The long term effects of nudity

Sken paused after making his note, apparently considering. Then he turned his attention back to the control panel.

Yasmin squeaked, nervously glancing around. She still remembered what had happened the last time he'd started playing with the controls; unsurprisingly, once again, a spindly metal manacle reached out for her wrist.

She stumbled, trying to distance herself from it, but also trying not to turn. The last thing she needed was to flash her ass on top of everything else. She needed to keep something private!

The cell wasn't very big. She could only take a couple of steps before bumping into the wall, and before the metal arm coudl easily reach her, once more pulling her wrist to the side and baring her chest.

Frantic, Yaz adopted the opposite tactic and ran towards the arm; maybe if she was closer to it, she'd have enough freedom to-

"Ahhh!" the second hand metal limb reached out from the wall behind her before she noticed, and she felt her other wrist be gripped again.

Oh god. It was happening again, restrained and exposed for all the aliens to see.

Yaz continued to squirm, though by that point she didn't harbour much hope for getting her hands free. Though there was still no way she was going to just accept her current predicament, with her hands pulled down and held by her sides, and her nude body on full display to maybe a dozen Sontarans.

She whimpered, her restraints ensuring she was unable to look away from her Sontaran captors. A constant reminder that they could see everything, and worse a constant reminder of her nudity thanks to a faint reflection she could see in the glass wall.

Her face, eyes wide and **** as she still struggled, and then smooth dusky skin below unobstructed. Her tits, dark nipples standing out especially in her reflection, and lower, flesh leading to flesh. She whimpered as she realised just how obviously her pussy was exposed.

Nervously, she pressed her legs together, crossing them as best she could. It wasn't much, but at least-

Sken tapped the controls again, and Yaz yelped as two more metal arms reached out from the ridged wall behind her. They each took hold of opposite ankles, not pulling far but holding her just enough that her legs were parted, her cunt thoroughly exposed once again.

Pleadingly, Yaz stared through the glass. Oh god, were they serious about this, exposing her? Why would they-

Sken turned his attention back from the controls, to the nude Yaz. She whimpered, squirming all the more desperately, her cheeks burning as her attention kept getting drawn back to the faint reflection.

Now she couldn't even pretend ignorance as to how her wriggling made her tits move. Fuck.

"Subject is restrained," Sken said. "Unable to use arms for cover. Will now begin experiment three, on the effects of long-term exposure. Is there a timescale upon which the subject ceases to be... embarrassed, or will the human female always seek out cover? Potential applications to be confirmed upon concluding this experiment."

Sken lowered the device, then turned his attention once more back to Yaz.

Somehow she had the feeling she was going to be naked for quite a while more. At least-

Sken reached for the controls again; Yaz yelped instinctively, but felt nothing. She only heard a grinding sound, metal rubbing against metal, but no more restraints, no more humiliating positions.

Wait a second. Eyes wide, Yaz turned her head, struggling to look back over her shoulder.

Oh god, he'd moved the wall. Apparently that was optional, something to keep 'experiments' separate, but Sken plainly wasn't interested in her privacy. Instead, now the myriad rods on the wall behind her had slid to the side.

Only the four rods that kept her restrained stayed sticking out, but now they extended from the side. Behind her there was just another sheet of glass.

And Sontarans. She glimpsed more there, or maybe just saw others moving from in front of her to behind.

Oh god, she couldn't even keep her ass to herself. They could see everything!

Yasmin whimpered, futilely tugging on her restraints once more.

"Note," Sken said. "Subject exhibits increased distress upon learning her rear is visible also. Further study recommended. Resuming experiment three."