The Saltadora Ch 12

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.

*****

After setting down at the Earth 2 base, no one was particularly surprised to see the other ship parked outside the main hangar. It also bristled with the same armaments as the Earth 2 ship. Collingwood explained that some Earth 1 technicians were being dropped off to oversee development of new ships, while Jenkins and Norris would soon return home. One visitor they weren't expecting was the Earth 1 General. He was positively beaming as he sat in the Earth 2 General's office awaiting their arrival.

"This world is amazing!" he greeted at first before spotting the Earth 2 General. "I say, you sure are a fine looking fellow."

The two Generals eyed each other, circling around in complete astonishment. At last, they simultaneously held their hands out to each other and shook. Bizarrely, as their hands made contact, they pulled each other into a manly embrace.

"I feel like I am reuniting with a long-lost friend," one commented.

"I have the same sense," the other agreed.

As the embrace continued to the point of feeling awkward to everyone else present, Cassandra finally butted in.

"Umm... I hate to interrupt, but we gotta find out what's happened to Greg."

"Of course," the Earth 2 General acknowledged, finally pulling away from his Earth 1 counterpart, albeit with obvious reluctance. "I shall make some calls, beginning with the local authorities. I imagine the effects of the hypon would have placed him in an unfortunate predicament on his arrival here, which would have attracted their attention."

As he began tapping keys on the Vidlink on his desk, the Earth 1 General turned his attention to the five naked women present, and was formally introduced to Casey, Cassandra, Madison and Elizabeth.

"You're not cold or embarrassed?" he asked.

"There are allowances for colder weather, sir, but most of the year the climate is quite mild," Emily answered on everyone's behalf, remembering the winter months of her first visit quite well. Most women stayed indoors on colder days, while boots, gloves and temporary coats were allowed outdoors as needed, but only during winter.

"The female body is a thing of beauty, mate," Casey countered, sensing a sexist traditionalist in their midst. "The patriarchy has tried to censor us. Now men get to see what real women look like. I'm not embarrassed by that, nor should I be."

The General frowned vaguely as he turned towards her. "No need to get defensive. I'm merely curious. This culture is quite different to where I'm from."

"Understandable, General," Madison answered, quickly stepping in to calm the situation before it could escalate. "Casey also is from a different culture. Nudity is allowed there, but there are differences to here. They have a voluntary registration scheme, whereas here it's mandatory for all women."

"Fascinating," the General marvelled. "I wonder if such a scheme would be workable on my world. Currently we have no provision for public nudity, and I imagine we would get a lot of objections should we attempt to implement something. The commands, also, would be problematic for many."

"On Casey's world, it's all opt-in," Emily added. "She runs a resort where women choose to become nudists and follow some of the commands from clientele within the boundaries of the resort."

"So, a defined area with voluntary participants," the General nodded as he considered it. "Something like a military base perhaps?"

"That would probably be inappropriate, sir," Emily quickly responded, suddenly worried the General was fully intending to implement such a scheme. Knowing what he was like, she expected it would almost certainly be coercive, if not outright mandatory. That could mean ending up nude on her home world should she ever return. It caused a shudder as she considered her old colleagues and family seeing her in her current state. "A resort is one thing, but a military base is quite another. I imagine there would be considerable backlash."

"It depends," the General answered. "If it was introduced the right way and for the right reason, I think it could happen. For example, we do need something in place to allow women from this world to travel to our world. That invitation could then be extended to female personnel in our world, particularly female personnel who have been assigned to missions here."

"Wait, are you saying that you would expect women from our world, if they are inducted into the conditions of this world, to remain nude and under those conditions once they return home?" Emily questioned, seeing loopholes and wishing to close them fast.

"I think they should be given that opportunity," the General considered. "It would not seem fair to force them to dress again if they do not wish it. As Casey said, they have a right to not be censored, nor should they feel embarrassed to express themselves that way."

"So, you wouldn't force them to remain undressed just because they were naked here under the rules of this world?"

