Chapter 2

Elena woke to the golden haze of morning sun filtering through her bedroom curtains, already warming her bare skin. Even in early morning, the dry heat had already settled in, clinging to everything it touched. She stretched slowly, savoring the quiet. Her nude body ached slightly from the tension of the day before, but her mind felt clearer.

Padding across the room, she grabbed a hair tie from the vanity and twisted her dark waves into a loose bun. Her windows were still open from the night before, letting in the soft rustle of early traffic and birdsong. She closed the windows before padding still naked to the kitchen.

Downstairs, the house was still. Her dad wouldn’t be home from the hospital for a few more days, and her mom’s early shift meant Elena had the place to herself. The kitchen was cool underfoot, the tiles smooth and familiar.

Being naked in the kitchen, or anywhere else in the house was normal for Elena. Ever since she was old enough to not need a sitter, she has been fixing breakfast nude. Not that it really mattered. Both of her parents had early shifts and were gone before she got up. Over the years, nudity had become such an ingrained part of her life that she rarely thought about it. Getting dressed to leave the house was almost an afterthought, whether it was for school or work. It wasn’t a big deal even if her parents were home.

She moved with practiced ease—opening cabinets, cracking eggs into a skillet, slicing a banana onto toast. There was a quiet comfort in the rhythm of her morning routine. It was her moment of normal before the rest of the day pressed in.

As she filled a reusable container with the leftovers for lunch, her thoughts drifted. To the hospital. To Carol. To the sleek black card still tucked in her purse upstairs.

She didn’t know what she was going to do about it yet. She only knew it wasn’t something she could ignore. Setting that aside for another time, she finally got dressed and left for work.

Thursday Morning

Each morning at breakfast, Elena found herself playing with the black card Marcus had given her. She would turn it over, trace the embossed silver letters with her thumb, and remember the firsts that came with it—first public exposure, first orgasm by another woman, first oral experience, first taste of something that felt like a secret world pulling her in.

On Thursday, it finally happened. The card slipped from her purse when she reached for her keys and landed face-up on the kitchen counter, black and bold like it was daring her to decide.

Here she was, naked at the kitchen table, breakfast forgotten, the eggs on her plate had gone cold. The toast sat untouched. With a breath that felt heavier than it should have, her thumb hovering over the call button. She tapped it before she could change her mind.

It rang twice.

“This is Marcus.” The voice was calm, unhurried.

Just as she opened her mouth, her voice caught. She cleared her throat. “Hi. Um ... my name is Elena Mc Neil. You gave me your card at the hospital last Monday.

“Yes,” he replied without hesitation, a smile curling at the edge of his words. “I remember you. I enjoyed your visit. I’m glad I met you. What can I do for you. Elena?”

Elena’s cheeks warmed as she looked down at her bare chest, suddenly hyperaware of what she wasn’t wearing. “I ... I wanted to ask ... I was hoping ... if I could visit Carol. Just to talk—to catch up,” Elena said quietly, her voice barely steady as she sat naked at the kitchen table, her breakfast long forgotten and nerves tightening in her chest.

“Of course. Carol has spoken about you,” Marcus said, his tone warm but measured, as if choosing each word deliberately.

“She has?” Elena asked, voice quiet, almost hopeful.

“Fondly. She said you were the only one who ever stood by her in high school. How you were closer than sisters since kindergarten.”

“Yeah. I knew we’d be friends the moment I saw her. We just ... clicked. When she returned from Spain and never called, it felt like losing a part of myself.”

“She told me about the matching outfits you used to wear. No judgment,” he added with a chuckle. “We’re casual here. You’ll fit right in.”

“I’m off on weekends. Would Saturday work?” Elena asked, trying to sound composed though her voice wavered.

There was a pause. Not long. Not awkward. Just measured. “I’ll be home Saturday morning,” Marcus said. “We eat early. Join us for breakfast. Eight sharp.”

“Okay,” she said too quickly, then again more evenly. “Okay. Thank you.”

“You can wear what you have on now,” Marcus added, with playful undertones.

“S-sorry?” she stammered.

“Just a suggestion,” he said, smooth and low. “But if you’re coming to my home, I expect you to follow house rules. Consider it part of the visit.”

