Webslut Part 6 - 10 free porn video

I'm not the author of this story! But I loved the story and loves to do this to a real slut some day! I hope you will enjoy the story as much as I did!

Part 06
A week passed since Madison had met with Hannah and had their day of fun. Madison still hadn't posted the nude pictures of Hannah on the website. Actually, she had agreed not to do it until Hannah picked out one extremely slutty thing for Madison to do, and if Madison actually went through with it, Hannah's pictures were free to be posted. That was their arrangement.

Madison continued to orgasm thinking about her slutty behavior - her public sex, her photo-taking and dirty talk and bisexuality and, ultimately, parading around a mall half naked and flashing her tits and wearing even less in a park, and posting pictures of it all to a porn site for everyone to see.

She was really getting quite a following. It seemed like every time she logged in she had a dozen messages telling her she was a hot sexy babe or a hot nasty piece of ass or something in between. They all wanted her, though, and they all had her - at least through the screen of their computers. And she loved it, knowing they were jacking off to her and calling her names they would never repeat to her face or type in a message.

About two weeks later, when Madison's latest tryst began to get boring in her fantasies as usual, Hannah finally sent her a text message.

"Hi Madison! Finally picked out your slutty thing you need to do to post my pics - can I have your email? It's long"

Madison quickly replied with her email and waited for what seemed like hours before she received an email detailing what she had to do. She opened it, and began to read, and this is what it said:

Hi Madison! Sorry it's been a while but as you know I'm not crazy about the idea of having nude pictures of me posted online. So I had to come up with something crazy enough that if you actually do it, it is so slutty and I will admit defeat and let you post my pics wherever as long as you don't give out my name or any other information about me. Part of me hopes you chicken out and I remain clothed in all the pictures of me online. But part of me really wants to see you do this because it's so damn risky and hot!

Basically I found this dare online and changed it a little bit to suit what we're doing here. Basically it has to do with rolling dice to see what pictures you have to post online and maybe post some other things about yourself with them. So here it is!

First let's find out how many photos you'll be taking:

1 - 8 photos

2 - 3 photos

3 - 4 photos

4 - 6 photos

5 - 10 photos

6 - 12 photos

Obviously you'll be naked, but do you have to do something special to your body for the photos?

1 - before you take any photos, write "Slut" on your stomach

2 - nothing

3 - nothing

4 - take one additional photo and write your first and last name on your stomach or chest

5 - do 1 and 4

6 - take one additional photo and write "whore" on your face and ass, using your mouth and asshole for the "o"

Will you have to show your face? This applies to all photos.

1-2 - No

3-4 - Yes

5-6 - No

What poses will you be in for the photos? [Two Dice] (Roll for each photo

you are required to take):

2 - On all fours, ass facing camera

3 - On all fours, ass facing camera, cheeks spread apart and showing your

hole.

4 - Full frontal nude (face shown if required, not necessary otherwise)

5 - Full rear nude

6 - Close-up spreading pussy

7 - Close-up asshole

8 - Front upper body shot, face showing if required

9 - Fingering pussy (toying it every time past the first they you roll this number)

10 - Ass shot (cheeks not spread)

11 - On all fours, side of body shot (face looking at camera if required,

otherwise not necessary [you can look away])

12 - fingering ass (toying it every time past the first that you roll this number)

What other information will be posted with your photos?

1 - First and Last name

2 - Email address

3 - First name, Last name, and email address

4 - City/state, First name, Last name, email address and age

5 - Nothing

6 - Age

How many websites will the photos be posted at?:

1 - 1

2 - 3

3 - 4

4 - 6

5 - 6

6 - 5

How long will the photos stay on the website?:

1 - Forever

2 - Forever

3 - 1 month

4 - 3 months

5 - 5 days

6 - 6 months

That's it! If you do it, and I bet you will, you can either do it the way it is and I will trust you not to lie about what you roll and then you can post my pictures, after you post yours and with no information about me of course. Just the pictures. Let me know what you think!

"Wow," thought Madison. "I made it through the first paragraph and the first roll of the dice thinking the task wouldn't be that bad. And the second roll I actually thought was really hot - I wouldn't mind writing "slut" on my body for a picture, I like the thought of being forced to do that anyway. Ohhhh, that makes me horny, being called a slut while I smoke and pose for the camera, and showing everyone what a slut for exposure I am."

Madison began to speak softly to herself, out loud. "And there's only really a small chance of having to write my name on my body. Risky, sure, but if I got horny I know I'd want to take the chance. And the third set of rolls, deciding what poses I'd be doing, that's not bad. I'd already be naked and exposed, the pose really doesn't matter that much except it's nice for the people looking at the pictures I guess."

"That fourth roll, though - wow! Having my name, my email, my location, and my age possibly exposed to everyone who sees the pictures?! Wow. I mean basically anyone who saw these could find out exactly who I am, and if anyone I knew ever looked at them? It would be game over. I'd be so humiliated! Not to mention that someone could ruin me with those!"

Madison stared at the screen, not taking her eye off of that roll. She decided her email address and her age wouldn't be a big deal if they got out there - but her name, her location - especially her name - or, God forbid, all of the above! It would be possible that she would be humiliated beyond belief.

Continuing on, Madison read the next roll about posting on multiple websites. "Not a huge deal," she thought. "My pictures are probably on tons of websites anyway, or they will be if I do this. I'd just have to find a few more to post on."

The last roll, determining the duration of her exposure, made Madison stop and think a little bit. "Well, maybe if it's just for a couple days or a week, it wouldn't be long enough for someone to do something really awful to me or for someone I know to see them." It made her actually consider doing the dare rather than scaring her away. Of course there was the possibility that her most intimate information would be exposed eighths pictures forever, but she really focused on the odds that it wouldn't happen rather than the odds that it would.

Still, though, Madison wasn't sure it was something she was willing to do, or something a sane person would consider, even a girl who had begun to accept the fact that she was an exhibitionist slut and she liked to show her body off as much as she did. She quickly typed an email back to Hannah, saying that she would have to give it some thought but she would let her know what she decided.

Over the next couple days, Madison tried to put Hannah's email out of her mind. She almost had herself convinced that it was nuts to do that dare and she was going to back out. Thinking hard, she wasn't sure she even cared that much about the chance to post Hannah's pictures anymore.

The problem, though, was that it seemed to creep back into her head at the worst possible time - sitting in class, about to fall asleep at night, dinner with friends, sitting in class again. She imagined how it would feel, her heart beating faster than ever before and her pussy soaked with her juices as she rolled those dice. Madison imagined the orgasm she would get after posting the pictures, or maybe even halfway through the dare. And she imagined not being cute, innocent Madison anymore, but being Madison Holt the exposed webslut from Naperville, Illinois, with "slut" and her name written on her stomach and her email address listed for anyone who wanted to send her a message.

Madison thought about how amazing it would be if she could escape to a fantasy land and try it for a day, a week, maybe a month - try to see how exposed she could get. Imagining even deeper, she thought about how she would try to make sure every adult male in the free world knew who webslut Madison Holt is and how to find her and tell her what a slut she had been and how her pictures served as masturbation material for everyone they knew. She would do it if only she would be able to wake up and take it back.

"Madison! Madison, are you with us!" The professor's voice would ring out as he could clearly sense that she wasn't paying attention. She couldn't sleep at night without waking up with dreams of ultimate exposure floating in her head. Slowly, she gave in to those dreams one night a few days later - she began to touch herself.

Madison hated it. She hated herself. She hated that she had these fantasies and that the thought of being exposed like that would make her so aroused. Wasn't it good enough to show off her goods in public anymore? Wasn't it good enough to post nude pictures anonymously?

And really, she knew that it was a bad idea deep inside. Her gut wrenched with thoughts of the awful things that might happen if she posted nude pictures with her name attached, or with nasty words written on her body. Sometimes, she just wished she could be an innocent girl hoping someday to meet the man of her dreams and get married and have k**s and a career and live the American Dream. But as a week or so went by, it became clear that she wasn't that girl anymore, and she didn't know if that girl would ever be back. She didn't want the American Dream - she wanted webslut Madison's dream - the chance at ultimate exposure.

Madison laid in bed eight nights after Hannah had sent her email. She couldn't sleep; she was dreaming about being exposed again. Her head filled with thought of being a completely humiliated online slut. For eight days she dreamed and wondered, and considered the date to varying degrees, but for eight days she had resisted the urge to actually do the dare quite well - but she had also resisted the urge to give in to her urges to fantasize about it. Madison had refused to masturbate to her fantasies. She was actually beginning to understand her sexual needs well enough to know that her horny pussy would force her to roll those dice if she started to touch it. "I can't do this," she thought. "I can't fuck myself thinking about this - it'll be game over."

What wound up happening, though, was that her fantasy grew and began to consume her, fueled by pent up sexual energy. It began to consume her thoughts to the point that she quite literally couldn't focus on anything else. So on that eighth night, when Madison closed her eyes, her frustrated, wanton, greedy pussy forced its way into her mind, showing her a picture of herself. In the picture she was completely nude, with "slut" written on her stomach in big red letters and her name - yes, Madison Holt was written across her chest. She was smiling as she posed, knowing the world would soon know what a slut Madison Holt really was.

And the caption! "Webslut Madison Holt from Naperville IL wanted to be exposed online for all. Spread her nude pictures all over the web!" Madison couldn't take it anymore. She loved every moment - she wanted every inch of her body to be exposed along with her name and anything else that might be required. She wanted the reputation, the disgrace, the shame, the risk and the consequences. It didn't matter anymore what happened to her as a result. If it made her feel as horny and slutty as she imagined it would feel, she would expose herself with no limits or reservations.

Madison awoke from several minutes of fantasizing to find her pajama shorts soaked and her fingers drenched in her pussy juice. She stuffed those fingers in her mouth as she moved deliberately in the direction of her dildo. Nothing else mattered - her fantasy of being completely exposed, name and all, had won, and its first action in its new dominion over her was a simple one - she was going to get herself off thinking about it.

Dildo in hand, Madison paused for one more moment before beginning to satisfy herself. She paused only long enough to take a lipstick from her makeup bag, face the mirror in her bedroom, and write "slut" in large red letters on her stomach. "There, "said Madison. "Now they will all know what I really am - and how much I want this."

Madison couldn't resist anymore. She ripped off her shorts and panties and plunged the dildo deep into her pussy as she began to lift her shirt off with her free hand. Soon, her dildo was soaked in her juices and she had managed to remove her shirt and bra.

"I'm a slut," she said as she watched herself in the mirror opposite her bed. "I want to be exposed, ohhhh god yes, exposed and my pictures spread all over! I want everyone to know I'm a slut - ohhhhh a filthy, dirty ducking we slur that gets off on - on - ohhhhh! I'm Madison Holt and I get off on everyone knowing what a slut I am!"

Madison pinched her nipples as she fucked herself before removing her dildo and thrusting it down her throat. She fucked her throat good and rough - used it really - until the taste of her pussy was no longer coating the toy. Pinching her nipples, she thrust the dildo back into her pussy, moaning and begging for more exposure.

"Post me on every website you can think of," she said, fucking and pinching. "Post my name, my town, post me do that everyone who googles me will see Madison Holt with 'slut' on her body, ohhhhh God I want this! She was already about to cum.

"Yes, yes, yesssss! Post me and spread me so much I can't ever take it back! Ohhhh yes humiliate me, I'm such a slut, show me off, I'm - I'm a slut - slut- I'm a SLUT, EXPOSE ME, OHHHHH!"

Madison erupted with a v******e she had never felt before. Her hips bucked into the dildo and she rode it as she came, shaking so badly she couldn't control her arms or legs. She had fucked herself into another dimension, spurred on by fantasies of being the world's most exposed amateur slut.

She didn't stop - Madison had three more orgasms, all in a row, all in similar fashion. The only thing that really changed was that for the third one she fingered her ass with her free hand instead of pinching her nipples, and before the last one she actually took a picture of herself with "slut" on her stomach and posted it to the porn site, albeit omitting her name, saving the fun for her dare.

Madison awoke the next day a little embarrassed at herself and her desires and her playtime the night before. She was scared she would actually do it - no, at this point she knew she was going to do it. There was still part of her that didn't want to, that safe and sane and under control part of her that wanted to be a good girl and wanted to want all the things she was supposed to want - a husband and k**s someday, a good career. Madison knew she could literally be throwing those things away if she took her fantasies too far.

But she was so, so horny. The fantasies she had were, she knew, greater than any of those things she was supposed to want. She was addicted to exposure, addicted to being a slut for exposure and humiliation, and addicted most of all to the orgasms it gave her.

Madison knew she would do it - it was just a matter of when. She tried to hold out and reason with herself, but her sensible side was losing again. Six days after her four-orgasm night, she sat down and, too horny to do anything else, plotted her dare.

First, she texted her friend Hannah, letting her know that she would be doing the dare and that her nude pictures would soon be posted on the porn site. Hannah replied that she couldn't wait to see what happened and told Madison that as soon as her dare was done and her pictures posted, she could post the ones of Hannah.

Next, Madison stripped off her clothes - she was going to have to take them all off for her pictures anyway - and sat on the floor in her bedroom with her phone and two dice, and re-read the dare, lightly stroking her pussy as she did. Already fantasizing about her potential to be completely exposed, she was ready to roll the dice.

"First, how many pictures?" She said out loud. Closing her eyes, she took one die into her hand and shook it, giving it a slight toss onto the floor. Madison didn't think or fantasize too much about this one - after all, it wasn't one of the rolls that could cause extreme exposure and humiliation.

"Four," she thought as she looked at the cast die. Looking at her printout of the dare rules, she saw that she would be taking six pictures. "Not bad," she thought. "What's next?" Madison continued to stroke her pussy at the thought of the potential of the dare as she read. Her heart began to race - this dare was really risky and was really going to get exciting!

Her heart started to pound as she read the rules for the next roll. There was a possibility that she would roll a four, and then she would have to write her first and last name on her stomach or chest for all the pictures. This really got Madison's heart beating fast. It was truly risky - basically, anyone looking at the pictures would know who she was. There would be no escaping that - not even by lying and saying she didn't want the pictures posted, or by saying that it was another girl that just happened to look a lot like her.

Rubbing her pussy hard, Madison stopped to think about what the next roll meant. She felt shame at wanting it, and reluctance was slowly creeping back into her mind. Did she really want this after all? It was hot, oh so hot, but was it worth it? Madison slapped her pussy hard and made herself roll.

"One," she said out loud. "Write slut on your stomach." Blood rushed back into her hands and feet and even her brain as Madison felt relieved to not have to write her name on her body. "Ohhhh, this is amazing," Madison whispered to herself. She felt tranced, almost high, as her heart raced as the risk she was taking started to grip her before she rolled, and she slowly came down from her high as the risk evaporated. Slowly, she stroked her pussy with her hand as she couldn't help but become aroused as a result.

Grabbing a red lipstick, she slowly made out the letters on her stomach. "S," she said slowly as she drew the curved letter on her body. "L," she said as she made sexy eyes at herself in the mirror, drawing the next letter. The letters were big, about six inches high, the first two just to her right of her bellybutton, or the left for someone looking at her from the front. The vertical midpoint of the letters sat just s couple inches below her glistening navel piercing.

"U," she said slowly as she drew the third letter. "And, finally, T. There. Slut!" She said. "Slut. Now everyone looking will know exactly what I am. A slut." Madison began rubbing her pussy again as she stood before her mirror, unable to control herself. "Exposed, shown off, horny little slut that loves posting her naked pictures all over the Internet." She began to finger herself as she stared at the word written on her body, secretly hoping that it would never fade or wash away and that an exposed slut was all she would ever be, until reality set in again.

It seemed to take all the concentration she had to pull her fingers out of her pussy and lick them clean and prepare for her next roll. "Will this slut have to show her face?" She said to her reflection after checking the rules again. It wasn't a huge deal for her at this point - she already had naked pictures posted, face and all, and she really didn't mind posting more. Yet she took the die into her hand and tossed it into the floor, happily exclaiming "three, I'm showing my face!" When the die landed.

Madison knew she had to finish rolling before she started masturbating again, or she might never finish rolling at all. She quickly picked up both dice and looked at the rules. "What poses will I have to do?" She said aloud, and quickly threw the dice onto the floor. "Eleven," she said. "Nice. Side body looking at the camera." She quickly picked up the dice and rolled again. "Four. Full frontal nude...wow, awesome!" Madison quickly grazed her pussy with one hand in excitement before reorienting herself to her task.

"Nine, fingering my pussy," she said. "That will be an easy one." She rolled again. "Six, close up spreading pussy. Two more left!" Madison rolled again, eager to start taking pictures. "Eight, front upper body shot." She rolled for her last picture. "Two. On all fours, ass facing camera." Now that she knew what pictures she would be taking, it was time to play the rest of the game.

Madison checked the rules again. "Ohhhh, this is a big one," she said excitedly. Looking over the rules, she could see that three of the possible outcomes would mean that she would be posting her full name with the pictures, giving her a 50 percent Janice of doing that. One of them, a four, would also require her to post her city and state. Her pussy swelled as she picked up one die again. Her hand began to shake at the thought of having to post her name and location with her online nudes. There would be no going back from that, and everyone would know exactly who she was.

Madison quickly gave the die a toss. "Two," she said. "Email address." Madison didn't know if she was relieved or disappointed to not post anything more. In a way, posting everything was the peak of her fantasies. There was a part of her that really wanted to be Webslut Madison, known all over the world for wanting to be an exposed whore. She couldn't get it out of her head. But as risky as it was, she knew it would take a game or a dare to get her to do it. "Well," she finally thought, "at least maybe people will send me nasty emails or something."

She looked at the rules again. "Ok, how many websites?" She said as she gave the die a toss. "One," she said. "One website. Well, that's not bad because I've only ever posted on one website, so I won't have to sign up for a bunch of new ones or anything." She gave the die a final toss, not really caring what the roll was, because she knew she planned on leaving the pictures up forever. It came up a two anyway, so forever it was.

Quickly, Madison settled in to taking her pictures. She placed the camera, set a timer, got on her bed on all fours and stuck her ass in the air as she waited for the camera to take the first picture, the side view. She looked at the camera and gave a big smile, wanting the world to know how excited she was to expose herself. She took the last picture next, leaving the camera in the same place but turning her body so her ass faced the camera. She submitted to the viewer, letting them find a slut happy to show her ass and ready for whatever use they could make of her.

Madison took the frontal pictures next, starting with the full frontal. She placed her left hand on her hip and, with her right, pointed to the word "SLUT" spelled out on her stomach. She gave a big, beautiful smile, wanting anyone who saw the picture to not only know she was a slut, but know she was thrilled to show it. She stood closer for the next picture, which showed everything from her bellybutton and the word "slut" upward. This time, she ran her hands through her hair seductively as there camera did its work.

Madison had saved the next two for last. She sat on her bed, camera in hand, and spread her pussy wide open and snapped a picture. "Mmmmm," she moaned. The next one might just be the most fun of all, she thought. Quickly she slipped two fingers into her pussy, and then three, moaning as she went. "I want four fingers," she said out loud, breathing heavily and unable to control herself. "Four fingers will make me look soooo slutty! I want to show everyone how much of a slut I am!" Madison eased a fourth finger into her pussy and snapped her last picture.

Madison paused only long enough to load the porn site on her phone and upload the six new pictures. It took less than a minute, and she could see herself in all her nude glory, with "slut" on her stomach, on the internet for all to see. Satisfied, she closed her eyes and focused her attention back on her wet, swollen pussy. As her mind drifted into a land of fantasy, though, she thought of posting pictures that were far more identifying than the ones she had, in fact, posted.

"Yessss, I'm a slut," she moaned. Through her closed eyelids she could see herself standing nude with her full name written across her stomach, posing for a picture. She imagined her name and location filling the subject line of a gallery filled with several pictures. The thought driver her wild, and she pushed her fingers deep into her pussy as she reveled in her fantastic debauchery.

"Ohhhh, yes, I'm such a slut. Expose me! Use me! Look at me!" She moaned. "I'm Madison Holt and I'm nothing but an exposed slut and, ohhhhh, and I want everyone to know it!" She was fucking herself furiously now, practically beating her pussy with her fingers as her imagination ran wild. "I need it, I need to be, oooohhhhh, I need more, I need my name out there and everything! I need to be a slut!"

Madison began to fantasize even more deeply. She imagined her pictures popping up on all sorts of websites as people took them and reposted them and called her a stupid slut and an easy fuck every time. She began to imagine being known all over the internet by name as an exposed whore. But this time, she didn't have the chance to moan her fantasies out loud. As she continued to furiously fuck her pussy, a huge orgasm took over her body. Her legs shook and her arms went numb as she moaned a long string of incomprehensible filth.

Madison was not done. No, she loved it too much. She got up, went to her dresser, and pulled her favorite dildo out of a drawer. In a rush, she didn't even crawl back into bed, she simply laid in the floor with her feet resting on the footboard and quickly slipped the dildo into her waiting cunt.

Closing her eyes again, Madison returned to her fantasy. "Oh yes, please spread my pictures, ohhhh, spread them all over the internet," she moaned as she bit her lip while she fucked herself. "I want to completely lose control of - ohh! Lose control of them! I want to never be able to take it back! I'll be webslut Madison Holt forever! I'll be a filthy slut shown off to the world, and I'll do it better than any - any other slut out there! Ohhhhh yes!"

"Google Madison Holt and all you get - all you get is - is a bunch of naked pictures of some stupid slut! Ohhhh yes, yes! Send me emails and tell me what a nasty slut I am! I'm a - I'm a - I'm a sluuuuutttt!" Madison practically screamed as she had another thunderous orgasm.

Still not done, Madison flipped over and placed the dildo in her mouth, holding it with her teeth as she turned her head to he side and lowered her face to the floor. Stopping only to force the dildo deep into her mouth, she was soon pinching her left nipple with her left hand while two fingers of her right hand were teasing her asshole, ready to penetrate it.

Soon, Madison stood the dildo upright, leaning on her left elbow as she forced her mouth down over the fake cock. It was slimy and covered in her juice. Slowly, as she flicked her tongue over the shaft, she penetrated her waiting ass with her two fingers.

Soon, Madison was in heaven again, with two fingers furiously fucking her ass and her other hand clamped tightly around her nipple as she sucked her dildo. With the dildo in her mouth, she couldn't talk, but her fantasies came alive again in her mind. This time she was back at the mall, wearing only a tiny skirt and tiny unbuttoned jacket and heels. She walked through the mall with Hannah taking pictures of her every move.

She sat down on a bench and spread her legs. Anyone could see her exposed, shaven pussy. Hannah continued to take pictures as a few guys stopped and looked on. Teasing them, she lifted her legs in the air and plunged two fingers into her ass before winking and getting up to walk away.

Madison couldn't take it any more. In her fantasy, she first opened up her jacket to display her tits to everyone. Mouths dropped open around her as she smiled, eager to show the world what a slut she was. She walked, her heels clicking on the floor, the noise attracting the attention she needed. She made no move to cover herself as her tits bounced slightly with each step. What was once a few people staring had become a couple dozen.

Coming upon a trash can, Madison removed her jacket completely and stuffed it inside. Now, there was no going back. She was completely topless in a public shopping mall! She strutted as she walked about another 20 seconds before wanting it all. She removed her skirt and threw it over the railing and onto the lower level. There was really no going back now. She was completely nude, except for her heels, and she loved it!

Hannah continued to follow and take pictures as she strutted. People looked on, amazed. Guys pulled out their phones and took pictures and even videos of the naked slut. Finally, after traversing the length of the mall, she reached the food court. She sat down, and Hannah handed her a dildo. Quickly, she went to work, fucking herself out in the open for all to see.

Back in reality, a shuddering orgasm ripped through her body again, and as it did, things began to go awry. Her left arm, and the elbow on which she had placed most of her upper body weight, began to shake as she pounded her ass hard. Suddenly, it collapsed.

Madison was still sucking on her dildo when she lost all feeling in her arm, and with nothing else to support her, her mouth slid down instantly over the entire length of the dildo. She was out of breath, but she couldn't breathe due to the dildo being forced into her throat by the weight of her body. Madison coughed and gagged on the dildo, only strengthening her orgasm as her breathing stopped.

She convulsed. Not only could she no breathe, but the dildo had been shoved in her mouth with such force that she could not dislodge it by simply spitting it out. It was literally caught in her throat, which had widened to accept it even as she gagged.

She was still orgasming! Madison lacked all control of her body, and she couldn't force herself to get up and relieve herself of her predicament. In fact, as she struggled, she felt like more of a whore than ever. The loss of control terrified her and made her a wanton horny mess all at once. She began to panic. With her fingers still buried in her ass, and the dildo stuck in the back of her throat, all Madison could do was shove her quivering fingers deep in her ass until she orgasmed for a fourth time.

Finally, Madison managed to roll onto her side and use her left hand to pull the dildo out of her throat, bringing a seemingly never-ending trail of mucus out with it. She coughed violently as she gasped for air, pinching her nipples to prolong her fourth orgasm of the night. It was clear that Madison would do just about anything to get the release she craved.

Madison had another set of orgasms that night after having posted Hannah's pictures as well, and over the coming days she couldn't resist fucking herself silly at the slightest thought of her exposure. She noticed that she even started to dress more provocatively in class - she wore crop tops, although not as extreme as the ones she wore in the mall. She wore short shorts and short skirts, usually with no panties, and she usually made sure her cleavage was exposed.

In the coming days, sometimes guys would ogle her body and she instantly became dripping wet. She wanted so badly to rip all her clothes off, wherever she was - the library, the cafeteria, even in class, but she didn't. She just went back to her apartment and fucked herself like crazy. And of course, she continued to post her naked body on the porn site. But as always, the excitement of her adventures eventually wore off, leaving Madison wondering what she was going to do next.

Part 07
It had been a little over a month since Madison played the dice game. At first, it was exciting to her to be exposed as she had been. Over time, though, Madison found that she was no longer getting a rush out of just having her pictures posted on the web site. She remembered how it felt to roll those dice - the rush she got, the adrenaline, the pounding chest. She had been so horny! She had the best orgasm of her life!

As the days had gone by, though, she found that she was no longer getting off to her exposure - she was getting off to a fantasy. Ever since she had done that dare, she had fantasized about full and complete exposure. It was a hot fantasy, her name and everything plastered all over those pictures. She fantasized about googling her own name and finding nude pictures of herself. "Webslut Madison Holt wants to be exposed! She asked for this!" the captions would say.

Her fantasies seemed to come at the worst time too - in class, when she was with her friends, when she was out. She would start to fantasize that everyone there had seen her nude and knew that she was a slut for exposure, that she wanted her pictures spread around from website to website and that there would never be any taking it back. Madison fantasized about being ruined.

Of course, the sensible side of her told her it was a crazy idea, and that she was crazy for wanting it. She knew that, if her fantasies ever became real, she might not be able to get a job or have anything resembling a normal life. She would be completely humiliated. And the humiliation - well, it made her insatiably horny. There was a part of her that wanted the "good girl" life - a husband, k**s, a job teaching in school. But there was a part of her that wanted to be shown off and humiliated before the entire world. When she was calm, she could easily say no, but when she was aroused, there was not telling what she might do to get that orgasm she needed.

Madison had a bad day that day, about a month after her dice game. Her professor had yelled at her for not paying attention, the battery in her car died, and one of her good friends was mad at her because she heard Madison had made out with her ex-boyfriend. Of course, she didn't but that didn't matter. She sat down in her apartment and drifted off to dreamland. "Webslut Madison Holt!" was all she could think about. It was all she could ever be. It was all she needed. She needed relief. She craved that feeling of intense anxiety, her entire future in the hands of a couple of cubes with dots on them. She couldn't help herself - she was going to do it again.

She went online to a website where people talk about those sorts of things, and started to write a post. "I want to play a game," read the title. She explained the game, and explained that she wanted someone to help her with it. She didn't want to post the pictures herself, but wanted someone else to do it so that it would be out of her control. She assured the reader that she really wanted it, and that she got off to the idea and fantasized about it like crazy. She then said she would make a video with her dice rolls to prove that she wasn't cheating. As quickly as she typed the post, she sent it off into cyberspace.

The next day was Saturday, and Madison awoke late in the morning as usual. She checked for replies. The first couple didn't really seem interesting - just a guy looking for nude pictures and a guy wanting to meet her. "Fuck that," she said. Then she read another one - for some reason it caught her eye.

"Hi there. I just want to say I think what you are doing is very arousing. So I have an idea - I'm willing to help you out. But under one condition - I need you to prove that you are old enough to be doing this, and that you really want it. So take a couple of pictures for me, one of your drivers' license and another of you nude, with 'please expose me' written on your stomach in lipstick, and I will help you. This kind of stuff is risky for me as well as for you and, if you are serious about this, I am too - I just want to make sure that you are real."

Madison quickly knew she had found her match. The first thing she did was to take a shower, knowing that she wanted to look good for her pictures in case any of this actually worked. She then wrote 'please expose me' on her stomach, found her license, and took the pictures.

"Hi, yes, I am real, and I definitely want this," she wrote back.

A couple hours later, she got a reply. "Okay," he said, "Then go ahead and roll, send me the video and the pictures you take when you are done."

Madison took a deep breath. Her Saturday just got much more interesting. She sat down again on her bed, knowing that by the end of the day, her pictures could be spread around to the far corners of the internet. She couldn't help but touch herself a little at the thought. Having already washed the words off of her stomach, Madison was ready to roll. She stripped off her clothes and started her webcam.

"Hi, um, I'm - well, actually, I - I don't have to say my name yet, I guess. I'm ummm - oh, my god, I'm super horny right now! I actually - I'm making this video because I'm doing a little game today - a really risky game. I, um - I fantasize about being exposed all over - with my name, and all my information, being turned into a dirty little webslut, ohhhh" Madison began to touch herself as she spoke.

"I, umm, I get turned on, like, really turned on, by the thought of having my pictures and my name all over the internet, I - I like, I google my name and all I see are naked pictures, and then everybody I know finds out and - oh my god, I am such a slut for wanting this. Ohhhh, I'm such a little slut." Madison was touching herself again.

"So I'm going to roll dice and it's going to tell me a few things - like how many pictures to take and whether I'll have to share my name with all of you, and anything else about me. I know - this - this could like, ruin me," she said. "Like, I want you to know that I - I want it, I want to be exposed, I want to be turned into a webslut, ohhhhh God, I crave it, it - I want my pictures all over the internet! I want you to - ohhhh, please, take them and ruin me, ruin my reputation, ohhhh, I need this so much!" She was full-on fingering herself now as she spoke these words.

Madison knew that if she didn't stop fingering herself and start rolling, she'd never get done. So she stopped, licked her fingers seductively, and started to explain the game.

"Okay, so the first roll is - how many pictures I will be taking," she said. "So not a hugely risky roll." She grabbed the dice and threw them in a shoebox on her bed. "Four," she said, holding up the die. "So I'll be taking six pictures. Ohhh, this makes me so excited, like, my heart is throbbing right now, just the thought of what I'm doing - being exposed with my name, ohhhh."

"Next roll - I might have to do something, like write on my body. I might even have to - to - write my name - I'd be totally fucking ruined, ohhhh, god, this is so fucking - I can't take this, I want it, but I don't - like, I need to - be exposed but like, oh my god, just the risk," she said. She was touching herself again. "I'm like, shaking - I could, like, ruin my life, and it's so fucking hot I can't take it." It was true - in the video, her hands could be seen shaking. She rolled again. "Five - oh, oh my god, I have to write my name, fuck, I need this!" She was touching herself and shaking all over out of excitement. She had literally never been more turned on.

"My name," she said as she looked into the camera, "is Madison Holt. And I want you nasty fuckers to ruin me. Humiliate me. Make me regret this, because you're going to - to make me cum. I want to be ruined. I want to never be able to take it back. I am Madison Holt, and I am a webslut. Please, please pass me around and post my pictures on every website you can think of. Please, spread me around - expose me - so I can never take it back - I want the whole world to know I'm a slut."

Madison had to lie there for a moment and calm down before she managed to get the lipstick out and write "Madison Holt" on her upper stomach, and the word "slut" on her lower stomach just above her pussy. Moving quickly, still shaking, she picked up the die again.

"Next roll, will I have to show my face or not? Actually, this one could save me, I like - maybe my name will be out there but not my face, so - you know - that's not quite as bad. Or, not quite as good. I mean, you see - what this does to me - I kind of want it, like, bad." Madison quickly rolled again. "Face, I do have to show my face - oh, my, god. I am so fucking ruined. And I love it."

"Okay, I'm getting super horny so I'm going to go quick - I'm going to roll to see what pictures I have to take." Madison threw two dice. "First picture, front upper body - so yeah, I'm fucked," she said. She smiled, knowing it was all but over, but that she wanted to be even more fucked than she already was.

"Second picture - ohhhh, full frontal, so you guys get a couple of me with the name and everything. And the third, a close up of my pussy." She picked up the dice again. Three down, three to go. "On all fours from the side," she announced. "And five - on all fours showing my asshole. One more." She rolled again. "Fingering myself. Ohhh my god this is so fucking hot - I'm like - ohhhhh, I fucking need this!"

Madison walked away from the webcam and started taking pictures with her phone - first a selfie from the word "slut" upward, then a full frontal, then a pussy picture. She set a timer and took a picture of herself from the side, and then from behind, and finished it all off by ramming four fingers in her swollen pussy and taking a picture for all to see. "Ohhh, yes, I want you to use these and jack off to them. Call me a slut. Spread them around. Send me a naughty message and tell me what a slut I am, and most of all, I want you to make me famous."

"The next roll - ohhhh, another good one! This one tells me whether I have to post my name, city, or other information with the pictures. So, like, I'm already pretty much ruined here, which is totally hot, and awesome, but - I could be even more ruined. How hot would that be? Do you want to ruin me? Please say you will run me. I want this," Madison said, seductively. "Okay, here's the roll, I'm still shaking, this is like, the last normal night of my life," she said. Quickly she rolled the die. "Oh. My. God. I got a four, and that means you get pretty much everything - so, okay. Here goes."

Madison took a deep breath. She knew the next words would completely ruin her, even more than before, and that she would be out there forever as a webslut. More importantly, she knew that her antics would be tied to her actual name, her actual person, by the information she was about to give. If there was ever a moment of reluctance, this was it, so Madison took another deep breath and proceeded to destroy herself forever.

