Unscathed? Yes, but still humiliated.

Emily folds her arms across her chest, as she slowly walks into the school. Just a few days ago, she was respected here. People knew her, and she had lots of friends. There was nothing weird about Emily, just that she maybe sometimes was a little abrasive or rude at times. Nothing like what her classmates are seeing today.

Emily walks through the hallway, and people part the way. She’s naked, of course, but worse yet, the layers of cum from the boys drips down her body, leaving a faint trail on the ground behind her. Emily hears whispers and murmurs about her all through the hallway, as no one knows what to make of her. For all they know, she wants to be like this. Or they might think she was attacked on the way but somehow was **** to come to school (which regrettably is closest to the truth).

In the hallway, filled with people, Emily realizes she has a strange, yet embarrassing sort of safety. With the teachers, numerous students, and other faculty, the chances that she’s harassed in such a public setting makes her a little relieved. Maybe she can make it through today after all.

She finishes the long, humiliating trek to her first classroom, and sits down. Emily hears a slurping sound as she sits down, the cum on her body immediately making her seat slippery. She tries to ignore it, as she puts her head down on her desk. How long is this supposed to go on? She can’t do this forever!

She sits there for a short minute, before her teacher enters the room. He’s a young, attractive recent college grad, who is the object of affection for most girls in the school. Emily has flirted with him a few times herself, though any chance of him flirting back is clearly off the table if he’s seeing her like this… She looks up, and sees her teacher walking over.

“Emily, is everything ok? What’s happened to you?”