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   Webslut Madison Ch.  24

   Madison has a wardrobe malfunction in class.

   It was late January, and Madison had just made it through some of the
coldest days of the year.  It had been barely a week since Mike used her
holes at her apartment.  Truthfully, it took Madison a couple days to
recover, but then one night she did it again, risking it by posting to her
social media, wondering if any of her friends were up to see.
3:41: she posted a link to the porn site where her videos were stored.
3:43: "please if any of you are up I want to be exposed for real"

   Madison thrust her hand against her slit.  "God, I fucking hope somebody
actually does it!  Ohhhh fuck I'm such a stupid little whore!  Ohhhh fuck,
I need more!"

   3:44: "Please, I'm begging you, I want you to ruin me, tell everyone I
know.  I want you all to use me.  I'm a slut."

   "Yessss!  That's it, ohhhh fuck!" She moaned.  "Ruin me, ohhhh, please!"
3:45: "Spread my name and videos around so I can never take it back!"

   "Oh my god, just do it, Madison!  Just fucking leave it up for good and
watch your life go to shit!  Ohhhhh Madison you fucking piece of shit! 
You're worthless!" She moaned.

   3:46: "and if you want to watch me get off to my own destruction just
message me, call me."

   3:46: "Please, I'm begging you.  Blackmail me.  Force me to have sex
with you.  I don't care who you are."

   "Ohhhh Madison you cunt!" She slapped her face as she furiously fingered
her pussy with one hand, pinching her nipple with the other.  "God, how
long is it going to take!  If I keep myself on edge, oh, God, it'll be all
over and I'll be - ohhhh!"
3:47: she posted a link to her videos again

   3:47: "please don't ignore this.  This is NOT spam this is a horny
desperate slut wanting my nudes and videos spread all over the net

   3:48: "teaser - I get gangbanged, I beg to be ruined, I get slapped and
I sucked off a guy three times my age, go watch and spread me around I NEED
THIS"

   "Leave it up you fucking cunt!  Ohhhhh yes, forever!  Let them all know,
I don't care!  All my friends will know I'm a slut, I'm a dirty, disgusting
slut.  Ohhhh I want them all lining up to use me!  I want to be the biggest
disgrace in the whole school, ohhhhhhh I'm cumming!  I'm cumming!  Ohhhh!"

   Madison finally calmed down.  She seriously thought about just leaving
irbil there and watching her life go to hell.  She knew she was getting
riskier and riskier, and she finally decided to take it all down ten
minutes after her first post.

   "Fuck, I'm such an idiot!" She said as she laid back on her pillow. 
"Ten minutes is a long time.  And I've already been found out and taken
advantage of by one person - fuck, why do I keep doing this?!"

   Eventually, Madison drifted off to sleep.  The next day was fairly
uneventful, and with each passing hour, she breathed a sigh of relief that
nobody seemed to notice what she had posted in her state of uncontrollable
arousal the night before.  Of course, she was dressed like a slut and got
her usual amount of attention - but that was all.

   Wednesday came, and with it, Madison's last chance for a level 2 top
that week.  She had selected a low-cut half-sleeve sweater and a tight pair
of low-rise jeans.  The sweater was a little boxy, and it was thick enough
that she decided to just go braless.  It rode up immensely when she raised
her arms.

   "Oh, shit," she said when she put it on.  She had already drawn over the
"slut" written on her upper stomach from the day before - but the day
before she had worn a level 1 top that was an inch and a half longer. 
"This is going to be my closest call yet," she said as she looked in the
mirror.  Even raising her arms almost to shoulder height prompted the
sweater to ride up and the words to partially come uncovered.

   She thought about washing it off, but she was feeling frisky, and she
decided to roll with it - she would just need to be careful.

   Madison arrived in class, found her seat at the front of the room toward
the middle, where she could be certain every guy in the room could see her,
and carefully removed her backpack, making sure her stomach was covered
enough that nobody could see the writing.  She slid it over one shoulder
and carefully over the other, and sat down with her arms folded in front of
her.  She could feel her thong sticking out of her jeans in the back. 
Truthfully, she knew that was going to happen too, but she was eager to put
on a show, and she looked around, watching the horny guys stare at her ass.
"You deserve it, slut," she told herself.  "You're just a piece of meat for
them.  They can look." She tried her best to smile if she caught one of
them looking.

   Hell, a lot of the guys were just openly staring at her now.  "They must
realize I like showing my body," she thought to herself.  "And if I like
showing it, what's the harm in looking?" She took her water bottle out of
her bag and placed it on the floor.

   The professor began his lecture, and Madison started to daydream.  Her
thoughts kept drifting back to a couple of nights ago, when she had begged
for exposure in the middle of the night on social media.  "What if I can't
help myself?" She thought.  "Maybe I should just get drunk and post a bunch
of shit and let them ruin me."

   Then she started to fantasize.  She walked into class this time with
"slut" tattooed on her stomach - another thought that she couldn't quite
seem to get out of her mind.

   "Hi, guys!" She said, smiling.  She unbuttoned her jeans and sat down.
Their mouths just hung open as she folded down the belt loops of her jeans
and exposed her tender flesh and her thong to them.  "I'm wearing nothing
but a bikini tomorrow," she announced.  "You can take as many pictures as
you want, post them, let the world know I'm the slut who wears a bikini to
class."

   Madison shifted her legs, needing a sensation in her cunt.  Suddenly,
she heard a noise, and she was jolted back to reality.  She had
accidentally knocked her water bottle off the table, and it was rolling
backward up the aisle.  She stood she turned to get it just as the guy
three seats behind her picked it up.  He tossed it in her direction, but it
was a bit high.

   Madison, still half-stuck in her fantasy, reached up to catch it, and
all of the sudden heard half the class gasp in unison.  She looked down,
and her heart jumped into her throat.  It was there for all to see!  The
word "slut" was written on her stomach and she just inadvertently let her
sweater ride up and showed it to half the class!  She froze like a deer in
the headlights, completely humiliated.

   "Oh, SHIT!" Madison exclaimed.  She started recovering from her frozen
state, scrambling to try to cover it up.  It had been at least three
seconds of just standing there, frozen.  Her hands trembled.  Her mind
raced.  She fumbled with the water bottle in her hands, trying to free up a
hand to fix the sweater.

