Webslut Madison

Madison's mother picked up the phone and dialed.

"911, what's your emergency?" Came the voice on the other line.

"Hi, um - my name is Laura and I'm calling because - um - there's some really weird sexual stuff posted online about my daughter and I don't even know where she is, and I - I just.-"

"Ma'am, I need you to calm down, okay? And I'll do my best to help you, but I need some more information, okay?"

Laura nodded absent mindedly before saying "Ok," to the operator.

"How old is your daughter?"

"Twenty-three."

"Oh, okay. So she's an adult..."

"Y-yes. But I don't know where she is and I'm afraid someone is forcing her to do this, she's even live right now!"

"Okay - what is she being forced to do, ma'am?

"To - to go on live - naked - posting disgusting, humiliating filth -"

"Okay, okay, I understand. I can get you to an officer at the station who can advise you from here, okay?"

"Okay," said Laura through her tears.

Moments later a man introduced himself on the line. "Hello, I'm Officer Martin, City Police. I understand you have an issue with your daughter?"

Laura answered frantically. "Yes! Oh, thank God. She's in - I think she's in some kind of trouble, there - she's posting all this - this - well, it's basically pornography - I don't know where to - I mean, I just think - it's not her, it can't be her, someone is forcing her -"

"Okay. Ma'am, ma'am. Please - I know you're upset and I know you need our help, I just - I need you to take a breath, just calm down a smidge. Just tell me - first of all, your name and your daughter's name?"

"I'm Laura Holt, my daughter - she's Madison Holt."

"And where are these things being posted?"

"Socials, every one of them."

"What - is it photos? Videos? Can you tell me what the content is?"

Laura sniffled. "All of it..." She stopped for a moment. "There are photos, links to photos..."

"What kind of photos?"

"She wrote - expose me please, Webslut Madison, humiliate me! On her body in marker!" Laura cried hard as she spoke those words. "My little girl! How could she! No, someone..."

"How old is she?" The officer asked.

"Twenty-three."

"Well - I mean, ma'am - at that age, as - as humiliating and poorly thought out as it might be, if she really did post it -"

Laura cut him off. "That's the thing! My sweet girl would not do this to herself! She's wanted to be a teacher ever since - well, ever since third grade. And to give that up? No, I'm telling you. Someone is blackmailing her, someone has kidnapped her even. She won't take my calls, she won't -"

"What about the posts?" The officer asked. Sitting in front of his computer, he was beginning to locate Madison's socials.

"Is this her?" He asked. He went on to read the post.

"I am really nothing more than a slut that loves to be seen naked and I want to be seen by all my family and friends and humiliated for what I am. I'm all over the internet known as Webslut Madison. I know I'm stupid for doing this to myself. I know it will absolutely ruin me, but that's what I want. It makes me feel so good, makes me cum so hard and I can't stop. I don't want to stop. I crave complete public exposure and humiliation forever."

"Yes! See how awful!" Laura said in disbelief. "Here's another one: Ruin my reputation and my life, I need it. Tell your friends. Repost so I lose all control and can't ever be forgotten."

"Ma'am - I'm sorry, I know this must not be easy -"

"Thank you but - she keeps - posting - or someone does, posting asking for - to be ruined, humiliated, spread around! Can we find whoever is doing this to her and - can we save her, please?"

Officer Martin, however, had just found some videos of her. "Will you make my dirty little cunt go viral?" She begged. His mouth dropped open as he watched, stammering.

I'm - confessing everything on all my socials - because - like - I know I'm ruining myself, my life and my future, but - I've already posted confessions today. Google me, Webslut Madison, and like - repost me, everywhere - make it so I can't ever undo this. I am sacrificing myself for this. I know it and I - I need to be exposed and ruined and I want all my friends, my family, everyone who knows me to know how nasty I really am! So please, do this for me? Please make me nothing but a humiliated exposed slut with no future? And make it - make it awful, make it burn. I want to cry in shame and humiliation."

"I want to go viral on social media for being such a fucking slut! Don't save me, don't help me, it's - ohhhhh it's what I really want!" Clearly someone had clipped some of the worst things she had said together and made a slightly different version of her video.

"Ma'am - have you watched the videos?" Officer Martin asked.

