practically crawling up to her inner thighs. Her face looked like she had lost a boxing match against a prize winning fighter.

The dean locked eyes with Max as the two girls entered the room. His gaze became mean and he nodded towards one of the bookshelves on his wall. Max sighed dramatically, rolled her eyes, and broke away from Cat. Cat made a move to follow her friend but stopped in her tracks when she heard a sharp intake of breath from the dean. She looked over in his direction and was startled by the…surprise, concern, perhaps fear that was written across his face as he stared back at her.

Cat heard a humorless bark of laughter from Max and continued on her path to the dean's desk as he beckoned her to come closer to where he sat.

“Catherine, what happened? What did Maxine involve you in this time?!” He sounded more concerned than angry, which was confusing based on the rumors that had been circulating about his mood the past two days.

“Sir?” Cat offered. Maxine laughed from where she stood and the dean flashed her a look that made her squeak and immediately silence.

“I assume Maxine must have somehow been involved in your - in both of your - incredible escape from the riot,” the dean explained. There had been a riot?! Is that what they had escaped?! “The feds have been useless in providing information. Initially I thought for sure that Mr. Rogers’ security detail had lent you both a hand, but our initial questioning of them has indicated that neither of you were ever anywhere to be seen. They only helped Mr. Rogers to leave the riot unscathed.”

Cat couldn't get the thought that the two of them had almost been swept up in a riot out of her mind. What were the boys rioting about?!

“So Catherine,” he assessed her carefully as she sat in front of him. “How did you escape the riot? Who inflicted this incredible…” he waved his hand around in front of her, “... Injury and abuse on you?”

What a rich question coming from the dean. She heard Max laugh again from where she stood.

“QUIET WHORE,” the dean barked and Max immediately silenced. Cat jumped and looked at the dean incredulously. What did he just call her?!?

“I need to examine you, Catherine,” he said, as if the thought had just now occurred to him. He stood up and walked to the other side of the room and pulled the wall sconce to rotate the room.

“Oh come on, look at her!” Max protested from the other side of the room and the dean swiftly crossed the expanse to where she stood and slapped her violently across the face. Max laughed. Cat gaped.

“You know what? I'll deal with you separately after all,” the dean said, sounding frustrated. He pulled at a book on the shelf and the entire tower of books slid upwards, into the ceiling, unveiling a narrow staircase up.

Cat was dumbfounded. How many hidden doors and walls were in this room?!

“Go lay down on the table, Catherine,” he waved towards the exam table as the punched a button behind Max as she stepped into the hidden staircase and the shelves slowly lowered back to the floor as Max disappeared somewhere up above. Where did he send her?!

Cat nervously, slowly, walked over to the table as she watched the dean go into his desk for the key to her chastity belt. Fuck. She desperately did not want his hands anywhere on her right now in this state. She really didn't want him to touch her “down there” again. Probably ever. She doubted she would ever get that lucky.

“Actually,” he said, as she hopped up to sit at the edge of the table, “Undress. Please.”

She swallowed the choke in her throat and trembled as she began to unbutton her blouse. At least her bra fit today. The dean placed a couple of items Cat couldn't identify on top of his desk and she carefully removed the remainder of her clothing as he crossed the room to her and slid the key into the lock of her chastity belt.

“Lay down, Catherine,” he said, not unkindly. She eased herself backwards, trying not to recoil as the dean slid the belt down her scratched and bruised legs.

“Spread, Catherine.” No point in fighting it. She desperately didn't want him to strike her with how sore she already was. She placed her feet at either corner of the table and spread her legs apart wide.

If only her parents could see her now, she thought as she stared blankly at the ceiling. The dean didn't touch her, but she could feel the scrutiny of his gaze as he assessed every scrape, cut, bruise on her body.

“How did you escape the riot, Catherine?” He asked again.

“I…I ran, sir,” she answered, that much was true.

“Maxine?”

“I don't know, sir. We were separated. She got pulled into the riot and August pulled me off into the woods. I got scared. I ran.”

She held her breath as the dean traced a finger up a particularly deep scratch that ran up her inner thigh.

“Do you remember how you escaped and got back here?” The dean asked, his hand stilling as it reached a spot at the very upper apex of her thigh, “Small touch, Catherine.” Her breath caught as she felt him push aside her labia - which, now that someone touched her there, also felt strangely bruised. He hissed out a breath as she felt his touch explore a bit further, push in a bit further.

“Sir?” She squeaked as she felt the tip of his finger penetrate her virgin entrance.

He withdrew his finger, sighed, and stepped aside the table to rifle through the cabinet behind Cat. She tried to turn her head to see what he was grabbing, but her aches and bruises kept her from moving and twisting as much as she might have otherwise been able to accomplish.

“Your escape, Catherine,” she heard something metal clang against the metal tray behind her head.

“Sir, I ran,” she said again. She jumped as another metallic clang rang out from behind her.

“Where did you run, Catherine? Straight into a ravine and you woke up in your bed Sunday morning?” He came around to the end of the table with two massive poles in each of his hands. With a startling clash of metal on metal that shook her where she lay, he screwed one of the poles to one side of the table. Then went to the other side and did the same.

“Sir?” She squeaked again, completely unsure as to where this could possibly be headed.

