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   Webslut Madison Ch.  21

   Madison continues her trip with Dan.

   Madison woke the next morning and slipped into the bathroom to take a
shower.  She washed her hair, and as she did, she thought of the events of
the day before.  As she knew, she was really going to get a reputation, it
was just a matter of how long it was going to take for her life to come
crashing down.  And she had resolved herself, finally, to wait for than
moment and it's eventual cocktail of sickening paranoia and orgasmic bliss,
and enjoy each step along the way.

   Soon Dan appeared outside the shower.  "Here," he said, holding a bottle
of rubbing alcohol.  "It'll take the marker off your stomach."

   She looked at him as if to suggest she wasn't sure - of course, she was
sure it would work, otherwise he wouldn't have given it to her - but why
did he want to take it off?  Didn't he want to expose her, humiliate her?

   "I just need a fresh canvas for today, if you know what I mean," he said
reassuringly.

   Madison looked at him.  Her look of concern turned to a smile.  She took
the bottle and started to dab it on her body with a washcloth.

   "I'm going to go set out some clothes for you," he said, and walked out.

   When Madison finished her shower and dried her hair, she stepped out of
the bathroom in a towel and found the outfit Dan had promised.  It
consisted of a denim skirt and a cream-colored cable-knit top.  She smiled
when she saw the outfit.  Instantly she knew that it was questionable as to
whether the skirt was long enough to cover her ass, and the top was cropped
quite short.  In fact, when she picked up the garment, letting her towel
fall to the floor, she noticed that the tag said "bralette" - although
obviously it was designed to be worn more as a very short crop top than a
bra.

   Madison put the skirt on first.  She knew she wasn't going to be allowed
panties, and the prospect of the hem of the skirt just a couple inches
below her throbbing pussy certainly excited her.  She had a feeling it
wasn't if someone would see her pussy today - the question was really how
many would see it.  It also sat low on her hips, a throwback to the late
1990s when low, hip-hugging skirts were the rule rather than the exception.

   Madison put on the top.  It didn't cover much.  In addition to barely
being long enough to cover her tits, it was also low-cut and showed off a
generous portion of her cleavage.  She smiled as she realized Dan had
bought it a size too small, and she wondered if it was intentional.  "You
know what?  I should buy all my clothes a size smaller," she thought to
herself with a grin.

   The straps of the top were thin, but she wouldn't have considered them
spaghetti straps.  The back was more or less a knot where the sides came
together and the straps rose above her shoulders and fell down her back.  A
lot of skin was exposed back there.

   Madison looked in the mirror and smiled.  She shook her hips, watching
as her belly ring dangled with each movement, begging for attention on
behalf of the rest of her body.  "I really am going to look like a slut
today," she said to Dan."

   "Yes, you are."

   "I like it.  And before long I'm going to dress like this every day,
right?"

   Dan smiled at her.  He instructed her to go to the window and expose
herself as much as she liked while he took a shower.

   While he was in the shower, Madison stroller casually to the window. 
She lifted up her shirt, flashing her tits.  It seemed that nobody was
really outside in a position to watch, but she pressed her breasts up to
her glass just in case.

   Soon enough, a woman in the parking lot looked up and saw her.  Madison
felt a rush of excitement.  "Ohhh, that's it baby, look at my filthy tits!"
She said, even though the woman obviously could not hear her.  Madison
reached for her skirt, lifting it up until her pussy was on display, and
began to softly stroked it as she closed her eyes.  "Mmmmm," she moaned. 
"I'm such a nasty little slut.  Oh, that's it, take my picture!  Take it
and show everyone, I'll be your nasty little pussy licking cunt!"

   Madison reached her hand up and slapped her right breast.  "Ohhh!" She
moaned.  She slapped it again, harder this time.  "Fucking hurt me," she
begged.  "Show everyone I'm just a stupid little whore who wants and
deserves to be shown off and humiliated!"

   ""Did you say something?" Dan asked from behind her as he stepped out of
the bathroom.

   "What?" Madison said, jumping back, surprised.  "Short shower!" She
still held her shirt up with one hand and her skirt with the other, having
been caught by surprise.

   "Fuck.  You really are insatiable, aren't you?" He asked her.

   "What?  Oh!" Madison said, realizing he knew what she had been up to in
his absence.  She dropped her skirt and began to lower her top to cover her
breasts.

   "Oh, no you don't!" He commanded.  "Her back over there, you whore.  Was
someone watching you?" Dan moved closer and saw the woman, still there,
gazing up at the exhibitionist on the other side of the glass.  Madison
moved closer to the window and Dan tugged up on her skirt, displaying her
pussy just as the woman took her phone out and snapped a picture.

   "Here.  Hold this up and smile.  Shirt too.  Until I get back." Madison
obediently took the fabric in her hand and held it, and pulled her top up,
exposing herself unabashedly and smiling as the woman looked on, snapping
another picture.

   "I hope you meant everything you said last night," Dan said, returning
with the marker.

   "I did," Madison said, sighing.

   "Good.  Now turn around." Madison complied, and watched with a look of
horror and delight all at once, as Dan began marking her stomach.

   It wasn't just her stomach, actually.  He started so high up it was
almost her chest - it was just below the bottom hem of her too-small shirt.
And there, in big letters, he wrote "webslut" until it covered her upper
midriff from left to right in three-inch letters.  And then, starting under
those letters, he spelled out her name, "Madison," in a similar fashion,
until the exposed skin above her bellybutton was covered.

   "Who are you?" Dan asked her.  It took Madison a moment to realize he
had taken out his phone and was filming her.

   "I - I'm Webslut Madison," she replied.

   "And what's your name?  Your full name?"

   "It- it's Madison Holt."

   "And what are you going to do today?"

   "I'm- I like - I'm going to get humiliated, and degraded, and exposed."

   "And what else?"

   "I guess I'm going to go out and like - get some attention, build up my
fan base."

   "And then?"

   "And then hopefully I'm going to get my life ruined so I can never take
it back."

   Dan inched closer to her, pressing the marker up against her skin below
her navel.  Soon the words on her lower stomach read "google me." The
letters were a little smaller, but equally horrifying and arousing to her.

   "And what do you want people to do when they see you today?" He asked.

   "Google my name.  I mean, google - like - Webslut Madison - and find all
the nasty shit about me."

   "And then?"

   "And then tell their friends, repost me, ruin me until this is all I
am."

   Dan took the marker and wrote just below his last line, again in
slightly smaller letters: "tell all your friends." Madison buried her face
in her hands as she saw this.  "Oh my God, I can't believe you, Dan."

   "If you can't believe me now, wait until you start school again next
semester."

   "I don't - I don't think I can."

   "Don't think you can what, slut?"

   "Wait." She looked at the camera and smiled.

   Dan touched her, turning her around.  He continued with the marker, this
time on her back.  "Expose me," he wrote.  Then "ruin my life." And then
finally, "Madison Holt." He slowly read the words aloud to her, sending a
shiver down her spine as she realized she was going out to show off in
front of countless people, the writing on her body begging them to make a
travesty of her.

