Cat was completely terrified by Friday’s sexual education class. Nothing had happened to her down in Block 40 other than the bizarre flash of light that Cat couldn’t shake from her memory. Surely it could have just been a trick of her eye, a total flash of her brain at the moment of orgasm… But it didn’t seem like that was what she had experienced. It unsettled her and made her uneasy.

The dean had retrieved her in the morning at 7 a.m. sharp. She’d been terrified then, too. She literally shrieked in terror when she opened her eyes at his harsh alarm in her ear and opened her eyes to see her own nightmare looming in front of her face in reality. He’d pulled her out from the jail-like bed, shaking like a leaf, but simply told her to put her clothes back on and he took her on a long, endless route back to Temple Hall where he dismissed her to go have breakfast with all the other scholars.

Now it was Friday. 11:59. The receptionist had grotesque lines and markings encircling her neck. Her face was impeccable and placid.

The horrible buzzer blared, the room flashed red, and the doors opened to the dean’s study. She knew it was only a matter of time before the dean actually taught her about sex. Like, actual sex-sex. Penis in vagina sex. He’d been evasively avoiding the topic for the past few weeks. She didn’t know how many other sexual practices there could possibly be for him to cover at this point.

Her heart sank into the floor below her feet as she saw the exam table all ready turned out and trussed out, ready for her to strip out of her skirt and assume her new weekly position. She sighed heavily. She didn’t know how much more of this she could take. She was tired of having her genitals constantly exposed to this strange man, having him literally obsess over them for weeks at a time…

She looked to the man in question and he was smiling broadly at her. Her heart jumped. The devilishly attractive dean today, then. That definitely didn’t bode well.

“Catherine,” the dean nodded and gestured towards the exam table. Panties off. The rest, you may choose to remain clothed or not.

Given the option she was definitely, definitely leaving things on. She nervously walked over to the table, shyly slipped out from her underwear and just decided - fuck it - and hopped up onto the table unprompted.

The dean beamed and crossed to where she sat, “Catherine, I must ask you again - per the college’s rules and regulations, would you prefer to have a chaperone present for your class this afternoon?”

She didn’t like the sound of that either. But god, she just couldn’t bring herself to invite another witness into the room to see her humiliation and discomfort. She shook her head no, and almost considered changing her mind when the dean’s face grew brighter yet.

“I need to perform an assessment today, Catherine,” the dean began, stepping between Cat’s knees, spreading them apart as he invaded the space between her legs. She wasn’t lying back until he told her to - no matter how close he was to her face at the moment.

”Unlike your previous assessments, this one today will be a bit different. Likely, a bit more uncomfortable for you, I’m afraid.” Cat stopped breathing as the dean placed his heavy hands on her shoulders and firmly pushed her back, forcing her to recline onto his table.

“Sir, what is the assessment?” Cat asked, nervously breathless, as he took each of her feet and placed them into the stirrups for her.

“Winter formal is around the corner, Catherine, hasn’t Maxine told you?” The dean gave her a bemused look from between her open legs.

“Sir, Maxine hasn’t been home since you separated us the other night,” Cat said simply. A look flared in the dean’s eyes, his face immediately changed and became mean - angry - and dread filled Cat as she realized for the first time that maybe it wasn’t the dean who was sending Max away for days on end. Maybe Max was sending herself away.

A look of dread and fear filled Cat’s face and the grin the dean gave her to that sent a cold chill through her body. Oh shit. What had she just condemned Max to?!

“Well, since Maxine is apparently busy with other extracurricular activities, I will inform you that the winter formal is two weeks away from tomorrow, Saturday. August Rogers will be there and has already requested you as his date. How sweet, do you not agree, Catherine?”

“Sir. August wants… after… me?” Oh god, what an awkward thing to be revealed to her while her privates were on full display to the man delivering her the information.

“He does. I think he’s smitten,” the dean said as he ran a hand from Cat’s knee and up the inside of her thigh, “And since it seems that America’s first son is just so keen to get to know one of our scholars better…”

Cat’s breath caught in her throat as she felt the dean’s fingers begin to part and pull at the skin between her legs.

”Have you been masturbating, Catherine?” He asked as he ran a finger against her skin. She just gasped, mute. “It’s a little red…” She felt his finger at her entrance and a slight push inside her body. Her legs immediately twitched in response and the dean softly laughed as he pushed his finger inside to the first knuckle.

“How would you react if Mr. Rogers pushed one of his fingers inside of you, Catherine?” He asked as he pushed his own in further. Cat twitched again, wanted to wriggle herself out and away from his touch.

“He wouldn’t, sir,” Cat squeaked.

“You saw what he did the other night, to Maxine.”

“You forced her to.”

The dean raised his eyebrows and removed his finger from Cat’s body. She relaxed only for a moment as he looked incredulously between her face and her genitals.

“I forced her to do no such thing, Catherine. I offered her an option, she took the more appealing one, not that I can blame her,” the dean argued, “Now let’s see how you would react if Mr. Rogers was extra eager…”

Cat felt as if her body was speared from the outside in as the dean inserted two of his large fingers inside of Cat simultaneously. Her hips attempted to buck away from his touch, her knees flexing wildly at the intrusion, but he had her in an impossibly tight grip and the stirrups left her with no where to go. She whimpered and cried as he invaded her and pain flooded the core of her.

“Why, sir?!” she choked out as she lay there, helpless to prevent the invasion of her body.

“To prepare you for the eager and inappropriate attentions of a healthy young man,” he said as he continued to press into her body, relentless.

“But sir! You're going to tear…” she squeaked as something cramped deep in her belly and the touch became a bit lighter.

“It's already torn beyond repair, Catherine,” the dean sighed heavily. “A shame, really. I can appreciate just how active and healthy you are, but it really did come at a terrible cost…”

His fingers stayed deep inside of her as his thumb began to press heavy circles at her clit. She gasped some more, struggled against the touch, but it was like he had hooked her from the inside out. She was completely stuck in place where she was, helpless to maneuver away from his violating fingers.

She squirmed and whimpered, then finally - finally - mustered up the courage to speak what was on her mind that day, “Sir, how do I avoid sex?”

His hand stilled inside of her and her gave her a puzzled, quizzical look in reply.

“Why do you ask?”

“You seem to think August is keen to take my virginity,” she explained, “if I'm understanding today's lesson correctly.”

The dean laughed, his hand shaking at Cat's body in a way that wasn't entirely unpleasurable.

“August?! I should hope not,” the dean chuckled as he flicked her clit. She jumped.

“Then how do I avoid sex?” She asked again. Seemed like it should be a simple enough question for him to answer. She and the rest of the girls seemed to get punished for anything remotely sexual just for thinking about the topic. At least, outside of special one on one classes with the dean.

“Well, Catherine,” the dean said contemplatively as he stroked inside her body, “you don't.”

Her heart stopped as she felt a flutter of complete betrayal from within her belly.

“Sir? What do you mean?”

She squeezed her eyes shut as he gave her another lurid stroke from within and she held her breath to try and prevent her own climax.

“You've been selected to participate in a private event following the winter formal,” the dean said as he relentlessly stroked at the spot within her that was threatening to unravel her where she lay.

“Sir?!?”

“I'll have the formal details for you next week,” he said evenly as Cat’s entire body began to shake. “Your attendance will be compulsory. Your absence WILL result in expulsion.”