This is a sequel to "Casey's Fall" which takes place on a parallel world where registered nudity and indentured slavery are legal under a government known as "The State". There are many elements in this story that will be more enjoyable and make more sense if you read that first.
Themes include CMNF, CFNF, ENF, exhibitionism, porn, coercion, some reluctance, non-consent and D/s, and occasional violence if it's relevant to the story or character development.
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Casey rolled over in bed and watched Greg sleeping. He was here so often these days that he had practically moved in, but neither of them thought much beyond how much they enjoyed being together to talk about making it formal. It was what it was, and it was great! Since graduating, he had been enjoying working as an assistant chef at a local restaurant, but some of the shifts took their toll on his sleep patterns, so he often slept in. Today was one of those days. It was past 8am and the sun was streaming in through the curtains, yet he was still sleeping soundly.
She looked up at her diploma on her bedroom wall. Taking pride of place beside it was a framed picture of the moment she first managed to fit a baseball bat inside her vagina. In the corner of the same frame was a tiny scrap of white material with part of a red polka dot visible. It was all that remained of the last piece of clothing in her life - a beautiful white dress with red polka dots that she had burned in front of her friends when she bid a final farewell to clothes as part of her nudist coming-out party.
Was it really only 6 months since she became a registered nudist? It seemed hard to believe that she'd ever worn clothes at all now. Whole days would go by without it even crossing her mind. Even when she went out of the house, people were so used to seeing her that she was rarely bothered. Even the cars had stopped honking for the most part when she rode her bike. About the only time she ever was stopped these days was by fans wanting to meet her or get a selfie, and that was fine. If ever anyone did get out of line, Greg was usually there, and even if he wasn't, he had taught her enough about self-defence to handle any difficult situations herself. After the restaurant incident last year when she was grabbed by a drunken fan, all of the girls in the house had received his tutelage, and they trained several times each week learning holds, kicks, and quick "knock 'em down" techniques to get themselves out of any bother.
She'd performed the baseball bat feat many times since then, but that first time was special. She noted the excited expression on her face in the picture looking straight at the camera, her legs spread wide, and both hands pointing down to her hairless pussy stretched to accommodate the bat. She realised soon after that it wasn't so much about finally getting the bat inside her that made that moment, but more that she'd not just accepted who she was but had embraced it. She wasn't ashamed about being nude anymore, and she was even proud to show off her pussy with its protruding inner labia and all. She knew right then that people loved her body and loved watching her, and while she had no choice about it to begin with, thanks to her sister Jolene tricking her into it, at that moment she knew she had genuinely started to enjoy showing it.
Casey put her arm over Greg fondly as he slept. She loved how he doted on her and treated her like a princess. Even in bed he was totally selfless, spending hours massaging her and going down on her, often without asking, or seemingly even wanting anything in return. She thought it a bit odd at first and even now it troubled her a little, but he really did seem to like it that way, and then she realised she liked it too. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy giving Greg pleasure, but certain positions like the standard missionary or blowing him on her knees just didn't seem to sit right with her anymore. She figured it was resentment for what she had learned about how the patriarchy had shaped female sexuality, and now she loathed being in a position of submission to a man, even one she loved as much as Greg. She quite enjoyed being on top of him, though, but easily her favourite position was when they had their tongues in each other's mouths while giving each other hand jobs. She loved making him blow all over his stomach, and loved teasing him by removing contact just as his orgasm started so that he whimpered and begged for her to come back. He definitely enjoyed that too and often couldn't stop talking about it afterwards.
She got up to make breakfast for the house and discovered Cassandra already up, completely naked as usual, and brewing the coffee.
Cassandra was around so often these days that she may as well move in as well. From day one when she first stripped in the house and performed her first cam show, she and Casey's older sister, Jolene, had become a couple and were now almost inseparable. It was a strange and unexpected union. Neither of them had thought of themselves as gay before they met each other. Cassandra even had a reputation as a bit of a homophobe, and everyone knew Jolene had several boyfriends in her past. Stranger still was that both were alpha-woman and they fought almost constantly, but judging by the noise from Jolene's bedroom most nights, they fucked just as hard as they bickered.
