This story takes place on a parallel world where registered nudity and indentured slavery are legal under a government known as "The State". A young woman is blackmailed and slowly coerced into a life she never expected.
This story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
Themes include cmnf, cfnf, enf, humiliation, non-consent, reluctance, blackmail, public nudity and public sex.
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Casey woke up naked.
What the fuck?
Then she remembered the events of the previous evening.
Oh God, what have I done!
She buried her face in her hands and tried to think of a way to make anything positive of it. She tried to console herself with the thought that it was only him who saw it and she didn't even know who he was.
She made an effort to shrug it off and set about doing "normal things", like putting her pyjamas on, so everything would appear business as usual to her mother when she went down for breakfast.
Fuck it. Who cares if that's how he gets his rocks off.
After breakfast she got dressed, remembering once again not to wear underwear, and then went to get her bike out.
Ding.
WTF? Already?
She was already dreading the upskirts and whatever dreadful "mission" she would have to perform that day. She guessed she was about to find out what that mission might entail.
"You have earned a reward. Ditch college today. Details to come"
Casey wondered just what he meant by "a reward". Knowing what things had been like with him so far, she doubted it would be anything she would like. But on the plus side, maybe she was due a day off anyway, especially after everything she'd gone through in the last few days.
She rode her bike to a park nearby and waited until she was confident her mother would have left, then rode back home. Confident the coast was clear, she went back inside and took a nice long shower, then wrapped herself in a fluffy robe and settled in front of the TV with a cup of coffee.
About an hour and a half later she got the next text.
Ding.
"Nice things happen to nice girls. Go to Gillian's salon at 11:00am for a haircut, massage & manicure. All has been paid for. Send me a selfie afterwards"
He knows Gillian gave me a card for a salon? Is there anything he doesn't know about me? A haircut and massage sounds suspiciously nice. What's the catch?
She had been intending on a makeover after Gillian suggested it anyway. She wasn't sure the price was worth it now for what she had to do to earn it, but she'd take it just the same. It was 10:00am now. If she left in half an hour she would have plenty of time to get there. It was only a 15-minute ride away really.
On arrival she had her hair professionally washed and then she sat in front of a mirror. The stylist asked her what she was having done. Thinking back to what Gillian had suggested, Casey responded that she wanted to go blonde, and whatever it took to make her look good. The stylist laughed, and before long Casey's hair was being pasted with goo and wrapped in foil layers. Then she was offered a manicure while she was waiting for the solution to set. Before long she had beautiful bright red nails. Then the solution was washed out of her hair and more applied to get the remaining roots before her hair was finally washed again and wrapped in a towel.
She was then led to a massage table where she was treated to a lovely back massage, and even though she was topless it wasn't a degrading experience for her at all for a change. More of a relaxing experience actually.
Finally, her hair was dried, cut and styled, and she saw herself in the mirror. She almost didn't recognise the beautiful blonde woman looking back at her. Just wow!
"Ok you're all done and paid for. Come back when you need a touch up. It doesn't take long if you come back every few weeks," the stylist informed her as she was finishing up.
"Thank you so much!" Casey squealed, barely able to take her eyes off herself in the mirror.
She hopped out of the chair and virtually floated outside. Now what was she supposed to do now again? Oh right. Selfie. She couldn't stop smiling now if she wanted to, so she didn't have to force it for a change. She took the snap and sent it off.
Ding.
"Nice. Reward No 2 is waiting for you at home"
Casey's heart sank a little at that. What exactly would this "reward" be? Maybe the fun was over already and there was something hideous waiting for her? There was only one way to find out, so she biked the short distance back home again.
As she approached the front door to her house, she noticed a package waiting on the porch. There was nothing to indicate who sent it or what was inside, so she picked it up and took it inside to open it. It was a camera, and quite an expensive one too by the look of it.
Wow! This is actually pretty cool.
She decided to text back a thanks, thinking it couldn't hurt to stay on his good side.
"Thank you. It's wonderful!"
Ding.
"You're welcome. Connect it to your laptop and text back when ready"
Realisation then dawned on her that this wasn't a present for her at all. It was a better webcam for her pervert blackmailer to see her more clearly while she performed disgusting and degrading acts for him. She knew now that the incident last night wouldn't be the last. There was nothing she could do about it now, though so she set up the software as instructed and texted back when she thought it was working.
"done"
Ding.
"Much better. Try a closeup, then lay on the bed"
Casey did as instructed.
Ding.
"Perfect. Ok see you at 8:30. Enjoy your day off. Don't forget Mark at 4pm"
Just as Casey expected, his message confirmed that she would indeed have to go through the degrading experience in front of the webcam again, and as soon as tonight, and now she would be in high definition! Perhaps this time she could control herself better and not masturbate for him without being asked? She also wondered what was significant about 8:30. Perhaps he just assumed that it would be after her dinner but before she needed to go to sleep? Perhaps he had other stuff going on in the evenings and that was when
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