   "Bend over," he said.  She did, her pussy helplessly exposed for the
camera the instant her shoulders reached ass level.  He reached forward,
softly stroking her pussy.

   "See how swollen and wet she is?" He pushed a finger inside and she
moaned, but he pulled it out, and it came out glistening and moist, a trail
of her juices spanning several inches connecting her cunt with his finger
until it fell onto her leg.  "This is your proof the slut really wants it,
so don't hold back.  Find her friends.  Tell them what a whore she is. 
Turn her into a complete disappointment.  The slut needs it."

   Madison turned around and smiled.  "I do need it," she said.  "I - I
want it.  Now."

   Dan flipped off the camera.  He took her hand and led her from the hotel
room, barely giving her time to adjust her skirt, and she didn't even get a
chance to cover her tits until she had reached the hallway.  "It's go
time," he said.

   It wasn't long before they parked the car near a busy boardwalk next to
a shopping center and restaurants.  Madison shook with delight as she
stepped out of the car, instinctively draping her hand across her stomach,
as if that would help her predicament.

   Dan walked around the car, locked it, and slapped her hand away.  "No
covering up, slut.  Your purpose is to show off.  Advance your ruination a
notch.  Practice for what happens soon, back at school."

   "Oh - and - I mean - what happens then?"

   "Everyone finds out how much of a desperate, wanton, eager little
Webslut you are.  It's your coming out moment, so to speak.  No more normal
clothes.  No more hiding who you are." Madison smiled and nodded, biting
her lip.  She was too turned on to turn back.

   "And how much of an eager participant in this I really am?" She asked
with a smile.

   "You know - you're not wrong.  Really, you have only yourself to blame
when you get what you crave so badly."

   They walked to the street, and Madison instantly felt eyes on her. 
There were dozens of people, most pointing and staring, some pulling out
their phones.  The ones that weren't taking pictures?  Madison had to
wonder to herself if they were discovering the trove of nasty videos she
had been making.  She smiled and waved at a group of guys giving her a
thumbs up, then met walking.

   "Here," Dan said.  "Lean on this railing." It was a beautiful scene,
with water in the background, and the weather was truly perfect.  "Smile,"
he said.  She did, and he took a picture.

   "Now raise a leg," he said.

   "What?"

   "Just put your foot there on that bottom rung of that railing."

   "Dan!  My - my pussy!"

   "What about it?"

   "My pussy - it's going to be out!  Like, anyone could see me!  Look!"
Dan turned around to see at least a dozen people staring at her, ogling her
body, reading her inscription.  In that moment, despite all appearances,
Madison was starting to worry a little - it wasn't that people would see
her, rather, it was the public nature of it that she was worried about. 
"Is this going to get me in trouble?" She wondered.

   He laughed.  "She wants her life ruined for being a slut but she's
worried about a few random people seeing her pussy?  How cute," he thought.
Then he slowly approached her.

   "Look," he whispered sternly.  "You lift your foot now, or I am dragging
you behind the nearest dumpster and slapping you until you cry.  And that
first picture I just took - the one where you are 'covered' - is getting
tagged on every social media account you have.  I'm not playing anymore."

   Madison's pussy throbbed at the thought - not only of the slapping but
also of her exposure as "Webslut Madison" across all her social media
profiles.  For a moment, she even thought about taking him up on that
offer, but then her thoughts turned to her parents - and how devastated
they would be.  Biting her lip, she slowly raised her foot, feeling her leg
graze against her opposite thigh, needing to feel some sort of sensation a
little higher up.  It wasn't long, though, before she felt a breeze blow
across her moist lips, and she knew her pussy was certainly on display.

   All she could do was smile at the thought as she watched her onlookers,
drinking her in, not believing their eyes.  And just then, Dan snapped
another picture.

   "Turn around, lean over the railing," he said.

   God, she was desperate.  Desperate for anything, to feel the eyes on
her, sure, but also to be taken, used, destroyed.  She needed a hand around
her throat, another sternly stringing her soft, feminine face, bruising
her, marking her as trash.  She was desperate for someone to approach from
behind and bury a cock inside of her holes, and she was desperate for a
slap on her tits and a painful set of clamps gripping her nipples.

   Madison tried to brush these thoughts aside as she slowly turned,
leaning on the railing, and bent forward.  The result was as she expected -
her skirt rode up, and she spread her legs, knowing full well her nearly
shaven pussy and the bottom of her ass were being ogled.

   "Good," he said.  "Now turn around and show me your tits."

   "You mean, show them?" She said, laughing nervously.

   "Whatever, just do it."

   Madison was so desperate she didn't know if she could - at least, not
without touching herself.  But she turned around, lifted her shirt up, and
smiled.  God, there were at least twenty people staring now, she could see
them.  She would have made eye contact except they weren't looking at her
eyes.  Desperate and unable to control herself, she quickly slapped herself
in the face, then slapped her right breast, and then - then, she lifted her
skirt and softly stroked her cunt.

   "Yes, ohhh, fuck yes," she moaned softly, watching as her two dozen or
so onlookers watched her pleasure herself.  The smile that had adorned her
face moments ago was gone, and in its place was the look of a desperate,
exposed, and incredibly turned on dumb slut who wanted nothing more than
the people - the strangers - looking at her to use her in the worst way
imaginable.

   Dan quickly snapped a picture before looking around, observing just how
much attention she was getting and how much she was loving it.  He even saw
a few of them taking pictures of their own.  Smiling, he walked up to her
and took her hand - the one touching her pussy - and tugged her skirt back
down.  "Okay, come on," he told her.  She looked at him, a little
disappointed that he didn't just let her stand there and give herself what
she really wanted, but she allowed herself to be led away from the spot
where she had been standing.

   She didn't make it far, though, and she was still trying to put her tits
away, when Dan whispered in her ear.  "You realize you just gave them your
name - it's written on your back."

   Madison immediately was overcome with arousal.  "Fuck!" She thought.  "I
just showed all those people my tits, my pussy - and they know I'm Madison
Holt - I hope they ruin me, find my social media, God, I can't help it!"
She tore herself away from Dan and walked up to the nearest member of the
group watching her.

   "Here.  Take a picture.  You like this?" She teased, pulling her shirt
up again.  The man whipped his phone out and did what she had suggested. 
"That's it.  I'm Webslut Madison.  Madison Holt is my real name.  Google
me. I have a bunch of nasty videos online.  Spread them around.  Make me
famous."

   "Wow, you really are a nasty little slut..."

   "Thanks," she said, blushing.  "Umm - come on, grab my tits.  I want
it." The man reached out, not shy at all about groping her right there, her
audience looking on.

   "Ohhhhhh!" She moaned.  He gave her left breast a good squeeze, then a
jiggle, then a slap.  "Mmmm!" Soon, another man was right there, grabbing
at her right breast.

   "Ohhhh!  Seriously, I - I need you to go - look at - watch all the nasty
shit I've done - tell your friends - make me famous - tell my friends I'm a
whore - I need to be exposed - I need this!"

   The man just grinned an evil grin as he groped her.  She just kept on
talking.

