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 embarrassment, 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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Blaze rounded the first bend of her home track, feeling the welcome sensation of strong legs pumping, and perspiration making her brown skin glow. With her wrists bound behind her, her gait was somewhat unusual, but she was well used to it. Even the clamps on her teats caused her no discomfort. It was a pleasure to be adorned as Master required. With a hiss through her bit, she increased her pace as she approached the next bend.
Father had always promised he would send her to market on the day she came of age and became a filly. With her brown doe eyes and tan skin, he always said she was a natural fancy, and he knew she would fetch a fine price. Blaze was the eldest of five sucklings birthed to her dam, Goldie, a draft mare. Draft mares worked the fields, carrying burdens, pulling ploughs, or any task that was needed. Usually, they were completely nude from head to toe since clothing and bridles were nonessential for their duties and therefore an unnecessary expense, but harnesses were attached when they were required to pull. These mares were generally older or stockier. Their worth was in their strength, endurance, and breeding ability, while fillies had to be fast and light.
Goldie generally drew the plough but also drew the surrey that took Blaze to market that day. It was a practical choice since she pulled like no other that Father had in his stable, dragging the surrey with ease as if it was unladen. She easily did the work of two fillies.
At the market, the rough calico dress was taken from Blaze's body as the potential bidders stared and prodded. That was the last time she had been completely covered. Even as she stepped up to the auction block, she faced the crowd totally nude. Muzza, her new master, had won the bid and then led her here to her new home with her wrists bound behind her on a rope with the other fillies of age that he had procured that day.
From there she was roughly bathed, and every hair scraped from her body from the neck down. That was to become a daily ritual amongst the fillies and draft mares of the new ranch, each helping out the others to reach the more difficult areas. Like the ranch she had been raised on and everywhere else she had known, fillies were rarely seen completely bare skinned outside of the stables. After bathing, they were fitted with harnesses with their wrists bound behind their backs. A leather cap serving as a bridle went on their heads to hold bits in their mouths, with space on top of the cap for a ponytail to stick out as a plume. Tassels were clamped to their teats, and their feet were shod with boots, while their pissers were left completely exposed for when the need arose while also leaving their thighs and rear quarters free to run unhindered.
As Father had promised, Blaze had earned the title of 'fancy' early on. These were the prettiest and most athletic of the fillies. They were chosen for sulky racing but were also singled out to create a spectacle of finery as they pulled their masters and mistresses to the most glamourous of events.
Most days on the new ranch for Blaze and the other fillies were filled with running and dragging things to get their bodies in tip top shape for racing, where they would be paired with another filly of similar proportions and speed. A yoke would then be threaded through the crooks of their arms and across their lower backs to pull a lightweight sulky and jockey around the track while crowds placed bets and cheered them on.
Pulling the heavy buckboard the previous day had mostly been a training run, but Master Muzza and Master Jacko had also used it as an opportunity to do some hunting. Little did they expect to find the brumbies. Unclaimed and wild, it was rare to see such as those from the underclasses, since being a mare at least meant having a full belly and a dry place to sleep. It was also an honour to race or to be part of a team in front of a carriage, unlike scrambling for nourishment in the brushland and sleeping on twigs like a feral beast.
Rounding the final bend, Blaze noticed the brumbies being led out onto the field. She hissed again through her bit in anger. New fillies always garnered all of the masters' attention, and they were always useless in the beginning. These ones were particularly ignorant, not to mention potentially troublesome. It was going to be a trying time.
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The buckboard trundled along the road for some thirty minutes with Emily, Casey, Cassandra, and Madison trailing behind roped together. The girls were completely bewildered by the turn of events, their faces blank and staring, except for Cassandra who was a picture of complete fury.
"Left, left," called Muzza, and the procession turned sharply through large wrought iron gates opening up to a field surrounded by multiple buildings. Taking pride of place was a large, whitewashed farmhouse with a veranda out front and various pot plants suspended from the eaves. The other buildings looked like barns and sheds, constructed of unpainted timber and corrugated iron rooves. Large open doors indicated they were in use. Around these, several naked women could be seen. Dusk had begun to fall but the lush greenery of the estate was clearly visible, particularly in the centre of a circular field that the buildings faced. Around its outskirts was a dirt track which was neatly raked and enclosed by a low fence with gaps in multiple places to allow entry.
"Woah!" called Muzza as the wagon approached one of the barns. Several of the women nearby looked up, eyeing the spectacle with interest but without otherwise reacting. More emerged from the barn, clearly curious to see what the others were looking at.
Muzza and Jacko ignored them. Instead, dismounting the wagon and attending to the four women hitched in front, unfastening various straps, and removing the yokes.
"Good work, Blaze. Nicely done, Dash. Lookin' good, Scout, keep it up, Freckles," Jacko praised as the women were freed. "Go hose yourselves off and get yourselves a feed," he instructed as he gave one a playful slap on the rump, causing her to hasten. Then he turned to his newly captured prizes at the rear of the wagon.
"So, what have we got here?" he began as he circled the women, looking them up and down while murmuring comments and questions to each one, clearly not expecting answers since they obviously couldn't speak with the bits in their mouths.
"I haven't seen a filly with blue hair before, nor these illustrations on your arms. Who did that to you..."
"You have one side of your head clean shaven. Was that a punishment or did you do it yourself..."
"You seem a bit older. Could you be their dam? No, not old enough for that. Still a filly, and nice strong legs. Let's see how you go pulling a sulky. Not quite fit for becoming a draft mare yet."
"This one looks like she needs a good meal. Not much in the way of teats on her. Must be feelin' the cold a bit too. Look at them nips! You look fast, though, and fair of face. You all are. Fancies for sure. Why were you all wandering the roads freely, though? You clearly have no owners. Never mind, let's get you cleaned up."
With that, he untied the rope and led the women in the direction that the four buckboard pullers had gone, commanding them to follow with a double click of his tongue, which did little to calm Cassandra's outrage. Around the side of the barn, they were met with the sight of Blaze and the others, now unbridled, unharnessed and barefoot, just finishing washing themselves under a hose.
Muzza then took over the rope and fixed it to a pole at the corner of the concrete slab of the washing area, then Jacko proceeded to spray the women with water from a hose. To the girls' extreme dismay, it was stone cold. They shivered in response, arching their backs and straining at their bonds in an attempt to evade the freezing stream.
Finally, Jacko turned the tap off before picking up a bucket filled with soapy water. He then proceeded to wash them roughly with a sponge, smiling as they tried to manoeuvre beyond his grasp when he washed their more delicate areas. Once covered in suds, he produced a cutthroat razor and took Emily's elbow, leading her close to the bucket and dropping to one knee to focus on the task of shaving her. Then he stopped, squinted in surprise, and moved his face close to her pubic area before brushing it with the back of his knuckles. Emily did her best not to flinch in the circumstances, standing defiantly without moving.
"This one ain't got no hair, Muzza," he exclaimed before running his palms down Emily's legs. "No hair anywhere even!"
"What about the others?" Muzza asked.
"Nope, ain't none of 'em got any hairs," Jacko reported after a quick inspection of the other girls revealed the same issue.
"Does that mean someone owns 'em then if they all freshly shaved?" Muzza asked with some disappointment.
