Emily finds herself back in a strange parallel world where female nudity and submission is not just expected but legally enforced. (This is a sequel to Emily 2.0. It is recommended to read that first).
This story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
Themes include ENF, CMNF, humiliation, non-consent, reluctance, public nudity, public sex, a touch of BDSM here and there, and occasional violence if it's relevant to the story or character development.
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The following day, Emily woke up and took in her new surroundings. The curtains around her bunk shielded her view of the other women in the barracks but she could hear their voices murmuring around her. A frown crossed her face as she remembered Collingwood. She had not yet had a chance to catch up with him, so that would be first on her agenda that morning, right after seeing what Madison was up to.
She pulled a curtain back to reveal about 20 blurry-eyed and tousle-haired women, all completely naked. Some sat cross-legged on bunks chatting, some still slept, while others were sitting at desks looking at Vidlinks. Most were yet to put on their collars for the day.
"Good morning, Emily!" Elizabeth greeted cheerfully from a nearby bunk. "I think Lieutenant Maddie has proceeded to the bathroom, if you were looking for her."
"Thanks, Elizabeth. Good morning to you too," Emily sleepily replied. "Yes, that's usually my first port of call in the morning as well."
"As it is with most of us, I think," Elizabeth grinned. "I shall join you, if that is okay?"
"Um... yeah, no problems," Emily agreed.
As she stood up, she became aware that something felt different, but also familiar. Sure, the thought of getting up and going about her business completely nude felt just as appalling as it always did, but she'd been there and done that before. She was also surrounded by dozens of other women who were just as nude, so she shouldn't be feeling out of place. It was a strange feeling. Both new and old at the same time, like that first day back at work after a vacation, but more intense. It was something she thought she had finally escaped from and now she was right back in it again. Even just learning that she was coming back had put her in a tailspin over the last few weeks, dreading this moment and not quite believing it was happening. Now it was here, and real. However, underneath those feelings, the kink part of her was excited by it. It felt like another personality within her. Dark Emily. She was licking her lips and wanted to take over. She knew she didn't need to live in the shadows anymore now. The leash could be unclipped, and she could be allowed to run free. It would feel so good to do that too, but there would be no coming back from that...
With a deep breath, she gathered her toiletries and makeup and made her way to the bathroom with the almost annoyingly chirpy Elizabeth in tow.
"I would like to hear more stories of your world," Elizabeth chattered as they walked, constantly turning towards Emily. "What types of coverings do women wear there? Are they unhappy that they must be covered? Do they receive the rattan if they are not covered, as some do here if they are found covered?"
Oh my God, it's too early for this.
"It's a very different place," Emily politely began, wondering how she could best explain it to someone who found it completely foreign to their way of life. "There are many different styles of clothing which have been specially designed for women. There's a whole industry around it, which we call the Fashion Industry. A lot of women are obsessed with it and find a lot of happiness in both wearing lots of different styles, and shopping for it. In most public places it's illegal to be revealed, but the rattan isn't used for those who are caught undressed. A punishment would normally only be a fine."
"A fine?" Elizabeth asked.
"Um... a portion of currency she has earned that she must give as recompense," Emily explained.
"This does not make sense," Elizabeth frowned. "Why would they take currency from her again after they have first given it to her? Why does she have need of currency anyway? Why is it not legal to be revealed? Are others not pleased to see her gifts?"
Jesus!
"Okay, well think of it like you are a man. You get up in the morning and dress for your occupation. Then you proceed there and perform whatever tasks are required of you. In return for your labour, you are given currency. Well, women live in exactly the same way."
"Oh..."
Elizabeth fell silent as she considered what she had just learned.
"I do not think I would like your world," she eventually decided.
"No, I don't like it much either," Emily agreed, albeit for different reasons.
Finally, they were at the bathroom. Emily opened the door to find several women present, including Madison, who was just adding the finishing touches to her makeup. To Emily's dismay, the showers did not have stalls and she could see one woman in the process of shaving her legs and pubic area. She realised that she too would have to perform the task in front of everyone there. It was of some consolation that everyone was in the same boat here and they all did it, but it brought to mind the time when she had been asked to do it in front of her deb training class. Her head began to swim as the memory triggered her humiliation kink. It would be difficult not to think about that as she repeated the task in these circumstances.
"'morning, Em, how did you sleep?" Madison greeted, glancing at Emily in her mirror.
"Yeah, good! The bed was lovely," Emily replied, without bothering to reveal the amount of tossing and turning she went through prior to finally nodding off the night before.
"Great! Well, you know where the Mess is when you're done here," Madison continued. "I'll meet you there and have a cuppa waiting for you."
"You're a godsend, Madison. I would just about kill for a coffee now."
"Done deal. See you there then," Madison replied with a wide smile as she threw her towel into a large open trolley near the door, gathered her effects and departed.