   "I'm a dirty little fucking slut," she said.  "Seriously.  Tell all your
friends.  Madison Holt, ohhhh - make Madison Holt famous!"

   "Such a pretty girl, why would you want this?  You're asking to be
really fucked up, you know?" One of the men asked.

   "Because it turns me on," she said, smiling.

   "Okay, okay, they get the idea, come on, before the cops show up or
something!" Dan said, pulling her away.  They quickly left, men continuing
to take photos and videos of her as she pulled on her shirt, concealing her
breasts finally, and pulled her skirt down a little to ensure her pussy was
covered as well.

   "God, that was - shit, what if they do it?  What if they really find my
friends and tell them everything?  Send them links, send them the videos?"
Madison mumbled to Dan.  Now that the moment had somewhat passed, rational
thoughts were invading her brain again.

   "Madison, you know it's just a matter of time, right?"

   "I know," she said, a little dejected.  She looked down in partial
disgust, observing the writing on her body.  She barely noticed the awkward
stares she was receiving as they walked back toward the town with its shops
and restaurants.  "My parents are going to be so disappointed."

   "Why?" She asked.  Madison didn't even know Dan had started filming her
again as she spoke.

   "Because I'm their little angel," she said.  "I was raised better.  I
really was.  They were great parents, and I'm humiliating them too, by
turning myself into - I mean - into THIS." She looked up at him and finally
saw that he was recording.

   "And what would you say to them - I mean - what will you say to them -
when they find out?"

   "I'd tell them it's all true.  I can't hide it.  I'm a dumb, disgusting,
worthless little slut.  I take cock from strangers and show my body as much
as I can.  I dress like a tramp and degrade myself and fuck my own throat
and slap my own face and beg to be exposed and ruined.  I wanted it and I
liked it.  And I guess I'd say I'm sorry."

   "Tell them.  They'll eventually see this, you know?"

   "I'm sorry, mom and dad," she said, pouting.  "I'm sorry your little
girl turned into a such a slut.  I'm sorry I - sorry for all the shame I
caused." She really sounded forlorn and dejected as she spoke, but then she
looked right at the camera.  "I'm sorry I let it get this far - let myself
get humiliated and exposed like this.  And I'm sorry I'm a whore." As she
said these lines, she actually started to smile, as if she was not sorry at
all.

   "Okay," Dan said, still recording.  "You ready to get that prefect face
slapped and trashed?"

   "I'm ready," she said, smiling wide.

   "Ready to get exposed until there's no going back?"

   "I've been ready," she said, laughing.

   Dan led her down a busy street, full of cute shops and people dining on
the patios of restaurants.  Madison felt like a star as men ogled her and
women mostly gave her disgusting looks.  "You are not googling that!" She
heard one woman say to her male companion, and she could only hope that he
would remember her name and look her up later.  She was on display, barely
clothed, writing all over her body, begging for attention.

   "Hey, you're the girl!  I saw you earlier!" She heard a man exclaim from
her left.  She turned to look, and she and Dan both stopped in their
tracks, which he took to be an invitation to approach.

   "Yeah, I - I - wow," he began, a little unsure how to conduct himself.
He was a little older, probably in his late forties, with graying hair, and
he was thin and average height.  "You know - when you search for Webslut
Madison -" he began, holding up his phone.  She smiled a big wide smile at
him, her pussy throbbing in anticipation.

   "I mean - all those videos, wow.  You're -" he went on.

   "A slut?" She asked, finishing his sentence.

   "Yeah, you're a -"

   "Slut," she said again.  "I'm a slut.  You can say it."

   "You're a slut," he said, getting closer.  He was standing a couple feet
from her, and she thought he must have had a couple beers with his lunch.

   "So did you like it?  The videos?"

   "Fuck, that was awesome!" He said.  "You're really that much of a slut.
You really like it!" He said, surprised.

   Madison smiled.  "I love it," she said, correcting him.  "I need it.  I
guess I'm just a dirty girl."

   "Yes you are!"

   "So did you have a favorite?"

   "A what?"

   "A favorite video?"

   "Wow, I don't know, so many to choose from.  The one where you got
gangbanged?  The one where you tried to destroy your throat, all the ones
begging for your life to be ruined...wow.  I think my favorites, though,
are the ones where you slap yourself in the face.  It's just so..."

   "Humiliating?" She asked.

   "Yeah, I just - I can't believe a hot young girl would - you know - put
yourself through that.  Would do that, voluntarily, and - and want that,
you know?  I mean, I can't believe you would want any of it, but..." he
trailed off.

   Suddenly Dan jumped in.  "Hey, I have an idea," he said.  "Would you be
interested in doing a video with her?"

   "Well - I mean - maybe - I mean - what kind of video?" He asked.

   "One where you slap her face until she cries," Dan said.  "We'll go down
that alley, I'll start the camera rolling, Madison - the slut - she'll do
an intro where she'll spell out what's about to happen and then you just
slap her until you've had enough."

   The stranger turned to look at Madison, as if he needed her approval. 
She sensed immediately that was the case, and chimed in, nodding.  "And
talk dirty to me.  Call me a piece of shit whore.  Make me say it back to
you.  I want to beg to feel the sting of your hand on my face."

   "You guys are serious?"

   "Let's go," Dan said, pointing to the alley.  The stranger seemed to be
convinced.  Moments later, the trio stood behind a dumpster in the alley,
Dan started filming, and Madison was talking.

   "Hi, umm - this is your favorite little Webslut, Madison Holt, and I'm
here today because I met a fan - a stranger - and I - I like - I'm getting
spread around the internet now, and I'm actually walking around a busy town
today with this written all over me." She paused as Dan zoomed in on the
letters on her body.

   "I just fucking love the attention, the exposure, mmmm," she moaned. 
"And how does it make me feel?  Like a used up dumb slut.  Worthless.  And
all of the sudden I needed to be - umm" she loses and took a deep breath
and exhaled.  "God, this makes me so turned on.  But I need to be slapped.
I want it.  I want to cry.  I want ruined.  I want it to hurt." She lifted
up her skirt and softly stroked her pussy, moaning a little.

   "Tell her to beg for it," Dan whispered into the strangers ear.

   "Are you going to beg for it?" The stranger asked her.

   "Yes - I'll beg for it, because that's how much I need this.  But I
think you need to be a little rougher on me.  Don't ask me.  Tell me.  I
want to feel you disrespect me every time you open your mouth.  How do you
talk to a slut like me?"

   "Fine, then.  Beg for it, you nasty slut," he said.  "Tell me what you
need!"

   "Mmmm, yes, sir.  Much better.  So I'm Madison Holt, like I said, and
I'm begging, just begging, please - please slap my face.  I need it, I -"

   The stranger raised his hand and smacked her across the lips.  It wasn't
a hard slap, perhaps it was more playful than anything, but it left her
wanting more.

   "Thank you sir, just -" she began as he raised his hand again.

   "Just what?" He said, lowering his hand a little.

   "Just please - hit me harder," she said, looking at the ground.

