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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules. " (Rule 2.b.iii)
The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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This is my first attempt at writing a story and I thought of writing something different than the usual rape literature. Wish me luck! Feedback and comments always welcomed!
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Chapter 1: Bare innocence
The late afternoon sun spilled through the delicate lace curtains of their modest wooden house in Willow Creek, Illinois, bathing the small kitchen in a warm, golden haze. The air carried the comforting scent of fresh dough and ginger. Ariel Tan stood completely naked at the worn oak counter, kneading dough for her mother’s favorite steamed ginger buns. She stood at 165cm with a delicate weight of only 51kg. Her slender, willowy frame gave her movements an almost ethereal, graceful quality.
Ariel displayed soft beautiful facial Chinese features. She had a gentle heart-shaped face with high, subtly rounded cheekbones, a small straight nose, and full, naturally rosy lips that parted slightly in concentration. Her large, expressive dark brown doe-like eyes, framed by long natural lashes, were focused downward with quiet sweetness, radiating an innocence that made her look even younger and more vulnerable than her age of 19.
Ariel’s body was a sensual contradiction. Modest in scale yet tempting in its delicate perfection. Her B-cup breasts were perfectly shaped, gentle teardrop swells that sat high and proud on her chest. As she rhythmically pushed the heels of her palms into the soft dough, they swayed and jiggled softly with each motion. The supple flesh quivered delicately, her soft pinkish-brown nipples tracing small arcs in the air. A light sheen of perspiration had formed in the shallow valley between her breasts, glistening as it traced a slow, sensual path down her flat, toned abdomen.
Regular yoga practices had sculpted her body into something lithe and feminine. Her stomach was softly taut, with the faintest hint of definition along her midriff when she moved. Her hips flared gracefully into long, slender thighs and sculpted calves. She had learned yoga years ago through videos on ShareTube, which she accessed through an old laptop left behind by her estranged father. She also loved listening to K-Pop and other groove dance videos, attempting to copy the dances in the privacy of their living room. She wasn’t very good at dancing, her moves were shy and clumsy, but it brought her quiet joy. Most importantly, she had learnt how to cook and bake by watching ShareTube tutorials and experimenting in their tiny kitchen to feed her mother and occasionally their neighbours.
Between her thighs rested a thick, lush patch of curly black pubic hair, carefully groomed into a full, luxurious triangle that provided her pubic region a natural veil of modesty. Her ass was smooth, firm, and perfectly rounded, two pale globes that flexed subtly with every shift of her weight.
Her long, thick, silky-straight black hair cascaded all the way down her back like a living curtain. The heavy strands reached the middle of her back and extended slightly past her ass cheeks. They completely shielded her ass crack but covered only slightly more than half of each rounded cheek, teasingly exposing the smooth, pale sides.
Being completely naked at home was nothing unusual for Ariel. She had lived this way ever since she was diagnosed with an extraordinarily rare dermatological disease at the age of six. Severe Congenital Dermatological Hypersensitivity Disorder; that was the name Dr. Chen, Ariel’s Chinese-American family doctor, had given it. As far as anyone knew, no other person in the world suffered from this exact condition.
Any fabric touching Ariel’s skin for a brief short period triggered intense burning, itching, and angry welts that swelled into painful rashes lasting for hours or even days. To make matters worse, no viable treatment existed. The drug doses required to suppress the extreme severity of her condition would reach toxic levels that would certainly kill her. Strangely, the disease spared her hands and feet completely.
Through years of careful self-monitoring and Dr. Chen’s guidance, Ariel had learned that while any fabric contact still posed a serious risk, brief or intermittent touches under sixty seconds usually caused only mild tingling, warmth, and heightened sensitivity rather than full painful rashes. Only continuous, prolonged pressure beyond sixty seconds would reliably trigger the intense burning, itching, and angry swelling welts. This small window of tolerance had become her lifeline; enough to survive short interactions, but never enough for real clothing or careless crowds.
