Kate Stewart

Tegan would have shrieked if she could when she saw a blonde standing outside the tunnel exit. Instead she could only stared, wide-eyed, as Vastra pushed her nude body along for all the world to see.

The blonde outside was in a similar state, though she wore it a little better. When she'd been alone she hadn't been covering herself; now she saw someone moving into view, she initially reacted by moving her arms halfway to cover her tits.

Then Vastra moved into view, and the woman stiffened.

Outside the tunnel was a grey, rocky landscape. The woman ran over it effortlessly with bare feet, approaching the two; Tegan didn't know whether to whimper or sigh in relief.

Vastra quickly reacted though. She shot her tongue out and, by some miracle of training, the woman dodged; she got close enough that Vastra had to drop Tegan, the Australian slumping onto the floor and flushing as she had **** but to show her ass off to the world.

Above her, the blonde grabbed one of Vastra's wrists; Vastra hissed, then gave a sudden, uncharacteristic almost-yelp when the woman grabbed her other wrist, pulling both behind her back.

"I know a Silurian when I see one," the woman said. "I keep being told there are good ones, but I never seem to run into those. Now hold-"

She'd been carrying a few supplies she'd found since being transported here. WIth no pockets, she had to make use of what there was; chief among them was a fibre likely from a plant, but it was sturdy and flexible enough to serve as an improvised rope.

She tightened it, leaving Vastra's hands bound behind her back. Then she walked around in front of the Silurian, to see haughtiness replaced with a much more intense self-consciousness.

"Kate Stewart," the blonde said. "My father dealt with a few of your kind before. And I doubt you're responsible for bringing me here, but if you're going to kill-"

"She's not dead," Vastra interrupted. She squirmed, uncharacteristically nervous.

Kate paused.

"C-Can you cover my-" Vastra said. She struggled, crouching in a vague effort to hide her cunt.

Apparently Silurians had more of a nudity taboo than humans. Somehow that had never come up in Kate's work with UNIT.

"I'll listen to her," Kate said. "What did you do to her?"

"Temporary paralysis," Vastra said. "She was making too much noise. Now-"

Vastra struggled.

"Stay still," Kate said. "Or I'll bind your legs too. And I don't want to see a hint of that tongue."

Chastened, Vastra sat. She couldn't blush, but a hiss that might have been her equivalent of a squeal escaped her lips. Apparently being unable to hide her cunt had made her rather more overwhelmed with embarassment.

It was almost ironic, given how well she'd handled it before.

Kate breathed a sigh of relief, and took the opportunity to use an arm to cover her chest, as much out of instinct as anything. She wasn't using them for anything else.

She knelt by Tegan, rolling her over; Tegan managed to at least whimper now that her front was again exposed. She didn't know whether that was better or worse than her ass.

Kate exhaled, glad.

"You are alive then," Kate said. "Can you talk?"

Tegan squeaked, trying to at least ask for some modesty.

"Not yet then," Kate said. "What we do with her's up to you; if you think she's an ally, or if we should keep her restrained."

It was Vastra that gave an unexpected, **** whine then.