"I'm Madison Holt, I'm from Naperville, Illinois, I'm twenty-one years old, and my email address is - actually, I'm going to make a new one. Let me check and see if it's available." Quickly, Madison went about setting up an e-mail account. "Okay, my new e-mail is webslutmadison at xmail dot com. So there. You have what you need. Ruin me."

"Actually, I'm done rolling. I'm ruined, I'm happy, I'm horny, and I want you to watch me fuck myself and see how - ohhhh, how good it feels to be spread around and used and turned into a webslut." Madison started fingering herself, and then went over to the drawer, grabbed her biggest dildo, and thrust it into her pussy on her bed in front of the webcam.

"I don't need to roll - I know my pictures will be on a million websites, and I want them up forever. So there, ohhhh, please do that. Please do that for me. I'm webslut Madison Holt and I want to be posted everywhere, I want to lose control, I want everyone to know what a slut I am." Madison was already on the cusp of orgasm, pounding her pussy furiously.

See what this does to me? See what being a ruined, humiliated, exposed slut does to me? Ohhhhh god, it makes me cum, I need it! Please, everyone, pass me around and ruin me! Please, just post me everywhere! Ohhhh god I need this! Make me a slut. Make me a bigger slut. Make me a whore. Just use me, fucking ruin me, please! So I can never take it back! Oh, yessss, fuck, I'm such a slut! I'm so - so worthless - so - ruined - ohhhh, and I'm such a slut I love it! I want this, please fuck me up, please ruin - please - so I can never take it back, ever, ever, ohhhhhhh! I'M A SLUT! RUIN MY LIFE!" Madison moaned as she fucked herself with the dildo, and an orgasm ripped through her body.

Madison's orgasm was so intense she almost passed out. She laid on the bed, her dildo still in her pussy, for a long moment, before she turned to the camera one last time. "Please, I'm serious, I hope you see how much I need this and actually do it - My name is Madison Holt, and I am a webslut. I am Madison Holt, and I belong to the internet."

With that, Madison closed the webcam. She saved the video and sent it, along with the pictures, to the guy from the website. She did so quickly, before she could change her mind, before ration and reason got the best of her. Although she paused briefly, hovering that finger over the 'send' button, knowing that her life was still at least a little bit in her own hands, she hit send. She knew that once she did so, the photos and the video were no longer in her control. Briefly, she considered just making the whole thing a never-ending fantasy, but in the end she wanted it to be a never ending reality.

Part 08
It was a good thing Madison picked a Saturday to completely lose control of her desires and make the video and take the pictures that could potentially ruin her. Not that she really chose the day, but it turned out to be a good thing that it happened on that day of the week. After all, once she clicked "send" she more or less paced around her apartment half naked for the rest of the day, going into her bedroom and checking her computer every five minutes to see if anything had come of the things she had sent.

It didn't take long, but it seemed like days. Madison kept wavering during this time between being sick to her stomach at the thought of being potentially outed to everyone she knew - being seen naked by all of her friends, her acquaintances, her professors, the list went on and on - and being aroused at the thought of the intense humiliation. The adrenaline she felt at what she had done was indescribable.

And no, it wasn't just being naked. She had written on her body begging to be exposed. She had literally masturbated while filming herself, telling the camera how much of a slut she was, and begging to be completely ruined and humiliated. She had made it terribly obvious to anyone who watched that she wanted just that. And she had told everyone exactly who she was, "webslut Madison Holt." Those words went through her head over and over until they were burned there permanently.

It was after maybe an hour and about fifteen cycles of going to the computer, checking, seeing nothing, stroking her pussy at the thought, and pacing around her apartment only to start the whole cycle over again that Madison saw any progress.

"Ok, wow," the guy wrote. "You clearly want this. Sorry it took me so long, but I had to watch that video a few times and clean up the mess I made before I could stop long enough to post it. So you want to be ruined and spread around? Well here are three links to porn sites where your video and pictures have been posted. We both know it's only a matter of time before you get exactly what you want. I'm not taking these down. I would normally take them down, but I get the sense that you are the kind that wants to see this through to the end, whatever that is. Best of luck. I honestly hope you find what you are looking for - I know I did."

Madison clicked each link in succession and saw a collage of humiliation. Her name was right there in the title of each of the albums and each of the videos - "webslut Madison Holt, dumb slut from Naperville, IL, wants to be ruined, exposed, degraded and spread around." She went through each of the three sites and saw that the posts were nearly identical.

Shaking, Madison got up from her chair, closed and locked her bedroom door, turned on her TV and put her earbuds in and connected them to her computer. She did not want her roommate catching her. She quickly stripped off her tank top and panties, leaving her nude. Reaching into a dresser drawer, she pulled out a bag of clothespins that she had bought after reading some posts online about girls using them on their sensitive areas.

Madison pressed "play" and listened to her introduction as she placed a clothespin on her left nipple, moaning softly as its teeth pinched her sensitive skin. "This is it - my coming out party," she thought to herself. "Coming out as a webslut and introducing myself to the internet for complete destruction," she whispered as she attached a clothespin to her right nipple.

Soon, Madison was engulfed in lust - engulfed in desire for her own ruination. She quickly attached a clothespin to each of her pussy lips and smiled as she snapped a photo, paused the video, and emailed the stranger who had helped her post her most outrageous content yet.

"This is me watching the video you've posted of me and masturbating. Please don't ever take them down no matter what I say. I want this. Post it too. I want it, please. Yours to ruin forever, Madison Holt." She sent it without a second thought, almost failing to realize that she still had "Madison Holt" and "slut" written on her stomach from her earlier activities. Not that it mattered, it only aroused her more when she realized it.

All of the sudden she had another brilliant idea. Madison flicked on the webcam again. "I can make another video of me fucking myself as I watch the first one - then there will really be no mistake about how much I love this," she thought.

"Ohhh, fuck yes," she said as she shoved two fingers into her cunt with one hand and pressed play with the other. "I fantasize about being exposed all over - with my name, and all my information, and being turned into a dirty little webslut," she heard herself say on the video.

Madison watched the look on her face as she spoke the next words. It was a look of nervous excitement, of a slut who craved to be doing what she was doing, but ashamed and afraid to admit it. She spoke nervously but excitedly. It was so raw and so real. "I, umm, get turned on, like, really turned on, by the thought of having my pictures and my name all over the internet, I (gulp)". Madison could see that she paused, pondering her fate, before she continued nervously.

"I, I like, google my name and all I see are naked pictures, and then everybody I know finds out and - oh my god, I am such a slut for wanting this." She meant it too. The look on her face was now a mix of arousal and shame. Madison knew she shouldn't want that kind of exposure, and she really did feel like a slut. But it also aroused her more than anything she had ever done before. Watching the video, Madison didn't even notice that she had slipped a third finger into her pussy and was now furiously pounding it as she watched.

"Ohhhh, I'm such a little slut," she moaned on the video. Pausing the video again, Madison turned to her webcam. "Ohhhh yes, I really am such a little slut," she said. "And watching myself, like, online - I've been exposed, and I just - I want more. I want to be a bigger slut." She pounded her pussy as she continued.

"I like - I want that fantasy to - I want it to happen for real," she stammered nervously as she fucked herself. "I like - I want ultimate exposure." Madison has begun to sway her hips in her chair as she fucked herself hard. With her other hand she navigated the browser to a photo of herself with "please expose me" written on her stomach, and in a new tab, opened up another with her name written there.

"Ohhhh, yes, seeing myself posted and exposed online, with my full name - it - ohhhh, yes it's going to make me cum, yes! Seeing myself like that, like, exposed, and begging to be ruined - being exposed gets me off, ohhhhh yes, I need this, I'm such a slut!"

"Please expose me," she said to the webcam. "I'm already exposed, but, like - please, expose me even more. Spread me - ohhhhh, yes, spread me all around and humiliate me, ohhhh." Madison was fucking herself harder and was already on the brink of orgasm.

"Please expose me, ohhhh yes," she whispered as she stared at a picture of herself with those words on her naked body. "Please expose me, ohhhh!" She twisted the clothespin on her right nipple as she came hard, speaking those words over and over, shuddering.

Soon, Madison had calmed down enough to catch her breath. She was still shaking from nervousness an excitement as she reached into her drawer and pulled out two large rubber bands. She took the clothespins off her nipples. Then, she slid the rubber bands over her feet one at a time and pulled them up her leg until they encircled each of her inner thighs. Taking the clothes pins off of her labia, she put a rubber band in the mouth of each pin before reattaching them. The effect was that the rubber bands pulled her pussy open, and she now sat down with her dildo in hand ready for round two.

Madison pressed play on the video and slowly pushed the dildo into her spread, swollen pussy. "I know this - this - could like, ruin me," she said on the video. She spoke hesitantly, nervously, but definitely fueled by arousal. "Like, I want you to know that I, I want it, I want to be exposed, I want to be turned into a webslut."

Madison thrust the dildo deep into her pussy as she heard herself speak those words on the video - the video that was now posted online with her full name and city. She knew there was no going back. She knew it was just a matter of time until she was on dozens of websites, and until she was recognized - or even worse (or better?) she was seen by someone she knew.

"Take them and ruin me, ruin my reputation," she said on the video. With each mention of the word "ruin" Madison almost lost it completely, and she thrust her dildo into her spread open pussy as hard as she could imagine. Just the thought of actually being ruined was enough for her to become so aroused that she couldn't help herself.

"This makes me so excited, like, my heart is throbbing right now, just the thought of what I'm doing, being exposed with my name," she said on the video.

"I'm going to do it," Madison said out loud as she pounded herself with the dildo. "Ohhhh, I'm like, going to roll and like, have no choice but to write my name on my body and be exposed with my real name for all to see. Ohhhh, fuck yes, I did that, I put myself out there like that, and like, God, like, I fucking love it, it makes me so fucking horny."

"I want it, but I don't," said a nervous Madison on the video. "Like, I need to - be exposed, but like, oh my god, just - the risk. I'm like, shaking - I could, like, ruin my life, and it is so fucking hot I can't take it." Madison watched as her hands began to shake in the video.

"I have to write my name," Madison said on the video. "Fuck, I need this!" Madison watched as she did just that, and then continued to listen to herself as she lost all control.

"My name," the video said, "is Madison Holt." Back in reality, Madison crumbled physically as she came, shuddering, forcefully thrusting the dildo in and out, in and out as her legs shook and she moaned uncontrollably as she fucked herself to yet another mind-blowing orgasm.

Just seconds later, Madison put her feet up on the desk where her computer was, with one foot to either side of the laptop as she continued watching the video that could ruin her forever. "Make me regret this because you're going to - to make me cum. I want to be ruined," said the video. Madison was full-on fucking herself again as she watched. Knowing another orgasm was on the near horizon, she fast forwarded the video to the end, when she knew what her fate was and had not only accepted it, but welcomed it.

"I'm ruined, I'm happy, I'm horny, and I want you to watch me fuck myself and see how, ohhhhh, how good it feels to be spread around and used and turned into a webslut." Madison fucked herself harder as she watched herself grab the same dildo and fuck herself with it on camera.

"I know my pictures will be on a million websites, and I want them up forever," the video said. "Please do that for me, I'm webslut Madison Holt and I want to be posted everywhere, I want to lose control, I want everyone to know what a slut I am." Madison was getting ever closer to yet another orgasm as she continued to watch in awe.

"See what this does to me?" The video said. "See what being a ruined, humiliated, exposed slut does to me?" Madison was practically shouting on video as she begged for more. "Please, everyone, pass me around and ruin me! Please, just post me everywhere."

"Make me a slut. Make me a bigger slut. Make me a whore!" Said the video. "Ohhh, yes, I am a whore," Madison whispered to the video as she watched. "Just use me, fucking ruin me, please!" Madison was shouting in the video. "Fuck me," said Madison as she watched. "Fuck me over and destroy me!"

Then came the ultimate line from the video. "I'm such a slut. I'm so - so worthless, so ruined, ohhhh, and I'm such a slut I love it! I want this, please fuck me up, please ruin - please - so I can never take it back, ever, ever, ohhhhhh! I'M A SLUT! RUIN MY LIFE!"

In reality, Madison flicked off the video and concentrated on the webcam, still recording as she fucked herself with no desire for gentleness. "I mean it - see? I fucking meant every word. I've been posted and exposed and now I can't stop - ohhhh, I can't stop!"

"I can't stop fucking myself while I destroy myself even more, ohhhh! See, does this prove how fucking bad I need this? Does this prove how much of a stupid little fucking slut I am? Ohhhh fuck, I want to show you all how much I fucking love this!"

"I meant it. I want more. Ruin me. Ruin me more. I'm Madison Holt. I want you all to know my real name, ohhhhh fuck! RUIN ME!" She shouted as she came harder than ever, her legs visibly shaking on the video as she pinched her left nipple and did not stop fucking her pussy until the shaking subsided - but didn't totally stop - after yet another orgasm.

"I'm Madison Holt," she said as she pointed to the words that were still written on her body, "and I really do want this, so please, use this one too. I'm going to go fuck myself again because I just can't seem to stop." With that, she closed the webcam and sent the video immediately to be placed with the others - never to be taken down.

There was a reason it was a good thing Madison did this on a Saturday. She was compelled to constantly check the internet - to see whether any of her videos were reposted, to see if anyone commented, and to see how many people had watched. And, of course, she couldn't go an hour without fucking herself.

By Saturday night, Madison had been reposted on one other website. A few hundred people had watched her videos, and had given them excellent ratings, ensuring that more people would watch them. She fucked herself when she found the reposted video and pictures, and again when she hit five hundred views. She kept googling her name too, but only seemed to find her social media accounts and stuff from high school sports - normal stuff that is out there for just about everybody.

Madison did not sleep a wink Saturday night. She kept waking up, checking the computer, fucking herself, and going back to sleep. Eventually she got so tired that she couldn't even fuck herself to orgasm before she fell back asleep, and after that, at about 7 a.m., finally slept a few solid hours in her exhausted state.

She woke up for good around noon, and walked into the kitchen to pour herself a bowl of cereal for breakfast, making sure to put on a tank top and running shorts in case her roommate was out there.

"Damn, what happened to you" Her roommate said when she went through the living room.

"Not much, just - long night," Madison lied. All of the sudden she realized that her makeup had been ruined and was all over her face and that she looked like hell. "I'm going to eat and take a shower," Madison said.

"OK," said her roommate. "I'm going to work and then I'm going to go hang out with some peeps - have fun, let me know if you want to hang out later."

Madison barely grunted at her roommate as she sat down on the couch and ate her cereal. Her roommate left about the time she finished, and Madison did indeed take a shower - after she checked the computer again, of course. The reposting she was looking for was slow in coming, but progress was being made. She was now at least being posted on Tumblr pages and such, but still could not find her content by searching only her name. She had to add "webslut" or "exposed" to get any real results.

When she showered, Madison finally washed the lipstick off her stomach. She fingered herself to orgasm as well. And she took a long look in the mirror when she got out, wondering who this person was who had lived the life she had lived in the past 24 hours and whether she really would come to regret her choices.

Those feelings didn't last long when she realized she had over a thousand views and guys were commenting that she was "a slut" and that she was "stupid for posting all her info like that." Another said he "hoped she got what she wanted" and put a link to her reposted material in a text box.

Madison continued to fuck herself throughout the day. Her pussy became so sore that she started fucking her ass more than her pussy, and even had a rare anal-only orgasm. In between orgasms, she just sat around motionless, thinking about what she had done, nervous that she really would be ruined somehow, and eventually, turned on by it enough that she started to masturbate again.

Madison slept better Sunday night. She was exhausted from the dozens of orgasms and the lack of sleep the night before. All of the sudden it was Monday morning and time to get ready to go to class.

She stood in the opening to her closet, wondering if anyone she knew had seen her. She wondered about the guys in class, the girls, even the professors - and the random people that might come up to her and say "don't I know you from somewhere?" Before realizing that they had watched her utterly humiliate herself online.

She wondered what to wear. "Maybe something -something to lay low - like a hoodie - so nobody really looks at me?" She pulled out a hoodie and threw it on the bed. "Or maybe something like this - something a naughty little slut like me really should wear - something that will get at least a little attention?"

Madison threw a ribbed, cropped sweater onto the bed. It was a light blue sweater with 3/4 sleeves and large shoulder cut outs that showed about four inches of her stomach when paired with jeans that rose to about an inch below her belly button, and it was tight on her breasts and upper abdomen. It had crisscross straps over a V-neck, and showed just a little cleavage but nothing too risqué, not even for class.

"Damn," she thought after she put it on. "I can't go to class like this." For one thing, it was the middle of winter. For another thing, even though she had been seen wearing far less at a shopping mall, at a park, and on the internet, she hadn't exactly confronted the idea of dressing like a slut and going to class. Also, she was studying education, and she didn't know how a class full of professional-minded future teachers and role models would react to her bare midriff.

"But - but I have to!" She thought as she pulled on a pair of jeans. "If I can expose myself naked online - surely I can be comfortable wearing this, right?" But it wasn't that simple. She just couldn't bring herself to leave like that. What would her classmates think? Her professors? This was something you would expect from a slutty freshman, not a senior a few months from graduation.

However, staring at herself in the mirror, Madison began to feel a tinge of arousal as she considered these things. "So what if I'm the class slut for a day?" She thought. She was still too ashamed to walk out and let her classmates see her like that, however.

"What if I - maybe I could, like - wear a jacket over it, and if I get uncomfortable, I could just pull it closed and cover up?" She said out loud as she pulled a long tan tunic-like cardigan from her closet. "I mean, I would make myself leave it open on the way to and from class." She put it on and looked in the mirror. It certainly looked a lot less slutty with only a little bit of the middle of her stomach out instead of exposed skin all the way around. And certainly Madison had seen other girls dress like that and go to class as recently as the week before.

"But is this slutty enough?" She said to the mirror as she looked. "I mean, if I want to look like - like, a little bit of a slut..." she thought out loud. "I would have to force myself to keep it open the whole time - or, like - I wont feel anything." It was at that moment that Madison picked up on the implication of what she had said, "won't feel anything" - she wanted to look a certain way because it aroused her knowing that she looked like a slut.

"No, this isn't going to work," she said with a sigh. She took the cardigan off and threw it on the bed. Madison was torn inside. On one hand, she wanted to go to class and let it all hang out, bend, twist, and watch as the guys stared and girls gave her disgusting looks, and then she wanted to hurry back to her apartment and masturbate to her own whorish ways, including, of course, the events from over the weekend. But she was also ashamed of wanting it and embarrassed to act like she did, at least in front of her classmates and professors.

"No. No," she said as she faced the mirror again. "You are a slut. You just spent the whole weekend proving that to the whole world on the internet. And you need to force yourself to act like it now, too. You know how much you need this. This is the whole idea! Exposure. Embarrassment. Shame," she said to her reflection. But how was she going to force herself to get over her hang ups?

"But - like - nooo," she said as she put on a pouty face and looked at herself again. "I like - I can't do this!" She sighed. "I like - I don't know, do I, like - really want this?" Somewhere in the back of her head, a voice - her voice - spoke to her. "Whether you want it or not, you know you need this. This isn't about what you want, this is about what you are. Do it, slut." Madison sighed again. "But, like..." she trailed off as she walked to the other side of the room.

As she paced in her bedroom, Madison came to the realization that she was stuck in a sort of personal purgatory. She was too horny to cover up and not aroused enough to let it hang out. She realized that she needed to either calm down, rationalize, and cover up, or bring herself to a state of arousal where she didn't want to any longer.

Madison walked over to the mirror again. "Which will it be?" She wondered. She had only a few more minutes before she had to leave. She mindlessly looked at her phone, and couldn't help but flip to her photos, and seeing the raunchy, filthy pictures she had taken of herself, her path was set. She just needed to get a little more aroused.

All of the sudden Madison had an idea. She opened up the camera on her phone and turned it toward herself and started recording.

"Hi, umm, I'm Madison Holt, and like, I'm getting ready to go to school. I have been, like, really horny all weekend," she said. "And I, I need to go to class. But I kind of have a problem. I like - even though I've done a lot worse on he internet, I like - I'm really embarrassed to wear this to class. I've like, never - worn anything this, like - slutty - to school. Just to the mall, the club - places where people don't know me or where they expect it out of anyone."

"So, umm," Madison said before swallowing out of nervousness. "I need to like, make myself wear this. Because I know I need to get over - get over being ashamed and just be the slut I am. I know if I make myself, like - turned on - I will want the shame because it just - it turns me on even more. And you - you get to watch me - watch me make myself wear this."

Madison placed her phone on her desk and faced the mirror, checking to make sure she was still in sight of the camera. She first placed her hands on the mirror, high and to the sides as she looked at her body. Then, she started to hang her head in shame as she spoke. "I'm a slut," she said. "I deserve to look like the slut I am,"

She turned to the camera. "This isn't working," she said. I just - like - I'm not sure if I want my classmates and my professor to see this much of me, like - I know they could find me on the internet but - I like - they're going to see me as nothing but a slut if I wear this!"

Madison turned back to the mirror. She raised her right hand to the side of her face and, before she could stop herself, gave herself a hard slap to the cheek. "You're a slut," she said. "A filthy, exposed, humiliated slut." She slapped herself again.

"I don't deserve a choice. I'm a slut." She slapped herself even harder this time. "I deserve to be made to dress like one. I have to look like a dirty whore." She slapped herself again. "Maybe I will unbutton my jeans and walk around campus like that," she said before slapping herself again.

Tears were welling up in her eyes as a result of the slaps. If she hadn't felt the humiliation before, she definitely felt it now. Reaching down, she unbuttoned her jeans before facing the camera. She didn't unzip them, and her panties couldn't be seen, but they were unbuttoned.

"See, this is what I get when I don't dress slutty enough. I get humiliated and then I get turned on and then I want to look like a slut. And if anybody sees me wearing this today, please, like - just - let me know you saw me here. Please let me know you know who I am."

Madison picked up the phone and held it at a distance with her left hand as she slapped herself three more times. "God, that makes me feel like a slut," she said. "And like - I have no idea why, but I kind of like - like it."

"I like showing all of you what I really am," she said. "And I want to show you a little more before I get to class, but I have to leave so I - like - I think I'll show you on the way."

Madison grabbed her bag and headed out the door with the camera still rolling. With her bag in one hand and phone in the other, she closed the door behind her. Her bag swayed at her left side as she briskly walked toward campus. It was a leather bag, the kind professional women carry to work, rather than a backpack or a purse.

"I'm a slut. I'm webslut Madison Holt. Don't forget. I'm in this for the humiliation," she said after checking to see that nobody was within earshot. "And walking to class with my jeans unbuttoned - I, like, definitely feel humiliated." She turned the camera down and held it close to her stomach, capturing her pierced navel and undone jeans in all their glory, before holding the phone at a distance as she came to a busy intersection at the edge of campus.

"I'd slap myself again if my hands weren't full," she explained to the camera. "Maybe I will, like - do something else instead," she said seductively before grinning. "Do you dare me to cross this busy street with my jeans totally unzipped and my red panties out? Hmmm?"

"Damn, that one's tough," she said, laughing. "Umm, but, like, my classmates might see!" She protested to the camera as if it were some guy daring her to do what she had suggested.

"What's that? I'm a slut? Did you just tell me I'm a slut? Hmmm, well, you know how much I love that," she admitted. "I guess - like - I guess I have to, since I'm a slut and all." Madison held the phone with her right hand while she looked around to make sure nobody was watching - or worse - someone she knew was around.

Cars whizzed by - with people in them that Madison did not know, at least she hoped - as she reached her left hand, still holding her bag, to her zipper, and slowly, seductively lowered the small piece of metal as far is it would go, capturing it all close up on the camera.

A car honked as Madison walked across the street. She was too embarrassed to look at the car stopped immediately to her left as she walked, the top of her panties visible between the left and right portions of her obviously unzipped jeans. Her face reddened and she turned the camera toward the car to catch the reaction of its occupants. It would not be until later that she would discover two guys, who she thankfully did not know, ogling her and pointing as she strutted her slutty self across the street, aroused as ever.

"Okay, that was hot. Embarrassing, but fucking hot," Madison said to the camera as she reached the other side of the street. All of the sudden she stopped, turned to face traffic, and said, "I just love - like - being seen. You know, looking like this. Am I a good slut?" She waited several seconds, giving several passers-by the chance to look, before taking a deep breath and zipping her jeans back up, still leaving the button undone.

Madison walked toward her class. She was running a little late at this point, so there weren't too many people out. She walked for a minute or so before passing a couple, a guy and a girl. "Oh my god, did you see that?" The guy remarked after they passed but before they were out of earshot. "Oh my god, like, fuck yeah, I look like such a slut," Madison remarked mockingly to the camera as soon as they were out of earshot.

"Um, excuse me," Madison heard someone say only a few seconds later. "Um, I just want to let you know - your jeans are unbuttoned." It was a bookish blonde girl, decent body but not much to look at.

"Oh! Thanks! Oh my god, that would have been so embarrassing if I walked into class like this!" Madison exclaimed, feigning ignorance of the situation.

"No problem," the girl replied. Madison quickly turned around and pretended to button her jeans as she continued toward her class, but the camera, still rolling, clearly showed that she had left the button undone.

"Oh my god, that was so fucking humiliating," Madison said as soon as she was out of earshot. "I feel like such a whore right now." Yet there she was, making no effort to button her jeans. "I'm just too - I - I'm almost to class, but I don't want to go yet," Madison explained. She stopped as she came to a tree and some bushes and turned her back to them so she could be fairly certain, but by no means completely assured, that nobody could see her from behind.

Her shame had gotten the better of her. Yes, she was embarrassed - embarrassed to have unzipped her jeans and walked across a busy street, and embarrassed to walk across campus with her jeans unbuttoned, even though it didn't provide much of a show. No, combined with her exposed midriff, it certainly looked as if she wanted to be looked at, wanted the attention, wanted to show that she was a slut.

And she felt like a slut too - she felt like anyone who saw her would think she was a cheap, easy slut ready to put out for any horny guy she came across. Yes, she was embarrassed by this, but her embarrassment only made her more aroused.

Madison looked around for a moment, checking to see if anyone was watching her. Satisfied, she slapped herself five times in the face. "I just wanted to slap myself and maybe show off a little first," she explained. "Maybe go to class with red cheeks or a handprint on my face. Would you like that?" She asked the camera.

Slowly, Madison raised her sweater, teasing, grabbing her bra as she went until her tits were completely exposed. "What if I - what if I touch myself first?" With the camera still rolling, Madison leaned her face toward the phone and gently massaged her right nipple, now in plain view of anyone in front of her, while she held the phone before switching hands and massaging the other nipple.

She gave a seductive half-smile before leaning her head back and sighing, almost a soft moan, as she ran her right hand down her exposed midriff to her jeans, stopping to feel inside her navel along the way.

"God, I hope nobody can see me right now," she whispered, while wondering to herself what it would be like if someone were spying on her. "Although the thought does turn me on," she continued. She tilted the camera down as she unzipped her jeans again. In a matter of a couple seconds, the fabric parted as Madison dipped her fingers underneath her panties and moaned softly as they continued their journey to her pussy.

"Ohhh, I've never done anything like this," she said. "I've never fingered my pussy out in the open on campus before. My friends could see, my classmates, my professors - they could all be watching and see how much of a slut I am," she whispered to the camera. As she spoke these words, she slid her hand completely into her panties and first two, then three fingers inside her waiting, eager hole.

"Fuck yes," she whispered. "I'm going to tell you a secret - when I fuck myself, I fantasize about everybody - my friends, and even my professors - finding out about me - like, finding out what a slut I am and - like - how much I want to be exposed and - and humiliated, and degraded, and ohhh, fuck, I'm imagining they are all coming out right now standing around pointing at me. Ohhh yes," she continued.

"What if I closed my eyes," she whispered, and didn't open them again until I had an audience, like - not knowing who will be watching, and like - recording and like - I'd be the school slut and it turns me on so much," she said. While she spoke these words she actually closed her eyes and opened them back up at the end, tilting the camera up to her face again to capture it on video.

Slowly, Madison took her fingers out of her pussy and raised them to her mouth. She looked across the open space in front of her, and, partially to her delight and partially to her dismay, nobody was there. Slowly she forced all three fingers into her mouth at once, all the way in.

"Mmmm, I love the taste of pussy," she said a little louder than usual as she sucked her juices off her hand. She sat down, having been standing the whole time, and plunged her fingers back into her pussy. Briefly, she closed her eyes and was transported back to a land of fantasy where she was being watched by people she knew.

"Oh my god, Madison?" One of them said. "Who knew she was such a whore?" Another chimed in. "Yeah, I heard that slut actually took a bunch of filthy videos and pictures - like, really degrading ones - and posted them on the internet. Used her real name too. What a skank."

Madison opened her eyes just to look for a quick moment, and when she did so, she noticed a campus police officer across the open grassy area she was facing.

"Oh, shit!" She said out loud, whipping her fingers out of her pussy. "There's a fucking cop over there. God, I'm about to get busted, I hope he didn't see me. She dropped the phone and pulled her bra and top back into position before zipping her jeans, again neglecting to button them, picked up her phone and her bag, and scurrying away in the opposite direction.

"Damn, that was close," she said laughing when she was a safe distance away from the cop. "God, I - thank god he didn't see me. I mean, like - it would be hot to have to blow him to get out of getting arrested or something - but that's - that's probably not how that would go down in this day and age, no pun intended."

"And guess what?" She added. "Still haven't buttoned my jeans!" She laughed again as she reached the door to the building where her class was held.

Madison stopped by the door to her classroom. She looked around, making sure she was alone in the hallway. Smiling, she stopped, set her bag down, and lifted her top and bra up with her free hand, exposing her tits.

She then unzipped her jeans. "Hope I don't get caught," she whispered to the camera, "because I'll never be able to cover everything up in time if somebody comes around the corner. Or out the door. But I want to show you everything - like, everything - before I go to class - and then I'll be horny enough to show my classmates this outfit."

Madison pulled down her jeans. She moved the camera away from her body, showing that she was standing in the hallway with her jeans to her low thigh and her panties fully exposed. Her shirt was still pulled up and her tits were out too. She lightly stroked her pussy through her panties, moaning, before pulling those down too. Her pussy, tits, and ass were now open to the air in a school hallway.

Madison stroked her bare pussy before inserting three fingers. Her cunt was wet and sloppy as she moaned before pulling them out, licking them, and turning around. She set the phone down at one side of the hallway, capturing her as she knelt low to the ground, ass toward the phone, and forced her middle finger into her asshole.

"Fuck me," she said as she forced the finger in all the way before pulling it out. She turned around, face to the phone, and slapped herself hard five times on each side of her face.

Madison stood up, pulled up her panties, pulled up her jeans, zipped them, buttoned them, and readjusted her top and bra. "Okay," she said, "It's been great showing off for you, but I really have to get to class. Just remember, I'm Madison Holt, and I really want to be reposted, spread around, and made into the biggest webslut. So please, tell your friends."

With that, she turned the camera off and went into class. She did notice some of the guys staring at her, and even one of the girls, but was turned on enough that she found it arousing and wished she could show them more. She leaned forward to maximize the exposure to her back, and as she stood up to leave class, pretended to fix her hair in a way that nearly doubled the exposure to her midriff.

Of course Madison posted the video online as soon as she returned from class. And it wasn't long - maybe a couple of weeks - before Madison was recognized - sort of. She was checking out at, at a warehouse store, and the cashier, probably about 25 years old, said "Hey, don't I know you from somewhere?"

"Maybe," said Madison, blushing. "But - you aren't just trying to hit on me, are you?"

"No, seriously, I know I've seen you somewhere. I just can't remember where."

"Probably - and if it is what I think it is, you'll remember - and you'll like it," she said.

"I'll like it?"

"Mm-hmm," Madison said. "Trust me, it's a good thing."

Suddenly, the guy's face lit up and he smiled. "Oh, I know where I've seen you!"

"No way! You just made my day, I have been - like, waiting for somebody to recognize me and now I - seriously, thank you. And I want to let you know that - all the stuff I said - it's all true,"

"Can I get a selfie with you?" He asked. After she obliged, she took her things and left the store, going directly home to masturbate.

Madison actually was able to masturbate almost continuously to her own exposure as she watched herself get reposted and spread around and read the nasty comments and things people were saying about her. She did a web search for "madison holt slut" and got dozens of results of her naked, but if the word "slut" was taken out, nothing.

It still kept her going, though. Nothing yet had made her truly regret her decision to be posted. In fact, she masturbated to both the reality of being exposed and the fantasy of being ruined almost daily. Over the three weeks or so after she first sent her video off to the internet, she did seem to notice that she gradually wasn't getting the rush she wanted out of it anymore. She wondered what she could do next - how could she make her exposure even more extreme? Little did she know, her world was about to change forever.

Part 09
Madison just stared at her computer screen. It was all she had been able to do ever since she got the message. She just sat and stared, and every now and then she would start to breathe heavily and shake only to look away and calm herself down before returning to read the message again. "This can't be happening," she thought. "I can't believe this is happening!"

It was a good thing Madison picked a Saturday to completely lose control of her desires and make the video and take the pictures that could potentially ruin her. Not that she really chose the day, but it turned out to be a good thing that it happened on that day of the week. After all, once she clicked "send" she more or less paced around her apartment half naked for the rest of the day, going into her bedroom and checking her computer every five minutes to see if anything had come of the things she had sent.

It didn't take long, but it seemed like days. Madison kept wavering during this time between being sick to her stomach at the thought of being potentially outed to everyone she knew - being seen naked by all of her friends, her acquaintances, her professors, the list went on and on - and being aroused at the thought of the intense humiliation. The adrenaline she felt at what she had done was indescribable.

And no, it wasn't just being naked. She had written on her body begging to be exposed. She had literally masturbated while filming herself, telling the camera how much of a slut she was, and begging to be completely ruined and humiliated. She had made it terribly obvious to anyone who watched that she wanted just that. And she had told everyone exactly who she was, "webslut Madison Holt." Those words went through her head over and over until they were burned there permanently.

It was after maybe an hour and about fifteen cycles of going to the computer, checking, seeing nothing, stroking her pussy at the thought, and pacing around her apartment only to start the whole cycle over again that Madison saw any progress.

"Ok, wow," the guy wrote. "You clearly want this. Sorry it took me so long, but I had to watch that video a few times and clean up the mess I made before I could stop long enough to post it. So you want to be ruined and spread around? Well here are three links to porn sites where your video and pictures have been posted. We both know it's only a matter of time before you get exactly what you want. I'm not taking these down. I would normally take them down, but I get the sense that you are the kind that wants to see this through to the end, whatever that is. Best of luck. I honestly hope you find what you are looking for - I know I did."