Through multiple patch tests, Dr. Chen had also discovered that Ariel was not allergic to extremely pure-grade extrahexylated nitrilised latex, a material that was incredibly difficult to produce and prohibitively expensive. With Dr. Chen’s help, she had applied for special federal funding to obtain a thin mat made of this material. It was the same mat Ariel had slept on since childhood and still used today for her daily yoga practice. It remained her most prized possession.
Because of this cruel condition, Ariel had lived almost her entire life naked inside their home. It had driven her father away when she was still a little girl, leaving Sue to raise her alone. Out of kindness and pity, Dr. Chen allowed Ariel’s mother, Sue, to bring her to her clinic at late night hours to avoid unwanted attention from the public due to her completely naked state. Clinic visits were mainly to monitor her condition and treating her rashes that appear due to accidental contact with fabrics, an event that frequently occurred when Ariel was more careless as a child.
“Mummy, the buns will be ready in about twenty minutes,” Ariel called softly, her voice sweet and melodic. “I added extra ginger and a touch of sesame oil this time, just the way you like them.”
From the living room came the slow, uneven thump of a single crutch. Sue hobbled into view. After nearly two months, she could now move around the house reasonably well with one crutch. The hospital had stabilized her femoral neck fracture which she sustained from a bad fall at work due to being exhausted from working one odd job to another. Unfortunately, she was discharged without the full replacement surgery. They simply could not afford it. There were still outstanding bills from the initial treatment, follow-up X-rays, and pain medication. Sue was careful with their meagre savings, spending thriftily on essentials while hoping for a miracle.
“You spoil me too much, Ariel,” Sue said with tired affection.
*****
“I tried again today,” Sue said, rubbing her hip. “Three more companies for remote work. All of them turned me down. One even said my injury made me unreliable.” She sighed. “I’ll keep trying…”
Ariel knelt beside her, long hair pooling on the floor. I can’t let her keep struggling like this because of me.
It was time to tell her.
*****
I could enrol in their culinary school and graduate with a prestigious certificate. That would guarantee me work at a fancy restaurant or hotel that pays well.
Over a series of hushed late-night phone calls with Dr.Chen, Ariel had explained her desperate plan. Although Chicago was not too far away, Dr. Chen had sighed deeply, warning her about the dangers of the city. But due to the family’s financial situation, she agreed to help. She prepared a detailed medical letter describing Ariel’s disorder. The letter emphasized that near-constant nudity was a medical necessity.
Even more importantly, Dr. Chen had helped Ariel through the complex application for a rare federal medical exemption permit under expanded Americans with Disabilities Act (ADA) provisions for severe, well-documented conditions. The process had taken weeks, medical forms, high-resolution photographs of her skin reactions, virtual specialist reviews, and official submissions. In the end, the permit was approved. When Ariel finally confessed, she showed her mother the papers.
“I have the full medical letter from Dr. Chen,” Ariel explained softly. “It clearly states my condition and that near-constant nudity is medically necessary. And this…” She pulled out the second document. “This is the official Medical Exemption ID Card.”
She held up the laminated card. It featured her photo, fingerprint, QR code, and reference number. In bold text it read:
Federal Medical Exemption ID Holder: Ariel Pei Xin Tan
Condition: Severe Congenital Dermatological Hypersensitivity Disorder
Accommodation: Near-constant nudity required to prevent documented medical harm. This card grants exemption from public indecency statutes under expanded ADA provisions when presented to law enforcement or authorized officials. Carrier must keep this card on her person at all times.
“Dr.Chen said this is the most important document that I have to carry everywhere,” Ariel added quietly. “Otherwise, the police can arrest me for indecency. It’s my only real protection.”
The argument that followed Ariel’s confession was one of the most painful moments of her young life.
“You did what?!” Sue’s voice cracked with disbelief and rising anger as she struggled to sit up straighter on the couch. “Chicago? A vocational school for culinary arts? Ariel, you’re only nineteen years old! You’ve barely left Willow Creek your entire life except for those night time walks in the forest or by the river. Have you completely lost your mind?”
