Nothing could have prepared Cat for the sight that greeted her as she followed Dr. McDonald into the adjacent room. The dean - or what he had been reduced to over the past few months - was in the middle of what appeared to be a grand and completely empty lecture hall. He was naked from head to toe, strapped and secured to a large, padded examination table. The only modesty he had been provided was a black band secured around his head, covering his eyes, to prevent him from seeing his surroundings. He was reclined slightly, his legs spread apart wide, both arms extended out at his sides. Every manner of wire, tube and hose seemed to attach or affix to him or the table in one way or another. Cat imagined the scene would be more apt for an alien abduction in a movie versus real life.

“I’ve brought in Catherine, sir,” Dr. McDonald announced loudly, without preamble. The dean’s entire body jerked and jolted in a grotesque, inhuman sort of spasm that had the parts of his body not strapped down to the table rise at least half a foot in the air and come crashing back down with a loud, fleshy thud, followed by an utterly inhuman groan of pain.

“He’s wired for correction at the slightest rise in excitement,” Dr. McDonald murmured softly. “I’d keep your speaking to a minimum while you’re in the room with him unless you want to inflict him with the voltage…”

Cat’s mouth dropped open and her stomach flipped over a wave of dizzying nausea as she registered more of the grotesque scene laid out in front of her. Never in her wildest dreams could she have ever anticipated seeing the dean naked. She certainly never had the desire to do so. Even so, she couldn’t help but take in the sight of how emaciated his body appeared where he now lay. She had always imagined him muscular and strong under his clothing, but this man in front of her was anything but now. His stomach was sunken and sallow, his arms and legs thin and wiry… His genitals however were… holy shit.

”Is…that normal?” She whispered, careful to avoid him hearing her speak. She didn’t want to see his body convulse and jerk like it just had…

“The genitals, you mean?” Dr. McDonald clarified. His entire body jumped and jerked again under the harsh shock of an electric current. “He has no control over his genitals these days, no. We keep him on a strict daily schedule that allows for urination four times daily, ejaculation two to five times daily - depending on the research study any given day - and regular testing of responses to various medication and stimulus in between.”

“It’s… huge,” Cat gasped, she couldn’t look away. THIS was what she nearly lost her virginity to?! She wanted to reflexively cross her legs where she stood.

“Oh,” Dr. McDonald laughed, “extreme swelling has occurred due to the testing over time, but he is an exceptionally well endowed man. If he wasn’t such a vile human being, we likely could have put him to good use in some of the more avant garde fertility study programs between the colleges.”

Cat wanted to vomit. The dean seized again as a violent jolt shook his body.

“Can you turn off the current?” Cat asked. Another violent seizure of his body as two of the women gave one another an uneasy look.

“Why?”

“I want to speak to him,” Cat said as his legs went rigid and stiff, “He seizes every time I open my mouth.”

Dr. McDonald nodded over towards a mirrored window and a dull hum filled the room as the dean's body relaxed completely where he lay. Cat couldn't be sure, but she swore she could see him take a shuddering sigh.

Cat approached the gurney near the dean's head. She stood far enough from where he lay that him reaching or touching her was impossible. However, she knew she was close enough that she could speak with him quietly, she was certain that he could hear her.

“Why?” she asked.

The dean turned his shrouded head in her direction and twisted the visible features of his face into a pleading look in response.

“But why?? Who is your donor? Why me? Why August? Why??” She hadn’t entirely expected that to be the first thought that came to mind when she opened her mouth, but she was desperate for the answer. Why, of all the scholars at this school, was she the one who was singled out as his favorite pet project?

“Parents…Church…donors…” his voice was a bare whisper, hoarse and cracking.

“What's worse?” she asked, referring to his fate that ultimately hinged on her decision.

“Help…”

“What is worse?” Cat demanded.

“I'll…leave…”

“I don't think that's possible,” Cat replied, but not cruelly. She was trying to avoid looking at his naked body where he lay, but she couldn't help but notice the weak pull of his arms at his sides. He nodded down the direction of his body.

“The extra…ex…extra…extraction,” he finally managed to say.

“How far back does the history of abuse go?”

“Decades.”

“And now?”

