Ace and Amy

Ace realised instantly that her clothes had vanished, before she'd even noticed she was somewhere new. The lack of the weight of her bulky leather jacket was immediately obvious.

She quickly tried to cover her tits with her hands, then gasped as she realised how much more was missing. She rapidly lowered one of her hands to try to conceal her pussy.

"What the-" Ace muttered.

And then she realised where she was. She'd been on, of all places, the moon; now she was... Well it certainly wasn't the moon. It might even have been Earth, though she doubted it. Sparse, unhealthy patches of grass dotted a grey uneven landscape, a wide hill over twice the size she was just beside her.

Ace crouched, after giving a quick glance over her shoulder to make sure no one was watching her.

"This isn't funny!" she shouted to the sky. Perhaps not surprisingly, no one answered.

And then there was a scream. Ace frowned, still crouching. She wasn't alone then; not that she particularly wanted to run into anyone. She quickly schooled her expression, trying to ignore the burning in her cheeks.

Why the hell was she naked?!

Still crouched, Ace made her way up the hill, towards where the scream had come from. Midway she stopped suddenly; there was an odd metal ball half-buried in the dirt.

Huh. She had enough experience with alien tech to know that that probably wasn't good. Quickly she cast her eyes around, noting a stick within arm's reach.

She moved the hand from her pussy to grab it, even exposing her tits for a moment to keep her balance as she stayed crouched. Well, she seemed to be alone where she was at least.

"Is someone out there?" a woman's voice, panicked with a scottish twang, reached her ears.

Ace ignored it for a moment. Curiously she reached forward, prodding the metal ball with the stick.

There was a flash of light, and suddenly the stick was wrapped in a white glow, suspended in midair. Ace did a double take.

"Wicked!" she whispered to herself, then caught herself.

Or not. Wherever she'd been dropped off, there were traps.

"I heard that!" the woman's panicked voice said again.

Now Ace paid attention to it. She glanced around again, and then continued slowly moving up the hill, keeping close to the ground. She both watched the dirt for any sign of more traps, and kept as low as she could.

Hopefully no one would see her.

Then, peering over, she saw the scotswoman. Long legs, striking red hair, and just as naked as Ace; everything from her tits to the patch of flame-red hair over her pussy was on display.

And she'd evidently triggered one of the traps. A circle of light wreathed her wrists, not unlike a noose with a trail of light vanishing into the sky. Her arms were held over her body, suspending her rotating gently in the breeze, feet not quite reaching the ground.

Without a tangible rope, she was free to turn a full 360 degrees, every inch of her bared to Ace's view. Her face was almost as red as her hair; suddenly brought to a strange place, stripped naked, and now trapped and exposed.

"Please!" the woman cried again, an edge of a whimper in her tone.

"Who are you then?" Ace shouted from the crest of the hill, lying low enough that she hoped she couldn't be seen.

Damn it, she wasn't some girl that got caught in a trap, and she sure as hell wasn't going to end up exposing herself.

"Amy!" the woman shouted. "Who's that? I need help!"

"I can see you," Ace shouted back. "I'm Ace!"

Amy reddened further at her words, casting her gaze around pleadingly.

"I got caught in something," Amy said. "You've got to be able to get me free, please!"

Well she seemed innocent enough; then again she was in an area apparently filled with traps. Approaching her was hardly risk free.

Though Ace wasn't going to leave an apparent innocent to the mercy of whoever had set these traps, if that person was even still around. Even if it meant-

Ace swallowed, tried not to blush, and awkwardly pulled herself up to a crouch, then stood, trying to cover herself once more with her arms.

"I'm coming down!" Ace shouted.