Casey's Fall Ch. 05

This story takes place on a parallel world where registered nudity and indentured slavery are legal under a government known as "The State". A young woman is blackmailed and slowly coerced into a life she never expected.

This story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. Themes include cmnf, cfnf, enf, humiliation, non-consent, reluctance, blackmail, public nudity and public sex.

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Casey awoke and immediately remembered the dreadful things she had to organise that day in order to fulfil her weekend missions. Somehow, she had to mentally cope with asking people for help to plan things that would mean being nude in front of them, including a new boyfriend and they hadn't even had their first date yet. What would he think of her shaved pussy and protruding labia? What if he gagged and ran away? She wasn't sure how to ask Greg if he would even do it yet, or even if he would be available. They barely knew each other, but at least her secret was out in the open already with him and she knew he was ok with it. More than ok really. That was way better than having to explain all this to someone new. It suddenly occurred to her that her story might make more sense to him if she just told him she was planning to spend the whole weekend naked as part of her nudist experiment, so it all tied together. Yes, that might work.

The hardest part she knew would come after she managed to get all of this organised. She would then have to follow through with it and parade herself naked in front of her friends for extended periods of time over the weekend, not to mention hundreds of strangers in a supermarket. And she would have to do it while pretending she was confident and not in the least bit ashamed so that hopefully it bored her blackmailer and made him lose interest in her. Could she even do all this without passing out from the humiliation she'd actually be feeling, though, let alone not show it?

A large part of pulling it all off was to have everything well planned in advance. That started with Amelia, who she could see right away before class. She'd need to explain things to her in a way that wouldn't freak her out. Although, she wasn't exactly sure yet what she was going to say that might make it sound normal enough not to freak her out, or perhaps gross her out. She supposed her best chance would be if she acted excited and enthusiastic about it, even though she most definitely was not excited or enthusiastic about it. Maybe she should just tell Amelia the truth? That would mean revealing the things she'd done though, and Amelia might want to go straight to the police, so it would all go to shit and make everything she'd done for nothing. Jolene would still end up on the auction block, and all of the naked pictures and videos would be sent out. No, as awful as it was to have to lie to Amelia, she had to keep this to herself.

Greg would be the next to approach. Maybe she could text him and meet up at lunchtime? If that failed, there was always their date tonight to approach the subject. That might be cutting things a bit fine, though. Better if she can find him at lunch time.

Once she managed that, she still had to find one more person and convince them of the same. Well, she hoped it would be just one more. If neither Amelia nor Greg could come, or if they refused, then she might have to find three more, including someone with a car who could drive her to the dreadful mission on Saturday. Well, not just drive her, but also record a video of her shopping naked in Stocksgate. Who else did she know with a car? The only person who sprang to mind was Cassandra. Asking her was just too awful to even contemplate, let alone being naked in front of her, or having her record her mission. Casey would never hear the end of it, assuming Cassandra accepted and didn't just refuse and then tell the whole college what she had asked. Knowing Cassandra, that would be exactly what she would do.

She scratched at her pussy involuntarily, suddenly realising it was very itchy. She reached into her pyjamas and sure enough it was stubbly. Her bush was starting to grow back already, but sadly she knew she wasn't allowed to let that happen. She lowered her pyjama bottoms and looked at herself in the mirror. There was a dark shadow covering her pubic area and some tiny red dots here and there.

She normally showered in the locker room on campus after her morning run, but she guessed she would have to start doing it at home now. There was no way she was going to risk being seen shaving herself in a public bathroom, or risk anyone seeing her naked pussy while she was showering for that matter. She almost laughed at that thought. Plenty of people were going to have seen it after the weekend, and she was sure there would be plenty more to come, the way things were going.

The missions that the blackmailer had given her had been completely humiliating so far, but hopefully the evidence of them was at least contained to him and the few people she had to involve. He definitely had her over a barrel now for sure, and she had little choice but to go along with everything he wanted for now. She hoped one day he would indeed tire of her, and she could get her old life back with pubes and underpants and no awful pictures of her floating around.

