The room erupted into a cacophony of whispers and murmurs as the students looked at each other, unsure of how to react. Some looked at Seema with pity, others with a mix of excitement and fear. The headmaster's words hung in the air like a guillotine, waiting to drop on any who dared to refuse his twisted command.

One by one, the boys approached her, their eyes wide with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Seema's mind was a whirlwind of emotions - anger, fear, but also a strange, burning curiosity. She had never felt so objectified, so used. Yet, there was something about the headmaster's power, the way he had made her body respond despite her mind's protests, that was oddly alluring.