Madison's Halloween Predicament -- Chapter 12

[Johnny Lawrence]

After an unexpected delay, I am back with the next chapter. Sorry, I've discovered it's hard to write porn at Christmas time. Feels weird.

Potentially one more chapter and an epilogue. I'm still not 100% sure what I want to happen to poor Madison though. What should her sentence be when the judge gets back?


Chapter 12



The world was wrapped in a heavy red fog. A loud bass drum pounded and reverberated through everything. It was one of those concerts where the speakers were so loud you couldn't hear. Thousands of party-goers pressed in close to her, trapping her in the surging crowd, the air oppressively hot. Their hot and slick bodies dripped on her, rivulets of sweat running down her flesh. The scent of needy humans rutting against one another and standing far too close filled her lungs. If she could only catch her breath. Everything was too warm, too close. Her mind threatened to just shut down while a throbbing, aching need grew inside to intolerable levels. Sweat trickled into and out of every private crevice as her overheated body tried to cool itself.


Madison reached up and wiped the perspiration from her blinking eyes. Her vision cleared for a moment. She wasn't at any concert. She was perched on the hood of a police car, in some small bum-fuck town. A few grinning hick deputies had stripped her of her clothes, her dignity, and soon her freedom. The scent filling her nostrils hadn't come from a thousand other people. It had come from herself, from an angry pussy that had been too wet for too lnog without a good hard pounding. This wasn't right, Madison told herself. Nothing about this place was right. She should run now. Naked and dripping sweat, she should just run for the highway. It couldn't have been fifty feet away.

The woman's ass sat on the front fender, her legs dangling before her, feet not quite touching the ground. The main officer, the one who seemed to be in charge, had ordered to remove her clothing piece by piece. And then he had made her climb up onto the car.

"Junebug, Ricky, get yer asses over here and make yerselves useful," the big man said. The two drunks obliged, smiling as they approached her, one on either side of the guy in charge.

Despite their profound level of intoxication, they performed their next task with practiced ease. Each man reached down and gripped Madison by an ankle, and then slowly stood up. This cost the woman her balance, forcing her to lean backwards and support herself with her elbows. When the men were fully standing, they raised their arms and held each foot up to shoulder level.

"Purty toes, huh?" asked the one.

"Damn skippy," said the dumber of the two.

"Shame for her to get these all filthy workin' in the fields. Specially when she could get 'em all filthy rubbin my dick."

But this commentary existed only in the periphery for Madison. A distant conversation of minimal consequence to the mortified woman. Instead her attention was focused upon the man in the center. The man between her legs. And everything he could see now that she was completely exposed. She could feel her lower lips spread apart of their own accord. Opening for him. Pleading for him.



Jim Butler considered his work a form of art. In another life, he might have gone to film school. Learn the techniques of the masters. Bergman. Capra. Truffaut. But even here, in Doeville, he was a filmmaker of a sort. And he applied himself fully to his art.

He crouched down between the prisoner's legs, giving a silent hand signal to his film crew. At his motion, they lifted her legs up even higher and pushed her knees back. This spread her open, revealing absolutely everything to the camera's unblinking gaze.

One of these days, Jim was going to figure out how to do that 'Hitchcock zoom' effect with a body cam. The background would swiftly recede into the distance and the camera would zoom right in on the girl's slippery pussy. He'd keep her face in frame too, so you could see the burning shame. Just face and cunt, both flushed bright red. And maybe the very tops of the woman's heaving tits.

But he hadn't quite worked it out yet, so it wouldn't be this one. He'd have to settle for just a regular close-up.

"Tsk tsk tsk. I'm surprised that a fine professional woman like you would let things get so out of control," he said. "Can you believe the wild jungle we got here?" His fingers reached forward and poked at the thick black forest that adorned her womanhood. Madison's heart pounded faster. She wanted to squint her eyes shut and turn away. It had been quite a while since she had trimmed herself. She hadn't been with a man in many months, nor expected anyone to see her like this.

"But that's alright. They say the 80s are back in style, and I don't mind some bush. Gives you some personality. And besides, it amplifies the scent," he said with a grin, and tapped his nose with one finger.

