The next morning didn’t feel so good. Renya woke up with a massive hangover, and a sore vagina filled with fresh semen. The sun was just beginning to peek up over the horizon.

Jason was still awake and in the middle of having his way with her sleeping body.
“Stop it, I’m tired” Renya said groggily.
She complained a little at his thrusting, but he was close to cumming, so he just held her down till finished inside of her, using Renya as his personal cum dumpster.
“Ah, ah… unnng’ stop, you’re too big… you’re hurting me… oh, oh ,.. oooooh” she grunted as he raped her to a unwilling orgasm.

As it turned out, cumming from being raped while she was half asleep still felt pretty good.

“Morning babe.. you were a great lay last night… we should do it again sometime.”

“Sure… what’s your number?”

“My publicist will get in contact with you… don’t call me, I’ll call you…” he said absentmindedly, as if this was something he’d said enough times it had become routine.
Renya wondered if he had any intention at all of calling her, or if he was just brushing her off.

He kissed her on the lips delicately, as if he’d heard her thoughts and wanted to assuage her.
“My wife’s been getting bored back at the mansion without me, and I have a few places for some more mistresses open in my harem. after the last meat lottery call I lost a couple of my favourites. If you keep me interested, you might just earn a place.

It wasn’t exactly the most romantic overture she would have expected, like in her favourite harem romance novels, but she’d be a fool to turn down the opportunity to be a minor harem mistress to a rock star.

“I’d love that” she said with more genuineness than she actually felt in the moment

“Great. Now collect your things, and see yourself out. I'm done with you for today.” He said, as he rolled back over to continue sleeping in.

Hana and Shannon were both receiving the same treatment. Shannon was failing to hide her disappointment, though she was trying hard. Hana seemed to be taking getting kicked out of the penthouse by her boyfriend rather well. Renya guessed this had become a regular thing for her. She kissed Tatsumi on the cheek and rose to leave.
“Bye babe, see you at the show again tonight?” Hana looked like she had him in the palm of hef hand.

Renya started looking for her dress. She found her shoes, and corset, but couldn't find her panties or dress. She felt really seedy. That aphrodisiac was beginning to wear off, and she was starting to realise that in addition to making her horny, it had also made her a bit dumber. She didn’t mind that much.. but maybe she’d feel different later.

“Stop looking for your dress… the boys made Shannon throw all of them in the trash incinerator after you passed out while getting fucked. Its something they do to all the groupies they fuck. They call it the walk of shame.” Hana said as if it were normal… it probably was for her now.

Renya felt embarrassed. Was she really going to have to return to her dorm room naked apart from her boots?

Shannon looked away, slightly ashamed at what she had done for the boys the night before. It looked like all three of them were going to be making the walk of shame all the way back to their dormrooms.

The long elevator ride down was in perfect silence. None of them felt comfortable saying anything. Being naked in public wasn’t exactly unusual, but it was mostly on Feast Day, or if you were a Meatgirl. So it still felt awkward to Renya, being naked in public, despite there being no laws against it.

As they walked away from the hotel, they caught the stares of the hotel staff. It seemed clear that they all knew Renya and her girlfriends were slutty groupies that had fucked the bandmembers last night. The boy-cum still dripping from Renya’s exposed pussy would leave them in no doubt.

As they walked out the hotel’s front doors, and out onto the street, they got a few odd looks from pedestrians. Most, though, minded their own business. In fact, as they continued down the street, Renya realised that they were actively looking away from the trio of naked women.

She guessed they all thought they were meatgirls on their way to the plant after their last fuck. Renya would probably avert her gaze too, if she saw a meatgirl on the street… seeing them was always a sore reminder that most girls' lives ended at the hands of a butcher.

Somewhere high above them, hidden behind silvered windows, the boys from the band were probably looking down on them, enjoying the show. Renya felt humiliated at having to parade herself for their small entertainment.

At least when they all got back to the dorms, she could crash in her bunk. She didn’t have any lectures that day, so she could get some shuteye before picking the books back up. She hoped Jason would call, or at least his publicist. Despite the mean way he was treating her, she was already starting to miss riding his big cock.

Thankfully, the dorms were within walking distance from this part of town, so they didn’t have to catch public transport back.

They arrived, haggard back at the dorms, exhausted from a full night of partying, substance taking, and fucking. Renya just wanted a quick shower, then she’d slip back into her hoodie and collapse into her bed.

Instead, she was greeted by her roomie; Kesha, her dorm manager, and two uniformed Dolcett County meat inspectors waiting outside her dorm room for her.
“Shit” she uttered, not really believing her eyes.

“There she is” Kesha called out, pointing to Renya, Shanon and Hana from the other end of the hall. “I told you that bitch was breaking curfew”

The dorm manager crossed her arms over her ample bosom. There was only one punishment for curfew skipping: expulsion… and because Renya was on scholarship, and Shannon and Hana had other study exemptions from processing dates… that meant all three of them had just become meat.

There was no chance to explain themselves, or to plead for mercy. One look at the hungover naked girls, their cooches still wet with cum told the meat inspectors all they needed to know.
The closest inspector yanked her hands behind her back and the cuffs snapped firmly onto Renya’s wrists.

None of the girls bothered to resist as they were frogmarched to a waiting meatwagon. They all knew there was nothing they could say to save themselves. They had sealed their own fates the minute they’d decided to break curfew to see the Death Abyss performance.