   "OH.  MY.  GOD." A voice said.  It was the girl in front of her and to
the right, as she stood about two and a half rows back, facing the back of
the room.  Madison looked.  It was Alyssa, a tall Black girl, sitting with
her legs crossed at the knee and staring at her with a look of disbelief on
her face.  Her eyebrows were raised.  She smiled in amazement and then
looked almost as shocked as Madison was.

   The commotion made other people start looking, too.  All eyes were on
Madison.  She almost dropped the water bottle trying to get it into one
hand to free another.

   "Damn!" The guy in front of her said excitedly.

   Madison finally had the bottle in one hand, she pulled the sweater down
and nervously stood there.  She was in a state of shock, looking around the
room for what felt like an eternity, but in reality, this was all still
four seconds after her writing became exposed.

   Guys were staring at her.  Alyssa still had her eyebrows raised.  She
went to turn around when she felt a hand touch her side.  The guy to her
left, Carl, reached out, touching her, pulling her sweater back up and
exposing the word again!

   "Carl!" Madison shrieked.  A course of laughter rang out.

   "Sorry, just wanted to make sure my eyes weren't playing tricks on me,"
he said.  The class laughed again.  Madison scowled.  She turned around,
wanting to head back to her seat.

   "Excuse me!" The professor said, a twinge of anger in his voice.  "I'm
trying to teach a class here!  Would somebody tel me what is going on?!"

   A voice in the back spoke up.  It was a blonde girl in a track suit. 
Madison thought she was ok one of the athletic teams but wasn't sure which
one.  "That girl has SLUT written across her stomach and half the class
just saw it!" She said loud enough for everyone to hear.

   There was a buzzing conversation in the classroom now as the people in
the front who hadn't seen were almost as lost as the professor, until they
turned to look and saw Madison standing there, trying to cover it up for a
second time.  Madison froze momentarily.  The whole class was staring,
including the professor.  And if felt like she was the topic of several
conservations going on at the same time as she made her way back to her
seat.

   "Who?"

   "Madison!  Look!"

   On the other side of the room another conversation was happening.

   "Is she a slut, for real?"

   "Probably, have you seen the way she dresses lately?"

   "That girl doesn't even have a bra on!"

   "She probably fucks anything that walks!"

   "Hey, Madison!" A voice called out.  "How drunk were you last night?!"

   "I - I um - I didn't - didn't drink," she stammered.  Fuck!  She
thought. That was her best out - she could have acted like she got drunk
and someone wrote on her, now that change was gone!

   "So...you wrote that on yourself?!"

   "Of course she wrote it on herself, see how it's leaning and it looks
like a first grader did it?  You know how hard it would be to write on your
own stomach?!

   "Why would anyone want to write that on themselves?" A girl asked.

   "Yeah, it's like she's asking for it!"

   "More like begging for it!"

   "And those outfits she wears!  Just - nasty!"

   "She sure dresses like a slut!"

   "Yeah.  Nothing but belly shirts!"

   "God, this is so humiliating!" Madison thought as she slowly turned and
went back to her seat.  "I can't believe this is happening to me!  I wanted
it, I needed it, but not like this!  Fuck, everyone is staring at me! 
Everyone is talking about me!  Everyone thinks I'm a slut!  I mean - they
know I'm a slut!  They know I did it to myself and they know I dress like
one, I can't believe this, no no no!" She says down and buried her head in
her hands and started to sob, keeping her head off the desk so she wasn't
too obvious.

   Madison thought about leaving the class and just going home.  But she
knew she would have to face the class eventually, and she might as well let
them get it out today as opposed to subjecting herself to more ridicule
later.

   "Madison!  I didn't get to see, can you show me!" A guy asked her.  I'm
some sick and twisted way, Madison was actually relishing the comments that
were made about her.  She felt terribly humiliated; worthless.  Her pussy
was throbbing.  God, she needed this!  She needed to be fucked!  She needed
everyone to know she was a slut, to make fun of her and slut-shame her, and
she needed them to approach her one by one in secret and try to get in her
pants.  She'd let them, too.  Madison had her mind made up at this moment
that any of these guys, even any of the girls that wanted her would get to
have her.  She'd beg them to slap her, beg them to abuse her body, beg them
to make her feel like trash, until they all had a turn.  Madison was barely
noticing the comments now, most of them were starting to die out anyway,
but she was too turned on to notice.

   "Hey, slut - can I just call you SLUT?" A guy asked.

   "Can I write something on you?" Someone else said.

   "Why do you dress like that?" A girl asked her.  Madison was noticing
that the comments were being made to her now, where they were just about
her before.

   "Guys!" The professor finally spoke up.  "We have to move along. 
Madison can show you her stomach - I mean, more of her stomach - after
class is dismissed, if she wants.  I'm sure it was an accident.  Madison,
you can be as much of a slut as you want outside this room.  Let's move
on!"

   A chorus of laughter rang out.  Madison wanted to crawl into a hole.

   "Did the prof just slut shame her?" A girl asked.

   "Um - excuse me, professor!" A girl said.

   "Yes, Riley?"

   "We - I mean - we shouldn't really assume she is a slut.  Or attach a
negative connotation to it for that matter.  It's a prime example of a
misogynistic double standard - women who sleep around are sluts, men who
sleep around are studs.  A woman who is confident about her body and likes
to dress like - well, like Madison does - should not be thought of as a
slut or an easy target - we shouldn't assume a woman is a slut or is asking
for it just based on her clothing choices.  I'm sure she has her reasons. I
mean, really, we shouldn't objectify her or discuss any woman in a sexual
way in a professional setting."

   "I'm not assuming, she freaking wrote it on her stomach!" A guy pointed
out.

   "Yeah, I mean - if you label yourself, you have to kind of live with the
label, right?"

   "I'm just saying," Riley continued, "that we are all objectifying her.
She's sitting right there.  She has emotions.  How would you feel if a
class full of students discussed whether you slept around?  Or wanted to?
Or were gay or homophobic or transgender?  What if she doesn't want this
kind of attention?  She probably didn't come here to be objectified or to
become the topic of discussion or of your fantasies, so let's take that
into consideration, okay?  Doesn't she get a say in that?"

