Webslut Madison Ch. 33 Part 02

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.

"Okay - Madison," officer martin continued. "I'm just going to be frank with you, can I do that?"

"Ummm - sure," Madison said slowly.

"I take it you're aware there are some - some raunchy things posted online about you."

"Oh, yes," Madison said. She blushed, embarrassed and smiled wide.

"Okay. We just need to come in and - because it's a little unusual for a young woman like you to - to post those kinds of things voluntarily - and I know you know what I'm talking about. We just need to come in and talk to you, and anyone else in here, and make sure this is all above board, do you know what I mean? Make sure you truly want to do this - to yourself, make sure you're not being forced, against your will, to-"

"To be a webslut?" She asked, opening the door a little farther.

"Yes, to -"

"Oh, um - yes, I mean, I'm - I know what I'm doing, I'm ruining my future." Madison could feel her pussy throbbing admitting this to a couple of cops who came and knocked on her door.

"If that's what you really want, let us in, we'll talk for a bit, check it out, and if that's really the case, you're an adult, you have the right to do that to yourself and we'll let you do it. We won't have a choice. Understand? Just - just keep it - you know. Don't make a scene in public or do anything public and indecent and we won't have any issues if you know what I mean."

Madison nodded submissively, opening the door as she dropped her hands to her sides, the full breadth of her nudity and the degree of her self-humiliation becoming apparent as the officers gazed upon her naked, marked body.

"Look, this IS what I want," Madison said firmly.

"We need to come in," Officer Wayne spoke up. "Can't have folks walking by seeing... you, like THIS," he said as he pointed at her. "Especially when cops get involved, everybody wants to gawk."

Madison nodded again and backed up, turned around and positioned herself in the center of the room, making a point not to cover anything - not her pussy, not her breasts, not the writing that still adorned her body.

"All of - that...". Officer Wayne pointed at the writing on her body as the officers got a good look at it for the first time.

"Yes, it's true... I'm a Webslut. I want everyone to help me ruin my life, and my real name is Madison Holt." She looked at one line in particular, suggesting that she was a 3-hole whore costing only $5. "Actually, that's not - that's not true, I haven't actually sold myself as a - I'm not a prostitute. It's a fantasy I've had but it's still just a fantasy."

"You can watch her old videos, she's fantasizing about that," Aaron spoke up. "Just call it research," he said with a smile. "You won't want to miss it, officers."

"And who are you?" Officer Martin asked.

"Oh, I'm - I'm Aaron, Aaron - Aaron Delfino. I'm - I'm just a friend helping her -" For the moment, the officers turned their attention back to Madison. "I mean, I do everything for free, honestly. But the rest of it is true."

"Rape meat?" Officer Wayne asked. "You're advertising yourself as... rape meat?"

Madison shook her head, her eyes beginning to well up. "I - it's not like - an - I mean, an advertisement - I - it's just hot that if, you know, someone were to do that..."

"To rape you?" Officer Martin inquired.

"Y-yes, to rape me, well, I - I might not - you know."

"Might not call the police?"

"Exactly, I'd just - sort of - let them."

"If you'd let them, it's not rape," Officer Martin explained, perplexed. "I mean, if it's consensual..."

"I know, it's just - maybe it's - a fantasy?" Madison said, sounding unsure of herself.

"Madison, be truthful with us, have you been raped?" Officer Wayne asked.

"What?" Madison asked, taken aback.

"I'm just asking - has anyone forced you to have sex or to perform sexual acts against your will. That's all."

"Why - why would you - who? When?"

"I don't know. Any-"

"No, no, I haven't been raped." Madison shook her head. "And Aaron, he - he hasn't raped me or anything or done anything wrong. This was all my idea. If you look at our messages, I asked for this. Asked for help with - with running myself, going viral."

"Sorry mom and dad," officer Martin said, reading the next to last line written on her body. "I hope they accept your apology someday, because right now, your mother is - she's very worried about you," he went on. As much ad he enjoyed the sight of her body, degraded for all, he also was trying to talk some sense into her. But as he suspected, she wasn't going to have it.

"So, umm - are we good?" Madison asked. "Like - I really did ask for this," she explained.

It was Officer Martin who took the lead. "So - again - you aren't in trouble, okay? I mean - are you sure this is really what you want?"

