The girls are put to work

As Amy was yanked upwards by the ankle, she realised they were being carried away from their watery ****.

A panel in the wall ascended and the four arms passed through, each carrying a soaking, crying and very naked girl.

A second appendage detached itself from the arm and clamped a metal collar around the neck of their respective girl. The arms released and the four women crashed heavily to the floor.

Rose barely had time to catch her breath before a door opened and a pair of clacking shoes entered. The blonde girl looked up and saw a stern looking woman stood over them, tapping her foot impatiently and holding a remote in her hand.

Gwen squealed and curled into a ball when she realised a stranger was amongst them. They Welsh girl's squeals soon turned into cries of pain as an electric shock was sent through her collar. It wouldn't usually be more than just a jolt, but coupled with her soaking wet skin, the pain coursed through her naked body.

The stranger lifted her finger off the remote and watched as Gwen breathed heavily, tears mingling with the water on her glistening cheeks.

"No covering. Now stand up, the lot of you."

Martha placed her bare feet on the floor, tried to stand up...but immediately slipped over. A similar thing was happening to her friends. To her horror, Martha realised that she had been cleaned, scrubbed and washed so much that she had lost all grip in her feet; it was like trying to stand up on ice!

Unfortunately, the stranger wasn't sympathetic.

"All of you! Up, now!"

After much effort, Rose finally struggled to her feet and somehow **** herself to keep her arms by her sides, leaving her large breasts to gently rise and fall unrestrained.

The nude quartet followed the woman out of the room, all of then worried that they could slip and fall at any moment but too worried to support each other.

Amy cringed as they entered a futuristic-looking kitchen. Cooks and assistants raced back and forth, preparing a banquet. A metal tray was pushed into her hands and with no grip it almost slipped through her fingers.

The ginger stifled a cry as her naked visage was reflected in the metal. Her countless showers had removed any residual trace of makeup...it was almost as if she had never worn any in her life. Her pale cheeks coloured slightly; Amy didn't think she'd ever seen herself with so many freckles.

Martha squirmed as glasses were arranged on her tray, her toes curling awkwardly. No one was paying much attention to her outfit (or rather, her lack of), but the black girl still felt embarrassed. Her arms began to shake, partly under the weight of the tray, but largely out of fear of what would happen if she dropped it.

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Gwen followers her friends out of the kitchen. When she entered the connecting room, she froze.

That was a LOT of people. She'd never seen so many people on one room. And she had no clothes on her body.

Aliens filled the circular tables that covered the floor, with a long table raised on a dais above everybody else. Many appeared human, some looked unusually, but all were looking at her.

It was too much for her. Dropping the tray, Gwen threw her hands across her body, turning away from the room. She collapsed to the floor in a scream of pain as electricity burst through her body again.

"Stand up, now!" the woman with the remote was stood over her, pure fury etched onto her face.

"Please! I...I can't do this-ahhh!"

The woman increased the intensity of the shock, sending the nude insubordinate into writhing screams of pain.

"If you want me to stop, stand up."

Somehow, Gwen struggled to her feet, breathing heavily and burning with humiliation when she realised that everyone had been watching her.

"Do not do that again," the woman said. "You weren't brought here to hide and cower. Now get out there and do your job."

Gwen yelped as the woman slapped her arse painfully forcing her out into the hall. With a fresh tray clutched in her hands, the naked Welsh girl joined her friends in circulating around the tables...