On a miss, you cum and are taken somewhere else.

Ayumi's eyes were half-closed flickering in time with the vibrations that penetrated her body. The entire experience was new; she'd never even considered masturbating before, much less in front of an audience. She rotated the device around her pussy pressing it gingerly against her clit eliciting a high pitched squeal from her lips. Her legs spread wider as much for the audience as it was so that she could better reached the entirety of her pussy. Dark stains were forming in her panties as the juices flowed freely from her flower until the material was sticky and clear, clinging her to body lewdly. Comments were streaming across the chat, but Ayumi was too far gone to read them her mind drifting in and out of consciousness.

"Unn Unn," Ayumi's squealing moans filled the air as she grew closer to climax. Her eyelashes fluttered as she drifted in and out of awareness her senses overridden by the growing need within and burning desire for release. The sound of the vibrator droned out the chat further as lines touting her as a 'slut' or 'whore' began to scroll at a rapid pace. Soon her viewers were puzzling out just what school was represented by the emblem on her outfit with many of them expressing shock that someone would be so brazen. Next, her audience had figured out her name and location with a few considering taking the opportunity to pay her a visit after the stream was over.

It was then that she was brought back to the present her pussy drenched and dripping out of her panties. She heard a loud ping from the computer as a new window opened up to reveal someone was sending her a private message. Ayumi leaned forward causing the wand to press harder against her clit and sending her into the first orgasm of her young life. Her mouth was opened in a wide O while her legs locked and shuddered her eyes rolling back. The vaginal walls contracted against an imaginary cock leaving her breathless and unable to process anything coherently. Once the wave had died down, she was back to reading the screen to see what her anonymous viewer had asked.

The words were shocking to her leaving Ayumi in a sense of dread and foreboding: "Ayumi Tanaka, I know who you are. If you want me to keep this a secret, come to the following address."

Ayumi gulped unawares that her name was already spreading online and that this **** was only the beginning of her fall. The address was to a motel in the bad part of town. Another line of text popped up before she could pry herself from the computer: "Also wear the following..."