   "Yeah, she wants you to take control," Dan said, interjecting.  "Squeeze
her pretty little face and grab her and let her have it.  She's a big girl,
she knows what she wants."

   "Hit you harder?" He asked.  He reached forward, softly brushing her
face with his hand.

   "Yes, sir, hit me.  I crave it, sir.  Take control, like he said, it
needs to hurt to turn me on."

   He slapped her a good bit harder on her left cheek, eliciting s soft
moan from the slut on the receiving end.

   "Here, like in the videos," she said.  "Let me show you." Madison raised
her right hand and slapped herself, three incredibly hard slaps to her
right cheek.  "Mmmm, like that," she said, her face turning pink.

   "Like that?"

   "Yeah.  Fucking slap me," she said, smiling.  "I'm a whore.  I deserve
it."

   "Your parents must be fucking proud," he remarked with a smirk as he
reached out and squeezed her face, holding her chin in his palm.

   "So proud.  And when they see this they're going to be devastated.  So
fucking hit me and help me devastate them."

   He reached his hand back and gave her a good hard slap to her left
cheek.

   "Mmmm, much better.  That's how you treat a cunt like me."

   "You like that, slut?  You like strangers degrading you and slapping
your face?" He asked rhetorically, and then struck her hard again.

   Madison sniffled and nodded.  "Yes, sir," she said softly.

   "You worthless nasty whore!" He said.  This time he hit her three times,
and even harder.

   "Show them how much you like that," he said, pointing at the camera.

   "Mmmmm, I love it," she said, looking at Dan, holding the phone.  "I
need it, please, give me more!" She smiled at the camera.  "See?" She said,
smiling happily.  "I love getting slapped by strangers.  It turns me on. 
Now hit me harder."

   The stranger whispered something in Dan's ear, and Dan nodded.  Then the
stranger suddenly pushed Madison up against the dumpster, grabbed her hair
and forced her to her knees.

   "You filthy fucking cunt!" He said.  Now that she was on her knees, his
angle was much better, and he began slapping her even harder than before.
Three quick, hard slaps fell across her face.

   "Ohh, fuck," she moaned softly.  He grabbed her hair and slapped her
with full force, causing her eyes to well up with tears.  She sniffled.

   "More?" He asked.  She just sniffled again and nodded.

   The stranger grasped her hair close to her head, clenching it tightly in
his fist.  "You piece of shit nasty slut!" He practically screamed as he
hit her again.  "Take it, you pathetic bitch!  You asked for it, begged for
it, didn't you?" Madison nodded again.

   "Do you like this?  Huh?  Does this turn you on?  Does this get your
little slut pussy off?" He continued to slap her as hard as ever as he
rhetorically degraded her.  Madison's face was bright pink, and tears began
to run down her face, but she nodded, and other than sniffling, she
remained silent.

   "You're just a dirty little cock sleeve, aren't you?  Tell me, how many
men have had their dicks inside that nice young cunt of yours?  (Slap) Tell
me!  (Slap) You probably parade it around and (slap) let anybody that wants
you have a piece, huh?"

   "I don't know," Madison mumbled through her tears.

   "What was that?"

   "I don't know how many guys I've fucked."

   "Lost count?" He asked.  He slapped her again.

   "Owww, owww!" She softly moaned, crying, as the slaps rained down on her
face.  "Please, please!"

   "Had enough, slut?" He asked, laughing.

   Madison looked up as he stopped his torrent of abuse.  Her makeup was
destroyed by the tears drenching her face, and she looked like a sight for
sore eyes.  "No," she said softly.  "I was saying please, more."

   "Tell me what you are," he said.

   "I'm a whore for abuse," she said.  "And this makes me so fucking wet."
She pushed two fingers into her pussy and pulled them out, showing the man.
"See?"

   "You fucking nasty ass skank!" He said.  Now he hooked his thumb into
her mouth on the right and slapped her on the left.  A fresh set of tears
flowed from her eyes as the slaps continued.

   "You like this, don't you?" (Slap)

   "Mmmhmmm!" (Slap)

   "You like being shown off all over the internet, huh?" (Slap) "You want
your reputation ruined?  (Slap) You want to be (slap) famous (slap) for
(slap) being (slap) a slut?  (Slap)

   "Yes, sir!  Don't stop!" She managed to say between her tears and
sniffles.

   "You want your friends to know all about you, don't you, slut?" (Slap)

   "Mmmhmm!"

   "And your family (slap) too?" (Slap)

   "Ohhh, god, yes!" She half-cried.  "I just want to be ruined and
destroyed!"

   The stranger looked around.  Thankfully, nobody had wandered down the
alley in quite a while.  He quickly lifted up her shirt and gave her
breasts a squeeze.

   "Do you want to slap them too?" She cried.  "Because you can.  Because
I'm a whore."

   "No, no, sweetie.  I just want to pinch them," he said.  And with that,
he clamped down hard on her nipples with his thumb and forefinger of each
hand, squeezing harshly, and then twisted.  "I watched the videos,
remember? I know what you like!"

   "Ohhhh, oh God, ohhhh, owww owwww!" He recoiled, pulling away.

   "I said ouch.  I didn't say stop," she said.  She sat back on her ass,
forgetting to close her legs, inadvertently exposing her pussy in the
process.

   "Wow.  What a nasty piece of trash you found, huh?" He remarked to Dan.

   "Do you, um -" Madison asked.

   "Do I what?"

   "Do you want to fuck me?  I mean, I'll - we could even do it right here,
I -"

   "Shit, this does turn you on!  I'm not going to fuck you though," said
the stranger.  "Partly because I don't like sticking my dick in some skank
that is in her early twenties and is such a slut she can't keep track of
how many cocks she's had.  And partly because I don't want to give you a
chance to cum.  I saw your videos.  I want you to be desperate and really
do something fucked up."

   Madison looked at him, disappointed.  She sat on the ground, leaning
against the dumpster and turned away from the alley, suggestively holding
her skirt up, exposing herself.

   "Are you sure?" She asked.

   "I'm sure.  But - you know what - I'll do something.  How about if I
shoot cum all over your face?"

   Madison's disappointment quickly turned to a smile.  "You'll do that?"
She asked.

   "Yeah, but you've got to leave it there and walk around covered in it,"
he propositioned.  Madison's smile only widened as she eagerly nodded, and
the stranger unzipped his shorts and pulled out his cock, already hard as a
result of the interactions he had been having with the slut in front of
him. "And I'm going to make it quick, before somebody walks by."

   Madison leaned in as the stranger began to furiously stroke his cock. 
She sat up, waiting for her next dose of humiliation.

   "Beg for it, slut," the stranger said.

   Madison smiled.  "Please, sir, I want you to cum all over my face. 
Please, please give me your cum.  I want to walk around just drenched in
it!"

   "Ohhhh you nasty fucking slut!" He moaned.

   "That's right, I'm a nasty fucking slut who loves stranger cum on my
face.  Please, I want your cum all over me!"

   "You're going to look like a nasty little whore!"