   "Yeah, so let's stop talking about it, Riley!" The professor said.  A
chorus of laughter followed.

   "If I wrote 'gay' on my stomach and everyone saw it, I think that would
be fair game," the guy retorted quietly.

   Under her desk, Riley took out a sharpie and pulled her shirt up.  She
silently wrote "slut" on her body and tied her shirt up, making it visible
to everyone.  She sat in the front left corner, nearest the professors
desk. Riley was blonde, wore a multi-colored shawl and had hair that was
reminiscent of that of a Rastafarian adherent.

   Madison sat in her seat.  She leaned forward, her thong becoming more
exposed.  Everyone was glancing at her every five seconds, she knew it and
didn't care.  Either that, or she relished it, she wasn't sure.  "They
think I'm a slut.  All of them.  And I am one - so they all know, really. I
should just end it now, just tell them all I'm Webslut Madison and let them
do what they want with me.  Set up an open invite event and let them all
have a turn - if they have the balls to use me one after the other.  And
that feminist Riley - she'd look cute sucking the cum out of my ass after
all the guys had their turn."

   Madison buried her hand in between her thighs, needing the sensation. 
She started to lean forward again, wanting to expose her thong sticking out
of the back of her jeans without being obvious about it.  Guys looked at
her some more.  She needed it, her pussy was on fire.  Yet, at the same
time, she wanted to sob.

   She could not pay attention at all.  The entire time, she sat there
thinking about how worthless she was, how humiliated she felt, how much of
a slut she had become.  And it was all turning her on more and more.  "I
really am a slut," she thought.  "I should just write it on myself where
everyone can see next time.  Or wear something more daring - shirt skirt,
no panties, that slutty witch top from my Halloween costume that barely
covers my tits.  Plug my ass and spread my legs and show my cunt to the
professor!  Would that be asking for it?"

   Her mind started to drift away, she was fantasizing about other things
she could write on her body.  "Webslut Madison - google me." No, "I
actually dress like a SLUT because I want it." Or "I know I look like a
SLUT and I want to be objectified." Or "I'm a slut for public use." Or
"teacher in training.  SLUT for life." God?  Why did she want this so much?
Couldn't she just have role-played or fantasized like everyone else?  No,
she had to make it reality!

   She was so turned on, she actually wanted to show the writing again.  To
remove any doubt.  To show the folks at the front of the class who didn't
get to see her the first time.  But how?  She could get up to go to the
bathroom, come back with her sweater hiked up.  Would that be too obvious?

   Madison sat at her seat and ran her hands through her hair, her shirt
riding up, the writing clearly visible.  The only issue was the desk was in
the way.  She wasn't sure if anyone would notice, but she felt exposed
doing it.  She pulled her hair into a pony tail, slowly, allowing anyone to
look who could see.  Reaching behind her back, she felt the string of her
thong and pulled it farther out of her jeans, like she was trying to give
herself a wedgie.  Turning around, she confirmed that a couple of the guys
and Alyssa noticed.  She smiled through her sobs and leaned forward again,
exposing her thong even more, smiling to herself, the thought of them
staring at her ass just turning her on even more.

   "Use my slut body," she thought to herself.  "Put it up my ass.  Make me
dress like even more of a whore!" She imagined herself wearing a sheer crop
top, her clamped nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric.  She
handed a marker to one of her classmates.  "Write on me?" She invited.

   One by one, they all took turns decorating her.  "Slut." "Whore."
"Fuckmeat." "Expose me," "free use," "desperate," "use me," and "ruin my
life" we're all written on her.  The last one wrote "worthless" across her
forehead.  She took the marker back and wrote "cum dumpster" on one thigh,
clearly visible in her mini skirt.  "Easy access" and "no panties" was what
she decided to write on the other.

   "Thanks, guys!" She imagined herself saying.  "Now, let's make sure it's
all true."

   "You mean it?  You want us to -"

   "I need it," she clarified.  "Under one condition.  Record it and post
it online so the whole world knows what I've become."

   "Okay, that's all for today," she heard the professor saying, back in
reality.  Got, she had been so immersed in her fantasy she wasn't even sure
she was able to keep from touching her cunt through her jeans.

   Madison was too turned on to stop herself.  She stood up, grabbed her
backpack, and lifted her arms high into the air.  "SLUT" was visible for
all to see as she tossed the bag onto her back.  She looked around. 
Everyone was looking at her.  Class was over, people were up and milling
around, but she was the center of attention.

   "Wow, hot!" Said the guy a who asked if he could see.  Madison smiled.
She wondered if she should at least be a willing slut and offer to suck him
off or something.

   "Oh my GOD.  You know that's out again, right?" Alyssa pointed out. 
Madison smiled and nodded.  "I mean, don't you want to cover it up?" She
asked.  Madison shook her head, humiliated, but too horny to stop herself.

   "So you want everybody to see that?" A guy asked.

   "Is it true?" A guy asked her.  "Like - are you really a slut?"

   Madison felt a pair of hands grab her ass.  She loved the attention. 
"God, the whole class knows I'm a slut - for real!" Age thought to herself
as she let out a delighted hum.  More hands - this time on her bare
midriff. Her sweater was being held up by her backpack straps now, the
whole word was visible.  Looking around, she even pulled it up a little
higher, removing any doubt that she wanted it to be seen.

   "You really like showing off your body, don't you?" A guy asked.  She
nodded.

   "I do, actually - I - that's why I dress this way."

   "You like people thinking you're a slut, too, I bet."

   "Mmmm," she moaned, and smiled.

   "Is it true?" The other guy asked again.

   "Dude, I think it's true.  Slut likes to show off, apparently.  Likes us
thinking she's a slut.  Probably wants us all to run a train on her.  Would
you want that?" He asked, turning to Madison.

   "We're just going to call you slut from now on, then," another guy said.
"Like, I wonder what slut is going to wear on Monday?"

   "Guys.  Seriously.  Keep it in your pants!" Riley said, before Madison
could respond to the latest round of comments.  "I'm sure there's a
perfectly good non-sexual explanation for all this.  Right, Madison?"