"N-no, I couldn't - I can't watch those -"

"I can see why," he remarked bluntly. He watched a video of Madison, someone had made a montage of her slapping her own face repeatedly. Then the video played of her sitting in her car, begging to be exposed. "Help me, push me, help me get ruined! Make me cry when I regret it, make good girl Madison cry, make her cry when I have to admit all this to my family! But you now what? I want to cry." Then another short clip. "I ruined myself. I destroyed my future, and I literally couldn't be happier. God, mom and dad are going to hate hearing that but it's SO FUCKING TRUE!"

"Ma'am - I really don't want to be the bearer of bad news here but, from what I see in these posts and videos, it does not look at all like your daughter is being forced here.

"So - so she-"

"That's what it looks like. Like she made the decision herself. I don't see any indication that any of this is against her will."

"No, no no!" Laura exclaimed, unable to accept what she was hearing. "My poor, sweet Maddie would not - would never do this to herself!"

"Ma'am, I - I just found her live stream. She's actively going as we speak."

"I have to find her! How do I find her, I don't even know where she is?!"

"Did she make any statements to you asking you not to contact her?"

"No, she..."

"Does she have any - anyone who might want to hurt her? Does she owe anybody any money?"

"No!"

"Ma'am, just trying to be thorough."

"Can you please, please help me find her?!"

"She's in a hotel room it looks like. That's all I can tell at the moment. It's not like it's on television, where it takes ten seconds and -"

"What hotel? Can you trace the livestream?!"

"Easiest thing we could do is - if we had her cell phone number we could get a pretty good idea where she is, what hotel. Then we could do a well being check, but that's all. If we find her, if the hotel doesn't stonewall

us, if we make contact - if she says it's consensual, she's an adult and it's her decision if she wants to for his to herself. There's nothing we can do at that point"

Laura quickly provided Madison's phone number as well as her own. She sat down on the couch in her living room and cried as her husband Mark tried to console her.

Meanwhile, officer Martin sent Madison's number to his colleagues to try to get a location on her. They would get in touch with him if they found something, and in the meantime all he could do is watch the live stream, which is where he turned his attention. After all, it was a work assignment, even if his pants started to bulge at the sight of her.

He saw Madison, crawling on the floor of the hotel bathroom, on her knees, stopping to look up at the camera.

"I have almost half a million views now on my - like - my main exposure post. So I'm almost halfway there!" She laughed and smiled.

"Probably like 90% of the way there. Remember, exponential."

"Yeah, true," she said with a laugh.

"So you've doxxed yourself tonight, ruined your life, trashed your reputation, run from your parents, been fucked, humiliated yourself, ran down the hallway naked, sucked off a delivery guy and abused yourself. Basically all live streamed."

"Like the dumb little exposed slut I am!"

"So why are you on your knees in the bathroom?"

"Because guys keep tasking me to - like, lick the toilet."

"And...?"

"I'm not going to disappoint them!" She laughed. "Plus...it would be so humiliating, wouldn't it? Wouldn't it be the perfect way to show everyone - my friends and family - how - what I really am, how much I crave this - to be ruined. I mean - nobody with any shred of self respect is going to lick a toilet on live stream and post it with their name..."

"You're different though, Madison. You don't have any self respect."

Madison stared into the toilet bowl, the seat still down. "I know, I don't." She paused, looking at the porcelain in front of her. "I don't want any. I don't want anyone else to respect me either."

"Then what do you want them to do?"

"Use me...ruin me. Spread me. Make it impossible for me to ever have a good life and make me suffer and regret my choices daily." Madison looked up at the camera, held by Aaron, then back at the toilet, taking in what she was about to do. She took a deep breath and looked back at him and slapped herself in the face hard.

"I deserve to lick the toilet," she said, cracking a slight grin. Madison was consumed by arousal. "I've already destroyed myself. And my family, and - and l still need it to be worse."

Madison looked down at the toilet, pulled her hair back, and took her tongue and made a long swipe down the length of the top of the seat.

"Come on, whore, get your tongue on the rim." Madison looked up and smiled, raised the lid, and moaned loudly as she pressed her tongue against the top of the rim, slowly

"Oh my God, you - you know that's a hotel room toilet. Do you know how many people have probably used this thing?"

"I mean, it looks clean," giggled Madison.