He closed his eyes tightly and Cat looked towards Dr. McDonald standing impassive in the corner of the room.

“Corporal punishment may have a lasting impact on All Saints, but every person you've just met today is committed to the health and well-being of our scholars.”

“That doesn't answer my question,” Cat deadpanned.

“Purity standards are subject to revision during our summer sessions with the board of directors.”

Cat turned her attention back to the man on the table.

“How many years have you served as Dean of this college?”

“Twenty three.”

“How many scholars have you raped in that time?”

The dean visibly flinched, but this time without the harsh aid of the electrical current.

“None.”

“You were going to do it with me,” Cat corrected him. “You were assaulting me on a weekly basis under the guise of education for the better part of the past year. Call it what you want, but I know how I’ll remember it for the rest of my life.”

This was answered with a heavy sigh and several moments of silence as the man seemed to revert deep into thought.

“Hundreds.”

Cat paled, gasped, and took a stumbling step backwards.

“Sex?!?”

“Yes.”

“Tell her how many girls you've impregnated. How many abortions you've performed on those poor scholars,” came a voice from over the intercom.

“Hundreds.”

“Max?!??”

“Not recently. Only in the ceremonies. Not since…” the former dean’s voice was fading fast, the words coming out as slowly slurred croaks and whispers.

“Not since your father joined the board of directors,” Dr. McDonald indicated. “Can't have a women's college devoted to the purity of their scholars regularly performing illegal abortions that are against the directives of the Church.”

Cat was utterly stunned. Her father had been on the board of directors for at least five years. Since she'd started high school.

“You can turn the current back on,” Cat said as she began to walk back in the direction of the door she'd entered through.

“Your decision?” The professor asked. The room began to hum again as the electric current was reinstated.

“Let him suffer for all the unwanted pregnancies he inflicted on those scholars in the past. Rob him of the ability to ever inseminate another living woman again.”

Dr. McDonald smiled and nodded thoughtfully as she slipped her hand into a pocket. The door next to her and Cat slid open to the seminar room again.

“What do we say, doctors?” Dr. McDonald announced as they walked through the doorway. “Take away his ability to inseminate another living woman again?”

The door slid shut and the professor nodded to an empty chair at the table for Cat to sit.

“Can we use him for artificial insemination?!” A smiling woman asked. Cat assumed this was Dr. Shepherd, considering her research interest and her enthusiastic response to the proposed plan for the former dean.

Dr. McDonald turned to Cat and nodded, “Catherine?”

Cat just shrugged, “Knock yourself out, ladies. Let him suffer.” She was reeling from the information that she’d just been privy to. There was a part of her that wanted to go right back into that room and chop off the man’s dick herself. She imagined Max would have. She hadn’t seen any sharp implements in there, but she had to imagine they existed. She had just seen stitched incisions on the dean’s naked body.

“Approved! Congratulations on your new genetics program with the All Saints network! We can discuss the particulars at the summer meeting with the board. Catherine.” She immediately turned to Cat, her face steely and, frankly, terrifying.

”Duh…ma’am?” Cat stumbled over what to call the woman and mumbled off.

“When your patron asks where you have been, you were at academic advising. We need a favor.”

All the air left Cat’s lungs in a gasp. Of course there would be a catch! This was St. Mary’s nightmare school, no way was she just getting away with what she’d been witness - testament! - to without a catch.

“Your father is a deciding vote on the board. We need you to urge him to vote against the continuation of the purity tests. We have enough scholars to participate in the medical training studies that we offer, without traumatizing our scholars on a regular basis.”

Cat’s heart sped up - how was she ever supposed to convince her father of all people to vote against the purity tests?! He probably was the guy to suggest it and implement the policy in the first place. He probably had no idea what they were. Unless these abuses had been going on for decades and he had somehow been a part of it… She gasped again.

“We’ll get you back to your room quickly and unseen and give you a sedative once we’re there,” one of the professors at the table explained impassively. “Do not tell anyone what you’ve seen or where you’ve been. You were at academic advising taking your final exams for the year.”

“Congratulations on your scholarship, Catherine,” Dr. McDonald indicated as she turned to Cat. “We look forward to working with you in the years to come as you complete your studies.”