Trial of a Clara

Clara yelped as the bulky rhino-looking thing grabbed her arm and tugged her forward.

“Hey, what’s the big idea?” she yelped.

It kept dragging her along, her bare feet scraping against the sandy ground as she struggled futilely to pull back. Of all the things that could happen…

The Doctor had taken her to some place he called the Worldsphere, and he’d gone on his usual spiel about how magnificent a civilisation they were, how stunningly advanced (‘They’d had a non-aggression treaty with the Time Lords’ was the phrase he’d dropped. She was fairly sure that sounded impressive), how much there was to see…

Apparently he’d been there before. She’d assumed it was safe. Then again, apparently this was the era where a multitude of species, like the Judoon currently dragging her down the street, were visiting.

Oh. And she was naked. Couldn’t forget that. She redoubled her efforts to try and pull her slender arm free from the bulky alien’s grip as she continued to be taken down the street, her cheeks blazing red as they neared a huge marble building.

It had been an accident, really! Honestly, this sort of thing seemed to happen to her a lot ever since she’d started travelling with the Doctor.

A few minutes later and she was dragged over the threshold and into the building, and guided to a podium upon which some intricate looking robot stood. Those, Clara was sure, were the actual locals to the world.

“Perpetrator, indecent exposure,” the Judoon grunted. “Trial requested.”

“Courtroom 7-Zeta,” the robot beeped back.

“Hey!” Clara yelped. “If you’d just let me speak-”

“Speak at your trial,” the robot said. “Next!”

Trial? So that was it, once brief accident left her naked, again, and now the rhino-police were dragging her to court for indecent exposure. Yeah, that… honestly wasn’t that much weirder than what happened to her on a daily basis.

The Doctor had said they were an advanced culture though. The trial should at least be fair, and failing that the punishment should hopefully be better than the **** penalty or yet another world that used spanking.

The Judoon dragged her into a large, open room, only letting go of her once she was atop a small pedestal. Gratefully she snatched her arm back, crossing it over her tits and feeling them finally stop moving. They’d been free the whole journey there no matter how she’d pushed and pulled. She held her other hand over her cunt awkwardly, still bright red.

“So, how long is this going to take?” Clara said, voice high.

The Judoon grunted something. It moved away; Clara took a step after it, only to bump into a **** wall.

Right, advanced aliens. So there wasn’t going to be any way off her pedestal she’d gone through this whole rigamarole about being tried for indecent exposure. While still naked. She could pinpoint a few flaws in this supposed advanced society’s legal system.

The Judoon crossed to the front of the courtroom. While Clara stood in the centre, width-wise at least, there was an even higher dais a short distance in front of her. Then, on the walls, were raised rows of seats that seemed to currently be empty.

“Judge,” The Judoon said.

The dais flickered to life, a handful of multicoloured lights sparking in response to the rhino’s voice. The voice that came from it was undeniably artificial, but it spoke with a smoothness that made it sound almost natural.

“I heard,” it said. “Trial for indecent exposure begins. Scanning suspect.”

The pedestal under Clara flashed, and for a moment an odd warmth went up her body.

“Hey!” she yelped. “What are you doing?!”

There was nothing like being naked on an alien world to make her panicky.

“Scan complete,” the ‘Judge’ said. “Clara Oswald. Humanoid female, time traveller, nude, now summoning jury of her peers.”

“Sorry, what?” Clara said.

The raised rows either side of the room suddenly flashed a blinding white. Clara screwed her eyes shut, looking down; when she could look up again, suddenly the courtroom was filled.

A jury of her peers. Well, advanced alien race, no surprised they had a system like that. And… well the Doctor had mentioned they’d picked up time travel after the Time War, which as powerful as they were seemed to mean, well, this. Finding her ‘peers’ from all across spacetime.

Her peers, apparently being, ‘humanoid female, time traveller, nude.’

She recognized a few faces. Being splintered across the Doctor’s timestream did that. Clara flushed; the last thing she wanted just then was for more people to appear in the room.

But more people there were. All seemed rather surprised to have ended up in the alien courtroom, and exceedingly few seemed especially happy about the fact that each and every one of them was completely naked.

“Will this be over soon?” Clara whimpered.

“Silence!” The Judoon grunted.

“Trial will only begin when jury selection is complete,” the Judge said. “Interviews commencing with each.”

Wait. Interviews with… each? Clara looked up and down the rows either side of her, the bench stretching off into the distance, naked skin visible all the way. And once a jury had been selected, that was only when the trial began?

Clara bit her lip. Ok. It sounded like this could be a while.

“Can I have a chair?” she said.

A stool rose out from the floor beneath her. Clara breathed a sigh of relief.

“And some clothes?” she said.

“Suspect only permitted one request,” the Judge said.

“What?” Clara squeaked. She could have gotten dressed?! “I didn’t know that! Take the chair back! Clothes please!”

The Judge ignored her. Instead it looked around the room, lights flickering, deciding where to begin.

Up on the jury bench, there were a lot of yelps, screams, shrieks, whimpers, and squeals. Women from all over time and space, almost all of which well-acquainted with a certain individual called the Doctor, suddenly finding themselves together and exposed. They jostled, bumped into another naked body, and yelped again as they tried to stumble away and instead bumped into someone else. Skin against bare skin, too frantic to remember to cover up with their arms for long seconds.

And then, quite suddenly, a spotlight shot down from the ceiling to highlight one of them. Jury selection had begun.