A moderator intervenes

As Jess tried to process the whirlwind of emotions coursing through her, a moment of clarity pierced through the haze of pleasure and confusion. She couldn't help but feel a sense of disbelief at the realization that the best sex she'd ever had had just been eclipsed by an anonymous viewer's fifty dollar donation. She was still twitching from the aftermath of the completely loveless objectification.

But before she could fully grasp the gravity of that, another payment notification appeared on the screen. Followed by another, and another. She didn't have the energy to protest before her body was ravaged by pleasure once again, so much meat made to twitch for their voyeuristic enjoyment. Each climax came more quickly than the last, her overstimulated body trembling and helpless in its wake.

The relentless onslaught of pleasure left Jess feeling drained and ****, her body aching with exhaustion as she struggled to catch her breath. But even as she tried to regain her composure, the payments kept coming, each one driving her further and further into a state of blissful abandon.

Her rational mind rebelled against the dehumanizing treatment she was being subjected to, railing against the injustice of being reduced to a mere object of desire. But another part of her, a primal instinct buried deep within her subconscious, responded to the overwhelming pleasure with a surrender that she couldn't control. And her rational mind was growing more and more stunned as the orgasms pounded through her.

It was only when a moderator intervened, stopping the chat from making any more payments, that the trembling girl was finally given a moment of reprieve. As the last waves of pleasure washed over her, she collapsed onto her side on the saturated couch, her body jerking with the aftershocks of her climax.

Exhausted and spent, Jess lay there in a daze, her mind reeling from the intensity of her experience. She couldn't help but feel a sense of abstract shame, but she couldn't focus enough to pinpoint why. And when she was able to focus on the chat comments commanding her to thank them, she knew she had **** but to obey. Completely numb, she mustered the strength to sit up, her breath still ragged as she gazed at the screen in a glassy eyed stupor.

Her body is slick with sweat, rivulets of moisture coursing down her skin and pooling in the valley of her heaving cleavage. Her uniform remained immaculate, glistening and clinging. She felt exposed and ****, her thighs still twitching from the lingering sensations of pleasure that had wracked her body moments before.

Abandoning all dignity, Jess mumbled a thank you to the unseen viewers, her voice barely above a whisper. She can feel their eyes on her, their gaze penetrating as she performed a very real act of submission. She felt a surge of shame at the thought of pandering to the whims of her captors, but knew she couldn't take another round of orgasms.

The moderator chimed in: Good girl. You're progressing nicely.