   "Pfft," one of the guys said.

   "No way," another said.

   "Guys!  Let the girl talk!  We've heard from everyone in here but her!
Madison, you don't really want all this negative attention, I know you
don't.  You don't want to be objectified, do you?" Riley asked.

   "Well - um - I mean," Madison began.

   "Just tell them to cut it out and leave you alone.  And if they don't,
report them."

   Everyone was silent.  Three guys, Alyssa and Riley remained in Madison's
vicinity at this point, in addition to a couple guys who were in the corner
of the room, content to ogle Madison as she stood there exposed with "slut"
written on her stomach.

   "And you know, if you don't want the attention, you could pull your
sweater down.  And stop dressing that way!  You'll make all the guys think
you -"

   "I mean, that's kind of the thing," Madison said.  She started to shake
again.  Did she really want this?  To admit what she was about to admit? 
She certainly didn't make any moves toward covering up.  She took a deep
breath and exhaled, trying to relieve the jitters.

   "Well, I mean - tell them," Riley said.  "Tell then to stop harassing
and objectifying you!  You shouldn't have to put up with that!"

   "I mean, I - I kind of do want it," she said finally, shaking.  "So, um
- yeah." Riley and Alyssa and the three guys just stood there, dumbfounded,
as Madison stood there, humiliated.

   "Why?" Alyssa asked at last.

   "Like - I didn't want it to happen today, necessarily.  But like - I - I
don't know how to say this - fuck, why am I explaining this at all!"

   "Because you're trying to set boundaries?" Riley said, trying to help.

   "No, I -" Madison had turned to leave, but turned back.  She desperately
wanted to tell them how aroused she was.  But that would only lead to her
lying on her back with a cock in her ass and another in her mouth.  She
drifted away again.  "Remember," she reminded herself.  "You're a slut for
the pleasure of others.  It's not about you.  If you end up on your back,
you did your job.  And if the whole class finds out, you'll have one hell
of an orgasm."

   "So, I - I like it.  The attention.  Even the humiliation.  Want to know
why I dress like this?  It's - it's honestly because I want people to think
I'm - you know." Madison stammered.

   "A slut?" One of the guys asked.  A tear rolled down Madison's cheek as
she nodded in the affirmative.

   "And it makes me so, so - like - so horny, makes me cum so hard knowing
that guys think of me as a slut.  So I wrote it to - I mean, just to feel
like one - just to remind myself - just on the off chance something weird
happened and somebody saw -"

   "But you'd end up so embarrassed and humiliated!" Alyssa commented.

   "I know!  And I fantasized about this moment!  I don't know what's wrong
with me!" Madison sobbed.  "I'm standing here crying, I'm a wreck!  I'm
telling you all about my sexual fantasies of being a slut, of being shown
off, of being stared at and felt up and - you know why I lean forward in my
seat?  So my fucking thong comes out and people stare.  I get off on it,
okay?!"

   "So you aren't really a slut, you just want to feel like one?  So you're
really just a tease?"

   "I was a tease, then shit started happening, and - I - I guess I'm
really a slut now.  Not because of this, I - I've slept around a lot
lately."

   "Damn, Madison!" Riley said.  She didn't really understand a woman
wanting to be treated that way.

   "I know!" Madison said.  She wipes a tear from her eye.  "And I get so
turned on I can't stop myself.  Like - here!" Madison quickly unbuttoned
her jeans and folded down the front, exposing the top of her thong panties.
"Does anybody dare me to walk home like this?"

   "Madison!  You're - you'll - your reputation, everyone will -" Alyssa
began.

   Madison nodded.

   "Well, I dare you," said one of the guys with a devious smile.  "You
wouldn't do it though.  Or would you?"

   "Jake, stop being a pig!" Riley said.  "Madison, sit down, please.  Your
hormones must be raging!  You need to calm down and get out of this fantasy
you have before you do any more damage!"

   "Damage?  You mean like this?" Madison lifted up her sweater, exposing
her braless breasts.  "Mmmmm," she said, running her fingers over her
nipples.

   "Yes!  Like that!  Now please, haven't you done enough for one day?  I
mean flashing in class -" Alyssa trailed off.

   "It's not flashing if she doesn't put them away," said another one of
the guys.  "It's more like stripping!"

   "Want to grab them?" Madison suggested.

   "What?!"

   "Seriously?'l

   "I've begged guys to grope me in the mall.  I've worn even less to work.
And in a park.  This really isn't so bad!" One of the guys reached his hand
up to touch her.  Riley smacked it away.

   "Riley!  She asked for it!"

   "Stop taking advantage of her!  She's clearly a walking hormone right
now!"

   "I'm just a slut," Madison countered.  "It's true." She sighed.  Maybe
she had been through enough humiliation for one day.

   "Okay, Madison," Alyssa said softly.  "Why don't you come with me? 
Leave the guys trying to assault you and the man-hating feminist and come
with me and talk it out on our way home.  I just want to make sure you're
okay."

   Madison nodded.

   "But I never got to touch -"

   "Zip it, Zeke!" Alyssa said.  "Go to the Dancing Debbie.  The girls will
grind their ass on you for less money than you'd spend on a case of beer."

   "Should I leave - leave my jeans unbuttoned?" Madison asked Alyssa.

   "Sure, honey, if that's what you want.  But let's pull your sweater
down, cover these up, okay?" Alyssa reached over and pulled down the
sweater, hiding Madison's breasts and the writing on her stomach.  They
walked out of the classroom with Alyssa's arm draped over Madison's
shoulder.

   They walked down the hall.  Madison's jeans were still unzipped and
folded down, and guys were taking notice.  She relished the stares as she
walked, feeling the eyes on her exposed thong.

   "You had quite an eventful day," Alyssa said when they finally got
outside.  "Are you okay?"

   "God - just - those guys staring at me - I just wanted to rip my clothes
off right there in the hallway!"

   "Wow.  You - aside from being ab exhibitionist slut - are you okay?"

   "Yeah, I'm fine.  Just really horny." They laughed.

   "You liked what happened to you today, didn't you?"

   "Yes.  I mean, it's embarrassing.  But yes.  And I really did want it.
And thanks for getting me out of there, I was going to wind up getting gang
fucked or something."

