The strange Scottish girl

"Clothes?" the old woman said, perplexed by the strange word.

"Maybe you don't call them that, but the stuff you wear to cover up." But as she said it, Amy got a horrible feeling in her stomach. "You...you do cover up, don't you?"

"Why would we need to cover ourselves?" some laughed.

"Oh, fantastic!" Amy cried. "Of course, I'd get sent to a time before clothing was invented!"

"These things you are saying make no sense."

"Everything about her is wrong!"

Amy squirmed as they pulled on her ginger hair, stroked her limbs, poked her stomach, patted her mound, and fondled her buttocks and breasts.

"Her hair is fire!"

"That would explain why she needs no fur."

"Don't you see? She has been sent to us as a sign! Our future generations will spring from her loins and survive the harsh winters!"

"Wait, a minute-" Amy protested, before fingers began pulling at her lips.

"Then it is decided!" the old woman declared. "She will not return to Scot Land. She will remain here and bear our progeny."

Amy's legs were feeling weak. She had been dumped thosuands of years away from the Doctor, with not a single belonging on her person, and was no going to be fucked by a load of cavemen!

Everyone was startled when a loud beeping echoed around the cave.

It was her wristband; the portal had re-appeared!

Taking advantage of the cavemen backing away, Amy made a break for it.

She ran back down the dark tunnel, burst back outside, and streaked back into the trees. She heard shouts behind her, but Amy didn't stop. She stumbled over fallen branches, and crashed through undergrowth. Amy's vision was blurred by tears; a mixture of terror and relief. She knew that once her adrenaline had subsided, she'd be hit by all the nettle stings and branches that were slashing her torso, but the nude girl needed to get away from the clan as fast as possible.

With the wristband guiding her, Amy stumbled into a clearing to see a floating, glowing circle. Without breaking stride, she covered the final few metres and fell through it.

The gust of freezing air was a welcome respite for the sweaty girl...but she has no time to recover, as the moment her bare feet touched down again, she was defeaned by accident car horn.

The vehicle slammed on the brakes and came to a stop just before the nude Scot. It was all too much for the ginger girl, who fainted. She slumped onto the bonnet, and slid onto the floor, ****.