They're loaded into a van

Karen can feel the tears falling down her cheeks, mingling with the cum still staining her face and adding to the taste on her lips as she's pushed into the back of a police van. Eugene and Becca climb in behind her and Karen hangs her head, her cheeks burning with shame.

Feeling the van begin to move, Karen finally looks up, scanning the van. All six of them have been caught, and all six of them are now sat in the back of the van, completely naked, hands cuffed behind their backs with no way to cover up, and she's momentarily pleased to see that at least the men's erections have gone down.

"So what is this?" Eugene finally asks, looking around them all. "Some kind of sex cult?"

"I... I couldn't help myself," Emma begins to cry from beside Karen. "I think I've been brainwashed or something."

Becca scoffed. "Like we haven't heard that old story before," she moans, looking back down at her cum stained uniform. "Believe me, you're not getting any sympathy from me you sick fucks."

Everyone falls silent for a moment, the van bouncing a little as it moves through the streets of the city.