“The nature of your escape is… suspicious, Catherine,” he said as he positioned the poles to point away from the table. There was a bit of a handle at the end that Cat couldn’t make sense of. “The injuries that you’ve sustained from your escape can be attributed to a vast number of circumstances, ranging from falling from a great height, or, perhaps, battery and assault at the hands of someone of the opposite gender who’s much larger than you…”

Like you? Cat thought silently to herself as she felt more and more uneasy laying naked on the table under the dean’s watchful gaze. He hadn’t taken his eyes off of her body since installing the poles at the end of the table. He looked conflicted, almost, torn about how to proceed with her. He sounded confident enough with his questioning.

”I fell, sir,” she said, dumbly.

“Fell?”

”Down the ravine,” she provided. “Like you said.”

He raised his eyebrow at her suspiciously, “Just like I said? And then you woke up in your bed Sunday morning?”

“I don’t know, sir,” she replied. She knew exactly what had happened. The nightmares she had seen underneath the campus.

The dean withdrew a penlight from his pocket and came around the table and leaned low over Cat, right above her head. He shined the light in both of her eyes, looking for some sort of response - though what, Cat couldn’t begin to comprehend. She didn’t like this. She had no idea what he might do next. She didn’t think she was getting out of this easily. She wondered where Max had been sent.

“So you fell?” He prodded, touched a brilliant bruise at her ribs and she flinched away from his touch.

“Down the ravine, sir,” she answered quietly. He narrowed his eyes at her and flicked at her nipple with a harsh strike of his finger. OW! What the fuck was that for?!

“How did you get back to your dormitory?” He asked as he resumed his full height, flicked the other nipple hard, and walked around to stand at the end of the table between her legs again.

“Sir, I don’t know,” she said, more confident this time. Deny deny deny. She could do that much.

“Catherine, I need to examine you,” he said, “I wish I could have waited a bit longer, but this must be done. Maybe if you had come back from the bonfire with your patron…” He shook his head and startled her by grabbing her by both the ankles and yanked her, HARD, until her butt was at the very end of the table.

“This is going to be uncomfortable, Catherine,” he said as he lifted - lifted?! - her left leg and placed her foot in the weird handle at the end of the pole.

“Sir?” She squeaked. Again. He lifted the right leg and placed it into the handle on the other side. Cat looked frantically up at the dean, standing between her wide-spread legs and felt her eyes start to sting with the threat of tears.

“I won’t carry out the full pelvic exam on you today, since I would really, really prefer to avoid any further tearing here…” she felt his touch between her legs and she shuddered out a nervous breath as she felt his fingertip push inside of her again. “It doesn’t look like you were penetrated…”

”How could I have been, sir?” She asked. Truly. How? She had been in the belt the entire time. The dean was the only one with the key. Wasn’t he?!

“Boys will be boys,” he said vaguely and Cat heard something metallic ring out from the end of the table. “I’ll start with A. I can’t imagine it’s reached B yet…”

”Sir?”

”Deep breath, some pressure here…” she felt the cold metal press up into her and fill her entire belly. She moaned in discomfort and tried to move her hips away from the intrusion inside her body. What was he doing to her?!

“How do you feel, Cat?” He asked.

What the fuck!? How did he think she felt?! Naked, cold, lying with her legs up in the air and spread wide like…like…she didn’t even know! What a humiliating and undignified position to find herself in and then he had to stick a cold, metal rod up inside of her to boot?!

”Pain level, 1 - 5,” he prompted.

“I dunno, sir, 3?” She squirmed again.

The dean nodded thoughtfully and withdrew the metal implement from her vagina. Dropped it on the tray noisily. Cat jumped and flexed her toes in the air at the surprise. The dean spent another long moment looking between her legs. It made Cat’s heart beat wildly.

“One more touch,” he said as he reached out and pushed the tip of his finger into her vagina again. She gasped and closed her eyes tight as she waited for him to push the digit all the way inside. He didn’t. She quirked an eye open to watch him withdraw his hand, look at his finger carefully and… she actually shuddered as he licked it.

”Interesting,” he said thoughtfully. She wanted to vomit. Like, roll off the table and force all the contents from her breakfast all over the immaculate floor of his study. She jumped again as he grabbed her by both the ankles, lifted her feet from the handled poles and placed them down on the table for her.

“Well, I don’t feel the need to examine you further,” he said as he walked around to her injured arm. Both her shoulder and wrist were huge and swollen. ”Can you write with this hand?” He picked her arm up by the swollen wrist and she cried out in pain.

Well, now she wasn’t so sure, but she bit her lip and nodded slightly.

“I’ll refrain from sending you to the medical center to get this arm fixed up. See if it heals on its own. If it’s still bothering you by physical education on Friday, let me know and we can set it in something,” he explained.

“Sir,” she agreed. She also wondered where the medical center was. She’d never seen one on campus during orientation or at any point after.

“How did you get home from St. Joseph’s, Catherine?” He asked one more time, coming to stand between her legs again.

“Sir! I fell. I don’t know.”

He sighed and offered his hand to her where she lay. She tentatively took it and he hoisted her upright, her shoulder screaming in pain as he did so. She bit back her cry the second time, but she couldn’t stop the tears from forming on her eyelids.

“You’re finished. You can go back to your dormitory,” he said as he walked back in the direction of his desk.

“Sir?” What about her belt? What about Max?

“Tell my receptionist to get in here on your way out, I’m going to need her assistance with Maxine.”

Cat paled as she pulled her clothes back on. She certainly didn’t want to stick around and wait, but she also didn’t want to leave without Max.