Madison gasped as she realized he was right. There was a smell heavy and thick in the air, and with a start she discovered that *it was her*. It was unmistakable feminine arousal. The musk coming from her own traitorous pussy was drowning out all the other smells. She could no longer smell the expensive shampoo she had used that morning, or the trees by the side of the road, or even the alcohol that was seeping out of the pores of the two men who gripped her feet. The only thing she could smell was her own cunt.

A desperate moan slipped out of Madison's throat, as the deputy got a nice close-up of her glistening lips and damp matted pubic hair.



Slowly his rough, calloused fingers pushed through her wet folds. First one, then a second. Madison could feel every bump, every irregularity in his skin as he pushed deeper into her sensitive flesh. She dropped her head backwards and let out an involuntary grunt. A voice babbling in the depths of her mind told her that she was feeling the ridges of his fingerprints as he penetrated her.

Images flashed in her head. Images of the tiny swirling patterns on his hardened fingertips, catching on the lips of her pussy for just an instant before scraping over her flesh and then pushing in deeper. Pleasure swelled up within her and she felt the first wave of orgasm threatening to crash down upon her. The last vestiges of her self respect tried to fight it off. She couldn't cum from this. She just couldn't. What kind of a woman would she be if this was all the stimulation she needed to cum on camera in her own personal porno? She knew the answer to that question. It would make her a dirty whore. There was no denying that.

Of course it was not Jim Butler's fingerprints that she was feeling. He was a blue collar man, his hands rough and weathered. But even in Madison's current state of extreme arousal, she was not sensitive enough to detect fingerprints. No, she was feeling more normal callouses, scrapes, ridges, and bumps. When he wasn't acting as a reserve deputy, Jim Butler was a farmer. And those hands had built fences, and hauled hay, and corralled animals. And while he had no way to know of the perverted visualization that ran through Madison's mind, he knew that she was getting close. Very close. But he didn't want her to cum yet. That needed to be the finale. Save it for the third act.

Gently he shoved finger number three inside. Jim went slowly so as not to push the woman over the edge. Her hips bucked up and down on the hood of the car. Junebug and Ricky were having a hard time holding her feet up in the air with all the squirming she was doing. It was more like thrashing, actually.

She was saying something. Rambling nonsense. Talking to herself. Lots of 'fuckfucks' and 'ohnos' and 'ohgodyeahs'. But she said other things as well. Jim didn't quite catch it, but she said something about a whore. Like how she was a whore, or maybe that she was not a whore. He hoped that Ricky or Junebug's mic's were on and picked that up.

Jim looked to the other side of the car and saw Billy standing there. His pants were already unzipped and his dick was out. Always jumping the gun, that one. Still, on this one he was right. This slut was gonna cum her brains out before he even got halfway through the cavity search. He hadn't even got a single finger up her ass yet and she was already twitching and jerking on the edge. A thumb up her butt and she'd clamp down and cream herself unconscious. He needed to move things along before that happened.

Slowly Jim spread his three fingers apart, opening her pussy wide to all the world. Inside her flesh was deep red and as slick as he had ever seen. Needy. Desperate. Her thick wet patch of hair glistened in the fading light, droplets of moisture catching the last rays of sun. If the camera didn't pick that up he would be pissed. That shot right there was fuckin' art.

"Okay Miss Lawyer Lady. Now you got a choice." He liked giving them a choice. It cemented their status in their mind. Not all the deputies did it, but *his* prisoners knew their place, dammit. Besides, it just made for so much better viewing. Her degradation became all her own doing.

He motioned to Junebug and Ricky, and they dropped her ankles. The woman's legs fell to the ground, tips of her toes barely touching the pavement. Jim grabbed her by the hips and shifted her, pulling the girl back a bit and rolling her over onto her belly.

"Up on your feet, Miss Lawyer Lady." He kept one hand firmly planted on her back. With the other he motioned to Billy, who made his way to the front of the car. There was no way that idiot could get his dick in her mouth from way over there. Jim shifted and pulled his prisoner, positioning her closer to the front of the car, on a bit of a diagonal angle.

The woman's toes found the ground, and with a bit more prompting from Jim, she was able to put some weight on the balls of her feet. Her hips pressed firmly into the driver's side fender of the car, elbows resting on the hood, and her face hovering just about where the front bumper started. Billy might have to do some hip gyrations of his own to get his dick sucked, but it was at least possible now.