   "Why don't we go somewhere to calm down?" Alyssa suggested.

   "Like where?"

   "I live by myself, I mean - we could go talk about it.  Or go have a
glass of wine and try to forget it."

   "I don't think I'll ever forget it Madison said with a laugh.  She
shivered from the cold.

   "You know, you could fix your pants if you're cold," Alyssa pointed out.

   "Everybody thinks I'm such a whore anyway, does it make a difference?"

   "Listen, Madison - it's not all about giving them what they want.  You
need to be comfortable too." But Madison just shrugged and walked on, jeans
still unbuttoned.

   "You know what you need, Madison?" Alyssa said as they approached her
apartment.

   "What?"

   "You're a horny mess.  I think you're so turned on by what happened
today, you can't get it out of your head, can you?"

   "Yeah, I mean - if I'm being honest, I loved it."

   "What did you love about it?  Being exposed as a slut, being humiliated,
being thought of as a dirty little slut?"

   "Oh my God," Madison thought.  "How did she know?!" "Y-yes," Madison
said.  "I really, um - I honestly thought about - like, getting up to go to
the bathroom and coming back - with my shirt hiked up where everyone could
see it."

   "Wow!"

   "Yeah, that was before I started fantasizing and forgot where I was
until class was over.  Then I had to lift up my backpack and pretend I
wasn't showing it on purpose."

   "Wow," Alyssa said again.  "So, um - what did you fantasize about?"

   "Oh, honestly, just - about dressing even sluttier, like wearing a
bikini to class.  Or a sheer top that barely covers my tits.  About handing
the marker over and having guys write nasty shit on me.  Wearing a short
skirt and showing my cunt off to the professor."

   "Madison, what's your darkest fantasy?"

   "To, um - I mean - to be completely exposed as a slut to every - like -
everybody.  Friends, family, strangers..."

   "And to suffer never-ending humiliation?"

   "Yeah.  And shame." Alyssa moved her hand from Madison's shoulder to her
exposed side, wrapping her arm around her back.  Madison was so turned on,
but so stuck in a fantasy land she didn't even notice that she softly
moaned in response.

   "You know, I think it's really hot the way you wear sexy clothes every
day.  And show your thong on purpose."

   "Thanks!" Madison said with a smile.  "I think it's really hot the way
you - you just seem to get me.  Do you ever - I mean - like - fantasize
about the same things?"

   "Do you fantasize about having sex in class?" Alyssa asked.

   "Yeah, like in a complete unrealistic fantasy, guys - and even girls -
just using me, tying me to a desk and just - anyone, any hole, just a slut
for hard use."

   "Wow, so hot.  And no, I don't fantasize about being humiliated."

   "Oh." Madison sounded disappointed.

   "But I do fantasize about doing the humiliating.  Only when I'm in a
really nasty mood though.  That's why I think what you're doing is so hot."

   "So you said I needed something.  What do you think I need?" Madison
asked.

   "I think you need a tongue buried in your pussy, and your perky nipples
played with."

   "Mmmmm, God that sounds good."

   "Like I said, I do live alone."

   "Do you mean -"

   "I do mean," Alyssa said, flirting back.  "Only one thing."

   "What?"

   "I need you to do something for me.  And it's going to be nasty."

   "What?"

   "Remember how I said I fantasize about doing the humiliating?  I want to
do it to you."

   "How?"

   "I want you to lick my ass.  Bury your tongue in my hole.  Use your
filthy little mouth."

   "Ohhh, Alyssa, I -"

   "What?"

   "I thought you wanted to get me away from people just trying to use me."

   "I did.  I'm not using you.  I mean I am, but then I'm letting you use
me.  Ride my face.  And I'll twist those little erect nipples into
oblivion."

   "God, Alyssa!" But she had her keys and was unlocking her door.

   "Yes, Madison?"

   Madison took off her backpack and flung it down.  She looked back at
Alyssa, phone in hand, recording her.

   "Alyssa?"

   "You're going to be my little ass-licking slut, aren't you, bitch?  And
I'm going to film the whole thing."

   "Alyssa, you - wow, umm -"

   "I think the words you were looking for were 'yes, miss."

   "Um - yes - yes-"

   "Miss.  Or mistress if you prefer."

   "Alyssa, I mean, Miss -"

   "No names.  You know.  In case somebody accidentally gets a hold of this
video."

   "What about me?"

   "There's plenty of nasty names I'm going to call you.  Slut, cunt,
whore, bitch."

   "Okay - I get it."

   "So I'll ask you again.  You're going to be my little ass-licking slut,
aren't you bitch?"

   "Yes, Miss!"

   "Lift up your shirt."

   Madison lifted her sweater, exposing the writing on her stomach and her
fork breasts.

   "Now tell the camera what happened today."

   "I, um - I went to class and, it was an accident - but - like - the
whole class saw it."

   "Saw what?"

   "Slut, the word - here." She pointed to the markings on her body.

   "Now, you said it was an accident, but you've fantasized about being
exposed as a slut, haven't you?"

   "Yeah - I mean, yes, Miss.  All the time."

   "And that slutty little outfit you have on, that wasn't an accident, was
it?"

   "No, Miss."

   "That's right.  You went out whoring yourself around in that on purpose.
What kind of slut wears that to class?"

   "A really dirty, filthy slut, Miss."

   "Is that what you are?"

   "Yes, Miss.  I'm a very nasty, disgusting - worthless little slut."
Alyssa started to stroke Madison's cheek.

   "Just saying those words is turning you on, isn't it?"

   "Yes, Miss."

   "And you dress like this every day, don't you?  Is that an accident?"

   "No, no Miss.  I dress like a slut always."

   "Because you like to show your body off?  Because it turns you on to
expose yourself?"

   "Yes, Miss."

   "And is that why you sat in class today with your thong sticking out of
your jeans?"

   "I did it on purpose, Miss.  so everyone could see my thong and think
I'm a slut.  They all knew I meant to do it."

   "Good.  And you didn't bother to cover up your writing, did you?"

   "I got ashamed and covered it, but I got it back out and let the whole
class see it again."

   "And you unbuttoned your jeans, and walked back from class like that?"