Madison clicked each link in succession and saw a collage of humiliation. Her name was right there in the title of each of the albums and each of the videos - "webslut Madison Holt, dumb slut from Naperville, IL, wants to be ruined, exposed, degraded and spread around." She went through each of the three sites and saw that the posts were nearly identical.

Shaking, Madison got up from her chair, closed and locked her bedroom door, turned on her TV and put her earbuds in and connected them to her computer. She did not want her roommate catching her. She quickly stripped off her tank top and panties, leaving her nude. Reaching into a dresser drawer, she pulled out a bag of clothespins that she had bought after reading some posts online about girls using them on their sensitive areas.

Madison pressed "play" and listened to her introduction as she placed a clothespin on her left nipple, moaning softly as its teeth pinched her sensitive skin. "This is it - my coming out party," she thought to herself. "Coming out as a webslut and introducing myself to the internet for complete destruction," she whispered as she attached a clothespin to her right nipple.

Soon, Madison was engulfed in lust - engulfed in desire for her own ruination. She quickly attached a clothespin to each of her pussy lips and smiled as she snapped a photo, paused the video, and emailed the stranger who had helped her post her most outrageous content yet.

"This is me watching the video you've posted of me and masturbating. Please don't ever take them down no matter what I say. I want this. Post it too. I want it, please. Yours to ruin forever, Madison Holt." She sent it without a second thought, almost failing to realize that she still had "Madison Holt" and "slut" written on her stomach from her earlier activities. Not that it mattered, it only aroused her more when she realized it.

All of the sudden she had another brilliant idea. Madison flicked on the webcam again. "I can make another video of me fucking myself as I watch the first one - then there will really be no mistake about how much I love this," she thought.

"Ohhh, fuck yes," she said as she shoved two fingers into her cunt with one hand and pressed play with the other. "I fantasize about being exposed all over - with my name, and all my information, and being turned into a dirty little webslut," she heard herself say on the video.

Madison watched the look on her face as she spoke the next words. It was a look of nervous excitement, of a slut who craved to be doing what she was doing, but ashamed and afraid to admit it. She spoke nervously but excitedly. It was so raw and so real. "I, umm, get turned on, like, really turned on, by the thought of having my pictures and my name all over the internet, I (gulp)". Madison could see that she paused, pondering her fate, before she continued nervously.

"I, I like, google my name and all I see are naked pictures, and then everybody I know finds out and - oh my god, I am such a slut for wanting this." She meant it too. The look on her face was now a mix of arousal and shame. Madison knew she shouldn't want that kind of exposure, and she really did feel like a slut. But it also aroused her more than anything she had ever done before. Watching the video, Madison didn't even notice that she had slipped a third finger into her pussy and was now furiously pounding it as she watched.

"Ohhhh, I'm such a little slut," she moaned on the video. Pausing the video again, Madison turned to her webcam. "Ohhhh yes, I really am such a little slut," she said. "And watching myself, like, online - I've been exposed, and I just - I want more. I want to be a bigger slut." She pounded her pussy as she continued.

"I like - I want that fantasy to - I want it to happen for real," she stammered nervously as she fucked herself. "I like - I want ultimate exposure." Madison has begun to sway her hips in her chair as she fucked herself hard. With her other hand she navigated the browser to a photo of herself with "please expose me" written on her stomach, and in a new tab, opened up another with her name written there.

"Ohhhh, yes, seeing myself posted and exposed online, with my full name - it - ohhhh, yes it's going to make me cum, yes! Seeing myself like that, like, exposed, and begging to be ruined - being exposed gets me off, ohhhhh yes, I need this, I'm such a slut!"

"Please expose me," she said to the webcam. "I'm already exposed, but, like - please, expose me even more. Spread me - ohhhhh, yes, spread me all around and humiliate me, ohhhh." Madison was fucking herself harder and was already on the brink of orgasm.

"Please expose me, ohhhh yes," she whispered as she stared at a picture of herself with those words on her naked body. "Please expose me, ohhhh!" She twisted the clothespin on her right nipple as she came hard, speaking those words over and over, shuddering.

Soon, Madison had calmed down enough to catch her breath. She was still shaking from nervousness an excitement as she reached into her drawer and pulled out two large rubber bands. She took the clothespins off her nipples. Then, she slid the rubber bands over her feet one at a time and pulled them up her leg until they encircled each of her inner thighs. Taking the clothes pins off of her labia, she put a rubber band in the mouth of each pin before reattaching them. The effect was that the rubber bands pulled her pussy open, and she now sat down with her dildo in hand ready for round two.

Madison pressed play on the video and slowly pushed the dildo into her spread, swollen pussy. "I know this - this - could like, ruin me," she said on the video. She spoke hesitantly, nervously, but definitely fueled by arousal. "Like, I want you to know that I, I want it, I want to be exposed, I want to be turned into a webslut."

Madison thrust the dildo deep into her pussy as she heard herself speak those words on the video - the video that was now posted online with her full name and city. She knew there was no going back. She knew it was just a matter of time until she was on dozens of websites, and until she was recognized - or even worse (or better?) she was seen by someone she knew.

"Take them and ruin me, ruin my reputation," she said on the video. With each mention of the word "ruin" Madison almost lost it completely, and she thrust her dildo into her spread open pussy as hard as she could imagine. Just the thought of actually being ruined was enough for her to become so aroused that she couldn't help herself.

"This makes me so excited, like, my heart is throbbing right now, just the thought of what I'm doing, being exposed with my name," she said on the video.

"I'm going to do it," Madison said out loud as she pounded herself with the dildo. "Ohhhh, I'm like, going to roll and like, have no choice but to write my name on my body and be exposed with my real name for all to see. Ohhhh, fuck yes, I did that, I put myself out there like that, and like, God, like, I fucking love it, it makes me so fucking horny."

"I want it, but I don't," said a nervous Madison on the video. "Like, I need to - be exposed, but like, oh my god, just - the risk. I'm like, shaking - I could, like, ruin my life, and it is so fucking hot I can't take it." Madison watched as her hands began to shake in the video.

"I have to write my name," Madison said on the video. "Fuck, I need this!" Madison watched as she did just that, and then continued to listen to herself as she lost all control.

"My name," the video said, "is Madison Holt." Back in reality, Madison crumbled physically as she came, shuddering, forcefully thrusting the dildo in and out, in and out as her legs shook and she moaned uncontrollably as she fucked herself to yet another mind-blowing orgasm.

Just seconds later, Madison put her feet up on the desk where her computer was, with one foot to either side of the laptop as she continued watching the video that could ruin her forever. "Make me regret this because you're going to - to make me cum. I want to be ruined," said the video. Madison was full-on fucking herself again as she watched. Knowing another orgasm was on the near horizon, she fast forwarded the video to the end, when she knew what her fate was and had not only accepted it, but welcomed it.

"I'm ruined, I'm happy, I'm horny, and I want you to watch me fuck myself and see how, ohhhhh, how good it feels to be spread around and used and turned into a webslut." Madison fucked herself harder as she watched herself grab the same dildo and fuck herself with it on camera.

"I know my pictures will be on a million websites, and I want them up forever," the video said. "Please do that for me, I'm webslut Madison Holt and I want to be posted everywhere, I want to lose control, I want everyone to know what a slut I am." Madison was getting ever closer to yet another orgasm as she continued to watch in awe.

"See what this does to me?" The video said. "See what being a ruined, humiliated, exposed slut does to me?" Madison was practically shouting on video as she begged for more. "Please, everyone, pass me around and ruin me! Please, just post me everywhere."

"Make me a slut. Make me a bigger slut. Make me a whore!" Said the video. "Ohhh, yes, I am a whore," Madison whispered to the video as she watched. "Just use me, fucking ruin me, please!" Madison was shouting in the video. "Fuck me," said Madison as she watched. "Fuck me over and destroy me!"

Then came the ultimate line from the video. "I'm such a slut. I'm so - so worthless, so ruined, ohhhh, and I'm such a slut I love it! I want this, please fuck me up, please ruin - please - so I can never take it back, ever, ever, ohhhhhh! I'M A SLUT! RUIN MY LIFE!"

In reality, Madison flicked off the video and concentrated on the webcam, still recording as she fucked herself with no desire for gentleness. "I mean it - see? I fucking meant every word. I've been posted and exposed and now I can't stop - ohhhh, I can't stop!"

"I can't stop fucking myself while I destroy myself even more, ohhhh! See, does this prove how fucking bad I need this? Does this prove how much of a stupid little fucking slut I am? Ohhhh fuck, I want to show you all how much I fucking love this!"

"I meant it. I want more. Ruin me. Ruin me more. I'm Madison Holt. I want you all to know my real name, ohhhhh fuck! RUIN ME!" She shouted as she came harder than ever, her legs visibly shaking on the video as she pinched her left nipple and did not stop fucking her pussy until the shaking subsided - but didn't totally stop - after yet another orgasm.

"I'm Madison Holt," she said as she pointed to the words that were still written on her body, "and I really do want this, so please, use this one too. I'm going to go fuck myself again because I just can't seem to stop." With that, she closed the webcam and sent the video immediately to be placed with the others - never to be taken down.

There was a reason it was a good thing Madison did this on a Saturday. She was compelled to constantly check the internet - to see whether any of her videos were reposted, to see if anyone commented, and to see how many people had watched. And, of course, she couldn't go an hour without fucking herself.

By Saturday night, Madison had been reposted on one other website. A few hundred people had watched her videos, and had given them excellent ratings, ensuring that more people would watch them. She fucked herself when she found the reposted video and pictures, and again when she hit five hundred views. She kept googling her name too, but only seemed to find her social media accounts and stuff from high school sports - normal stuff that is out there for just about everybody.

Madison did not sleep a wink Saturday night. She kept waking up, checking the computer, fucking herself, and going back to sleep. Eventually she got so tired that she couldn't even fuck herself to orgasm before she fell back asleep, and after that, at about 7 a.m., finally slept a few solid hours in her exhausted state.

She woke up for good around noon, and walked into the kitchen to pour herself a bowl of cereal for breakfast, making sure to put on a tank top and running shorts in case her roommate was out there.

"Damn, what happened to you" Her roommate said when she went through the living room.

"Not much, just - long night," Madison lied. All of the sudden she realized that her makeup had been ruined and was all over her face and that she looked like hell. "I'm going to eat and take a shower," Madison said.

"OK," said her roommate. "I'm going to work and then I'm going to go hang out with some peeps - have fun, let me know if you want to hang out later."

Madison barely grunted at her roommate as she sat down on the couch and ate her cereal. Her roommate left about the time she finished, and Madison did indeed take a shower - after she checked the computer again, of course. The reposting she was looking for was slow in coming, but progress was being made. She was now at least being posted on Tumblr pages and such, but still could not find her content by searching only her name. She had to add "webslut" or "exposed" to get any real results.

When she showered, Madison finally washed the lipstick off her stomach. She fingered herself to orgasm as well. And she took a long look in the mirror when she got out, wondering who this person was who had lived the life she had lived in the past 24 hours and whether she really would come to regret her choices.

Those feelings didn't last long when she realized she had over a thousand views and guys were commenting that she was "a slut" and that she was "stupid for posting all her info like that." Another said he "hoped she got what she wanted" and put a link to her reposted material in a text box.

Madison continued to fuck herself throughout the day. Her pussy became so sore that she started fucking her ass more than her pussy, and even had a rare anal-only orgasm. In between orgasms, she just sat around motionless, thinking about what she had done, nervous that she really would be ruined somehow, and eventually, turned on by it enough that she started to masturbate again.

Madison slept better Sunday night. She was exhausted from the dozens of orgasms and the lack of sleep the night before. All of the sudden it was Monday morning and time to get ready to go to class.

She stood in the opening to her closet, wondering if anyone she knew had seen her. She wondered about the guys in class, the girls, even the professors - and the random people that might come up to her and say "don't I know you from somewhere?" Before realizing that they had watched her utterly humiliate herself online.

She wondered what to wear. "Maybe something -something to lay low - like a hoodie - so nobody really looks at me?" She pulled out a hoodie and threw it on the bed. "Or maybe something like this - something a naughty little slut like me really should wear - something that will get at least a little attention?"

Madison threw a ribbed, cropped sweater onto the bed. It was a light blue sweater with 3/4 sleeves and large shoulder cut outs that showed about four inches of her stomach when paired with jeans that rose to about an inch below her belly button, and it was tight on her breasts and upper abdomen. It had crisscross straps over a V-neck, and showed just a little cleavage but nothing too risqué, not even for class.

"Damn," she thought after she put it on. "I can't go to class like this." For one thing, it was the middle of winter. For another thing, even though she had been seen wearing far less at a shopping mall, at a park, and on the internet, she hadn't exactly confronted the idea of dressing like a slut and going to class. Also, she was studying education, and she didn't know how a class full of professional-minded future teachers and role models would react to her bare midriff.

"But - but I have to!" She thought as she pulled on a pair of jeans. "If I can expose myself naked online - surely I can be comfortable wearing this, right?" But it wasn't that simple. She just couldn't bring herself to leave like that. What would her classmates think? Her professors? This was something you would expect from a slutty freshman, not a senior a few months from graduation.

However, staring at herself in the mirror, Madison began to feel a tinge of arousal as she considered these things. "So what if I'm the class slut for a day?" She thought. She was still too ashamed to walk out and let her classmates see her like that, however.

"What if I - maybe I could, like - wear a jacket over it, and if I get uncomfortable, I could just pull it closed and cover up?" She said out loud as she pulled a long tan tunic-like cardigan from her closet. "I mean, I would make myself leave it open on the way to and from class." She put it on and looked in the mirror. It certainly looked a lot less slutty with only a little bit of the middle of her stomach out instead of exposed skin all the way around. And certainly Madison had seen other girls dress like that and go to class as recently as the week before.

"But is this slutty enough?" She said to the mirror as she looked. "I mean, if I want to look like - like, a little bit of a slut..." she thought out loud. "I would have to force myself to keep it open the whole time - or, like - I wont feel anything." It was at that moment that Madison picked up on the implication of what she had said, "won't feel anything" - she wanted to look a certain way because it aroused her knowing that she looked like a slut.

"No, this isn't going to work," she said with a sigh. She took the cardigan off and threw it on the bed. Madison was torn inside. On one hand, she wanted to go to class and let it all hang out, bend, twist, and watch as the guys stared and girls gave her disgusting looks, and then she wanted to hurry back to her apartment and masturbate to her own whorish ways, including, of course, the events from over the weekend. But she was also ashamed of wanting it and embarrassed to act like she did, at least in front of her classmates and professors.

"No. No," she said as she faced the mirror again. "You are a slut. You just spent the whole weekend proving that to the whole world on the internet. And you need to force yourself to act like it now, too. You know how much you need this. This is the whole idea! Exposure. Embarrassment. Shame," she said to her reflection. But how was she going to force herself to get over her hang ups?

"But - like - nooo," she said as she put on a pouty face and looked at herself again. "I like - I can't do this!" She sighed. "I like - I don't know, do I, like - really want this?" Somewhere in the back of her head, a voice - her voice - spoke to her. "Whether you want it or not, you know you need this. This isn't about what you want, this is about what you are. Do it, slut." Madison sighed again. "But, like..." she trailed off as she walked to the other side of the room.

As she paced in her bedroom, Madison came to the realization that she was stuck in a sort of personal purgatory. She was too horny to cover up and not aroused enough to let it hang out. She realized that she needed to either calm down, rationalize, and cover up, or bring herself to a state of arousal where she didn't want to any longer.

Madison walked over to the mirror again. "Which will it be?" She wondered. She had only a few more minutes before she had to leave. She mindlessly looked at her phone, and couldn't help but flip to her photos, and seeing the raunchy, filthy pictures she had taken of herself, her path was set. She just needed to get a little more aroused.

All of the sudden Madison had an idea. She opened up the camera on her phone and turned it toward herself and started recording.

"Hi, umm, I'm Madison Holt, and like, I'm getting ready to go to school. I have been, like, really horny all weekend," she said. "And I, I need to go to class. But I kind of have a problem. I like - even though I've done a lot worse on he internet, I like - I'm really embarrassed to wear this to class. I've like, never - worn anything this, like - slutty - to school. Just to the mall, the club - places where people don't know me or where they expect it out of anyone."

"So, umm," Madison said before swallowing out of nervousness. "I need to like, make myself wear this. Because I know I need to get over - get over being ashamed and just be the slut I am. I know if I make myself, like - turned on - I will want the shame because it just - it turns me on even more. And you - you get to watch me - watch me make myself wear this."

Madison placed her phone on her desk and faced the mirror, checking to make sure she was still in sight of the camera. She first placed her hands on the mirror, high and to the sides as she looked at her body. Then, she started to hang her head in shame as she spoke. "I'm a slut," she said. "I deserve to look like the slut I am,"

She turned to the camera. "This isn't working," she said. I just - like - I'm not sure if I want my classmates and my professor to see this much of me, like - I know they could find me on the internet but - I like - they're going to see me as nothing but a slut if I wear this!"

Madison turned back to the mirror. She raised her right hand to the side of her face and, before she could stop herself, gave herself a hard slap to the cheek. "You're a slut," she said. "A filthy, exposed, humiliated slut." She slapped herself again.

"I don't deserve a choice. I'm a slut." She slapped herself even harder this time. "I deserve to be made to dress like one. I have to look like a dirty whore." She slapped herself again. "Maybe I will unbutton my jeans and walk around campus like that," she said before slapping herself again.

Tears were welling up in her eyes as a result of the slaps. If she hadn't felt the humiliation before, she definitely felt it now. Reaching down, she unbuttoned her jeans before facing the camera. She didn't unzip them, and her panties couldn't be seen, but they were unbuttoned.

"See, this is what I get when I don't dress slutty enough. I get humiliated and then I get turned on and then I want to look like a slut. And if anybody sees me wearing this today, please, like - just - let me know you saw me here. Please let me know you know who I am."

Madison picked up the phone and held it at a distance with her left hand as she slapped herself three more times. "God, that makes me feel like a slut," she said. "And like - I have no idea why, but I kind of like - like it."

"I like showing all of you what I really am," she said. "And I want to show you a little more before I get to class, but I have to leave so I - like - I think I'll show you on the way."

Madison grabbed her bag and headed out the door with the camera still rolling. With her bag in one hand and phone in the other, she closed the door behind her. Her bag swayed at her left side as she briskly walked toward campus. It was a leather bag, the kind professional women carry to work, rather than a backpack or a purse.

"I'm a slut. I'm webslut Madison Holt. Don't forget. I'm in this for the humiliation," she said after checking to see that nobody was within earshot. "And walking to class with my jeans unbuttoned - I, like, definitely feel humiliated." She turned the camera down and held it close to her stomach, capturing her pierced navel and undone jeans in all their glory, before holding the phone at a distance as she came to a busy intersection at the edge of campus.

"I'd slap myself again if my hands weren't full," she explained to the camera. "Maybe I will, like - do something else instead," she said seductively before grinning. "Do you dare me to cross this busy street with my jeans totally unzipped and my red panties out? Hmmm?"

"Damn, that one's tough," she said, laughing. "Umm, but, like, my classmates might see!" She protested to the camera as if it were some guy daring her to do what she had suggested.

"What's that? I'm a slut? Did you just tell me I'm a slut? Hmmm, well, you know how much I love that," she admitted. "I guess - like - I guess I have to, since I'm a slut and all." Madison held the phone with her right hand while she looked around to make sure nobody was watching - or worse - someone she knew was around.

Cars whizzed by - with people in them that Madison did not know, at least she hoped - as she reached her left hand, still holding her bag, to her zipper, and slowly, seductively lowered the small piece of metal as far is it would go, capturing it all close up on the camera.

A car honked as Madison walked across the street. She was too embarrassed to look at the car stopped immediately to her left as she walked, the top of her panties visible between the left and right portions of her obviously unzipped jeans. Her face reddened and she turned the camera toward the car to catch the reaction of its occupants. It would not be until later that she would discover two guys, who she thankfully did not know, ogling her and pointing as she strutted her slutty self across the street, aroused as ever.

"Okay, that was hot. Embarrassing, but fucking hot," Madison said to the camera as she reached the other side of the street. All of the sudden she stopped, turned to face traffic, and said, "I just love - like - being seen. You know, looking like this. Am I a good slut?" She waited several seconds, giving several passers-by the chance to look, before taking a deep breath and zipping her jeans back up, still leaving the button undone.

Madison walked toward her class. She was running a little late at this point, so there weren't too many people out. She walked for a minute or so before passing a couple, a guy and a girl. "Oh my god, did you see that?" The guy remarked after they passed but before they were out of earshot. "Oh my god, like, fuck yeah, I look like such a slut," Madison remarked mockingly to the camera as soon as they were out of earshot.

"Um, excuse me," Madison heard someone say only a few seconds later. "Um, I just want to let you know - your jeans are unbuttoned." It was a bookish blonde girl, decent body but not much to look at.

"Oh! Thanks! Oh my god, that would have been so embarrassing if I walked into class like this!" Madison exclaimed, feigning ignorance of the situation.

"No problem," the girl replied. Madison quickly turned around and pretended to button her jeans as she continued toward her class, but the camera, still rolling, clearly showed that she had left the button undone.

"Oh my god, that was so fucking humiliating," Madison said as soon as she was out of earshot. "I feel like such a whore right now." Yet there she was, making no effort to button her jeans. "I'm just too - I - I'm almost to class, but I don't want to go yet," Madison explained. She stopped as she came to a tree and some bushes and turned her back to them so she could be fairly certain, but by no means completely assured, that nobody could see her from behind.

Her shame had gotten the better of her. Yes, she was embarrassed - embarrassed to have unzipped her jeans and walked across a busy street, and embarrassed to walk across campus with her jeans unbuttoned, even though it didn't provide much of a show. No, combined with her exposed midriff, it certainly looked as if she wanted to be looked at, wanted the attention, wanted to show that she was a slut.

And she felt like a slut too - she felt like anyone who saw her would think she was a cheap, easy slut ready to put out for any horny guy she came across. Yes, she was embarrassed by this, but her embarrassment only made her more aroused.

Madison looked around for a moment, checking to see if anyone was watching her. Satisfied, she slapped herself five times in the face. "I just wanted to slap myself and maybe show off a little first," she explained. "Maybe go to class with red cheeks or a handprint on my face. Would you like that?" She asked the camera.

Slowly, Madison raised her sweater, teasing, grabbing her bra as she went until her tits were completely exposed. "What if I - what if I touch myself first?" With the camera still rolling, Madison leaned her face toward the phone and gently massaged her right nipple, now in plain view of anyone in front of her, while she held the phone before switching hands and massaging the other nipple.

She gave a seductive half-smile before leaning her head back and sighing, almost a soft moan, as she ran her right hand down her exposed midriff to her jeans, stopping to feel inside her navel along the way.

"God, I hope nobody can see me right now," she whispered, while wondering to herself what it would be like if someone were spying on her. "Although the thought does turn me on," she continued. She tilted the camera down as she unzipped her jeans again. In a matter of a couple seconds, the fabric parted as Madison dipped her fingers underneath her panties and moaned softly as they continued their journey to her pussy.

"Ohhh, I've never done anything like this," she said. "I've never fingered my pussy out in the open on campus before. My friends could see, my classmates, my professors - they could all be watching and see how much of a slut I am," she whispered to the camera. As she spoke these words, she slid her hand completely into her panties and first two, then three fingers inside her waiting, eager hole.

"Fuck yes," she whispered. "I'm going to tell you a secret - when I fuck myself, I fantasize about everybody - my friends, and even my professors - finding out about me - like, finding out what a slut I am and - like - how much I want to be exposed and - and humiliated, and degraded, and ohhh, fuck, I'm imagining they are all coming out right now standing around pointing at me. Ohhh yes," she continued.

"What if I closed my eyes," she whispered, and didn't open them again until I had an audience, like - not knowing who will be watching, and like - recording and like - I'd be the school slut and it turns me on so much," she said. While she spoke these words she actually closed her eyes and opened them back up at the end, tilting the camera up to her face again to capture it on video.

Slowly, Madison took her fingers out of her pussy and raised them to her mouth. She looked across the open space in front of her, and, partially to her delight and partially to her dismay, nobody was there. Slowly she forced all three fingers into her mouth at once, all the way in.

"Mmmm, I love the taste of pussy," she said a little louder than usual as she sucked her juices off her hand. She sat down, having been standing the whole time, and plunged her fingers back into her pussy. Briefly, she closed her eyes and was transported back to a land of fantasy where she was being watched by people she knew.

"Oh my god, Madison?" One of them said. "Who knew she was such a whore?" Another chimed in. "Yeah, I heard that slut actually took a bunch of filthy videos and pictures - like, really degrading ones - and posted them on the internet. Used her real name too. What a skank."

Madison opened her eyes just to look for a quick moment, and when she did so, she noticed a campus police officer across the open grassy area she was facing.

"Oh, shit!" She said out loud, whipping her fingers out of her pussy. "There's a fucking cop over there. God, I'm about to get busted, I hope he didn't see me. She dropped the phone and pulled her bra and top back into position before zipping her jeans, again neglecting to button them, picked up her phone and her bag, and scurrying away in the opposite direction.

"Damn, that was close," she said laughing when she was a safe distance away from the cop. "God, I - thank god he didn't see me. I mean, like - it would be hot to have to blow him to get out of getting arrested or something - but that's - that's probably not how that would go down in this day and age, no pun intended."

"And guess what?" She added. "Still haven't buttoned my jeans!" She laughed again as she reached the door to the building where her class was held.

Madison stopped by the door to her classroom. She looked around, making sure she was alone in the hallway. Smiling, she stopped, set her bag down, and lifted her top and bra up with her free hand, exposing her tits.

She then unzipped her jeans. "Hope I don't get caught," she whispered to the camera, "because I'll never be able to cover everything up in time if somebody comes around the corner. Or out the door. But I want to show you everything - like, everything - before I go to class - and then I'll be horny enough to show my classmates this outfit."

Madison pulled down her jeans. She moved the camera away from her body, showing that she was standing in the hallway with her jeans to her low thigh and her panties fully exposed. Her shirt was still pulled up and her tits were out too. She lightly stroked her pussy through her panties, moaning, before pulling those down too. Her pussy, tits, and ass were now open to the air in a school hallway.

Madison stroked her bare pussy before inserting three fingers. Her cunt was wet and sloppy as she moaned before pulling them out, licking them, and turning around. She set the phone down at one side of the hallway, capturing her as she knelt low to the ground, ass toward the phone, and forced her middle finger into her asshole.

"Fuck me," she said as she forced the finger in all the way before pulling it out. She turned around, face to the phone, and slapped herself hard five times on each side of her face.

Madison stood up, pulled up her panties, pulled up her jeans, zipped them, buttoned them, and readjusted her top and bra. "Okay," she said, "It's been great showing off for you, but I really have to get to class. Just remember, I'm Madison Holt, and I really want to be reposted, spread around, and made into the biggest webslut. So please, tell your friends."

With that, she turned the camera off and went into class. She did notice some of the guys staring at her, and even one of the girls, but was turned on enough that she found it arousing and wished she could show them more. She leaned forward to maximize the exposure to her back, and as she stood up to leave class, pretended to fix her hair in a way that nearly doubled the exposure to her midriff.

Of course Madison posted the video online as soon as she returned from class. And it wasn't long - maybe a couple of weeks - before Madison was recognized - sort of. She was checking out at, at a warehouse store, and the cashier, probably about 25 years old, said "Hey, don't I know you from somewhere?"

"Maybe," said Madison, blushing. "But - you aren't just trying to hit on me, are you?"

"No, seriously, I know I've seen you somewhere. I just can't remember where."

"Probably - and if it is what I think it is, you'll remember - and you'll like it," she said.

"I'll like it?"

"Mm-hmm," Madison said. "Trust me, it's a good thing."

Suddenly, the guy's face lit up and he smiled. "Oh, I know where I've seen you!"

"No way! You just made my day, I have been - like, waiting for somebody to recognize me and now I - seriously, thank you. And I want to let you know that - all the stuff I said - it's all true,"

"Can I get a selfie with you?" He asked. After she obliged, she took her things and left the store, going directly home to masturbate.

Madison actually was able to masturbate almost continuously to her own exposure as she watched herself get reposted and spread around and read the nasty comments and things people were saying about her. She did a web search for "madison holt slut" and got dozens of results of her naked, but if the word "slut" was taken out, nothing.

It still kept her going, though. Nothing yet had made her truly regret her decision to be posted. In fact, she masturbated to both the reality of being exposed and the fantasy of being ruined almost daily. Over the three weeks or so after she first sent her video off to the internet, she did seem to notice that she gradually wasn't getting the rush she wanted out of it anymore. She wondered what she could do next - how could she make her exposure even more extreme? Little did she know, her world was about to change forever.

Part 09
Madison just stared at her computer screen. It was all she had been able to do ever since she got the message. She just sat and stared, and every now and then she would start to breathe heavily and shake only to look away and calm herself down before returning to read the message again. "This can't be happening," she thought. "I can't believe this is happening!"

It had been less than a month since she had posted the video of herself watching her dice roll video and waking around campus with her jeans unbuttoned and flashing discreetly. In that time, she had seen her videos posted all over the amateur porn community online. She was starting to gain a following, and although a simple web search for "Madison Holt" didn't seem to turn up much, tens of thousands of people had watched her videos. Some were leaving comments on them, saying she was a dumb slut and that she was going to be ruined and even giving her suggestions about what to do next.

Madison had become slightly more daring in her everyday attire, and crop tops had become the rule rather than the exception, although usually it was just a couple inches of her stomach peeking out from between her top and her jeans. But she was getting more looks, and she was enjoying it.

Madison was also looking and listening in case she happened to come across someone who had seen her online. However, to her relief and dismay at the same time, that had not happened yet. Of course she would not have minded if it was some random guy at a gas station or a mall or so forth, but she really didn't know if she was comfortable with her classmates knowing about her darkest desires for ruination. She continued to masturbate, almost daily, to her own self-humiliation, but she found as she always did that she got less and less of a rush out of what she had done as time went on.

Then she logged onto Facebook messenger and got the message. And on this morning, Madison's heart leapt into her throat as she read it over and over. It was so perfect, so surreal, and so horrible. She shook as she looked at the screen to read it yet again.

"Hello, Madison. I want to start by saying that I have been watching your videos and looking at the pictures you have posted for the last couple of weeks. I have to tell you, you are very arousing - exposing yourself and begging to be ruined and all of that.

Before I go any farther, please do not delete this message without reading it in its entirety. You probably get dozens of messages a day - guys wanting to go take you out, to talk dirty with you, to fuck you. This is not one of those messages. Keep reading and I will explain.

I have always fantasized about a girl wanting to be exposed, made famous, and ruined, all for her own sexual humiliation and ultimately, her own enjoyment and they enjoyment of all who watch her self-destructive behavior. I always thought the girls who seemingly wanted this either ultimately wanted the harsh reality of these situations to remain a fantasy, or they weren't real - they were middle aged men with fantasies similar to mine who were posing as a girl like you. I always wanted to do this to somebody, and now I have finally found a willing participant.

Let me explain. By willing, I don't mean you messaged me asking for this, and I don't mean that you will be 100% enthusiastic about going along with it now. When I say that you are a willing participant, I mean that you will now do exactly as I say, because the consequences of not doing so will be far worse than the consequences of following my instructions.

You have posted a good amount of humiliating nude content. You have begged to be ruined, and you have given m the information necessary to do this. Your Facebook profile was easy to find once I knew your name, city, and appearance. And now I have more information about you than I thought possible.

I do have to say, I'm surprised you are real. But there you are, with your family at Christmas last year, on vacation at Sanibel, basically the last four years or so if your life there for me to peruse - and anyone else who has seen you nude and cares to look you up. I expected something else - I expected you to be a fake or a flake - but no, you are real.

Anyway, I now know who your parents are. I know who your closest friends are. I know who your professors are and who the dean of the college of education at the U. Of Naperville is. I know where you have checked in, I know about what times you have class. If this sounds a little freaky, don't panic - it's designed to show you just what I can find and just what I can do if you do not follow instructions.

So this is what I will do: I will give you tasks one at a time, requiring you to take pictures or videos of yourself. They will be humiliating, embarrassing, sexy, slutty, degrading, and perhaps even public. Some will be easy, and some will be difficult and risky. I will start you with an easy one to show that I really mean no harm, however, I not only want to watch your self-destruction, but also play a role in creating it. I will give you a deadline for each task. Finish the task by the deadline and I will give you another task and another deadline.

Easy tasks that you can do without leaving your apartment will not need much time - after all, if something takes about 20 minutes to complete, I'm sure you can find the time for that given a couple of days. More difficult, time consuming and more risky tasks will result in a longer deadline. After all, I am considerate, and I will consider the fact that you have other obligations and other things that need to be done when setting deadlines for you. I also know that a task should be done within a finite period of time, otherwise, procrastination or risk avoidance sets in and the task never gets done.

Keep doing the tasks and meeting deadlines, and sending the resultant pictures and videos, and those pictures and videos will be posted online and added to the growing collection of your material online. If you miss a deadline, and fail to message me immediately and BEG for an extension, I will select five random Facebook friends of yours and send them links to each and every naked picture and humiliating video of you that exists online. Why five? Well, it will be enough to make it worth your while to do exactly as you are told, every time, and it will be few enough to give you a second chance if you decide not to follow through.

Just think - five people, five of your friends, knowing about you posting videos, masturbating, having sex with another girl, begging to be exposed and ruined. Imagine five of your friends listening as you tell them what a slut you are. Imagine five of your friends looking as you beg for more. And imagine them telling more and more of your friends until most of the people in your life know all about you, and you see what I mean when I say that you are a willing participant because it is in your best interest to cooperate.

Oh, one other thing - before you go deactivating your Facebook or deleting your account thinking that I won't find you and that you can simply opt out of this - know that I have saved every one of your videos and pictures. Know that I have also saved links to the Facebook profiles of your entire list of Facebook friends, including your parents. If you delete or deactivate your account I will send links to ALL of your explicit content to all those people, starting with your parents.

So, the question is, will you play along, Madison? If you decide to play, and I think you will, your first task is a simple one.

