The Girls Purity Institute

"How did it get this bad?" I asked. Because I realized, even in my fury, that I was to blame.

"We don't know why a girl strays," Dr. Moorcroft said. "Katerina had no female example in the home, I know. But rest assured, Mr. Watson, that we bring almost every girl back on track. There is no reason to assume that Katerina will not be completely healed in just a few weeks. You just need to trust in the process. She has every opportunity to make a man a good wife."

I blinked. Somewhere along the way, there were tears in my eyes.

"I'll talk to her," I said. "I have to know why — what I could have done—"

"No," Dr. Moorcroft said. "From now on, you will do as I say. If you do, then I assure you, Katerina will go on to lead a virtuous life filled with all the joy brought to women of her status. But if you take matters into your own hands, you risk letting her choose her own path. And sir, I've seen the tapes. You need to act now."

I paused. "You've seen them?"

He nodded. "It's my responsibility to know the transgressions of every girl in the Institute."

I stared at him. I had a question on my mind, but I was too shamed to ask. I couldn't stand any more knowledge of my daughter's humiliations.

He smiled sadly. "I'm sorry to say, sir, that if I had been in the educator's positions, I too would have enjoyed Katerina's favors. Your daughter is a beautiful girl, and men are going to try to enjoy her. She was positively aroused at the prospect of sucking their cocks. I was unable to make it through the first fifteen minutes of the video without relieving myself. I'm sorry, sir."

He pushed the drive toward me. "Familiarize yourself. In the morning, do not let on to Katerina that you know what she's done. Instead, bring her for her check-in evaluation. We will begin treatment promptly at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

I nodded, and took the drive from the desk. When I had my hand on the door, he stopped me.

"Sir," he said.

"Yes?"

"If the content is... too much for you," he said, "know that you are not the first. You are, after all, a man. There is a reason we have chosen to live this way." He smiled, and for the first time, I felt like an equal in his presence. "She's a beautiful little thing, and it's only natural. That you are her father does not change the fact that you are about to watch very explicit footage of a girl in heat."

I flushed. I had catalogued my child's beauty, but never before had I considered her something to touch. A museum piece rather than a toy. I was loathe to watch these tapes.

He cleared his throat, and I realized there was more.

"For this reason," he said, "we have a den on the premises for the fathers at the institute. We are aware how difficult the pressures can be and we want you to be fully clear-headed. Feel free to use the girls in our facilities to reduce any of the..." he paused. "Stress that Katerina's treatments may cause."

He handed me a map of the facility, indicating where to find the dining hall, girls' gym, men's gym, and finally, the den, and told me the passcode for the fathers to use.

"The girls are all fresh from the facility," he said, "our most recent failures. So they have not been as used as some you might find. None are older than nineteen."

I smiled. It was a problem in the dens sometimes, women who had had too many men. "That sounds lovely."

He opened the door and showed me out. In the waiting room, there were two more sets of fathers and daughters waiting. "Good night, Mr. Watson," he said. "I hope you enjoy your stay."