A former starship captain is thrust into a series of adventures on parallel worlds which, for some reason, almost always seem to require her nudity and sexual submission. Is someone or something behind it all, or is it just the natural order of things?
Note: 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.
Warning: some chapters 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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Emily glanced nervously around the foyer of the Crescent, barely able to hear Casey's words. There were staff and guests coming and going everywhere, and plenty of glances were going their way. Without the benefit of Dark Emily, she was still also struggling to come to terms with her nudity and the cat tail and ears she had to wear, not to mention that Casey had clipped the leash to her collar, giving the clear impression to everyone passing that she was a pet being trained. Her mouth felt dry, and she kept having to swallow to restore some saliva. This was a complete nightmare!
Casey had some of the girls set up one of the dildo benches, and was pointing out the various features as she spoke, gesturing and waving with her free hand. "So, the Punisher at the finish line here shouldn't give you any trouble. He's about the same girth as those ones you were arrested with, just a bit taller. The others should be a breeze for a seasoned pussy like yours."
Seasoned pussy? What the fuck? But I guess she has a point for an ex-Earth 2 girl...
The mention of the hypons also pricked up Emily's ears. She tried to think of a way to weave it into the conversation but was unable to think clearly in the scheme of what was currently happening.
"Do we really have to do this here, Mistress?" Emily asked. "Surely it would be better if I practised somewhere in private first?"
Casey screwed up her face in incredulity before she responded.
"Emily, you and I both know that your problem wasn't anything to do with the insertions. It was doing it in front of people. That's why it has to be here, and what's there to worry about anyway? All of these girls have done it before, and they're well used to seeing it. The guests? Well, this sort of thing is one of the reasons they pay to be here. This is perfect practice for you before you face a big crowd again."
"I'm not comfortable with this," Emily replied, glancing in horror at the formidable row of phalluses in front of her. Already she could feel the adrenalin building at the idea of obeying her new mistress's current request.
"I know you're not. That's what this is about. It's about desensitising you, so you won't be as nervous next time you race," Casey counselled. "I didn't expect you to win your first event. It was just a test to see what we'd need to work on, and that shame you felt is the issue. Once we get that licked, we can work on your technique and speed. I'm sure you're going to be the athlete I thought you would be, and we can make Jolene and Katia eat shit."
Athlete? She sure has a weird idea of what passes for sport. This is insane!
"Okay, fine. Let's just get it over with then," Emily replied, beginning to resign herself to her fate.
"Not really the spirit I want from you but it's a starting point," Casey conceded with a shrug. "So, are you ready to jump onto the Tickler there, or do you need a minute?"
Emily didn't respond verbally. Instead, she stepped forward to the first dildo, the Tickler, which she was about to discover was aptly named since it was not of a particularly substantial girth and vibrated at a fairly low level. Despite her misgivings, her pussy felt as if it was pulsating in anticipation of feeling it inside her. The presence of juices on her inner thighs also attested to a high level of arousal. The jiggle of the leash on her collar certainly didn't diminish the experience either. She damned her humiliation kink and the resulting masochism that allowed her to enjoy it.
"Don't forget, hands behind your back," Casey pointed out.
Emily quickly moved her hands behind her back as she parted her knees and allowed the dildo to enter her, sliding all the way down until the green LED in front lit up to indicate a successful full penetration. She noted the clit cover prevented her from experiencing the full amount of physical pleasure that the dildo might offer her, yet at the same time its presence kept her fully aroused. It felt like being constantly on the brink of an orgasm, yet never being fully able to achieve it. A more frustrating experience she could not imagine.
"Great work, Emily!" Casey praised, tugging gently on the leash and stepping forward in line with the second dildo. "Now on to John Thomas."
The second dildo, John Thomas, felt slightly larger and tingled just a little more. Still nowhere near enough to trigger an orgasm, at least not with the clit cover in place. Seconds later, the LED glowed green and she raised herself off it and stepped forward to the next one.
"Awesome! Now, Richard the Third," Casey instructed, leading Emily onwards. "This one takes out most of the black collar girls but shouldn't be a problem for a red collar."
Again, Emily impaled herself on the object, noting that it felt nice on a certain level, but without an orgasm, the effect was not completely pleasant.
After that came Long Tall Sally, Mr Buzzy, Pulsar and the Big Dipper, each one increasing the level of frustration she was feeling. Big Ben came next, at which point she could take no more, especially as she looked up to see several people had now stopped their activities and had gathered to watch.
"I need to cum really bad, Mistress."
"We've been through this, Em," Casey sighed, rolling her eyes. "You only get to cum if you win a race, and the only way you'll win is if you practise this and get it right."