All you will have to do is write "make me famous," "expose me," "Madison Holt," and "Naperville, IL" on your stomach with red lipstick or marker. Then do a short strip set photo shoot. One photo of you in a short crop top and shorts. Then take off your clothes one item at a time - top, shorts, bra and panties - and take one final picture of you, smiling, spread eagle, pointing to the words written on your body. E-mail the photos to me within 48 hours and await your next task.

I await your prompt reply."

"Wow," Madison thought, finishing the lengthy, detailed message for the dozenth or so time. "This is actually happening." She didn't know what to call it - she didn't really want to use the B word, blackmail, even if she knew that's really what the message was.

Madison sat in her chair and thought. "Well, could I get out of this?" She wondered. "Is there even a way?" She racked her brain in search of a loophole, a way to remain in control of what she posted, a way to avoid following along with the orders of her commander. Of course, there really wasn't an easy way out. "Do I really want out?" She wondered. After all, she did enjoy exposing herself, and the thought of writing those words on her body and shipping the photos into cyberspace was arousing to her.

"Do I want to do this?" She wondered aloud. She briefly thought of going to the authorities, asking for help and protection, but she knew that, first, she was likely to be outed if she did this. She also knew that the fun she was having would likely stop. She also briefly thought of just shutting down, refusing to reply, and telling her parents that she had been the target of a revenge porn scheme.

Clearly, that would not work either, especially since she had been so adamant in her videos that she be reposed and exposed everywhere, and since she had so deliberately shown the world how aroused it made her to risk having her life and reputation completely ruined by real name exposure. "You know, actually," Madison thought, "the task I have isn't really any worse than what I've already done."

Madison, as bubbly and immature as she could be sometimes, wasn't completely stupid. She knew in the back of her mind that she could be simply giving her commander more material to work with down the road, to keep the blackmail effect going and make it stronger over time. She also knew that the tasks could potentially get more extreme. But also knew that she was extremely aroused as she sat and read the message for what seemed like the hundredth time, and she knew that she would likely just have to do what she was told if she didn't want to face the consequences.

Still shaking, Madison rose from her seat and slowly approached her closet. She signed. "Why the fuck am I doing this," she said with a slight giggle. "I'm really going to be ruined one of these days." Madison opened the door and searched for her shortest shorts and her shortest crop top. "I guess that will be one hell of an orgasm when it actually happens," she said. She pulled out the shorts and top. "I know this seems sick," she thought, "but I think I want to keep this going as long as I can. The rush is awesome."

Madison shook her head, pausing for a moment. Even though she was totally exposed online, in just about every way she could imagine, she still had to stop and think for a minute before she could proceed. "Make me famous?" She asked herself. "Is that really what I want? To be famous for this?" Madison didn't answer. In a way, she was a little frightened at what the answer might be.

She kept going back to thinking about whether she had a choice in the matter or whether she was being forced as she almost mindlessly slipped off her cotton bra and slipped on a pink lace one. "Do I really want to keep showing off like this?" She wondered. "Or is this all just a good fantasy gone wrong?" She slipped on matching pink lace thong panties and began to search her lipstick drawer for an old lipstick she could use to write on her body.

Madison quickly stopped rummaging and closed the drawer. She placed her hands on the back of her desk chair and looked at her lingerie-clad body in the mirror. "For one thing, I can't fit all that on my body if I write it with a fat lipstick..." she thought. "For another thing - what happened to normal Madison?" She said aloud. "What happened to the normal girl who wanted to be a teacher and get married and have k**s and a normal life and not be exposed for all to see on the internet like a cheap whore?"

Madison traced a line from her breasts to her navel with her finger. She pondered her fate for a moment. "I really am fucked," she said. "I begged for it, and then I got it." She dug in her desk drawer briefly and pulled out a red sharpie. "Well - God, I just can't help it," she said. "I really want more."

Madison pulled on her shorts after throwing her sharpie down on the bed. The shorts were a medium color of blue denim, and were frayed at the bottom hem. The top hem rested about three or four inches below her pierced bellybutton, and the shorts were cut high along the outsides of her thighs and showed a hint of her ass cheek along the side and back. She had only really ever worn them to parties and clubs on the somewhat rare occasion that she went.

"God, I love showing off in these," she said. Seeing her slutty body in those shorts only fueled the fire that was burning inside her, and she knew she was already too aroused to turn back. "God, I love being exposed like a filthy little slut!"

Madison pulled on a cream colored crop top. It was strappy in the front in the cleavage area, and it did a rather poor job hiding her pink bra straps. It was barely long enough to cover her tits and left almost her entire stomach exposed. "Do you like my outfit?" She asked the mirror. "Do you like it when I dress like a slut for you? I know I love showing off my body like this. And I love writing nasty stuff on my body and exposing myself like the filthy slut I am. I need to be a bigger - a bigger webslut."

Madison knew what she had to do. Grabbing the sharpie, she began to draw on her stomach, starting high, not too far below her tits. "M - a - k - e," Madison said aloud as she wrote the first word. "Make. Make me." She giggled a little at the thought, as if someone actually had to make her do anything. "You don't really have to make me. I want to do this," she said to her reflection.

"F-A-M-O-U-S," Madison said out loud as she wrote the word on her upper stomach. "Make me famous," she said. "Oh, my god, mmm-hmm," she said. She smiled at her reflection and the words on her body. She already felt a sensation between her legs, and it was the unmistakable sensation of a girl who was getting too aroused to stop herself.

"Expose me," Madison said out loud when she had finished writing the next line. "Yes, definitely. I want to be shown off all over like the slut I am. And I want everyone to know my name, and I want to be spread around and shown off. And speaking of my name," she said, trailing off as she picked up the marker again.

"Madison. Madison Holt," she said as she finished the next line. "Make me famous, expose me, Madison Holt." She then had a slight modification that she though let would make the pictures just a tad more slutty, and she added a dash just before her name as if the preceding words, "make me famous" and "expose me" were some sort of quote that she wanted to be attributed to herself and herself alone.

"I really do want to be exposed, exposed and made famous. I want my reputation ruined. I want to be a cheap slut, and I want my only value to be taking my clothes off and humiliating myself online and in public. I want to be treated like the cheap slut I am. And that's why I am going through with this." Madison leaned in to her mirror as she said these words, speaking to her reflection as if it were another part of her conscience that still needed convincing. In fact, seeing her scantily clad body in that mirror with those words only reinforced what Madison already knew - that she was a slut, that she did in fact love being exposed and humiliated, and that she was aroused by her own sluttishness.

Madison leaned into the mirror and kissed her reflection on the lips. "I wish I could blackmail myself," she thought. "I'd make me do a lot worse than this." She picked up the marker again and wrote "Naperville, IL below her bellybutton. "Maybe one day it will get worse, and I really will be famous." She had no idea what she would make herself do - go out in a skimpy bikini with writing on, go out and tell strangers what a slut she was and why, go to class wearing next to nothing - the ideas seemed endless but the reality was that she really hadn't been humiliated yet, only exposed and extremely aroused.

"There," said Madison. "Maybe when I send these and the guy realizes how much I love this, it will get worse. Or better. Or, like - more extreme," she thought. She picked up her phone and began to take the pictures, her arousal overriding any hint of reluctance she may have had.

Madison was aroused enough that, although she only had to take five pictures, she wound up taking more, wanting to show off more. She first posed with the words on her stomach visible to the camera between her top and shorts. Then, she reset the timer and took one from the side, one from the back, and one of her bending forward slightly, her ass cheeks peeking out of the shorts. "Yes," she said softly. "Go ahead. Make me famous, ohhhh, I need this!"

Madison faced the camera again and pulled her top up over her bra, holding on to it as the camera snapped again. She finished the job, tossing the top across the room before the camera snapped another picture.

Before the camera could flash again, she unbuttoned her shorts and let the camera capture her as she was about to pull them down. "Hmm," she thought. "This reminds me of walking across campus with my jeans unbuttoned." She smiled as she allowed her body to be photographed again before pulling off her shorts, tossing them aside.

Madison was now down to her pink bra and panties. She quickly took another picture, then another of her bra halfway off and her nipples spilling over the top of its cups. Then she smiled wide and held her bra in the air as she bent her hips and thrust her midriff, the words it contained describing her deepest desires, toward the camera embedded in her phone.

"God, yes, make me a slut!" She said softly. "And then make me a bigger slut. I need more! I need more exposure, I need to be passed around like a whore!" Madison peeled off her panties as the camera took another picture, then pointed to her stomach and smiled as yet another picture was snapped.

Madison sat on the bed, her legs dangling over the footboard. She spread her legs as wide as she could, opening her pussy and smiling wide. "God, this is going to be hot - having all those people see me, knowing I'm just a slut who wants to be famous for this!"

Madison laid back on the bed. She had no choice - she ached with desire. "Ohhh, yes," she moaned as she squeezed her left tit with her left hand and stroked her pussy with her right.

"Yes, please - please, make me famous. All of you. Make me famous for being a shown off webslut! Make me famous for wanting to be exposed. Make me the biggest webslut in the world!" She moaned as she forced two fingers inside her waiting hole.

"Ohhh, I'm such a fucking slut!" Madison moaned. "I'm a dirty, filthy, nasty slut! I'm too slutty to be a teacher! I'm too slutty to be anything! I don't want that anymore. I just want to be a shown off humiliated whore!"

Madison shoved two more fingers inside her cunt. She only paused long enough to pick up her phone and take a picture of her four fingers buried in her pussy. "Oh, fuck, yes, blackmail me! Make me reveal myself even more! Make me act like a slut in public and show everyone, ohhhhh! Make me a blackmailed stupid little slut! Ohhhhh!" Madison bucked her hips and practically rode her fingers as she achieved the organs she had been craving. She continued to moan, thrusting, sweating, reading the words on her stomach out loud as she fucked herself.

Soon after, Madison laid on her bed, the words on her stomach and the pictures on her phone virtually the only physical reminders of what had transpired. In the past, Madison had hesitated before sending or submitting the content that she had created. However, this time, there was no hesitation. She picked up her phone, attached the several pictures she had taken, and emailed them away in a flash.

"I've completed your task and can't wait for the next one! Kisses, Madison," she wrote. She then washed off her stomach, at least as well as she could, before putting on a pair of jeans and a low-cut sweater and heading to class.

It was only a couple of days later when Madison received her next assignment. "I know this is short notice, but I don't exactly care," the message began. "it's going to snow a few inches in your area in a couple of days. I want a video of you going out in the new fallen snow in your bikini and making snow angels. Then take off the bikini and do them nude. And make it a revealing two-piece, not one of those lousy full-bottomed, cleavage-covering lame excuses for a swimsuit. A shown off slut like you has to have something better than that."

"Hmmm," Madison thought. "That's actually a fun idea. And I actually don't have an issue with the bikini request. But how in the hell am I going to do that naked, in the daytime, outside, without being seen? For that matter, how am I going to get a decent video of that?" She wondered.

The answer to the second question was more obvious. The easiest thing to do would be to have a friend shoot the video while she pranced around like a slut and froze her tits off. But who? She first thought of Hannah, who had helped her expose herself more than once already. She wasn't too embarrassed to make this request of Hannah, and based on their past experiences that Hannah would likely be more than willing to help. But did that mean she would have to tell Hannah about the guy that was blackmailing her?

"No," Madison decided, "I can just tell her I got a sexy idea and I want her to help me out with it. I don't think I want to tell anyone - not even her - about this guy. It would totally freak her out!" She then realized, all of the sudden, that she didn't know who this guy was, didn't know whether she could trust him - didn't really even know if it was a "him" in the first place. He - assuming it was a he - had clearly used a fake Facebook profile to message her, and she had no idea who he was. But she also knew that she really didn't have a choice if he had meant anything that he said, and she actually found the idea of being ordered to further expose herself quite arousing.

Madison picked up her phone and messaged Hannah. "Hey girl! You want to hang out in a couple of days?"

"Ummm it's going to snow, so..." Hannah replied.

"So? I have an idea for that..."

"Oh, ok! But how are you going to get home?" Hannah inquired.

It was true, the girls lived about an hour apart. In fact, they had first met by chance when Madison traveled to a somewhat distant shopping mall to strut around in slutty clothes where nobody would know her.

"Maybe I could stay over?" Madison asked finally.

"Uhhh, sure!" Hannah replied. "Can't wait to hear your idea!"

Madison packed her bag that night, and two days later, which was a Saturday, she left in the mid morning just as snow started to fall. For the occasion, she wore a skimpy string bikini. The bikini was light green, except for the strings, which were white. It was the kind of bikini that barely had a string covering her asshole and about a two-inch-wide strip of fabric covering her pussy. Her breasts were barely covered by thin green triangles held up by thin white strings which tied behind her neck and back. Over the bikini, Madison wore a blue cropped sweater and a pair of tight jeans which left about four inches of her midriff exposed in between.

Madison couldn't help but rub her pussy through her jeans almost the entire drive, and at one point, on a particularly deserted stretch of road, she actually unbuttoned her jeans and slid two fingers into her pussy. "I'm a slut," she told herself, "and I'm going to go show off some more."

When she arrived at Hannah's apartment, Madison wasted no time telling Hannah about her plans.

"So, you know how I - like - I've been - I like to - to show off online and stuff?" Madison asked.

"Yeah, I mean - I've been noticing. You've gotten really daring lately!"

"Yeah, I know, I didn't know if you had seen -"

"Oh, I saw. The videos, you giving out your name - I mean, that was part of the deal, but why did you do it again?"

"Well, you saw the video. I got so turned on by like - by being exposed with my name, and by the risk, and by ruining my reputation that I couldn't help it."

"Wow, I mean, you didn't have to do it a second time. Do you realize how risky that is?"

"Yeah," said Madison, a little humiliated that even Hannah thought she was being stupid.

"And you are OK with that?" Hannah asked, surprised.

"Yeah, I - I am, actually," Madison said. "I mean, most of the time. Sometimes it seems like too much, like I know it's crazy and I feel like a slut but - yes, it's really what I want. I need it. It just makes me too horny, I can't stop. And I don't want to stop."

"Wow, I mean - that's really hot," was all Hannah could say. "As long as you are sure."

"I'm sure," Madison said, smiling. "Anyway, I had an idea - and it's actually probably less crazy than some of the other ones I've had. But I need your help."

"Okay, well, what is it?"

"Well you see these bikini straps hanging out of this sweater?"

"Yeah, I was wondering what was up with that - "

"Yeah, well, I was thinking, after it snows a few inches, we go out and make snow angels in our bikinis. I've heard of girls doing this before, but - I wanted to do it too."

"And you want me to go out there and freeze my ass off with you?!" Hannah replied with an unconvinced chuckle.

"Well, if you want. Or you could just film me doing it. That's why I needed your help - I want make a video."

"To post online?"

"Yes - and you know, I might decide to get a little crazy and take the bikini off. Maybe." Madison said with a wink.

"Ohhhh, I see where this is going," Hannah said. "Look, I'm not going to be making any videos of myself having sex with you or anything, okay? I mean, I'm just not - "

"No, I get it," said Madison. "That wasn't the plan anyway. Just me making snow angels, and you can join in if you want, but no videos of you, and then you can record me doing whatever crazy thing I do when I get horny out there."

"Okay, I mean - "

"Trust me, I'll make it worth it for you," Madison said seductively.

"Well, I can't say no to that," said Hannah with a flirty grin. The girls just now noticed that they had been gradually approaching one another and that Hannah's left hand had reached out to touch Madison's right as the girls almost leaned against the kitchen counter. The sensation drew Madison closer, and Hannah's right hand was soon lightly caressing the exposed portion of Madison's left side.

The girls leaned in close and both smiled seductively. Hannah's hand was soon planted firmly on Madison's bare skin, and the girls' lips connected. Hannah opened her mouth to allow Madison's tongue entrance, and soon the girls were rubbing their tongues together, mouths open wide. It was a rather long kiss, and Madison's right hand broke free from Hannah's hand and wrapped around Hannah's left side.

"Mmmm," Hannah moaned.

"Mmm-hmmm," Madison moaned back.

"You like that?" Madison said as the girls broke their kiss.

"Yes," said Hannah. "It's been a while since I kissed a girl. I forgot how amazing it feels."

"Me too," Madison said. "I have an idea - why don't you go put on a bikini just in case."

"I suppose I could do that," Hannah said with a flirty, false display of shyness. "Why don't you come to my room and help me pick one out?"

"I thought you'd never ask," Madison said, smiling at her friend.

The girls quickly headed to Hannah's room. It was a good thing they were home alone, as Hannah's parents has gone away for the weekend and her brother was staying on campus at his college. Hannah opened her dresser drawer and pulled out three bikinis to choose from.

"Hmm," said Madison. "You might have to try them on for me, I can't decide just by looking."

Hannah smiled and shook her head. "Are you just trying to get my clothes off?" She asked.

"No," said Madison, smiling back. "But it is an added bonus! Here, let me help you." The girls embraced and locked lips again as Madison reached under Hannah's t-shirt, making sure to graze her hands ever so slightly against her stomach as she did so, sending shivers down Hannah's spine. They stopped kissing only long enough for Madison to pull the shirt over Hannah's head.

"Here, want to help me with this?" Hannah asked, turning around so Madison had easy access to Hannah's bra clasp. Madison first placed her hands around Hannah's exposed waist before gently caressing Hannah's sides, giving Hannah goosebumps as she moved her hands to the clasp. In a flash, the bra was undone. Hannah moved her shoulders together, and the shoulder straps fell over her shoulders and her tits were freed from the cups as the bra slid down her arms.

Madison's gentle touch moved slowly around Hannah's sides, feeling every inch of the side of Hannah's breasts. At the same time, Hannah spun her head around slowly to the left as Madison placed her chin over Hannah's right shoulder and began to kiss her neck.

"Ohhhh," Hannah moaned. Madison began to nibble at the stretched skin of Hannah's neck as her cupped hands finally found Hannah's exposed nipples. The bra fell to the floor, and Hannah reached her left hand behind her to squeeze the exposed skin of Madison's left side.

Madison continued to run her fingers across Hannah's left breast as she moved her right hand lower, lower, into Hannah's navel and then back out, going down, down until she had reached the button of Hannah's jeans. Hannah nodded enthusiastically as Madison pulled at the button hole with her forefinger and thumb while she pushed at the button with her middle finger, forcing the button through the hole before pulling the zipper down to its lowest possible location.

Hannah spun around a half turn to her right. She placed her hands on Madison's exposed sides and pressed her bare breasts into Madison's covered ones. Madison wrapped her arms around Hannah, pulling her jeans down from behind as the girls locked lips again.

"Mmmm, mmm," Hannah moaned. She could not speak, Madison's tongue was as far into Hannah's mouth as she could get it. Hannah, overcome by arousal, sucked on Madison's tongue as Madison gently bit Hannah's upper lip. Madison moaned in delight.

Hannah's hands slowly rose up Madison's sides, bringing the hem of Madison's sweater along as she stopped every couple of inches to squeeze Madison's bare flesh before allowing her hands to continue their journey. Hannah became more aggressive with her kissing, forcing Madison's tongue back into her own mouth and forcing her own tongue in as well. Madison, not to be outdone, but down hard on Hannah's bottom lip.

"Mmm," Hannah moaned in excitement. She tugged gently upward on Madison's sweater to let her know that she was intent on removing it, and Madison obliged, giving Hannah's lip one more hard bite before breaking her mouth away and allowing her sweater to be lifted over her head. The girls looked into each others' eyes and smiled.

Hannah quickly pulled the thin fabric triangles covering Madison's breasts off to the side, exposing the bare flesh of Madison's nipples before gently grabbing her own tits and using her hands to flick her own nipples across Madison's.

Madison giggled. She smiled at Hannah before pushing her backward into her bed. Quickly, before Hannah could react, she pulled off Hannah's jeans by grabbing them at the ankles. The only clothing that remained on Hannah's body was her blue lace panties. Hannah smiled and giggled, having no objection whatsoever to Madison removing her clothes.

Madison leaned over Hannah as Hannah laid on the bed. She kissed Hannah's bellybutton and caressed her nipples with her hands. "Mmmm," Hannah moaned in response.

"You're even sexier than I remembered," Madison commented.

"And you're even more of a slut," Hannah replied as Madison slid her bare breasts up Hannah's midriff. Madison took Hannah's left breast into her mouth and sucked hard, eliciting a moan of heightened arousal from her friend. She looked up at Hannah seductively as she teased the nipple with her tongue.

"Come up here," Hannah whispered. Madison obliged, her nipples brushing Hannah's upper abdomen until they were almost even with Hannah's breasts, and began to suck the soft skin of Hannah's neck.

Hannah responded by reaching down, feeling Madison's bare sides as she went, until she had reached the button on Madison's jeans. She quickly unbuttoned and unzipped them, and Madison stood up only long enough to remove the jeans before crawling back on top of Hannah.

"Wow, you have such an amazing body," Hannah commented as Madison slid off her jeans leaving only her bikini bottoms and bikini top, which was still mis-adjusted so that her breasts were exposed.

Madison locked lips with Hannah as soon as she crawled on top of her. The girls' tongues connected and Hannah moaned. Madison had her knees placed at either side of Hannah's stomach, and her feet were curled underneath her legs as she straddled Hannah. Madison began to slightly hump Hannah in a way that the girls' nipples flicked against each other over and over as Hannah reached behind Madison's back and pulled on her bikini string, untying it before pulling it from between the girls and sending it onto the floor where it belonged.

"Let's get these off," Madison whispered as she stopped kissing Hannah and pulled down on her panties. "Enough of this foreplay. I need to eat your pussy." Hannah raised her hips as Madison pulled the panties down and, crawling off of Hannah, pulled them off.

Madison knelt at the bed as she grabbed Hannah's hips and pulled her closer, so that Hannah's knees were raised in the air and her feet were at the edge of the bed. Her legs spread, and her pussy was proudly displayed for Madison as she looked up at Hannah and gave it a long, slow lick.

"Ohhhhh, god," Hannah moaned. This only aroused Madison more.

"You remember how much I like dirty talk, right?" Madison asked.

"Yes - believe me, I know - I've been watching your videos too," Hannah replied.

"Good. Do you want to talk dirty to me while I eat your pussy?"

"Mmmhmm," Hannah replied as Madison gave her pussy another good, long, but rough lick from bottom to top.

"And call me a slut? And degrade me?"

"Mmmhmm. And -" Madison gave Hannah's pussy another rough tonguing as Hannah moaned. "And tell you what I really think of those videos," Hannah continued.

"Oh," yes, Hannah, I want to hear all about it while I eat your pussy," Madison whispered.

"Oh, god yes, eat my pussy you filthy slut!" Hannah whispered. "God, you turned into such a slut! Exposing your body, begging to be ruined, begging to be spread! Posting videos, telling everyone your name, ohhhh!"

"Yes, I did," Madison admitted as she took a short break from licking Hannah's pussy before plugging her tongue deep inside.

"Ohhhh, such a dumb little slut!" Hannah Mohamed loudly. "You're going to get what you want, slut! You're going to be famous. You're going to be ruined!"

"Mmmmm," Madison moaned in response, she sucked on Hannah's clit, driving her into a frenzy.

"Eat my pussy, you little show off slut! Ohhhh! Eat me! Ohhhh, you're way more of a whore than I thought you were, ohhhh!" Madison sucked deeply on Hannah's pussy as she heard those words.

"God, those videos - so - hot!" Hannah moaned. "Ohhhh, yes! I want you to do more, Madison! I want you - want you - ohhhh!" Hannah came hard and fast as Madison kept licking and sucking. Her legs began to quiver and her face flushed pink as her friend changed her rhythm from a hard suck back to a slow caress of her tongue against Hannah's pussy.

"Did you like that?" Madison asked, smiling.

"I always like that," Hannah replied. "Get up here and give me a taste." Madison complied, crawling into bed next to Hannah and kissing her deeply, allowing Hannah to taste her own juices and suck them from Madison's mouth. The girls embraced as they kissed, and Hannah barely calmed down from her orgasm through the next several minutes.

"I don't want to stop," Hannah said finally.

"Me either," said Madison. "But I have to pee. I had a long drive, you know." Madison got up, not bothering to put on any more clothes, and visited the restroom. Hannah was still lying on the bed when she returned.

"So, why don't we pick out a bikini for you?" Madison suggested. "We can start with this one." Madison held up a beige bikini. It was the style designed to look like underwear rather than a bikini, and so it was a little fuller in the ass and the breast area than Madison's, although it wasn't entirely boring. It was low cut, and there was about a one inch elastic band running around the back of the top, and the bottoms narrowed to about an inch and a half on the sides.

Hannah sat up and took the bikini from Madison. She stood up and slipped on the bottoms before pulling the top over her head.

"Hmmm," Madison said. "You do look good in a bikini," she said with a wink.

"Oh, thanks," Hannah said. "So do you." The girls kissed softly, Madison's still-bare breasts mashing against Hannah's bikini-clad ones.

"Okay, next one," Madison said. This time, she held up a black bikini with pink strings. "This one looks like it might be a little sexier." She helped Hannah out of her beige top and pulled down the bottoms as Hannah fastened the black and pink garment over her tits. She stepped into the black bottoms and pulled them up. They had pink rings at the sides, and were more full-bottomed than the last pair.

Madison, who was still crouching, began to caress Hannah's legs and tongue her bellybutton. Hannah moaned softly, not objecting to Madison's advances, but allowing herself to enjoy the sensation.

"I think the next one might be the winner," she said softly as she stood up. "Why don't you show me that one?" She sat on the bed, and Hannah thought for a moment.

Hannah slowly moved to the center of the room, squeezing her breasts as she stuck her ass out behind her and forced her breasts forward. She ran one hand down to her crotch as she spread her legs, feeling her pussy through the fabric. "Mmmm," she moaned. Madison smiled in delight.

Hannah raised her arms over her head, stretching her body as she stepped closer to Madison. She pulled the top string of her bikini, allowing the fabric to fall and her breasts to be exposed directly in front of Madison's face. She moved closer, pressing her breasts against Madison's face as she reached behind her and untied the bottom string of the bikini top and tossed the garment aside.

Hannah crawled on top of her friend, placing her knees to either side of her friend's ass. She leaned back, resting her shoulders on the floor as she held her ass against the edge of the bed and stretched her legs in the air. She then pulled off her bikini bottoms, spreading her legs to give Madison a wonderful view of her cunt as she pushed against the floor with her arms, gyrating her hips like a stripper as her pussy all but touched Madison's bare stomach.

"Wow, that's quite the show," Madison said, smiling.

Hannah giggled. "Just wait till you see what I do when we come back inside," she said. "Not the show itself - something else."

"I can't wait," Madison said as she watched her friend stand up. Hannah quickly put on the third bikini. It was teal, and had tiny strings and smaller pieces of fabric covering her most private areas. It wasn't quite as revealing as Madison's, but it was close.

"I think this is a winner," Madison said as she watched Hannah walk back and forth across the room, turning as if she were on a catwalk. "Nice ass. Yes, this is the one!"

"Okay," said Hannah. "But only because you insisted." Madison smiled before looking outside.

"Oh, wow," she said. "There's a lot of snow and only a couple hours of daylight left. I think we had better head out."

"Okay," said Hannah. She was already putting her jeans back on when Madison put on her bikini top. However, Madison just sat there rather than put on any more clothes. Instead, she reached into her bag and pulled out a pair of ankle boots and put those on as Hannah replaced her T-shirt.

"What are you doing?" Hannah asked. "You can't go outside like that!"

"Why not?"

"Because you'll freeze your ass off!"

"I'm going to freeze my ass off anyway," Madison said, laughing. "Besides, I kind of want to force myself to do it. For some reason the idea of making myself do that is - it's hot to me."

"Well I mean - you know we can't go out in the backyard, right?"

"Why not?"

"The neighbors! They'll tell my mom they saw me and a friend outside and - that will just be too many questions from my mom."

"So where are we going?"

"How about the park where we went last time?" Madison nodded her head in agreement.

"Still don't want to put on any more clothes?" Hannah asked after a moment.

"No. I already made up my mind about that," Madison replied with a seductive smile. "Can't let myself back out now. Besides, the car should be warm, eventually, right?"

Hannah shook her head and smiled. Moments later, Hannah had put on her shoes and she led a bikini-clad Madison Holt to her garage where the girls got into her car.

"Wow, okay, this is cold!" Madison exclaimed.

"Yeah, no shit," Hannah replied. Madison shivered as Hannah pulled the car out of the garage.

"Here," said Madison, handing Hannah her phone. "Might as well start recording now." Madison was still aroused by her time in the bedroom with Hannah, and she could not wait to get started on her next video adventure.

"Okay - just one thing- "

"What?"

"You're putting this online, right?"

"Yeah, why else would I be recording it?"

"Okay, just - don't mention my name. At all. Call me baby or whatever generic term you want, but my name will not be in this video. Okay?"

"Yes, baby," Madison said, smiling.

"It is so fucking cold," Madison said as soon as Hannah started recording. It was a good thing there wasn't much traffic on the road due to the snow, because Hannah had to repeatedly take her eyes off the road to make sure she was doing a good job of recording Madison.

"Yeah, well - why are you in a bikini in the middle of winter?"

"Because I'm a slut," Madison said. She smiled shyly at the camera.

"You're a slut?" Hannah asked.

"I'm a slut. Want to see?"

"See what?" Hannah asked.

"This," said Madison. She reached behind her neck and untied her bikini, allowing it to fall down and exposing her breasts to the camera. "See? I'm a slut!" Madison said laughing nervously. "And," she said as she touched her pussy through her bikini bottoms, "this is my first time flashing on video in public." That sentence was much more sultry than shy that way Madison said it.

"Okay, slut," Hannah said. "Why are you taking your clothes off in my car?"

"Because I - I'm a slut. I'm webslut Madison Holt, and I'm going to make a video for you today. The question you should have asked," said the highly aroused Madison, "is why am I not completely naked?"

"Okay, Madison. Why are you not completely naked?"

"I don't know, actually. Here, let me fix that!" Madison no sooner finished talking than she began to raise her ass off the car seat by applying pressure in her legs and shoulders, and she pulled off her bikini bottoms before ripping her top the rest of the way off. "There. Is that better?" Madison asked.

"Yeah, better until somebody sees you!" Hannah replied. There was a little hint of jealousy in her voice, wishing that she was the one naked in the passenger seat. There was another hint of nerves, as she was a little concerned what would happen if someone saw her friend nude. And finally, there was the biggest hint of all, the hint of Hannah excitedly, nervously egging Madison on, pushing her to dig herself deeper into her journey in sluthood.

"Maybe somebody will see me," Madison replied. "You want to know a secret? I actually think that would be really hot," Madison admitted.

"Well, here you go," replied Hannah. As Madison looked ahead, she saw a truck in the right lane, and Hannah was about to pass it. Only she didn't. She slowed down, pulling even with the cab, giving the driver a perfect vantage point to look down and see her friend. All of the sudden Hannah blew her horn.

"Spread those legs, slut!" Hannah barked. Madison did as she was told, placing her left foot, still in its ankle book, on the dashboard, and placing her right knee against the window, spreading her legs as far apart as the car would allow.

"Oh my god, this is hot!" Madison exclaimed. "I wonder if he has seen me yet?"

In response to this, Hannah pressed a button on her door, and Madison's window slowly disappeared inside its sheath. Just as soon as the window had vanished, the girls heard the trucker blow his horn in reply, and Madison knew that her body had been exposed to him.

It was intoxicating to Madison to expose herself to a stranger like this - on the road, in her friend's car, like the wild and free slut she was. She squeezed her breasts in his direction and looked up into the cab. She saw him give her a thumbs up sign, and she giggled. Turning back to the camera, she said, "See, I'm a slut. I like showing off."

"Yes, I can see that," said Hannah. Madison was freezing cold already, and Hannah quickly rolled up the window.

"God, it's cold, but I just can't bring myself to cover up," said Madison. "I'm too fucking horny!" She leaned her seat back and rested her left knee against the seat back, placing her left foot on the center console as she gave the camera a full frontal view of her shaved pussy.

The girls drove for several more minutes before they reached the park. There weren't many more people on the road, but those who were had a great opportunity to see a college girl showing off her body, if only for a split second. Thankfully for Madison, or perhaps not, when they arrived at the park it was deserted. Madison stepped out of the car wearing nothing but her ankle boots, standing outside in the freezing cold while Hannah turned the car off and came around to the other side to capture Madison's public display on video. It was only then that Madison put her bikini back on.

The girls walked up a small hill and briefly down a path not often traveled by park goers. It was there, near where the girls had made a public display the first time they had visited this park together, that a freezing cold Madison Holt turned to the camera.

"So, I'm going to make some snow angels for you," she said. "And, obviously, it's going to be really cold. But that's okay, because I like it. I mean, for some reason, the idea of forcing myself to freeze out here, and be uncomfortable in that way, is really turning me on."

"Okay, let's see," said Hannah.

Madison slowly laid down on her back in the snow, gasping softly when her ass touched the white powder. She smiled as she forced her backside into the fluffy snow. "Ooohhhh," she said, shivering. She laid down fully and stretched out her body before waving her arms up and down and her legs back and forth.

Madison stood up, moving to a slightly farther location to repeat the process again. As she did so, her body began to shiver uncontrollably. She laid down, less shocked by the cold now, as she was freezing anyway, and repeated the process again.

"Why don't - do you want to do one?" Madison asked Hannah. She looked up and saw an apprehensive look on Hannah's face.

"Umm," she said. I don't know. You look like you are frigid!"

"Come on," Madison said. "You do one and I'll do three more."

"Oh, okay, I guess I will," said Hannah. "But don't video my face, okay?" Madison nodded. She stood up, still shivering, and took the phone from Hannah. She filmed from Hannah's chest down as Hannah took off her coat, then her T-shirt, and finally her jeans.

"You're crazy," said Hannah. She was shivering before the snow even touched her body, holding her arms together in front of her.

"Hurry up, for the love of god!" Madison begged. She was starting to turn pink from the cold. Hannah obliged, shrieking as her ass hit the snow. She quickly waved her arms back and forth, then her legs, giggling as she went. She then stood up and put her jeans back on followed by her shirt and finally her coat. She was still cold when Madison handed her the phone again.

"Okay, you said three, right?" Asked Hannah.

"Yep," said Madison. She laid back down in a fresh patch of snow.

"What's your name?" Said Hannah.

"Madison Holt," came the reply. "Webslut Madison." She proceeded to make a third snow angel before doing something that Hannah perhaps anticipated, but did not expect. Madison sat up and untied her bikini top again, exposing her tits.

