The Saltadora

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.

*****

"In our cargo hold we have some rather interesting pills," Collingwood continued. "My counterpart here developed them initially as a solution for body hair removal. However, they have a rather unfortunate side effect. Well, perhaps 'fortunate' is a better word in our case, in that they make clothing unbearable to wear. If we can get one into Ms Strahan, I believe she may be more sympathetic to legal public nudity."

"Okay, but how do we get her to swallow one?" Casey asked.

"Well, that's where your eye comes in," Collingwood gestured towards her. "If we can get within visual vicinity, we can use the short-range teleporter to transport one into her digestive system."

"Wait, what? You want to poison her against her will!" Emily gasped. "We've spoken about consent before, Rod."

"Fuck the bitch!" Cassandra responded. "These people don't give a rat's arse about our consent about wanting to be nudists. They just want to change the law to suit themselves on some high and mighty puritanical mission, and put me, Case and Greg in jail to make examples of us. That ain't freedom, and that ain't what this country is about."

"So, you want to stoop to their level in doing this?" Emily countered.

"She deserves whatever is coming to her," Cassandra reiterated.

"You both make good points," Casey considered, "but I'm leaning more towards Cass's side. These people are indeed arseholes, particularly her, and it's not like we're committing murder or anything. We're just using her for the good of the many. Nudity should be an available choice for everyone, and she wants to take that away."

"You're not giving her a choice about it, though," Emily protested.

"I didn't get a choice, you didn't get a choice, Madison didn't get a choice, and we all turned out fine," Casey argued. "It's not like it's the end of the world for her. It's just clothes. She'll adapt, just like we did."

Emily's eyes widened slightly at the implication that she had turned out fine, but she added one last attempt to get them to reconsider. "You're only doing this to save your business."

"Well, that too," Casey agreed with a smile, "but it's about more than that. There are a lot more nudists out there than just us. Also, you heard what the Master said about this world falling to authoritarianism in a bunch of timelines. This CAMDOS-led government would be the first stage of that. Doing this will turn that around. Strahan needs to be taught a lesson as well. This would be perfect poetic justice for her, as far as I'm concerned, and save our world at the same time."

"Yeah, fuck the bitch," Cassandra repeated.

"Okay, so I assume we are in agreement as far as ethics are concerned, or that at least this measure is justifiable?" Collingwood surmised. "Now we just need an address and to get within a reasonable proximity where Casey's zoom and infrared vision can be put to use."

"It seems like I'm the only one who has a problem with this," Emily sighed.

"I'm not ignoring your perspective, Emily. I just think doing this to her is deserved and it serves a greater purpose," Casey explained before turning to Collingwood. "She lives somewhere here in Stocksgate. There's an official residence for the State governor. It should be easy to find the address online."

"We doing this right now then?" Cassandra asked, her eyes shining with excitement.

"No time like the present," Collingwood answered. "I cannot see how this idea could fail, albeit it's not exactly consensual treatment of the dear governor."

"Fuck the bitch," Cassandra once again repeated.

"We all have to adapt to situations we may not like sometimes," Casey added, addressing Emily who was still clearly not happy with the plan. "We all got through it, and she will too."

"Fine. My objections are on record," Emily nodded. "You go ahead and do what you've gotta do. I'll let Madison know there will be a delay in take-off."

*****

Half an hour later, Collingwood and Casey had used the ATEBs to go the short distance to the governor's home. Watching Casey ride the bicycle was not without its pleasures as well. With her back held straight and naked breasts jutting forward, Collingwood had difficulties stifling an erection, mostly because he couldn't stop thinking about her bare genitals pressed against the saddle. Her athletic body was hard to ignore at the best of times. Seeing it in action was something else.

Concealed by a hedge about two hundred metres away, he set up his laptop and a strange apparatus on a tripod.

"I can see her, she's still up," Casey advised as she peered towards the building with a finger on her temple. "She's moving around in the kitchen."

