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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As Emily woke up, the effects of the pill had well and truly worn off, so she was back to feeling conscious of her nudity. The presence of the clit cover preventing her from having orgasms also weighed heavily on her mind. While she now thought of her pet girl submission as more of a game she was playing with Casey, one thing she was certain about was that Casey also played for keeps, so there wouldn't be a reward there for the asking no matter how much she begged. She would have to earn it with wins in the dildo arena. That, however, was less of a concern now that she had ready access to the aphrodisiac pills, and therefore Dark Emily to push her down the obstacle course without being hindered by humiliation.
Something else was bothering her, though, which might also be a factor in her success on the dildo course. She thought back to Earth 2 when one of the chains broke on the cuffs she was wearing to prevent her from masturbating. Then last night, the spasm in her body that had caused the dildo to be wrenched from its base. Coincidence maybe, but there were other little things as well. Accidentally slamming doors behind her, a pen once breaking in her hands while she was drumming it in thought on a desk, and effortlessly lifting Madison onto a bathroom bench to give her a blowjob. Her suspicions mounting, she made her way to the gym in the basement of the boarding house to test her theory.
Finding the gym empty, she looked around and noticed Olympic barbells with lots of bumper plates of various sizes. That would do for a test. She set them up for a deadlift, beginning with two twenty-five-kilogram plates. Normally, this would be pushing the maximum limit of what she could lift, but it gave her no trouble at all. In fact, she was able to easily clean the bar to her chest. Setting the bar back down, she added another two twenty-five-kilogram bumper plates. Again, no problems, so she decided to double it. The bar looked formidable with four of the large plates on either side, which was the limit of what was available in the small but well-equipped gym, and she didn't think she had any hope at all. This was the kind of weight that a muscle-bound male gym junkie would tackle. It was certainly well beyond the capabilities of a somewhat skinny, yet reasonably fit woman. Oh well, she could only fail. At least it would give her an indication of what she could achieve.
While re-doing her ponytail, Emily imagined someone walking in as she bent over to lift the weights. A shudder went through her as she realised her anus would be on full display in the large mirror behind her.
She cringed, "Forever naked."
Attempting to push her unshakable humiliation over this familiar circumstance aside, she positioned herself in the centre of the bar. She made sure to keep her back straight and adopted the correct grip, she quivered when she realised proper technique only pushed her ass out and made a glaring spectacle of both intimate holes in the mirror.
As she lifted, she nearly forgot about being naked, instead feeling a rush of strength. At first, she was surprised to find the bar bowed noticeably as she took the strain. She'd never seen a bar bend before, at least not as much as this one was. Then, up it came off the floor, until she raised it to full height. While she could certainly sense it was heavy, she also knew that this was still well below the limit of what she could do. In shock, she dropped the bar, watching it crash to the floor and bounce in a somewhat frightening manner due to its weight, and also shaking the mirrors around the room.
Seeing the mirrors vibrate, she again felt embarrassed thinking about her naked asshole and pussy exposed to anyone watching, and she nearly shrieked when she noticed Charlotte, the front desk guard, in the doorway.
"What the hell was that?" Charlotte asked, her eyes immediately drawn to Emily's ass, and then she noticed the massive barbell. "What the fuck? Did you just lift that?"
Knowing that no ordinary woman could lift such a weight, and not wanting to appear as a freak since she figured she was already freakish enough to most people in this place, she quickly scrambled to come up with some excuse or explanation.
"Oh, no, I was just mucking around," Emily nervously laughed. "I found it like that and wondered what it would feel like to try to lift it. I couldn't even budge it, then I tripped over it and fell on my face. Sorry if I disturbed you."
Charlotte looked back and forth between the massive barbell and Emily, before accepting the explanation. "No troubles. Jesus, I wonder who set that up, though? I wouldn't have a hope of lifting that, and I'm one of the strongest girls here."
"No idea," Emily agreed, before deciding her best strategy from there would be to exit as quickly as possible. "Anyway, I better go shower and get ready for my day. I'll see you later on, Charlotte."
"Yeah, have a good one, Emily," Charlotte replied, still looking at the barbell on the floor, before shrugging and heading back to the front desk.
As Emily headed back up to her room, she pondered the new discovery. She was strong. Like, really strong. Stronger than any man she knew. Obviously yet another side-effect of the genital enhancement therapy and birth control implant which had also given her permanently erect nipples, elongated labia minora and a hyper-sensitive clitoris. Not to mention causing her to completely lose control of her arousal. Thankfully the clitoris situation seemed to now be calming, even without the clit cover preventing it from being touched. That also seemed to be settling the arousal problem, although that was harder to say with any confidence. She often wondered if her acceptance of the conditions she now found herself under in this world could well mean she was still very much unbalanced, and not her usual sane self.
What to do about this unusual physical strength, though? If anyone found out, she would surely be ridiculed for it. It wasn't feminine to be strong. To be this strong was downright freakish. She didn't need that sort of attention. She'd received enough of that type of negativity already while wearing the chains back on Earth 2, and the cat ears and butt-plug tail she wore here. Her nipples were still constantly brought to her attention, as if she didn't know already. Honestly, if one more person asked her if she was cold, she might very well lose it. No, it was better to keep it to herself.
After showering, applying makeup and donning the cat ears and tail, she joined Madison for the short walk to the Crescent. Without the pill, she felt very conspicuous and embarrassed to be naked in public, not to mention the tail inserted into her butt. Now also she would never have pubic hair again. Always hairless and smooth with every detail of her vulva on public display. She tried to assure herself that she didn't stand out in this place, since naked women were hardly a rare sight, but still that familiar tingle of humiliation-inspired masochism both thrilled and appalled her.
On entering the foyer, she discovered three dildo benches set up with a corresponding number of red collar girls and their mistresses putting them through their paces. At first, she thought nothing of it, but then she noticed Katia standing in the corner. Their eyes met briefly, only for Katia to glare menacingly at her before turning and walking away in a huff.
It then occurred to Emily that she had caused this situation. These girls' mistresses were now deeply concerned about winning future races after the previous night's performance, so they were training their pets to get better. Katia's reaction was because Emily posed a threat to her orgasms. Likewise, these other red collar girls now had a much lower chance of ever receiving a reward. With Katia's domination, it had likely been weeks, if not months since they had last had an orgasm. Now with a new threat who had thoroughly trounced Katia, the chances of an orgasm were even slimmer. That didn't seem fair at all. Her athletic ability, in combination with the pill allowing Dark Emily to take over, would make her impossible to beat. She wondered briefly if she should throw a few races, or perhaps feign an illness so they would at least get a chance. However, it seemed likely that Katia would be the only one to benefit from that.
Casey noticed Emily's pensiveness as she sat down at her desk. "What's up, Em? I thought you'd be in a good mood after last night?"
