Complete disrobing, with help

Amy squirmed, the feel of coarse stone against her skin impossible to ignore. She squirmed, struggling in vain against the Angel’s grip, biting her lip as she just about managed to shimmy low enough that her pussy brushed one of its hands.

It didn’t help her get free; rather it just reminded her that her cunt was exposed.

And the natives of this world were still staring; she wished she could shout at them to look away, but she knew full well what the consequences of that would be.

“Doctor!” Amy said, “Stop staring and do something!”

It wasn’t that she wasn’t proud of her body, she definitely was, she just much preferred for people to see it on her terms, not to have her tits bared to an ever-increasing parade of strangers.

“Alright!” the Doctor said.

He began to circle her. He had a look in his eyes that Amy had sometimes seen, quietly calculating; usually that look meant bad things for whoever was on his bad side. Usually. It had been known to go wrong.

She still wriggled, cheeks heating as he moved around her. While most of her ass was hidden by the Angel, there was still enough of a side view to make her flush. Not that the Doctor’s appraisal of her was sexual, he never seemed to be particularly into that, but it was still piercing enough to make her embarrassed.

“Left arm at the top, right at the bottom,” he murmured. “No way to just slide out. Angle wrong for… ok!” He spoke more loudly. “Basic mechanics. We need to free your legs first, once they’re out over its arm you should have the freedom to get your top half out.”

“Tiny problem with that,” Amy said.

She struggled again for emphasis, embarrassed by how shaking her tits drew more attention. Still, her point was made; she couldn’t get enough leverage to lift her legs high enough to free them.

“Easily fixed,” the Doctor said. He turned back to the crowd. “Hey! You look like a well-prepared bunch of people. Anyone got scissors, or a knife? Anything sharp. Figure some of you must be equipped to cut a canvas, or put together a collage, anything.”

Amy’s eyes widened. Wait, he wasn’t going to…

One of the planet’s natives approached, holding what was unmistakably a pair of scissors. The Doctor grinned, took them, then bound over to Amy.

“Doctor!” she said, squirming.

“Hold still,” he said, leaning in.

She still squirmed.

“Doctor!” Amy said again. “Please tell me you’re not going to cut my skirt off!”

“What would you suggest?” the Doctor said. “With it there, not only does the Angel have a grip on you, but you can barely move your legs. With it gone you’ll have enough freedom to lift a leg up over his arm, hopefully both.”

Amy faltered.

“Just promise we’re going back to the TARDIS the second after I’m out of here,” she hissed.

“I promise,” he said. “One lone Angel’s not too hard to deal with. Maybe give it a mirror, make it its own little exhibit. And-”

“Not the time for babbling!” Amy hissed again, uncomfortably aware that she was still exposed.

The Doctor mumbled something, before getting to work.

Amy blushed. She couldn’t look away from the gathered crowd in front of her, along with Rory. All of them, now, not only had been given front row seats to her boobs, and the shock of red hair over her pussy, but now they were seeing her bite her lip, seeing her humiliation as the Doctor crouched in front of her.

He stayed to the side, too; he needed to in order to reach past the Angel’s arm. It just meant she still had no covering, no modesty, even while the Doctor’s eyes were far too close to her cunt.

Snip, snip. She shivered as she felt her short skirt slowly loosen, and then felt it be tugged away completely. Then she felt the Doctor’s hands again, fingers against her hips before they pulled on a scrap of fabric-

Seconds later and her constricting panties were thrown away too. She flushed when they were so casually displayed to the crowd, and thrown on the ground, then flushed again when she realised how much more exposed she felt.

“Ok,” the Doctor said. “Amy, try now.”

Whimpering, Amy squirmed. The Doctor was right; it was a lot easier to move without her skirt and the Angel’s grip on it. Just…. Fuck, she wished there’d been another way.

It felt like it took forever as she squirmed, the unblinking eyes on her making her feel more like she was gyrating against the Angel than trying to get free. Still, at last!

She pulled one leg up, the one nearest the Angel’s lower arm, and hooked it over. One step out, and thanks to her altered angle she now offered a much clearer view of her pussy.

Shaking from embarrassment, it was a lot harder to get her other leg up and free; the angle was too awkward to rest much weight on her other leg.

She struggled as best she could, but it felt like she was doing worse and worse, her embarrassment only adding up as the natives watched her display.

“I- I can’t-” Amy at last whimpered.

She stood there, awkwardly posed, straddling one of the Angel’s arms while the other still kept her shirt lifted up. She bit her lip.

And still no one was looking away, no one was blinking. At the Doctor’s request no doubt; the more people watching the Angel the better, even if that meant they got an eyeful of her.

They’d started to fill the square too, surrounding the statue.

“I was afraid of that,” the Doctor murmured. He paused. “Right, you there! Come help.”

“Wh-what?” Amy said.

Her eyes widened again as one of the world’s natives obeyed the Doctor, coming closer.

“Help push her leg up,” he said. “Get it free. She has to worry about leverage; you don’t.”

“Hey, wait a second!” Amy said. She squirmed again. “I didn’t sign up for getting felt up by an alien.”

“It’s the only way to get your leg free,” the Doctor said.

“Get Rory to,” Amy said after a moment. If she could blush any more, she would have. “Not…”

“The inhabitants of this world secret a kind of relaxant in their sweat,” the Doctor said. “It’s subtle, but it should help your leg move. It’s your best chance, Amy.”

Seriously?!

Amy slumped back, still not daring to close her eyes. She bit her lip as she felt the alien grasp her thigh, then felt it pull, sometimes helping lift her shin too.

She did what she could to hurry it up. At the very least the Doctor was right; movement did feel easier like this. Just at the cost of having a total stranger’s hands going high up her leg, and having them crouch, eye-level with her cunt.

Fuck, and she had to lift her leg up too, so it wasn’t as though she could hide anything.

At last her leg was free, quickly toppling down the other side of the Angel’s arm; she sighed in relief now that she could relax it-

And immediately whimpered now that she realised her ass was no longer hidden by the Angel. Every inch of her had been shown off to the people of this world, their movement to surround the square giving them even more of a sight.

Her cheeks burned.

“Ok Amy,” the Doctor said, “Now to get the rest of you free.”

She barely had any time to react before the alien moved away, and the Doctor was suddenly on her again.

His scissors were cutting through the top when she managed to shriek.

“Doctor! What the hell?!” she said.

“You can’t get out of his grip,” the Doctor said. “While his hand’s closed it’s like solid stone around your clothes, your only chance is to be rid of it.”

Damn it, why had they come here?!

It felt like her face was as red as her hair. Mute, she nodded, silently urging him to get it over with.

Another few snips; she felt her bra fall away, and the same happen to her top. It certainly lessened the restriction she felt when struggling.

By now her eyes prickled, angry Scottish bravado overwhelmed by the prolonged humiliation. As soon as the Doctor backed away, she wrenched against the Angel, squirming desperately.

And-

She gasped, with a triumphant lunge finally freeing herself. Immediately she span around, biting back a shriek as she saw just how many people had been behind her, getting that unobstructed view of her ass.

She quickly turned her attention back to the Angel. It took no effort at all to glower at it, quickly wiping away her tears.

She stood there, at long last able to cover her tits with one arm, and her pussy with another hand, though she could do nothing about her ass. The Angel stayed where it was, and Amy was left in only her stockings, most of them cut away so they only went midway up her hips and did nothing but draw more attention to her embarassing state.

“Doctor,” Amy urged, fidgeting on the spot. “Can we go? Please?”

“Of course!” he said. “Just one second, want to make sure they know how to deal with a Weeping Angel.”