   "Yes.  I flashed my tits to a few people in class, too."

   "You're just too desperate and horny to help yourself, aren't you?"

   "Yes, Miss."

   "And do willing to be humiliated."

   "Yes.  A degraded."

   "I brought you here to lick my ass, cunt.  How does that make you feel?"

   "Ummm - like a pathetic piece of shit, Miss."

   "And does it turn you on to feel like a pathetic piece of shit?" Alyssa
had pushed Madison to her knees and was squeezing her cheek.

   "Oh, so much, I need it, Miss.  Please - please let me lick your ass."

   "Take your sweater off."

   Madison pulled the sweater over her head and tossed it aside.

   "And did you forget your bra today, slut?"

   "N-no, I - I just went braless today."

   Alyssa reached out and twisted Madison's left nipple for the camera.

   "Ohhhh - mmmm!" Madison moaned.

   "It hurts, doesn't it, bitch?"

   "Yes, Miss, but - but I like the way it hurts."

   "You're a slut."

   "I'm a slut, Miss."

   "Get on all fours.  Take off everything."

   Madison placed her hands on the floor.  Awkwardly fumbling with her
jeans, she managed to pull them to her thighs.  Alyssa had pulled off her
shoes and soon ripped the jeans and thong right off of her.

   "Has anyone ever told you you're too hot to be this much of a slut?"

   "Actually, yes, Miss."

   "How did that make you feel?"

   "It turns me on to be attractive but willing to give myself up, like -
for - to be exposed and humiliated and be a slut."

   "Follow me." Alyssa filmed as Madison crawled on all fours into the
living room.

   "Take off my shoes."

   Madison gently removed her shoes as she filmed, breathing heavily the
entire time.

   "You know - before you get to my ass, I think - I think you need to earn
it."

   "How?"

   "Suck on my feet, bitch."

   Madison sat there, for half a second.  She wasn't that into feet, but
she was too turned on to say no.  And she didn't know this was part of the
plan.

   "Now, cunt!"

   "Yes, Miss!" Madison opened her mouth and Alyssa shoved the sole of her
right foot directly against Madison's tongue.  Madison moved her tongue up
to the toes, and took Alyssa's largest toe into her mouth, sucking it,
savoring it.

   "Good, you nasty little whore.  We should make this a regular thing. 
You're quite the little worthless cunt, aren't you?"

   "Yes, Miss."

   "Other foot."

   Madison gave Alyssa's left foot the same treatment, taking it into her
mouth, sucking her toes, licking her sole and her heel while Alyssa moaned
in delight.

   "Take my pants off, slut."

   Madison did not say a word, she just reached up and unbuttoned Alyssa's
pants and struggled to take them off as Alyssa sat there, motionless. 
Alyssa shoved her feet in Madison's face and let her suck on them again
while she took off her shirt.

   "Okay, I need to position the camera so I can watch later and see what a
good ass-licking whore you are." Alyssa stood up and went across the room,
positioning the phone on a nearby shelf.  "Give me yours," she said. 
"Yours can film from the table."

   "Yes, Miss." Madison started to worry that Alyssa would notice the large
volume of homemade porn on her phone.  But she went straight to the camera
and set it up.

   "Panties off, slut," Alyssa commanded.  Madison sat up and pulled
Alyssa's panties down to her ankles, and Alyssa proceeded to kick them off.
She turned around and faced the couch, putting her knees on the seat and
her breasts and elbows on the back of the couch, sticking her ass out
toward Madison.

   "Eat my ass you dirty cunt bitch!"

   "Yes, Miss!" Madison said enthusiastically.  She crawled over to Alyssa,
approaching her hole.  It didn't smell great, but she needed it.  She stuck
out her tongue and slowly, sensually spread Alyssa's cheeks and grazed her
sphincter with her tongue.

   "Ohhhhh yes, you dirty cunt!" Alyssa moaned.  Madison felt herself
getting more aroused and went in for a deeper, more sensational lick.

   "Ohhhh, you're a nasty little whore, aren't you?"

   "Yes, Miss."

   "What kind of whore licks another girl's ass?" Alyssa moaned as Madison
licked her again.  This time, Madison let her tongue linger on Alyssa's
rectum, and flicked it back and forth across its opening.

   "Mmmm, a whore like me who gets off on it," Madison moaned.  "I'm a
dirty little slut and I live for licking ass!"

   "Good.  Now bury your face in there and don't come out!"

   "Ohhhhh god yes, you little whore!" Alyssa moaned.  Madison, aroused by
Alyssa's desire, spread Alyssa's cheeks and pushed her face deep inside. 
Her nose was up against Alyssa's asshole, and Madison sucked in the flap of
skin between her ass and kissy, teasing it with her tongue and teeth.  It
drove Alyssa wild, she started pounding her hand on the back of the couch.

   "Mmmhmmm!" Madison moaned delightfully.

   "Come on bitch!" Alyssa said forcefully.  "Get your tongue back in
there!" She reached behind her with her left hand and grabbed Madison's
hair and forced her face deep into her ass.  Madison responded by pressing
her tongue against Alyssa's ass.  She was so deep she could barely breathe,
her tongue was pressed right into her classmate's crack.

   "Show me how much you love being humiliated!  How fucking hot it makes
you!" Alyssa barked.  "Come on, cunt, eat my fucking ass!  Ohhhhh god, eat
it!  Yes!"

   Alyssa now left Madison to her own devices as she moved her hand away
from Madison's head and placed it under her body and started to finger
herself.

   "Ohhhh, you're such a nasty fucking whore!  I fucking love filthy
bitches licking my ass, worshipping me!  Ohhhh yes, YES!  Slutty cunts like
you fucking humiliating yourself for me, ohhhh!"

   "Mmmhmmm," Madison moaned.

   "How's my ass taste, slut?"

   "Mmmm, delicious, Miss," Madison said delightfully.  She shoved her
tongue deep, pushing it into Alyssa's rectum, trying to force it in past
the sphincter.

   "Hoooo, ohhhh, fuck!  I can't believe Webslut Madison has her tongue up
my ass, ohhhh!" Alyssa said gruffly.