Slowly and with practiced care, Jim unzipped the pants on his uniform. *Zzzzziiiiippp...* The mic should be able to pick up the sound. He fished around in his drawers and pulled out a large, hardening cock. Leaning forward so that the body cam would point down, he aligned his hips with those of his prisoner.

He inched forward until his engorged tip lightly brushed against the wet and swollen lips of Madison's pussy. She grunted and moaned, while his hand remained firmly planted on the small of her back, holding the woman down. Jim could feel her starting to wiggle and squirm, desperate for the oh-so-close penetration that his dick promised.


"Now as I said, you've got a choice." As his left hand held her prone, his other began to firmly squeeze her right ass cheek. He placed his thumb right inside her crack, then squeezed and pulled up and out. Her tender little butthole was on display for his camera, and Jim grinned.

Soft grunts and gasps came from his prisoner, punctuated by little cooing noises and the sound of a woman trying desperately to hang onto her self control. 'Nnnngghh's and 'mmmhhuuuh's escaped her throat, and seemed to rise in intensity as he squeezed her ass harder.

With practiced ease, Jim used his boot to lightly kick the inside of Madison's legs, a signal for her to spread her legs apart wider. She complied. Moments later, he leaned forward over her, careful to keep the tip of his manhood so that it only lightly brushed against her dripping entrance. He grabbed the woman by her elbows and pulled them behind her back. Her naked breasts now rested on the hood of the car, while the gruff cop ratched the steel cuffs securely around her wrists. When they were locked tight, he dropped his hands to her hips and pinned her down against the car.

"Right now you're in investigative detention. Where we go from here, is up to you, lawyer lady." He looked up at Billy, who had his dick out and was waving it just a few inches in front of the woman's face. Jim couldn't see from this angle, but he wouldn't be surprised if his prisoner had her mouth wide open and her tongue hanging out. Sluts like this usually did.

"Choice number one. We arrest you. Billy and I will put our pieces away, and we take you into town. You'll wait in the jail there until the judge can see you, whenever that is. He's outta town right now, but should be back before Halloween. Then there'll be a trial, and whatever happens... happens. Maybe you go free. Maybe the judge sentences you to some kind of punishment for your bad behavior."

His dick throbbed, and when he said "punishment" he pushed his hips forward a quarter inch. Jim could feel that pussy drool all over the head of his cock. Her hips wiggled and another moan came out of her mouth. Hopefully Ricky and Junebug were making themselves useful and getting some good angles for the video, but Jim doubted it.

"Choice number two. You can make a run for it. Look at that highway, just right there. Tell you what, I'm such a nice guy, I'll just back away. So will the rest of these guys. We all just take a few steps back, and we'll let you go. Isn't that right boys?"

The other men nodded their assent. Well, Billy did anyway. Ricky started with a "what the fu" before a glare from Jim turned it into an "oh yeah, right." Some sounds behind him indicated that Junebug was currently relieving himself in the foliage by the roadside and was not involved.

"Think about it. All you gotta do is just walk yourself right over to that highway. You really did almost make it, and believe it or not, I respect that. So I can just let you go. You can walk on over to the highway, butt ass naked with your hands locked behind your back. It's what, 20 miles to the nearest town? And you can tell them whatever you want to tell them. Say you got kidnapped, or were getting frisky with a boyfriend and you got in an argument. It's a long walk, you got plenty of time to think up a good story. Not a lot of traffic on this road, but some big trucks do come by. Maybe one of them'll pick you up?"

Jim gave a little wiggle of his hips, rubbing the very tip against the outer edges of her pussy lips. Her moans were louder and more desperate now, accompanied by exclamations of "Fuck! Oh fuck!"

"I can just pull all the way back, and put this big ol' thing away where you'll never see it again. And then I'll release ya. Course we can't have you fuckin' yourself stupid on the side of a public highway, which I do believe you'd be liable to do right about now. So we'd take a precaution first. Believe it or not, we got this cream in the car we can rub on that horny little snatch of yers. Won't do nothin' to relieve them hormonal needs yer feelin', but it'll numb the shit out of it. Rub it as much as you want, you won't get no pleasure or relief. Lasts two, three weeks. Maybe a month." He paused for a while. "Sometimes a lot longer, depending on how much gets used."

