The women wait behind

Going out into the field was bad enough in eras were the women were still naked; going through the same where they’d stick out like a sore thumb was unbearable.

Sara, Amaya and Zari were support. If things got too out of hand and the worst came to the worst, they’d need to put the mission over their modesty.

Otherwise the men went to work, and the three of them sat around, squirming uncomfortably. Even when it was just the girls, too much skin was on display for any of them to not feel embarrassed.

Sara tried to keep back against the wall, sat down, hyperaware of how much of her skin was on display and in contact with the air and walls and floor. It seemed impossible to get into any position that felt decent.

It didn’t matter how long she practised, how much it felt like she might be getting used to it, the moment she was out in public view or in a situation like this it felt like she was exposed for the first time all over again.

A communicator sat on the floor in the middle of the three of them. It crackled suddenly, sparked, and fell silent.

The three women looked at each other, Zari more warily than most.

“Do you think that was…” Zari said.

“They might need help,” Amaya said reluctantly.

“Or they butt-dialed us,” Sara said. “You’ve met our team.”

Not that she believed it even as she said it. It sounded like there had been some last minute change, a panic they needed help with but didn’t get the time to ask.

Then again, they didn’t know where the team was. Even if there was real problem, without a proper message they couldn’t help.

Sara squirmed. Theoretically they could search the city, but that thought just made her shiver.

There was a sound from outside. It was hard to describe the first exactly, like something in reality suddenly flared up, but it was followed by footsteps and muffled voices.

Sara frowned. She sidled over to the window then, flushing, moved to kneel up, peering out and exposing her ass to her team.

It took a moment to focus, her exposure on the forefront of her mind, and-

Ok, that would explain it if the team had panicked. There was a woman, naked as Sara and thus marking her from the future. She was no less embarrassed about her nudity, wriggling around with a hand over her tits and another concealing her pussy, both shifting as she moved.

And she followed a figure Sara had hoped never to see again. Damien Darhk.

Wasn’t he supposed to be dead?

Instincts took over. Whatever had brought Darhk here, it couldn’t be good. She grabbed her staff from where it lay by the door and focused all her attention on her anger, her rage, trying to sweep any sense of embarrassment aside.

Then she was outside and running, preparing to strike. It would be simple to knock him ****, then the mystery woman could-

The woman saw her coming first. She lifted a hand, exposing her boobs for a moment before she switched the hand covering her cunt to cover them, holding it out towards Sara, and Sara suddenly felt the air around her freeze.

“You,” the woman said, face contorting in hate.

Sara struggled. Fury-borne bravado swiftly faded when she realised she was pinned there, arms to her side and legs dangling beneath her, and no way to conceal any of her body.

She squirmed against her magical bindings and failed to make any kind of escape.

“What is it, Nora-doll?” Damien said. He turned slowly, before his eyes caught on Sara.

And now she was exposed to possibly the person she hated most in the world. Sara flushed deeper, straining desperately against ‘Nora’s magical grasp.

Magic. She should have expected it. Damn.

Damien glanced at something behind her. He lifted his own hand, shutting the door of the house she’d come from and, it seemed, effectively trapping Amaya and Zari inside.

His gaze returned to Sara, but it was a red-faced Nora who spoke first.

“You did this,” she said. She was crimson still. Now that she was closer, Sara could tell she seemed almost as self-conscious as her. “You’re the one that changed history, stopped me ever wearing…”

Her voice trailed off and she swallowed, shame and anger mingling.

She had quite an impressive pose regardless, one hand concealing her bare tits, the other stretched out in front of her to hold Sara in place, and bent forwards slightly to hopefully hide her pussy.

“So she’s responsible?” Damien said. He turned back to Sara, his characteristic misleadingly jovial expression on his face. “As if I didn’t have enough reasons to kill you, you go and humiliate my daughter.”

He glanced back at Nora, who was still red, her blush somehow deeper than Sara’s, shaking.

“We would be out of here if not for you,” Nora said. “I’d have had pockets, actually been able to bring everything with me. And I wouldn’t have had to pretend to be some mystic nudist, I could have just been a medium, but no. You decided I had to parade around naked, show off everything to total strangers up and down the timeline. For what? Cheap kicks for you?”

Nora glowered. Sara wasn’t sure she could have spoken even if she’d wanted to; the magical grip was tight, and suddenly being so thoroughly exposed had made it hard to do much beyond whimper.

“Tell me Nora,” Damien said, looking back, “What shall we do with her?”