   "Mmmhmmm,' Madison moaned.  Then, all of the sudden, she pulled back a
bit, shocked.  "Wait - what - what did you call me?"

   "Webslut Madison.  Now put your tongue back in my ass!"

   "I never-"

   "I know all about you, slut!  Showing off, exposing yourself for all to
see.  Begging to be ruined!  How did you think I knew you liked having your
nipples pulled?  Now eat my ass, so we can add this video to your little
collection!"

   "How did-"

   "Eat my ass you three A.M.  posting cunt!"

   "Ohhhhh GOD!" Madison said.  She pushed a finger into Alyssa's ass,
trying to open it for he tongue to slide in.  Sliding the finger out, she
replaced it with her tongue, sending shock waves through Alyssa's body.

   "Fuck!" Madison thought as she stuck her tongue as far inside as it
would go.  "She fucking knows all about me!  Another classmate has seen it
all!  I'm getting do ruined and it's all I ever wanted!  Ohhhh god, they're
all going to be lining up to take turns on me, ohhhh God, I'm never going
to teach, I'm - I'm turning myself into a whore!"

   With her newfound motivation of arousal fueled by the added humiliation,
Madison dove deep.  She licked like the little whore she needed to be.  Up
and down, in and out.

   "Ohhhhhh fuck, Webslut Madison knows how to eat ass!" Alyssa squealed.
"GOD DAMN you get turned on when you get degraded!" Alyssa could feel how
aroused Madison was - she could feel it all the way up her ass.  She began
to furiously rub her pussy, getting ever so close to exploding.

   "I want you to cum for me, babe!" Madison called out in between licks.

   "Ohhhhh you fucking dirty ass-eating slut!"

   "Mmmmm, is that as nasty as you can be?" Madison teased.

   "You disgusting shithole-licking piece of trash, eat my nasty sweaty
ass!"

   "Mmmmm!" Madison moaned.

   "You going up beg me?  Beg me to cum for you?"

   "Ohhhh please, please, I want to see you cum!"

   "I'm going to fucking squirt you nasty slut!"

   "Ohhhhh yes, Miss, please squirt all over me!"

   "Ohhhhhhhhhhh fuck!" Alyssa moaned.  She was about to lose it.  She
grabbed Madison's head and pushed it down on the couch, spinning her around
so her face was up toward the ceiling.  And then, she squatted over
Madison's face, her pussy inches away.

   "Ohhhh!  Ohhh!" Alyssa moaned.  She exploded suddenly, sending streams
of her squirt and juices all over Madison's face.  It ran down Alyssa's
leg, down Madison's chin and onto her tits.  Alyssa could not squat any
longer and plopped her cunt down directly on Madison's open mouth.

   "Ohhhhh God you nasty fucking slutty cunt!" Alyssa said.  She rocked
back and forth, rubbing her pussy forcefully over Madison's nose, mouth and
chin, riding her face until she came, a slightly less eventful but very
intense orgasm.

   "Godddd you are a nasty little thing!"

   Madison caught her breath finally as Alyssa rolled over and sat next to
her.

   "I can't believe you didn't tell me!"

   "That I knew?"

   "Yeah!"

   "I thought it would make the moment better."

   "Yeah, you might have been right." Alyssa leaned over and gave Madison a
passionate, open-mouth kiss, their tongues flicking against each other as
Alyssa caressed Madison's body.

   "So is everything on there for real?"

   "Yeah, I mean - yeah.  It's all legit."

   "Wow."

   "What?"

   "You really are a slut!"

   "I know," Madison said with a smile.

   "Like - you really want to be exposed like that?"

   "Yeah, it's - I mean, just thinking about it makes me so horny."

   "Yeah, but - I mean - your talking about compete and utter ruination. 
Like, you won't be able to get a job.  Everyone on campus will know you're
a whore.  Your reputation will be - I mean - nobody will see you as
intelligent or worthwhile.  Even your friends are going to look at you and
just see a dumb slut."

   "Yeah.  I mean - I used to be on the fence about it.  But lately I think
I've accepted my fate.  And it's worth it to me."

   "To be degraded like that?"

   "I'm really just a slut who gets off on being objectified."

   "Yeah, I see that!" Alyssa rolled over and knelt beside Madison, on the
floor, while Madison sat on the couch.

   "I honestly - I didn't even know you were into girls."

   "I didn't know you were either, until I saw you going down on one in
your little videos."

   "You know how to make me feel like a stupid cunt, though."

   "And now I'm going to make it all worth it," Alyssa said, smiling.  She
spread Madison's legs and began to tease her, kissing her inner thigh.

   "So what's next for you?" Alyssa asked.

   "What do you mean?"

   "Now that you've been outed to our whole class."

   "I wouldn't call that outed quite yet," Madison said.  "Mmmmm, whew! 
That feels nice!"

   "Why not?"

   "Because they don't all know about Webslut Madison."

   "How do you know?"

   "I mean - I don't - but you're only the second person from school who
has said anything.  I mean - and one other person has known for a while, so
that's three."

   "What if they just aren't telling you they know?"

   "Come on.  The guys would be lining up to fuck me, arguing over who gets
to use me first!"

   "And what would you fo about that?" Alyssa stuck her tongue out and
lightly grazed Madison's pussy.

   "Mmmm, I'd let them all use me - one, two, even three at a time. 
Ohhhhh!"

   "That's my good girl."

   "So that's next - ohhhh - making sure the whole school knows - yes! 
Yes!"

   "Mmmhmmm," Alyssa said, plunging her tongue deep into Madison's pussy
before pulling out again.  "And do you mean that for real or are you just
too horny to stop it?"

   "I mean it for - ohhhh, for real - I'm - I need to be exposed, babe!  I
need it soooo, soooo bad!  Ohhhhh yeah!" Alyssa started sucking on
Madison's clit as Madison planned out her next slut adventure.

   "And after that?"

   "Ohhhh - after that I'm - I need everyone to - to just - ohhhhh, to
completely ruin my reputation.  Ohhhh God, I want someone to post
everything on social media like I have been doing - ohhhhh yes, baby!  And
just leave it, ohhhh!"

   "And will you just fuck any random person that wants you?"

   "God yes!  And have no choice but to turn into a whore!"

