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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Emily had a lot to process following the Masters' revelations, including the fact that there were two of them, not just one, and that they were synthetic beings. Then, of course, the brain-frying time loop situation which meant that the same five-hundred-year period had been on repeat for almost one hundred and twenty thousand years. The thing occupying her mind the most of all, though, was that her destiny had been artificially altered without her knowledge or consent. The reason she had punched Collingwood in the face just prior to their return to Earth 2 was because he had done precisely that, and now it turned out that he, and a sentient computer program that he had created, had been doing it for more than one hundred centuries before she had even been born.
It was little wonder that her mind had snapped. That she had come to find the nudity and obeying the commands humiliating, and then found a perverse pleasure in that humiliation. That didn't mean that she did much to avoid it. Quite the opposite. She had consented to wearing the clit cover just so she could feel those feelings anew after all. It was now approaching three years since she had worn clothing, so it was to be expected that the sensation was waning. Also, the emergence of Dark Emily threatened to lead her into an acceptance of it. That needed to be stopped, and not just because it was a turning point that she knew she would never recover from. It also meant an end to the masochism and the constant and delicious adrenalin rush. She also knew with the crazy amount of physical strength that she now possessed and kept hidden, that she could stop it any time, but she didn't want it to stop. At the same time, that didn't mean that she didn't constantly daydream about wearing clothes again and living a normal life. Embracing Dark Emily would mean saying goodbye to that old life forever.
Now she also had a new reality with a return to her role as captain of a starship. That meant the end of dildo racing, which also meant an end to opportunities to orgasm. She would have to talk to Collingwood and Casey about that. Restricting her from that ability was necessary and welcome, but permanency was a step too far, despite how much the thought of it sent her pulse racing.
Also, while her plans of escape were now further quashed, being captain of the future missions also presented exciting opportunities to see other worlds and maybe even alter her destiny, perhaps even to escape nudity eventually. While the evidence was undeniable that the Master's plan worked, and it was the way forward to save humanity on her home world and Casey's world, that didn't mean that it didn't have flaws, or that there might be a way out. Being a part of the team responsible for the plan's implementation, meant being on the front line where she would have the greatest power and opportunity to take advantage of any such possibilities.
While her official rank as Envoy would remain, which would almost certainly come into play as they visited new worlds, she would be called Captain whenever she commanded the ship. The change was supported by her superiors back on Earth 1, apparently teed up well in advance when the General visited. It was also confirmed via the process of briefs sent to and from her home world via a tablet over the hyperdrive link, which Collingwood had established in lieu of the bidirectional comms channel he had originally hoped for. The reply from Earth 1 also indicated that new crews were being prepared to command the other ships nearing completion, and she suspected someone else from Earth 1 would eventually be chosen to fill her shoes on the Earth 2 base.
The gleaming silver ship now bore the name "The Saltadora" in red cursive paint on both sides of the wide fuselage just below the cockpit windows. The ship's basic design was reminiscent of early space shuttles, perhaps with some retro Airstream influence but with a more modern twist. On the upper rear were the two large thruster rockets nestled below the tail fin, most of which had been designed by Emily. Below them, the cargo bay door tilted down to become a ramp. The hyperdrive itself wasn't visible externally, but instead was contained within the engine room, apart from its network of cables and conduits that spread throughout all areas of the ship. Typical of space-faring vessels, the unusually stumpy main wings spread out from underneath. Within the earth's atmosphere it handled like a barge, but that was helped significantly by its array of hissing retro rockets which allowed it to hover and move up and down vertically or laterally. Aside from the cargo door, the only other entrance was the airlock in between the main wings and cockpit area, folding out and downwards to form steps.
The Saltadora had passed all inspections, test flights and weapons tests, and was now ready for its maiden voyage. Collingwood even ensured both of its ATEBs were functioning correctly. He took a boyish delight in them and was often seen riding around the base on one. Food and other supplies had been loaded, while Greg, Casey and Cassandra were given inductions and training in the ship's secondary functions outside of the bridge, such as stowing items correctly in the cargo hold, where to find and how to use various appliances, and checking inventory. Emily, Madison and Collingwood were already well-versed in the piloting of the ship and the use of its navigation systems, the hyperdrive, and the weapons systems. The mission had been carefully planned. All that remained was to depart.
Emily had resigned herself to the fact that this mission would not require clothing since it was a return to Earth 3 where she was a registered nudist, as were the other women on board. It was of some surprise then when she boarded and found everyone wearing standard issue unisex military coveralls.
"Oh, where's my uniform?" Emily immediately asked, looking around at the team and expecting to see coveralls set aside for her. It was also odd to see the other girls wearing clothing since it was the first time she had seen any of them wearing any, so they looked almost like strangers she was meeting for the first time.
"No clothes for you," Collingwood dryly replied, barely looking up from his console. "The Master was quite insistent."
"Yeah, sorry, Em," Madison added with evident sadness. "You're not allowed to be covered up."
Emily's heart immediately began racing and her knees threatened to give out. So, she was to be the only one naked on this mission? How long would it go for? What would she look like to others when presented as a team, when she was the only one amongst them completely nude? The old uncontrollable urge to masturbate suddenly returned with a fervour, which reminded her that she wouldn't get an opportunity to cum now that dildo racing was no longer an available option, and if Collingwood and Casey could not be convinced to show mercy, which was a strong possibility. That also sent the masochism cycle spinning, triggering a flush of redness across her neck and breasts. At the same time, she felt that she should protest this unfair treatment of her.
"This is completely outrageous! I'm the captain here. If anything, I should be the one wearing clothes and you all should be naked!"
"You're still my slave," Casey scowled, "and I like you just like you are now. Slaves don't wear clothes."
"Likewise, as your handler, I must insist that you remain thus presented," Collingwood added for good measure.
Emily's mouth opened and closed a few times as she struggled to find words, when a sudden grin from Cassandra revealed that it was all likely a prank.
"You're all fucking with me, aren't you?" Emily breathed with some relief. "You can't do that to me! I almost completely lost control of myself."
Everyone erupted into giggles, confirming Emily's realisation.
"Thank God!" Cassandra responded as she began undoing the zipper of her coveralls and stepping out of them. "It's fuckin' gross wearing clothes again. I wasn't sure how long I could keep it up."
Much to Emily's relief, albeit also with some disappointment, the other women shortly followed Cassandra's lead and soon all were back to their normal nude selves.