"Yeah. That's not the point..."

"Yeah, true," she said. She thought about how many thousands of people must have pissed and shit right where her mouth was. "Get closer," she told Aaron. He practically stood over top of her as she lowered her head again. "I want more," she whispered, and lowered her head into the bowl. She greedily scrubbed her tongue along the side of the bowl, moaning, kissing, licking. Finally she plunged her face in, opened her mouth, closed it, and raised her head up. Water dripped off her face as she opened her mouth, put her head back, and gargled. She closer met mouth again and swallowed. "Mmmmm," she said and smiled. "God, I'm a stupid Webslut."

"Did you just drink toilet water?"

Madison laughed. "Yeah, oh my God, gross. Get out of here, I have to brush my teeth!"

Aaron backed up as Madison looked around in her bag for a toothbrush, found it, and went to the sink. "You ever drink piss?" He asked.

"I tried a taste of my own once. Been a while." She put the toothbrush in her mouth and started to brush.

"Ever do it again?"

"Would I? I don't know. It's not something I really found hot."

Aaron nodded as Madison spit into the sink and started to rinse off the toothbrush. She looked a little silly standing there brushing her teeth like she was just any other girl, concerned about where her mouth had just been. After all, the writing from earlier was still visible as ever - "Webslut" across her upper chest, "Ruin my Life" just under her breasts, and "Madison Holt (real name)" right under that. "3 hole whore - $5" was across her navel. "Sorry mom and dad" was on her lower abdomen and "rape meat" was written just above her pussy.

"Jesus Christ," officer Martin said out loud when he saw her come into full view, showing the writing in all its glory. "This slut really wants it...I feel sorry for that lady, but damn. This girl knows what she's doing."

At the hotel, Aaron pulled out his phone. "Over half a million! Nice job Madison!" She smiled and blushed.

"Come on guys, we're in the home stretch! Let's get me to a million and ruin me for good!" She egged on her viewers, smiling big. "I can't believe I just licked a hotel room toilet." She laughed. "It like - it wasn't even that bad, like - it's - I'm sure they clean it -"

Meanwhile, someone at the police station was able to get a read on her location. "Officer Martin, she's at the Halfway Inn, off Route 69. Do you want to head over there and do a wellness check?"

Officer Martin almost coughed, but regained his composure. "Uh - sure, I'll head over there now," he said. He took a glance at the screen again. Madison had made her way out of the bathroom, and on the live stream she was thanking her viewers and asking for suggestions for what to do next. Officer Martin picked up his keys and motioned for his partner, Wayne, to head for the cruiser, neglecting to even navigate away from the live stream on his computer.

"Any ideas you guys have?" Madison asked. "I - I mean I can't really leave the room. I don't want - I'm sure my parents are looking and I don't want them finding me. So - it's not like I can - I mean, I could go out somewhere but I don't - it's not a good idea to attract attention to myself. So I need things I can do here, in the room. Just message me or something, I'll look in a few minutes and I'll pick the best ones. Until then," Madison stood up and walked over to the window, the lamp near the air conditioner illuminating her body as she stood, posing, wondering if anyone could see her.

A few minutes later, Aaron and Madison sat down to check the ideas.

"Wreck your pussy with something big like a water bottle, wine bottle or something that size," she read. "Stay in the room while your friend goes to find a guy for you to hook up with, bring him back and Madison should be blindfolded and he has his way with her without her ever seeing who it is. All live streamed." Madison stopped reading. "WOW, that is really hot, like - such a great one!" She paused and let Aaron read some suggestions. "Take her to a strip club....well we'd have to stop the live stream, right? Hmmm. Let's see, piss on her in the shower, or have her piss on herself...answer a bunch of humiliating questions."

"I don't know..." Madison said.

"Oh - blast your current location on socials and invite all your followers to come fuck you."

"Wow, holy shit," Madison laughed. "Tall about ruined..." her voice trailed off, imagining what that would be like. She looked off to her left, with Aaron watching her as she reacted.

"Madison - oh my God. You're actually thinking about that one, aren't you?"

