Only your ultimate humiliation.

Abigail's eyes glow incandescently in titillation behind her glassess and she throws caution to the wind; ignoring all warnings, Abigail licks your penis. She slides her tongue up the length of your shaft before gingerly kissing it; the contact of her soft, supple lips sends you way over the edge and you moan in humiliating ecstasy. You're **** to beg her to stop, but you can barely hold back from climaxing, and you'd die if the girls recorded you screaming Abigail's name.

Not satisfied with just your roaring cry of pleasure, Abigail takes your precum-dripping sex into her mouth and wraps her tongue around it— giving you an honest-to-God sexual **** blowjob. You're powerless to stop her, unable to even budge against your restraints while she takes you. Her braces brush against your shaft as she pulls away, and your knees give out, as an orgasm more intense than any you'd felt before ravages you.

Your cum rockets straight into Abigail's unprepared visage, giving the cute nerd a facial in front of a dozen of your enraptured, wide-eyed, recording classmates.

The nebbish black girl—realizing what she'd done—freezes, red-faced as jizz drips down her circular glasses. Tammy, in a fit of jealousy, reaches around your body, gripping your spasming cock and stroking— she pumps faster than a runaway train, sending three more spurts of cum flying straight into Abigail's blushing, regretful face.

You collapse backwards, flushed carmine as your peers record you getting assaulted, but Janine catches your weight, facing you toward the grinning circle of voyeurs as your dripping cock begins to soften; the women surrounding you coo and giggle, phones pointed squarely at your exposed crotch.

"You've got a small wiener and you can barely last two seconds? That's pathetic!" Yolanda doubles over in laughter, and within seconds every other girl around you joins in, pointing, giggling and wagging their pinky fingers at your shrinking penis.

"Hahaha!!! And to think I called you Sexy!"

"Awww, look how red his face is! And how small his dick is!"

"What're you talking about? His dick is totally normal. Have you ever even had sex?"

"Umm… no,— I mean, are you kidding? He's not even 7 inches! At least he's got abs, Hahaha!"

"Look— his wiener is getting even smaller! Hahaha, I need to take a picture!"

The sheer soul-crushing mortification of the girls laughing at you in aroused hysteria, while you can't hide, run or protect yourself starts to break you. The condescending giggles emanating from all around flood you with shame as your body and penis go limp; you'd never been more humiliated in your life, and you lose the will to fight.

You cry, silently, as Charlotte shoves you through the cackling throng, and further along the hall.

"Hope you're up for round two, Sexy~" The sadistic little redhead taunts in her usual harassing sing-song. You only respond to her molestation by groaning, unable to vocalize anything after your humiliation.

"What? No response?" Charlotte asks, Janine holing you up, "I thought for sure this next door would get you!"

Huh?

They drag you onward until you reach a forbidden door, and press your face into the sign hanging off it; your voice returns, screaming bloody **** as the reality sinks in, "Noooo!!! You can't! You can't do this! Please!!"

Heeding not your horrified protests, Charlotte and Janine march you through the threshold of the worst place they possibly could; the door swings shut behind you, the sign on its face proudly reading:

"Girls' Locker Room"