"You just can't keep your clothes on, can you?" Hannah asked.

"Why would I want to? I love to take my clothes off, it makes me more of a slut!" She got up again, lying down in a new spot, and raised her legs in the air. She pulled her bikini bottoms down over her feet and flung them into the snow. Hannah, not wanting to miss anything, moved closer for a better view, still holding Madison's phone.

"Ohhhhh, this is fucking cold," Madison said, laughing, as she completed another snow angel. "One more quick one," she said as she got up, took a few steps to her left, and sat down in a fresh patch of snow and began to repeat the process. When she was finished, she stood up and looked around as if there was something she was looking for.

Quickly, Madison picked up her bikini and hurried over to a nearby park bench. She sat down directly in the middle, praising her feet up and bending her knees slightly as she placed them on the ends of the bench. "Ohhhh, this - this being cold thing is really turning me on. Would I be crazy if I wanted a couple more minutes of forcing myself to freeze?" She asked.

"It's frigid out here! I actually have on clothes and I'm still cold!" Hannah replied. Madison responded by putting her bikini back on.

"I don't think that's going to help much," Hannah said.

"Oh, it will help make me cold, I mean." Madison was shivering visibly now. Hannah stood five or six feet away, and to her, Madison's shaking was clearly beyond all control. But then Madison started picking up snow from the bench.

"Isn't that just going to make it worse?" Hannah asked. Madison was grabbing her bikini top with one hand and pulling it away from her body, and stuffing snow inside it with the other. She did this to the right side and then the left.

"Y - yes - and making it worse is turning me on - which is - is making it - better," Madison replied. She couldn't tell if any of that made sense to Hannah or not.

"What a slut," right?" Hannah asked the camera as she kept recording Madison. Madison picked up more snow, this time shoving it inside her bikini bottoms, shivering even more now. Of course, the bikini was so small that it didn't hold much snow, and Madison soon had to repeat the process.

"God, this makes me so - so turned on!" Madison said.

"You look uncomfortable, said Hannah.

"I am, but - that's what's doing it to me!" Madison slid her bikini bottoms to the side and showed her swollen pussy to the camera. Hannah, not wanting to be completely left out, suddenly picked up some snow and pressed it in between her fingers, forming a small snowball. She shoved the snowball up Madison's cunt.

"Ohhhhh, fuck, yes, fuck yes!" Madison shrieked. At that point she lost it completely. She grabbed a handful of snow and cupped it over her pussy, forcing it inside three fingers at a time. When she was done, Hannah had untied her bikini bottoms and pulled them out from underneath her. Madison then removed her top again, revealing bright pink breasts. Her entire body was covered in goosebumps.

"Here, let me help you with that," said Hannah. Madison began to pinch her own frozen, hard nipples and writhed in a combination of agony and the pleasure derived from that agony. Hannah grabbed more snow and tossed it on top of Madison's cunt. She began to finger her, making sure to force more snow inside her swollen cunt with each thrust, the camera capturing every second.

"You like that, you little slut?" Hannah asked. Madison's cunt was starting to spread open and Hannah took her fingers out and filmed it. It didn't completely close due to the snow that was building up inside. Hannah grabbed some more and began to force it inside.

"Oh, fuck yes! I love this, baby! I love freezing my pussy and tits on purpose! I love wearing nothing but a bikini in the middle of winter and taking it off! I love being a slut!"

"Do you like knowing this video is going online?" Hannah asked. "Knowing that millions of pervert guys will be watching you get fingered in the snow, acting like a little whore?"

"Oh, god yes! I can't wait to be - ohhhh, fuck me! Harder, baby, ohhhh I'm about to cum! I can't - wait for - this to - to be - ohhhhh - to be - posted - ohhhhhh, I can't wait to be - to be exposed more, ohhhh, I'M SUCH AN EXPOSED SLUT!" Madison was now screaming at the top of her lungs as Hannah fingered her, naked, in a snow-covered public park. Madison forgot for a moment about the cold as her pussy tensed around Hannah's hand and she came, hard, throbbing, sopping wet.

Madison practically rode Hannah's hand as she moaned over and over again. She did not care about the cold, and she did not care where she was. She needed this. Hannah chucked at the sight of her wanton, depraved slut of a friend.

"Here, if you are such a fucking slut, clean off my fingers!" Hannah commanded. "You made a sticky mess all over them!" With that, Hannah forced three of her fingers into Madison's mouth, forcing her head back. There was nothing Madison could do except open wide. Tears began to form in her eyes as Hannah repeatedly stuck her fingers all the way in, her fingertips nearly touching the back of Madison's throat. She made sultry gargling noises as Hannah forced her fingers in over and over again before pulling them partially out.

Farther south, so to speak, Madison's pussy was dripping water from the melting snow. It had not even come close to regaining its former shape and size, and the snow was acting as a wedge, forcing it to remain open. As Hannah finished cleaning her hand off in Madison's mouth, Madison was starting to realize how bone-chillingly cold she was. After all, she had been outside in weather that was a few degrees below freezing, either naked or in only a skimpy bikini, for almost a half hour.

"Ha-han-nah?" Asked Madison. "I'm fr- cold! Can we go?"

"Sure. I mean you were the one who wanted to stay so long in the first place," Hannah reminded her.

"Okay," Madison said. She stood up and began walking back toward the car.

"Madison, your clothes!" Said Hannah as she filmed her friend walking away bare-assed.

"I don't want it," she said. I don't deserve it." She continued on. Hannah picked it up and put the small garments in her coat pocket before catching up with her friend, filming her as she trudged through the snow in only her ankle boots. She walked slowly, frigid, until Hannah caught up with her and filmed her from the front.

"I'm a slut," Madison said. "Like, you don't even understand. I'm such a slut." They were almost to the car. Madison nose dived into the snow, almost in tears from the cold as she covered her body. She wanted, no, needed, to feel the punishing, frigid mess against her body before she could continue.

Finally satisfied that she had had enough, Madison picked herself up, stiff and sore from shivering, and stepped into Hannah's car.

Although she was completely nude except for her boots, it was a rather uneventful ride home for Madison. She was too cold to think, let alone talk. There weren't many people on the road, and Madison could have cared less if any of those few saw her. A couple minutes into the ride, Hannah asked Madison if she wanted her to finally turn off the video recorder. Madison shook her head no.

"Why?" Asked Hannah. Madison just shrugged. Hannah obliged, keeping the camera trained on her friend's nude body.

"Did you have fun out there today?" Hannah asked.

"Yeah, but - but I completely humiliated myself, didn't I?"

"Yeah, you kinda did," said Hannah. "It was hot though."

"Yeah," said Madison. "And now I have to post the video."

"Are you sure you don't want me to turn it off? You know, no need to make it any more humiliating, right?"

"No, leave it on."

"I mean, you don't technically HAVE to post it, if you don't want to, you know?"

"No, I do. I have to."

"I mean, maybe give it a couple days. Maybe you'll decide it's too far. Maybe you'll change your mind when you aren't so - "

"Turned on? No, I have to post it, and I have to do it tonight."

"Why?" Hannah asked.

"I just do." Madison could not tell Hannah that she was being blackmailed, and that she was being forced to post more Webslut Madison content. If she did, she was afraid Hannah would insist that they go to the police, and Madison wanted no part of that, not only because she was afraid of the consequences, but also because the whole situation was so arousing to her that she did not want it to end. She was also concerned that Hannah would not participate if she knew the full details of the situation.

The girls arrived back at Madison's house without much further conversation except that, when Hannah asked a third time if she could turn the video off, Madison finally agreed. Madison walked into Hannah's house having only marginally warmed up in the car, still wearing only her ankle boots. She sat on the couch while Hannah made coffee, and still made no effort to put on clothes, as cold as she was.

Hannah returned to find her friend spread eagle on the couch. She handed Madison a cup of coffee and sat down next to her. "Here, you must be freezing," Hannah said. She gave Madison a kiss and wrapped her arms around her as Madison sipped her coffee.

The girls sat on the couch for several minutes, embracing without much conversation. Finally, it was Hannah that broke the silence.

"Are you still cold?" She asked. Madison nodded. "Maybe a hot bath would warm you up?" Madison nodded again, and Hannah took her hand and led her upstairs to the jacuzzi tub.

Hannah pulled off her T-shirt and jeans as Madison watched. She leaned in to kiss Madison as the tub filled. At first the k**s was soft and sensual, but it evolved into Hannah forcefully nibbling and biting Madison's mouth until the tub was full.

"Get in, slut," she said with a smile. Madison obliged, and didn't even really react to the pet name Hannah used. Hannah soon followed. In a matter of moments the girls were wrapped in a warm embrace, heads poking above the top of the water, hands exploring each other's breasts. Hannah had to get Madison back in the mood for what she wanted to do next. She gently pulled on Madison's left nipple, eliciting a deep breath from her friend. Then, without warning, the gentle pull turned into a forceful pinch, causing Madison to moan loudly, and Hannah knew she had her.

Hannah continued to play with Madison's nipples as Madison soaped Hannah. Madison was seated toward the back of the tub, knees up and legs spread wide. Hannah was seated toward the front of the tub, near the drain, and was kneeling, leaning forward.

"Want me to wash you?" Hannah said with a wink.

"Sure," said Madison, smiling.

"You need it. You're a dirty girl!" Hannah said. Hannah opened a bottle of body wash and squirted some into her hand before rubbing Madison's shoulders, which were peeking out of the water. Then she moved on to her breasts, and then her abdomen, and then her legs. Madison sat, eyes closed, her breathing becoming heavier and heavier as Hannah's touch ignited her inside piece by piece.

Hannah soaped Madison's knees at the same time before running her hands up Madison's inner thigh, down under the water, farther up Madison's leg and farther underwater, until finally, Hannah's hands converged on Madison's pussy. Madison did not object in the slightest as Hannah slid two fingers inside.

"Ooohhhh," Madison moaned softly.

"I have to get the snow out of there," Hannah said with a chuckle.

"You're going to have to - to go deeper, for that," Madison whispered. "Fuck me like the nasty slut I am."

Hannah flicked the switch to start the water draining as she shoved three fingers inside Madison's pussy as far as they would go. The water aided her cause, and allowed her to slip a fourth finger inside with virtually no resistance. Soon Hannah was sliding her hand in and out of Madison's pussy up to her thumb.

"God, yes, fuck me! Fuck me! I'm such a dirty slut, taking your whole hand inside my cunt! Mmmm, yes!" Madison moaned loudly. She barely noticed that Hannah had reached behind her back and was giving herself a similar treatment.

With the water draining slowly, Hannah submerged her head in the water, licking Madison's clit as she moved her four fingers back and forth, back and forth. She could not hear Madison's moans of ecstasy as she came hard, but she knew when Madison tensed up and held her head down on her clit that she had done her job.

Hannah came up a little short of breath. "I always wanted to do that to you," she said with a smile at last. "So, do you want to take this to the bedroom?"

Madison didn't need to be asked twice. She stood up, neglecting to dry off as she stepped out of the tub. Hannah followed, and the two wet girls headed straight for Hannah's room, Hannah leading Madison by the hand.

"Get on the bed," Hannah said, "and spread your legs." Hannah faced Madison, crawling into bed, her feet near Madison's head as she lowered her pussy near Madison's. Hannah's right leg and foot was behind Madison's back, and Madison's left leg and foot were behind Hannah's.

"I want to feel your pussy grind against mine," Hannah said softly. She thrust hers forward, and sparks flew as the soft flesh of Hannah's engorged vulva connected with its counterpart between Madison's legs.

"Ohhhh, God," Madison moaned at Hannah.

"Yes! Yes, you like that don't you, you fucking slut!" Hannah said in return.

"Oh, fuck yes, I like that, I like - grinding our pussies together!"

"Yeah, and you like being a slut and showing off for everyone too, don't you?"

"Yes, and freezing my ass off, and - making snow angels and - ohhhh, god, Hannah!"

"You want to be even more exposed, don't you, slut?" Hannah continued to grind on Madison as she spoke. She grabbed Madison's left leg with her right hand, thrusting against her body as she used her left hand to pinch Madison's nipples, softly at first, but increasing in intensity in response to the feedback she was getting from her friend.

"Oh, yes! I want to be totally exposed, and recognized, and completely ruined, oh yes! Grind me Hannah! Grind me! Hannah, please - please do something for me baby - please? Promise me?"

The grinding between the two girls' bodies was getting ever more intense. It was less of a metronomic brush back and forth and more of a rhythmic rough hammering between the girls bodies, thrusting fast and hard together and pulling away a little more slowly, before thrusting fast and hard at each other again.

"What do you want me to promise you?" Hannah asked.

"Never let me stop, Hannah! I want you to help me expose myself and - make me famous and - get me recognized and ruin me, oh god, Hannah, please, ohhhh! Don't ever let me stop or take it back!"

"Oh god, you're such a slut!"

"I mean it, Hannah, I mean it!"

"I know you do, baby!"

"Then give it to me!"

"Are you sure?"

"I'm a whore, Hannah! A whore! I want to be ruined for real! Please Hannah, I'm a slut! I'M A SLUT!" Madison collapsed backward as Hannah slipped her fingers inside of Madison's pussy, sliding her body aside Madison's and giving Madison a deep, wet kiss as Madison came hard. She shook on the bed as she wrapped her arms around Hannah and held her tight. And it was a long time before the girls let go.

Madison waited until Hannah fell asleep, and as soon as she did, she picked up her phone. Without even watching it, Madison sent the rather long video to her blackmailer without a second thought, whoever and wherever he or she happened to be. She crawled into bed next to Hannah, both still naked. Madison smiled, wondering what her next task would be. She could only hope that it would be even more intense and even more rewarding than the last.

Part 10
Madison stared blankly at her computer screen. She was wearing a pair of tight destroyed jeans and a t-shirt that she had quite literally cut in half so that almost her whole midriff was exposed. She never wore the shirt anywhere but to bed, but she did quite like sitting in her bedroom, looking at herself in the mirror, and thinking about how much of a slut she had become, even if nobody saw her in it.

It had been less than a month since she had posted the video of herself watching her dice roll video and waking around campus with her jeans unbuttoned and flashing discreetly. In that time, she had seen her videos posted all over the amateur porn community online. She was starting to gain a following, and although a simple web search for "Madison Holt" didn't seem to turn up much, tens of thousands of people had watched her videos. Some were leaving comments on them, saying she was a dumb slut and that she was going to be ruined and even giving her suggestions about what to do next.

Madison had become slightly more daring in her everyday attire, and crop tops had become the rule rather than the exception, although usually it was just a couple inches of her stomach peeking out from between her top and her jeans. But she was getting more looks, and she was enjoying it.

Madison was also looking and listening in case she happened to come across someone who had seen her online. However, to her relief and dismay at the same time, that had not happened yet. Of course she would not have minded if it was some random guy at a gas station or a mall or so forth, but she really didn't know if she was comfortable with her classmates knowing about her darkest desires for ruination. She continued to masturbate, almost daily, to her own self-humiliation, but she found as she always did that she got less and less of a rush out of what she had done as time went on.

Then she logged onto Facebook messenger and got the message. And on this morning, Madison's heart leapt into her throat as she read it over and over. It was so perfect, so surreal, and so horrible. She shook as she looked at the screen to read it yet again.

"Hello, Madison. I want to start by saying that I have been watching your videos and looking at the pictures you have posted for the last couple of weeks. I have to tell you, you are very arousing - exposing yourself and begging to be ruined and all of that.

Before I go any farther, please do not delete this message without reading it in its entirety. You probably get dozens of messages a day - guys wanting to go take you out, to talk dirty with you, to fuck you. This is not one of those messages. Keep reading and I will explain.

I have always fantasized about a girl wanting to be exposed, made famous, and ruined, all for her own sexual humiliation and ultimately, her own enjoyment and they enjoyment of all who watch her self-destructive behavior. I always thought the girls who seemingly wanted this either ultimately wanted the harsh reality of these situations to remain a fantasy, or they weren't real - they were middle aged men with fantasies similar to mine who were posing as a girl like you. I always wanted to do this to somebody, and now I have finally found a willing participant.

Let me explain. By willing, I don't mean you messaged me asking for this, and I don't mean that you will be 100% enthusiastic about going along with it now. When I say that you are a willing participant, I mean that you will now do exactly as I say, because the consequences of not doing so will be far worse than the consequences of following my instructions.

You have posted a good amount of humiliating nude content. You have begged to be ruined, and you have given m the information necessary to do this. Your Facebook profile was easy to find once I knew your name, city, and appearance. And now I have more information about you than I thought possible.

I do have to say, I'm surprised you are real. But there you are, with your family at Christmas last year, on vacation at Sanibel, basically the last four years or so if your life there for me to peruse - and anyone else who has seen you nude and cares to look you up. I expected something else - I expected you to be a fake or a flake - but no, you are real.

Anyway, I now know who your parents are. I know who your closest friends are. I know who your professors are and who the dean of the college of education at the U. Of Naperville is. I know where you have checked in, I know about what times you have class. If this sounds a little freaky, don't panic - it's designed to show you just what I can find and just what I can do if you do not follow instructions.

So this is what I will do: I will give you tasks one at a time, requiring you to take pictures or videos of yourself. They will be humiliating, embarrassing, sexy, slutty, degrading, and perhaps even public. Some will be easy, and some will be difficult and risky. I will start you with an easy one to show that I really mean no harm, however, I not only want to watch your self-destruction, but also play a role in creating it. I will give you a deadline for each task. Finish the task by the deadline and I will give you another task and another deadline.

Easy tasks that you can do without leaving your apartment will not need much time - after all, if something takes about 20 minutes to complete, I'm sure you can find the time for that given a couple of days. More difficult, time consuming and more risky tasks will result in a longer deadline. After all, I am considerate, and I will consider the fact that you have other obligations and other things that need to be done when setting deadlines for you. I also know that a task should be done within a finite period of time, otherwise, procrastination or risk avoidance sets in and the task never gets done.

Keep doing the tasks and meeting deadlines, and sending the resultant pictures and videos, and those pictures and videos will be posted online and added to the growing collection of your material online. If you miss a deadline, and fail to message me immediately and BEG for an extension, I will select five random Facebook friends of yours and send them links to each and every naked picture and humiliating video of you that exists online. Why five? Well, it will be enough to make it worth your while to do exactly as you are told, every time, and it will be few enough to give you a second chance if you decide not to follow through.

Just think - five people, five of your friends, knowing about you posting videos, masturbating, having sex with another girl, begging to be exposed and ruined. Imagine five of your friends listening as you tell them what a slut you are. Imagine five of your friends looking as you beg for more. And imagine them telling more and more of your friends until most of the people in your life know all about you, and you see what I mean when I say that you are a willing participant because it is in your best interest to cooperate.

Oh, one other thing - before you go deactivating your Facebook or deleting your account thinking that I won't find you and that you can simply opt out of this - know that I have saved every one of your videos and pictures. Know that I have also saved links to the Facebook profiles of your entire list of Facebook friends, including your parents. If you delete or deactivate your account I will send links to ALL of your explicit content to all those people, starting with your parents.

So, the question is, will you play along, Madison? If you decide to play, and I think you will, your first task is a simple one.

All you will have to do is write "make me famous," "expose me," "Madison Holt," and "Naperville, IL" on your stomach with red lipstick or marker. Then do a short strip set photo shoot. One photo of you in a short crop top and shorts. Then take off your clothes one item at a time - top, shorts, bra and panties - and take one final picture of you, smiling, spread eagle, pointing to the words written on your body. E-mail the photos to me within 48 hours and await your next task.

I await your prompt reply."

"Wow," Madison thought, finishing the lengthy, detailed message for the dozenth or so time. "This is actually happening." She didn't know what to call it - she didn't really want to use the B word, blackmail, even if she knew that's really what the message was.

Madison sat in her chair and thought. "Well, could I get out of this?" She wondered. "Is there even a way?" She racked her brain in search of a loophole, a way to remain in control of what she posted, a way to avoid following along with the orders of her commander. Of course, there really wasn't an easy way out. "Do I really want out?" She wondered. After all, she did enjoy exposing herself, and the thought of writing those words on her body and shipping the photos into cyberspace was arousing to her.

"Do I want to do this?" She wondered aloud. She briefly thought of going to the authorities, asking for help and protection, but she knew that, first, she was likely to be outed if she did this. She also knew that the fun she was having would likely stop. She also briefly thought of just shutting down, refusing to reply, and telling her parents that she had been the target of a revenge porn scheme.

Clearly, that would not work either, especially since she had been so adamant in her videos that she be reposed and exposed everywhere, and since she had so deliberately shown the world how aroused it made her to risk having her life and reputation completely ruined by real name exposure. "You know, actually," Madison thought, "the task I have isn't really any worse than what I've already done."

Madison, as bubbly and immature as she could be sometimes, wasn't completely stupid. She knew in the back of her mind that she could be simply giving her commander more material to work with down the road, to keep the blackmail effect going and make it stronger over time. She also knew that the tasks could potentially get more extreme. But also knew that she was extremely aroused as she sat and read the message for what seemed like the hundredth time, and she knew that she would likely just have to do what she was told if she didn't want to face the consequences.

Still shaking, Madison rose from her seat and slowly approached her closet. She signed. "Why the fuck am I doing this," she said with a slight giggle. "I'm really going to be ruined one of these days." Madison opened the door and searched for her shortest shorts and her shortest crop top. "I guess that will be one hell of an orgasm when it actually happens," she said. She pulled out the shorts and top. "I know this seems sick," she thought, "but I think I want to keep this going as long as I can. The rush is awesome."

Madison shook her head, pausing for a moment. Even though she was totally exposed online, in just about every way she could imagine, she still had to stop and think for a minute before she could proceed. "Make me famous?" She asked herself. "Is that really what I want? To be famous for this?" Madison didn't answer. In a way, she was a little frightened at what the answer might be.

She kept going back to thinking about whether she had a choice in the matter or whether she was being forced as she almost mindlessly slipped off her cotton bra and slipped on a pink lace one. "Do I really want to keep showing off like this?" She wondered. "Or is this all just a good fantasy gone wrong?" She slipped on matching pink lace thong panties and began to search her lipstick drawer for an old lipstick she could use to write on her body.

Madison quickly stopped rummaging and closed the drawer. She placed her hands on the back of her desk chair and looked at her lingerie-clad body in the mirror. "For one thing, I can't fit all that on my body if I write it with a fat lipstick..." she thought. "For another thing - what happened to normal Madison?" She said aloud. "What happened to the normal girl who wanted to be a teacher and get married and have k**s and a normal life and not be exposed for all to see on the internet like a cheap whore?"

Madison traced a line from her breasts to her navel with her finger. She pondered her fate for a moment. "I really am fucked," she said. "I begged for it, and then I got it." She dug in her desk drawer briefly and pulled out a red sharpie. "Well - God, I just can't help it," she said. "I really want more."

Madison pulled on her shorts after throwing her sharpie down on the bed. The shorts were a medium color of blue denim, and were frayed at the bottom hem. The top hem rested about three or four inches below her pierced bellybutton, and the shorts were cut high along the outsides of her thighs and showed a hint of her ass cheek along the side and back. She had only really ever worn them to parties and clubs on the somewhat rare occasion that she went.

"God, I love showing off in these," she said. Seeing her slutty body in those shorts only fueled the fire that was burning inside her, and she knew she was already too aroused to turn back. "God, I love being exposed like a filthy little slut!"

Madison pulled on a cream colored crop top. It was strappy in the front in the cleavage area, and it did a rather poor job hiding her pink bra straps. It was barely long enough to cover her tits and left almost her entire stomach exposed. "Do you like my outfit?" She asked the mirror. "Do you like it when I dress like a slut for you? I know I love showing off my body like this. And I love writing nasty stuff on my body and exposing myself like the filthy slut I am. I need to be a bigger - a bigger webslut."

Madison knew what she had to do. Grabbing the sharpie, she began to draw on her stomach, starting high, not too far below her tits. "M - a - k - e," Madison said aloud as she wrote the first word. "Make. Make me." She giggled a little at the thought, as if someone actually had to make her do anything. "You don't really have to make me. I want to do this," she said to her reflection.

"F-A-M-O-U-S," Madison said out loud as she wrote the word on her upper stomach. "Make me famous," she said. "Oh, my god, mmm-hmm," she said. She smiled at her reflection and the words on her body. She already felt a sensation between her legs, and it was the unmistakable sensation of a girl who was getting too aroused to stop herself.

"Expose me," Madison said out loud when she had finished writing the next line. "Yes, definitely. I want to be shown off all over like the slut I am. And I want everyone to know my name, and I want to be spread around and shown off. And speaking of my name," she said, trailing off as she picked up the marker again.

"Madison. Madison Holt," she said as she finished the next line. "Make me famous, expose me, Madison Holt." She then had a slight modification that she though let would make the pictures just a tad more slutty, and she added a dash just before her name as if the preceding words, "make me famous" and "expose me" were some sort of quote that she wanted to be attributed to herself and herself alone.

"I really do want to be exposed, exposed and made famous. I want my reputation ruined. I want to be a cheap slut, and I want my only value to be taking my clothes off and humiliating myself online and in public. I want to be treated like the cheap slut I am. And that's why I am going through with this." Madison leaned in to her mirror as she said these words, speaking to her reflection as if it were another part of her conscience that still needed convincing. In fact, seeing her scantily clad body in that mirror with those words only reinforced what Madison already knew - that she was a slut, that she did in fact love being exposed and humiliated, and that she was aroused by her own sluttishness.

Madison leaned into the mirror and kissed her reflection on the lips. "I wish I could blackmail myself," she thought. "I'd make me do a lot worse than this." She picked up the marker again and wrote "Naperville, IL below her bellybutton. "Maybe one day it will get worse, and I really will be famous." She had no idea what she would make herself do - go out in a skimpy bikini with writing on, go out and tell strangers what a slut she was and why, go to class wearing next to nothing - the ideas seemed endless but the reality was that she really hadn't been humiliated yet, only exposed and extremely aroused.

"There," said Madison. "Maybe when I send these and the guy realizes how much I love this, it will get worse. Or better. Or, like - more extreme," she thought. She picked up her phone and began to take the pictures, her arousal overriding any hint of reluctance she may have had.

Madison was aroused enough that, although she only had to take five pictures, she wound up taking more, wanting to show off more. She first posed with the words on her stomach visible to the camera between her top and shorts. Then, she reset the timer and took one from the side, one from the back, and one of her bending forward slightly, her ass cheeks peeking out of the shorts. "Yes," she said softly. "Go ahead. Make me famous, ohhhh, I need this!"

Madison faced the camera again and pulled her top up over her bra, holding on to it as the camera snapped again. She finished the job, tossing the top across the room before the camera snapped another picture.

Before the camera could flash again, she unbuttoned her shorts and let the camera capture her as she was about to pull them down. "Hmm," she thought. "This reminds me of walking across campus with my jeans unbuttoned." She smiled as she allowed her body to be photographed again before pulling off her shorts, tossing them aside.

Madison was now down to her pink bra and panties. She quickly took another picture, then another of her bra halfway off and her nipples spilling over the top of its cups. Then she smiled wide and held her bra in the air as she bent her hips and thrust her midriff, the words it contained describing her deepest desires, toward the camera embedded in her phone.

"God, yes, make me a slut!" She said softly. "And then make me a bigger slut. I need more! I need more exposure, I need to be passed around like a whore!" Madison peeled off her panties as the camera took another picture, then pointed to her stomach and smiled as yet another picture was snapped.

Madison sat on the bed, her legs dangling over the footboard. She spread her legs as wide as she could, opening her pussy and smiling wide. "God, this is going to be hot - having all those people see me, knowing I'm just a slut who wants to be famous for this!"

Madison laid back on the bed. She had no choice - she ached with desire. "Ohhh, yes," she moaned as she squeezed her left tit with her left hand and stroked her pussy with her right.

"Yes, please - please, make me famous. All of you. Make me famous for being a shown off webslut! Make me famous for wanting to be exposed. Make me the biggest webslut in the world!" She moaned as she forced two fingers inside her waiting hole.

"Ohhh, I'm such a fucking slut!" Madison moaned. "I'm a dirty, filthy, nasty slut! I'm too slutty to be a teacher! I'm too slutty to be anything! I don't want that anymore. I just want to be a shown off humiliated whore!"

Madison shoved two more fingers inside her cunt. She only paused long enough to pick up her phone and take a picture of her four fingers buried in her pussy. "Oh, fuck, yes, blackmail me! Make me reveal myself even more! Make me act like a slut in public and show everyone, ohhhhh! Make me a blackmailed stupid little slut! Ohhhhh!" Madison bucked her hips and practically rode her fingers as she achieved the organs she had been craving. She continued to moan, thrusting, sweating, reading the words on her stomach out loud as she fucked herself.

Soon after, Madison laid on her bed, the words on her stomach and the pictures on her phone virtually the only physical reminders of what had transpired. In the past, Madison had hesitated before sending or submitting the content that she had created. However, this time, there was no hesitation. She picked up her phone, attached the several pictures she had taken, and emailed them away in a flash.

"I've completed your task and can't wait for the next one! Kisses, Madison," she wrote. She then washed off her stomach, at least as well as she could, before putting on a pair of jeans and a low-cut sweater and heading to class.

It was only a couple of days later when Madison received her next assignment. "I know this is short notice, but I don't exactly care," the message began. "it's going to snow a few inches in your area in a couple of days. I want a video of you going out in the new fallen snow in your bikini and making snow angels. Then take off the bikini and do them nude. And make it a revealing two-piece, not one of those lousy full-bottomed, cleavage-covering lame excuses for a swimsuit. A shown off slut like you has to have something better than that."

"Hmmm," Madison thought. "That's actually a fun idea. And I actually don't have an issue with the bikini request. But how in the hell am I going to do that naked, in the daytime, outside, without being seen? For that matter, how am I going to get a decent video of that?" She wondered.

The answer to the second question was more obvious. The easiest thing to do would be to have a friend shoot the video while she pranced around like a slut and froze her tits off. But who? She first thought of Hannah, who had helped her expose herself more than once already. She wasn't too embarrassed to make this request of Hannah, and based on their past experiences that Hannah would likely be more than willing to help. But did that mean she would have to tell Hannah about the guy that was blackmailing her?

"No," Madison decided, "I can just tell her I got a sexy idea and I want her to help me out with it. I don't think I want to tell anyone - not even her - about this guy. It would totally freak her out!" She then realized, all of the sudden, that she didn't know who this guy was, didn't know whether she could trust him - didn't really even know if it was a "him" in the first place. He - assuming it was a he - had clearly used a fake Facebook profile to message her, and she had no idea who he was. But she also knew that she really didn't have a choice if he had meant anything that he said, and she actually found the idea of being ordered to further expose herself quite arousing.

Madison picked up her phone and messaged Hannah. "Hey girl! You want to hang out in a couple of days?"

"Ummm it's going to snow, so..." Hannah replied.

"So? I have an idea for that..."

"Oh, ok! But how are you going to get home?" Hannah inquired.

It was true, the girls lived about an hour apart. In fact, they had first met by chance when Madison traveled to a somewhat distant shopping mall to strut around in slutty clothes where nobody would know her.

"Maybe I could stay over?" Madison asked finally.

"Uhhh, sure!" Hannah replied. "Can't wait to hear your idea!"

Madison packed her bag that night, and two days later, which was a Saturday, she left in the mid morning just as snow started to fall. For the occasion, she wore a skimpy string bikini. The bikini was light green, except for the strings, which were white. It was the kind of bikini that barely had a string covering her asshole and about a two-inch-wide strip of fabric covering her pussy. Her breasts were barely covered by thin green triangles held up by thin white strings which tied behind her neck and back. Over the bikini, Madison wore a blue cropped sweater and a pair of tight jeans which left about four inches of her midriff exposed in between.

Madison couldn't help but rub her pussy through her jeans almost the entire drive, and at one point, on a particularly deserted stretch of road, she actually unbuttoned her jeans and slid two fingers into her pussy. "I'm a slut," she told herself, "and I'm going to go show off some more."

When she arrived at Hannah's apartment, Madison wasted no time telling Hannah about her plans.

"So, you know how I - like - I've been - I like to - to show off online and stuff?" Madison asked.

"Yeah, I mean - I've been noticing. You've gotten really daring lately!"

"Yeah, I know, I didn't know if you had seen -"

"Oh, I saw. The videos, you giving out your name - I mean, that was part of the deal, but why did you do it again?"

"Well, you saw the video. I got so turned on by like - by being exposed with my name, and by the risk, and by ruining my reputation that I couldn't help it."

"Wow, I mean, you didn't have to do it a second time. Do you realize how risky that is?"

"Yeah," said Madison, a little humiliated that even Hannah thought she was being stupid.

"And you are OK with that?" Hannah asked, surprised.

"Yeah, I - I am, actually," Madison said. "I mean, most of the time. Sometimes it seems like too much, like I know it's crazy and I feel like a slut but - yes, it's really what I want. I need it. It just makes me too horny, I can't stop. And I don't want to stop."

"Wow, I mean - that's really hot," was all Hannah could say. "As long as you are sure."

"I'm sure," Madison said, smiling. "Anyway, I had an idea - and it's actually probably less crazy than some of the other ones I've had. But I need your help."

"Okay, well, what is it?"

"Well you see these bikini straps hanging out of this sweater?"

"Yeah, I was wondering what was up with that - "

"Yeah, well, I was thinking, after it snows a few inches, we go out and make snow angels in our bikinis. I've heard of girls doing this before, but - I wanted to do it too."

"And you want me to go out there and freeze my ass off with you?!" Hannah replied with an unconvinced chuckle.

"Well, if you want. Or you could just film me doing it. That's why I needed your help - I want make a video."

"To post online?"

"Yes - and you know, I might decide to get a little crazy and take the bikini off. Maybe." Madison said with a wink.

"Ohhhh, I see where this is going," Hannah said. "Look, I'm not going to be making any videos of myself having sex with you or anything, okay? I mean, I'm just not - "

"No, I get it," said Madison. "That wasn't the plan anyway. Just me making snow angels, and you can join in if you want, but no videos of you, and then you can record me doing whatever crazy thing I do when I get horny out there."

"Okay, I mean - "

"Trust me, I'll make it worth it for you," Madison said seductively.

