Caroline lay sprawled on the wooden platform, her body still trembling from the violent orgasm that had ripped through her moments ago. The marker and water bottle lay discarded on the floor beside her, glistening with her juices. Her thighs were slick, her breasts heaving, her blonde hair matted against her forehead with sweat. She could feel the eyes of the class still on her, burning into her skin, devouring every inch of her exposed flesh.

The boys were hunched over their sketchpads, pencils scratching furiously as they captured her degradation on paper. The girls stood in the back, arms crossed, their whispers sharp and cutting. The redhead, whose name Caroline now knew was Jenna, nudged her friend and pointed at Caroline's still-twitching cunt.