"We'll need her to settle into a more stationary position so we can get a lock on her," Collingwood tapped some keys and gestured to the laptop. "If you note on the screen here, the crosshairs will turn red if you attempt to lock onto a solid object. That indicates a probable miss. The object will go to the nearest space that it will fit, which may or may not be where we want it to go. However, if we get the distance and height correct within a few centimetres, then we are likely to achieve a successful embedding into her stomach. With that being said, I have not attempted a transportation over this distance before. I'm hoping your abilities can get us reasonable accuracy."

"Okay, she seems to have settled onto a couch," Casey announced before turning to the laptop. "So, I just point it at her stomach and try to get the distance right?"

"Correct," Collingwood answered. "Use the trackball for all axes. It should be obvious if you are too short or too long."

Casey moved the trackball while looking at the laptop with one eye, alternating to her other eye as she looked at the building. "I'm not sure... Oh wait, I see. I get a green light if I go a little too near or far. Red... green... red... back a little. There we go. Now just hit the fire button?"

"That's it," Collingwood confirmed.

"Okay, here goes nothing. And go!" Casey clicked a button on the trackball and the pill positioned in front of the tripod vanished. "Oh wow, she put her hand on her stomach, so I think we got it."

"Any problems?"

"No, she's settled back down again now. Whatever she felt seems to have passed."

"A win then," Collingwood smiled. "We'll give that a couple of days now and I expect she will be far more amenable to nudity."

"Fingers crossed," Casey nodded. "Okay, let's pack up and head to Port Wiluma so I can talk to Amelia and my clone sister."

*****

Growing up, Amelia had never thought of herself as beautiful, or that anyone would particularly want to see her naked. She didn't think she was ugly as such, and fully expected she would eventually find a boyfriend, get married and settle down in a comfortable life in the suburbs with kids and a minivan. That was the most she hoped for, and essentially, she did end up with all of that. She just never in a million years could have dreamt she'd end up a full-time nudist and a manager of a sex resort to get there.

The journey began while in college when Casey started to experiment with what Amelia assumed was exhibitionism at first. Out of the blue, Casey had asked her to photograph her naked under the bleachers. Then, a few weeks later after increasingly daring incidents of public nudity, Casey had become the first legal nudist student at the college, something that Dean Bernstein and most of the faculty were not at all comfortable with. Amelia then saw her best friend slipping away from her. Cassandra seemed to be taking her place, a girl who had been their mortal enemy up until then. A relationship with Greg further turned Casey's attention away. After college, Amelia felt even lonelier as job applications repeatedly ended up rejected. Meanwhile, Casey seemed to be going from strength to strength as a model and cam girl. Amelia then started to wonder what it would be like to be like Casey. Would it be that hard to be a cam girl? Would it ruin her reputation and make her further unemployable in her chosen occupation in the future? Could she even take her clothes off in front of anyone? There was only one way to find out.

Casey, Cassandra, Greg and Jolene were more than welcoming and fully supported her as she started dabbling with nudity. They even helped set up her bedroom with a webcam and everything else she needed to start her own channel. The first time she went live was completely terrifying, and not just because she was showing the world the most intimate parts of her naked body. It was a turning point that she knew there was no going back from. She wasn't even sure anyone would want to see her, let alone pay for it. The latter fears were quickly quashed as subscribers quickly began filling up her channel, increasing to a substantial number in the following weeks.

Sometime later she learnt that Casey's strange behaviour and the sex work was the result of blackmail by her own sister, yet it somehow worked out. Casey ended up on top, with a now nudist Jolene as her indentured servant and fellow cam girl. As Casey's business grew into the beginnings of a sex resort, Amelia was right there on the ground floor. She also made the decision to become a full-time nudist and permanently remove her pubic hair to become a "Crescent girl". Her cam channel was how she met Bernard, the man who would later become her husband and the father of her two children. His sister, Anita, was one of the first Crescent girls as well. As difficult as the decision to shed her clothes and pubes forever was, she had found her people and no longer felt alone.