Elena swallowed. “Okay ... I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Good girl. I’ll text you the gate code.” The line went dead. Elena lowered the phone. The screen glowed for a moment then faded.

‘You can wear what you have on now?’ She looked down at her naked body. Not happening. She wasn’t even sure who that was anymore.

Elena stared at her phone as the screen dimmed. Her breathing was shallow. Her hands shook.

She glanced down at her plate, moving the eggs around with her fork. She grimaced at the cold food—her appetite gone. She dumped the plate and rinsed it clean before heading upstairs to get ready for work.

She’d gotten up earlier than usual to make sure she was ready for the visit—and not late. She brushed out her hair and tied it into a tight ponytail. She slipped on an old cotton dress that still looked decent and her usual flip-flops.

The drive was uneventful, but her nerves kept her thoughts busy. When she reached the gate, she entered the code Marcus had texted her and waited as it moved silently on well-oiled hinges. Once there was enough space, she drove through and parked by the front entrance.

A man in a black suit approached the car. “I’ll park your car and take your bag to your room, Miss,” he said.

Elena handed over her keys without a word and headed toward the door. As she climbed the steps, it swung open. A beautiful woman in a crisp maid uniform stood waiting. Without a word, she ushered Elena inside.

Upon entering the massive house, two maids approached and flanked Elena without a word. She knew what was coming. Resigned, she stood still as they each grabbed a side of her dress and yanked, tearing it off in two ragged halves, leaving her standing naked in someone else’s house.

Nudity didn’t bother her—she’d grown up around it. What bothered her was the needless destruction of her dress. The maid who’s first opened the door spoke again, calmly: “Leave the flip=flops and follow me.”

Elena stepped out of them and followed, two steps behind and to the left. Instead of leading her to a guest room, the maid guided her out the back door, across the stone patio, and toward the second barn on the left.

The training grounds stretched out before her, alive with motion—ponygirls trotting in circles, trainers adjusting posture, and issuing commands. She slowed, watching with fascination. They reached the barn, and just inside the open doors, Marcus stood waiting next to a stall. Carol stood inside of the stall.

As Elena approached, Marcus turned toward her, his eyes drifting slowly down her body and back up again. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

His tone warm but unmistakably amused, he said, “You wear nudity well. Still clinging to modesty, or just mourning that poor old dress?”

Elena flushed, jaw tightening slightly. Even though she stood with her back straight and arms at her sides, she couldn’t help but respond to his dig. This was Marcus—kind, yes, but always in charge, always poking at her edges to see where she might flinch.

“It’s not the nudity. I’m sure Carol told you—we grew up like this most of the time. I’m not upset about being naked. I’m upset about losing the dress. Besides ... this isn’t home. Being naked here feels different. It’s outside my comfort zone.”

Marcus stepped a little closer, eyes still warm, but unmistakably in control. “I like you naked, Elena. I plan to keep you this way as often as I can.”

He gestured toward the house behind them. “You have your personal gate code now. You can come and go as you like. However, as long as you’re on my property you will be required to be naked. I may even have you naked in other locations like I did at the hospital.” Elena nodded, her pulse quickening—but she didn’t argue.

“You’ve got an hour,” he added, nodding toward Carol. “After that, she’s back under rein.” Elena nodded once.

Carol’s Story – Elena loses her virginity

Carol looked at Elena for a long moment before answering. “It started right after graduation. The Spain trip—that was my parents’ gift for keeping my grades up. Just one month, round-trip, and I was supposed to be back in time to prep for college.”

As Carol began to speak, Elena felt Marcus shift behind her—his presence a quiet reminder of her hospital experience. The sudden closeness stole her breath. She stiffened when his hands found her bare breasts, nipples already stiff—not from sexual excitement, but from nervousness brought on by her nudity in a strange location.

She jolted from the unexpected sensation of Marcus’s hands on her breasts. Her hands gripped the top of the stall gate, knuckles whitening. A low gasp escaped her lips before she could catch it, and heat flared across her chest and face. She bit down on her lower lip, trying to stay grounded in Carol’s story.