"I think it should be encouraged at least. I look around here and I see a world vastly less violent and polluted. There is harmony, while at home we have discord. Any measures we can take to duplicate these conditions on our world should be welcomed."

Emily sensed the Earth 1 General was being a bit slippery and difficult to pin down with a straight answer about just how voluntary such a program would be, not to mention how she might be personally affected by it. Before she could formulate another question, she was interrupted by the other General.

"Your friend is being held at the police main branch," he announced as he hung up his Vidlink. "He is in good health, but they were not sure what to do with him since he arrived revealed and did not have identification. I have informed them he is under the protection of the military, and they have agreed to release him into our custody."

"Thank goodness! That's such a relief," Casey responded. "When can we go and get him?"

"I will assign some officers to retrieve him. It is better that you remain on the base until you have been through Debutante."

"I can do it, sir," Collingwood interjected. "I just need to don my uniform and get out of these coveralls first."

"I kind of want to get back to the barracks and freshen up," Madison added. "Casey and Cassandra, you wanna join me? We'll organise some beds and whatever stuff you need to settle in."

"Sounds good," Casey replied.

"I will come too, Lieutenant 4D9Y2Y," Elizabeth chimed in.

"I could use a shower and a decent cup of coffee," Emily agreed.

"Envoy, could you stay behind for a moment?" the Earth 1 General requested.

Emily's heart sank somewhat as the room emptied, leaving her alone with the two Generals. It didn't take too much imagination to figure out what they wanted from her.

"That is some rather interesting jewellery you have there," the Earth 1 General commented while gesturing towards Emily's clit cover.

Emily couldn't work out how to respond. It would be mortifying to explain that it solved her lack of self-control issues, while simultaneously just as mortifying to reveal that Collingwood and Casey had control of it and her ability to orgasm.

"Umm... do you like it?" she answered, hoping to avoid any explanation at all. "It was popular on Casey's world, and I thought it was kind of cool." It wasn't a complete lie. The elite dildo racers used them for a competitive edge, while their mistresses used them as a reward system for winning. The General didn't need to know about that, though.

His eyebrows went up at that before shrugging. "You shall have to debrief me about this other world in due course, and how you came to be there, Envoy. We should probably begin keeping records of other worlds and their locations and cultures."

"Indeed, sir," Emily answered, not wishing to reveal that she had also been to a fourth world, Pony World, and what she did there. That could wait until he learned of it and asked.

"I will debrief you in due course, my friend," the Earth 2 General answered, dashing Emily's hopes that it would remain a secret. "It is probably better that you hear it from me."

Emily felt somewhat relieved. At least the Earth 2 General was going to cover for her so she wouldn't be court-martialled. It may still, however, mean some uncomfortable questions at some point in the future, which would be even more uncomfortable while naked and standing in front of a ranking officer in uniform, and an older man at that.

"Very well, we will discuss it later," he accepted before turning back to Emily. "Anyway, 'Kneel' and 'Open', if you please, Envoy. I have thought of little else since our last encounter, and I'd like to partake of it again within these surroundings where it is established protocol."

"She is particularly skilled," the Earth 2 General agreed as he looked down at Emily's kneeling figure and her inviting open mouth. "I fear I may be too spent, but the allure of her pose is too great to resist."

With that, both Generals stepped forward, unzipping simultaneously and presenting their penises to the naked woman on the floor. The Earth 1 General enthusiastically placed his hands on Emily's head and drew her towards himself. Emily feared she was about to receive another borderline violent face-fucking from him, and a shiver of anticipation shook down her spine. Her old masochistic tendencies were back. She could feel the flushness spreading across her chest as her heart pounded within it. Just as she was about to lose control and attempt to masturbate, despite a tiny voice in the back of her mind reminding her that the clit cover would make the exercise completely futile, the Earth 2 General stepped in.

