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 realising there was no way she could perform the day's mission without lots of people seeing her naked. How could she walk the full length of a campus hallway without being seen by dozens, if not maybe hundreds of people? The best she could hope for would be to minimise the damage. That meant planning and timing. Again, by making sure campus security and faculty weren't in the area and doing it at mid-lunchtime when most students would be in the cafeteria or outside somewhere. She packed a spare dress in her backpack. A good starting point was her idea about taking two dresses and leaving one at the destination end so she could dress again without having to go all the way back to where she started from naked as well.
One problem could be the psych student if he saw her again, but she figured he wasn't too difficult to blow off last time. If it came to it she could just tell him to fuck off and let him think whatever he wanted.
Her period had pretty much finished so that wouldn't be a problem. One issue was that she would have to walk past her photographer at some point though, who would then probably be recording her from behind. Her blackmailer would be expecting to see the butt-plug so she would have to wear that.
As if being naked in front of everyone wasn't humiliating enough…
The only other thing was she needed an excuse for what she was doing. The one she decided on this time was to claim it was a dare. Anything was better than having to say she was an exhibitionist or a slut, at least for as long as possible. So today, she'd basically just tell someone straight out that she was on a dare, and then hand them her phone to film it as "proof" before they could say no. A boy would be easier to convince than a girl too… The only problem with using that excuse was that it was a once only deal. If she tried using it a second time on a similar mission, she would not be believed and would be forced to admit she was an exhibitionist, even though it would be a lie. She hated anyone seeing her naked.
And that's exactly how it played out. After dealing with just one upskirt request mid-morning, nothing else eventuated until lunchtime. She scouted around for faculty and checked that the security guard was eating lunch in his office, which he was. Then she put her spare dress behind a trash can at the other end and scouted the hallway. There were maybe a dozen students and no sign even of the meddling psych student from the day before. She picked her mark - a boy standing alone staring out the windows about halfway down. Then with a deep breath she approached him.
"Pardon me?" she began. "I've been dared to streak down this hallway, and I have to get video evidence. Could you record me?"
"What? Now?" he replied, scarcely believing it was real.
"You betcha!" Casey replied, trying to appear as playfully enthusiastic as possible.
He paused for a few moments while he considered it. Then his face broke into a smile.
"Well ok, but only if I can record it on my phone as well?" he responded.
"Um... errr.. well, I guess so. Why not?"
And with that Casey quickly went to the starting point and waited for his signal to go. She could hear her heartbeat thumping in her ears. Time seemed to stop, and everything went silent as she anticipated what she was about to do. Was she really about to do this? All she could do was watch the boy holding a phone in each hand and wait for his nod. Finally, he indicated he was ready. She grabbed the hem of her dress and slowly started to lift it up, exposing the curve of her hips and the lower part of her buttocks. She could feel the air on her pussy lips. This wasn't right. This wasn't the place to be naked. She wanted to be sick. There was no backing out now though, so without thinking about it further, she quickly pulled the dress up over her head, tossed it against the wall and started walking.
She noticed the boy's eyes got big, probably not believing she was actually doing it. It was too late to turn back now. One dress was ten steps behind her and the other lay way down the other end of the passage. She was naked in no man's land now with nothing to cover herself with. All she could do was keep walking and try to pretend she wasn't completely mortified as people turned to stare in amazement.
"OMG is she naked?"
"Is that a jewel in her butt? How is she holding that in there?"
"A butt-plug. Seriously? Who would wear something like that to class?
"Oh wow, she's shaved. I much prefer that look."
"I don't. I like a bit of hair. Not too much though. A full bush is kind of gross. Just a nice landing strip is nice."
"Kind of small tits, but for some reason I wanna put them in my mouth anyway."
"We haven't had a streaker this year, and this one's a girl! About time!"
Casey tried to block it out, keeping her eyes down and focussing on the next step in front of her. In her peripheral vision she saw her photographer to her right, and she risked a glance up. Two more girls had appeared in the hallway in front of her, but she was past the halfway point now. Way too late to turn back now.
"OMG she's naked."
"Streaker!"
"She's fully shaved. What a slut."
Suddenly the full reality of what she was doing entered her mind, and Casey's legs almost buckled.
C'mon Casey. Almost there! Just keep going.
And finally, it was done.
She grabbed her spare dress and quickly put it on, and then turned to discover there were now about fifty students watching her in the hallway. Her face turned bright red as a cheer went up from the crowd in response. She looked for her photographer and spotted him waving her phone. As she went to fetch it there were dozens of high fives, mostly from boys. Casey smiled and ran with it, but inwardly she was totally mortified.
"That was fucking awesome!" her photographer commented.
"Oh, please don't put that online," Casey asked him. "If my parents saw it, they'd kill me."
"No worries. It won't go anywhere," he assured her.
She sincerely hoped he wasn't lying about that as she grabbed her other dress and got out of there as quickly as she could. While humiliated beyond belief, now that she had a lot more witnesses than she had hoped for and a boy now had a video of her that she had no control over, she reassured herself that her plan was successful, and the mission was now done and dusted. She hoped it would be the last.
She got another upskirt text request just after lunch but heard nothing else until classes were dismissed and she was almost about to head to Mark's for her photoshoot.
Ding.
"Did you complete the mission? Where is the video?"
She hadn't had time to send it, so she did it right then while she was still connected to the campus Wi-Fi. Then she got on her bike and commenced the short trip to Mark's. Her phone dinged again while she was cycling but she decided she would check it when she got there.
"Thank you. See you at 8:30"
Mark wasn't in reception when she arrived, so she just said hello to Gillian who took her out to the dressing room. As usual, Gillian had Casey undress to put on a robe, and then asked her to go shave again before doing her hair and makeup. She then had her put on some high heels and led her out to Mark in a hearth type set complete with a fake fireplace and a shaggy rug.
Mark looked up from his equipment as she approached.
"Oh hi, Casey! You look fantastic as usual. Has Auntie Flo left for the month yet?" he asked.