"I mean - just a fantasy. Not that I'm going to do it - it would be - it would defeat the purpose of coming here. Because then my parents could just come. Or try to get time out of here or something. You know they're trying to track me down right now." She looked away again, thinking of them. How selfish she had been, throwing away the future they wanted for her, they were buying for her with every rent payment and tuition check. She threw away her parents' love and respect for her, they really truly loved her as any parent should. They were wonderful parents and role models too. And here she was, in a seedy hotel, hiding from them as she intentionally destroyed her life and reputation. How sick!

"You know," Aaron said, breaking her train of thought. "You could post that anyone can come fuck you and if they're serious just send you a DM and you'll respond with location.

"How do I make sure I'm - not like - getting catfished by someone who's working with my parents?"

"Just use one of the socials they don't. And then hope you get to a million before they can get to you."

"Yeah, 'cause I'm pretty sure they would chain my hands to my ankles and never let me touch myself again!"

"Ooh, kinky..." Aaron joked.

"I mean - I don't know, I'm already kind of a huge slut. Maybe it doesn't matter."

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Madison, still nude but covered in writing, scurried over to the door and looked through the peephole. "It's the cops!" She whispered to Aaron, who was not far behind.

"Cops? Shit!" He whispered back.

"I know! Please tell me you ordered male strippers, because if you didn't....there are two very real police officers right - there!" She whispered pointing to the door.

"Police! Can you open up please!" Came the call from the other side of the door.

"I thought they'd be harder to find," muttered officer Wayne.

"Never figured she'd be naked standing provocatively by the window," officer Martin replied. "Oh, Wayne - make sure your BWC is on. I don't know what we're walking into but I assure you, we don't want to be falsely accused in this situation." Of course, he was referring to his body cam, and Officer Martin had already activated his the moment he stepped out of the cruiser.

"What do I do?" Madison asked in the other side of the door.

"I don't know..." Aaron replied. "But you're going to have to convince them this was all your idea!"

"It WAS all my idea!" Madison whispered back.

Aaron pointed to the door as if to suggest that Madison plead her case to the officers, that she was wasting her breath telling him instead. A million thoughts raced through her head, as she replayed her actions in her mind, trying to think of any crimes she might have committed. Character assassination, perhaps, although that wasn't actually a crime despite the nomenclature. Slander? Was it a crime to slander oneself? Of course she didn't know slander was merely a civil matter, not somethjng that the police would involve themselves in, nor was it possible to commit slander by speaking the truth. And everything she had said about herself, down to the juiciest, most degrading morsel, had been true.

Maybe it was her displays at the window. Maybe someone had complained? Someone had seen? Oh, God, she thought - maybe someone saw her prancing naked down the hallway. Someone who didn't want to see her. Or someone who didn't want her boyfriend to see. She wondered if those guys had been able to keep straight faces when they went back to their girlfriends. Or that delivery driver...perhaps he had too many questions to answer when he finally made it back to work. Madison took a deep breath and exhaled. Maybe she had actually attracted too much attention and they were looking to arrest her, she thought. Then again, maybe it was nothing serious. Maybe she could talk her way out of it?

All of those thoughts raced through her mind in a matter of seconds, though it seemed like ages. She was trapped, though. There was no other way out. The police officer knocked again. "Police! We're just trying to make sure everything is OK!"

Madison looked at Aaron, confused. Maybe she wasn't in any trouble at all? Or maybe it was a trick, trying to get her to open the door. One thing was for sure - she was getting a click out of the adrenaline rush. Slowly, Madison opened the door, without even bothering to put clothes on. Slowly, she craned her neck, putting her head in the crack created by the partially open door. "Hi, I - uhh - what's going on?" She asked nervously.

"Why don't you tell us?" Officer Martin said.

"We're - we're just here to make sure you are okay," officer Wayne added.

"I - like - am I in trouble or something?"

"No, I mean, not with us, anyway. We're just here if you need some kind of help, can we come in?"

"Wh- what kind of help?" Madison asked. She may have opened the door another inch or so, but didn't make any significant move toward letting the police inside the room.

Officer Martin paused. This wasn't a time to beat around the bush, but he also needed to ensure Madison's cooperation to do his job. He took a deep breath, tried to relax himself and explained. "Madison - you're Madison, right? Madison Holt?"

Madison turned and looked back at Aaron. "Y-yes, how do you -" she trailed off as she spoke, wondering how the cops knew her name. "Have you been-" she started but she wasn't quite sure how to finish.