Ace goes to Church

The once-confident, now mortified Jenny was returned to the bench as the light sought out someone else. A woman with dark blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail was lifted up; her arms went from vainly trying to cross over her generous tits and hide the gap between her legs, to being held to her sides like everyone else.

The flush in her cheeks darkened.

“Dorothy McShane,” the Judge began.

“It’s Ace, you pervert machine… thing!” she yelped.

“Preferred name accepted,” the Judge said. “Ace. Tell us of a time you were naked.”

A choked yelp escaped Ace’s lips as she tried to avoid revealing her own humiliation to the nude courtroom.

“I just wanted somewhere to hide. The Professor and I had split up, but we’d both heard from the locals that strange… things came out at night, and it was almost dusk. Knowing him, he was off to go find out what the problem was and stop it. I’d have loved to help, had several canisters of nitro-nine ready to go, but I lost track of him.

I figured I’d find him again, until it got darker. There was a… sound that started up then, like rustling and snuffling and hissing all mixed into one. Frightened the bejesus out of me, and I don’t scare easy. I decided to wait out the night; when it was light I’d hunt down the Professor.

So I ran into the town. There were only a few buildings; most were empty, a couple were locked tight. They didn’t answer when I knocked on any of the doors.

As a last resort, I headed to the one that was obviously a church. I never had the… best relationship with organised religion, but this was some human colony in the far future, maybe they were better, and whatever the case they had to be easier to deal with than whatever the hell was making that sound.

I banged on the wooden door like crazy. Rather than open up like a normal person, a priest-looking guy stuck his head out through a window.

“Sermon’s over!” he said.

“Lemme in!” I shouted. “Can’t you hear that?”

“What? Oh, uh, right,” he said.

He pulled back. I heard a scuffle from inside, muffled voices where he presumably spoke to another priest, then he stuck his head out again.

“Kit off then,” he said.

I stared at him, with no idea what he was on about. He rolled his eyes.

“No clothes in church, remember?” he said. “Papal Mainframe’s edict.”

“What?!”

“Don’t be silly, everyone knows that,” he said. “Hurry up then, unless you want to stay out there.”

“What kind of…” I muttered, then looked back over my shoulder. There was definitely something… moving out in the shadows.

I didn’t want to strip off to get into the building, but I wanted to stay out there even less. Better to live and curse whatever weird form the church had taken in the future then face whatever the hell was happening back there.

I only stood around for a few seconds, before pulling off my leather jacket and putting it down near the church door. If they wouldn’t let me take clothes inside, I still wanted them in easy reach for after. Then I kicked off my shoes, so I could pull down my stockings.

When I looked up, the priest was still watching. I threw them at him.

“Alright! You don’t have to stare,” I snapped.

He seemed bewildered, but pulled back anyway. I took a deep breath and pulled off my top, shaking my hair out. I had a couple of layers on top; when I was in just my bra I crossed my arms, starting to feel the cool of the night. It just took a look back into the rustling dark for me to hastily fumble and pull my bra off.

It’s not like I’m ashamed of my tits or anything, I just normally don’t fancy showing them off to any stranger that happens by. I crossed one arm over them, though they were still visible above and below, while I awkwardly pushed my skirt down with the other. My panties were the last to go.

I bent over, piling it all in one spot, with my leather jacket on top in case it rained, and my backpack weighing it all down. I was naked on an alien world. Not something I’d ever planned, and something I was gonna have to have serious words with the Professor about.

When I straightened, the priest was again at the window, staring at my ass. I whirled around, flushing and glowering.

“Happy?” I said.

“You may enter, child,” he said.

He moved back to unlock the door. I wasn’t exactly grateful that this was what it took to get shelter. Still, I didn’t want to stay outside any longer. One arm crossed over my chest, the other over my crotch, I hurried inside, panting, as soon as the door opened.

There were two priests inside, gawky looking guys, obvious not threatening but still no one I wanted to be seen like this by. Obviously I kept my back to the wall. It didn’t help; I could feel how much of my body was visible around my hands, curves and hints and all that jazz. The fact they couldn’t see my nipples wasn’t exactly a comfort when they could still see every inch of my boobs around them.

“So where can I shelter?” I said.

“The church is shelter to all who seek her-” one of the priests, the one who hadn’t stuck his head out the window, said.

“I get it, I mean alone dumbass,” I snapped. I was shaking slightly.

He seemed slightly taken aback. I refused to stop glaring, holding my arms tightly over myself.

Eventually I got taken to some small room. I walked sideways, back still to the wall, before going inside and sitting down, sighing in relief as the door closed behind me.

Alright, I was naked on an alien world, but at least I just had to wait out the night before getting dressed again and leaving this ridiculous church behind. Whatever lived in the night of this world didn’t seem to want to come inside.

I sat with my arms crossed over my tits, even while I was alone. It just felt weird to not have something support them. Then, though, I actually started looking at the room I was in.