"If you can deal with some unfulfilled needs for while, you can go. I'll just get mah latex glove on, get a big ol' thick dollop, and slather it all over your ladyparts. You'll have a bunch of cold showers in yer future, but you'll be free."

He pulled her arms back, lifting Madison's naked chest off the car. One hand stayed on her hips, while with the other, Jim grabbed her by the throat. His mouth was less than an inch from the side of her face, and the gruff officer began to stage whisper in her ear.

"You see, we only arrest filthy, dirty sluts in this town. Every woman we strip and cuff is a horny little whore who can't keep her legs closed. They do whatever their sloppy wet cunts tell them to do. I give them all the chance to go. Just walk away with an empty pussy and go back home. Now, how many of them take me up on that, do you think?"



Drool ran freely down Madison's chin and dripped onto her delicate breasts as the man spoke. Her breathing was deep and ragged, and she sucked in great lungfuls of air. Her body felt as though a million volts of electricity were flowing through her, every inch of her flesh hyper-sensitized to even the slightest movement of air. Then he let go of her neck and lowered her back to the hood of the car. The one deputy's dick was inches in front of her face again, and the speaking man's own hardness reappeared at the entrance between her legs.

She had heard everything he said, but making sense of it all was so hard. It was as though she was drowning in a sea of arousal, and his words had to reach through the endless depths above her. Madison's logical mind was completely overwhelmed, and only her instinctual animal urges were in charge now.



"Choice number three. We skip a trial. You plea guilty, right here and right now. Guilty to destruction of property. Tresspassing. Speedin'. Attempted escape. All of it. You plea guilty to being nothing but a dirty little whore. And we can get started on your *punishment* without delay. The judge'll do formal sentencing when he gets back, but we can get started immediately."

Again, Jim rocked his hips forward on the word "punishment", just barely. Just enough so that Madison felt his thick hardness spread her outer lips open by the slightest amount.

"So what's your choice, Miss Lady Lawyer? Trial? Or how about you close yer legs, summon up yer dignity and walk on out of here to freedom?"



Madison focused every ounce of her willpower. This was her one chance. She had to make it count. She looked towards the road, so close but also so far away. The muscles in her body tensed for action. She *had* to do this.



"Or do you pick door number three? Just say your name, say you're guilty, and we can get on with the business of giving you what you know you deserve."

Jim pushed his dick against the lips of the woman's cunt. He was hard as a rock, and she was sopping wet. He pushed forward with the slightest pressure, teasing her. He stayed at her entrance for maybe thirty seconds. Madison clenched her eyes shut and her mouth opened in a silent scream of desperate heat.

'I have to resist. I have to resist.' she told herself. She envisioned strolling to freedom and escaping and mustered every bit of resolve she had as an intelligent, free career woman. She was a skilled attorney, a successful businesswoman, not a gaping fuck hole.

"Make your choice, lady lawyer." Jim pushed forward another quarter inch, then pulled back and lifted his hands off her waist.

Madison's hips shot backward of their own accord. There was not even an instant of hesitation. Her body sought him out, thrusting back, desperately humping the air. The deputy was prepared for this, and kept the end of his dick just out of reach.

"No, you have to plea guilty. Look into the camera, and say it."

Years of carefully earned self-respect and strained willpower crumbled under the frantic animal need to be fucked. Madison's eyes searched for the camera, and finally locked onto the black glass circle on the shirt of the cop in front of her.

"I plea guilty!" she screamed.

"Plea guilty to what?"

"Everything!"

"Say your name, and say what you really are."

Tears of desperation welled up in her eyes. The black glass circle stared right into her soul. "I'm Madison Rogers, and I'm... I'm just a dirty whore!!!"



Madison's hips thrust backwards again, and finally her pussy was filled by a hard cock. Jim rocked forward as she jerked back, and he slid inside of her easily, bottoming out deep within her.

The prisoner, now duly convicted wanton slut, cried out as a blinding orgasm seized her. Her mouth babbled nonsense words as her body spasmed and shook. She thrashed back against her captor, impaling herself on his dick over and over, as quickly as she could. Crude wet slapping noises echoed as Madison's ass slammed into Jim's hips at a breakneck speed.

