The stone age

Amy's question was immediately answered when half a dozen spears were pointed at her.

"Who are you? How did you get here?"

Holding her hands up, the nude girl looked up and saw a group of men looking down at her, all clad in only small loin cloths, and rudimentary sandals.

"Err...my name is Amy of...clan Pond," the Scot answered, her brain working in over drive. "I was just-"

"Why doesn't it have any fur?" someone interrupted.

"And its hair! It's red!"

"Fellas, I can explain-" Amy began, but her accent only further alarmed them.

"An outsider! It speaks with a strange tongue!"

They began prodding her with their spears, pulling on her ginger hair and tugging Amy to her bare feet.

"Ow! Get off me, you perverts!" Amy protested, unable to free herself from their grasp. Her breasts jiggled as she was pulled this way and that, the hunters fighting over their discovery.

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It was eventually decided that they would take this strange, pale woman back to camp. She was gagged, and her wrists were lashed together at the end of a long rope that was used to drag her.

Amy stumbled over the uneven ground as she struggled to keep pace, more then once receiving a sharp prod to the back to encourage her to walk faster.

After a few hours, Amy was tired, hungry, and thirsty. Her body was covered in cuts and scratches, and she didn't want to think about what state her bare feet were in.

The Scot had never been comfortable with nudity; neither her own, or other people's. So hiking stark naked while surrounded by a load of scantily dressed caveman was far too much bare skin for the young Scott's liking.

By the time they arrived back at the village, Amy was sweating, and her legs were aching. It looked like the whole village had turned out to catch a glimpse of the strange outsider. Hands snatched at her bare body as she was marched through the crowd.

Amy shivered as she was guided out of the sun, and into a cool, dark cave. Her bare feet slapped against the stone floor, as the group eventually arrived at a large cavern.

The moment her restraints were removed, Amy placed one arm across her chest, and the other hand between her legs. One quick glance around the room caused her to blush all over again, and direct her gaze at the ceiling.

She was surrounded by old people, and not one of them worn anything more than a loin cloth.

"Oh, great, you're all naked too," she said.

"How do you come to be in this valley?" an old man asked her. "We have claimed this land, should this be taken as a statement of aggression?"

"Oh, God, no!" Amy cried, dropping her gaze, but making sure to keep it honed on people's faces. The last thing she wanted to do was cause a butterfly effect, and change the course of human history! "I, err...got separated from the rest of my clan, and...err...got lost."

"Your tongue is strange," a woman asked, approaching the shivering girl.

"Well...I'm for Scotland. Do you guys have Scotland yet?"

"Is this a custom greeting in Scot Land?"

The old woman replicated her stance, and half-heartedly placed her arms across her torso.

"Yeah, it means 'I'm naked and would like some clothes.' Do you have some that I can borrow?"