With a sigh she headed to the shower and grabbed a can of her father's shaving cream to take in with her. After washing everywhere and letting the room steam up, she carefully applied the foam and began shaving the stubbly area. It required several passes to get rid of the prickly feeling under her fingertips, but at last she was satisfied. She then did the same around her back passage as best she could, then rinsed off and turned off the shower. The mirror had fogged up, and she had to wipe it with her hand to check the results of her work. With a sigh of relief, she saw that the shadow was gone, and while there were still a few red bumps, she should pass muster when the inevitable upskirt requests started coming.

She towel-dried her hair and was momentarily shocked, but also pleasantly surprised by the pretty blonde girl staring back at her in the mirror.

Yes, blonde is my colour. I actually look like a girl now rather than a tomboy jock.

Her mother was in the kitchen busy getting ready for work, so their conversation didn't extend beyond saying good morning to each other and asking how they slept. After saying farewell, Casey grabbed her bag before heading off to Tech on her bike. She was a little later than usual, so she wouldn't have time for a run, but she was in no mood for running today anyway.

Amelia was already in the locker room by the time Casey entered.

"Wow! Look at you!" Amelia exclaimed on seeing Casey's new hairdo. "I was wondering where you were yesterday. It looks like you treated yourself to a stress day with some pampering?"

"Yes! Do you like it?" Casey asked.

"It's gorgeous!" Amelia replied. "Blonde totally suits you. You'll be beating the boys off with a stick."

"Oh, I didn't tell you. I got a date tonight!" Casey announced with a little happy dance and a smile.

"Really? Who is he?"

"His name's Greg. I think he plays football and drives one of those old muscle cars. I'm not sure what it is. It's red and has a gold emblem of some sort covering the bonnet."

"That sounds like an old Trans Am. Yes, I think I know who you mean. Ooh, so where are you going?"

"We haven't decided yet. We were just going to grab a burger or something. Nothing formal."

"Has he seen your new blonde look yet?"

"No, you're the first so far, apart from Mum and Dad," Casey replied.

Casey suddenly had an idea about how to ask Amelia over for the Sunday luncheon. Just as she planned to do with Greg, she would also tell her about her plan to be naked for the whole weekend since her parents would be away, and also tell her what she was planning to do on Saturday with Greg. That way she could say she was experimenting with what it would be like to be nude amongst a crowd of strangers, and then with a small group of friends, to see how she felt in both situations. It was still loony, but there was definitely an element of plausibility there that she might just be able to pull off if she gave it plenty of enthusiasm. There was no one else in the locker room yet.

Ok, here goes everything…

"Amelia, my deepest and most enduring of all friends…" Casey began.

"Yes…?" Amelia replied suspiciously, knowing full well that Casey was buttering her up for something.

"Are you doing anything on Sunday?"

"No, not at this stage. What did you have in mind?"

Whew! She's available at least.

"Well, you know how the other day you helped me with my nudist experiment?" Casey continued.

"Yes… I haven't forgotten about that yet, Casey…"

"Well, I want to take it a step further. My parents are going away for the weekend so I thought I'd see what it would feel like to be nude for an extended period of time and try to stay that way for the whole weekend, and also try to do a few things I would have to do if I actually was a nudist."

"You're a braver woman than I am, Casey Reine, but how can I help? What are you planning to do?"

"Ok, I want to try being nude amongst a bunch of strangers," Casey began to explain, "and then try the same thing with a small group of friends, and then see how I feel in both situations. On Sunday I want to have you and maybe two other people for lunch while I stay nude. Would you be ok with that?"

"Holy fuck! But yeah, ok, I think I can manage that, but I won't hold you to staying nude if you don't feel comfortable at the time," Amelia responded. "I gotta ask, though, what's with this fascination with being nude? Is it a sex thing for you?"

"No, not a sex thing at all," Casey replied, trying to think of something fast. "I was just Googling around one day and read some stuff about it, and it intrigued me. I wondered what it would actually feel like to be so exposed like that and if it would be a freeing experience, or something else."

"Oh ok, sure. I've never really thought much about it myself, to tell the truth," Amelia admitted," and I know I wouldn't feel comfortable with it at all, but you do you, girl. Tell me, if you did decide to register one day, would you move to one of those nudist towns or would you want to stay right here where you'd probably be the only nudist between here and Stocksgate?"