   "Good.  That's it, show everyone - I'll walk around and show them all
what I'm good for.  Show them how to use me!  Please cum all over my face!"
Madison instinctively reached out and touched his cock, and he backed away
a little, surprised.  "I just want to stroke it for you," she explained
sensually.  "Come on, let this dumb little slut do it for you!" The
stranger moved closer and Madison wrapped her hand around his shaft.

   "Don't lie, you fucking loved this, didn't you?  Slapping me, hurting
me, degrading me?"

   "Ohhhh - yes, yes, I loved it!  God you're such a slut!"

   "Me too.  Now can I have your cum please?  Come on, I need it, I'm
nothing but a nasty little cum slut.  Please please please cum on me!"

   "Ohhhh!  Ohhhh!  Madison!" He moaned.

   "That's it, come on, so close!  Just cum on me, make me wear it, show
everyone how to use a dirty cum doll like me!"

   "Ohhh, I'm cumming!  You fucking cum rag!  Ohhh!"

   Madison moved closer, pressing his cock against her red, swollen cheek
as his cum began to spurt out.  The first shots, always the most powerful,
shot across her face and landed on her forehead.  She closed her eyes and
lowered her head as the next several shots hit her nose, followed by more
cum sputtering out onto her cheeks and chin.  Madison moaned in delight and
smiled, then looked at his cock, stuck her tongue out, and licked the last
little bit off the bottom of his shaft and the head of his penis.

   "Sorry," she said.  "I just needed to lick it - lick it clean, I
couldn't help it." He was already putting it away, zipping his shorts. 
"And thank you, sir," she said.

   "For what?"

   "For slapping my dirty whore face and cumming on me and basically
treating me like dirt.  I like it."

   The stranger smiled and began to turn around when Madison interjected.

   "Hey, want to see me do something really nasty?" She asked.

   The stranger laughed.  "Haven't I seen that already?"

   Madison laughed, then smiled at him seductively.  She slowly scooped a
small amount of the cum off her nose with one finger, held it out to show
him - and the still-rolling camera - and then lifted her skirt up with the
other hand.  Slowly, she brought her cum-covered finger close to her slit,
then pressed it deep inside her pussy, depositing the man's cum inside
before pulling her finger out.

   "Ohhh, god, I feel so stupid for doing that!" She said, moaning at first
and then laughing.  "I know you wouldn't fuck me, but I'm - I just love
stranger cum," she admitted.  "Especially when they slap me and make me
horny."

   "Why?" Asked the stranger.

   "Because - I'm a slut.  Like I'd probably take cum from anybody if they
just - like - if one of these random guys out here came up to me and
slapped me and hurt and humiliated me and told me I was a dumb dirty slut -
like - I'd - probably just let them fuck me."

   "Wow."

   "Yep.  Don't really care who it is, age, skinny, fat, race - any of it.
No condom, bare, raw, fill my pussy up, like I said, I'm a slut."

   "Okay - let's get up Madison," said Dan.  "We have a cum covered face to
show off."

   And with that, Madison said goodbye to the stranger, adjusted her
clothes, and walked down the alley with Dan, returning to the street and
immersing herself in the looks she was getting as some of the people she
passed realized she was not only dressed like a whore and covered in
degrading writing - now she also had a face covered in cum.

   If Madison wasn't getting attention before, she was certainly getting it
now.  Imagine this: you're walking down the street and you see an
attractive girl, a sexy, hot college student in her early twenties, with
barely enough clothing on to cover her breasts and ass.  That in and of
itself would get attention.  Now, imagine she had her internet moniker
scrawled on her upper stomach, and then an instruction to look her up
online, and to tell your friends about her.  And, imagine her full name
written on her body, too.  You'd look, right?  You'd look her up online
too. And you'd certainly tell your friends, both about the girl strutting
up and down the street begging for attention and about the videos she had
posted online.

   Now, to top it all off, imagine her face was slapped pink and covered in
cum.  That is a good picture of what every man and woman saw when they saw
Madison walking down the street, spreading her arms in the air.  She smiled
and waved at folks that stopped in their tracks to gawk at her.  She
couldn't help herself.  She needed it.  She was too turned on to stop.

   "I mean it," she said, laughing and pointing to her stomach as a group
of guys ogled her.  "I'm a slut!" She said to a random guy that seemed to
be trying his best not to take his eyes off her.  And to the guy who looked
like he was stealing sideways glances?  "You can stare at me, you know? 
You don't have to pretend you're not!  Oh, that's it.  Stare at my slutty
fucking body!  I like it." He did, mouth open.  "When a girl dresses this
slutty, trust me, she wants it.  I want it!  I'm completely naked and I
humiliate myself online.  Just google me and you'd know that!"

   "You know, I'm not wearing a bra either," she said to a couple girls
giving her dirty looks.  "Yes, this is real cum on my face.  From a
stranger.  A fucking stranger.  Because I'm a dirty whore!" She looked at
Dan.  "Is it uploaded yet?"

   "Just finished," he said with a smile.

   "Look me up, you'll see how it got there," she said to them.

   "Hi guys," she said with a wave to another group.  "Can you do me a
favor?  Google me, find me online, Webslut Madison.  Spread my pictures
around, tell your friends.  Make me famous and make me regret it, okay?"
And then she just walked down the street to find yet another group to
entertain.

   She walked into a shop.  It was a small, older souvenir shop with high
shelves of merchandise.  Noticing an older, balding man ogling her, she
looked around, then lifted her shirt to expose her perky breasts, gave them
a squeeze, smiled at the man, then pulled her shirt down and left as
quickly as she entered.

   "I think you should take this one step farther," Dan proposed after
Madison had pushed another group of men to find her online presence.

   "Oh, um - what do you have in mind?" Madison asked.  She was excited,
but a tinge of nervousness began to creep in as she wondered what Dan might
suggest.

   "I think you should suck some dick," Dan said with a grin.

   "Oh - okay - I mean - where?  Who?" She asked.

   "We'll find a spot," he said.  "First, we need to find the right guy."

   "The right guy?  I don't know if I like the sound of that," Madison
said, laughing an embarrassed laugh.  "What does that mean?"

   "I want it to be humiliating," said Dan.  "So I'm thinking an older
gentleman, balding, maybe overweight."

   "Oh my god, eww!" Madison said.  She covered her face and laughed.  But
her pussy was already wet thinking about the humiliation she would feel
sucking off such a specimen.

   "So should we go find him?" Dan asked.  Madison just smiled and nodded.

   "So here's the deal.  I find a guy, you suck his dick.  You get no say.
No backing out, no begging me to pick someone else.  Just suck him off like
your job is to follow orders and open your holes for whoever I pick.  Like
you have no control of your body or who uses you.  Got it?"

   Madison nodded in delight and bit her lip.  "I thought that was my job,"
she said seductively.  "I don't want control over who uses me.  I want to
feel like it's not even my body.  And Dan - make it somebody nasty."

   It took a few minutes before Dan located a suitable target.  He was
sitting on a bench eating an ice cream cone, and by the looks of it he was
probably pushing 70 years old.  He was bald except for a few wisps of hair
still clinging to the sides and back of his head, and he must have weighed
well over 300 pounds.  He had a knee brace on, and a pair of blue gym
shorts and a gray T-shirt with the sleeves cut off.

