After far too long

The air started to cool, as the two naked women hung suspended in the air, rotating gently (almost eerily) and exposing every inch of themselves to their partner in humiliation.

And it wasn't like there was much else to look at on the barren landscape. Amy's long legs and her ass, Ace's tits in the moments where she tried to use her arms to get free rather than cover herself...

"Help!" Ace shouted, more out of rote than any expectation.

How long had it been? Amy still whimpered from the exposure; Ace had manage to stifle her tears, though she still felt desperately embarassed.

The waning day didn't help either, the cooler air even more noticable as it fizzed against their skin, seeming almost to press against them.

Ace tried to get a bit of momentum, dropping her hands down to push against the ground again and blushing when her tits were again exposed. Back, and forth, back and forth...

She swung up, trying to grab at her feet, then at the light-rope. She grabbed her ankles, far too aware that she was pushing her ass out, and struggled with her bindings.

"Come on, come on," she muttered.

It didn't even feel like rope. It was perfectly smooth, reacting when she touched it and yet not feeling as though it changed. It moved unnaturally, each block barely having an effect on the shape of the rest when she pushed and pulled.

And there was no kind of knot to undo.

"Any luck?" Amy said.

"You'd see it if there was," Ace said back. Irritated, she grabbed at the upwards-going thread, yanking on it and achieving nothing.

Damn it.

Then, in a moment of silence, they heard a clatter of rocks. Ace and Amy looked at each other, mutually red and wide-eyed.

"Hey!"

"Someone out there?"

"Over here!"

"We need help!"

Breathlessly they yelled, eager for the chance to get free of the embarassing trap. Still, that didn't make them flush any less when a new figure popped up over a hill, looking down on them.

She was pale, blonde and lithe, standing straight even with her arms trying to maintain her decency.

"Hey!" Ace shouted. "Goldilocks! Be careful, there are traps!"

"My name's Jenny!" the woman called back. "I know, I've seen them. Give me a moment!"

Jenny took a step back, pale cheeks flushing. She faltered more than she normally would.

Then she ran, jumped, and of all things started to somersault naked over the plain, neither hands nor feet in contact with the ground for more than a split second at a time.

And behind her, a dozen different lights sparked. Ace's eyes widened; she was triggering the traps on purpose! Despite that though, whether it was her speed or unorthodox means of movement, they weren't able to grab her.

Surprisingly little time later, and Jenny came to a stop between Ace and Amy, red-faced. She swiftly crouched, ostensibly to have better access to the devices they'd triggered, but more likely to conceal her pussy. She moved one arm over her chest.

Almost her whole face was red after that somersaulting display, looking up at the two of them breathlessly.

"There's only so many types of traps in the world," she said. "I worked out those quickly enough. It's a case of being too smart; they wanted an unbreakable snare, but there's no way to do that without needing it to make a judgement on what to grab. Easy to avoid, just..."

She reddened further, then looked up at the two trapped nude women.

A moment later, and Jenny shuffled to the side, to one of the traps she'd trigger. She turned away from them so that she could use both hands without flashing her chest; it was a moment before she realised she was showing off her ass instead, but by then it was too late.

She worked quickly, fumbling a little with the technology.

"Thought so," she said. "You'd always want the means to cut something down where you caught it. This should do the trick."

She held a shard from one of the traps; there was a glimmer of light along one edge. Still, she faltered.

"Well hurry up!" Amy said.

"R-right," Jenny said.

For a moment, the confidence she'd had when talking strategy and traps faded and she just seemed like an embarassed girl. She shifted closer, swallowed, then made herself stand.

She needed to reach the ropes keeping Amy trapped; that meant getting onto tiptoes and lifting her arms far above her head, pressing far too much of her body against Amy's as she strained up.

If anything, she whimpered more than Amy did. Then, finally, Amy slumped to the ground, hurriedly sitting up and pulling her knees to her chest, for the first time in a position to cover herself.

"Don't forget about me," Ace said.

Jenny was still flushed, but she turned around. Her pussy was far too close to Ace's eyes while she reached up to Ace's bound ankles.

Then Ace fell, quickly taking the time to surreptitiously wipe her eyes.

And the three women were left, equally naked, in the middle of the field. Jenny crouched, adopting the same knees-to-chest position as the rest of them. She swallowed.

"So," Amy said eventually, voice stil a bit high-pitched from the embarassing ordeal. "What's your story?"