Ariel’s large eyes filled with hot tears, but her voice remained soft and steady.
“I got accepted, Mummy,” she said quietly. “Full scholarship. They cover tuition, they give me a monthly stipend for expenses, and they provide on-campus housing. Dr. Chen helped me with everything. I have the medical letter and the federal permit now. It’s legal. I can travel. I can live there.”
Sue’s face went deathly pale. “Legal? You think a piece of plastic is going to protect you in a city full of strangers? Do you like people staring at you? Whispering, laughing, and calling you…a freak, or a…whore? And do you want men to gawk at your breasts? Stare at your…your…your buttocks, at..at…at your that…that bush? That thick bush between your legs? You want that? You want people to take photos? You like men to follow you? Touch you…molest you…. heck, they might even try to rape you! And you think this… this permit will stop any of it?”
Ariel flinched at the harsh words, tears spilling down her flushed cheeks.
“I know it will be hard,” Ariel whispered, voice trembling. “I’m scared too, Mummy. But staying here means watching you struggle every single day. I can’t keep being the reason we have nothing. I’m nineteen now. I’m not a little girl anymore. Please… let me try to be independent and look after you for once.”
The argument stretched on for nearly two hours. Sue pleaded, cried, shouted, and listed every possible horror in vivid detail — assault, humiliation, exploitation, arrest despite the permit, illness from stress on her sensitive skin. Ariel cried with her but refused to yield, her quiet, determined nature shining through. She kept returning to the same points: the scholarship, the money she could send home, their financial situation, and her love for her mother. But it was Ariel’s carefully spelt out plans about how she would make the journey and survive in the city that made Sue realise her daughter was more matured than she thought she was, and that had made the difference. Defeated by the sheer notion that they needed money, and she had no means to provide it, she reluctantly agreed to let her daughter go.
“If anything doesn’t turn out right, you come back home immediately, understand?” Sue insisted.
“I’ll call you every single night,” Ariel promised. “I love you more than anything, Mummy. I’ll make this work. Trust me.”
*****
Ariel had also carefully draped a generous portion of her extremely long, thick black hair forward over both shoulders. The silky strands flowed down her front, covering most of her modest B-cup breasts and hiding her pinkish-brown nipples. The remaining heavy mass of hair hung down her back, completely shielding her ass crack while teasingly exposing the smooth outer curves of her firm, rounded ass cheeks. It was the best improvisation that she could think of to cover herself in public.
Sue Lim leaned heavily on her single crutch, eyes red and swollen from another night of worried tears. She reached out and gently touched Ariel’s bare shoulder.
“Ariel… are you sure about this? The 10 a.m. train will still have people. The city—”
“I’ll be alright, Mummy,” Ariel said softly, her large eyes filled with quiet determination even as her voice trembled. “It’s not rush hour. Once I reach the dorm, I’ll call you immediately. I promise. Every night after that too. You don’t have to worry.”
Sue cupped her daughter’s delicate face with one trembling hand. “My brave, sweet girl. If anything feels wrong, anything at all, you come straight home, understand?”
Ariel leaned in and hugged her mother tightly, careful not to let her mother’s cloth brush her skin for too long. “I know, Mummy. I’ll be okay. I love you.”
“I love you more,” Sue whispered, kissing Ariel’s forehead. “Call me the moment you’re safe in your dorm. Now go, before I change my mind and beg you to stay. And please…becareful!”
With one last lingering look, Ariel took hold of her small rolling suitcase with her right hand, kept the modified handbag pressed high with her left, and began the short walk to Willow Creek’s tiny rural station.