   "A two dollar whore?" Alyssa started fingering Madison gently as she
sucked ok her clit, rolling her sensitive skin between her lips and tongue.

   "Ohhhh, ohhhh, yes, eat my pussy!  I'll be a two dollar whore, babe,
would you like that?"

   "I'd love to see you used and humiliated like that!" Alyssa sucked
harder on Madison's clit, fingering her a little harder.

   "Ohhhh god yes!  I'm already so far gone, so - so ruined - I've already
lost complete control - I - ohhhhhh yes!  I can't control my videos!  I
can't control my reputation and ohhhhh fuck babe!  I definitely didn't
control my desires!  Ohhhh my fantasies!  They're all coming true babe!"

   "Mmmhmmm," Alyssa said.  She kept licking Madison's pussy and sucking on
her clit, knowing she had started a fire in Madison that would only be
extinguished with an orgasm.

   "Ohhhh I'll - I'll dress like even more of a whore - I'll - yessss! 
I'll get a slut tattoo - ohhhhh, I'll - I'll write on myself every day,
where everyone can see it.  Webslut - ohhhh fuck' Webslut Madison!  So the
whole school knows!  I'll let them.  GOD IM GOING TO LET THEM ALL USE ME
LIKE A SLUT!" She screamed.

   "LINE UP!  EXPOSED!" Madison called out.  She was so horny and about to
explode she could not even form sentences.  "WEBSLUT!  Ohhhhh!  "RUINED! 
FOREVER!"

   "Mmmhmmm!" Alyssa moaned in agreement, working quickly now, fingering
and sucking greedily.

   "USED!  CONSTANTLY!" Madison shrieked.  "DEGRADE ME!  ALL OVER MY BODY!
WEBSLUT MADISON!  SO THEY ALL SEE!  Ohhhh I'm cumming, I'm cumming, ohhhh
YES baby, eat me!  Ohhhhhhh fuck!"

   Madison shrieked and shook and quivered and rolled.  Her orgasm pulsed
through her like an earthquake.  Alyssa bit down on her clit and twisted
her left nipple, and Madison came again instantly, shrieking, convulsing,
screaming out "I'M A SLUT!" at the top of her lungs.

   Madison rolled over onto her stomach, exhausted.  Alyssa climbed up and
joined her on the couch after retrieving a couple of beers from the fridge.

   "Madison, you're quite the little dirty talker," Alyssa said, handing
her a beer.  The girls leaned back on the couch and Madison leaned her head
on Alyssa's shoulder.

   "Yeah, I - I get really into it," she said.  "And I probably say some
things that are more fantasy than reality.  But then they usually wind up
coming true anyway."

   "So, really - what's next.  I mean you - your videos are everywhere. 
And here's one more - two more really - to add to your collection."

   "Yeah - I really don't know," Madison said.

   "You know - I hope you're okay.  I worry about you!  What if you can't
get a job teaching because of all this?"

   "Yeah - honestly, I don't know.  It's probably getting to a point where,
you know - I'm not sure I could.  Or not one I want anyway."

   "Yeah.  I mean - do you still want to be a teacher?"

   "Sometimes.  But mostly I just - I mean I - I want to be a slut.  And a
Webslut."

   "So what are you still doing in school?"

   "Huh?"

   "I mean, I'd be pissed if - I don't judge, you know.  If I had a
daughter your age - and she wanted to be exposed and be a slut, I mean, I
wouldn't judge, but like - you don't need to go to school to be a slut, you
know?"

   "Yeah, just show off and take a lot of cock!" Madison said with a laugh.

   "Yeah, so I'd be pissed if I paid tens or hundreds of thousands of
dollars for my daughter to go to school and she decided she'd rather be an
amateur porn star or a Webslut."

   "Yeah." Alyssa started to rub Madison's leg.

   "And - are you really going to write stuff on yourself and - you know -
like - let the whole school know what you really are?"

   "I mean - it would be hot just to - to write something different on my
body, where everyone could see and I would not be able to cover it up. 
Really get a reputation.  Would be so degrading, and I'd never be able to
take it back, but..." she trailed off.

   "But?"

   "But the orgasms would be so intense!"

   "Yeah."

   "Just - be careful, you know?  I mean, you have sex with lots of people,
just stay safe."

   "Yeah."

   "I don't want to see you end up catching something, you know?"

   "Yeah," Madison laughed.  "I haven't really been the best about that, I
know.  I practically never use condoms, just - probably because I stopped
with my last boyfriend when I went on the pill.  And I honestly have lost
count of how many people I've had sex with at this point."

   "Wow - I mean - whoa.  Like, ballpark?"

   "Maybe twenty-five?" She guessed.  "Guys and girls.  I mean - let's see
- you, I fucked a guy last week.  There was one guy on my trip, the guy I
went ok there trip with - that's four so far.  Six more in the gangbang, my
old boss, the girl in the videos..." Madison trailed off.  "And do you
count swallowing someone's cum from a condom or letting a guy blow his load
on your face?  I guess maybe I'm not so bad, but I've been getting a LOT
worse recently.  And I - I'm sure there are a lot I'm forgetting."

   "Yeah, hey, as long as the tests come back negative, right?  But you
still need to, you know - maybe think about that stuff too, right?"

   "Well, I mean, it's not like I-"

   "Not like you what?  Get tested?!"

   "Not really."

   "Madison!  I mean - when was the last time you -"

   Madison shook her head.  "I've never -"

   "Madison!  You need to get tested!  Especially as much as you've been
sleeping around, I mean - really you should do it at least every month or
so!"

   "Yeah, I should," she admitted.  "I guess I just figured - if I don't
let anyone with warts or open sores -"

   "Damn!  Now you have ME worried!  I - you licked my ass, but damn!  Your
tongue was probably nastier than my ass!"

   "Yep!  I'm the only girl who can lick your ass and actually make your
ass dirtier!"

   "Get tested, please?"

   "I will." The girls shared a kiss, and sat in a long embrace, both
satisfied.  But Madison's mind could not stop.  She was already thinking
ahead - she only had about three months of school left, and she needed to
make them the wildest three months yet.  She knew that if she didn't, she'd
never forgive herself.