Cassandra had a swag of photoshoots under her belt now, but mostly she loved the webcam. Some days it was hard to drag her away from it. As a trust fund brat, she never needed money, and happily let Jolene handle all of that and invest it however she saw fit. She couldn't care less about the money. All that mattered to her was having a full cam room so that the tips came in thick and fast, triggering her Bluetooth vibrator to yet another orgasm while people watched. For Cassandra, it was all about performing for the camera and she never seemed to tire of it.
Back in school, Casey used to think of Cassandra as a frenemy. In those days Cass was somewhat of a bully and seemed to take pleasure in making Casey feel like dirt. Then it turned out that the reason for her meanness was because the whole time she had been jealous of Casey and wanted to be just like her, even down to doing porn and being nude in front of people. Unlike Casey who had at first hated being naked, Cassandra insisted from the day she did her first cam session that she too should be able to spend her time in the house naked, and heaven help anyone who suggested otherwise. A natural exhibitionist, Cass was a brat used to getting her own way, and what she wanted was to be seen in all of her glory. Her infamous short fuse would spark whenever anyone suggested dressing when she didn't need to be. While she hadn't yet taken the step to register as a nudist like Casey, she had followed in her footsteps and had all of her body hair permanently removed, so now there were two naked girls with hairless pussies in the house on any given day.
"'morning, Cassandra," Casey greeted. "Is it a cereal day or should we make pancakes or something?"
"I'm good with cereal," Cassandra replied. "Jolene will be too if she ever raises her lazy ass. Hey, have we got any more Lushes? I think mine's fucked. The battery gave out halfway through my cam sesh last night. I had to resort to a dildo show."
"Yeah, there's at least two new ones in my bedroom closet. I'll get one for you later."
"Cool thanks," Cassandra replied. "You up for another duet tonight?"
"Sure, sounds great," Casey replied.
Cassandra and Casey performed duets fairly regularly on the webcam after discovering it more than doubled their tips whenever they did it. Their audience seemed to love seeing both girls reacting simultaneously to their Bluetooth vibrators responding to the tip sound. One minor issue was that Cassandra always lost control as soon as she became aroused and couldn't help sticking her tongue down Casey's throat. Casey was startled by it the first time it happened, but she was used to it now and had even come to enjoy it. While exciting and arousing in its own right, it was worth it for the tips alone. They both understood it was just an in-the-moment thing, though, and Cassandra was all Jolene's again as soon as the cam went off. Even Greg was cool with it. Actually, more than cool. Casey had discovered he'd been logging into their channels to watch whenever he was home, and he seemed to like what he saw, judging by the way he threw himself into going down on her afterwards. Casey thought it was cute and decided not to let on that she knew when he was watching. Still, it had started to bother her lately that he often didn't want her to return the favour after he had gotten her off, instead just wanting to hold her until she fell asleep while he went without. Yet she could feel he was hard as a rock, pushing against her backside as he spooned her. If she reached for him, he would just gently push her away. She wondered if she was failing him. Was she a bad lover and he was taking matters into his own hands when she wasn't around? Did her oral technique suck? Was her pussy unsatisfying for him? Was there something she should be doing?
"Somethin' on your mind?" Cassandra asked, noticing Casey's pensive mood.
"Um... no it's probably nothing," Casey replied, shaking herself from her thoughts.
"You sure?"
"Um... well... Ok, well you might be able to help," Casey began. "I know Greg has been watching us together on the cam, and then afterwards he's very, very generous in bed, if you know what I mean, but he hardly ever wants anything in return. I mean, that's cool, I guess. It just seems strange, and I worry if he prefers getting himself off when I'm not around rather than letting me do it or something? Maybe I'm crap in bed?"