   "He's perfect," said Dan, pointing in his direction.

   "Oh God," Madison said.  She swallowed nervously.  "He's - I mean - he's
really disgusting!"

   "That's why he's perfect," Dan said.  He already started recording her
again.

   "Shit - I - I'm not supposed to want this," she said.

   "Tell everyone watching what you're about to do."

   "Oh, hi," she began.  "Webslut Madison again.  Or Madison Holt if you
want my real name.  I'm - so I - I wanted to - I guess to do something
really nasty today.  Well, I mean - I do a lot of nasty stuff, right?  But
I wanted to be even nastier - and I guess to - to feel like I don't control
my own body, like I have no say in who uses me.  Because to be the kind of
slut I need to be means giving that up."

   "So my friend here picked out a guy, and I'm going to suck his dick. 
Like - I get no say in who it is.  And he picked this guy -" she paused as
Dan moved the camera to show him sitting on the bench.  "Old, fat, bald -
I'm not supposed to want to suck his dick.  And part of me doesn't.  But -
part of me does, because if you know anything about me, you know I love
humiliating myself.  My slutty pussy needs it.  I get off on being
humiliated and degraded."

   "And sucking off random old nasty men?" Dan asked.

   "Yep - I mean - I guess we're going to find out!" Madison turned to walk
toward him, and Dan turned off the camera.  Let her hook him, he thought,
then film the action later.

   "Hi there," Madison said as she sat down next to him.  "Beautiful day!"

   "Sure is," he said.  Out of the corner of her eye she could see him
ogling her, trying not to be noticed.  He looked at her out of the corner
of his eye, as if he didn't want her to know how much he was enjoying it.

   "It's okay to look at me, you know?" She told him.  "Like - look at my
body I mean.  In fact - I kind of like it."

   "Oh, no kidding?" He said, about choking on the last of his ice cream.
He turned his head and looked at her, and she turned to face him better,
putting her left knee against the back of the bench, draping her right leg
across her left foot.  Her pussy was now easily visible up her skirt, and
his eyes immediately darted in between her legs.

   "See?  I don't mind," she said.  She watched as his eyes became fixed on
her cunt, and let his gaze linger for several long seconds before speaking
again.  "Enjoying the view?" She asked.

   The man nodded.  "So what's a pretty girl like you doing dressing up in
that outfit giving away a show?  People would pay good money to see that,
you know?"

   "I don't want money," Madison said, smiling.  "I just - I don't know, I
guess I just like to feel like a slut, I guess."

   "Wh - well, lucky me," he said, laughing.  "But why?" Madison smiled,
thinking that he must be trying to engage her in conversation a little
longer, so he could keep ogling her.

   Madison leaned in close and almost whispered in his ear.  "Because - it
gets me off," she announced.

   "Wow," he said.  "So is that why you have - all that stuff - written on
you?"

   "Oh, that's another story," she said, laughing.  "So I get off on being
humiliated.  Disgraced.  I don't know why but - it's addicting.  I'm all
over the internet, naked, doing nasty shit.  And this is just to basically
advertise myself."

   "What kind of - I mean - I probably shouldn't be asking this but - you
know, an old fucker like me - but - what kind of nasty shit?" Madison stood
up and adjusted her skirt before sitting down again.  She was so close she
was practically sitting in his lap.

   "Well - today, I was hoping I could duck your dick, actually."

   The man coughed.  "Me?  What's a pretty little thing like you want to do
that for?  You must be twenty.  And I'm sixty-nine!  And not great looking,
if you know what I mean.  I'm lucky to find a woman my own age that wants
to do that!"

   "That's the thing - no offense, but I want it to be humiliating.  Like -
someone older, someone I shouldn't be interested in.  Heavier, you know. 
And besides, I didn't pick you, my friend did.  And I just suck whoever he
tells me to suck."

   "W-why would you do that?"

   "Because I'm a slut," she said.  "And by the way, I'm twenty-two.  I can
do what I want."

   "You mean what your friend wants?"

   "That too.  And I want to - I mean, I want to film it, talk dirty to
you, show everyone what a good little cock sucker I am.  So what do you
say?"

   "Holy shit, you're serious," he said.

   Madison rested her head on his shoulder and slowly moved her hand to the
bulge forming in his pants.  "I'm serious.  So will you - will you use me?"
She did her best to sound like a filthy, depraved whore.  She looked at him
and smiled a big smile and knew he was hooked.

   Madison took his hand and gently led him to his feet as he asked where
they were going.

   "Something - I mean - somewhere a little more private," she said with a
smile.

   "You know, I have a hotel room - it's right down there," he said,
gesturing toward the water.

   "What - that's perfect!" She said.  With Dan in tow, he led her down the
street.  He didn't move quickly, his limping knee keeping him from
progressing as fast as he'd have liked to.

   "I can't believe I'm about to get my dick sucked by such a young, sexy
girl," he said.  She smiled at him and leaned in close as they walked,
pressing her body against his, sliding in under his arm.  She smiled even
wider as he draped his arm around the bare skin of her back and her side as
they walked.

   Dan flipped the camera back on as they entered the hotel room.  "Why
don't you just sit on the bed and relax," Madison said.  She watched as he
sat on the edge of the bed, then sat on his lap and gave him an open-mouth
kiss.

   "I thought you were just going to suck his dick!" Dan said, laughing. 
He couldn't believe she was doing more with this man than she had to.

   "Who says a girl can't have a little fire play?" She said, giggling.

   Madison raised her arms in the air and turned her back to him, grinding
her ass on his stiffening cock.  "Mmmm," she moaned as she felt his dick
press against her body through his shorts.  "Want to help me with my
shirt?" She moaned softly as he reached out and pulled the garment up and
over her tits, then her head.  She lifted up her skirt, her bare ass
grinding on his lap.

   "I'm not a stripper," she pointed out.  "You can touch me." She soon
felt his hand caressing her sides and back.  She stood up and pulled her
skirt down, allowing it to fall to the floor before climbing back onto his
lap, facing him this time.  She reached down and pulled his shirt up over
his head.  "Touch me.  Anywhere." She whispered to him.

   The man's hands were slowly drawn to her breasts, focusing on her
nipples.  She moaned in delight as he ran his meaty fingers across her
areolas and her nipples began to stand erect.  "Pinch them," she whispered.

   "Ohhh - ohhh!  Harder please!" She begged as he gave her nipples a
gentle pinch.  "Ohhh, harder, I'm a whore, I - I want to - ohhh, I want it
to hurt!" She begged.  He clasped his hands on her nipples and pulled,
eliciting a delightful squeal from the object of his attention.

   Madison slid off his lap and down to the floor.  She struggled to pull
his shorts down from under his ass, but once she did, they fell to the
floor along with his tighty-whities.  Standing up, she tossed the garments
aside and looked at him seductively.

   "Mmmm, my pussy gets so wet thinking about sucking your cock," she said.

   "Wow, you really know how to turn a guy on."

