A breather, and drama in the jury

Martha was deposited back on the bench, and returned to desperately trying to hide both her chest and cunt, with dubious levels of success. Along the benches however, there was still a lot of red-faced rustling, indignant murmurs and humiliated squeals.

The flickering lights that seemed to indicate the Judge’s thoughts went wild for a bit. Then they slowed, and the spotlight scanned the benches again.

A certain blonde Time Lady was fuming, cheeks pink and arms tightly crossed over her modest frame.

“Romana?” a woman a few places down said.

She stood up, then sidled over, ass brushing a handful of the women in the way. The blonde Romana glanced sideways, frowning.

“Do I know you?” Romana said.

The newcomer had features that seemed more at home scowling than smiling, short red hair outlining her face. She glowered at Romana.

“I suppose not,” she said. “Com- Laura. Laura Tobin.”

Romana sighed. “One of the Doctor’s, I suppose?”

“I… yes,” Laura said.

There was an odd look on Laura’s face. Then, biting her lip, she looked away, evidently enjoying Romana’s discomfort, and continued to shuffle past.

“So sorry I can’t help,” Laura said.

“Don’t be ridiculous, what could you do?” Romana said. She sighed. “Great Rassilon, if Gallifrey was in a position to take it right now I’d really need to seek out sanctions against them for this.”

Romana’s cheeks reddened, and she stayed squirming, unable to get entirely comfortably while nude on the rather crowded bench.

Meanwhile some distant, scruffy-looking woman was lifted up. She looked slightly like Jo, if older and more wild-eyed.

“Iris Wildthyme,” the Judge said. “Tell us off a time you were naked.”

“Glad to luvvie,” the slightly tipsy-sounding woman said. “So, I’d just landed my trusty double decker bus on a wonderful world, when suddenly…”

Her voice trailed off, only occasionally coherent. The Judge hung on every word. Elsewhere in the chamber, meanwhile, there was still chaos.

A young woman called Izzy didn’t seem to quite know where to look. Two near-identical looking women with a matching time ring between them huddled awfully close, red-faced, proximity attracting the attention of one River Song, who was rather glad of the visually pleasing distraction.

"So then they threatened the mind probe, and I know what you're thinking, not the mind probe, but it turns out..."

Meanwhile a blonde was nervously sidling away from River, blushing furiously and mumbling to herself.

“Penny for them,” a short, dark-haired woman said, sitting as casually as anyone could. She still seemed less than comfortable, even if she wasn’t covering up.

“Oh, Benny, hi!” the blonde said.

‘Benny’ did a double take.

“No way,” she said eventually. The blonde blushed.

“New for me too,” the Doctor said. “Week old. And found out not long ago that this body’s really prone to embarrassment, and there’s a paradox waiting to happen if I run into her, because she’s not meant to know I have other lives, and… ah!”

River turned, hearing a little of the ruckus, and the Doctor crouched down and leapt forward and narrowly avoided faceplanting into Benny’s chest. She just about stayed to the side, crouching, hiding her face if baring her ass.

“Sounds like you’re having a hell of a day,” Benny said.

The Doctor mumbled something muffled.

Iris meanwhile, was still talking. She didn’t seem to have paused for breath.

“So even though I had bested the Zarbi and the Quarks in that fiendish game of Backgammon, the Voord was still waving my bloomers about, and Panda and I weren’t going to take that, oh no-”

Only one part of the benches was free of squirming and whimpering, a dozen or so women sitting with their hands on their knees, tits visible, legs parted, the sight almost serene if not for their wide eyes and Missy wandering from one to the next, looking any noisy and annoying woman in the eyes and murmuring a few hypnotic words.

She made it a few more steps, then stopped at the sight of an older woman waiting expectantly. She, too, looked remarkably calm despite a slightly wild look in her eyes, and a slight flush to her cheeks.

“Not you,” Missy said tiredly.

“Charmed, I’m sure,” the woman said, her voice sounding remarkably refined for one who seemed so casual with her nudity.

“You don’t seem bothered by all this,” Missy said. “If it’s this new regeneration, you should probably thank me.”

“The Four’s comfortable. He’s mostly in the driving seat,” the Time Lady said. Suddenly her voice and timbre shifted, though she kept speaking smoothly. “Though this was much better when I did- Nine, not your time. Quiet. Good. Now- kill Judge! Destroy machine- Shut up Six!”

Missy watched the strange woman, bemused.

“You’ve stripped companions before?” Missy said conversationally. She absently sat on Rose’s lap, the blonde hypnotised to stay still. “Can’t believe we never had this conversation.”

“You know the Nine,” the woman said. “He decided one day to collect all the Doctor’s companions and keep them in his TARDIS. Clothing optional, and usually too much work.”

“Ooh, remind me to try that some time,” Missy said. “Well, the cute ones anyway.”

The woman glowered at her. Missy sighed.

“You’re no fun in this regeneration,” Missy said. She stood up again, kindly patted Rose on the boob, and kept on walking.

Iris, meanwhile, was halfway through explaining about when she’d been marooned on a planet of sentient poodles before the Judge interrupted.

“Enough!” it said.

“But we haven’t even gotten to the best bit!” Iris said. “So there I was, nothing but me one stocking with a tythonian egg inside, standing starkers as I stared down the vicious vervoid army, and I said, I said, ‘Come on an’-”

“Enough!” the Judge said again. It sounded as **** as a machine could. “Story received. Returning you. Selecting next potential juror…”