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 but also contains characters, and references events from Casey's Fall and Casey's Rise. While not essential, it is recommended to read those first to get the most out of this story.
This story may contain 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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"I know you want this, Emily. You can't deny it. I saw you drop to your knees and rub one out in front of me after you went through the nudity pledge and signed up to become my indent. I saw the look on your face when you saw Katia and her piercing. I saw how you reacted to the sheath test. Now, get out of the car."
Casey wasn't having any of Emily's stalling today and was beginning to get impatient.
"Back in the cell was the time to change your mind about joining me. I was up front with you about everything. Now that time has passed. You've made your decision. You're both Crescent Girls now. It's time for you both to look like it," she continued, glancing at Madison for additional support.
"Come on, Em," Madison encouraged. "Remember why we're here."
Emily picked up on Madison's double meaning. Casey would assume that Madison was implying that they were now facing the consequences of the laws they had broken. Emily, though, knew she meant that it was just a temporary hurdle on their way to eventual freedom, and this was just something they had to do to get by until that time. Madison had reminded her of that in a pep talk that morning as they began their day by inserting the blue jewel butt-plugs they were supposed to wear.
"I know it seems like a lot," Madison had begun, "but seriously, when was the last time we had pubes anyway? Would you even want them anymore now? I know I feel a bit queasy at the idea of even having stubble these days, let alone a full bush. Besides, losing our pubes and wearing some jewellery and a butt plug are small prices to pay if it means we stay together and we keep those hypons nearby. I got my plug in, no worries, and it doesn't feel that bad. You wanna hand getting yours in?"
Emily had then been swept up in Madison's effervescent optimism, allowing her rosebud to be violated by her friend after she first lubricated the object with her saliva by inserting it into her mouth. The sensation was a curious one. Somehow providing a sense of being full; plugged up and penetrated without being in the act of sex. A few test steps around the room had Dark Emily smiling, while a coldness washed over the sane part of her as she considered going out into the street with it proudly visible between her butt cheeks.
Now in the car and facing that imminent prospect, Dark Emily had begun to take the reins, and the truth was that Emily wasn't stalling about exiting the car because she was afraid as such, she was stalling because she was fighting the dark part of her that wanted to do it. It wasn't just about wearing a butt-plug in public and facing the permanent loss of the ability to grow pubic hair and receiving a genital piercing that had her masochistic side triggered either. This wasn't like Earth 2 where every woman was naked. Here, the trio would be the only nudists amongst droves of clothed people going about their lives. While Casey didn't seem to have a problem with that, and also Madison to a similar extent, the sane part of Emily very much did have a problem with it. All of those aspects were off-the-scale humiliating which had aroused her masochistic nature, while her dark side was pushing her to go through with it for the sheer thrill of it, whether it was necessary to maintain her appearance of compliance to her new master or not. The resulting irony was that she was now simultaneously so turned on that she wasn't sure she could even walk, while also trying to resist the dark part of her pushing her to experience it.
"I-I'm sorry, Casey. This is a lot," Emily swallowed. "I might need some help."
Casey impatiently signalled to Madison who promptly leaned into the car past the tilted passenger seat and held out her hand to Emily huddled in the back. It was only when Emily's face emerged into the sunlight that Madison realised what the real problem was. Faced with little option, she turned to Casey.
"Remember what happened in the cell? That's about to happen again," Madison warned.
Casey frowned for a moment before breaking into a knowing smile. She then leaned in to address Emily. "I understand, Em. Get it out of your system and we'll try again. We'll stand guard in the meantime and try to give you some privacy."
"You expect me to rub one out in the car?" Emily gasped.
"Well, it seems we don't have much choice," Casey answered.
"But here? There are people everywhere!"
"You'll be fine. You've done worse in front of people anyway."