   "Seriously.  Feel me," she said.  She propped a foot up on the bed,
spreading her pussy, patiently waiting as he reached his hand out toward
her.

   "Ohhhh, yes," she moaned as he stroked her swollen labia before pressing
a finger inside.

   "Wow, such a perfect little pussy," he commented.  "And wet as any I've
ever seen!"

   "How long has it been since you've - you know - been with a young girl
like me?"

   "Oh, hell, forty years?" He guessed.  "Since I've been with someone your
age.  But never anyone like you."

   "Never been with such a dirty little slut?" She teased.

   "No," he chuckled.  "You know I'm three times your age.  I'm old enough,
Jesus - I'm old enough to be your grandpa!"

   "I know!" She said excitedly.  "I'm really liking the idea of sucking
your dick three times my age is just - it's -"

   "It's disgusting," said Dan with a laugh.

   "You know, he's not wrong," the man chimed in.  "Or at least pick an
athletic, good looking sixty-nine year old."

   "He's not wrong at all," said Madison, kneeling down as he pulled his
hand away, sniffing her juices.  She slowly took his dick in her hand and
licked the tip.  His gut hung over his dick as he sat, making it look
smaller than it actually was, and it didn't taste great.

   "Mmmm, disgusting," she said.  She smiled.  "But I love it.  It makes me
disgusting, and I really get turned on by being disgusting and being
humiliated."

   Madison opened her mouth as she took about half of his dick inside,
wrapping her tongue around it, slobbering on it as she began to service
him. He moaned in delight as she forced her mouth down over his cock,
pressing her face into his gut as she did so.

   "Ohhhh, yes you - god that fees good!" He said.

   "Mmmm," she moaned as she pushed her head down more until she had him
balls deep in her mouth.  She began to bob her head up and down, eager to
please.

   "Oh, that's it, suck my dick like a little slut!" Madison happily
obliged, and the man continued.  "Can I - can I talk dirty to you?"

   "Oh, definitely!" Madison exclaimed.  "Talk dirty and call me nasty
names!"

   "Oh, that's it you little slut!" He moaned.  He got a little more
aggressive, reaching out and grabbing her hair as she sucked him.

   "Yes, I'm such a little slut!" She said, pulling her head up momentarily
before going about her work again.

   "Ohhh, that's it.  You like sucking old man dick, do you?  I can barely
walk and I've got a hit twenty-three year old sucking me off.  What a nasty
little slut."

   "Mmm, where can I find more old man dick like yours?" She asked, pulling
her head up again.  "I want one in every hole!"

   "Ohhhh, fuck you're nasty!" The man moaned.  "Hot, but nasty!  Ohhh,
suck my old fat cock you slut!"

   "Mmmmm!" Madison moaned.  "Will you tell all your friends?" She asked
him as she came up for air.  "Tell all your friends you got your dick
sucked by a filthy slut a third your age."

   "They wouldn't believe me," he said laughing as she drove her head down,
taking his cock in the back of her throat.

   "There'll be a video online," she explained.  "Just look up Webslut
Madison.  And tell all your friends.  I want everyone to know I'm a slut."
With that, Madison sank her head lower, pounding his cock into her mouth.
She opened wide, allowing her throat to be used, his fat rolls bouncing
against her forehead as she gagged herself on his cock.

   "Ohhhh, you slut!" He moaned.

   "Mmmhmmm!" She moaned back.  He grabbed her face and forced her head up
and down, and the slut she was, she started to touch her pussy as she
allowed herself to be used.

   "What do you want you fucking slut?  Ohhhh, you dirty little slut?"

   "I want your cum," she whispered as she lifted her head up momentarily.

   "You like the way I talk to you, slut?"

   "I love it," she said.  "But make it dirty, make it sting, and cum on my
mouth!"

   "Ohhh you're just a fucking whore!" He practically shouted.  He wasn't
holding back now.  "Fucking skank!  You know how fucking sick you are
sucking of an old fat bastard?  You could have somebody hot, somebody
young, but no!  You're such a slut you get off on old nasty fat grandpa
cock, don't you, slut?"

   "Mmmhmmm!"

   "God, you're a fucking piece of shit!  Posting it online!  You know
everyone is going to see you and think you're a nasty used up piece of
shit, ohhhh!  Ohhhh I'm cumming you slut!"

   Madison moaned and dove down as far as she could, rubbing her pussy as
she felt his cum sputter out into the back of her throat.

   "Mmmm, delicious!" She said as she showed him the load and then
swallowed it.

   "Delicious?  Wow," the man said.

   Madison couldn't help herself.  She raised up his still-erect penis and
opened her mouth, licking his scrotum, worshipping it.  She opened wide and
wrapped her mouth entirely around one testicle, savoring it, letting her
tongue taste its wrinkly folds.

   "Mmmmm," she moaned again.  The man just sat there looking perplexed as
she gave the other testicle the same treatment.

   "I think I like old man balls," she said.

   "You're just a fucking whore, aren't you?" The man replied.  And then it
hit her.

   "Oh god, I can't believe I just did that.  God, I think I'm - I - I feel
so disgusting!" She said.  She couldn't help but laugh as she looked toward
Dan, holding the camera.

   "All right, get dressed," he told her.  "There are a couple other
activities I have planned."

   Soon Dan and Madison were headed down the street.  Madison was
completely lost in her arousal at this point.  "I'm a slut!" She shouted at
a couple as she walked down the street.  "Look at me!  Read it!  Make me
famous!"

   "Fucking whore!" Someone shouted at her.

   "Thank you!" She said and blew a kiss.

   "Okay," Dan said.  "Here we are."

   "Here?"

   "Yep." Madison looked up the stairs and saw a museum entrance.

   "What the - what the fuck are we doing here?" She asked, puzzled.

   "You'll see."

   They walked in and Dan paid the small admission fee.  The older lady
behind the counter seemed to mind her own business, but Madison could not
help noticing that she was stealing glances at her whenever she thought she
wasn't being noticed.  Madison smiled in delight.

   "It's all true, you know," she said at last, after catching her reading
the inscription on her lower stomach.

   "I'm sorry, what?" The lady asked.

   "I mean, I - I'm a slut and I want to be - I mean - ruined, exposed. 
All over the internet so I can never take it back."

   "That's - well, that's - it's not the life I would have chosen, but if
it makes you happy -"

   "It does," she said with a smile.  "Or at least, it will.  But I just -
I need everyone to know."

   "Okay, well - enjoy your visit," she said.  Madison saw her shaking her
head as she and Dan walked into the first exhibit room.

   "Okay, here we are.  You, I don't know how to say this - but I want you
to stand in the center of the room, facing the opening we just walked
through.  Hands on the back of your head, and just hold that pose."

   "Dan, I mean -"

   "Now.  You'll be displayed here like this.  We need to get the word out.
About you.  Disagree?"

   "No," said Madison, blushing.

   "You are an exhibit.  You are not to speak.  Your body says it all. 
Well, almost all."

   "What do you mean?"

   Madison watched as Dan took a marker out of his pocket and began to
write on her again.  She looked down as he touched the marker to her chest,
watching as he wrote "grope me."