Learning about chastity cages from Casey, she insisted that Bernard wear one on their first few dates. Not so much for the sake of kink, but more for her own safety since she only knew him online from the one-on-one sessions that he booked with her. He had agreed to it on that basis, but it soon turned into a game they both enjoyed where she would tease him about whether she would unlock him or not when they made out. By the time she did, he was almost ready to cum from the tension in his balls alone. Her eyes twinkled teasingly above a toothy smile and blow-waved hair that swept across her forehead. She was beautiful, and now she was confident about it. Gone were her tomboy days at college. Now she was a woman's woman and surrounded herself with girly things. Expensive make-up and hair care products now littered her bathroom sink, and while she owned no clothing, her impressive collection of shoes and jewellery nodded to the pride she took in her appearance and her joy in her womanhood. While she would never in a million years have imagined she would end up a permanently nude sex worker, she had no regrets about it and fully embraced her life. Getting out of bed each day brought a sense of adventure rather than existential dread. Carpe diem.

The chastity cage was now long forgotten amongst the daily grind of parenthood and careers, but the game was not. She loved nothing more than watching Bernard's face as she teased his cock until it was so hard it was almost purple. Then she would lightly tap it with one finger, watching it bob as she grinned teasingly up at him with her tongue circling her teeth, or stroke it lightly with just a fingernail until it began to soften. Then she would take it into her mouth or use her hand again to bring it back up again. Then repeat the process. He never knew how it would end. She knew exactly how to make him cum, and she knew the exact moment he was about to as his penis began to throb. That was usually when she would stop and repeat the process, but sometimes she would finish him off with her hand or mouth or climb on top of him and grind him until she felt his spurts within her. Other times she would end right there with a "Good-night, Sweetheart" before rolling over and turning the lights out, leaving him unfinished and frustrated. Worse was when she took him just a little too far but then removed all contact, watching him ejaculate pathetically over his stomach, ruining almost all of the pleasure from the moment and leaving him every bit as frustrated as if he hadn't cum at all.

Tonight seemed like one of those nights when she would give him a proper orgasm. She had already taken him to the brink several times, that delicious smile teasing him, her eyes alternating between his face and his cock as she kept him pre-climax for what felt like hours. A softening was greeted with a warm mouth taking him in deep until he hardened fully once again. Then teasing with a fingernail tracing lines down the length of his shaft and gentle rakes of his balls. At last, a firm grip and a rapid stroke indicated he was finally going to be rewarded with an orgasm, when her phone rang, causing her to stop mid-stroke.

"Ignore it, please," Bernard begged, feeling the first throbs of an approaching orgasm.

"I wonder who it could be at this hour?" Amelia questioned out loud as she rolled over to pick up her phone, knowing but completely ignoring his need. "Oh, it's Casey. She must be back in town."

"Let it go to message bank! You can call her back in a minute!"

Amelia looked back at him briefly with a cheeky smile before turning her attention to the phone and tapping the screen to answer the call, "Casey!"

Bernard bit his lip, knowing full well the orgasm he hoped for now wasn't going to happen. He half thought of masturbating for a moment but then decided to get up for a glass of water. Amelia talking on the phone wasn't something that would be over any time soon, particularly if the other party was Casey. He was surprised then that she had hung up by the time he returned but instead was gathering her handbag and car keys.

"Going somewhere?"

"Yeah, Casey wants to meet up," Amelia replied.

"Is it that urgent? You wouldn't care to hang back a few minutes to finish what you started?"

Amelia looked up at him innocently. "What do you mean? I thought we had finished?"

Bernard frowned a little. "You're killing me here, 'meles. Do I have to take matters into my own hands?"

Now it was Amelia's turn to frown. "Would you really want to disappoint me like that? A real man would wait for his wife to make that decision for him."

"Oh my God, you're such a dreadful tease!"

"And you wouldn't want it any other way," Amelia smiled as she playfully touched his nose. "I'm not sure how long I'll be. Don't wait up."

