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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Six weeks had passed since the genital enhancement therapy. Six weeks of wearing a steel collar with chains and cuffs to prevent her from masturbating. Six weeks of orgasm denial. Well, not complete denial. Showering with Elizabeth had become a necessary daily event, since Emily now needed assistance with the task of washing and shaving, and it always ended in cunnilingus and a welcome orgasm. It wasn't enough, though. That meant begging Collingwood for a reprieve from her restraints, but, even when he was willing, he had been preoccupied with his work and unavailable for the last few weeks. Similarly, Madison had been busy and difficult to track down most days of late. That just left couplings with men, which were few and far between due to spending the majority of her time in her office or the women's quarters because of the collar and cuffs. There was a haunted look to her eyes from the constant arousal and need to get off, while not being able to. At the same time, she saw the cuffs as a necessary evil. If it wasn't for them, she'd likely do little else than plunge her fingers into her pussy, no matter who was around or what she was doing. She had completely lost control of her self-restraint in that regard.
Collingwood still hadn't replaced the IUD, but that situation had become a little tricky. The General had got wind of it during the process of arranging for the genital enhancing therapy, and he had since officially ordered Collingwood not to replace it. While that didn't make replacing it completely out of the question (it was a secret before, and it could easily be a secret again), she had the birth control implant to fall back on anyway, so it wasn't a priority. Still, it troubled her.
Tick... tick...
Looking in the mirror, she lifted her elbows up and raised her hands as far as the chains allowed. Then she turned to her side. There was no denying it now. Her body looked different. Her breasts had definitely shrunk, but her areola had gone the opposite way. They now puffed out prominently, while her nipples still stood constantly at attention since the day after the genital enhancing procedure. The effect was almost obscene. Not just boobs, which were visible everywhere in this place, but somehow a more sexualised version demanding attention and desire. Emily was almost glad of the collar and cuffs, which allowed her to keep them covered with her forearms for the most part.
Her eyes drifted downwards. Her stomach was definitely flatter, and she could see a hint of abdominal muscles. Her arms and legs were also looking more muscular than usual. It would be easy to assume that she'd signed up for CrossFit or weight training, but she hadn't been exercising any more than usual, and definitely not with weights.
She chanced a look at her pubic area. She had grown to loathe looking at herself down there. It wasn't just the lack of pubic hair, she was well used to its absence now, it was her labia minora. Her fear that the therapy would change her appearance had been realised. While they always protruded slightly, now they were completely obvious. Even with her legs together they were still visible. Madison and Elizabeth were both shocked at how much her genitals had changed. Both commented that they had never seen such a discernible transformation before, but they assured Emily that she still looked beautiful and there were plenty of other women with a similar appearance. Emily wasn't convinced, though, and loathed that it was always on display in this place whether she liked it or not, and that any man could command her to get into a position for a better look anytime he wanted. That, however, also triggered her humiliation kink, so she was trapped in a cycle of hating that people could see her altered anatomy in such detail, while relishing every second of it.
The thought increased the need to cum to a new level of urgency. Madison's current whereabouts were unknown so she would have to find Collingwood and beg him to release her for a few minutes, no matter how busy he was. That of course would be humiliating, and the bastard would surely toy with her for some time before he allowed it, but there was little choice in the circumstances. To her surprise, though, he barely hesitated. One look at the wild-eyed woman before him must have been enough to convince him, the moment he set eyes upon her.
"R-Rod, I need you to let me free for a minute," she nervously greeted on entering the lab.
It had been some weeks since she'd been in the lab for any length of time and she noted a few changes, including several metallic, bullet-shaped objects, slightly shorter but of a similar girth to soda cans, arranged on his desk. Her curiosity about them was secondary to her current need, though.
"Good morning, 7GQA9E. What is it I can do for you?" Collingwood began, before even looking up from his work. When he did, his expression immediately changed to one of concern. "Oh, I see. Very well."
With that, he produced the key and removed the collar and cuffs from Emily's neck and wrists. Emily immediately seized the opportunity to masturbate without even considering his presence for a moment. It was hardly the first time she'd done this in front of him anyway. It had almost become normal behaviour. She remained standing, and instantly exploded in orgasm the moment her fingers contacted her clitoris. Her knees buckled and her body convulsed spasmodically as waves of pleasure overwhelmed her. One orgasm had barely finished when another overtook her.
Collingwood watched on, his initial concern now giving way to increasing arousal. She truly was breathtaking, and seeing her performance was certainly ticking all of the right boxes. A desire to get off suddenly overwhelmed him as well, so he took position beside her, unzipped, and placed her left hand against his bulging erection. She took it unthinkingly and began pumping it with as much fury as she was applying to her own genitals.
Soon, his knees also buckled as he ejaculated onto the lab floor. Breaking away from her grip, he gathered some paper towel to clean himself up and also the mess on the floor, not failing to notice that Emily's activity had still not abated. He realised he would need to intervene, but something else also grabbed his attention.
"'Present', 7GQA9E," he commanded.
Emily glanced at him briefly on hearing the command but did not respond. Instead, she continued rubbing her clitoris with determination, convulsing as yet another orgasm washed over her.
"Look, you're going to do yourself an injury if you don't stop," he tried. "You really need to cease that now and 'Present'. I have other matters I wish to discuss."
Emily rolled her eyes and finally obeyed, placing her hands behind her neck, as she had become accustomed to over the last few weeks, instead of behind her back as the 'Present' position normally required.
After thanking her for finally obeying, he proceeded to walk around her, looking her up and down with a slightly puzzled expression.
"You look different, 7GQA9E. I guess I've had my head down and been completely oblivious to everything else around me lately, including you. Perhaps longer than I thought. Unless it has just been some time since I last viewed your fine form without your hands restrained? Have you been dieting or exercising more than usual?"
"No, nothing," she replied, fighting the urge to continue masturbating by focussing on his words. "If anything, I've been eating more than usual. I put it down to the adrenaline of my current situation triggering my appetite."
"You are noticeably leaner," he noted. "It is particularly apparent in your breasts. They seem to have shrunken considerably. No wait, it's more than that. They have changed shape, particularly your areola. Congratulations, 7GQA9E, it seems that you have the highly desirable puffy nipple style of breast now."
"I noticed that too," she grimly nodded. "I'm not sure I'm pleased with it, plus I was given no warning that this might happen. It certainly hasn't happened to anyone else who had the therapy. At least no one I know who has had it."
"Then, what makes you different to everyone else..." he mused out loud. "Clearly, it's hormonal..."