"Yes - yes," Madison admitted. Her head dropped and she looked at the writing on her body. She knew the officers were taking it all in, doing their jobs to be sure, but not without ogling her in the process. "My pussy is soaking wet right now, I'm so fucking turned on."

"By - by what?" Officer Wayne asked nervously. He wondered if he should have just kept his mouth shut - he wasn't sure if he was asking that question because of his professional duties, or if he was getting turned on too, wanting Madison to embarrass and humiliate herself further, wanting her to have to admit what she was doing.

Madison smirked. "All of this - you officers here - questioning me about whether I really want to," she stopped for a moment, swallowed her saliva nervously, and trembled as she continued to speak. "To ruin my life, be a Webslut, be disowned by my family... be humiliated."

"Okay, I'm sorry, I -"

"Don't be sorry," Madison said with a big grin. "I don't mind, I mean, I - I kinda like it - the cops come in and make me stand here naked and answer all these questions - ask me a hundred different ways if this is really what I want, like it's a - like it's an eternal, absolute rejection of the idea that someone might have put me up to it." Madison paused for a moment, with the officers just staring at her, open-mouthed. "And that thing is on I'm sure," she said, pointing to the body cam that the officers had been wearing. Officer Wayne, at least, had been adjusting his vest the entire time, ensuring the whole scene was captured, and making it obvious that the camera was on. It's not like Madison wasn't used to being filmed naked and humiliating herself. She just wasn't used to the cops doing it to her.

"Like - it's just - you're filming me, as I admit that I wanted all this, so I can't take it back - it's like the ultimate humiliation," she explained. She trembled hard, more turned on than she had been in a good, long time. It didn't help that she desperately needed to cum, that she had been turned on but denied for quite some time. "I - you have - do you know what that kind of humiliation does to me? To a slut like me?"

"O - okay," officer Martin finally spoke up. "I think we just need to separate the two of you for a moment. Madison, why don't you stay in here and Aaron, go out in the hall with Officer Wayne and we can just make sure everything is above board and then we'll determine what's going to happen," he explained.

Aaron nodded and stood to walk out of the room, where Officer Wayne followed him, allowing the door to close behind him.

"So, Aaron - you heard her say this was all her idea?"

"Yes, Sir," he replied. "This - she had posted online asking for someone to help her with this, and to be honest, I thought it was hot, and I reached out to her -"

"Okay. I mean, you'd agree this - what she's doing isn't exactly normal behavior and - you can understand why we have questions, can't you?"

"Yeah, sure, I mean, it's - she's completely crazy for wanting this. I mean, it's fucking stupid what she's - but it's all her, really, I mean it's what she wants. I'm just going - you know, helping her with it because it's - as crazy as it is, it's hot to watch her destroy herself like that. I mean how often do you find someone so willing...."

"Yeah, ok. Now she mentioned there were messages?"

"Sure." Aaron pulled out his phone and showed the messages to Officer Wayne.

"I guess I'm looking for someone to push me to admit on all my socials that I'm Webslut Madison and maybe post a couple of my more tame pictures so they don't get reported. Would you be interested in something like that? Like I need someone to be there and get me turned on and talk me into it, lol."

The officer kept reading. "So... she did want you to talk her into it based on this. I guess I'm confused as to where the lines of consent were. Was she willing to do this to herself, or did she need convincing?"

"Both," Aaron said after thinking for a moment. "She begged me to convince her, to make sure she went through with it."

"And did she have any way of - you know, of backing out if she changed her mind?"

"I guess not, but - she really didn't need much convincing," Aaron said. "I mean, ifI really thought she was chickening out or changing her mind, I would have - I would have called it off. But she seemed to - the more turned on - she got, she just - she wanted it even more, and she's been begging to ruin her life all night so I just don't see - you know, what the issue is. Except, like you said. It's really stupid. For her."

"Okay, Aaron," Officer Wayne replied. "Let's just hang out here, we'll see what she says. I'll talk to Officer Martin and we'll see what's going to happen, okay?" Aaron nodded. Somehow he was starting to feel better.

Meanwhile, Officer Martin talked to Madison. "I just need to do my job and make sure you aren't a victim here, that's why I came out here tonight. So I have to ask you, now that he is out of the room - if we need to help you with anything, this is the time to speak up and we can help you. Or this is really what you want?"