*****
Heads turned. Eyes widened. The elderly woman gasped audibly and clutched her husband’s arm. One of the middle-aged men stared openly, his gaze tracing the long expanse of her bare back, the gentle flare of her hips, and the way her silky black hair swayed against the upper curves of her exposed ass. The pink cloth hanging from her handbag covered her front from chest to knee, but it could not hide the fact that she was otherwise completely naked. The businesswoman quickly looked away, her cheeks burning with second-hand embarrassment, while the second middle-aged man tilted his head, trying to catch a better side view of the way her hair shifted over her breasts and the tempting glimpses of smooth, pale skin at the edges of the pink cloth.
The elderly man murmured something to his wife. The businesswoman stole another quick glance, clearly unsettled by the surreal sight. One of the middle-aged men shifted uncomfortably in his seat, unable to look away from Ariel’s slender naked form.
Ariel’s porcelain-fair skin flushed a deep, humiliated pink, unable to avert the attention she was receiving from the corner of her eyes.
Please…stop staring…
Suddenly, she heard heavy footsteps approaching.
A middle-aged train security guard, burly, with a thick mustache and a rumpled uniform, came striding down the platform. His name tag read “R. Harlan.” His face was already twisted in irritation the moment he spotted her.
What the hell is this now? he thought, jaw tightening. Another one of those damn attention whores. Probably some college girl looking for cheap thrills, flashing her tits and pussy on camera for likes. Disgusting. In my station, in broad daylight. These exhibitionist lunatics are getting bolder every year.
He stopped directly in front of Ariel, planting his feet wide and crossing his arms. His loud, stern voice boomed across the quiet platform, drawing even more attention from the small group waiting nearby.
“Excuse me, miss! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he barked. “This is a public train station, not some strip club! You can’t just walk around buck naked like this! Cover yourself up right now or I’m calling the police and having you removed for public indecency! Have you got no shame at all?”
Ariel shrank slightly, her large doe-like eyes widening in fear. Her knuckles turned white around the handbag strap. The pink cloth trembled against her body. Several people nearby turned to watch the confrontation openly.
“I-I’m sorry, sir,” she said softly, voice trembling with embarrassment. “I have a medical condition… Please, I have papers—”
“Medical condition?” Harlan laughed bitterly, his voice still loud enough for everyone to hear. “I’ve heard every excuse in the book, lady. ‘It’s my body, my choice.’ ‘It’s art.’ ‘Medical.’ You people are all the same, just looking for attention. Now either put some damn clothes on or…”
Ariel hurriedly reached into the side pocket of her handbag with her free hand and pulled out the laminated Medical Exemption ID Card along with Dr. Chen’s letter. She held them out to him with a shaky hand, her long black hair shifting and briefly exposing more of the smooth curve of her right ass cheek.
“Please, sir… this explains everything,” she whispered, cheeks burning hotter than ever.
The guard snatched the documents irritably, still scowling. He glanced at the card first, then started reading properly.
He read the full letter next, his eyes narrowing, then widening in confusion. The official stamps, QR code, reference number, and Dr. Chen’s detailed medical explanation slowly sank in. His angry expression gradually shifted to one of awkward bewilderment.
“Well… shit,” he muttered, much more quietly now. He handed the documents back, rubbing the back of his neck. “Didn’t expect this. I’ve never seen one of these before.”
He cleared his throat loudly, clearly embarrassed now that several people were still watching.
“Uh… my apologies, miss. I didn’t realize. You’re… cleared to be here as is. Just… try not to cause too much of a scene, alright? And keep that card handy.”
He gave her one last awkward look, his eyes involuntarily flicking down to the pink cloth and the long black hair covering her back, before turning and walking away, muttering under his breath.
Ariel stood there trembling, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. Even when I have permission… they still look at me like I’m doing something dirty. But at least he didn’t arrest me…
*****
Ariel waited patiently at the edge of the platform until every other passenger had boarded the train. Only then did she step forward, pulling her small rolling suitcase with her right hand while holding the modified canvas handbag high with her left. She climbed aboard last and made her way through the nearly empty train car toward the back. To her great relief, she spotted a row of smooth, hard plastic seats at the far end. She settled down carefully, placing her suitcase standing in front of the empty seat beside her. As she sat down, her ass cheeks were awoken by the sheer coldness of the plastic seat. She then adjusted her entire long flowing silky hair to cascade across both her shoulders and down in front of her body, doing her best to properly spread and fan them open to make sure that the thick hair covered her entire frontal body, shielding her body almost completely. She crossed her legs to conceal her private region and placed the modified hand bag next to her on the empty seat. For the first time since leaving home, she felt somewhat concealed while seated behind the almost empty carriage.
