Madison really had a rough couple of weeks to begin her August. She continued to force herself to be nude inside her apartment; her roommate was almost never there. She seemed to vacillate between crying softly to herself, ashamed of what she had done, and fucking herself senseless. Every day, it seemed that she would wake up, realize she was even more exposed than the day before, fuck herself, and then cry herself to sleep. She would sleep into the afternoon, wake up, think about trying to change- trying to take down all the content and get her reposters to do the same.
Then she would be stricken by anxiety and decide to go for a run. She'd put on something skimpy and run around for a half hour or so, come back to her apartment and convince herself it might not be so bad, that maybe nobody would ever really find her. She would eat dinner and jump on the computer and give some random guy - or group of guys - a webcam show, writing on her body and humiliating herself for them until she exhausted herself again. She'd take a shower and softly cry herself to sleep again.
And then she'd do it all over. Some days she worked and that helped to break the cycle, but half the time she felt like she was a dead girl walking. She became unusually frisky. At work, she constantly tried to get Shawn to fuck her - and succeeded a couple of times - and Hannah too. Hannah was acting a little strange around her, though. One day she even asked her if something was wrong, but Hannah just brushed her off. Madison secretly wondered if Hannah had found something of hers online.
Finally, it was time for school to start again. Madison was relieved. The summer had dragged on, and she was eager to get back into the routine of class and schoolwork and out of her cycle of masturbating, sleeping, and crying. As time went on, she cried less. It was almost like she had become a little numb to who she had become and how exposed she was, or maybe she had just learned to accept it. It just didn't seem to touch the same nerve.
Then, the Saturday before classes were supposed to start, she got a text. It was Dan.
"Hey there, you back in town?" He asked.
"I never really left," she replied.
"Awesome. Want to meet up?"
"I don't know," she replied.
"Are you busy?" He asked.
"No," she wrote back.
"Then meet me at my apartment in an hour. Wear something sexy. Or the whole class finds out all about how much of a nasty little slut you are."
"Damn," thought Madison. "He really picked up right where he left off, didn't he?" She chuckled a little to herself, wondering if half the class already had seen her naked and exposed and begging to be ruined. "Ohhh, fuck," she said as she realized she'd be going to class on Monday with a lump in her throat, not knowing which of her classmates or professors might have bumped into her videos online.
"Dan doesn't even know how much of a nasty little slut I am," she thought as she chuckled again. "Or...does he?" She took a deep breath and exhaled, thinking that Dan would never let her have a moment's peace if he knew - and she'd be his plaything for the whole year.
"Okay, see you in an hour," she replied.
Madison quickly set about making preparations for her evening. She knew Dan was going to want and expect sex, that much was a given, and she was determined not to disappoint him. She stated her makeup, applying smoky eye shadow, and then went to her closet to pick out something to wear.
"Wear something sexy," she thought. The message from Dan rang in her mind over and over. What he really meant, she knew, was that he expected her to dress like a slut. Simply dressing in a way that most guys would find "sexy" was not going to cut it.
The first thing she thought of was a top which she had recently purchased on her last day at we summer job - when she had turned her badge in with her online blackmailer's permission. It was on clearance, as the store was getting rid of its summer stock, and she used her employee discount to boot. It was orange, knit, cropped just a few inches under her breasts, low cut, and had built-in padding so it could be worn comfortably without a bra. It had thin straps holding it up at the shoulders, and the back was nothing but four thin straps - two crossing the top of her back in an "x" pattern, one crossing her back horizontally where the claps of an ordinary bra would be, and another horizontal one a little lower, which was a continuation of the bottom hem of front of the top but, as the top was cropped rather short, crossed her mid-back at her natural waist.
"I hope this is sexy enough," she said. She put it on and looked at herself. She was already getting aroused. "This is going to be my life soon," she thought. "About three more months and my closet is basically going to be half shirts and mini skirts. Unless I chicken out, that is."
She slapped her face. It was something she did on an almost daily basis now, and it made her instantly aroused. "Find a skirt, you dumb slut," she said aloud to herself. "And don't even think about wearing panties."
The skirt she chose was, likewise, a recent purchase. It was a little pinstripe skirt with a slit up the right side revealing her entire thigh. "Damn," she thought once she had it on. "Anyone could reach right through the slit and feel my pussy." It rested high on her thigh and about three inches below her navel - although in recent years high waisted skirts and shorts seemed to be in fashion, lately Madison still liked to go for the lower-waisted or mid-rise options because she felt that her pierced bellybutton should always be on display, although she secretly hoped the lower-rise options would come back into fashion soon.
She put on a pair of black leather ankle boots with metal zippers. For some reason, although they weren't as high as stilettos, she felt like there was something about thee boots that secretly gave away the fact that she was a complete slut.
"Should I wear a jacket?" She wondered. She thought about the leather jacket she had worn last time she saw Dan. "No, you dumb whore!" She said, slapping her face again. "It's fucking August! It's not like you're going to get cold!"
Madison looked in the mirror. "Pfft. Jacket," she muttered. "You'd do anything to convince yourself to cover up a little, wouldn't you? Don't you remember how many people have seen you naked?!" It was true - her most popular video online by now had over seventy thousand views.
She decided she needed to do one more thing to prepare - she grabbed a candy apple red lip gloss and applied it expertly. She couldn't help but glance down at her cleavage as she stood, bending slightly forward, looking at her reflection on her full-length mirror.
"Are you ready to go get yourself destroyed, you little slut?" She asked herself.
"Yes, mistress," she told herself seductively. Having had a lot of time to herself lately, she had become accustomed to playing the part of her own mistress as an alter ego, forcing her submissive side to plumb the depths of her sexual depravity, and this situation was no different. I've already been ruined for you, now I'm ready to get destroyed. I want to go get wrecked!"
Madison winked at her reflection, grabbed a small pocketbook, and raced out the door. She didn't so much as notice anyone staring her down, looking at her like a sizzling steak as she walked toward Dan's apartment. Truth be told, there were more people out than normal - lots of college students hitting the parties on the weekend before classes started, as one would expect - but Madison didn't have time to get caught up in any extracurriculars with them - she was on a mission. A few short minutes later, Madison took a deep breath, exhaled, and knocked on the door.
"Hi, Dan!" She said excitedly as he opened the door. She extended her arms and gave him a hug like long lost friends who hadn't seen each other often enough lately. As she did, looking over his shoulder, she saw not four, not six, but eight guys gathered around the living room. And what she quickly noticed was that, if she hadn't been ogled enough on her walk over to the apartment, well, she certainly was now. The guys were looking at her like aquarium sharks at feeding time.
"How have you been?" She asked Dan politely but a little nervously as they ended their hug. She looked around the room, wondering who these guys were and - perhaps more importantly - why they were ogling her so.
"Shit, what is this?" She wondered. "What is he - what are they planning to - fuck, I wasn't ready for -"
Her thought was interrupted as Dan began to speak.
"Madison, I'd like to introduce you to my friends. Don't worry, none of them go to school here or anything. We all graduated high school together four years ago. They came down to visit so, you know - I figured we could all hang out for the night."
"Oh, sure," she said, blushing. "Hi, Dan's friends!" She said to the room, putting on her best dumb bimbo act. As she spoke, Dan reached behind her and coyly reached up her skirt, grabbing her ass. Her heart was pounding - she expected they were going to be alone. Why did he care how she dressed if he had eight friends over? She had to know, so she leaned in and whispered into his ear.
"So why did I have to dress sexy for this?" She asked.