Madison stood in the center of the room, in front of the television. She stood, spreading her legs wide. She pulled her hair back and placed her hands behind her head, locking her fingers.

"I stand in this - this pose - with my legs spread, offering my cunt, my hands clasped behind my back, because I - I want to portray with my body, remove any doubt that this is what I crave, what I need even. That I am truly relinquishing any right that I ever had to self-respect, to consideration, to respect from anyone else. I am an object, to be used and discarded, to be shared and ruined. I am a slut and a cunt. I absolutely crave to ruin my own life and reputation and I fully accept the consequences."

Officer Martin's mouth dropped as he watched her, and his pants showed a visible bilge. "You're - you're sure? I just - I'm leaning toward letting you keep going, Madison. I just need to be a hundred percent sure you're asking for this. I mean, it all points to yes right now. I just - it's hard to believe."

"I know it's hard to believe and it's not what I should want for myself. But I am Webslut Madison Holt. I choose to be exposed permanently online as a slut. It is my choice. I am choosing to deliberately ruin my life, my future, and my relationships. I have not been forced, coerced, or threatened but make this decision willingly." She paused as she trembled, licking her lips. "I would swear in court that my ultimate goal is to be - to be fully ruined, to be the biggest Webslut, to have people search my name online and find my most explicit content. It's my goal to completely go viral so everyone knows I'm a slut, so I'm completely, absolutely ruined forever and I can't ever take it back." Madison, still holding her pose, looked down at the floor. Officer Martin did nothing to stop her, but stood, mouth gaping, catching the scene on his body cam.

"I will be a laughingstock," she continued. "A pariah. I am a stupid slut and I am a cunt," she continued, making sure not to use the word whore, not with the cops anyway, lest they ask further questions. "I know I'm not supposed to want this." She swallowed nervously. Her pussy was soaked and leaking down her thigh. "It's - you think I'm too pretty, too smart, too young. I'm sacrificing so much. I know I'm giving up a good life." Madison looked at the camera. "But I want to suffer. I want to regret it. Because I do want this because it makes me cum so fucking hard. I'm addicted to it, to the rush of self-destruction, to suffering, to ruining myself." Madison raised hand and slapped her face. "I wanted that," she explained. "I want to live in the agony of my arousal. I chose this, and if you want proof, I beg you to feel - to feel in between my legs," she said, still trembling. "To feel my cunt, how - how indescribably moist it is, dripping wet, begging to be - exposed, ridiculed, ruined - how it's dripping down my leg, how it would willingly accept whatever you or anyone else wants to do to it, put inside it. My hands are clasped to show that I make no effort to - to restrict access to my body or my holes, to hide from anyone or anything."

"Madison, I - as - I can't do that, I'm not going to touch you," Officer Martin said. He licked his own lips looking at the poor girl. My god, he wanted to use her, devour her even. Never in his love had he seen such a spectacle. Madison fell to her knees, keeping her legs spread. She stuck her tongue out and rolled her eyes into the back of her head, making herself look as dumb and useless as possible. "I can't," he continued. "It goes against... our code of conduct." He struggled to explain it as he looked at her, watching her humiliate herself.

"They might enjoy it," she said as she pointed at the computer.

"I'm sure they would, I mean - it would be a good porno, but I can't." Madison nodded.

"So... I'm not in trouble, right? I mean - do you see how much I want it? Even if you didn't touch my pussy? I mean, the offer stands..."

"Yeah, I - I have to go talk to Wayne." Madison nodded again.

"Wait," she said.

"Yes?

Madison stood, turned around, and slowly bent at the waist. Her hands instinctively went to her ass cheeks, which she spread wide as she bent over, exposing her bare asshole to the officer. She was desperate for him to just take her and use her. He just stared for a moment, watching her, seeing how she spread herself.

"Madison - that's -" he began, trying to find the words. "Next time the police come knocking, you really ought to put some clothes on. I know technically this isn't public, but - this is the kind of thing that - if I wanted to be an asshole, you'd end up in the hold for the night, you know?"

Madison turned around and stood up and smiled. "I know," she said seductively. The bulge in Officer Martin's pants was plainly visible as he turned to walk to the door. Opening it, he called for Wayne.

"As far as I can tell, it's legit. I hate to say it, but I think she wants it."

