No way!

Screw that, she didn't care what bizarre local customs this place had, she was not going to take her clothes off. Martha shut the TARDIS behind her and immediately started sprinting after the Doctor.

She got such shocked expressions that it almost felt like she was naked.

"John!" she shouted. Still no response; he definitely seemed dazed from the transition. Switching species could hardly be free of trauma.

No matter, she could reach him, guide him back to the TARDIS, and get the hell out of this weird place. Martha hurried-

And was immediately grabbed by a stranger. If anything, judging by his uniform, he seemed like a policeman.

"Get off!" she said, struggling.

the Doctor was right there-

"It's ok Miss," the police officer said placatingly. "It's ok, I just need to help you with..."

He was pulling on her jacket; Martha's eyes went wide. Oh no, no, no, this was not happening.

She tried to push herself away as he pulled her jacket off, but he grabbed her top before she could run. It didn't feel like **** though; if anything he seemed to be taking care to be gentle.

"Hey,my friend, he's right-" Martha said, wriggling.

A woman came nearer. Unlike the officer, she didn't have any clothes or uniform with which she could be identified, but her manner and approach indicated that she was somehow connected with law enforcement. She looked at Martha sympathetically.

"Poor dear," she said. "Don't worry, we'll have you nice and naked soon, won't things be much better then?"

"No! No they won't!" Martha said. Her eyes widened. Oh god, the TARDIS hadn't been kidding about this place.

She managed to pull herself forward, squealing as to do so she felt her top rip off into the policeman's hand.

Instead of running though, she landed right in the woman's grasp; she didn't hesitated before yanking Martha's jeans down. Martha couldn't help but shriek.

What was wrong with these people?!

"Look, I don't want to be- ah!" Martha said, her hands grabbing the woman's wrists when she tried to undo her bra. "No. No way."

And then the straps loosened, cut by the man behind her. Martha yelped, her hands moving from the woman's to trying to hold up the cups.

This was not happening, this was not happening.

The moment the woman's hands were free, she used them to grab Martha's panties. Unable to stop her without letting go of her bra, Martha could only stand there as her underwear was pushed down and her dark ass and shaved cunt were exposed to the street.

She whimpered and look pleadingly ahead. The woman met her gaze without any regret.

"Why would you ever want to cover up such a beautiful body?" she said. "There, don't you feel so much better? Here, let me take that silly thing-"

She reached for Martha's bra; Martha clung onto the ruined garment protectively. It was the last bit of modesty she had, she wasn't going to release it.

At her feet, the policeman absently cut through the sides of her panties and jeans. They fell loosely to the street, leaving Martha in just her shoes. She squeaked.

It was almost more humiliating because of how nice they were being.

"What is wrong with you people?!" Martha said. She tried to sidestep, only for the woman to catch a trailing strand of her bra behind her and grip it tightly.

And with that, the last of her clothes was wrenched out of her grip. Content in a job well done, the two officers stopped pursuing.

And Martha whimpered as she bared the whole of her naked body to this new world. And as if it couldn't get worse, she'd lost the Doctor. There was no hiding back in the TARDIS without him.