"Well, I can't say no to that," said Hannah with a flirty grin. The girls just now noticed that they had been gradually approaching one another and that Hannah's left hand had reached out to touch Madison's right as the girls almost leaned against the kitchen counter. The sensation drew Madison closer, and Hannah's right hand was soon lightly caressing the exposed portion of Madison's left side.

The girls leaned in close and both smiled seductively. Hannah's hand was soon planted firmly on Madison's bare skin, and the girls' lips connected. Hannah opened her mouth to allow Madison's tongue entrance, and soon the girls were rubbing their tongues together, mouths open wide. It was a rather long kiss, and Madison's right hand broke free from Hannah's hand and wrapped around Hannah's left side.

"Mmmm," Hannah moaned.

"Mmm-hmmm," Madison moaned back.

"You like that?" Madison said as the girls broke their kiss.

"Yes," said Hannah. "It's been a while since I kissed a girl. I forgot how amazing it feels."

"Me too," Madison said. "I have an idea - why don't you go put on a bikini just in case."

"I suppose I could do that," Hannah said with a flirty, false display of shyness. "Why don't you come to my room and help me pick one out?"

"I thought you'd never ask," Madison said, smiling at her friend.

The girls quickly headed to Hannah's room. It was a good thing they were home alone, as Hannah's parents has gone away for the weekend and her brother was staying on campus at his college. Hannah opened her dresser drawer and pulled out three bikinis to choose from.

"Hmm," said Madison. "You might have to try them on for me, I can't decide just by looking."

Hannah smiled and shook her head. "Are you just trying to get my clothes off?" She asked.

"No," said Madison, smiling back. "But it is an added bonus! Here, let me help you." The girls embraced and locked lips again as Madison reached under Hannah's t-shirt, making sure to graze her hands ever so slightly against her stomach as she did so, sending shivers down Hannah's spine. They stopped kissing only long enough for Madison to pull the shirt over Hannah's head.

"Here, want to help me with this?" Hannah asked, turning around so Madison had easy access to Hannah's bra clasp. Madison first placed her hands around Hannah's exposed waist before gently caressing Hannah's sides, giving Hannah goosebumps as she moved her hands to the clasp. In a flash, the bra was undone. Hannah moved her shoulders together, and the shoulder straps fell over her shoulders and her tits were freed from the cups as the bra slid down her arms.

Madison's gentle touch moved slowly around Hannah's sides, feeling every inch of the side of Hannah's breasts. At the same time, Hannah spun her head around slowly to the left as Madison placed her chin over Hannah's right shoulder and began to kiss her neck.

"Ohhhh," Hannah moaned. Madison began to nibble at the stretched skin of Hannah's neck as her cupped hands finally found Hannah's exposed nipples. The bra fell to the floor, and Hannah reached her left hand behind her to squeeze the exposed skin of Madison's left side.

Madison continued to run her fingers across Hannah's left breast as she moved her right hand lower, lower, into Hannah's navel and then back out, going down, down until she had reached the button of Hannah's jeans. Hannah nodded enthusiastically as Madison pulled at the button hole with her forefinger and thumb while she pushed at the button with her middle finger, forcing the button through the hole before pulling the zipper down to its lowest possible location.

Hannah spun around a half turn to her right. She placed her hands on Madison's exposed sides and pressed her bare breasts into Madison's covered ones. Madison wrapped her arms around Hannah, pulling her jeans down from behind as the girls locked lips again.

"Mmmm, mmm," Hannah moaned. She could not speak, Madison's tongue was as far into Hannah's mouth as she could get it. Hannah, overcome by arousal, sucked on Madison's tongue as Madison gently bit Hannah's upper lip. Madison moaned in delight.

Hannah's hands slowly rose up Madison's sides, bringing the hem of Madison's sweater along as she stopped every couple of inches to squeeze Madison's bare flesh before allowing her hands to continue their journey. Hannah became more aggressive with her kissing, forcing Madison's tongue back into her own mouth and forcing her own tongue in as well. Madison, not to be outdone, but down hard on Hannah's bottom lip.

"Mmm," Hannah moaned in excitement. She tugged gently upward on Madison's sweater to let her know that she was intent on removing it, and Madison obliged, giving Hannah's lip one more hard bite before breaking her mouth away and allowing her sweater to be lifted over her head. The girls looked into each others' eyes and smiled.

Hannah quickly pulled the thin fabric triangles covering Madison's breasts off to the side, exposing the bare flesh of Madison's nipples before gently grabbing her own tits and using her hands to flick her own nipples across Madison's.

Madison giggled. She smiled at Hannah before pushing her backward into her bed. Quickly, before Hannah could react, she pulled off Hannah's jeans by grabbing them at the ankles. The only clothing that remained on Hannah's body was her blue lace panties. Hannah smiled and giggled, having no objection whatsoever to Madison removing her clothes.

Madison leaned over Hannah as Hannah laid on the bed. She kissed Hannah's bellybutton and caressed her nipples with her hands. "Mmmm," Hannah moaned in response.

"You're even sexier than I remembered," Madison commented.

"And you're even more of a slut," Hannah replied as Madison slid her bare breasts up Hannah's midriff. Madison took Hannah's left breast into her mouth and sucked hard, eliciting a moan of heightened arousal from her friend. She looked up at Hannah seductively as she teased the nipple with her tongue.

"Come up here," Hannah whispered. Madison obliged, her nipples brushing Hannah's upper abdomen until they were almost even with Hannah's breasts, and began to suck the soft skin of Hannah's neck.

Hannah responded by reaching down, feeling Madison's bare sides as she went, until she had reached the button on Madison's jeans. She quickly unbuttoned and unzipped them, and Madison stood up only long enough to remove the jeans before crawling back on top of Hannah.

"Wow, you have such an amazing body," Hannah commented as Madison slid off her jeans leaving only her bikini bottoms and bikini top, which was still mis-adjusted so that her breasts were exposed.

Madison locked lips with Hannah as soon as she crawled on top of her. The girls' tongues connected and Hannah moaned. Madison had her knees placed at either side of Hannah's stomach, and her feet were curled underneath her legs as she straddled Hannah. Madison began to slightly hump Hannah in a way that the girls' nipples flicked against each other over and over as Hannah reached behind Madison's back and pulled on her bikini string, untying it before pulling it from between the girls and sending it onto the floor where it belonged.

"Let's get these off," Madison whispered as she stopped kissing Hannah and pulled down on her panties. "Enough of this foreplay. I need to eat your pussy." Hannah raised her hips as Madison pulled the panties down and, crawling off of Hannah, pulled them off.

Madison knelt at the bed as she grabbed Hannah's hips and pulled her closer, so that Hannah's knees were raised in the air and her feet were at the edge of the bed. Her legs spread, and her pussy was proudly displayed for Madison as she looked up at Hannah and gave it a long, slow lick.

"Ohhhhh, god," Hannah moaned. This only aroused Madison more.

"You remember how much I like dirty talk, right?" Madison asked.

"Yes - believe me, I know - I've been watching your videos too," Hannah replied.

"Good. Do you want to talk dirty to me while I eat your pussy?"

"Mmmhmm," Hannah replied as Madison gave her pussy another good, long, but rough lick from bottom to top.

"And call me a slut? And degrade me?"

"Mmmhmm. And -" Madison gave Hannah's pussy another rough tonguing as Hannah moaned. "And tell you what I really think of those videos," Hannah continued.

"Oh," yes, Hannah, I want to hear all about it while I eat your pussy," Madison whispered.

"Oh, god yes, eat my pussy you filthy slut!" Hannah whispered. "God, you turned into such a slut! Exposing your body, begging to be ruined, begging to be spread! Posting videos, telling everyone your name, ohhhh!"

"Yes, I did," Madison admitted as she took a short break from licking Hannah's pussy before plugging her tongue deep inside.

"Ohhhh, such a dumb little slut!" Hannah Mohamed loudly. "You're going to get what you want, slut! You're going to be famous. You're going to be ruined!"

"Mmmmm," Madison moaned in response, she sucked on Hannah's clit, driving her into a frenzy.

"Eat my pussy, you little show off slut! Ohhhh! Eat me! Ohhhh, you're way more of a whore than I thought you were, ohhhh!" Madison sucked deeply on Hannah's pussy as she heard those words.

"God, those videos - so - hot!" Hannah moaned. "Ohhhh, yes! I want you to do more, Madison! I want you - want you - ohhhh!" Hannah came hard and fast as Madison kept licking and sucking. Her legs began to quiver and her face flushed pink as her friend changed her rhythm from a hard suck back to a slow caress of her tongue against Hannah's pussy.

"Did you like that?" Madison asked, smiling.

"I always like that," Hannah replied. "Get up here and give me a taste." Madison complied, crawling into bed next to Hannah and kissing her deeply, allowing Hannah to taste her own juices and suck them from Madison's mouth. The girls embraced as they kissed, and Hannah barely calmed down from her orgasm through the next several minutes.

"I don't want to stop," Hannah said finally.

"Me either," said Madison. "But I have to pee. I had a long drive, you know." Madison got up, not bothering to put on any more clothes, and visited the restroom. Hannah was still lying on the bed when she returned.

"So, why don't we pick out a bikini for you?" Madison suggested. "We can start with this one." Madison held up a beige bikini. It was the style designed to look like underwear rather than a bikini, and so it was a little fuller in the ass and the breast area than Madison's, although it wasn't entirely boring. It was low cut, and there was about a one inch elastic band running around the back of the top, and the bottoms narrowed to about an inch and a half on the sides.

Hannah sat up and took the bikini from Madison. She stood up and slipped on the bottoms before pulling the top over her head.

"Hmmm," Madison said. "You do look good in a bikini," she said with a wink.

"Oh, thanks," Hannah said. "So do you." The girls kissed softly, Madison's still-bare breasts mashing against Hannah's bikini-clad ones.

"Okay, next one," Madison said. This time, she held up a black bikini with pink strings. "This one looks like it might be a little sexier." She helped Hannah out of her beige top and pulled down the bottoms as Hannah fastened the black and pink garment over her tits. She stepped into the black bottoms and pulled them up. They had pink rings at the sides, and were more full-bottomed than the last pair.

Madison, who was still crouching, began to caress Hannah's legs and tongue her bellybutton. Hannah moaned softly, not objecting to Madison's advances, but allowing herself to enjoy the sensation.

"I think the next one might be the winner," she said softly as she stood up. "Why don't you show me that one?" She sat on the bed, and Hannah thought for a moment.

Hannah slowly moved to the center of the room, squeezing her breasts as she stuck her ass out behind her and forced her breasts forward. She ran one hand down to her crotch as she spread her legs, feeling her pussy through the fabric. "Mmmm," she moaned. Madison smiled in delight.

Hannah raised her arms over her head, stretching her body as she stepped closer to Madison. She pulled the top string of her bikini, allowing the fabric to fall and her breasts to be exposed directly in front of Madison's face. She moved closer, pressing her breasts against Madison's face as she reached behind her and untied the bottom string of the bikini top and tossed the garment aside.

Hannah crawled on top of her friend, placing her knees to either side of her friend's ass. She leaned back, resting her shoulders on the floor as she held her ass against the edge of the bed and stretched her legs in the air. She then pulled off her bikini bottoms, spreading her legs to give Madison a wonderful view of her cunt as she pushed against the floor with her arms, gyrating her hips like a stripper as her pussy all but touched Madison's bare stomach.

"Wow, that's quite the show," Madison said, smiling.

Hannah giggled. "Just wait till you see what I do when we come back inside," she said. "Not the show itself - something else."

"I can't wait," Madison said as she watched her friend stand up. Hannah quickly put on the third bikini. It was teal, and had tiny strings and smaller pieces of fabric covering her most private areas. It wasn't quite as revealing as Madison's, but it was close.

"I think this is a winner," Madison said as she watched Hannah walk back and forth across the room, turning as if she were on a catwalk. "Nice ass. Yes, this is the one!"

"Okay," said Hannah. "But only because you insisted." Madison smiled before looking outside.

"Oh, wow," she said. "There's a lot of snow and only a couple hours of daylight left. I think we had better head out."

"Okay," said Hannah. She was already putting her jeans back on when Madison put on her bikini top. However, Madison just sat there rather than put on any more clothes. Instead, she reached into her bag and pulled out a pair of ankle boots and put those on as Hannah replaced her T-shirt.

"What are you doing?" Hannah asked. "You can't go outside like that!"

"Why not?"

"Because you'll freeze your ass off!"

"I'm going to freeze my ass off anyway," Madison said, laughing. "Besides, I kind of want to force myself to do it. For some reason the idea of making myself do that is - it's hot to me."

"Well I mean - you know we can't go out in the backyard, right?"

"Why not?"

"The neighbors! They'll tell my mom they saw me and a friend outside and - that will just be too many questions from my mom."

"So where are we going?"

"How about the park where we went last time?" Madison nodded her head in agreement.

"Still don't want to put on any more clothes?" Hannah asked after a moment.

"No. I already made up my mind about that," Madison replied with a seductive smile. "Can't let myself back out now. Besides, the car should be warm, eventually, right?"

Hannah shook her head and smiled. Moments later, Hannah had put on her shoes and she led a bikini-clad Madison Holt to her garage where the girls got into her car.

"Wow, okay, this is cold!" Madison exclaimed.

"Yeah, no shit," Hannah replied. Madison shivered as Hannah pulled the car out of the garage.

"Here," said Madison, handing Hannah her phone. "Might as well start recording now." Madison was still aroused by her time in the bedroom with Hannah, and she could not wait to get started on her next video adventure.

"Okay - just one thing- "

"What?"

"You're putting this online, right?"

"Yeah, why else would I be recording it?"

"Okay, just - don't mention my name. At all. Call me baby or whatever generic term you want, but my name will not be in this video. Okay?"

"Yes, baby," Madison said, smiling.

"It is so fucking cold," Madison said as soon as Hannah started recording. It was a good thing there wasn't much traffic on the road due to the snow, because Hannah had to repeatedly take her eyes off the road to make sure she was doing a good job of recording Madison.

"Yeah, well - why are you in a bikini in the middle of winter?"

"Because I'm a slut," Madison said. She smiled shyly at the camera.

"You're a slut?" Hannah asked.

"I'm a slut. Want to see?"

"See what?" Hannah asked.

"This," said Madison. She reached behind her neck and untied her bikini, allowing it to fall down and exposing her breasts to the camera. "See? I'm a slut!" Madison said laughing nervously. "And," she said as she touched her pussy through her bikini bottoms, "this is my first time flashing on video in public." That sentence was much more sultry than shy that way Madison said it.

"Okay, slut," Hannah said. "Why are you taking your clothes off in my car?"

"Because I - I'm a slut. I'm webslut Madison Holt, and I'm going to make a video for you today. The question you should have asked," said the highly aroused Madison, "is why am I not completely naked?"

"Okay, Madison. Why are you not completely naked?"

"I don't know, actually. Here, let me fix that!" Madison no sooner finished talking than she began to raise her ass off the car seat by applying pressure in her legs and shoulders, and she pulled off her bikini bottoms before ripping her top the rest of the way off. "There. Is that better?" Madison asked.

"Yeah, better until somebody sees you!" Hannah replied. There was a little hint of jealousy in her voice, wishing that she was the one naked in the passenger seat. There was another hint of nerves, as she was a little concerned what would happen if someone saw her friend nude. And finally, there was the biggest hint of all, the hint of Hannah excitedly, nervously egging Madison on, pushing her to dig herself deeper into her journey in sluthood.

"Maybe somebody will see me," Madison replied. "You want to know a secret? I actually think that would be really hot," Madison admitted.

"Well, here you go," replied Hannah. As Madison looked ahead, she saw a truck in the right lane, and Hannah was about to pass it. Only she didn't. She slowed down, pulling even with the cab, giving the driver a perfect vantage point to look down and see her friend. All of the sudden Hannah blew her horn.

"Spread those legs, slut!" Hannah barked. Madison did as she was told, placing her left foot, still in its ankle book, on the dashboard, and placing her right knee against the window, spreading her legs as far apart as the car would allow.

"Oh my god, this is hot!" Madison exclaimed. "I wonder if he has seen me yet?"

In response to this, Hannah pressed a button on her door, and Madison's window slowly disappeared inside its sheath. Just as soon as the window had vanished, the girls heard the trucker blow his horn in reply, and Madison knew that her body had been exposed to him.

It was intoxicating to Madison to expose herself to a stranger like this - on the road, in her friend's car, like the wild and free slut she was. She squeezed her breasts in his direction and looked up into the cab. She saw him give her a thumbs up sign, and she giggled. Turning back to the camera, she said, "See, I'm a slut. I like showing off."

"Yes, I can see that," said Hannah. Madison was freezing cold already, and Hannah quickly rolled up the window.

"God, it's cold, but I just can't bring myself to cover up," said Madison. "I'm too fucking horny!" She leaned her seat back and rested her left knee against the seat back, placing her left foot on the center console as she gave the camera a full frontal view of her shaved pussy.

The girls drove for several more minutes before they reached the park. There weren't many more people on the road, but those who were had a great opportunity to see a college girl showing off her body, if only for a split second. Thankfully for Madison, or perhaps not, when they arrived at the park it was deserted. Madison stepped out of the car wearing nothing but her ankle boots, standing outside in the freezing cold while Hannah turned the car off and came around to the other side to capture Madison's public display on video. It was only then that Madison put her bikini back on.

The girls walked up a small hill and briefly down a path not often traveled by park goers. It was there, near where the girls had made a public display the first time they had visited this park together, that a freezing cold Madison Holt turned to the camera.

"So, I'm going to make some snow angels for you," she said. "And, obviously, it's going to be really cold. But that's okay, because I like it. I mean, for some reason, the idea of forcing myself to freeze out here, and be uncomfortable in that way, is really turning me on."

"Okay, let's see," said Hannah.

Madison slowly laid down on her back in the snow, gasping softly when her ass touched the white powder. She smiled as she forced her backside into the fluffy snow. "Ooohhhh," she said, shivering. She laid down fully and stretched out her body before waving her arms up and down and her legs back and forth.

Madison stood up, moving to a slightly farther location to repeat the process again. As she did so, her body began to shiver uncontrollably. She laid down, less shocked by the cold now, as she was freezing anyway, and repeated the process again.

"Why don't - do you want to do one?" Madison asked Hannah. She looked up and saw an apprehensive look on Hannah's face.

"Umm," she said. I don't know. You look like you are frigid!"

"Come on," Madison said. "You do one and I'll do three more."

"Oh, okay, I guess I will," said Hannah. "But don't video my face, okay?" Madison nodded. She stood up, still shivering, and took the phone from Hannah. She filmed from Hannah's chest down as Hannah took off her coat, then her T-shirt, and finally her jeans.

"You're crazy," said Hannah. She was shivering before the snow even touched her body, holding her arms together in front of her.

"Hurry up, for the love of god!" Madison begged. She was starting to turn pink from the cold. Hannah obliged, shrieking as her ass hit the snow. She quickly waved her arms back and forth, then her legs, giggling as she went. She then stood up and put her jeans back on followed by her shirt and finally her coat. She was still cold when Madison handed her the phone again.

"Okay, you said three, right?" Asked Hannah.

"Yep," said Madison. She laid back down in a fresh patch of snow.

"What's your name?" Said Hannah.

"Madison Holt," came the reply. "Webslut Madison." She proceeded to make a third snow angel before doing something that Hannah perhaps anticipated, but did not expect. Madison sat up and untied her bikini top again, exposing her tits.

"You just can't keep your clothes on, can you?" Hannah asked.

"Why would I want to? I love to take my clothes off, it makes me more of a slut!" She got up again, lying down in a new spot, and raised her legs in the air. She pulled her bikini bottoms down over her feet and flung them into the snow. Hannah, not wanting to miss anything, moved closer for a better view, still holding Madison's phone.

"Ohhhhh, this is fucking cold," Madison said, laughing, as she completed another snow angel. "One more quick one," she said as she got up, took a few steps to her left, and sat down in a fresh patch of snow and began to repeat the process. When she was finished, she stood up and looked around as if there was something she was looking for.

Quickly, Madison picked up her bikini and hurried over to a nearby park bench. She sat down directly in the middle, praising her feet up and bending her knees slightly as she placed them on the ends of the bench. "Ohhhh, this - this being cold thing is really turning me on. Would I be crazy if I wanted a couple more minutes of forcing myself to freeze?" She asked.

"It's frigid out here! I actually have on clothes and I'm still cold!" Hannah replied. Madison responded by putting her bikini back on.

"I don't think that's going to help much," Hannah said.

"Oh, it will help make me cold, I mean." Madison was shivering visibly now. Hannah stood five or six feet away, and to her, Madison's shaking was clearly beyond all control. But then Madison started picking up snow from the bench.

"Isn't that just going to make it worse?" Hannah asked. Madison was grabbing her bikini top with one hand and pulling it away from her body, and stuffing snow inside it with the other. She did this to the right side and then the left.

"Y - yes - and making it worse is turning me on - which is - is making it - better," Madison replied. She couldn't tell if any of that made sense to Hannah or not.

"What a slut," right?" Hannah asked the camera as she kept recording Madison. Madison picked up more snow, this time shoving it inside her bikini bottoms, shivering even more now. Of course, the bikini was so small that it didn't hold much snow, and Madison soon had to repeat the process.

"God, this makes me so - so turned on!" Madison said.

"You look uncomfortable, said Hannah.

"I am, but - that's what's doing it to me!" Madison slid her bikini bottoms to the side and showed her swollen pussy to the camera. Hannah, not wanting to be completely left out, suddenly picked up some snow and pressed it in between her fingers, forming a small snowball. She shoved the snowball up Madison's cunt.

"Ohhhhh, fuck, yes, fuck yes!" Madison shrieked. At that point she lost it completely. She grabbed a handful of snow and cupped it over her pussy, forcing it inside three fingers at a time. When she was done, Hannah had untied her bikini bottoms and pulled them out from underneath her. Madison then removed her top again, revealing bright pink breasts. Her entire body was covered in goosebumps.

"Here, let me help you with that," said Hannah. Madison began to pinch her own frozen, hard nipples and writhed in a combination of agony and the pleasure derived from that agony. Hannah grabbed more snow and tossed it on top of Madison's cunt. She began to finger her, making sure to force more snow inside her swollen cunt with each thrust, the camera capturing every second.

"You like that, you little slut?" Hannah asked. Madison's cunt was starting to spread open and Hannah took her fingers out and filmed it. It didn't completely close due to the snow that was building up inside. Hannah grabbed some more and began to force it inside.

"Oh, fuck yes! I love this, baby! I love freezing my pussy and tits on purpose! I love wearing nothing but a bikini in the middle of winter and taking it off! I love being a slut!"

"Do you like knowing this video is going online?" Hannah asked. "Knowing that millions of pervert guys will be watching you get fingered in the snow, acting like a little whore?"

"Oh, god yes! I can't wait to be - ohhhh, fuck me! Harder, baby, ohhhh I'm about to cum! I can't - wait for - this to - to be - ohhhhh - to be - posted - ohhhhhh, I can't wait to be - to be exposed more, ohhhh, I'M SUCH AN EXPOSED SLUT!" Madison was now screaming at the top of her lungs as Hannah fingered her, naked, in a snow-covered public park. Madison forgot for a moment about the cold as her pussy tensed around Hannah's hand and she came, hard, throbbing, sopping wet.

Madison practically rode Hannah's hand as she moaned over and over again. She did not care about the cold, and she did not care where she was. She needed this. Hannah chucked at the sight of her wanton, depraved slut of a friend.

"Here, if you are such a fucking slut, clean off my fingers!" Hannah commanded. "You made a sticky mess all over them!" With that, Hannah forced three of her fingers into Madison's mouth, forcing her head back. There was nothing Madison could do except open wide. Tears began to form in her eyes as Hannah repeatedly stuck her fingers all the way in, her fingertips nearly touching the back of Madison's throat. She made sultry gargling noises as Hannah forced her fingers in over and over again before pulling them partially out.

Farther south, so to speak, Madison's pussy was dripping water from the melting snow. It had not even come close to regaining its former shape and size, and the snow was acting as a wedge, forcing it to remain open. As Hannah finished cleaning her hand off in Madison's mouth, Madison was starting to realize how bone-chillingly cold she was. After all, she had been outside in weather that was a few degrees below freezing, either naked or in only a skimpy bikini, for almost a half hour.

"Ha-han-nah?" Asked Madison. "I'm fr- cold! Can we go?"

"Sure. I mean you were the one who wanted to stay so long in the first place," Hannah reminded her.

"Okay," Madison said. She stood up and began walking back toward the car.

"Madison, your clothes!" Said Hannah as she filmed her friend walking away bare-assed.

"I don't want it," she said. I don't deserve it." She continued on. Hannah picked it up and put the small garments in her coat pocket before catching up with her friend, filming her as she trudged through the snow in only her ankle boots. She walked slowly, frigid, until Hannah caught up with her and filmed her from the front.

"I'm a slut," Madison said. "Like, you don't even understand. I'm such a slut." They were almost to the car. Madison nose dived into the snow, almost in tears from the cold as she covered her body. She wanted, no, needed, to feel the punishing, frigid mess against her body before she could continue.

Finally satisfied that she had had enough, Madison picked herself up, stiff and sore from shivering, and stepped into Hannah's car.

Although she was completely nude except for her boots, it was a rather uneventful ride home for Madison. She was too cold to think, let alone talk. There weren't many people on the road, and Madison could have cared less if any of those few saw her. A couple minutes into the ride, Hannah asked Madison if she wanted her to finally turn off the video recorder. Madison shook her head no.

"Why?" Asked Hannah. Madison just shrugged. Hannah obliged, keeping the camera trained on her friend's nude body.

"Did you have fun out there today?" Hannah asked.

"Yeah, but - but I completely humiliated myself, didn't I?"

"Yeah, you kinda did," said Hannah. "It was hot though."

"Yeah," said Madison. "And now I have to post the video."

"Are you sure you don't want me to turn it off? You know, no need to make it any more humiliating, right?"

"No, leave it on."

"I mean, you don't technically HAVE to post it, if you don't want to, you know?"

"No, I do. I have to."

"I mean, maybe give it a couple days. Maybe you'll decide it's too far. Maybe you'll change your mind when you aren't so - "

"Turned on? No, I have to post it, and I have to do it tonight."

"Why?" Hannah asked.

"I just do." Madison could not tell Hannah that she was being blackmailed, and that she was being forced to post more Webslut Madison content. If she did, she was afraid Hannah would insist that they go to the police, and Madison wanted no part of that, not only because she was afraid of the consequences, but also because the whole situation was so arousing to her that she did not want it to end. She was also concerned that Hannah would not participate if she knew the full details of the situation.

The girls arrived back at Madison's house without much further conversation except that, when Hannah asked a third time if she could turn the video off, Madison finally agreed. Madison walked into Hannah's house having only marginally warmed up in the car, still wearing only her ankle boots. She sat on the couch while Hannah made coffee, and still made no effort to put on clothes, as cold as she was.

Hannah returned to find her friend spread eagle on the couch. She handed Madison a cup of coffee and sat down next to her. "Here, you must be freezing," Hannah said. She gave Madison a kiss and wrapped her arms around her as Madison sipped her coffee.

The girls sat on the couch for several minutes, embracing without much conversation. Finally, it was Hannah that broke the silence.

"Are you still cold?" She asked. Madison nodded. "Maybe a hot bath would warm you up?" Madison nodded again, and Hannah took her hand and led her upstairs to the jacuzzi tub.

Hannah pulled off her T-shirt and jeans as Madison watched. She leaned in to kiss Madison as the tub filled. At first the k**s was soft and sensual, but it evolved into Hannah forcefully nibbling and biting Madison's mouth until the tub was full.

"Get in, slut," she said with a smile. Madison obliged, and didn't even really react to the pet name Hannah used. Hannah soon followed. In a matter of moments the girls were wrapped in a warm embrace, heads poking above the top of the water, hands exploring each other's breasts. Hannah had to get Madison back in the mood for what she wanted to do next. She gently pulled on Madison's left nipple, eliciting a deep breath from her friend. Then, without warning, the gentle pull turned into a forceful pinch, causing Madison to moan loudly, and Hannah knew she had her.

Hannah continued to play with Madison's nipples as Madison soaped Hannah. Madison was seated toward the back of the tub, knees up and legs spread wide. Hannah was seated toward the front of the tub, near the drain, and was kneeling, leaning forward.

"Want me to wash you?" Hannah said with a wink.

"Sure," said Madison, smiling.

"You need it. You're a dirty girl!" Hannah said. Hannah opened a bottle of body wash and squirted some into her hand before rubbing Madison's shoulders, which were peeking out of the water. Then she moved on to her breasts, and then her abdomen, and then her legs. Madison sat, eyes closed, her breathing becoming heavier and heavier as Hannah's touch ignited her inside piece by piece.

Hannah soaped Madison's knees at the same time before running her hands up Madison's inner thigh, down under the water, farther up Madison's leg and farther underwater, until finally, Hannah's hands converged on Madison's pussy. Madison did not object in the slightest as Hannah slid two fingers inside.

"Ooohhhh," Madison moaned softly.

"I have to get the snow out of there," Hannah said with a chuckle.

"You're going to have to - to go deeper, for that," Madison whispered. "Fuck me like the nasty slut I am."

Hannah flicked the switch to start the water draining as she shoved three fingers inside Madison's pussy as far as they would go. The water aided her cause, and allowed her to slip a fourth finger inside with virtually no resistance. Soon Hannah was sliding her hand in and out of Madison's pussy up to her thumb.

"God, yes, fuck me! Fuck me! I'm such a dirty slut, taking your whole hand inside my cunt! Mmmm, yes!" Madison moaned loudly. She barely noticed that Hannah had reached behind her back and was giving herself a similar treatment.

With the water draining slowly, Hannah submerged her head in the water, licking Madison's clit as she moved her four fingers back and forth, back and forth. She could not hear Madison's moans of ecstasy as she came hard, but she knew when Madison tensed up and held her head down on her clit that she had done her job.

Hannah came up a little short of breath. "I always wanted to do that to you," she said with a smile at last. "So, do you want to take this to the bedroom?"

Madison didn't need to be asked twice. She stood up, neglecting to dry off as she stepped out of the tub. Hannah followed, and the two wet girls headed straight for Hannah's room, Hannah leading Madison by the hand.

"Get on the bed," Hannah said, "and spread your legs." Hannah faced Madison, crawling into bed, her feet near Madison's head as she lowered her pussy near Madison's. Hannah's right leg and foot was behind Madison's back, and Madison's left leg and foot were behind Hannah's.

"I want to feel your pussy grind against mine," Hannah said softly. She thrust hers forward, and sparks flew as the soft flesh of Hannah's engorged vulva connected with its counterpart between Madison's legs.

"Ohhhh, God," Madison moaned at Hannah.

"Yes! Yes, you like that don't you, you fucking slut!" Hannah said in return.

"Oh, fuck yes, I like that, I like - grinding our pussies together!"

"Yeah, and you like being a slut and showing off for everyone too, don't you?"

"Yes, and freezing my ass off, and - making snow angels and - ohhhh, god, Hannah!"

"You want to be even more exposed, don't you, slut?" Hannah continued to grind on Madison as she spoke. She grabbed Madison's left leg with her right hand, thrusting against her body as she used her left hand to pinch Madison's nipples, softly at first, but increasing in intensity in response to the feedback she was getting from her friend.

"Oh, yes! I want to be totally exposed, and recognized, and completely ruined, oh yes! Grind me Hannah! Grind me! Hannah, please - please do something for me baby - please? Promise me?"

The grinding between the two girls' bodies was getting ever more intense. It was less of a metronomic brush back and forth and more of a rhythmic rough hammering between the girls bodies, thrusting fast and hard together and pulling away a little more slowly, before thrusting fast and hard at each other again.

"What do you want me to promise you?" Hannah asked.

"Never let me stop, Hannah! I want you to help me expose myself and - make me famous and - get me recognized and ruin me, oh god, Hannah, please, ohhhh! Don't ever let me stop or take it back!"

"Oh god, you're such a slut!"

"I mean it, Hannah, I mean it!"

"I know you do, baby!"

"Then give it to me!"

"Are you sure?"

"I'm a whore, Hannah! A whore! I want to be ruined for real! Please Hannah, I'm a slut! I'M A SLUT!" Madison collapsed backward as Hannah slipped her fingers inside of Madison's pussy, sliding her body aside Madison's and giving Madison a deep, wet kiss as Madison came hard. She shook on the bed as she wrapped her arms around Hannah and held her tight. And it was a long time before the girls let go.

Madison waited until Hannah fell asleep, and as soon as she did, she picked up her phone. Without even watching it, Madison sent the rather long video to her blackmailer without a second thought, whoever and wherever he or she happened to be. She crawled into bed next to Hannah, both still naked. Madison smiled, wondering what her next task would be. She could only hope that it would be even more intense and even more rewarding than the last.

Part 10
Madison stared blankly at her computer screen. She was wearing a pair of tight destroyed jeans and a t-shirt that she had quite literally cut in half so that almost her whole midriff was exposed. She never wore the shirt anywhere but to bed, but she did quite like sitting in her bedroom, looking at herself in the mirror, and thinking about how much of a slut she had become, even if nobody saw her in it.

"Well done, Madison," began the message from her blackmailer. "You really outdid yourself with that video. I knew it would be arousing, but you really went all out. You humiliated yourself far more than I instructed or even anticipated - I suppose there really isn't any stopping you when you get horny enough, is there?"

Madison read the message, looking for her next task. She had truly begun to accept that her fate was to be an exposed, humiliated webslut, shown off online for the world to see, with her real name and city, just waiting for her entire world to get turned upside down the instant she was recognized by someone she knew.

It wasn't mere acceptance, however. Madison was regretful at times about what she had become. In fact, most of the time when she wasn't aroused by her own behavior, she was humiliated and ashamed of herself. She sat in class wearing a slightly more revealing top than usual and felt ashamed. She ate lunch with her friends and sat there feeling regretful about what her life had turned into.

But, every time she thought about changing her ways, two things happened - first, she became fearful that her mystery blackmailer would really follow through with his threats. Second, she would eventually become so aroused that she couldn't help herself. She wanted more and she knew it. She was helpless to stop herself. And the more she began to accept it, the less she tried to overcome it. She knew she needed the addictive rush brought about by digging herself into an ever deeper hole, an ever expanding web of humiliation that could only end with her own ruination. And the more she felt that addictive rush, the more she craved it, regardless of the consequences.

