After an experimental mission goes wrong, a starship captain finds herself stranded in a world where female nudity and submission is not just expected but legally enforced.
This story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
Themes include ENF, CMNF, 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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4NR helped Emily carry the two small boxes of possessions into her new apartment. Well, calling it an "apartment" was a bit of a stretch. It was a single room in a hallway full of identical rooms, much like a college dormitory. But then, comparing it to an Earth 1 college dormitory would also require coming up with an explanation for why it was populated entirely with naked women wearing collars. Here, though, this was normal.
Two boxes of stuff were a surprisingly small amount of possessions for a woman, but this woman, like every other woman on this planet, didn't own a single item of clothing. Perhaps it was a surprisingly large amount of stuff after taking that into consideration, and the fact that this woman had only lived on this planet for a month. Inside the boxes were two pairs of shoes, personal hygiene items, makeup and hair care products. Perhaps it was just surprising how much space these small items took up once you put them all together.
The room contained a bed on one side, and a desk with a Vidlink on top of it on the other. Under the desk was a chest of drawers which would hold her personal effects. All in all, the room was small but tasteful, and everything was brand new including the paint. Taking into account it was rent-free, and all of her living expenses would be paid from now on, you had to hand it to them. They looked after their fuck-toys here.
The Vidlink was set up with her new name and did everything she might desire entertainment wise. It had live streams, music, online shopping, the Datacore, and it also functioned as a video phone with an answering service. The one thing she didn't have was a way to contact Collingwood yet, so she had to wait on him to find her. Calling the Space Port and asking for him had been an exercise in frustration, and fronting up there unannounced and possibly bumping into her old crew and having them see her like this was completely out of the question.
"Ok, remember, 7GQ," 4NR began as she put her box down, "You have my name, and I am only three buildings away. You can vid with me or come and visit me anytime. I will always be happy to help you or just be a friend whenever you need one."
"Thanks, 4NR. I may just do that," Emily replied. "I'm feeling a bit scared and alone right now, and I'm not sure what happens next."
"I understand," 4NR replied. "Ok let us meet for dinner each night for a while and discuss anything troubling you. If you are in need of coupling, there is a popular bar two blocks from here where it is usually not difficult to attract a man."
"Um… ok. A drink would be good, I guess, but I'm not sure I'd have the courage to go to a bar alone just yet," Emily replied honestly.
"You are still nervous, 7GQ?" 4NR asked in surprise. "I am so sorry for the way you were raised. The people who did that to you have much to answer for. I usually only keep a small supply of the pills for nervous debs, but I can get more if you need them, if that would help?"
Emily remembered how horny and uninhibited those pills had made her during Debutante. Was that a good thing or bad now that having sex with strangers was expected of her? It didn't seem like there was going to be any way to avoid it unless she resigned herself to never leaving her room again. That could actually be an option, but it could also go bad if it was discovered. The other women there would notice it for starters. She also knew that the longer she put it off, the harder it would be to start. This was going to be her home for at least a few years, and possibly her whole life if Collingwood couldn't find a way to get them back again. It would be better to just learn how to live in this world and not be weighed down by the baggage she brought with her from Earth 1, which she might never return to again. Maybe some of those pills would help her get over this first hurdle then?
"Um… you know what? I think the pills might help me, 4NR, if it's not too much to ask?"
Did I really just ask that? Am I actually accepting the idea of being a fuck-toy now?
"Not at all," 4NR replied. "I can give you four now if you follow me back to my apartment again, and I can get more tomorrow. Take one about an hour before coupling. The effect lasts about 6 - 8 hours. Only take one at a time, and you should not use them for more than two weeks. They become less potent and difficult to stop with time."
"That's ok. I didn't plan on using them forever," Emily replied. As much as she loathed doing what she had to do now, she didn't want to add addiction or substance abuse to her problems.
Later, Emily sat alone on her bed and fingered one of the small white pills. Then without thinking about it further, she quickly downed it with a swig of water. About 30 minutes later, she felt the warmth and horniness of its effects kicking in and set off to find the bar 4NR had mentioned. She couldn't believe she was doing this by herself and of her own volition. Perhaps it was that lonely feeling pushing her? Perhaps it was just accepting the inevitable and pushing herself to get on with it? She wasn't completely sure. It just felt like something she needed to get done and over with, knowing the first time would be the hardest.
It turned out to be quite a busy place with lots of men and women, and she could see "coupling" occurring here and there. She ordered the local equivalent of a rum and coke and found a barstool to sit on as she sipped it. Alcohol never tasted so good.
Is it hot in here?
"'Display', 7GQA9E."
Emily looked up to see a man about her age smiling at her. She gulped in fear but at the same time she had been feeling the horniness building and was starting to think a trip to the bathroom might be in order to take matters into her own hands.
She did her best to smile back as she assumed the position, spreading her buttocks towards him. Almost immediately he began fucking her right at the bar! It felt good too, and this guy was lasting longer than the average Earth 2 guy from what she'd experienced so far. She could feel an orgasm building but then to her disappointment she felt him cum and then withdraw.
"Thank you, 7GQA9E," he finished with as he zipped himself up.
"Thank you, kind sir," she replied with a smile.
Dammit, I was right on the brink!
The pressure now was too much, and she turned back to face the bar on her barstool, dropping a hand into her lap and pressing a finger against her clit as nonchalantly as possible. She was so close that she could feel the early twinges.
Touching myself just a little longer won't hurt. Oops! Too much!
She was cumming. She kept her head down and tried to not let anything show, but her body betrayed her and convulsed several times.
"Another drink, 7GQA9E?"