After Casey closed the car door, Emily looked around at the people walking by outside. They were parked in a downtown shopping precinct with people bustling about everywhere around them. Plus, Casey and Madison's nudity wasn't exactly going unnoticed, so they were drawing attention. However, that also meant that people's gazes would be focussed on the naked girls outside in full view, not the third naked girl masturbating in the back of a car. The car's tinted windows would also help to obscure her. At the same time, Dark Emily loved the idea of being seen doing what she was about to do. The idea of someone looking in just as she hit the point of no return was making her pulse quicken while tingles washed through her limbs. Rational Emily, meanwhile, tried to justify it by telling herself that doing it voluntarily now would reduce the chances of it happening in public involuntarily later. It was the pragmatic choice.
She allowed her hand to drop into her lap, glancing fervently outside to ensure no one had thought to look inside. She then parted her legs just enough to allow access to her aching pussy. One touch to her hyper-aroused clitoris was enough to set off an immediate and overdue orgasm. As the waves of pleasure subsided, she did it once more. Not because she couldn't resist, as was the case just weeks before, but more as a pre-emptive measure to help ensure the urge wouldn't return too soon. She knew that what she was about to go through was going to trigger her in no uncertain terms, but there was nothing for it but to face it and get it over with.
She tapped on the glass, signalling to Madison and Casey that she was done.
"Feel better now?" Casey smiled, somewhat condescendingly.
"Tonnes," Emily admitted, while also being wholly embarrassed to have to admit it. Another thought crossed her mind which would add to that embarrassment. "Oh God, I hope I didn't leave a mess on your seat!"
Casey giggled at that and placed her hand reassuringly on Emily's forearm. "No, the seats aren't real leather. They wipe clean and won't stain. We learnt to spec our cars with this stuff a long time ago. You're not the first nasty little slut I've had to ferry somewhere, and I'm sure you won't be the last. We would have gone with vinyl, but with our summers you may as well sit your bare ass on a hotplate. This material is much better. It looks good too, right?"
"Damn," Madison volunteered, seemingly oblivious to Emily's wide eyes at Casey's slur on her character. "Totally fooled me. I thought they were leather."
"Nope, totally fake," Casey reiterated. "Anyway, if we're all good here, let's get going. We're running a little late."
"They won't cancel the appointment if we're late?" Emily asked hopefully as she nervously stepped out into the street while trying not to meet the gazes of the people passing by.
"Not for me they won't," Casey confidently responded as she set off, triggering the car's remote lock behind her without looking back. Emily and Madison had little choice but to hotfoot it to keep pace behind her. Walking with butt-plugs in their assholes was a new experience as well. Both women kept feeling like they would pop out if they moved the wrong way, so they kept themselves clenched, which made walking more laboured than usual. Emily also couldn't help but wonder about the spectacle she was creating, once again bringing to mind the contrast between the starship captain and envoy she once was, and the publicly naked sex worker with a plug in her ass that she had become in this world, even if it was only temporary. Feeling Dark Emily rising again, she quickly suppressed the thought and focussed on the task at hand.
A short time later, Emily and Madison found themselves laying face up on gurneys in a salon as two women in white lab coats pasted a strange smelling goo all over their bodies wherever they grew hair. Emily's technician casually made conversation as she worked, but Emily was barely able to focus on her words. She was still recovering from the public nudity experience just moments before and was now struggling with the reality that she was in the process of losing her pubes permanently.
"New Crescent Girls," the technician cheerfully commented. "You're going to love this. No more shaving ever again."
The comment sent chills down Emily's spine, triggering her masochistic side despite her best efforts to suppress it. As the woman applied the goo to Emily's pubic area, Emily flinched noticeably and closed her legs to avoid having her clit accidentally touched, knowing it would trigger an unwanted orgasm. Her heart was racing with the experience, and she knew it would not take much.
"Bit sensitive? Sorry about that. All done with that bit now, though," the woman responded, noticing the flinch but not pausing in her work.
"You'll have to excuse her," Casey piped in as she watched the proceedings. "She has some self-control issues."
The woman's hands paused as she looked at Casey with a combination of shock and open disgust, "Oh, um... I'm not sure I'm comfortable with proceeding if she's getting off on this..."