"Um... I hadn't really considered that," Casey replied honestly, "but I guess I've been thinking about it in the context of living the same life I have now, just nude. I'm not sure if I'd ever actually do it, though. It's a lifetime commitment after all, so it's just an experiment for the moment. But yes, I think I kind of like the idea of staying around the people I love."

Casey hoped her answer might make her sound a little sentimental and grounded, and not like a complete lunatic. It wasn't a complete lie that she'd been thinking about what it would be like to be an actual nudist, though. The stuff the blackmailer had been making her do had given her a taste of that already, and it was completely awful.

"Oh ok, and what were you planning to do on Saturday?" Amelia asked. "Can I help you with that as well?"

"Well, it's a big one and I'm kind of scared about it…" Casey responded, thinking 'kind of scared' was the understatement of the century. "Basically, I want to go shopping in the nude, so I'm thinking I'll go over to one of the supermarkets in Stocksgate where nobody knows me."

"What the actual fuck, Casey! Have you lost your mind?" Amelia responded, clearly now thinking her friend was indeed nuts. "No! As your friend I have to step in here and tell you not to do it. Just no. Something like that can't be undone again. If someone finds out, the gossip will spread like wildfire, and you'll never live it down."

"Well, I figure, let 'em talk," Casey shrugged. "If their lives are so small, that's all they can think to talk about, then they should go for it. Small things amuse small minds."

Other girls had started to fill the locker room, so they lowered their voices.

"But won't you be arrested if a cop sees you?" Amelia whispered.

"Well, I'm going to wear a fake registered nudist tattoo which should let me pass for a real one if anyone does stop me," Casey replied, tracing the shape of a crescent on her wrist to demonstrate where it would go.

"Sheesh, ok then. Well, I guess it's your life. How will you be getting over to Stocksgate?"

"I was gonna ask Greg to drive me. Long story short, we've been talking, and I told him about my little experiment, so he already knows that much. I just haven't told him about my plans for the weekend yet. I only found out last night that my folks were going to be away. If he's available, I'll also ask him to be there on Sunday. I just wanna find at least one more person for that. I don't know who yet…"

"Well, I'd offer to come with you on Saturday, but I don't think I can handle seeing you do that to yourself," Amelia admitted. "Are you really sure you wanna do that, Casey? Like really, really sure? It sounds like something that could so easily go very, very badly."

"Yes, I'm positive about it. I've been thinking about it for ages and the opportunity just presented itself with my folks going away. They don't go away very often so it's now or never."

Or everyone gets my nude pictures and video in their inboxes…

"Well, I'd choose never if it were up to me, but as I said, it's your life."

"Thanks, Amelia. You're a true friend. I'll probably see you at morning tea or lunch, but if I don't, see you Sunday."

"Sure thing, Casey. No worries. What time should I come?"

"Oh, let's say 11:30 to 12:00? Does that work for you? I should have plenty of food and drinks, so you won't need to bring anything. It's nothing formal. Just an impromptu gathering. Maybe we could make it a regular thing? Well, without me being nude next time," Casey added with a smile.

"Ok, yeah. That sounds nice. Ok see you then at your place if I don't see you before. And remember I won't think less of you if you decide not to go through with it," Amelia assured her in parting.

"Thanks, Amelia. I'll definitely keep that in mind."

If I actually had a choice about it…

Ok, one down two to go.

She was only about thirty minutes into class when she got her first upskirt request.

Vibrate.

"upskirt"

This one was easy to pull off. Everyone's attention was focussed elsewhere so she just had to quickly part her legs, put the phone into place between them and take the shot before texting it back. It wasn't dignified by any means, but it was efficient.

Vibrate.

What now?

"Shaved suits you"

Ugh. Is he blind?

Casey was mortified knowing that someone else could now see the ugly mess she'd been cursed with down there. The truth was her appearance was quite normal. She just didn't know it yet.

At morning teatime, Casey looked everywhere for Greg but couldn't find him. She suddenly worried he wasn't on campus. They didn't have a class together that day so she couldn't catch up with him there, but she had his number, so she decided to send him a text.