The room didn’t spin, but it tilted—like the floor had forgotten its job. She clung to the gate to keep her balance and to the thread of Carol’s voice, though both slipped through her finger like water. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she hated how easily her body betrayed her. She hated that Marcus knew it too. He was kneading them, pinching and pulling her nipples. Her breath came in short gasps as her body began to react as it did in the hospital. She moaned, tensing when he caused pain, while enjoying the pleasure.

Carol smiled faintly, almost wistfully as she recalled how her summer began—or was it at the sight of Elena’s flustered expression? “You and I hugged at the airport, remember? You waved while I went through security. It felt like the real start of something.

Elena nodded in answer to Carols question. Her eyes closed as the fog of lust clouded her mind once again.

Carol paused, her eyes unfocused, as if watching a reel from the past.

Flashback Begins

Landing in Spain was easy. Customs waved her through after stamping her passport. The heat hit as soon as she stepped outside, but the taxi was waiting. The driver helped load her suitcase into the trunk and off they went.

He dropped her off in front of the hotel. She paid him, stepped out, and the door clicked shut behind her. Just as the door clicked shut, the taxi drove off—with her suitcase still in the trunk. She ran after him, yelling, but it was pointless.

The hotel manager called the police. They showed up, took her statement and left. The manager was sympathetic, but when she asked about a lost and found, he only shook his head.

Then he said something that stuck with her. “Don’t worry too much. You know it’s legal here for women to be nude in public. It has been for years.”

She stared at him, stunned. Eventually, practicality won out. She had her carry-on, her passport, her phone, and her purse. No clothes, though, except what she’d worn on the plane.

That night she stripped, washed everything in the bathroom sink, and hung it to dry. When they were dry the next morning she folded then and put them in a drawer intending to spend the next month exploring the area just like she was—naked, unbothered by clothes, free.

Learning to surf. Swimming. Snorkeling. Sunbathing. She’d gotten used to it faster than she expected. Seeing so many other women just as naked, helped her overcome the strangeness of being naked in a foreign country.

On the last day, she slipped back into her original clothes, caught her flight, and returned home.

Flashback Ends

Elena was bent forward now as Marcus was fucking her wet pussy, his fingers pumping in and out with purpose. Carol reached over the gate to take over playing with Elena’s breasts and nipples, allowing Marcus to focus on Elena’s pussy.

As Carol worked over Elena’s breasts she continued her story. “I was back for a week when my sister invited me to a party,” Carol said, her voice flatter now. “I didn’t want to go. I said no twice, but she begged and I eventually gave in.” The memory flickered behind her eyes.

Party Flashback

She was in the bathroom when the house was raided by the cops. Screams, glass breaking, and footsteps everywhere. She fought her way out, found her sister near the back door.

Carol took her purse from her sister, Jade, just before an officer grabbed her. They were cuffed and shoved into the same care.

At the station, the search turned up two small baggies of a white powder in her purse. She was told it was cocaine. Even though she claimed it wasn’t hers and didn’t know it was there, they claimed it was hers. Her sister said nothing.

In the end, Jade was released. No charges were brought against her. As for her younger sister, Carol, she was convicted. No leniency for a first offence. No second chances. A lifetime sentence of slavery. After the trial they let her speak with her mother once. That’s when she found out the truth.

“Your sister planted it,” her mother had said, voice cold with shame. “While you were in the bathroom, she put it in your purse as soon as she saw the cops. She wanted to protect herself more than she cared about her younger sister,” her mother explained. “We pulled her from college. Cut her off. We tried to trade her for you,” her mother had said. “The court wouldn’t allow it. They already had a buyer for you. They kept saying ‘All Sales Are Final.’ We signed the slavery papers on your sister. She’s in training now.

“They said that you will be shipped to Dallas for your training. The same place your sister was sent to. A place called Big Ds.”

Flashback Ends

Carol took a breath, blinking slowly. “And now ... here I am.”

By now, Marcus had pulled his fingers from Elena’s pussy and put them in her mouth. “Clean them,” he commanded. Elena did as she was told. She was more obedient when she was lost in her lust fog.

When his hands were cleaned he used his hands to undo his pants. Pulling out his hard cock. She could feel his cock sliding between her wet lips. Lost in her fog, it never occurred to her to object or try to stop him. Oh my God! I’m going to lose my virginity.