A rolling wave of orgasms ripped through the woman, while a long and continuous whorish moan tore its way out of her throat. Then Jim began to settle into his pace, gripping the convict's hips and controlling her as he pounded that sweet prisoner pussy.

"Pound that pussy. Pound that pussy. Pound that pussy..." he muttered to himself. The words echoed in Madison's brain, her subconscious repeating them over and over. Soon the former attorney lay still, allowing herself to act as a helpless receptacle for the powerful man's constant thrusts. Her mouth hung open and her eyes stared into the endless void.

Sensing it was finally safe, a mere moment passed before Deputy Billy stuck his cock into the woman's mouth. Madison looked up into his eyes, and then she began to slurp.

[SmCyber]

Hi I've enjoyed your story.
In my humble opinion there should be enrolment in the town brothel.

It's about time the fun be shared with the townsfolk.

Why should the police get all the fun?

There would be a riot.

SmCyber

[imreadonly2]

I really liked the idea of giving her a "choice", even if all three doors lead to the same ignominious fate. You want the girl to think it's her fault, and she made a bad decision, and thus is somehow responsible and deserving of her misfortune, even if she never had a chance to begin with.

[Johnny Lawrence]

I really liked the idea of giving her a "choice", even if all three doors lead to the same ignominious fate. You want the girl to think it's her fault, and she made a bad decision, and thus is somehow responsible and deserving of her misfortune, even if she never had a chance to begin with.

I don't know what he'd have done if she'd mustered up the willpower to go free. Part of me wants to believe that he'd have kept his word, and let her wander down the highway naked and free, and boiling with unfulfilled lust. Or maybe he would have hit the overhead lights again, and Madison would have fallen back into a deep hypnotic trance. Take it again from the top, over and over again until she plays her part right.

But really I think Deputy Jim is a good enough judge of a woman's character that he can tell when her pussy is calling the shots. Get her aroused enough, and a disciplined, educated woman becomes thoroughly subjugated and enslaved by her own rampaging hormones. Her mind may say one thing, but her pussy says another, and we see who won that argument inside of Madison.

She's going to have to live with her choice for a long time, knowing that at the very core of her being, she was just a needy little slut who chose a stranger's dick over everything else in her life.

[GypsieCowboy]

I absolutely LOVE this story and have been waiting and waiting - first for Chapter 12 and now for the rest of this story.

What can we do to encourage? Especially when we have no idea what is going on in your life, oh authors? I know I have been in a slump for months. So I fill my time with reading other folks' writings. And I just want to encourage you, Johnny Lawrence, in any way I can. There's this hole, see, just waiting for Madison to fill it.

[Johnny Lawrence]

I absolutely LOVE this story and have been waiting and waiting - first for Chapter 12 and now for the rest of this story.

What can we do to encourage? Especially when we have no idea what is going on in your life, oh authors? I know I have been in a slump for months. So I fill my time with reading other folks' writings. And I just want to encourage you, Johnny Lawrence, in any way I can. There's this hole, see, just waiting for Madison to fill it.

Thank you!

I'm finishing up work on another story at the moment. I've had that one about 80% complete for a long time (before I started on this one). Hopefully i get that finished and posted within the next few days, and then I can turn my attention back to an appropriate punishment for Madison.

I had the epilogue for Madison's tale finished very early. Like originally I thought it was going to come right after chapter 6 or something like that. But the story just kept getting longer on me, and now I'm trying to figure out how to get from here to there. A couple things developed a little differently than I had anticipated. So I haven't given up on the story, I just have to adjust a bit.

[GypsieCowboy]

I have forgotten how to thank you for your post... so I will do it via this reply.
~G.C.

[tegan111]

Amazing story! Would love to see the conclusion.

[Johnny Lawrence]

Thank you so much!

I got stuck, and wasn't really sure how to wrap it up. I know the ultimate conclusion (generally speaking), but after three different attempts, each time I'd get halfway through a chapter and I'd realize it wasn't right. There's an Epilogue that is already done, and I'm pretty happy with it, but getting from this chapter to there and having it make sense is the challenge.

I do intend on finishing the story, but at the moment I'm just slammed at work. Creative writing takes a back seat to the stuff that pays the bills. Maybe by this coming Halloween I can have it done.