"What is it that you are doing? It is not correct that you should touch her with your hands. It is up to her to control the moment. Let her do it. You will see it is more pleasurable."

"Oh really?" he responded, clearly taken aback. "It seemed like the natural thing to do. She is willing. Where is the harm?"

"It is not correct," the Earth 2 General reiterated. "The woman is in charge. We can issue the commands, but it is up to her how she implements them."

"Very well. My apologies if I have caused any offence."

Emily glanced up at their faces as the exchange took place, her heart rate calming and the flushness dissipating as the moment passed. She took a moment to look around at her surroundings and the two men in front of her. It was truly bizarre to see these two older men together who were almost identical in appearance. The way they moved and spoke was also virtually identical. They often moved simultaneously in the same way and seemed to get friendlier in their demeanours as they made contact with each other. Was this what was to be expected when doubles met each other? At the same time, she could imagine more narcissistic personalities having the opposite effect, perhaps even hating or being jealous of their counterparts. It made her smirk as she leaned forward to take the first man into her mouth, feeling considerably more comfortable now that her head was free of his clutches. Nevertheless, she still took him in deep, knowing that was what he wanted.

An old feeling emerged, now that her loss of control was no longer imminent; she was giving the gift. Allowing her body to give pleasure. That no orgasm would be her reward did not matter. Perhaps her captive clit was behind the sensation. Knowing that she could not receive pleasure, her pleasure then came in the giving. The sensation was somewhat tempered by a familiar but conflicting sense of how inappropriate it was to be giving her boss a blowjob, completely naked, in his office. Well, two bosses in this case. It caused a return surge of humiliation and resulting adrenalin to course through her body, threatening to trigger her masochistic desires once again. The clit cover was also behind this sense, preventing her dark side from relishing the experience. It was not unpleasant to feel the old rush, though, and this time, without the General's hands on her, she felt more in control of it.

A grunt accompanied an ejaculation erupting into her throat, which her trained body obediently swallowed. As he finished, she quickly moved on to the next penis, but try as she might, the Earth 2 General was not responding. He remained almost as flaccid as before her mouth had begun its work.

"I am sorry, 7GQA9E, you are truly beautiful, and your technique unsurpassed, but it seems I am spent. I am not the man I once was."

"I understand, sir," Emily smiled, sensing the end of the encounter, and thankful she would only have to swallow one load of semen. "Will that be all, sirs?"

Both Generals simultaneously dismissed her, and she quickly made her way to the barracks to join the other women before the men changed their minds.

*****

After changing into his military uniform, Collingwood procured a jeep and arrived shortly after at the police main branch. He was shown to a prison cell where a glum figure dressed in orange prison garb sat alone.

"Rod Collingwood," Collingwood greeted. "Greg, I assume?"

"Yes, Greg Campbell," Greg replied as he rose to shake Collingwood's hand. "That's if you believe me that I am who I say. These buggers around here don't seem to accept that. Where the hell am I anyway, and who are you? Why is every chick naked?"

"There is much to explain," Collingwood answered. "Suffice to say that Casey and Cassandra await you, and I have been sent here to take you to them. I will bring you up to speed as we go. Shall we?"

With that, Greg followed Collingwood upstairs to the main area, and then outside to the parked jeep. As they sat inside it, Collingwood looked him up and down.

"I shall arrange for some more suitable attire for you."

"Yeah, thanks," Greg acknowledged, his eyes darting about outside. "Where are we going? What is this place? It looks a lot like home but it ain't home, is it? What's with all the naked chicks? I haven't seen a single dressed one. They don't have crescent tattoos either."

"No, it's not home," Collingwood confirmed. "You're in a parallel world. Here the women are not permitted clothing, and they are all available for sexual encounters. However, there is protocol and customs that must be observed."

"A parallel world?" Greg scoffed. "Get the fuck outa here."

"Look around you. Do you have a better explanation?"

Greg considered the question for a moment. "It could all be a setup," he suggested. "Are there cameras recording all this?"

