Nope

Panting, Yasmin stumbled up a hill, desperately clutching her chest, wrists crossed and one hand covering each of her boobs. A hand seemed to offer the most cover she could get, though it didn't do anything to make her less flustered.

And to think she was actually running_ towards _her friends.

She squealed again as her panties struggling to pull themselves down; she squeezed her legs together as she ran, not wanting to use her hands for anything other than modesty.

Just get to the TARDIS, she told herself. If she could just get there...

She yelped as the vegetation on the hill beside her suddenly started smoking, a crack piercing the air. She didn't need to turn to realise the Sontaran had caught up.

Who knew? Apparently throwing your bra at aliens wasn't a surefire way to escape. She squealed, stopping at a shouted command, and all the more desperately keeping her legs clamped shut as her panties wriggled.

"Halt!" the Sontaran barked. "Turn, face me!"

Cheeks feeling like they were on fire, Yaz obeyed, awkwardly shifting to face the alien and hyperaware of all the air against her skin. Her wrists rubbed against one another as she tried to keep her chest covered.

"A feeble escape attempt," Sken said. He gestured with his weapon-stick. "Remove the Nestene vessel."

"The what?" Yaz said.

"The plastic," the Sontaran said impatiently. "Like the... weapon you sought to use against me before. Remove it."

"You want me to take off my panties?!" Yaz squeaked.

"Your... panties," Sken said distastefully. "They are something the Nestene can use."

She really didn't want to know what would happen if she refused. Yaz shifted, then squeaked, then obeyed, awkwardly moving her legs so that they weren't as tightly pressed together.

She flashed her tits for a humiliating second, lowering her hands to hastily push her panties down; she needn't have bothered. Plastic still controlled by the Nestene, her panties yanked themselves down to her ankles, then under her feet.

Yaz squealed, having exposed herself for nothing, then swiftly adjusted posture to cover her pussy with one hand, and using her other forearm to hide her chest. It felt so much less secure than being able to use both hands.

Her panties, meanwhile, crawled inexplicably across the ground a short distance before Sken fired at them.

Then his attention turned back to her, and Yaz couldn't help but whimper again. Great, naked save for her shoes on an alien planet, and the captive of some potato-looking thing. Thankfully her shoes were actually her shoes, rather than some plastic-based creation taken from the TARDIS.

Not that they made her feel any less naked. If anything they had the opposite effect.

Sken regarded her, making her cheeks heat up all the more.

"You are distressed," he said.

"I'm naked!" Yaz half-shrieked.

"You were not wearing armour, you had no honour before," Sken said.

"What?!" Yaz said. She did her best to not sound hysterical.

No matter how this went, chances are her friends were going to see her ass. And that was if they rescued her right now, before she got paraded naked in front of Sken's fellow Sontarans. Oh god.

She whimpered again. The Doctor had made alien worlds sound exciting, not humiliating.

"You did not wear armour, and yet being bareskin upsets you," Sken said. He sounded almost thoughtful. "You are human, yes?"

"Yes," Yaz squeaked.

"And," Sken paused as if guessing. "Female?"

"Yes!" Yaz squeaked again. She shifted her arms awkwardly.

"It would be unusual for a Nestene agent to undergo unnecessary distress in such a way," Sken said. "Perhaps you have no military benefit in this conflict."

"That's what I told you!" Yaz said.

"But you may still be of use," Sken said. "The day will come we invade your... Earth, for the glory of the Sontaran Empire. Knowing the weaknesses of your race will hasten that defeat. Come! You will help us in our research."

Yaz squeaked, but obeyed as Sken gestured with his weapon. She fidgeted, taking small, awkward steps to Sken's side. He held his weapon horizontally, leading her while keeping her in view. He didn't seem to want her behind him.

She flushed furiously, trying to forget just how much of her body he could see. He, and however many 'Sontarans' he worked with.

Any time now, Doctor...

"Research?" Yaz said nervously.

"You have given one avenue for study," Sken said. "The effect of long-term nudity on the human female. It is an interesting, simple manner with which to cause distress. We will determine what is most effective. Be honoured, human, not many of your kind provide such a service to the Sontaran Empire."

They were going to keep her naked?! Oh god. And it sounded like they wanted to expose her even more.

Yaz was led away. Somehow being seen naked by Ryan, Graham and the Doctor was starting to look like the least humiliating option.