"No worries, say hi for me," Bernard replied as he headed back to bed, wondering if he should have a quick wank anyway just to relieve the tension, or let it build for another day. Amelia genuinely seemed to get off on the whole tease and denial thing, and it wouldn't be long to wait for another opportunity. Of course, she may very well deny him again, but that could be just as hot in its own way.

*****

Amelia found the ship in the same bushland reserve used previously. She also noted Jolene's car parked nearby. Collingwood greeted her with an admiring glance as she boarded. While accustomed to women being naked around him, he still marvelled at the sight and how different women behaved. On Earth 2, it was normal, and no one thought much of it. Here, though, it was a choice, so he watched these women more closely and tried to imagine how they felt about it. Had they chosen it willingly or had they been coerced like Casey was? Had they been naked for so long that they thought little of it? Was there a point where it was no longer at the forefront of their minds? Was it more thrilling to know they had become accustomed to it, or that it required constant effort to maintain a façade of normalcy? What would it be like to experience it?

Amelia immediately noticed Casey's new eye.

"Are you kidding me, Casey? That's amazing!" Amelia exclaimed after Casey explained the surgery. "You can actually see out of it and everything?"

"Yep, better than twenty-twenty too. I can see in the dark and through walls even," Casey smiled before noticing that Jolene had tears running down her face. "What's up, Jolene?"

"I'm just happy for you beyond belief," Jolene explained as she wiped her eyes. "The day you got hurt was the worst day of my life. I blamed myself for leading you down that path. I never would have done any of it if I had've known it would come to that."

"You couldn't have known it would come to that," Casey consoled. "Plus, if you look at the bigger picture, it turned the public our way and against CAMDOS."

"Yeah, I know all that, but I still feel guilty about it," Jolene answered sadly.

"Bigger picture, Jolene," Casey repeated. "Would we have had all of the success we had if everything hadn't happened the way it did?"

"We're not all as pragmatic as you," Jolene frowned.

"It's a choice," Casey shrugged. "Why worry about things you can't change? What's done is done. Everything bad that happens could be an opportunity in disguise."

"Well, there's a whole lot of bad coming our way now," Amelia pointed out. "Strahan is pushing the bill to end registered nudity. I'm not sure there's much of an upside in that."

"We may have a solution for that," Casey answered. "We think she will be a lot more receptive to our cause in a couple of days or so."

"I can't see her ever changing her mind." Jolene seemed sceptical.

"A combination of technology and pharmacology will see to that," Casey smiled. "Long story short, in a few days she should find clothes extremely uncomfortable. Her only choice will be to become a nudist like us."

Jolene looked puzzled for a moment but then burst out laughing. "You managed to slip her a mickey? How?"

"That was the technology part Casey referenced," Collingwood explained. "However, I think the physical effects of the pill will be just the beginning. She will by no means accept her fate easily, nor will her followers. She also will not immediately move to have the charges against you three dropped. We will need to pave the way to make the decision easier."

"What do you mean?" Amelia asked.

"Conservative politicians, in my experience, are all show," Collingwood smirked. "The right sum in her pocket I'm sure will work wonders, and we have the means to extract an unlimited amount of gold bullion or precious stones from an endless supply of unpopulated parallel worlds."

"We also want to expand the Crescent and also take over the Black Swan casino," Casey added. "We'll use some of that gold to start buying up the surrounding real estate so we can make gated, self-sufficient, nudist communities. We could also offer Strahan a new home in one of them in exchange for her support for our plans, and to drop the charges against us."

"Gated, self-sufficient, nudist communities?" Jolene questioned.

"The Master called them MFPs, multi-function polises," Casey answered. "Basically, townships that exist without reliance on the outside world. Everything is done in-house. Food and energy production, construction, maintenance, education..."

"And sex?" Jolene interrupted.

"Yes, and sex," Casey smiled. "Think of it like the Crescent on a larger scale. We'll start with one here in Port Wiluma, and another one in Stocksgate, using the Black Swan as the starting point."