Why stop now?

Clara glanced back at the scanner. She fiddled with it for a few seconds.

"Well it'd just be rude to waste my chance to visit the Land of Fiction," Clara said. "Maybe find Austen, could be fun to check her out again. And company's always nice. Let's see..."

She murmured to herself for a moment, still toying with the scanner.

"She's in classic literature," Clara said. "It's a little walk away from, ahem, adult content but by the look of it there's a shortcut through romance. Up for a walk, Rose?"

"I-if you want," Rose said.

She couldn't help but stumble over her words, the prospect of what Clara was offering making her cheeks somehow manage to blush even redder.

"Good girl," Clara said idly. She reached back, tugging on Rose's collar. "Follow me then! Ooh, the possibilities. Love a good book."

Rose stumbled after her, squirming with the mix of satisfaction and humiliation that was starting to become her new normal.

A squeal escaped her lips when the blank void resolved into reality again. Now they were in...

It was an idealised version of a country neighbourhood. The air smelt crisp and clean, the trees perfectly shaped, the grass a bright green. No mud, no unpleasant smells, and each house was a postcard-ready cottage.

It was nothing like the genres Rose had been through. No constantly leering faces, no other permanently stuck-naked women, no kink. It was quite literally a storybook, idyllic to the ****, with couples laughing pleasantly in their gardens, or porches, or riding horses together, or...

And being stark naked, being led along by another woman tugging on her collar, Rose felt all the more out of place and all the more humiliated.

Clara, meanwhile, seemed to revel in the positively scandalised looks Rose was getting.

"No point in half-measures," Clara said. "Hands behind your back."

"O-ok," Rose squeaked.

She whimpered, still feeling the relief of obeying, even if the fact that now all those shocked eyes were now able to see her pussy made her squirm all the more.

She followed Clara, fidgeting desperately as Clara took her time wandering through the romantic neighbourhood.

Clara only came to a stop when they were at what seemed to be the village square, or some equivalent. She halted, moving her hand from Rose's collar back to the scanner as she reoriented it.

Meanwhile Rose stood there, knowing not to leave her - the word mistress kept coming to Rose's mind, a product of her genre - but still hyperaware of the looks they were getting.

By the look of it, she'd ended up in some squeaky clean neighbourhood. If any of these people had even seen a naked woman before, it'd likely only be their assigned love interest. Rose being paraded around like this was bound to attract attention.

"Ok, this way," Clara said. She glanced back, tugging on Rose's collar again so as to not lose track of her. "Having fun?"

Rose squeaked.

How was she meant to answer that?! The obedience, despite everything, did still feel good. The being exposed to countless people and being the subject of all those shocked looks though-

Her guilty, panicked expression still made Clara smile though.

Clara led her down the street. Things shifted without returning to the pale void, the idyllic countryside replaced by some romanticised... was it world war two?

It was suddenly night, and the blackout curtains on the buildings, Big Ben in the distance, it did remind her of her brief trip to that era. This was just, well, less real.

Ok, they were in wartime romances now. And having been in a similar place, Rose couldn't help but imagine the people she'd met there catching her like this.

She squeaked, still far too aware that everything was exposed, as Clara led her through.

Her face was crimson when they at last made it back to the white void, unable to believe she'd done that. (She tried not to think about the fact that at some point she'd probably have to walk back through there when Clara wanted to take her back to the hub of the Land).

Now, after everything, she was being paraded naked through wherever Clara fancied.

And she enjoyed it. Rose swallowed; that was almost the most humiliating part. It was easily the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to her, but the simple fact that Clara had ordered her to do it made it somehow...

"You a book fan?" Clara said.

"A-a little," Rose said.

"Classic stuff, or just modern?" Clara said. "Always liked classic here. Even before, well, the Doctor. Jane Austen's a lot of fun. And I ran into a room on the TARDIS that I swear the Doctor said was Mary Shelley's. Could be fun to track down some of that."

"I met Dickens," Rose offered.

"Mm," Clara said. "Ooh, so many possibilities, wish I'd come here sooner. And can't think of anyone it'd be more fun to see the sights with, things are so much easier when people just do as they're told. Just so long..."

Clara hesitated. She turned back to Rose, distracted again by flicking her gaze up and down Rose's exposed body.

"Ok, spoilers," Clara said. "I'm from your future. Well, the Doctor's future; according to him, he want back to his TARDIS planning to find a solution only for you to return a little later. So, short version, you're bound to get out of here, practically guaranteed. The problem being that it probably wouldn't have taken much more than a couple of hours, which really isn't all that much time to have fun exploring everything we can here."

Rose breathed a sigh of relief. Ok, so she was going to end up getting out of this place and getting dressed again. And soon, by the sound of it.

Part of her couldn't help but feel a little **** at losing the... satisfaction of obeying Clara, but either way she did long to cover up again.

And then Clara looked at her scanner, looked back at Rose, and grinned. Suddenly she was tugging on Rose's collar again-

And they emerged onto a grey street, huge old-fashioned buildings on either side of them, antique looking streetlights lining the road.

"I was a Victorian once," Clara said absently, seemingly apropos of nothing.

Rose blinked. Clara had picked a Victorian novel? Why-

Clara tugged her past a posh-looking gentleman who gave a thoroughly outraged 'well I say...' at a glimpse of Rose's ass, through the doorway of a fairly upper-class home. Still wielding the Doctor's sonic, the door was easy to get through.

"Stay quiet," Clara whispered.

There seemed to be some kind of meeting going on in the sitting room, some professor-looking type talking to his friends. Clara crouched and crept silently past the doorway; biting her lip and trying not to squeak, the nude Rose did the same, even more **** not to be seen.

Clara didn't seem to know exactly where she was going. Still, she found it soon enough, leading a baffled Rose into some kind of cramped workshop.

"Knew it!" Clara said.

"What...." Rose said.

"HG Wells," Clara said, gesturing at the machine at the centre of the room. "Time machine. More reliable than the TARDIS too, if the book's anything to go by. Easy return, works in the Land... We get to spend as much time here as we want, and when I'm done we just pop back and I take you back to the heart of the Land, then your Doctor, and it'd have been no time at all."

Clara beamed. It was hard to tell if she was more proud of herself, or more excited at the prospect of just how much she was going to see Rose naked.

Rose squeaked. Oh god, how long was Clara planning to keep her like this?!

And why did she still so easily feel herself obeying?

"Like the sound of that?" Clara said.

"Y-yes," Rose said, squeaking slightly.

Clara's gaze darted over Rose's body again.

"Ok then," Clara said. "So, out of every novel out there, every story you've read, where would you like to visit first?"