Madison's Halloween Predicament -- Chapter 2

[Johnny Lawrence]

Chapter 2


Madison went home that night, determined to put the events out of her mind. Her friend could be like that sometimes, and in those situations all you could do was humor her. Nod your head, express some mild interest, and just ignore it until Kristen got distracted by the next fad. Fortunately, this time it seemed that all it was going to cost her was a hundred bucks a month. Maybe they would steal her credit card information, but the bank could clear that up. A relatively cheap lesson, all things considered.

She had spent another two and a half hours there, alternating between searching for evidence to disprove Kristen's wild theory and relenting and letting Kristen show another "disturbing" video.

Regardless of the woman, the stories were all basically the same. A small town cop, or group of cops, would pull over an attractive woman from out of town. The pretext for the stop would always be something ridiculous. Then they would take her out of the car, handcuff her, conduct a public strip search right there on the side of the highway, and then bring her back to the town jail where they'd take turns fucking her. The women were the same too. All started out indignant, saying things like "do you know who my father is?" or "You don't know who you're messing with, I'm a CEO/lawyer/city councilwoman." And by a few minutes into the search, they were all grinding their hips in the air, searching for more contact from the officer's fingers. All of them appeared to orgasm quite vocally, and would then collapse, their faces becoming masks of dreamy bliss.

Each video would end similarly as well. Lifting the conclusion of Animal House, each woman's story would have an "after" segment, a few seconds of footage that transitioned from when she was initially handcuffed to how she ended up. It would freeze on a still frame, with text superimposed on the top that described the results of her court case.

"Caitlyn was found guilty of reckless driving, indecent exposure, and causing a disturbance. She was given 5 years of probation at the county dairy." And there would be the woman from the video, first in a conservative business suit. Then it would fade, and now she was kneeling on a bench, dressed only in blue overalls that were pulled aside to free her gigantic oversized tits, while someone attached the hoses of a milking machine to her. Her mouth hung open, a shocked and wide-eyed expression plastered on her pretty face.

"Elizabeth was found guilty of speeding, disobeying a police officer, and having a smart mouth. She was sentenced to 3 years of community service at the county pig farm." And then the scene of the beautiful college girl in designer clothes would fade, and in its place she would be standing in Daisy Duke cutoffs and a red and white checkboard "shirt" that was barely more than a bra. She stood barefoot, knee-deep in muck in the middle of a pig pen, her auburn hair in pigtails. Her face was plastered with mud where she had supposedly lost her balance and fallen forward. The girl had wiped two little spots away, letting her blue eyes show through. She looked ready to cry.

"Alicia was found guilty of running a stop sign, attempted escape, and assaulting a police officer. She was sentenced to 10 years of community supervision, working at Carl's Diner." The woman who was supposedly a former bank president went from being roughly pulled from her Mercedes, to standing in the middle of a restaurant. She was wearing a ridiculous sexualized version of a 1950s waitress costume, with an extremely low cut top and a skirt that barely reached the bottom of her ass cheeks. She held a pencil with one hand and a notepad with the other, scribbling down an order as she smacked her gum. A fat guy sitting at the table behind her grinned as his hand slid up her thigh.



Kristen wouldn't listen to Madison's arguments, insisting on showing her more "proof" that the videos were real, which primarily consisted of just watching more videos. "Honey, the name of the town doesn't even show up on a Google search, except for this site. And the county doesn't look like it exists either! What state is this even supposed to be in?"

Kristen couldn't answer, because of course it wasn't real.

After too long, Madison finally excused herself and went home. Sometimes you just had to do that with Kristen. Leave her to believe whatever she wanted, you can't convince her. Maybe challenging her like that wasn't the best tactic. Kristen is an incredibly smart woman, and nobody likes to feel gullible. Perhaps laughing at her made her defensive, caused her to double down on something that was progressively more and more obviously fake. And the more ridiculous she felt, the more firm she had to be.

Madison had a few glasses of wine to help calm her nerves after such an aggravating encounter. She sat on her couch in the comfortable t-shirt of an ex-boyfriend and a pair of worn panties. It was getting late, and it was Thursday, but she was the boss and didn't have any court the next morning. She shot her assistant Denise a text letting her know she'd be in after lunch tomorrow.

Her laptop sat on the arm of the couch. Madison had checked her e-mail three times, looked at the news, watched a few YouTube videos, and generally wasted a lot of time. She refilled her wine glass, and resumed her fidgeting. The girl glanced at the clock. Almost eleven. But she didn't want to go to bed yet.

"Oh, who am I kidding?" she muttered. Did she think she was fooling herself? She punched in the web address and brought up the mugshots. The videos had gotten her hot. She had badmouthed them as sleazy pornography when she was at Kristen's, making fun of her friend for being fooled by some simple fetish fantasy site. And sleazy porn it was, but sometimes... sometimes you needed some sleaze. It had been awhile since Madison's last truly fulfilling romantic encounter, and she had needed a good hard fuck for a long time now.

She clicked on a video she had seen at Kristen's. At least, she had seen part of it. A pretty brunette, thin and trim, with her hair in a bun. She vaguely resembled Madison, in hair color and body type. "I even have a suit like that," she thought. Pulled over by the deputies, made to strip naked right there on the side of the highway. The woman objected, saying she was an attorney on her way to court. She had a pair of glasses and a leather briefcase as well. "It's a huge case, I'll be late to court!" she shouted. The officers stripped her anyway.

The preview video wasn't very long, just over a minute. One hand slid into Madison's underwear, making small circles on her clit. The other held the mouse, and as it ended, she clicked the little circle arrow button to replay the video. It was enough to get her nice and worked up, but Madison needed more. It just wasn't long enough. Frustrated, she hopped off the couch and grabbed her purse from the kitchen counter. Digging through it, the found what she needed -- her credit card.