A few minutes after departure, a young male conductor in his late twenties came walking through the carriage checking tickets. He was tall and reasonably handsome, with neatly trimmed hair. The moment his eyes landed on Ariel, his steps faltered. He stared openly, clearly caught off guard by the naked girl sitting so primly with only her own hair for coverage.
He stopped beside her seat, eyebrows raised high.
“Well… this is new,” he said, his tone playful and slightly naughty. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Gotta say, miss, you’ve got quite the bold travel style. You really committing to the ‘natural look’ today?”
Ariel’s cheeks flushed instantly. She kept her gaze down, voice soft and shy. “I… I have a medical condition, sir.” She reached into the side pocket of her handbag and carefully pulled out her Medical Exemption ID Card and Dr. Chen’s letter, offering them to him.
The young conductor took the documents, still smirking at first. But as he read the card and the detailed medical letter, his expression slowly changed from amused to surprised, then slightly awkward.
He whistled softly under his breath. “Damn… this is real. I thought this was some kind of prank or… something else.” He handed the documents back and cleared his throat. “My bad. Sorry about the comment. That was unprofessional. Anyway…tickets please.”
He scanned her ticket quickly and gave her a more respectful nod. “You’re all good. Just… be careful out there, yeah? Chicago’s a lot rougher than this little train.” With one last lingering glance at her long hair, he continued down the carriage.
*****
She turned her head toward the large window and watched the countryside roll by – golden fields, dense patches of forest, small towns flashing past, and the occasional sparkling river. A soft, wondrous smile gradually formed on her lips.
This is my first time on a real train…
She had only ever seen trains from afar during her secret nighttime walks with her mother, distant silver streaks moving across the fields under the moonlight. Now she was actually inside one. The gentle rocking motion, the rhythmic sound of the wheels on the tracks, the changing scenery outside, everything felt new and exciting.
Despite the occasional stares from the few passengers who walked past her seat, a quiet sense of accomplishment bloomed in her chest. Never did she expect that a day like this would ever come, the day that she left Willow Creek to enter the bigger world.
As the train gently rocked through the journey, she occasionally adjusted her long black hair spilling around her like a protective cloak. The anxiety was still there, sitting beneath the surface, but in this moment, watching the world pass by, she allowed herself to feel a spark of happiness and quiet pride. Around noon, she carefully unwrapped the sandwich her mother had packed for lunch.
It’s not so bad when the train isn’t crowded, she thought, trying to comfort herself. The plastic seat is nice. No one is bothering me. I just need to get through the station in Chicago… then the subway… then I can call Mummy and tell her I’m safe.
End of chapter 1.
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What did you think of this chapter? Kindly leave your comments and feedback. Thank you!
…poor thing is gonna be bare-assed in snow boots sprinting off to the buses to try and beat the frost bite 
I felt like I could see Ariel’s entire person in my mind and she looked absolutely beautiful 
erotica can be really straight forward a lot of the time in terms of originality, a lot of authors stick to the basics, so when one comes across a unique idea like yours it’s always very refreshing.
Cause Ariel’s mom was right, people are going to leer and some people are going to see her nakedness as an 
invitation
I appreciate all the thought that obviously went into it: from the rashes and the time frames of exposure to the phrasing on the medical exemption card, it all felt very believable ^.^
Hmm...this has interesting possibilities. 
I just love it how a vulnerable character is forced to interact with strangers who are either disgusted or want to take advantage of her. There's just something stimulating about it. 