The priest guys had been dressed, I’d noticed. Their sleeveless black robes were obviously some kind of church outfit but they were definitely clothes. One of them was hanging on the door; I reached for it, with no particular interest in following whatever tradition had led to ‘no clothes in church.’ It wasn’t the best outfit, but it was so much better than going naked.

I just chilled for about an hour. Then things got worse.

One of the priests came by to check on me, and immediately crossed himself at the sight.

“You- You’re…” he stammered.

“Yeah, what?” I said.

“There are no clothes in church,” he said.

“You’re dressed,” I said.

“We’re ordained!” he said. “For someone else to stand on holy ground encumbered by…”

The second priest approached. He crossed himself too.

“Look, I’ll give it back in the morning,” I said. “I’m just not hanging around here with nothing on.”

The priests looked at each other like I was being unreasonable. They muttered something about ‘traditional punishment.’ One of the priests hurried off.

Ok, that made me wary. Churches and traditional punishment didn’t always go well together; it’d figure if the one building I could hide inside was the one run by a couple of weirdoes. I slammed the door shut, but it opened by some electronic hinge.

When the priest came back, he was holding a small metal cylinder, and a second later he flicked something and light coiled out of it. It looked like a whip. I can tell you, that didn’t exactly fill me with confidence, especially with all the talk of ‘tradition.’

“Now wait a minute,” I began.

He lashed, and I winced, bracing myself for the worst. Instead I felt no more than a faint tingle as the beam passed through my leg; the tube of fabric wrapped around my leg below the knee fell off. I couldn’t help a gasp.

Of course these people had some kind of whip that only ruined clothes. There was no way out in the small room I’d been hiding in either; instead, I barged forwards, just trying to get past them. The whip passed through my chest, then my shoulder, making it start to fall down over my tits. I held it up in one hand, then tripped as the lower half fell down around my ankles. I felt the whip pass through my bum, and that sent a few not-exactly-painful tingles through me, before I staggered back up to my feet.

By then I barely had anything left to wear. The scraps I’d been clinging to my chest were gone, and my legs were bare.

“Alright, alright, you made your point!” I snapped.

He lashed it again. I still felt nothing except a vague tingle, even when he struck skin that was already bare. At that point I just wanted it to be over.

I hid in the room again once they’d gone away, as naked as before. Apparently getting dressed wasn’t on the cards.

Morning came eventually. I didn’t get much sleep, curled up nude on the stone floor, but as soon as it was quiet outside I crawled out of the church, keeping low. My clothes were just where I’d left them.

I pulled my top on first. Slits opened up in it, neat lines sprouting as soon as it was against me until it fell down in shreds. I shrieked at that; I’d been looking forward to finally getting dressed again for so long, and-

I reached for my skirt. The same happened if I tried to cover my legs, whether with skirt of stockings or panties, or even in desperation wrapping my jacket around my waist. Everything was cut with those neat, straight lines.

“What are you doing?”

I yelped when I realised one of the priests was standing behind me, while I was struggling on all-fours. I sat up, rather than showing him my ass I held my arms in front of my front again, flushing.

“What did you do?!” I yelped. “This has got to be your fault.”

“Of course,” he said. “Pellis-active whip, it’ll cut through anything you choose to wear for 24 hours after it’s use. You wore clothes in church, you knew the consequences. The Papal Mainframe is very clear.”

“What the hell?!” I yelped.

“Yep,” the second priest came up. “Says right here, one, oh, wait, hold on.”

“What is it now?” the other priest said.

“I think I picked up the wrong one,” he said. “Cuts through any clothing placed over the line it strikes, duration, oh, right, picked up the one year rather than one day. Easy mistake.”

“You what?!” I screamed at that. And punched him. Twice.

The Professor came to town not long after; apparently he’d sorted out the planet’s troubles, something about an old terraforming system, but I really didn’t pay much attention to that. There wasn’t any good way for me to approach him.

I had to spend the next year stark naked because of some stupid church on some stupid planet, and there was nothing even he could do. If anything, he took advantage of how anything I tried to wear got cut open. Didn’t help me exposing myself.”

Ace squirmed, flushed, as she finished her story. It wasn’t all that comforting to know that most of the other women there had apparently had similar experiences.

“Alright, you got your story!” Ace shouted, “Let me go!”

“Jury selection is incomplete,” the Judge said. “Did this occur more than a year ago?”

“Yes, I can get dressed now, if you would just let me-”

“Non-nude participants would not qualify as a jury of the defendant’s peers,” the Judge said. “Did you complete the full year?”

Ace’s cheeks reddened.

“Answer,” the Judge said. “Truth scan-”

“Don’t use that thing again!” Ace yelped. “Yeah. Kinda.”

“Omission detected,” the Judge said.

“It was tricky, ok?” Ace said. “It was sensitive to time travel. Detected it as me trying to cheat the system. I spent a little over a year waiting for the fucking thing to wear off, before we found out it had to be a year in one time with no interruptions. Then I could finally get dressed again. I was naked for what felt like for-fucking-ever. Happy?!”