Ravonna Renslayer and the Nude Variance Authority

Ravonna wrings her hands together and looks down at the clock on her desk, drinking from a glass of whiskey, suddenly wondering if that weird blonde variant, Sylvie, was right all along. She glances back down at her tempad with her orders, hardly believing it’s the case.

Emblazoned across the screen are emblazoned *BY ORDER OF THE TIME KEEPERS*

And below this in slightly smaller text, *NEW NUDE PROTOCOL FOR ALL HIGHEST RANKING JUDGES, ALL UNIFORMS, EXCLUDING TIES, AND STOCKINGS IN THE CASE OF FEMALES MUST BE RETURNED, AND YOU ARE TO GO ABOUT YOUR DUTIES AS NORMAL, PLEASE FIND ENCLOSED A LIST OF NEW TECHNIQUES TO EMPLOY IN YOUR INTERROGATIONS RELATING TO YOUR NEW CIRCUMSTANCES. FOR ALL TIME, ALWAYS.*

The beginning always makes her chuckle, all of the highest ranking judges, obviously meaning only her, as there were no other.

She rests her head on the back of her chair, glancing down at her list of interrogations today, luckily enough it was all females, but the timekeepers were prepared for that, there was a whole section for what she has to do in those situations. Granted, she didn’t find it as icky as what she has to do with males, it actually excited her, It’s never really something a workaholic like her gave a chance. She bites her lip, imagining being given Sylvie, who’d shed met briefly before returning to her post at the TVA to interrogate, trapping the muscular stripped woman under her yellow stockings, rubbing her face with them, masturbating her for all she could until she finally cracks and tells her all she needs to know, slipping a hand beneath her skirt as she begins to fantasise.

This is quickly interrupted however, by miss minutes appearing with a *ping*!

“Hey Y’all! How’s things going with preparing for your new way of life within the TVA?” She brightly chirps and bows in Ravonna’s presence, glancing down below her waist, and smirking, as much as a clock can anyway. “Beg my pardon, is this a bad time?” She asks a little mischievously.

Ravonna gasps and whips her hand out from below her skirt, slightly damp, blushing and stuttering “n-not at all! I’m working on it right now, my dedication to the TVA will never waver!”

Miss minutes raises a heavily overdone eyebrow and gently smirks “uh-huh... well sugar, I’m gonna have to ask you to hurry it up, you know they want you to have it done by tomorrow, and now they’ve sent me to mosy on down here to collect it, yknow, just us gals?” Miss Minutes waves her hand and a small box appears with Ravonna’s face on it, and she gestures towards it.

Ravonna blushes deeply and leans forwards, placing her head in her hands as miss minutes huffs and begins to lose patience, placing a timer on Ravonna’s desk “honey, you and I both know you don’t wanna do this, but they do, so you needa do what we tell you to do, or they’re gonna prune you, and you’re much to pretty for that. You’ve got 5 minutes to get everything in that box, okay?” Using Ravonna’s commitment against her, she finishes this threat with “for all time...”

Ravonna hangs her head in shame and removes her brown jacket and tie, slowly unbuttoning her shirt, responding “Always.” unbuttoning it bit by bit, revealing her brown 34B cup bra, with miss minutes on one cup and a crude image of miss minutes on the other cup, placing the jacket and shirt in the box, her hands beginning to shake as she moves her hands down to her skirt, unzipping it leaving her in her beautiful gold lace panties interwoven with designs of clocks in the lace that Ravonna was quite fond of, these being the only self indulgent thing she owns.

She shakes her head to remove this thought and pulls off her sweaty high heels, her now only stocking covered feet revealed, and she flexes her toes, admiring her gold nail polish, hoping that it would give her a bit of self confidence, standing in her office in only her stockings, bra and panties, she found herself unwilling to strip further, even though her loyalty to the TVA was in question. Miss Minutes whistles and taps the timer, which now read 2 minutes and thirty seconds.

Repeating to herself that this was for the good of the sacred timeline, Ravonna unhooks her bra delicately and blushing deeply, places it in the box, fighting every urge to cover herself, as stated in the timekeepers decree.

Then came the hardest part. Her panties. Her hands shaking and all of her instincts screaming that this was humiliating and a bad idea, she begins to lower them feeling feverently embarrassed and ashamed, revealing a small black patch of hair shaved into a T, which she found most humiliating of all as she bares her pussy, her whole body completely on display to anyone who might enter her office.

Miss minutes claps her hands and freezes the timer before slamming a lid on the box, and she chirpily sings “now that wasn’t so hard, was it sugar? You look a lot purtier this way!”

Ravonna blushes and hangs her head in shame. “Will that be all?”

“ ‘Fraid not.” Miss minutes solemnly says, “there’s an unruly variant that requires your new training right away.”

Ravonna sighs. She thought as much. This was her punishment for disobeying the timekeepers on the loki case, she was sure of it. She’d strangle Sylvie if she ever saw her again.

Standing up without saying a word, she makes her way to the door before miss minutes clears her throat, and she turns back around, her unsupported perky breasts and ass jiggling with every sudden movement.

“Aren’t you forgettin somethin’? The animated clock asks, her tiny singsongy southern accent sounding almost condescending and a little... gleeful, as she points towards Ravonna’s discarded tie, the only scrap of her clothing left besides her sheer gold stockings.

Ravonna mournfully puts on the tie, and opens the door, bracing herself to leave, stepping outside into the busy compound of variants, analysts and minutemen, who all momentarily freeze at the sight of her.

Trying to keep her usual air of superiority and power, she holds her head high and looks as confident as she can while fully nude except for gold stockings and a tie laid between dark perky breasts, and while trying to make her voice sound commanding, she barks “and what are you all looking at? Get back to work!” But her voice comes out shaky and frightened as she begins to march towards her courtroom, knowing she’ll get at least a little bit of privacy behind her large wooden desk, at the very least her lower half wouldn’t be on show.

She’s snapped out of this swirling realm of thoughts however by her entering a busy hallway where it seemed like when crowds used to part for her, people were purposefully bumping into her, touching her bare skin in places too close for comfort to go around her , one variant who was running from captivity even “slipped” and landed at her feet, taking a huge sniff, her lips crashing into them too causing Ravonna to recoil in disgust as the variant is scooped up and her minutemen captors send her on her way with a playful spank on the ass, but as per her guidebook, there was nothing she could do about any of this.

She sighs happily as she reaches her courtroom at last and uses her tempad to open the door gasping as she sees her beautiful ornate wooden desk replaced by a completely see through glass one that would show her off to everyone, and a thermal camera that would be pointed at her crotch throughout the interrogation next to a real one that would be displayed on a screen at the right of her, and a similar setup in the defenders stand that would display on the screen next to her.

Ravonna pushes this from her mind and begins to follow her instructions, putting her near bare feet on the desk, leaning back in her chair, and not covering an inch of her body, this humiliating arrogant position making her feel like a piece of common human trash that people would imagine dominating them.

Although of course, this is exactly what she’d have to do.

Her thoughts are interrupted as the floor in front of her begins to shimmer and an equally nude girl drops in front of her, wearing only a collar.