As the boys finished, they stepped back, leaving Sneha kneeling on the stage, her body shaking with humiliation and degradation. She knew she had to get up, she had to move, she had to find a way to clean herself up. But she couldn't bring herself to do it. She couldn't bring herself to move, to stand, to walk. She was frozen, trapped in her own humiliation, her own degradation.

But she didn't have to move. The bell rang, signaling the start of the next class, and the students began to file out of the assembly hall. Sneha knelt there, her body shaking, her eyes fixed on the floor, as the hall emptied around her. She was alone, humiliated, degraded, and she knew she had to stay that way. She had to stay there, on her knees, until someone came to get her, until someone told her what to do next.

It wasn't long before someone did. The door to the assembly hall opened, and Professor Akshar, the biology teacher known for his bad eye for females, walked in. He was a tall, thin man with a sharp, beak-like nose and piercing eyes that seemed to miss nothing. He scanned the hall, his eyes landing on Sneha, and a cruel smile spread across his face.

"Well, well, well," he said, his voice cold and hard as he approached her. "Look what we have here. The little cheater, all tied up and ready for a lesson."

Sneha's body shook with fear as she heard Professor Akshar's voice. She knew what was coming, she knew what he was going to do, and she knew she had no choice but to obey. She was at his mercy, just as she had been at the mercy of the boys.

"Stand up, Sneha," Professor Akshar ordered, his voice cold and hard. "And come with me. We have a class to teach."

Sneha's body shook as she forced herself to her feet, her legs wobbly and unsteady. She followed Professor Akshar out of the assembly hall and down the hall to the biology lab, her body shaking with humiliation and fear. She knew what was coming, she knew what he was going to do, and she knew she had to be ready for it.

As they entered the lab, Professor Akshar turned to Sneha, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Today," he said, his voice cold and hard, "we are starting a new chapter in biology. Human reproduction. And who better to teach it than you, Sneha? After all, you're the one with the firsthand experience."

Sneha's heart sank as she heard Professor Akshar's words. She knew what he was going to do, she knew what he was going to make her do, and she knew she had no choice but to obey. She was at his mercy, just as she had been at the mercy of the boys.

Professor Akshar began the lesson, his voice droning on as he explained the basics of human reproduction. Sneha stood at the front of the class, her body shaking with humiliation and fear, as he spoke. She knew she had to stand there, she knew she had to listen, she knew she had to do what he said. She was his puppet, his plaything, and she had to obey his every command.

As Professor Akshar reached the topic of female reproduction, he paused, his eyes gleaming with malice as he looked at Sneha. "Now," he said, his voice cold and hard, "who can tell me what happens during a woman's menstrual cycle? Sneha, why don't you come up here and show us?"

Sneha's heart pounded in her chest as she heard Professor Akshar's words. She knew what he was going to do, she knew what he was going to make her do, and she knew she had no choice but to obey. She was at his mercy, just as she had been at the mercy of the boys.

She walked to the front of the class, her body shaking with humiliation and fear. Professor Akshar gestured to the table, and Sneha climbed onto it, her body shaking as she lay down on her back. She could feel the cold metal of the table against her skin, the hard edge pressing into her flesh, and she knew she had to be ready for what was coming next.

Professor Akshar began to explain the menstrual cycle, his voice droning on as he pointed to the diagram on the board. Sneha lay on the table, her body shaking with humiliation and fear, as he spoke. She knew she had to lie there, she knew she had to listen, she knew she had to do what he said. She was his puppet, his plaything, and she had to obey his every command.

As Professor Akshar reached the end of the lesson, he turned to Sneha, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Now," he said, his voice cold and hard, "who can tell me what a uterus looks like? Sneha, why don't you show us?"

Sneha's heart sank as she heard Professor Akshar's words. She knew what he was going to do, she knew what he was going to make her do, and she knew she had no choice but to obey. She was at his mercy, just as she had been at the mercy of the boys.

She sat up on the table, her body shaking with humiliation and fear, and spread her legs. She could feel the cold air against her skin, the hard edge of the table pressing into her flesh, and she knew she had to be ready for what was coming next.

Professor Akshar approached her, his eyes gleaming with malice as he looked down at her naked, humiliated body. He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her pussy, and Sneha flinched at the sudden contact. But she knew she had to stay still, she had to obey his every command. She was his puppet, his plaything, and she had to do what he said.

"Now," Professor Akshar said, his voice cold and hard, "who can tell me what a uterus looks like?"

The class was silent, the students staring at Sneha's naked, humiliated form, their eyes wide with shock and excitement. No one answered Professor Akshar's question. They were too busy staring, too busy enjoying the show.

Professor Akshar's eyes scanned the room, landing on a boy in the front row. "You," he said, pointing at him. "Come up here. I want you to show the class what a uterus looks like."

The boy, a lanky lad with acne-scarred cheeks and a nervous smile, stood up and approached the table. He looked down at Sneha, his eyes wide with shock and excitement as he took in her naked, humiliated body.

"Well?" Professor Akshar prompted, his voice cold and hard. "Show us. Use Sneha as a... dummy, if you will."

The boy hesitated, his eyes flicking from Sneha's face to her pussy and back again. He reached out, his fingers trembling as he traced the curve of her labia, his touch light and uncertain.

"That's not a uterus," Professor Akshar snapped, his voice cold and hard. "Use your fingers, boy. Feel around. You should be able to find it easily enough."

The boy nodded, his face flushing with embarrassment as he reached out again. This time, his touch was firmer, more confident, as he probed Sneha's pussy, his fingers searching for her uterus. Sneha flinched at the sudden contact, her body shaking with humiliation and fear, but she knew she had to stay still, she had to obey.

The boy's fingers moved inside her, searching, exploring, as he tried to find her uterus. Sneha could feel the invasion, the intrusion, and she knew she had to endure it, she had to take it. She was at his mercy, just as she had been at the mercy of the boys.

Finally, the boy's fingers found what they were looking for, and he pulled back, his face flushing with embarrassment as he turned to the class. "I... I found it," he stammered, his voice shaking. "It's... it's like a small, soft pouch inside her."

Professor Akshar nodded, his expression unreadable. "Very good," he said, his voice cold and hard. "Now, who's next? Let's see if anyone else can find it."

One by one, the boys in the class approached Sneha, their eyes gleaming with shock and excitement as they looked down at her naked, humiliated body. One by one, they reached out, their fingers probing, exploring, as they searched for her uterus. Sneha lay there, her body shaking with humiliation and fear, as they touched her, as they invaded her, as they used her like a dummy.

And as they did, she cursed herself for staying alive, for enduring this, for being the subject of such serial humiliation. She was a cheater, a slut, a whore, and she deserved nothing less.