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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Watching Casey and Cassandra's Debutante had brought back a lot of memories for Emily. Shedding all clothing and presenting her naked form to such a huge crowd had been mortifying, but what came after was possibly even worse because it didn't end there. It was just the beginning. Spending one's life in complete nudity took a lot of getting used to, particularly in her case. It constantly felt peculiar. Breezes on areas of the body that had no business feeling breezes, an ever-present feeling in the back of the mind that something had been forgotten, things jiggling and bouncing more noticeably without the benefit of underwear. But mostly overwhelming embarrassment. That was never more evident than when in public or having a conversation with a fully clothed man, particularly if that man was known to you, and particularly if asked to perform a display command, then having to stand there and resist the urge to put legs together or cover things with your hands while he got an eyeful.
That sense of constant shame now came with the addition of helplessness since her hopes of escape had been dashed. Using a hypon again would mean being stuck back in Casey's world for a week before moving on to Pony World for another week. That in itself was too much risk, let alone what horrors might await in the next world, should she even make it that far. Hopping in the other direction was out of the question with Collingwood's description of the place swarming with lion-like predators. This life, it would seem, was all she had. Her only option was to make her peace with it. That was considerably easier now that the General had agreed to relax her restrictions on using birth control. A hand went to her lower abdomen involuntarily as she brought the presence of the IUD to mind. That, however, caused a stab of momentary dismay as she remembered her lack of pants and pubic hair.
Also on the upside, while being clothed and safely back on her home world would be preferable, at least here on Earth 2 every woman was naked, so she didn't stand out. Well, apart from her beauty which attracted more than the usual number of glances and requests to 'Sit' or 'Display', or one of the coupling commands. Some days her jaw would ache from all of the blowjobs she had performed, and her anus felt raw. For these reasons, she preferred to stay on the base as much as possible, and in her office where she was generally isolated.
On Casey's world, while commands didn't occur out in public, very few other women were nude, so there were constant stares to contend with. Casey and Cassandra seemed oblivious to these stares, perhaps from having dealt with them for so long, but Emily always noticed. It made her want to apologise and explain things to the starer. Then there were "the photographers". The ones who grinned stupidly while pulling out mobile phones to take a picture, sometimes being bold enough to ask for a selfie.
However, while an improvement on Earth 3, knowing that she wasn't alone in her nudity or performing the commands didn't mean that she still didn't constantly feel conspicuous and exposed. The clit cover amplified these feelings of shame, which were also the trigger for her old masochistic tendencies. Without it, Dark Emily would come out and revel in the attention. The problem with that was that she would do things that Emily knew she would live to regret, and that also triggered the masochism cycle. Another problem with the clit cover was that it was visible, which also attracted men's interest, so the cycle was more prone to be triggered.
The cycle was undeniably pleasurable but also frightening. To let go would be a relief in many respects. Dark Emily could be a saviour, but the prospect of letting that happen was unthinkable. In many ways she was thankful that the choice to let go had been taken from her now that Casey and Collingwood had taken control of her clit. That left her in masochistic hell, but the alternative was not to care about her fallen state at all. Masochism was such a conflict of emotions. To get turned on by humiliation also meant rejecting and avoiding those situations, whilst simultaneously getting weak-kneed when faced with them. Dark Emily would drive her towards them, knowing the thrill she would feel. Ironically, if given free rein, the sense of humiliation would gradually subside until she would no longer be thrilled by it. Instead, she would be something more like Cassandra. In her current state of mind, ending up like that was a greater fear than staying the way she was, even knowing she was a masochist as a result. The clit cover was a godsend in that regard, but also a nightmare as the need to cum increased with each passing day.
The Debutante ceremony had also brought back similar bad memories for Madison, but also marked a turning point for her. She recalled how particularly mortified she had been, to the point of being completely terrified prior to the event. While revealing herself to a huge crowd was certainly intimidating, by that stage she had achieved some acceptance with it and was even excited by it. She also recalled only being with one man prior to her experiences here, and that was mostly clumsy fumbling in the backseat of a car after an equally clumsy date. After that, she had accepted that she had an undeniable attraction to women, although had never really explored it beyond a long-held crush on a classmate. Somehow, she had gone from being shy and inclined towards the company of women, to accepting full-time nudity and also sex with any man who asked. Not just accepting it but relishing it. It had happened during the long and weird episodes with the Master. Somehow, he had convinced her to let go of her shame and embrace sex with men as fully as she enjoyed it with women. Feminine curves still definitely drew her eye, and it didn't take much to find willing partners. Many women here were sexually frustrated despite all of the unrestrained sex. Most men were just too quick, and there was rarely any decent foreplay. That didn't mean that she didn't pursue sex with men with equal fervour. Far from it. She just needed more. She had considered the genital enhancement therapy that Emily had later received, but casual sex with women filled the gap well enough. Just how the Master had achieved that change in her, she couldn't recall precisely. She just knew that she had to work at it, and at some point, that she couldn't quite recall, she crossed a threshold in her mind, and it began to feel natural.
Sitting in the pub, Emily was conscious of the circling men, particularly from a group of soldiers sitting and drinking nearby. They were obviously not sure what to make of Casey and Cassandra, yet the girls remained as oblivious to them as they were on their home world. That disregard for the men's attention could have also been due to the fact that their thoughts were elsewhere. They were here to try to spot Jolene, since there was no other way to track her down.
Finally, a curvy brunette walked into the bar and took a seat by herself. She looked quite a bit different to the other Jolene. This one carried a little more weight, but in all the right places. Her hair was a much lighter shade of brown, and she lacked the heavy eyeliner that the other Jolene wore to give her a goth-like appearance. Also missing were the clit and nipple piercings, and the triskelion tattoo on her shoulder. It took Casey a moment to recognise her. She decided to call out her name to see if she responded.
"Jolene?"
The woman's eyes followed the sound with obvious confusion. Even when she spotted Casey, it took a moment for recognition to dawn.
"Casey?"
Casey quickly rushed over and took her lost sister into an embrace. "Oh my God, I know everything about what happened. I can't believe they did that to you. Are you okay? Is everything alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," Jolene replied as she pulled away and looked Casey up and down. "You sure look different to when I last saw you. Not exactly the shy little mousey girl anymore, are you? Tattoos, cunny piercings. How did you end up here anyway? This is the last place I expected to see anyone I knew from home, let alone you."
"It's a long story," Casey began. "What are you drinking? Can I get you another?"
After Casey returned with the drinks, she began regaling the tale of how Jolene's double had coerced and blackmailed her into becoming a full-time nudist and indentured slave in order to turn her into a porn star. Jolene's reaction was not what she expected. What began as a slight smirk as Casey began detailing the series of events, ended in a cruel laugh as Casey described her horror at her eventual predicament.
