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 awoke and immediately remembered the dreadful things she had to organise that day in order to fulfil her weekend missions. Somehow, she had to mentally cope with asking people for help to plan things that would mean being nude in front of them, including a new boyfriend and they hadn't even had their first date yet. What would he think of her shaved pussy and protruding labia? What if he gagged and ran away? She wasn't sure how to ask Greg if he would even do it yet, or even if he would be available. They barely knew each other, but at least her secret was out in the open already with him and she knew he was ok with it. More than ok really. That was way better than having to explain all this to someone new. It suddenly occurred to her that her story might make more sense to him if she just told him she was planning to spend the whole weekend naked as part of her nudist experiment, so it all tied together. Yes, that might work.
The hardest part she knew would come after she managed to get all of this organised. She would then have to follow through with it and parade herself naked in front of her friends for extended periods of time over the weekend, not to mention hundreds of strangers in a supermarket. And she would have to do it while pretending she was confident and not in the least bit ashamed so that hopefully it bored her blackmailer and made him lose interest in her. Could she even do all this without passing out from the humiliation she'd actually be feeling, though, let alone not show it?
A large part of pulling it all off was to have everything well planned in advance. That started with Amelia, who she could see right away before class. She'd need to explain things to her in a way that wouldn't freak her out. Although, she wasn't exactly sure yet what she was going to say that might make it sound normal enough not to freak her out, or perhaps gross her out. She supposed her best chance would be if she acted excited and enthusiastic about it, even though she most definitely was not excited or enthusiastic about it. Maybe she should just tell Amelia the truth? That would mean revealing the things she'd done though, and Amelia might want to go straight to the police, so it would all go to shit and make everything she'd done for nothing. Jolene would still end up on the auction block, and all of the naked pictures and videos would be sent out. No, as awful as it was to have to lie to Amelia, she had to keep this to herself.
Greg would be the next to approach. Maybe she could text him and meet up at lunchtime? If that failed, there was always their date tonight to approach the subject. That might be cutting things a bit fine, though. Better if she can find him at lunch time.
Once she managed that, she still had to find one more person and convince them of the same. Well, she hoped it would be just one more. If neither Amelia nor Greg could come, or if they refused, then she might have to find three more, including someone with a car who could drive her to the dreadful mission on Saturday. Well, not just drive her, but also record a video of her shopping naked in Stocksgate. Who else did she know with a car? The only person who sprang to mind was Cassandra. Asking her was just too awful to even contemplate, let alone being naked in front of her, or having her record her mission. Casey would never hear the end of it, assuming Cassandra accepted and didn't just refuse and then tell the whole college what she had asked. Knowing Cassandra, that would be exactly what she would do.
She scratched at her pussy involuntarily, suddenly realising it was very itchy. She reached into her pyjamas and sure enough it was stubbly. Her bush was starting to grow back already, but sadly she knew she wasn't allowed to let that happen. She lowered her pyjama bottoms and looked at herself in the mirror. There was a dark shadow covering her pubic area and some tiny red dots here and there.
She normally showered in the locker room on campus after her morning run, but she guessed she would have to start doing it at home now. There was no way she was going to risk being seen shaving herself in a public bathroom, or risk anyone seeing her naked pussy while she was showering for that matter. She almost laughed at that thought. Plenty of people were going to have seen it after the weekend, and she was sure there would be plenty more to come, the way things were going.
The missions that the blackmailer had given her had been completely humiliating so far, but hopefully the evidence of them was at least contained to him and the few people she had to involve. He definitely had her over a barrel now for sure, and she had little choice but to go along with everything he wanted for now. She hoped one day he would indeed tire of her, and she could get her old life back with pubes and underpants and no awful pictures of her floating around.
With a sigh she headed to the shower and grabbed a can of her father's shaving cream to take in with her. After washing everywhere and letting the room steam up, she carefully applied the foam and began shaving the stubbly area. It required several passes to get rid of the prickly feeling under her fingertips, but at last she was satisfied. She then did the same around her back passage as best she could, then rinsed off and turned off the shower. The mirror had fogged up, and she had to wipe it with her hand to check the results of her work. With a sigh of relief, she saw that the shadow was gone, and while there were still a few red bumps, she should pass muster when the inevitable upskirt requests started coming.
She towel-dried her hair and was momentarily shocked, but also pleasantly surprised by the pretty blonde girl staring back at her in the mirror.
Yes, blonde is my colour. I actually look like a girl now rather than a tomboy jock.
Her mother was in the kitchen busy getting ready for work, so their conversation didn't extend beyond saying good morning to each other and asking how they slept. After saying farewell, Casey grabbed her bag before heading off to Tech on her bike. She was a little later than usual, so she wouldn't have time for a run, but she was in no mood for running today anyway.
Amelia was already in the locker room by the time Casey entered.
"Wow! Look at you!" Amelia exclaimed on seeing Casey's new hairdo. "I was wondering where you were yesterday. It looks like you treated yourself to a stress day with some pampering?"
"Yes! Do you like it?" Casey asked.
"It's gorgeous!" Amelia replied. "Blonde totally suits you. You'll be beating the boys off with a stick."
"Oh, I didn't tell you. I got a date tonight!" Casey announced with a little happy dance and a smile.
"Really? Who is he?"
"His name's Greg. I think he plays football and drives one of those old muscle cars. I'm not sure what it is. It's red and has a gold emblem of some sort covering the bonnet."
"That sounds like an old Trans Am. Yes, I think I know who you mean. Ooh, so where are you going?"
"We haven't decided yet. We were just going to grab a burger or something. Nothing formal."
"Has he seen your new blonde look yet?"
"No, you're the first so far, apart from Mum and Dad," Casey replied.
Casey suddenly had an idea about how to ask Amelia over for the Sunday luncheon. Just as she planned to do with Greg, she would also tell her about her plan to be naked for the whole weekend since her parents would be away, and also tell her what she was planning to do on Saturday with Greg. That way she could say she was experimenting with what it would be like to be nude amongst a crowd of strangers, and then with a small group of friends, to see how she felt in both situations. It was still loony, but there was definitely an element of plausibility there that she might just be able to pull off if she gave it plenty of enthusiasm. There was no one else in the locker room yet.
Ok, here goes everything…
"Amelia, my deepest and most enduring of all friends…" Casey began.
"Yes…?" Amelia replied suspiciously, knowing full well that Casey was buttering her up for something.
"Are you doing anything on Sunday?"
"No, not at this stage. What did you have in mind?"
Whew! She's available at least.
"Well, you know how the other day you helped me with my nudist experiment?" Casey continued.