"Are you here today? See you at lunch?"

It took a few minutes before he replied, and it happened just as she was entering her next class.

"Sure! I'll meet you in the cafeteria"

Casey gave a silent prayer of thanks. Now she just had to hope that he'd be open to what she had to say and wasn't busy when she needed him for her horrible missions. She also made a mental note to always double-check who she was sending an upskirt picture to now that Greg was in her contact list and recent texts. She would have to drown herself if she accidentally sent one of those to him.

With everything progressing as planned so far, she was almost upbeat. Almost. But then as she was on her way to her locker to get her books for her next class, she passed by a noticeboard. A new notice caught her eye, and to her horror it was a printout of one of her upskirt pictures, obviously taken before she had shaved. Someone had written in sharpie across it "Have you seen this minge?"

OMG! He did send that picture out on Wednesday and some asshole has pinned it here!

She quickly looked around and then ripped it off the noticeboard, tore it into tiny bits and put it in a bin. She then couldn't stop wondering who had pinned it there and how many people had seen it. It was a far from comforting thought.

The next class passed without any more word from the blackmailer, and then it was lunchtime. She set off to the cafeteria and found Greg waiting for her at the entry. They got their food, and she chose a table away from the main crowd where she thought they might get some privacy.

"Wow! I love your new hair. It really suits you," Greg exclaimed. "I'm looking forward to tonight even more now. Are we still on?"

"Thanks. Yes, I'm looking forward to it as well," she answered without lying. She was indeed looking forward to it. It was what she was about to ask him to do on the weekend that was causing her a problem right now, though.

"Um… there's something I want to ask you," she began. "Um… you know how I told you I've been thinking about becoming a nudist?"

"How could I forget about that?" he replied with a cheeky grin while waggling his eyebrows. Casey smiled briefly and then continued.

"Ok. Well… my folks are going away for the weekend, and I thought I'd take the opportunity to try spending the whole weekend in the nude to see what it feels like for a fairly long period of time…"

There. It's out there now.

Greg leaned forward with big eyes.

"Are you taking visitors?"

Whew! Well, he's more than open to the idea at least, if not a little too enthusiastic maybe…

"Yes, but let me explain," Casey replied with a laugh. "I want to try some real-world situations I'd have to face if I did become a registered nudist one day."

"Like what sort of situations?" Greg asked, still with big eyes and a broad smile.

"Well, I want to feel like what it would be like to be amongst a bunch of strangers if I was the only one nude, and then I want to try the same thing with a small group of friends to see if it feels any different."

"Go on," prompted Greg with mounting interest.

"Ok, on Saturday I want to go over to Stocksgate and do some shopping in a supermarket, and I want to leave my clothes at home, so I don't chicken out when I get there. I shouldn't bump into anyone I know, so my reputation should stay safe, and I've got a fake registered nudist tattoo organised so I shouldn't attract any unwarranted attention from any security guards or police. The problem is I don't have a car to get there…"

"Are you serious?" Greg asked, grinning from ear to ear.

"Yes, very serious," Casey replied with a wink she hoped would look flirty.

"And you need a ride?"

"Yes I do. I don't suppose…?"

"You want me to take you? Sure thing! Absolutely! Yes! What time do you want to do it?" Greg asked, almost jumping up and down in excitement.

"I dunno. What time are you available?"

"Well, I have a game in the afternoon. That doesn't start until 2:00 but I can't be late. Any time in the morning would work for me, as long as we leave there by 12:00 I guess," Greg considered while at the same time scarcely believing this was real and not a wind-up by his buddies. He looked around to see if any were watching nearby.

"That sounds perfect!" Casey replied. "We can get an early start if you like, and then just stay long enough to get the items on my list."

"Ok super! This sounds fucking awesome if you don't mind me saying. You got game, girl!"

"Thanks," Casey laughed. Inwardly though she was completely mortified that it now looked like it was actually going to happen. "Oh, and one more thing. I want to get something I can look back on to remember everything and see people's reactions and so on. Would I be able to give you my phone to record me?"