   "Oh, fuck, Dan!  You want people to-"

   "Yeah.  You're here to attract attention." He thought for a moment and
looked around, then slapped her face hard.  "That's for speaking," he said.

   Dan watched as Madison stood submissively in the center of the room.  He
distanced himself from her, so that anyone walking in would not think they
knew each other.  And then he waited, and she waited.  While he waited, he
snapped some photos of her, standing there, her whole stomach exposed,
inviting stares and, with any luck, a more robust online following.

   Madison watched as an older couple entered the room.

   She watched nervously, practically motionless, as the man stole glances
at her out of the corner of his eye.

   "I can't believe that - what trash!" The woman exclaimed loud enough for
Madison to hear.  Her knees began to weaken, her pussy was throbbing.  The
woman ushered her husband into the next room almost as quickly as they had
entered.

   Madison stood a few more minutes, waiting on someone else to arrive.  It
was a young couple this time.  The girl just glared at her while her
boyfriend tried to steal glances.

   "You know they have porn sites for shit like that," the girl said
finally.  Madison was about to respond when Dan looked at her, putting his
finger to his lips, instructing her not to speak.

   "Oh, trust me, she's going to be all over porn sites," Dan interjected.
"She wants to be a Webslut.  Do you know what that means?"

   "Webslut?" The girl asked.

   "Madison - she gets off on being exposed.  She wants her life ruined,
like - ultimate, everlasting internet exposure.  Full name and everything,
so everybody knows she's a slut and a piece of fuckmeat.  I bet her little
pussy is dripping as I explain this, the slut."

   "Wow.  Seriously, what is wrong with you?" The girl asked her, glaring
again.  Madison stood there, motionless.

   "She is loving this, trust me.  The more you degrade her the wetter she
gets."

   "Wow.  Nasty fucking bitch.  Is that - is that what you want?  Because
she's probably had a dozen cocks in her today."

   "Just two," Dan interjected again.  "Both complete strangers though. 
But yeah, she - I mean, check out the videos online - she did get
gangbanged by seven guys once.  Humiliated herself in front of an
auditorium, begs to be ruined.  Talks about selling herself for a couple
bucks."

   "Jesus!  A two dollar whore?!  Is that what you want, Mike?" She asked
her boyfriend.

   "Fuck," he said, shaking his head.

   "She's never actually done it - it's just a fantasy," Dan explained. 
"But at the rate she's going, she'll be there at some point."

   The girl shook her head.

   "So I'm guessing you want to slap the hell out of her about now?" Dan
asked.

   "Yeah, kinda.  Or something." The girl replied.

   "Do it.  She likes it." Madison finally moved ever so slightly, nodding
in agreement.

   "I'm not going to give you that pleasure," the girl said.  Instead, she
stepped forward and spit onto Madison's exposed stomach.

   "Thank you, miss," Madison whispered.  Her pussy was throbbing.  The
girl stormed away frustrated that any effort that she made to humiliate
Madison seemed like it would be met with no resistance and heaps of
appreciation.

   "Hey there, new exhibit?" Madison heard a voice say.  She waited for a
balding middle-aged man to walk around her.  He was alone, and not taking
his eyes off her.

   "Yep, slut on display!" Dan announced.

   "Grope me," the man read.

   "Go on, you know you want to," Dan said, egging him on.  He reached out
and touched her bare midriff.  Her skin tingled, and goosebumps began to
form as she felt his sensitive touch.  Slowly he touched her leg with his
other hand and slid a finger into her skirt, her moist pussy bare and
barely obscured by the fabric.

   Madison moaned as he slid a finger across her lips.  She bit her lip as
he slid a finger inside her.

   "Ohhhh God, yes, please, please don't stop!" Madison moaned loudly.

   "No panties, short skirt, wettest pussy I've ever touched," said the
man. "Wants strangers to grope her.  I guess I'm going to have to look her
up online!"

   "Ohhhh please don't stop, I want more!" Madison moaned.

   "No cumming!" Dan instructed.  Madison bit her lip and nodded.  The man
reached up into her shirt, squeezing her perky tits.

   "Oh, God yes, fucking pinch me please!  Pinch - ohhhh, pinch my
nipples!" The stranger needed no further encouragement, squeezing her
tender nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

   "Please, please don't stop!" Madison begged.

   "Okay, okay," Dan said.  "Come on, before you get us in trouble."

   Madison reluctantly took Dan's hand as he led her away and out the door.

   It was an interesting test of the afternoon, to say the least.  Madison
got catcalled, groped, and degraded by men and women alike.  Dan took her
to a restaurant where she had a few drinks, then to a baseball game where
she may have received more attention than the game did.  And after that was
over, of course, he took her back to the hotel and fucked her repeatedly,
degrading her the whole time.

   "Dan?" She said as she laid in bed, four rounds of sex in.

   "Yes, slut?"

   "I think - I mean, I think this weekend - well, it sort of helped me, I
think - like - make up my mind about everything."

   "What do you mean?"

   "The shit we talked about on the way down."

   "And?"

   "I think I - I mean - I had a blast acting like a dumb fuck doll this
weekend.  I'm so ashamed and I just - I think I really want to do it.  To
be exposed forever.  I don't think I could ever walk away from this."

   "Good."

   "But - Dan?"

   "Yes?"

   "I don't want it to happen like - I'm an instant, or tomorrow, or
anything.  I want to slowly progress into being a ruined, trashy, used up
Webslut.  Does that make any sense?"

   "Sort of," he said.

   "Like, I - I want to keep taking it one step at a time.  Like, I don't
want my parents e-mailed links to all my nasty shit tomorrow.  I want to
dig myself in deeper and deeper until I can't get out, I want to get
addicted to the - I guess the humiliation - even more than I am.  And I
want to cum hard.  I mean HARD.  Every time it gets a little worse."

   "I think I get it."

   "Yeah, like - it's the journey that gets me off, I guess.  Like - I
don't know - I want to take my time and enjoy being completely and utterly
disgraced and destroyed, but, like - what's a good next step?"

   "I think always dressing like a whore would be a good start.  And I mean
always."

   "Mmmm, that sounds nice," she said with a smile.  "And after that?"

   "Well - we can start exposing you as Webslut Madison around school."

   "Ohhh, fuck, Dan, I need it!" He climbed on top of her and thrust his
cock inside her again.

   "Tell me more, what will you do after that?"

   "I'll make you post on Facebook coming out as Webslut Madison."

   "Ohhhh God, Dan, yes!  Fuck me!  Fuck my whore pussy and tell me more!"

   "Then you'll be forced to fuck your followers, forced to take their
cocks, forced to fuck anyone who wants you.  Then exposed to all your
friends, exposed to everyone you know!"

   "Dan!  Dan!  Don't stop!"

   "And then you'll be instructed to invite your parents over and you'll
step out of the bedroom naked, cuffed, chained, plugged, clamped, written
on and covered in cum, and you'll admit what you are!"

   "Ohhhh Dan, I'm cumming, I need this, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"

   Madison knew even in that instant that there could be no taking it back.