No, the audience wants more.

Andrew pulled Samantha off his flacid cock, sighing happily before passing her to Henry to wreck. Comments continued to scroll on the live chat, giving Andrew more ideas of what to do to the sluts though there was a growing problem of space. He looked around the room and sighed; they would have to move the girls but how? Emily seemed willing enough, Kairy was broken, and Samantha could be compelled, but it would interrupt the show, and his own pleasure.

He went over the to the machine to ask what the rest of the crowd wanted as he listened to Samantha moaning hard into her gag. Henry was plowing her ass with his well-endowed cock; the fear and pain in her eyes matched that of Kairy who lay on next to her on the bed leaking semen onto the bed while whipering. Each thrust was making Samantha drool and buck as her ass tried to accomodate the invader. No pleasure for the whore though was forthcoming, as Henry continued to deny her release. Everything that was happening was for his enjoyment, and he had no intention of letting the poor girl get anything out of the experience.

The comments flowing up on the screen confirmed Andrew's suspicions, the audience wanted the girls to suffer more and be available to them all. It wouldn't be possible in the hotel room, but if he could get them to a new location. He looked around the room and asked his question aloud, "Hey, do you guys know a place we can move these fuck toys so that our grateful audience might have a turn with them?"

The salary man looked up from his chair with a wide, fightening grin, showing off his pearly white teeth, "Oh, I know a place. Its a warehouse, on the outskirts of town. No one will look for them there, trust me."

Everyone, except the victims, agreed to the idea and soon the address was posted on the screen along with an estimate time for people to show up. Henry had the brilliant idea to suggest to the audience to bring outfits, sex toys, and whatever else they wanted to use on the girls much to crowd's delight. The business man, whose name turned out to be Ted, headed downstairs since he had use of a limo from his company and a driver who'd be delighted to keep the transportation a secret if he could get a taste of Emily.

That left Andrew, Henry, and Richard with needing a way to transport each girl down to the car garage. Richard chose Kairy, of course, and had per put on her sparkling lolita dress in front of the camera. Defeated, Kaiy complied with Richard's every demand starting by shoving a massive pink dido into her loose folds. It fit poorly into her floppy pussy and would have slid back out if she hadn't pulled up her butterfly thong to hold it in place. The girl was beyond the ability to care who saw her as she was marched out the door, just as Richard used his phone to turn the device on leaving her weak in the knees.

Samantha was going to be too much of a handful, so Henry just knocked her out with a dose of the remaining sedative she'd used on Emily. He carried her out of the room in her arms having dressed her in her prom dress. As far as anyone was concerned, he was a gentleman taking his girlfriend home from drinking too much. Emily, though, was not nearly as lucky; Andrew wanted to humiliate her as much as possible given she acting so obedient. He needed her to suffer at least a little along the way till she was fully broken.

Emily was not taken down the stairs to the garage, but was instead ordered to walk through the most public part of the lobby to meet the limo out front. It would be her last walk of shame before she'd be forever his fuck slut, doomed to spend the rest of her life servicing him until she was pregnant and then sold off to some whore house.

The shame was overwhelming as Emily walked through the hallway to the elevator, unable to defy Andrew's commands despite wanting to do anything but what she was doing. Her favorite, childhood dress was covered in cum-stains and at this point positively see-through, her flesh cast only in a pink glow. Her legs quivered at each step, the vibrations running through her pussy making it hard to think; Andrew had stuffed three vibrating eggs into her extremely tight cunt. Thinking was nearly impossible, as she leaned against the wall for support. Her breathing was erratic, forcing her to concentrate what little willpower she had left into just existing.

The door opened and a group of guys walked past her, stopping to take pictures of her as she wobbled into the elevator. Her skirt had been pushed out so much that the bottom of her tummy, soak and distended panties, and cum-splattered thighs were fully on display as the men jeered at her. The humiliation was too visceral, and Emily felt the stirrings of another orgasm coming. Thankfully, the door close before she was **** to humilate herself further by cumming for the men. Instead, she let it course through her body, wracking her so hard that Emily was sent writhing to the floor.

She lay there convulsing, the pulsating clouding her brain as she drifted between consciousness and unconsciousness. Emily tried to stand, but only succeeded at falling onto her back and spreading her legs wide, bent at the knee, just as the doors opened again. Everyone in front of the lobby elevator, could see her trembling labia and copious fluids leaking down her thighs. Some gasped, others pulled out their phones, and still others stared in lecherous disbelief.

Emily scrambled, as quickly as her legs could muster, to get back onto her feet, and began to push through the crowd as hands groped her ass, "Don't look at me!"

On unsteady legs, she made her way to the front doors and onto the street where onlookers could see her parading about, practically naked. The limo was nowhere to be seen, no refuge awaited her. People were now talking about her; she heard words like "slut", "Whore", "cum guzzler", used to describe her. Emily's cheeks were flushing red as the urge to cum overcame her again, sending her to her knees in the middle of the sidewalk. Subconsciously, her hands were now between her legs pressing the vibrators against her clit, deeper into her pussy, and along her outer lips, hitting every erogenous zone. She needed release, and couldn't stop herself from getting it as her mind screamed at her body to stop fucking herself in public.

So lost she was in her struggle, Emily didn't notice the limo pull up, and Andrew roughly pull her inside, until after the door had closed.