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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From the moment Collingwood first laid eyes on the photograph featuring Casey, something about her had intrigued him. She had an innocence about her, yet clearly, she was far from it. He had used the time that Elizabeth spent interviewing Blaze before the journey to Pony World to learn more about her and find more photographs. She had a history of pornographic modelling and was now the madam of what was essentially a brothel. Her tattoos, athletic physique, and fluorescent hair colouring also revealed an element of the kind of life she had lived. Yet still she exuded an innocent quality. Innocence corrupted. A curious combination.
Now seeing her in person, he was no less intrigued. He kept glancing at her when she wasn't looking his way, then quickly looking away again before their eyes could meet as she felt his gaze and turned towards him.
His investigations also revealed the troubling circumstances that had guided her life. Court records revealed that her sister had entrapped her into the life she now led. Once this had come to light, the situation was reversed. The judge granted her freedom while sentencing the evil sister to a lengthy term of indenture for blackmail. There was also a deprivation of liberty charge that had been dropped due to a plea deal. Curiously, Casey had chosen to continue the life she had been forced into, and also had purchased her sister. Collingwood felt certain that he would not want anything to do with such a person in the same circumstances. However, perhaps purchasing her created an opportunity for vengeance? It seemed that was indeed what Casey had done. Jolene appeared on several websites performing nude modelling and many X-rated acts, and she also bore the small crescent tattoo on her wrist to indicate she was a registered nudist. He smirked seeing the same tattoo on Emily and Madison now. Now there were two worlds where Emily was forbidden to wear clothing.
Another thought occurred to him as he looked around the bridge at the five completely naked women amongst the fully clothed men. While Earth 2 men often undressed to have sex and exhibited no qualms in doing so in front of others, the difference was that they could dress again afterwards while women could not. Women were expected to be permanently naked, whether before, during, or after sex, or just going about their day-to-day business. The registered nudity laws of Earth 3 also plunged people into the same predicament. Collingwood knew what it felt like after a raunchy sex session when one's brain returned to normalcy once sexual desire had been satiated. There was a sense of awkwardness at being naked. Dressing provided a closure to that sensation, an ability to forget the animalistic urges that had just overcome him and get back to reality. To not be able to dress in that moment would be disconcerting; unnecessarily exposed and vulnerable, ridiculous even, particularly when nudity was also public and not just confined to the bedroom.
There was an obvious unfairness about it, particularly with the knowledge that neither Emily, Madison nor Casey had entered into it by choice. This, however, was overshadowed by his sheer joy at being surrounded by such eye-candy on a daily basis. There was also a thrill in the concept, which added to its appeal for him, but also a vicarious element to that appeal. He often wondered what it would be like to be in Emily's shoes. He could imagine her horror at arriving on Earth 2 and being forcibly stripped, and then never allowed clothing again in the years since. Whilst he could empathise with her to an extent, the thought of going through that himself also triggered a stirring in his nether regions. He almost wished he could swap places with her, not to rescue her from it, but to experience what she had experienced.
Similarly, by all accounts and from what he had personally witnessed, what the women had gone through on Pony World was truly awful. At the same time, there was something undeniably arousing about it. Whilst he dared not speak it out loud, it would occupy his thoughts on many an occasion thereafter, both imagining what had happened to them, and also wishing that it could have been him. That thought did not make him sympathetic as such, though. It made him eager to explore it more fully and push Emily even further so that he could experience it through her, soaking up her masochistic pleasure with it as if it was his own. He began to wonder how he could bring her back to Pony World one day. How he could manipulate her into agreeing to it. Perhaps he could buy a ranch there and coax her into returning on the premise of starting a revolution to set all women there free? Perhaps, as her handler, it need not be manipulative at all? Perhaps he could return with Casey and Emily together, and the three of them could try their hand at competitive sulky racing? They sure seemed fast, and seeing them harnessed up like that was completely delicious.
He was shaken from his thoughts as the ship touched down at the same landing site that they had used on the previous visit to Earth 3, which was not a far distance from the Crescent. Still, far enough for him to use one of the ATEBs again as he set off to make contact with Jolene with a list of personal effects and a video recording from Casey verifying his identity.
On arrival, he was immediately gobsmacked by all of the beautiful, naked women around him, each bearing bright blue jewel butt-plugs. There was a definite familiarity to the place, a sense of déjà vu even, which he put down to the similarities to Earth 2. Not only were all women devoid of clothing apart from shoes, they also wore collars with tags. As he stood taking it all in, he was approached by one of the women who stood out from complete nudity with the addition of a utility belt and a cap identifying her as a security guard.
"Can I help you?" she asked.
"Ahh, yes," Collingwood replied, shaking himself from the overwhelming sense that he had died and gone to paradise. "I'm here on business. I'm looking for Jolene."
"What are you selling?" she sighed, her eyes rolling somewhat with the assumption that he was a hawker spruiking a product.
"Oh... um... I'm not selling anything. I'm here on behalf of Casey and Cassandra to collect some personal effects of theirs for them. I have a video from Casey verifying that I am who I say."
He showed the guard the video on his phone, which she watched in entirety before responding. "I'm relieved they're okay. We were worried about them. Very well, follow me."
She then led him on a path along the front of the many tall buildings. On his right, a sprawling swimming pool glistened in the afternoon sun as naked Crescent girls served drinks to guests reclining on deck chairs. A short flight of stairs gave way to a large foyer where two of the dildo benches he had seen in photographs were set up. Currently, two girls wearing cosplay cat ears and tails practised completely unashamedly in front of a small group of male guests. Collingwood would have happily joined the spectators had the security guard given him a moment. Instead, she proceeded past a reception desk into a hallway before knocking on a door. Jolene answered and there was a brief moment of recognition in her eyes as she spotted Collingwood, which he noticed. It also triggered a similar sense in him. Whilst he had shrugged off a vague sense of familiarity looking at photographs of her, including the one in which the General had seemingly recognised her, now seeing her in person there was a much stronger sense that he had met her before.
"I'm sorry, have we met?" he began.
"Jolene Reine," she replied, holding out her hand as she scrutinised his face as if searching her memories or was perhaps expecting a certain reaction from him. "No, I don't think we've met before. You might just remind me of someone who looks a bit like you."
"Rod Collingwood." He accepted her hand and gave a business-like handshake, doing his best not to allow his eyes to drift immediately to her breasts and the nipple piercings set with heavy stainless-steel rings. However, it seemed unlikely that his gaze would have worried her anyway. Here was a woman clearly comfortable with her nudity. Collingwood knew of her past, that she had not become a nudist by choice, and wondered how she had achieved that comfort. Perhaps the passage of time had allowed her to accept it, and even reach the point where it no longer entered her mind. She had simply forgotten that she was naked. He found the concept arousing but wasn't sure if it was more or less arousing than Emily's lack of acceptance of her own nudity. Knowing that she wasn't nude by choice, and her mind constantly battled against it, was completely delicious, albeit undeniably sadistic to find it so. That she also paradoxically found pleasure in that humiliation added to the arousal.
