Running tests

Yaz bit her lip, still stumbling along as she desperately tried to cover herself with her arms. It was hard to walk when her legs kept trembling from the embarrassment of it all. She was stark naked and being marched along an alien world, and she had no idea how she was going to get out of it, let alone how she'd ever get dressed.

Some kind of outpost loomed ahead of them. It was a strange mix of ramshackle and professional, a metal shelter plainly quickly assembled, but with efficiency. Small ball-shaped... things lay on the ground around it.

Sken led her towards the outpost, nudging her lower back with his stick to make her hurry.

Yaz yelped as soon as she walked through the door, half a dozen more of those... Sontarans suddenly turning to face her.

She clutched at her body, making all the more sure she'd covered what she could, an arm over her tits and a hand over her pussy. Oh god, she was not going to start showing all of that to a group of aliens. She whimpered.

"Field Major Sken," one of the Sontarans said, slamming his own arm against his chest in a salute.

"Carry one," Sken said. He pushed a flustered Yaz on. "Victory over the Nestene encroachment is assured. While we wait for the report back I will conduct an experiment for the Intelligence Division."

Yaz tried not to pay attention to just how many figures were around her, just how many eyes were seeing her like this. She squeaked, hurrying a little more as she passed the first row of seated Sontarans, wanting to get her ass out of view as soon as possible.

Towards the back of the outpost was a cell, thankfully around a corner so she was out of view of all of them except, well, Sken. She squealed as she stumbled into the cell, lifting her hands to catch her balance on the wall, before swiftly covering up again and turning around.

She pressed her back to the wall, and kept her arms where they were, breathless. Sken looked at her through the locked glass door.

After a moment he reached for what looked like a microphone.

"Field Major Sken, conducting a report on a potential exploitable weakness of the human female," he said. "Subject displays **** distress at the exposure of her body. Of special note are rounded protrusions on her chest, the location between her legs, and having her back turned."

He clicked the recording device, then turned back to Yaz. She squeaked again, cheeks heating up further as she kept herself pressed against the wall.

He was seriously doing this?! Great, of all the planets to end up naked on she was with aliens that wanted to understand why she felt so humiliated.

"Experiment one," Sken said, into the device. He reached for a penl on the outside of the cell-

And Yasmin yelped as what she'd assumed to be detailing in the wall moved, a rod with a manacle on the end extending; she tried to move away but it homed in on one of her wrists, pulling her arm out ot her side and holding it there, exposing her chest.

Oh god; Yaz whimpered, squirming on the spot and doing what little she could with her remaining arm to hide one of her boobs.

She tugged uselessly against the restraint, while Sken watched impassively.

"Subject appears more concerned about hiding her lower region," Sken said. "She nonetheless exhibits heightened nervousness when her chest region is exposed. Reason unknown: subject was not located wearing armour. Hypothesis: it is the act of being seen which causes thsi reaction. Further experimentation needed."

"Y-you could just ask," Yasmin squeaked. "It's embarrassing, ok, that's all! You don't need to- ah!"

A second manacle extended from the wall, this one unsurprisingly going for her other wrist. She yelped, but couldn't help as her other arm too was held to her side.

She squeaked, struggling desperately. Oh god! He could see her pussy, there was no way he couldn't.

She wriggled, hoping she could at least press her legs together, but it didn't stop her cheeks from burning and didn't stop her whimpering.

Worst. Alien. Planet. Ever.

"Subject refers to her condition as embarrassment," Sken said. "This... embarrassment is heightened further when her lower region is exposed. Cause and long term effects still unknown. Conclusion is that this phenomenon could be of considerable use; she appears preoccupied more with covering up than escape. Suggest implementation on all captured human females, pending further analysis."

Yasmin squeaked.