This is a sequel to "Casey's Fall" which takes place on a parallel world where registered nudity and indentured slavery are legal under a government known as "The State". There are many elements in this story that will be more enjoyable and make more sense if you read that first.
Themes include CMNF, CFNF, ENF, exhibitionism, porn, coercion, some reluctance, non-consent and D/s, and occasional violence if it's relevant to the story or character development.
This chapter contains some violence.
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Michael Reine sat at his desk with a coffee as he checked his emails, just as he did every weekday morning. It was a dull job that would never change the world, but he was ok with that. It paid the bills.
An email from his friend and colleague, Matt, caught his eye. "Check this out" it said in the subject. Matt was always sending him porn, and usually it was something disgusting that they would laugh about together at the water cooler later. He muted his speakers and then double-clicked the attachment. As expected, it was porn. His screen was immediately filled with a woman's shaved genitals. He watched as she reached down and stretched out her unusually dangly inner labia. It caused him to guffaw. Dirty bitch. Some women had no shame. He could feel his arousal brewing and started thinking that a trip to the bathroom might soon be in order. Then the woman stepped back from the camera, revealing her face. Michael immediately spat coffee all over his monitor. It was his daughter, Casey!
He looked around the background of the footage in disbelief at first. Sure enough it was Casey's old bedroom. It was her. There was no denying it. He was right to have disowned her and kicked her out.
He was about to close and delete the email in disgust, when he realised there was something else about Casey's performance that had troubled him for some reason. He went back to the start when she had first looked at the camera, and hit the play button again, this time carefully watching her face instead of what she was doing with her body. Something wasn't right. Sure, she was smiling... but there was also a haunted look in her eyes. Then he realised what it was. She was acting! And she wasn't happy about it!
He Googled her name and quickly found her website. There were subscriber-only sections, but also a lot of free content which seemed to be clips from webcam footage. He clicked on the oldest one and watched as Casey lay on her bed looking at her phone as she slowly undressed and started masturbating. Again, her eyes were telling a different story to what she was actually doing. Perhaps only a father could tell, but something was definitely wrong here. She was scared and humiliated, and something on the screen of that phone was the key to it all. He downloaded the video and put it on a USB stick, along with the video Matt had emailed to him.
Later when he got home, he called Sue over to his laptop.
"Sue, there's something you need to see," he began. "Did you know Casey has been doing porn?"
"I suspected something like that," Sue replied sadly. "I saw her walking around naked at the supermarket being photographed one day. It didn't seem to be something above board. I was disappointed in her, but I moved on. She's out of our lives now anyway."
"I think we've made a terrible mistake, Sue. Look at this."
Michael played the video he had downloaded from Casey's website.
"Oh my God, Michael!" Sue gasped in shock. "You're her father! How could you look at something like that?"
"Jesus, Sue, I'm not looking at that. Look at her eyes. She's clearly terrified. Look at how she keeps looking at her phone. Someone is making her do that stuff."
"Oh my God, you're right!" Sue acknowledged after watching for a few minutes. She started to cry. "What have we done, Michael? Who would do that to our baby girl?"
"Is Casey's phone still under our family plan?" Michael asked. "Maybe we could get the records and find out who was calling and texting her around that time?"
"Yes, it is," Sue remembered. "Casey's been paying the bills since she moved out, but we still have access to the account. I'll call the phone company tomorrow and see if we can get the records."
A few days later, they poured over the text records. Almost all of them from around that time were from the same number, and they confirmed what they had feared. Casey had been blackmailed! The contents of some of the early texts indicated that the blackmailer had something on Jolene, and they were using whatever that was to force Casey to degrade herself, and then using images of what she had done to force her to do even more. The penny dropped almost immediately.
"IT'S FUCKING JOLENE!" Michael shouted.
"Oh no, it can't be," Sue responded in disbelief. "She wouldn't do this to her own sister, would she?"
"Well, look at who's benefitting from this chain of events, Sue! Look at where Casey's living now and what she's doing. Do you want to see her website? Jolene manipulated her into indenturing to her, and now she's pimping her out as an Internet whore."
Sue started crying again.
"Oh, poor Casey!" Sue cried in despair. "What do we do now? Do we call the police or what?"
"The police should definitely get involved but there's a problem we need to solve first," Michael considered.
"What's that?" asked Sue.
"All this evidence is circumstantial," Michael replied. "While we can show that Casey was blackmailed, we can't prove it was Jolene. We need to get that phone."
"But how do we do that, Michael? Jolene's bound to have covered her tracks."
"I wouldn't be so sure about that," Michael responded. "She was always a bit absent-minded. I'd almost put money down that she still has the phone somewhere. We have to be careful though. If we tip her off, or she gets a whiff that something's up, it'll definitely disappear."
"So how do we do that?" Sue asked.
"Obviously we have to talk to Casey. She's the only one close enough to Jolene to find out. We need to talk to her anyway, even if we can't get her out. She needs to know that we know the truth of what happened now and that we still love her. I just hope that she's still willing to talk to us after the way we've failed her. Oh my God, Sue. How can we ever make this up to her?"
"I know, Michael," Sue replied. "We have failed her, but Casey's a pragmatist. She'll see things for what they are. That's probably the only reason she's still going along with whatever Jolene's making her do. I just know she'll talk to us, and I know we can get this family back together. Well, maybe without Jolene. I don't think I can ever forgive her for this, but I'll go to the ends of the Earth to get my dear, sweet Casey back in my arms again."
"It's time to put things right, Sue."
"Indeed, Michael."
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Casey was more than a little surprised when her phone rang, and the caller ID indicated it was her parents' landline. What could her mother want now? They hadn't spoken since Casey had moved out. For a moment she considered not picking up but then decided to give her the benefit of the doubt in case it was something important.
"Casey, it's your dad. Can we talk?"
Dad called me? Holy fuck! He never calls. Either someone has died, or he's discovered my porn career and wants to give me a tongue lashing...
She braced herself.
"I guess so, Dad. What's up?"
"Is Jolene around?" he asked.
"Um... she's busy," Casey replied. "But I can go get her if you like?"