Over the next several weeks, Madison completed several tasks. First, she had blindfolded herself and stood nude in front of her bedroom window for ten minutes. It was not the most difficult task except, of course, if anyone she knew happened by the window, it would have been quite embarrassing, although she would not have known, because her instructions were to make a video of it and not to remove the blindfold until she had waited ten minutes, masturbated to orgasm, and closed the curtains.

Of course, Madison filled the bulk of her several minutes of masturbation with dirty talk, begging out loud for any potential onlookers to call her a slut, watch her, humiliate her, and expose her.

After that, Madison had written "I will fuck anyone" in large letters on her stomach and worn fairly normal attire - jeans and a sweater that only gave a peek of her stomach and did not reveal the words written on her body - to a grocery store. She had been instructed to place her phone on one side of an aisle, raise he sweater to expose the writing, hold it for ten seconds, and replace her sweater. She did this, as instructed, at three locations in the store.

"I will fuck anyone," she told the camera. "I mean, I know it's not exactly true, but like - if someone saw me like this, I - it would be - I would die!" She continued, "And I would get off so hard." In fact, she got so horny she unbuttoned her jeans in the car and removed her sweater for the ride home, filming herself as she talked to the camera the entire time, occasionally flashing her nipples. She talked about how she needed this - needed the humiliation and exposure, how she needed to be a slut, how she thought in that moment that she really would fuck, literally, anyone.

Yet another task took Madison to the school library, where she sat in a short skirt and no panties and flashed the camera five times, for thirty seconds each, in between stacks of books before giving her breasts, with the words "public fucktoy" and "exposed slut" written on them, ten smacks each with a ruler. She repeated this five times as well before begging to be ruined and exposed once again, sending the video to her blackmailer immediately afterward.

And yet another time, Madison was instructed to go shopping with a butt plug shoved up her ass, which she did before masturbating in her car. The video, including her insertion of the plug in a mall restroom, was a half hour long.

Finally, warmer weather arrived, and with it, the moment Madison both feared and wished for - the moment when she would be instructed to engage in a humiliating video session in class.

"Hello again, Madison," the message began. "It's good to see that you have been keeping up with your task assignments so well. You have been doing so well, in fact, that I think I need to raise the difficulty a bit.

With that being said, your attire for this task will be as follows: a V-neck crop top, the hemline of which may be no longer than the point halfway between the bottom of your breasts and your bellybutton. The color does not matter. You will wear jeans, and they may be slightly high-waisted, but your pierced navel must be exposed along with at least two fingers' width below it. You may wear a cardigan or jacket but may not button, zip, or otherwise close it to obscure your midriff at any time. Your bra and shoes are your choice. Your ass will be plugged and I want video proof of this.

After you have dressed yourself as instructed, you will record yourself as you lift up the hem of the top and write the word "slut" in one inch letters, the bottoms of which shall be no more than the width of your pinky finger higher than the bottom hem of the top when it is in its ordinary position.

You will then attend class wearing this attire, with the word "slut" barely covered and your ass plugged. When you arrive in class, you will remove the cardigan/jacket and leave it off for the duration of the class. You will record yourself walking to class and removing the cardigan/jacket. You will excuse yourself during class to go to the restroom in the classroom building and masturbate to orgasm with the top raised to expose the writing on your body. You will record yourself as you exit the classroom, walk to the restroom, masturbate, and return to class.

Once you begin to masturbate, you cannot stop for any reason, including, but not limited to, the entrance of another person into the restroom. You may masturbate inside a stall. You must use the word "slut" out loud at least once per minute until you are finished. Once your class ends, your task is over, except that you must record yourself exiting the building.

Good luck, and I have no doubt that you will enjoy yourself."

Madison froze. "Oh my God - I can't do that!" She thought. "Go to class wearing - THAT? With slut written on my stomach? Barely covered? Holy shit, what if my top rides up? What if someone hears me? What if - shit, what if -" There were so many what ifs, Madison could hardly consider them all.

Madison legitimately did not know if she could bring herself to go through with it. She spent most of the rest of the day, when she wasn't busy with something else, dwelling on the task she had been commanded to perform. "This is crazy," she thought. "And the really crazy part is, I go to class and I sit there looking innocent, well - I mean, more innocent than I actually am, and - deep inside of me I know I'm exposed all over the internet, and I never really know who knows about me, but I try to keep it a secret from everyone."

She thought about what would happen if she went through with it. And, of course, she thought about what would happen if she didn't. She thought about the blackmailer, sitting behind his (or her) computer screen, sending links to the video proof of all of her filthiest exploits to her friends, maybe even her family.

Madison seriously considered messaging her blackmailer and begging him to reconsider. Perhaps she would offer to do something in private, but more extreme in other ways? Or she could offer to do something more humiliating, in a public place, but somewhere far away from campus where she would not be recognized. Somewhere where her professors, at least - the very people who would eventually be recommending her for a teaching job - would not see her dressing and acting like a trollop.

However, she also knew that she could likely pull off the task without being caught - it would be humiliating, sure, but if she acted carefully, she wouldn't expose the writing on her body or get caught masturbating. Finally, she knew that the idea, as crazy as it was, was arousing to her, and there was definitely a part of her that craved the risk she was taking for the sake of her own arousal. At last, she decided not to beg for another task.

"I'm really fucked," she thought as she sat and considered her predicament the following day. "Either I go to class dressed like a complete slut, risk my shirt riding up and everyone seeing the word slut written on my body, risk someone hearing me call myself a slut while I fuck myself in the school bathroom - or I risk having people I know find out all about me."

Of course, there was a part of Madison which was genuinely enjoying the situation, and that part was seemingly growing by he hour. Finally, two days after she received the message, she could not take it anymore.

"What if I - I just dress up and pretend," she said out loud. She already had on jeans that fit the blackmailer's orders, and she quickly went to her closet and pulled out a short, white crop top matching the remainder of the order, along with a long, olive green cardigan. In a matter of seconds, she pulled off her T-shirt and replaced it with the crop top.

"Slut," she said out loud as she grabbed a marker. Lifting up her top slightly, she meticulously scribbled the four letters onto her tanned flesh. She stood before her mirror and placed her arms behind her head, causing her shirt to ride up and the letters to become visible. "Slut," she continued, "what if someone sees me like this? What if I secretly want them to?"

At that moment, seeing herself dressed in that outfit, she knew there was no going back. "God, I'm fucked," she said out loud. "And the fucked up thing is, I actually want this. I actually want to be forced to do this. And I know that I'm just giving him more material to use, to force me to do even more, and God, I want that too. I asked for this and I got it and I want more."

Madison was so aroused it was all she could do to keep from ripping her jeans off and fucking herself right there. "I'm going to do it," she said, "whether I completely want to or not, I don't really have a choice. And that's exactly how I like it." Madison smiled at her reflection in the mirror. "I really am a slut."

Madison unbuttoned her jeans for added effect before sitting down on her bed. "God, I want to fuck myself right now," she thought. "But this will be so much better if I make myself wait - build up anticipation - and have the orgasm of my life in the school bathroom. God, am I fucking nuts or what? I actually hope somebody hears me - comes in - tells me I'm a nasty slut and forces me -"

Madison shook her head. She knew if she let these fantasies run rampant any longer, she really would be fucking herself in the next minute. "Tomorrow," she thought. "Tomorrow I wear this to class and make the video and do exactly as I have been told, and I do not cum until I'm in that bathroom." For one thing, she wanted the extreme rush that would be increased by not touching herself too soon. For another thing, she knew that she needed to cum quickly in that bathroom - the quicker the better, because the longer she remained in there, the likelier she was to get caught.

That night, Madison slept fitfully. She hasn't even bothered to wash the writing off her body, reasoning that the permanent marker would remain fresh on her skin the following day. She awoke almost hourly, pulling up her slightly longer, cropped T-shirt to look at the word on her body before going back to sleep, well aware of what she was about to do.

Finally, morning came. Madison carefully scrubbed off the writing in the shower, although it did not completely disappear. She made her way to the bedroom in only a towel, and after closing her door she threw the towel aside. She reached for her phone, and after sighing deeply, flicked on the camera and began recording.

Madison picked up a black bra and put it on. It was mainly lace, and it perfectly outlined her cleavage, slightly pressing her breasts together and leaving the flesh between her perky tits exposed. She then pulled out a medium sized silicone butt plug from her dresser drawer, watching in the mirror as she first lubed the plug and then carefully slid it into her ass.

"Oooh," she moaned softly as she forced the plug in until it came to rest in its natural position, with the bulb inside her rectum, which had tightened around the narrow bottleneck of the plug, and the wide, flat end of the plug pressed against her hole. "I can't believe I'm actually about to go to class with a plug in my ass," she said to the camera. "Just the thought of it is making me wet. I feel like such a slut."

Madison reached for a lace thong to match her bra. It was not much more than a string around her waist and a string between her legs, and it certainly did not hide the plug as it protruded from her ass. It was a little too tight, to the point that it must have been a little uncomfortable. She bent over, showing her ass to the camera. "See?" She said. "We my poor, slutty, plugged ass? I feel like such a whore wearing these panties with this plug."

Madison next reached for her jeans. In accordance with her instructions, they rose to about two inches below her navel, leaving her dangly piercing exposed. She pulled them on before turning her ass to the camera again. "Can you tell?" She asked. "I wonder if anyone will know I have the plug in? What do you think?" She turned her face to the camera and smiled.

The next step was to put the white crop top back on. Its hem was just a little higher than the midpoint of the line between the bottom of her breasts and her navel. Between the jeans and the top was about seven inches of Madison's exposed midriff.

"God, I look like such a slut in this," she said. She wheeled her desk chair in front of the camera and sat down. The back of the hair was to her left, and the camera was behind her. In that position, her top rode up in the back and her jeans rode down, virtually doubling the amount of exposed skin. "My whole fucking back is out," she moaned. "I really do look like a cheap slut. The whole class is going to think I'm a whore!"

Secretly, Madison was beginning to like the idea of going to class dressed like that, and of her classmates and professors thinking of her as nothing more than a slutty fuck toy. That secret would not remain a secret for long. Madison turned to the camera and smiled. "I actually like the idea. Like - there's a part of me that wants the whole class to think I'm a slut. To know what I am. I just hope they don't find out about me - like, being exposed - god, oh god, maybe I - maybe I just need to be ruined like that." Madison chucked, a little nervous and a little embarrassed, but highly aroused.

She stood up and lifted her top. Just above the bottom hem, Madison re-traced the mostly washed-off letters of the word "slut" with permanent marker.

"There. Slut." She said to the camera. "That's what I am. A slut." Madison raised her arms above her head, causing the shirt to ride up and the flesh bearing the humiliating inscription to be exposed to the camera. "God, I can't raise my arms - I can't raise my hand in class, or - or - well, let's just say - everyone can read this." The sudden realization that she could not so much as raise her hand in class without revealing her humiliating marking sent shivers down her spine. "How can I possibly keep this covered?!" She wondered to herself.

Madison lowered her arms and adjusted her top back to its natural position. She then shrugged her shoulders slightly, causing the bottom half of the word "slut" to appear from under the top. "Shit," she said to the camera. "I basically can't move my arms!" It might have only been half of the word, but it was enough for anyone with a brain to tell what it said.

Madison's heart raced. She was now fully aware that the slightest misstep, the wrong movement or body positioning would immediately reveal the word she had written on her own body - to her classmates as well as to her professor - and if she forgot for a split second and allowed that to happen, there would be no taking it back. She would be forever remembered as the girl who went to class in a revealing top with the word "slut" written on her exposed body.

She was nervous - she would have to mind her clothing the entire time she sat in class, lest she completely humiliate herself. As Madison stood there, looking at what she had done to herself, she started to become aroused. "What have I become?" She thought out loud. "I can't believe I'm actually wearing this top to class, let alone going with a plug in my ass and 'slut' written on my stomach, barely covered and at risk of coming out at any minute."

"God, it would be so hot if my top rode up and everybody saw it - just - the sheer humiliation would be incredible!" Madison admitted to the camera. "I mean, I'd be standing there, people pointing, turning red in the face, completely destroyed, and I don't think anything would turn me on more, oh, God, I'm so horny just thinking about it I mean I like - as much as I would like it, it would be horribly humiliating at the same time, and there's no way I'm going to let that happen, but - God! I mean, I'm front of strangers, fine, but - these are people I go to school with!"

Madison lifter her arms again. "I'm a slut," she told the camera. "See? Slut. I'm Madison Holt and I'm the class slut. God, I wish I could just let this happen, and stand there and raise my arms and announce what I am!"

"It's a hot fantasy," she continued, "but it would be so humiliating and embarrassing that I could never I mean, I like it but - not in class - that's why I'm showing you," she said to the camera. Slowly, she picked up the green cardigan and put it on. It didn't help her situation much, because she wasn't allowed to close it. It just focused the attention on the center of her stomach - where the letters would be if they peeked out.

Madison looked at the clock on her nightstand. It was just about time to go to class. She picked up her bag, which was of the brown leather one-shoulder variety, and picked up her phone. She took a deep breath. "I still can't believe I'm actually doing this," she said "Any of this." She tugged on the hem of her top and stepped slowly out from her bedroom. Her roommate was sitting on the couch and looked over at Madison as she exited her bedroom.

"What's up with your outfit?" She asked.

"Why what's wrong with it?"

"You're going to class dressed like you're going to a club or something," she said. "Is there a guy? In your class?"

"No," Madison said. "Just felt like finally breaking out of my comfort zone. How do I look?" She was careful to keep a hand near the bottom hem of her top, ready to tug on it at a moments notice, not wanting the word written on her body to become exposed.

"Well, honestly - you look sexy, but like a bit of a - you know - a bit slutty too."

"Thanks," Madison said awkwardly. She hurriedly left before her roommate could say anything more or notice the phone she was holding in her hand and using to record herself.

"I feel like such a slut," Madison told the camera once she was outside and out of earshot. "See? Slut." She lifted up her top briefly to show the writing to the camera. "I love feeling like a slut. And looking like a slut." Madison smiles at the camera. "I am a slut," she said. "A horny, exposed slut. I really hope nobody notices that I have slut written on my skin. Or my butt plug. But this outfit will draw attention and - knowing people are staring at me, knowing I could be exposed as a slut to my whole class today - God, it makes me want to touch myself."

Madison walked toward her class. She had readjusted her top so nobody could see the writing, and continued toward class, crossing the street. She felt vulnerable, knowing how she looked, knowing that she would have to sit through class with the cardigan off, knowing that it would be difficult to take it off without showing everyone the writing on her body, knowing that she would look like a trollop, and knowing that she was being forced into all of it - including masturbating in the bathroom. She knew she craved it, though, and knew that she wanted to be forced and compelled to do all of it.

Madison didn't say much the rest of the way. She was on time this time and there were too many people around. She wondered if anyone noticed the video and wondered what she was doing. And of course, she noticed eyes darting to and from the exposed skin between the left and right sides of her cardigan. She felt trapped and exposed, and wondered if anyone knew what she had written on her body - or what she had stuffed in her ass.

As she walked, the plug began to become more noticeable. She could feel its pressure inside her rectum as she took each step. As she approached her class, she knew she wasn't walking as she usually did. She was swaying her hips a little more and taking shorter steps with her feet a little farther apart, trying to stifle her arousal as well as the uncomfortable sensation of a long walk with her ass filled. She wondered if anyone noticed the difference in her gait.

"Okay, here goes," she said to the camera before entering the building. She quickly maneuvered into the lobby. A group of several guys standing in the center of the wide room seemed to feast their eyes on her body. A couple of girls walked by and gave her a disgusted look. "I feel like such a cheap little slut," she thought. "And that's good, that's what I deserve. Because that's what I am. I need this. I need to feel like a slut. I need to look like the class whore."

Madison stepped into the classroom. She could feel the conversation die as she walked in. Guys stopped mid-sentence, unable to focus their attention on the conversation they were having before they saw her outfit. "Oh my god, look!" She heard one girl exclaim to a friend. The friend turned and looked, and Madison could see the two whispering as she then turned away, and although she couldn't hear what they were saying, she knew it couldn't be nice.

Madison walked up the middle aisle of the classroom and approached her usual seat right in the center of the room. Oh, how she longed to just lift up her shirt and blurt out what she was, blurt out that she was exposed all over the internet, beg everyone to stare and to ultimately ruin her. She needed it. She craved it so badly. She desperately wanted to kneel on the floor and slide her jeans down, exposing her plugged ass to the room. She wanted to be pinned to the floor as she was forcibly stripped, teased, and tormented.

Madison's mind drifted away to a land of fantasy. There she was, nude, plugged, "slut" written on her stomach. She was lying on her back on the floor. Half the class had their phones out, taking pictures of her. A girl asked her how she expected to become a teacher when she acted like such a whore. "I don't - I won't - I want you all to ruin me," she said in her fantasy. "Ruin my reputation. Post those pictures online and tell everyone that I'm a worthless slut. I don't expect you to have any respect for me. Use me, please!"

A guy bent down and spat on her face. A girl took off her flip flop and rubbed her bare foot on Madison's cheek. Then, she felt something warm on her stomach. She looked up, and - oh my god! A guy had pulled his cock out and started pissing on her! What the fuck! Madison wasn't into that - or was she?! Now she could not be sure.

The thought of someone pissing on her, as humiliating as it was, was off-putting enough to snap her out of her fantasy world and bring her abruptly back to reality as she realized she had to bring her mind to a halt and fast. She quickly realized that she had been standing at the front of the class for several seconds, allowing the occupants of the room to have a much longer, lingering stare at her body than even she was comfortable giving, at least in this situation. Thankfully, she had at least absent-minded my kept tugging downward on her top as she stood there, at least she thought she had.

Madison walked to the third seat in the row. She felt like she was walking down a runway the way people stared at her. She reached the seat and saw Dan, the guy who always occupied the seat to her left. Madison placed her bag on the floor next to the seat. She didn't look at anyone at this point - she didn't want to see their reactions. She could feel their reactions, and that was enough for her to become immensely aroused.

"How's it going?" Asked Dan.

"Oh, uh - good, not bad," Madison replied as if she had awoken from some sort of stupor.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but you look really cute today," he said. Madison thanked him, blushing a little. Dan was about six feet, two inches tall. He was thin, probably weighing about 170 pounds, and Madison liked to imagine that he had a six-pack hidden somewhere under his polo. He had dark, curly hair that was neither long nor short, and he always seemed to have a five o'clock shadow. Madison thought he was cute, but had never tried anything with him.

At that moment Madison remembered that she had to take off her cardigan. Holding her top down with her left hand, she first placed her phone in her bag. She leaned it up against some of the contents of the bag so that the camera portion was sticking out and continued recording her every move from inside of the bag.

Madison then held her top with both hands as she shrugged her shoulders, trying to get the cardigan to fall off her shoulders and onto her arms on its own. It didn't work very well. She then tried holding her crop top with her right hand and pulling the cardigan off of her right shoulder with her left hand, by that didn't work either, because her right elbow was keeping her from pulling the cardigan off enough to let it fall off her arm on its own. It was somewhat of a spectacle, and people were starting to notice. Of course, all of this was an effort to keep the markings on her midriff hidden.

"What are you doing?" Dan asked with a snicker.

"Oh, um -" Madison began, a little embarrassed that he had noticed. "I'm trying to take this off, but I don't want my top riding up," she admitted. "It's a little revealing."

"Here, let me help you," he offered. Madison held the front of her crop top with her left hand and turned her back to Dan, offering him her right hand behind her back. He pulled the cardigan off her right shoulder and down her arm, finally removing it from the right side of her body altogether. She then held her top with her right hand and Dan repeated his actions on her left side.

"Thanks," Madison said nervously as Dan handed her the cardigan. "What do you think?"

"It looks cute," Dan replied.

"It's not too - you know, revealing - is it?"

"No, not at all," Dan lied. "It's cute - but I mean, it's not inappropriate or anything." Of course, Dan knew that it wasn't an appropriate outfit for a future teacher, but he was so excited to see a girl like Madison wear that outfit to class that he didn't dare do anything to discourage her.

Madison sat down in her chair. She was not comfortable at all. Her top rode up in he back, and she could feel the guy behind her locking on to her exposed flesh with his eyes and not letting go. She felt exposed. She knew she was being looked at, checked out by the guys and judged by the girls. She also could feel the plug pressing into her ass now that she was sitting down, and it not only became uncomfortable, but became arousing as well.

Madison tugged down on the front of her top again. The last thing she wanted was to expose "slut" to anyone - not here, anyway, and not now. She shifted her position in her seat, slouching to allow her skimpy top to cover more of her exposed midriff. The camera kept rolling, capturing the whole thing. Madison's heart began to race. Se knew what the next part of her task was. She took a deep breath, trying to keep her hands and thighs from shaking - she needed to appear composed in her class, and she didn't want to give away the fact that she was a nervous, horny mess inside.

The professor came in and started his lecture. He didn't even notice Madison's outfit, or if he did, he did his best not to stare or draw attention to it. It didn't matter. Madison could feel Dan sneaking glances t her exposed back and left side from his seat to her left. She tugged nervously on her top again. She looked to her right once to see a cute girl giving her a disgusting look, and the girl quickly turned away when Madison looked. And she knew the guy behind her, an overweight, slobby type, was piercing her back with his eyes. She wondered if her thong was exposed in the back, but she didn't dare check. Giving that guy an eyeful of her panties was the least of her worries.

She kept tugging on her top every minute it seemed as class went by. Madison realized that she wasn't paying the least bit of attention. She was becoming aroused like she had never been before. She could feel herself press her legs together, slouch her shoulders, and move one leg against the other in hopes of feeling something, anything, between her legs. She leaned forward, spreading her legs, trying to force the plug deeper into her ass. She needed this. She needed some sort of sensation that would add to her arousal.

Madison leaned back, tugging down on her top to keep the filthy scrawling covered. She looked over at Dan, who was now ogling her exposed midsection. She adjusted her top again, and could sense that he knew she was uncomfortable and began stealing glances at her as opposed to staring. Madison lifted her feet off the floor, again trying to shift the position of the plug in her ass ever so slightly. She spread her legs and then closed them again.

Finally, Madison couldn't take it anymore. It was time. She wasn't scared of what she was going to do anymore - she had become so aroused that she craved it. Quickly, she stood, bent down to pick up her bag, and threw it over her left shoulder with her left hand.

"Shit!" She thought. She had forgotten to make sure the word "slut" didn't pop out from under her top! That was a risky maneuver and she knew it. "Fuck! I hope it didn't - I hope nobody saw!" She felt like a tramp, a tease, and a trollop as she walked to the front of the class, took a hard right, and headed for the door. Every eye in the room focused on her as she marched her tight, exposed body to the door and left the room.

As soon as she was outside the classroom, Madison pulled her phone out of her bag and was once again talking to the camera. She looked around, looked back at the camera, and began.

"God, I - I'm not sure if - I hope nobody saw the writing on my stomach, I picked up my bag and - I think my top might have come up. I don't know - I hope nobody saw. But I guess if someone did, then I - then The whole class will know what I am. God, that is so hot, all those people knowing I'm a slut and knowing all about the fact that I'm exposed everywhere - forcing me to give them blowjobs to keep their mouths shut - God, I would really be a slut!"

Madison kept walking to the bathroom. "I really hope nobody saw it, though, I mean - it would be hot, and one of these days I really do want to be completely ruined but - I want to have a lot of fun first, you know? But I'm really not sure - someone could have seen it." Madison looked around to make sure nobody was in the vicinity. "Someone could have seen this," she said as she pulled her shirt up to expose the word "slut" as she walked through the hallway. "Hell, someone might see it now. They might see that I'm a slut, if they didn't already know based on my outfit.

"God, I love that too, just - being forced to dress up and up to class looking like a whore. All the guys were staring, the girls scowling - I want them all to fuck my ass, one after the other, tell me I'm a no good whore and I'm such a stupid slut for destroying myself online - and I want them to leave me there covered in their cum and post a video of them forcing me, forcing me to take their cocks and eat their pussies, forcing me to be a huge slut. And I want to be forced to wear even less to class than I did today. Forced. Please, please, someone do this to me. I want someone out there to literally ruin me."

Madison had reached the restroom. Thankfully, she hadn't encountered anyone on the way. She quickly entered a stall and threw down her bag. She hung her phone by a piece of string that she had run through the case ahead of time, by hooking the string to the coat hook on the back of the stall door. She wadded up some toilet paper and stuck it between the phone screen and the door so that the phone would tilt downward and capture her every move from the best angle - above.

Madison's shirt was still pulled up to expose the writing on her body as she quickly took her shoes off and then pulled her jeans off, putting her shoes back on only because of where she was. She turned her ass to the camera, bent over, and gave a show as she pulled down her thong. She pulled it off, over her shoes, and put it in her bag.

"I just wore a butt plug in class," she said as she spread her cheeks, giving the viewer a nice look in between them, before she straightened up and turned around. She smiled at the camera before continuing, "because I'm a filthy little slut. And I liked it, and it turned me on, and now I came here to fuck myself." With that, Madison slipped two fingers into her swollen, wet pussy, which might have been as wet as it had ever been. Madison could smell her pussy as soon as she took off her jeans, and it only made her feel like even more of a slut.

Madison sat down on the toilet and leaned back, spreading her legs and facing the camera. "Ohhhh, yes," she whispered at the camera. "What if someone comes in here, and catches me? Ohhhh God, please come in here and catch me. Make me do filthy things to keep you quiet, ohhhh yes!" Madison fantasized about a heavyset butch lesbian girl hearing her moan and kicking her way into the stall before forcing Madison to eat her pussy, leaving Madison a horny, slobbering mess on the floor before leaving as if nothing had happened.

"God, ohhhh, what if it's someone from my class? Oh god, I fucking want someone to - to fucking catch me! Fucking humiliate me! Fucking tell everyone I'm a dirty nasty filthy slut who wears butt plugs to class and writes "slut" on my stomach and goes to class dressed like a whore and likes it so much I leave and fuck myself in the school bathroom! Fucking tell everyone what a nasty slut I am! Humiliate me in front of my - my friends and make them see what all my dirty little secrets are! And tell them I'm exposed all over the internet and I can't help it anymore and I want to be ruined!"

Madison was now vigorously pounding her cunt with three fingers. Her hand slapped against her pussy loudly enough that she briefly wondered if it could be heard out in the hallway. And her left hand was wrapped under her left leg, occasionally reaching for the plug in her ass, pulling it out and shoving it back in again so she could feel the sensation of her ass being stretched as she fucked her pussy. "Mmmm, fuck, I'm such a slut!" She moaned loudly.

Madison quickly pulled her top off with her left hand only, remembering her instruction not to stop masturbating, and threw it in her bag, which was sitting on the floor. "Yes, mmmm," she moaned as she pressed a fourth finger into her pussy. "I'm webslut Madison, and I want you guys to watch me fuck myself and ruin me! Ohhhh, I'm not getting spread around fast enough! I need to be destroyed, to be ruined! Ruin my reputation and ruin my life! Please!"

Madison closed her eyes. Just then, she heard the unmistakable sound of someone opening the door and entering the bathroom. She opened her eyes wide, continuing to fuck herself slowly but forcefully as the girl took a stall two stalls down from her. "Oh, shit, I wonder if she knows I'm in here." Madison thought.

"Oh, god, this is so hot!" Madison mouthed to the camera. "I'm so fucking horny I just want to cum!" Madison closed her eyes and leaned her head back. She thrust her fingers back inside her pussy as she moved her hips forward to accept them. She allowed her fingers to escape her pussy before thrusting them in slowly again.

Knowing that there was another girl in the bathroom only made Madison that much more aroused. She removed her fingers and thrust them in again. She could now hear the girl urinating. Madison just couldn't take it anymore. She had reached the point that she did not have the will to hold back, her aroused state had won, it had taken her over one hundred percent and there was no return. "Ohhhh," Madison let out a soft moan.

"Hello? Is there someone in here?" Madison heard the girl say.

In her stall, Madison was no longer slowly thrusting. She had been busted, and to her amazement, she loved it. She moaned again as she thrust her fingers into her cunt again as she pulled the plug out of her ass and thrust it in hard. Fueled by desire, she was thrusting her fingers in and out forcefully, at a rate of about three thrusts back and forth each second. Her hand slapped against her labia, creating the unmistakable sound of sex.

"Umm, are you okay?" The girl asked.

"I'm fine, I just - I'm -"

"Are you - you know?"

"Yes, yes, yes! I'm fucking myself, I'm - I don't care - fuck! I'm a slut! I'm a slut fucking myself in the school bathroom, ohhh, can you hear me, I'm -"

"Oh my GOD!"

"Yes, yes, you fucking caught me, oh, God, I wanted this, OHHH I'M SUCH A FUCKING FILTHY SLUT!" YES! YES! FUCK! YES! Madison screamed loudly as she came. Her hips were rocking back and forth on the toilet seat. Her fingers were shoved sideways in her pussy as she went. "Fuck yes, stay and listen, I fucking love it!"

Madison had never been so humiliated in her life, and she had never been so aroused. She shook violently as she heard the toilet flush in the other stall. "Ohhhh, god, yes, that was a good one, ohhhh yes!"

"Did you just cum?" The girl asked.

"Yes, I did. God, was that good." Madison removed her fingers from her pussy at last and began to lick them clean for the camera.

"So do you, umm, do this often?" The girl asked. Madison was starting to worry that she wasn't going to leave.

"No, I mean - first time in a school bathroom."

"Yeah. You should try to do it in a more crowded place without anybody hearing you sometime. It's hard. Really hard, but hot."

"Oh, thanks," Madison said. She couldn't believe anyone would think of that, especially not the one girl who happened to come in while she was in the act.

"You know, come to think of it, I - I'm going to go do it in the main cafeteria bathroom. 12:30, next Wednesday. It's my favorite place because there are always a ton of girls coming in and out. You should come join me - either just listen, or do it too, up to you."

"Okay, maybe," Madison said.

"Here," the girl said as she stuck her hand under the stall door. She held out a twine bracelet with beads on it. "So I can find you if you decide to come."

"Thanks," Madison said. She was starting to calm down and her heart rate was returning to something moderately resembling normal. She picked up her panties and put them on as she heard the girl run water to wash her hands.

Madison then picked up her top and put it back on as she heard the girl remove a towel from the dispenser. And as Madison took off her shoes and pulled her jeans back on, she heard the girl exit the bathroom.

"Whew," Madison thought. "I thought she was going to hold me hostage in here until I came out." Madison picked up her phone and opened the stall door.

"Oh my god!" She said as she realized that she was face to face with the girl who had listened to her orgasm. "Shit, she heard everything! Oh, my god, this is so humiliating! I thought she left! This girl heard me beg for it, oh god, no!" Madison thought all at once. Her expression said it all - her eyes were wide, her mouth open, one hand over her mouth and the other pulling down on her top. Madison was mortified and, for some reason, aroused.

"Sorry, I - I just wanted to see what you looked like, that's all," said the girl. "You're like - way cuter than I would have thought."

"Yeah, you too," said Madison. She watched as the girl blushed. She was a little on the short side at maybe five feet, two inches. She was thin, blonde, and had palish skin. Her breasts were barely a B-cup, and she wore a mid-thigh skirt and an off-shoulder top that was cropped to expose about half an inch of her midriff. Her skirt was high waisted, and covered her navel.

"You weren't k**ding," the girl went on. "You really are a slut. At least, you really look it. I can't believe you would wear that to class."

"Thanks," Madison said, blushing. "I - I like it - looking like a slut, I mean. It helps the whole - you know, this process," she said, pointing to the stall from which she had come.

"Yes it does."

"I'll see you on Wednesday," Madison said, smiling. "I have to go back to class."

Madison left the restroom, forgetting to wash her hands, and the girl followed her out. They went in different directions to Madison's relief, as she was starting to worry that the girl was going to try to figure out who she was so she could humiliate her further.

Madison walked back to class, careful to tug on her top to keep the word "slut" from coming out as she went. "Fuck, that was hot," she whispered to the camera. "That girl came in and caught me fucking myself and - god, she was cute! I can't wait to see her in a few days. God, that was humiliating! I am such a fucking slut and I want more!

Madison approached the door to her classroom. As she did so, she lifted her shirt up to show the camera, once again, the writing barely hidden by its threads. "I'm a slut," she whispered. "I want to go in there and walk to the front of the room and lift up my shirt and show them what I am, and then prove it to them by fucking myself in front of all of them while they ridicule me. God, I want to be exposed!" She said to the camera.

"But I really can't because - then the fun would stop," she said as she stuck her tongue out slightly and smiled, flirting with the camera. "The fun of knowing there is more humiliation out there and wanting it and knowing I will eventually be completely ruined in every imaginable way but not knowing when."

"Anyway, I have to get back to class," Madison said to the camera. She lowered her top, put the phone back into her bag, opened the door, and walked in.

Madison entered the classroom. Again, it seemed that every eye was on her body as she stepped toward the center of the room. She wondered if her face was still a little red, or if her clothes were maladjusted in some way that would give away what she had been up to. She tugged on her top again to keep from revealing what lay beneath it. She looked at the floor as she hurried, in her embarrassment, back to her seat.

Turning clockwise, Madison sat down in her seat. The plug shifted inside her ass. She leaned forward to ensure that the writing on her body was hidden, and in doing so, she no longer wondered if her thong peeled out of her jeans in the back. A quick swipe of her hand and she knew that it did, not that she really cared. Dan and the guy behind her, whatever his name was, could enjoy the view all they wanted as long as they didn't know what she had been doing or what was written on her body.

Madison felt Dan's gaze on her back and side. She shifted back in her seat, ashamed at her attire. That only caused the plug to dig into her ass, adding to her predicament. Madison felt like a cheap tramp. She shifted forward again, inviting Dan to resume stealing sideways glances at her, before shifting back again and noticing that his gaze had shifted to her pierced navel.

It didn't take much longer for Madison to give up trying to get comfortable. It just wasn't going to happen. Anyway, she was starting to feel the flames of arousal burning inside her again, and she stopped wanting to hide and started wanting her situation to be prolonged. When she reached that point, she continued to shift in her chair, but for the opposite reasons. She shifted back to give Dan a better view of her midriff and to feel the plug shift inside her ass, and she shifted forward to give the guys a better view of her exposed back and thong. One thing didn't change - she kept periodically tugging down on her top.

Finally, class was over. Madison stood up and looked around, taking in the eyes on her body one last time. She tugged on her top as she picked up her bag and slid it over her shoulder, walking out the door.