"Yeah, I mean, they both seem to agree that it was her idea to start with, that she's not doing anything she doesn't want to do." Officer Wayne replied.

"And if she - if she says she wants it, she wants to do this, then I mean, legally, that's her right to ruin herself like this as long as she's not out there stripping in public. Even if she's posting stuff she shouldn't online, on socials and stuff - that's not us. I mean - I think we have to let them keep going and report back."

"We can always keep an eye on the livestream," Officer Wayne replied.

"Oh, you would, wouldn't you?"

"Just to make sure she's safe," he replied.

Officer Martin looked at him, saying with his expression that he knew Officer Wayne just wanted to watch the girl destroy herself. But he motioned for Officer Wayne to call for Aaron, and then they all entered the room where Madison sat on the bed.

"So, after we've had a chance to speak with both of you," officer Martin began, "we see that - it looks like this is all consensual. So if that changes, Madison, you call us, okay?" She smiled politely and nodded. "And don't let us catching you exposing yourself in public." Madison nodded again. "And I suggest that - that - you're - what you're doing - it's really worrying your parents, your mom, so I would give her a call and maybe think about how this is affecting her and the rest of your family and friends. And - think about a different path. This is a - I've seen ruin, rock bottom. It isn't fun. This doesn't lead anywhere good. I know I'd be heartbroken if you were my daughter."

Madison looked up and smiled, crossed her right leg over her left and swung her foot back and forth. "But I'm not.... not your daughter," she said with a smile. "And when it's not your daughter, sometimes, you just want to see the girl get it, don't you? Get used, corrupted, broken.... humiliated? Ruined? Just - one thing. If my parents sent you out here - I'm - please don't tell them where I am."

Officer Martin shook his head. "Just... take care of yourself Madison. And call us if you have any problems." She nodded and the officers walked out the door.

"Speaking of the live stream, was that still on?"

"Yeah I'm pretty sure."

"I mean - I know people are allowed to video us. After everything that's happened, we can't really stop them -"

"Yeah, I mean we have BWCs anyway."

"See, good thing you didn't let that get out of hand, and now we have proof."

Officer Wayne switched off his body camera and watched as Officer Martin did the same. "I would have liked to have pounded her good though," Wayne said.

"That little slut was begging for it. The question is, how do we break it to her mom?"

Madison walked to the computer, smiling seductively. "So, um.... I'm sure you saw, but two cops just came to check on me. Not sure what that's about, but, um... they said this was all consensual and left. So now I think maybe that frees me up to take an extra step, if you know what I mean. Find me, if you're local, DM me, I'll have my friend go through my messages and pick a few of you to come and fuck me. Now that the cops found me and left, nobody can stop me. Right?" She bit her lip and stood up.

"Six hundred thousand," Aaron reported.

Meanwhile, the officers sat down in the cruiser, and Officer Martin dialed Laura. He took a deep breath and sighed.

"Hello?" Laura answered.

"Hello, Ms. Holt, this is Officer Martin with the police department. I just wanted to reach out and let you know we were able to make contact with your daughter."

"Oh my god! Is she okay?"

"Seems fine. A little troubled, but.... Ms. Holt, I don't want to be the bearer of bad news here, but after we made contact - it appears she's chosen this for herself. And as she's a consenting adult... there's - we can't intervene. Advise, yes, which we did, but we can't stop her." Laura began to sob. Mark, her husband, sat beside her on the couch, stroking her back.

"Wh-where is she?" Laura asked, through her tears.

"That's the other thing," Officer Martin said, sighing deeply. "She asked us not to divulge her location. And as a grown adult... we have to respect that."

Laura completely lost it at that point. She cried heavily, barely able to breathe. She was unable to speak another word, although she tried, and she wasn't even sure what to say. Part of her wanted to thank the cops, and part of her wanted to tell them to go to hell. If she could have spoken, she probably wouldn't have been polite. But in her anger and sorrow, she quickly hung up, tossed the phone down and buried her head in mark's chest.

"Honey, what's - what did they say?"

Laura shook her head and sobbed. The tears poured from her eyes and soaked Mark's shirt. Finally, after what seemed like forever, Laura sniffled deeply, closed her eyes and wailed. "Our daughter is a stupid webslut whore!"

(to be continued...)