Collingwood laughed. "No, there are no cameras. Also, consider the legalities of such a prank in your world. Public nudity requires registration, and, as you've observed, these women do not have crescent tattoos."

"No, no tattoos anywhere even..." Greg trailed off, before finally coming to an acceptance. "Okay, so I'm in a parallel world. How do I get out again?"

"We have ships, as well as the device you used to come here. Speaking of which, where is it?"

"It's still inside me," Greg answered, wincing somewhat as he brought it to mind. "Fucked if I could get it out."

"Casey or Cassandra should be able to give you some assistance with that. I believe they have prior experience." Collingwood thought of how Casey and Emily were able to smuggle two additional hypons back to Earth 3 in their anal cavities. Vaginas were one thing, but a tight anus would prove extraction to be considerably more difficult.

"As to getting home," Collingwood continued. "You're a wanted man in your world, as are Casey and Cassandra. This world offers you asylum. Casey has put things in place for your business to be managed by Amelia in your absence, and they plan to stay here for the foreseeable future, at least until such time as the charges against you three are dropped."

"Typical of Casey to have everything organised without telling me. So, I'm on the lam with my wives in a parallel world," Greg acknowledged, still trying to get his head around the concept.

"Indeed," Collingwood agreed, smirking slightly as he recalled how others, including himself, had reacted when faced with the same revelation.

"So, where are we headed now?"

"I'm taking you to a military base which manages the affairs of parallel world travel and its associated issues, such as yourself," Collingwood informed him. "They'll provide you with living quarters, and ensure your basic needs are met."

Greg nodded solemnly, still obviously struggling to understand exactly what was happening.

"There is much to learn about this world and how to survive in it," Collingwood went on. "Casey and Cassandra are already reasonably equipped with foreknowledge, but I imagine they will also be given a crash course in the local customs prior to their official induction, a ceremony called 'Debutante'. Perhaps you can join them in the training."

"Do I have to go through this 'Debutante' as well?" Greg asked.

"No, it is a ceremony exclusively for women, but men are also given training to prepare them for adulthood."

"I'm already an adult," Greg pointed out, stating the obvious.

"Indeed, but you lack the knowledge required for social etiquette and commerce and so on."

"What's to know?" Greg shrugged. "It can't be that complicated."

"No, it's not complicated," Collingwood agreed, "but ignorance of the ways of this world can easily cause offence. I speak from experience."

"I'll take your word for it," Greg nodded. "The way they reacted when I showed up here, you would have thought I was a serial killer!"

"We'll ensure you are adequately prepared before we unleash you onto the public again," Collingwood smiled.

"You're a weird bloke," Greg blurted, furrowing his brow as he scrutinised Collingwood. "I can't tell if you're genuine or taking the piss."

"And you seem to have no qualms about speaking your mind," Collingwood answered back. "Nevertheless, trust that I have your best interests at heart, and I will assist you in whatever capacity I am able. This world is a wondrous place, as I'm sure you will discover."

Greg was about to comment further on Collingwood's stuffiness when he was distracted by a coupling session nearby. "Is that sheila giving that dude a blowjob, right on the sidewalk in front of everyone? No one seems to give a shit. They're all just walking by!"

"Yes, one of many upsides to this world," Collingwood chuckled and nodded. "Public sex is accepted here, and all women are readily available for it. However, as mentioned, there is etiquette that must be observed."

"All women? Does that include Casey and Cassandra?"

"Indeed, it does. They were forewarned, though, and didn't seem to have a problem with the concept. Is it going to be a problem for you?"

"Problem? No, not at all. Quite the opposite, actually." Greg squirmed as he attempted to contain a growing bulge between his legs.

"Ahh yes," Collingwood grinned. "You like to watch, right? I believe you will find this world an absolute charm then."

"Oh, hell yes." Greg bit his lower lip as he imagined seeing Casey and Cassandra in similar circumstances to the public blowjob he had just witnessed.