She had one destination in mind - her apartment, where she could finally remove the plug that had become a literal pain in her ass. She wondered if she was walking any differently as a result of its presence as she meandered through the building toward the exit. As she walked, she could feel guys looking at her body. She wished she could just pull up the top and announce what she was. "Fuck, I'm horny!" She thought to herself. It was too humiliating, though, to reveal her true self to a group of her classmates, as much as she desired nothing more.

Madison sat down on a bench outside. She picked up the phone, smiled at the camera, and blew a kiss before finally turning off the recording. This had been her longest video yet - just over an hour. She briefly considered taking the cardigan out of her bag and putting it on for the walk home, but then realized that if she was enough of a slut to sit through class without it, she could walk home without it too.

As she stood up, Madison suddenly noticed Dan approaching her. "Hey, Madison," she heard him say.

"Oh, hi, Dan. Umm, what did you think of class today?" She asked awkwardly.

"Oh, it was okay," he said. Madison could feel his gaze shift from her face to her exposed midriff and back again. Damn, it felt good to be looked at like that, to be ogled and checked out. She knew she looked like a living sex toy, and the way he looked at her was fueling the fire of arousal inside of her. She wanted more. All of the sudden, she couldn't take it anymore.

"So, Dan, what did you think of my outfit?" She asked.

"It's cute. It looks good on you."

"Cute?" She asked, puzzled. That really wasn't what she was going for.

"Okay, if I'm being honest - you look sexy. I like it."

"Thanks," she said She smiled at Dan nervously. "You don't think it's too - you know -"

"Revealing? No. I mean - no. It's sexy but not like - too slutty or anything." Dan shifted his gaze to Madison's midriff again. She loved it. She knew he was lying, and although she hoped he would tell her the truth, she was just satisfied she could draw attention to her body and get him to look again.

"I have a question though, actually, if you don't mind?" Dan said.

"Sure, ok, what is it?"

"Well, it's about your outfit. There's something I don't really understand."

"What do you mean?"

"Well I've seen girls - and you did it today - wear these outfits, these belly shirts, and then go out in public, whether it's class or the mall or the movies - and keep pulling down on the shirt. Like, you know - you put that on, you looked in the mirror, you knew what it looked like and you were okay with that. So why keep adjusting it like you're uncomfortable, you know?"

"Oh, yeah, I don't get that either," Madison said, feigning confusion.

"Like, make up your mind, you know? You either want to show your belly or you don't, so I mean - either just own it and enjoy it, or wear something that covers it, you know? So I guess my question is - why do girls do that? I mean, do you get out in public and change your mind about wanting to let it - for lack of a better way to put it - show off?"

"No," Madison replied. "And first of all, a lot of girls don't really do it to show off, like you said. Girls don't make sense. Most of the time they - we - are just trying to look better than our friends, as In, hotter. And sometimes we're just trying to be cute or flirty or trendy. But I - I actually do like showing it off a little." Madison blurted our this truth before she had a chance to stop herself. Realizing what she said, she was humiliated again, and becoming terribly horny. She had just admitted that she liked showing her body!

"Okay, then why pull on your shirt? You're doing it right now! I mean, do you like the idea of showing off and then see people staring and want to cover it up?"

"No, and - I almost never do this," she said, tugging on her top again. "I usually just show what the top shows, I'm not desperate to cover it up or anything, you know? I agree with you - in the sense that - if I was, I would wear something else."

"Okay, but then - why do you keep doing that?" Dan asked, giggling. "Like, it doesn't make any sense. What, do you have something under there you don't want anybody to see or something?"

Madison froze. "Did he see the writing?!" She wondered. Her heart leapt into her throat, and she could feel a rush of adrenaline as she felt more humiliated than she ever had before. She also felt more aroused. "That would be so hot if he saw," she thought. In a weird way, she started to hope that he did, if for no other reason than because she could go home and make herself cum harder than ever knowing that the cute guy next to her saw "slut" written on her body, and she had messed up and let him and now he would never see her as anything more than - well, a filthy slut.

"I mean, I just don't get it," he said. "It just seemed like there should be some sort of reason," Dan said, breaking Madison's train of thought.

"Maybe he didn't see?" thought Madison. "Damn, and that was - I wanted him to. I needed it. Well - well, fuck it. If he didn't see it before, he's going to see it now!" Madison could not believe what she was about to do.

"Hey, can you keep a secret?" Madison asked.

"Sure," sad Dan.

"This really isn't a sure kind of moment. I mean can you keep a secret and not tell a soul what I'm about to show you?"

"Yes, I won't tell anyone."

"Okay." Madison took Dan's arm and led him around a corner to the left, where large bushes obscured them from the view of people walking to and from class on the sidewalk.

She still could not believe that she was about to intentionally show him the writing on her stomach, but she was far too turned on to stop. She craved the humiliation, craved the embarrassment, and craved the feeling of knowing that he knew what she was and what she was for.

"I have something under my shirt," she said at last. "That's why I kept adjusting it."

"What is it?" Dan asked. Madison slowly lifted up her top, revealing the four letters that formed the word "slut."

"Slut," Dan said. His mouth was gaping open as he stood there in disbelief at what he saw. "You - it says 'slut' on your stomach." He smiled at her, still in shock. Madison held her top up for several seconds longer than she needed to, to get her point across, and this time Dan's gaze did not leave her midriff area.

"Slut," Madison aid as she finally adjusted her top to cover it again. "It says slut." Her legs were beginning to twitch, losing strength due to the extreme level of arousal she felt as a result of what she had done. She was humiliated, and mortified, and yet - she had never felt so alive, or so aroused! She caught herself just before she started to touch her pussy through her jeans.

"I don't get it - why - I mean, did you do that yourself?" Dan asked.

"Mmmmhmmm," Madison said, smiling coyly. "Sure did."

"Damn," Dan said. "You really wanted to do it, then - but why? And why so close to - like - why not write it higher where it's easier to cover up?" Dan asked.

"Honestly," Madison explained, "I like the way it makes me feel. Like, the thrill of almost showing that to everyone in class - the thrill of wearing these clothes and drawing attention to it - and just, you know?" Madison stopped her explanation abruptly before Dan pressed for more.

"No, I really don't know - I mean, why is that a thrill? Isn't it - degrading?"

"Yes. And humiliating, and embarrassing - and just - shit, I didn't really want to get into this but I guess I have to now," Madison began. Her knees began to tremble in excitement as Dan coaxed out her confession. She was going to have to admit that she liked the humiliation, that she liked the degradation, and everything! And to her complete shock, she wanted it! She wanted to stand there and be humiliated in front of him, by him, and for him!

"So is it true?" Dan's question interrupted her train of thought.

"Is what true?"

"It says 'slut' on your stomach - are you really a slut?" Dan was just as aroused as Madison as he pried at her.

"I - I mean, not in the sense that I go around sleeping with everybody - I mean, I sleep with guys, but - I mean - I don't know how to say this, but - Dan, I like feeling like a slut. It really, really turns me on. And I like being degraded. I don't know why, but I crave it. And I like risking that someone might see it and I might be completely humiliated - I honestly get a sexual rush out of it."

"Wow. That's really hot," Dan admitted. "But - wouldn't the best way to feel like a slut be to actually be a slut?"

"I don't know, honestly," Madison admitted. "Usually I just go home and finger myself after I do something like this, but now..." Madison trailed off as Dan reached a hand out and touched the hem of her top. In doing so, he grazed his fingers against her stomach, sending chills down her spine.

"Let me see this again," Dan said, hinting that he was going to lift her top.

"Okay," Madison said with a smile. She stood motionless as he lifted her top and ran his fingers over the again- exposed letters on her upper stomach.

"Here, let me help you," she said as she lifted her arms above her head, lifting the hem up high enough that Dan didn't have to hold her top up to see it. "Do you like that?" She asked as he ran his fingers down the center of her stomach and back up to the hem of her top, which was how a couple inches higher than it had been previously.

"Slut," said Dan. Just hearing the word, come live out of his mouth, made her tingle.

"Slut," she said in reply. "I'm a slut," she whispered to him softly.

"You want to feel like more of a slut?" He asked as he continued to caress her stomach.

"Yes," Madison whispered.

"Want to make that statement come true?" he asked. "I want to make you into a slut for real. You want to feel like a slut, then act like one."

"And how would you do make it come true?" She asked in a flirtatious tone.

"I would take you back to my apartment and fuck you," he replied in a whisper.

"Okay," she said softly. Without another word, he took her hand and led her down the sidewalk as she pulled down on her top again. "Dan?" He looked over at her. "I'm a slut," she said. She smiled at him seductively.

"You sure do look like a slut in that outfit," he said, smiling back.

"Good. I hoped I would," Madison admitted. "I was hoping you would tell me that earlier, even if I can see why you didn't. Unlike knowing that I look like a slut."

"I like the fact that you like it."

Madison showed Dan her inscription again when nobody was looking. He continued to occasionally stroke her exposed skin softly. The sexual tension built higher and higher as the couple made their way to Dan's off-campus apartment. The plug was seriously grinding into Madison's ass during this walk. It was only turning her on more. She had decided by now to just leave it in, saving it as a special slutty surprise for Dan when he removed her jeans.

"This feels a little strange, doing this in the middle of the day, I have to admit," Dan said.

"What? Picking up some half-dressed chick and bringing her home?"

"Yeah - I mean, not that I do it often, but when I have, it's two in the morning and we're both a little tipsy."

"Yeah, same here. But I like this, like - we're going to hook up and I want it and I'm not doing it just because I'm drunk and emotional or something."

Finally, they reached Dan's apartment. He unlocked the door and led her inside, tossing his backpack in a corner before he took Madison's bag and gave it a similar treatment, but not before she took the permanent marker out and stuffed it into her jeans pocket. Dan kicked off his shoes and Madison followed suit.

In an instant, he had his arms wrapped around Madison's exposed midsection and back, kissing her deeply. Madison kissed back, wrapping her arms around his neck, feeling his hands on her back as he reached up the back of her top. Madison's mouth could not open any further and Dan's tongue could not get any farther in as Madison sucked softly on his tongue, and he sucked softly on her bottom lip.

"Mmmm, I want to see it... I want to see the word," Dan growled as he lifted up Madison's shirt. He felt her upper abdomen with his thumbs as he did so. Mmmmm, slut, that is so fucking hot!"

"Dan, I - I want you to talk dirty to me," Madison said, carting her pitch to speak in as sultry a manner as ever. "Like - don't just say slut to my stomach. I want you to call me a slut, and everything, and I want you to mean it too. I want to know you mean it and I want you to degrade me."

"Wow, Madison, you really are a dirty little slut asking for that," Dan replied. She lifted up her arms and he happily pulled the tiny top off over her head.

"Keep going," Madison whispered. "Make it sting. Make it humiliating. Make me regret this, and I'll get so turned on, I'll do whatever you want."

"I like the sound of that," said Dan. He lifted his arms after another short kiss, and Madison practically ripped his shirt off.

"Mmmm, I just knew you had a six pack under there!" Madison cooed. She pressed her stomach against his, at least as well as she could. It was really her middle abdomen grinding on his lower abdomen as they kissed again. She softly tugged on her bra strap to let him know that was a garment she was willing and ready to part with, and he obliged by reaching behind her back and unclasping it. She lowered her arms and backed up just enough to allow it to fall to the floor.

"Ohhhh, you fucking slut, these look amazing," Dan growled. He cupped each of Madison's breasts in one of his hands, feeling her already-hard nipples in the palms of his hands.

"Just so you know," Madison said after they kissed again, "when I get fucked, I like them pinched more than rubbed. Hard. Make it hurt a little," she whispered.

"You really are a nasty little slut, aren't you?" Asked Dan after another kiss.

"Mmmhmmm," Madison replied. "And I have a little surprise for you," she said. "Where's the bedroom?" Dan quickly led his topless conquest to his bedroom, wondering what sort of surprise might await him there. He was already having one hell of a day by any measure - was it going to get even better?

In the bedroom, Madison got down on her knees as soon as the door was closed. She kissed Dan's stomach softly as she unbuckled his belt and unsnapped and unzipped his jeans, pulling them off one leg at a time, leaving only his boxer shorts.

"Are you going to suck my cock, slut?" Dan asked assertively.

"Yes, this slut is going to suck you until you are rock hard," Madison replied. Dan looked down to see Madison pulling his cock out of the opening in his shorts and teasing the head with her tongue. He was already halfway there, having been especially aroused by the way Madison referred to herself as "this slut" as if she were a nameless, faceless set of holes for his use.

"Is this the surprise, slut?" He asked.

"No, the surprise is - better," she replied. With that, she opened wide and moved her head forward, allowing half of Dan's shaft to penetrate her willing mouth before closing her lips around his dick and beginning to suck.

"Ohhhh, fuck yes. Suck my cock you little slut!" Dan was starting to get a little more aggressive. The more he realized Madison was into it, the more comfortable he became doing as he liked - degrading her, ordering her, using her.

Madison looked up into his eyes as she sucked on his cock. She closed her lips around the latter half of his shaft as she pulled them backward toward the head. "Mmmm," she moaned. "Do you like the way this slut sucks your cock?" She asked submissively as she reached the end, moving her lips over the head and removing his cock from her mouth for just a moment.

"Ohhhh, fuck yes, and I - ohhh! I like the way you call yourself this slut!" Madison, instantly ignited by his response, forced her wife-open mouth over his shaft as far as it would go, taking it nearly all the way in, until his head poked her throat. Dan moaned loudly as she licked the bottom of his shaft, sucking vividly before pulling her lips over his head again.

"This slut likes doing it," she said. She took his cock and slapped herself in the cheek with it, then again. "Slap me with your cock and force it in," she said.

"Can you say please?" Dan asked, teasing her.

"Please, please, slap my face with your cock and force it in as far as it will go. This slut needs it!" Dan didn't need to hear anything more. He took his cock in his hand, slapping Madison hard on her left cheek. He repeated the motion again while Madison looked up at him, doe-eyed, and batted her eyelashes.

"Is that what you want, slut?" Dan asked. Madison moaned in approval as Dan grabbed the back of her head and forced his cock inside as far as it would go. He rammed her throat slowly at first, then thrust his cock into her mouth with unrelenting fury.

Dan pulled his cock out of her mouth. A long string of saliva and phlegm connected his cock with her mouth as he pulled it out and slapped her face again. "You actually fucking love this, don't you, slut?"

"Yes, please, don't stop" she begged. He slapped her face again before ramming his cock into her throat. Madison, overwhelmed by her arousal at being treated like such scum, slapped her own face on a whim as Dan thrust his cock into her mouth.

Dan didn't miss a beat. He forced his cock in and left it there, slapping Madison hard enough to bring tears to her eyes, "you little fucking slut," he said. "Who knew you were such a cock hungry little slut?"

Finally he removed his cock from her mouth. "I think you're ready for your surprise," she said. Madison stood up and leaned over the bed on all fours. "I'm going to take off my jeans."

Madison supported her weight with her knees and shoulders as she unbuttoned her jeans. She reached behind her ass, looking back at Dan as well as she could as she slowly lowered her jeans beyond the globes of her ass cheeks. Dan, watching, suddenly saw the object protruding from Madison's ass and the sorry excuse for a piece of fabric in between.

"Oh, shit!" Dan exclaimed. "You - you have a butt plug shoved in your ass!" He smiled wide in his excitement as Madison looked behind her to see the expression on his face. "How long - I mean, did you have that in the whole time you were in class?"

"Yes, I did. I felt like such a slut sitting there in half a shirt and with slut written on me and with my ass plugged."

"Do - I mean, is this something you do a lot?" Dan asked.

"No, well - first time doing it in class," Madison replied.

"And you like that? I mean, wouldn't that be uncomfortable?"

"Yes, and yes - but it's a nice little constant reminder that I'm just a filthy little slut."

"Damn, you really are."

"Dan, I don't know what you're waiting for. Get over here and fuck me. Fuck my pussy while my ass is plugged!"

Dan needed no more encouragement. He dropped his boxers to the floor before flipping Madison onto her back and ripping off her jeans, tossing them next to her on the bed. She had her panties halfway off before he could reach them, and she lifted her legs into the air so that he could easily finish the job.

"Put that cock inside of me!" Madison said. She gasped as the tip of Dan's cock slid easily into her waiting, throbbing cunt.

"Fuck, you're wet," Dan said.

"Mmmhmm, I'm a wet little slut and I want you to fuck me hard." Dan slid his cock slowly inside of her before thrusting in and out, amazed at how wet she was. "That's it, use me, Dan. Use this little fuckslut hard!" Dan ran his hand over the writing in her stomach again. "Talk dirty to me. Tell me how filthy I am, tell me what a little whore I am for the way I acted today!" Madison begged. Dan could not take it anymore as he plunged deep into her pussy, thrusting mightily as Madison began to move her hips in rhythm, accepting his cock happily.

"Oh, fuck, Madison, you dirty fucking slut. I knew you were a nasty little fucking slut the minute you walked into that classroom. Who goes to class wearing half a shirt? Dumb fuckslut Madison, that's who. Why? Because you like looking like a slut for the whole class, don't you, bitch?"

"Oh, fuck! That's it, Dan! That's how you talk to a dirty fucking cunt like me! Yes! I wanted it! I wanted to look like a slut for the whole class today! I wanted to wear that tiny little too and show off my whole stomach!"

"And you wanted to sit in class with that plug shoved up your ass, reminding you every minute that you're just a nasty, needy fucking whore, didn't you?"

"Yes, yes! I shoved it up there! I walked to class in it! I wanted to feel like a dirty, nasty, filthy little bitch while I sat in class! Ohhhh, mmmm, I'm such a dirty fucking slut! Tell me what I am, Dan! Please tell me!"

"You're a dirty fucking cunt, Madison! You're the nastiest, sluttiest, dirty smut bitch I ever met! You wrote slut - ohhhh, fuck, you wrote it on your body and barely covered it up with your skimpy little outfit, and went to class! You fucking little cum dumpster!"

"You liked it, didn't you, Dan? You liked when I showed you what I wrote on my body? Well guess what? I - I liked it more. I wanted that. I needed it. And I fantasized about accidentally showing the whole class that I'm a slut! I want everyone to see next time, Dan, I want to be forced to show them!"

"You really want to be completely humiliated, don't you, slut?"

"Oh, yes, please!" Please do that to me! Please do that to this slut! This slut needs it!" Madison shouted as Dan throttled his cock into her pussy, pounding her furiously. All of the sudden, Madison pushed his abdomen, causing his cock to come out of her. She sat up.

"You really liked that, didn't you? The degrading writing?"

"Yes - that was the hottest thing I've ever seen - in that outfit - "

"Good, here," she said. She reached into her jeans, which were still at her side, and fished briefly into the pocket before pulling out the marker and tossing the jeans on the floor. "Mark me up, Dan. Write the most degrading shit you can think of. If you don't think it's too degrading, think of something nastier. Use me like a blank canvas while you fuck me."

"Fuck, you're a hot little slut!" Dan said. He thrust his cock back inside her as he ripped the cap off the marker with his teeth.

"Tell me what you're writing," Madison said, "it'll make it better."

Dan continued to thrust his cock in and out, in and out as he scrawled "dumb fuck toy" above her left breast. "What's it say," Madison asked.

"It says 'dumb fuck toy' you dumb fuck toy!" Dan sneered.

"Oooh, mmm, yes, I am just a dumb little fucktoy. Use me, Dan, use me!"

"Oooh, good one," Dan said. He picked a spot just under her right breast and wrote just that. "It says use me," he informed Madison.

"Oooh, yes, God, that's fucking hot! I like how it's coming from me, like - use me, fuck me! Humiliate and degrade me! Slap me! Cum in me!" Madison was getting exceptionally aroused now.

"Here," Dan said. He quickly wrote "slut" in huge letters about six inches tall right across her stomach. "Slut, and you can't cover it up with that flimsy top you had on earlier!"

"Ohhhh, fuck yes, make me show it off! I don't want to cover it up! I want everyone to know what I am!"

"And what are you?"

"I'm a dumb fuck toy! A slut! A cum dumpster! Ohhhh, yes!"

"Fuck me," Dan said after he pulled out briefly to write the letters just above her pussy.

"Ohhhh, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me like the slut I am! Ohhh!" Madison moaned loudly.

"Madison, ohh! You slut! You get off on being degraded, don't you, slut!"

"Yes, I fucking need it! Hurry, please, write something on my face - so I can't hide it, please, I'm about to cum!"

Dan held Madison's forehead down as he pounded her relentlessly. As he did so, he scrawled "cum" on the right side of her face, or his left as he looked at her. He then quickly wrote out "slut" on the opposite cheek, so that her face read "cumslut."

"That's it, ohhh! What's it say? Please tell me! I want to know what everyone's going to see when they look at me!"

"They're going to see a cum slut, Madison! You're a cum slut!"

"Ohhhhh, fuck me, fuck me, harder! Fuck me! Fuck I feel like such a whore! I'm a cum slut! Cum slut! Ohhhh!" Madison came hard, her legs shaving violently. She closed her eyes as she came so hard she thought she was going to black out. Her hands gripped Dan's bare sides, and her arms shook as she dug her fingernails into his flesh.

"Don't cum yet, please, don't cum yet!" Madison begged as she regained awareness. She had been lost in an orgasmic trance, barely aware of her own existence as her orgasm shook her entire soul. "I want you to cum all over my face," she said.

Madison grabbed the edge of the bed as she pulled herself forward. When her feet hit the floor, she allowed her knees to buckle underneath her until she was in a kneeling position with Dan's penis directly in front of her face. Madison grabbed it with her right hand, stroking it while she cupped his balls in her left hand. She flicked her tongue seductively across the head of his cock.

"I want you to cum on my face," she said. "Please, please give me that cum. I'm a dirty cum slut and I need your cum all over my face and then I'm going to taste it."

Madison took his cock, balls deep, into her throat once again. Dan slapped her in the face, twice on each side, before she slowly stroked his entire shaft with her lips from the balls to the head. She began stroking again with her right hand as she looked up into his eyes.

"Please, give this cum slut what I need! I crave your cum. I need cum! Please, please!"

Dan had heard enough. He couldn't take anymore, having held out as long as he could in hopes of giving her maximum pleasure, and in hopes of seeing how far he could get her to plumb the depths of her own degradation. He simply couldn't take any more and exploded with a loud grunt all over her face.

"Ohhh, yes!" Madison said with a giggle and a smile. "Mmmmm, that's what this slut needs! Mmmmm!" Madison continued smiling as he shot her in the face over and over again. The first couple of splatters hit her in the forehead, and the next several hit her nose and upper lip area before she wrapped her mouth around his cock, collecting the remainder on her tongue.

Madison briefly spit it out, allowing cum to collect on her chin. It was running down her cheeks and almost into her eyes. Dan had truly shot a heavy load.

"Take a picture," Madison said as she reached into her bag and handed Dan her phone, camera loaded and ready to go. "I want to have something to remember this by." Dan smiled and shook his head in disbelief as he snapped three photos of Madison, first of her smiling on her knees, cum and marker all over her face and more marker on her body. The next picture was a close up of her face, and the third was a picture of her, sitting on the bed, spread eagle, open for all to see, covered in humiliating markings and cum, the plug still protruding from her ass.

Madison took her phone back just long enough to switch the camera to video mode, start recording, and hand it back to Dan. When Dan looked back at her, he saw a smiling slut beginning to scoop the cum off her face, lick it off her fingers, and swallow.

"Mmmmm," she said. "I really like cum on my face. And I love swallowing it."

"Taste good, slut?"

"Mmmhmm," Madison replied. "And swallowing always makes me feel so slutty."

To Dan's amazement, Madison did not object at all as he kept recording her as she began sucking his cock again. "I'm a filthy little cum slut," she told him. "I want more. I'm going to suck until you're ready to go again"

"And then?"

"Well, then - you've had my pussy and my mouth. I want you to take that plug out and put it in my ass." With that, Madison was back on her knees, quickly progressing from a tease of the head of his dick with her tongue to forcing her mouth over his shaft as far as it would go, destroying her throat. Dan wasn't really even trying; Madison was doing it, deepthroating his cock virtually all on her own. She even stopped and looked up at him before slapping herself in the face and continuing again.

Madison was unbelievably horny. She was so horny that she wanted to be destroyed in every way possible. She wanted the humiliation, the degradation, the exposure. She even wanted a little pain. And most of all, she wanted the explosive orgasm that she knew would only come if she sank to previously unexplored depths of depravity.

"I fucking love sucking cock," Madison said. "I'm such a cheap little shown off, filthy cum whore." And she meant every word. She stood up, falling backwards onto the bed, and raised her legs in the air as she pulled the plug out of her ass. "I just wanted to get it nice and spread open for you. Put it in my ass, Dan. Take my ass. Hard. Make it hurt."

Dan did not have to be told twice. He shoved his hard cock directly up Madison's backdoor as she grabbed her ankles with her hands, spreading his ass for him.

"You like showing that body off, don't you, slut?"

"Yes, I - I love showing off my slutty little fucking body, I love - I love dressing like a whore in class! I love showing it to everyone! I love feeling exposed!"

"You want to be exposed, you little slut?"

"Yes! Dan! Please, I want to be exposed! And not just in class! Everywhere! I want to be shown off - ohhhhh, fuck! I want to show everyone! I want to be looked at like a stupid little bimbo slut! Yes! Ohhhhh I want to be exposed! I want everyone to see me - all of me!"

"You want everyone to see you, exposed, like a little slut? Is that what you want?"

"Yes, ohhhh, that's exactly - that's what I want! To be exposed like a dirty little slut!"

Madison's head began to drift off into a land of fantasy. She closed her eyes as she held her legs in the air, accepting the anal pounding that Dan was giving to her. The plug had loosened her ass in such a way that it was not all that difficult to take, but she could feel her body tense up with each thrust into her ass, only to relax again each time Dan's cock mostly exited her back door.

"Fuck yes, expose me!" Madison shouted in her fantasy. "Expose me, Dan! More than I already am!"

"And how exposed are you already, slut?"

Back in reality, Madison heard herself aid both the reality of being anally fucked and her erotic fantasy. "Dan, I - Dan, oh, yes! Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass while I tell you what a dirty girl I am!"

"How dirty of a girl are you, slut?"

"Can - can you keep another secret?" Madison asked in her fantasy.

"Yes, tell me, slut. Tell me now!" Dan said in her fantasy.

"I'm a dirty little fucking exposed, shown off slut, and I love showing my body off to everyone!" Madison said out loud. If Dan only knew what she meant.

"Fuck," Madison thought quickly to herself. How she wanted to shout in his face that her naked photos and videos were plastered on several open sites! Oh, if he only knew that she had begged to be exposed and s ad around and ruined! Madison, as aroused as she was, was actually toying with the idea of blurting it out! God, she would cum harder than ever! But she would risk him telling half the campus! Or her friends! Oh, what to do?

"I'm an exposed webslut! I'm - ohhhh, I'm - I've posed nude and my pictures are all over the internet! And videos! With my real name and everything! Oh, God, I'm such an exposed little whore! I want you to know! I want you to know how nasty I really am! I want you to know I'm just a worthless three holed slut who loves being shown off to everyone! Ohhhh!" Madison imagined that she told Dan everything as she felt an orgasm building.

Madison shook violently as Dan plunged his cock into her ass. Her eyes were still closed as she rocked her body back and forth. She could feel Dan pull out of her ass and shoot his load all over her cunt, all over her stomach as she endured an orgasm that paralyzed her from head to toe.

"Ohhh, Dan, cover me in your cum!" Madison begged, back in reality. "Cover me and take a picture!" Dan wasted no time doing as he was asked, as Madison smiled, the writing on her body glistening under a fresh coat of sweat and cum.

"God, that was fucking hot!" Madison said as Dan crawled onto the bed next to her. Neither one touched the other. They were both exhausted, sweaty, and pleased. Madison's Head swirled. She had come so close to completely humiliating herself! She had been so aroused - so ready to admit the truth about herself,, and about her online adventures, to someone she knew from school! To someone who could literally take her ruination to the next level, to make it reality!

Not long after, Madison and Dan exchanged numbers and Madison left. She walked back to her apartment without bothering to wash the writing off of her body. Dan had offered to walk her back, but after an afternoon as intense as the one she had just had, she really didn't feel like making awkward conversation while she made small talk with the classmate she had just hooked up with - and not only hooked up with, but engaged in raw, a****listic, degrading sex with!

Madison had to admit she even felt a little used as she walked back to her apartment. She just hadn't ever done anything quite like that before - well, sure, she had hooked up with a couple guys from school before. But she had never invited one of them to slap her face while she sucked his cock, and she had never allowed herself - no, invited herself - to be degraded and used. She had never quite acted like that much of a slut in front of a classmate.

Madison trembled a bit as she walked, using the cardigan to cover the not-so-subtle additions to her degrading scrawling's. "God, that was close," she thought. "I can't believe I almost told him - everything!" Madison began to worry that it was only a matter of time before she got so caught up in a tryst that she blurted out the reality of the depths of her sluthood, humiliating herself completely in a way that she could not reverse.

Is that what she wanted? She wondered if she really craved that sort of humiliation, to be recognized around campus as he girl who exposed herself online for all to see. The thought was definitely arousing, but was her sensible side enough to overcome her perverted craving? Madison was actually a little scared of what the answer might be.

Of course, Madison sent her blackmailer the video she made before and during class as soon she returned to her apartment. She then masturbated to another intense orgasm during which, once again, she seriously considered telling Dan (by text this time) that she was naked and exposed online, but once again, she came before she could bring herself to actually do it.

Dan sent Madison the short video and the few pictures he had taken that night. Madison told her that she wanted copies, but also told him to keep them. He was legitimately surprised that she was okay with him keeping them, telling her that they were humiliating and that she would be embarrassed if anyone she knew ever saw them, even by accident on his phone.

"Yes, I want you to keep them," she texted him.

"Are you sure? I mean that was a little intense. And degrading," he texted back.

"I know. I like knowing that you have them."

"Why?"

"Because. I like knowing that you can look at me whenever you want and I like knowing that someone else could see them."

"Is that something that you want? Other people seeing them?"

"It depends. It's a hot fantasy but in reality I would do quite a lot to keep you from showing them to the wrong person."

The conversation ended here for the night. "Does she mean - what would she do, exactly?" Dan wondered. "Who is the wrong person? And - does this mean she likes the idea of being forced to do things to keep these away from people?" Dan wondered. Based on everything he had seen so far that day, he thought she might like it. But, he was also afraid he would be crossing a line and pissing her off, and he was worried that would abruptly end their communication at best, and get him into serious trouble at worst.

In the end, Dan decided to drop it and merely fantasize about it. That worked until they saw each other in class a mere days later.

"Hi there," Madison said as she walked in.

"Hi," said Dan, smiling. "What's going on?"

"Just the usual," she replied with a smile.

Madison sat through most of the class worried that Dan had told someone about their tryst, about the words written on her body, and about the humiliating acts she had so willingly performed for him. Of course, she also knew that he had pictures and videos of her acting like a complete whore in his bedroom. However, she seemed to make it through class without anybody giving her any weird looks or making any comments.

"Whew," she thought as class went on. "Maybe he didn't tell anybody about anything." Her outfit that day was only mildly slutty, with just under two inches of her midriff exposed and none of her cleavage Her shorts were short but not ultra-short. This, she knew, might also contribute to her ability to blend into he class.

She kept looking at Dan, though, and every once in a while he would steal glances at her as well. Nothing happened, though. But as they were walking out of class, she sent Dan a text which was nothing more than a picture of her with the words "filthy cum whore" written on her stomach. "Under my shirt today" she texted him.

"Wow, that's hot. Too bad I have to work right now or I would be all over you."

"Yes that's way too bad :(" Madison texted back. She didn't hear anything from him for a few hours.

"I was watching the video we made. You really are a filthy cum whore," he said that evening.

"Thank you. I liked doing it. And now you can use that in other ways," she hinted.

"Like what?"

"Figure it out." She said.

"Like, I get the sense that you want me to show it to somebody or something like that. Is that why you keep saying you want to be shown off?"

"Please don't do that! Please, I can't have anyone I know finding out about this. Believe me, I would do anything to keep you from showing these to anyone."

"People you know?" He replied. "What about people you don't?" He was starting to get the sense that maybe she would rather be shown off to strangers.

"Like who?"

"Like random people online?"

"Please, Dan, oh my god! I can't have those online! I would be mortified! Please, you can't!" Madison feigned innocence as she teased him.

"Oh come on, you know you want to be shown off, you little slut!"

"I know I do, but please, don't! Not like this!"

"Then how?"

"I would do a lot of things to keep you from showing anyone at all, online or not. As in, for example, if you were to tell me to come over and suck your cock or you were going to show the pictures you took to people in our class..."

"Isn't that harassment or something? It seems a little dangerous. And hypothetically, if I said, that, what would you say?"

"It's only harassment if it's unwanted. And I would say two things. Hypothetically, I would beg you not to show them and ask you when you would like your cock sucked. And realistically, if you're going to blackmail someone, you don't ask for their permission first, you just do it. And before you chicken out, just know that I sort of like the idea. So if you are hypothetically thinking about doing something like this, just do it, but maybe make it a surprise or something."

The phones went silent at that point. Dan couldn't believe what Madison was telling him - she wanted it! He at last knew that. And Madison couldn't believe that she was actually encouraging Dan to kick their experience together up a notch. She wondered if he had the balls to actually do anything about it.

Madison didn't have to wait all that long. In fact, later that week, she arrived in class wearing a mid-thigh skirt with no parties, as Dan had instructed her to do or risk her pictures being sent to several members of their class. He had even shown her text messages that he was ready to send to their classmates if she did not comply.

And Madison, completely, ridiculously aroused but wanting her endeavors to continue into the future rather than actually be exposed to the rest of her class, sat down in her usual seat next to Dan, turned toward him, and slightly spread her legs, giving him an unhindered view up her skirt, allowing him to see her pussy as well as the word "whore" which she had written just above it in tiny letters.

If only that had not been their last class session of the year. It is difficult to tell what Dan would have made her do next. Madison was set to graduate in less than a week, but she had informed Dan that she would be returning in the fall to work on post-graduate education in hopes of obtaining a masters degree on her way to becoming a licensed educator.

Madison masturbated that afternoon. She came hard thinking of Dan and all the ways she had opened herself up to him, both literally and figuratively. And she thought, as well, of her online blackmailer, and wondered what her next task would be. Whatever it was, she was ready for more.