Madison flopped back on the couch and began punching in the numbers. Fifteen bucks. She could live with spending fifteen bucks on porn. Hell, the bottle of wine she was guzzling cost more than that. She finished inputting the expiration date and security code, and then the "play full video" option appeared. She pressed it as quickly as she could, before plunging her right hand back down between her thighs.

The video began with the supposed lawyer failing to use her turn signal as she drove into town. Within moments, the flashing lights of a patrol car appeared behind her. The woman pulled over on the side of the road. Then the angle switched, showing just the front of the police car. The red and blue lights flashed directly into the camera. It went on for a bit just like that, red and blue, red and blue, almost like a strobe light. Flashing. Red and blue. Red and blue. Red and blue...

After stretching on for a while, 'for a very long time', the distant thought drifted to her, Madison jerked in her seat. Her hand nudged the mouse, and she blinked her eyes. A trail of drool was running down Madison's chin. She reached up to wipe it away, and as she did, she could smell herself on her fingers. "Oh god I'm so wet..."

Her attention returned to the screen, and her hand returned to its mission in her pussy.

The men had pulled Madison's counterpart out of the car already. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, her clothing strewn about the side of the road. She was sprawled out on the hood of her car, legs kicking uselessly in the air. The video alternated between two body cameras of the two officers. One man was behind her, and had half of his hand inside the woman. Three of his fingers spread her vagina as wide as he could, her inner walls and folds bright red and dripping wet. His other hand was occupied with her ass, two thick fingers buried up to the knuckle. The camera then switched to the other officer, standing on the opposite side of her vehicle. He had a great view of the woman's face. Her cheeks were red with shame, eyes filled with humiliation, but beyond her control, the woman's mouth stretched into a whorish "O" as her body betrayed her and an orgasm shuddered through her involuntarily. She jerked and spasmed and moaned. Madison's hand was a blur beneath her soaking panties, strumming back and forth as quickly as she could. Wet squelching sounds accompanied her own increasingly loud and unladylike grunts.


This one had a minor variation in the plot. As the lady lawyer began pleading for deeper penetration and to "just get it over with and fuck me PLEASE!!!", the camera panned to the side, revealing the back of the squad car was already filled. Three college girls sat together, cuffed and naked, begging the lawyer for help. "We haven't done anything wrong, please get us out!" and "They have the wrong people, we just got lost. Help us!" However, the degraded professional wasn't in a position to help anyone. The angle switched back to the officer facing her, and the woman's eyes were wild with need. Her mouth opened and closed, her tongue sticking out and making licking motions towards the man's cock, which he had freed from his pants and was waving right in front of her.

When it was time to transport her to the jail, the deputies were left scratching their heads, wondering what to do with the humiliated woman. There was no room in the back of the car. Then they hit upon an idea. Producing a leash from somewhere in the front of the vehicle, they locked a collar on her neck and attached the other end to the back bumper. She was then made to walk behind the vehicle, her juices freely flowing down her thighs, as the car drifted slowly along the road at parade float speed. Townsfolk came out of their houses to chuckle and jeer, humiliating the woman even further. Men hooted and hollered, while women either scowled at the filthy slut, or kept their eyes down. The police car made random turns, giving her a tour of half the town, before they finally arrived in front of the courthouse.

"Megan was found guilty of changing lanes unsafely, obstruction of justice, and contempt of court."

Madison's fingers were pistoning in and out of her pussy at a break-neck rate. Fuck she was getting close. The arousal had been building in her all night, it was going to be great to get some relief. "The judge sentenced her to 5 years of supervised release, serving the community, despite her lack of any useful skills or education." The image of the woman with the briefcase dissolved into a woman dressed in a slutty Halloween prisoner uniform. She stumbled out onto a stage, and the image froze. Dozens of men hooted and hollered. She was clearly in a strip club, about to begin her performance. Her face was a mixture of horror and desperate arousal.

Madison spasmed and shrieked, the muscles in her abdomen clenching tightly, as her pussy clamped down on her fingers. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she rocked back and forth. The searing white light of pleasure blasted through her for an eternal moment, before gradually fading into the warmth of pleasant and relaxed satisfaction.

Her sleepy eyes drifted open, and eventually the visual in front of her resolved itself. The laptop sat a mere two feet away, the still of the humiliated attorney-turned-stripper preserved on the screen. Underneath the video, a message thanked her for her purchase. Madison tried to sit up, but the effects of the now-empty bottle of wine were too much. She would find her credit card in the morning, it was likely somewhere on the floor, along with the now-missing computer mouse.

The woman slid down fully on the couch and let her head rest on the padded arm, maybe a foot from the laptop screen. Her hand still buried in her panties, gently caressing herself, Madison closed her eyes and allowed the deep fog of sleep to claim her.


After a couple minutes of waiting, the video started over. A pretty woman in a dark gray suit was driving down a curvy road. Two fat deputies pulled behind her out of a speed trap and hit their lights. She pulled over on the shoulder. And then it was red and blue flashing. Red and blue. Red and blue. Red and blue... The lights from the screen danced on Madison's closed eyelids. Her mouse lay on the carpet, well out of range of an accidental nudge. Red and blue. Red and blue. The clock on the bookshelf ticked away the night. And if anyone else had been present, and had they listened very closely, they might have heard a soft whispering coming from the laptop's tiny speakers.

Madison's dreams were dark and erotic.

[ZeeChromosome]

"Elizabeth was found guilty of speeding, disobeying a police officer, and having a smart mouth."

Lol. I agree, "having a smart mouth" needs to be a crime. You were all thinking that, I'm just the one that said it.

Johnny, I love the hypno twist to the plot. Very clever. And I like how subtly you bring it to the reader's attention. Very adroitly done.