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Suddenly, a particularly daring student stepped forward and reached out to touch me. He ran his hand along my bare skin, his fingers tracing the path where droplets of their cum still clung to my face.
His action emboldened others, and soon the room was filled with hands greedily grasping at various parts of my exposed body. They squeezed my breasts, pinched my nipples, and dared to explore further down.
Their laughter grew louder with each transgression, fueling their audacity as they reveled in their collective parade of depravity. They felt an intoxicating rush by crossing the boundaries that should have protected me as a human being.
One confident student moved behind me, his hands finding their way to my hips, guiding me into more provocative movements. Grinning wickedly, he reveled in his control over my body, maneuvering me with possessive coercion.
The others joined the spectacle, adding their own touches of dominance and cruelty. They encouraged me to perform explicit gestures, twisting my body into unnatural positions that accentuated their distorted desires.
As the dance continued, I became a marionette trapped in this macabre show, their puppeteer-like commands dictating every movement, every display of humiliation. My spirit withered beneath the weight of these imposed indignities, the facade of happiness I was forcing becoming more fragile with each passing moment.
Through it all, I could feel my own tears welling up, my heart aching with the realization of the depths humanity could sink to. But in this tragic role I had been thrust into, all I could do was succumb to their twisted desires, enduring the pain, shame, and debasement.
Because this was my life now, a cruel existence tangled in the webs of exploitation, a prisoner to the insatiable and perverse desires of those around me. And there was no going back.
As the classroom doors swung open, signaling the end of the class, I was aware of the daunting task that lay ahead: traversing the hallway, bare and marked with the evidence of my degradation.
With my face still streaked and smeared with the students' cum, every step I took felt like a test of endurance. The hallway was a bustling blend of students of all ages, their eyes darting toward me with a mixture of shock, disbelief, and morbid curiosity.
Whispers erupted like wildfire, spreading through the air with infectious intrigue. Students hurriedly huddled together, pointing fingers and exchanging hushed conversations about the spectacle before them. The crude spectacle I had been reduced to.
Some of them looked away, their faces flushing with embarrassment or pity. They recognized the indignity of what I was enduring and chose not to participate in the cruel theater unfolding before them. But there were others who reveled in the chaos, relishing in the opportunity to expose their ignorance and sadistic tendencies.
"Mate, look at her face! She's covered in jizz!" a student exclaimed loudly, his voice carrying far down the hallway.
His friends erupted into laughter, their voices blending together in sickening harmony. They shamelessly pointed fingers at me and gestured for others to join in on the perverse spectacle before them.
Every gaze felt like a searing spotlight, intensifying the shame that weighed heavily on my already burdened shoulders. Faces twisted in disbelief, some expressing disgust, while others looked on with an unsettling fascination. The sinewy mixture of curiosity and amusement in their eyes only further punctuated my dehumanization.
Passing students whispered behind cupped hands, their words mingling with irony and cruelty.
"Did you see the cum on her face? It's like she's wearing a mask!"
"I can't believe she lets them do that to her! What must her life be like?"
The relentless mockery and judgment carved deeper into my spirit with every passing second. I moved slowly, my steps weighed down by the heavy weight of humiliation, aware of everyone's eyes on me as I traversed the hallway - a hall of mirrors reflecting back the degrading truth of my existence.
Because this was my life now, a never-ending cycle of torment and subservience. And there was no going back.
