The forcefield

"What is going on?" Gina shouted, her voice shrill with panic. She tried to scramble away from Jason, moving toward a dense thicket of trees that looked like they might offer some cover. "I need to find something to wear!"

But she didn't make it more than three feet. She let out a startled yelp as she ran face-first into nothing. Her hands slapped against an invisible barrier, solid as glass.

"What the hell?" Vivi demanded, storming over to her. "Stop being dramatic, you little brat." Vivi reached out to shove Gina aside, but her own hand hit the air with a dull thud. She recoiled, rubbing her knuckles, her grey eyes wide with disbelief. She tried to step sideways, around the invisible wall, but found her path blocked in every direction that led away from Jason. It was as if they were trapped in a small, circular arena with him at the center.

"It's a forcefield," Vivi whispered, turning slowly in a circle. "I can't leave."

Harley, her face flushed a dark shade of crimson, tried to **** her way through. "This is illegal!" she bellowed, ramming her heavy shoulder into the unseen barrier. It rattled slightly, like a struck pane of glass, but held firm. "I will have the police on whoever is responsible for this ****! Jason, call the police! Now!"

"I... I don't have a phone," Jason stammered, patting down his steel breastplate.

Harley huffed and crossed her arms over her massive chest, trying to hide herself from her subordinate's gaze. But as her arms moved to cover her heavy, hanging breasts, a strange sensation seized her muscles. It wasn't pain, but an overwhelming, involuntary compulsion. Her arms jerked away from her body as if pulled by invisible strings, snapping down to her sides against her will. She gasped, trying to **** them back up, but her shoulders locked in place. She was **** to stand there, exposed, her heavy curves on full display.

"My arms!" Harley cried out, tears of frustration welling in her eyes. "I can't... I can't cover myself!"

One by one, the other women discovered the same horror. Gina let out a whimper as her hands, which had been cupping her small, firm breasts, were pulled sharply away to her sides. Mia shrieked as her arms were **** behind her back, thrusting her surgically enhanced chest outward. Even Vivi, who prided herself on her composure, let out a choked gasp as her hands were pinned to her thighs, leaving her slender, nude body completely ****.

The realization washed over them. They were trapped, not just in a location, but in a state of **** exposure. Their bodies were no longer their own to hide. Jason stood there, his mouth agape, looking at the line of women—his boss, his ex, his girlfriend, her sister, and a pop star—all stripped bare and helpless.

"Jason!" Mia snapped, breaking the silence. She twisted to look at him, her cheeks burning with a mix of shame and anger. "Stop staring! Do something!"

Jason blinked, his eyes lingering on her enhanced chest before snapping up to meet her gaze. "I... I'm trying to figure it out, Mia."

"Well figure it out faster!" she hissed, stomping a foot. "I can't believe this. I have a shoot on Tuesday! I can't be walking around... like this." She gestured futilely at her own nude body. "And why are you dressed like a retard? Is this some kind of LARPing fantasy you dragged us into?"

"I didn't do this!" Jason insisted, though he looked down at his armor with a strange sense of comfort. "I don't know how we got here."

"You better not have," Mia warned, her eyes narrowing. "If I find out you paid for some weird **** experience to get back at me for forgetting your birthday, I am going to ruin you."

Jason felt a familiar knot of anxiety tighten in his chest, but for once, it was different. He looked at Mia—really looked at her. She was naked, collared, and yelling at him, but she couldn't leave. She couldn't cover herself. And she was asking him for help.

"We have to move," Jason said, his voice trembling but gaining a strange edge of authority. He was the only one wearing clothes. He was the only one with a weapon. And for the first time in his life, they were all looking at him not with pity or disdain, but with **** need.

"We can't just stand here," he continued, testing the weight of the sword at his hip. He pointed toward a winding path that led down from the hill, toward a valley dominated by a towering castle made of black stone in the distance. "We need to find civilization. Or answers."

"You expect us to walk?" Vivi spat, though her voice lacked its usual conviction as she stood there, **** to display her naked form. "Like this? In the dirt?"

"The wall seems to be following me," Jason said, taking an experimental step toward the path.

As he moved, the invisible perimeter shifted. The women stumbled forward, dragged along by the boundary of the trap. If they didn't follow, they risked being shoved against the moving wall.

"I'm not walking anywhere with you," Harley growled, planting her feet. "I'd rather die right here."

But as Jason kept walking, the invisible wall pushed against Harley's back. It wasn't gentle; it was a relentless **** that shoved her forward. She tripped, her heavy thighs jiggling as she stumbled, and had to run a few steps to keep from falling flat on her face.

"Okay! Okay!" Harley screamed, humiliation burning through her. "I'm going! Stop pushing me!"

Mia huffed but fell into line behind him, walking with an awkward, stiff gait that did nothing to diminish the allure of her curves. "This is so degrading," she muttered loud enough for him to hear. "My feet are going to be ruined. You are carrying me the moment we find a road, Jason."

"I'll carry you if I have to, Mia," Jason said, surprising himself with the steady tone of his voice.

"You better," she grumbled, though she scooted a little closer to him, as if his armored bulk might provide some cover from the alien wind.

"I... I'll follow," Jinxie whispered, stepping quickly to Jason's side. She looked up at him with those wide, kohl-rimmed eyes, seeking protection. "Please, don't let them hurt me."

Jason nodded, feeling a strange surge of protectiveness—and power. "Stay close to me."

The motley group began their descent. Jason walked at the front, his crimson cloak billowing in the alien wind. Mia walked just behind him, grumbling complaints under her breath but sticking to his side like glue. Behind her came Gina, then Vivi and Harley, the two most dominant women in Jason's life, now reduced to following him naked, their arms pinned to their sides, **** to endure the indignity of being seen in a way they never allowed anyone to see them before. The path was rough, but the walls of their prison were absolute. They had nowhere to go but where Jason led.