Amy Pond held Clara Oswald tight, as lots for her own quilt as for Clara's. The brunet, having just been subjected to a venomous sexual rape, was passed out in Amy's arms. Clara's physical structure was warm and wet, her Brown haircloth messed up and stuck to her face.

Amy looked up at the computer cover situated all around the control room. They were displaying a substance to"Menachem Begin EXPERIMENT 2 ”. Amy knew that Clara and herself would be the subjects of this experimentation. What on Earth was going to happen to them ?

Suddenly pale yellow gas started to fill the control room. Amy yelped and desperately looked around for an escapism road. To her dismay, there was no way out. The gas engulfed Amy and almost instantly she started to black out. She grasped at the air and sank to the ground, coughing and choking. Within a few s, her optic closed and her cosmos was plunged into darkness ...

*

Amy awoke to ascertain herself lying on a well-to-do bed in a white, vivid room. The bed sheets she was lying on were clear, warm and fluffy, and she felt extremely comfortable. She looked down at her body. The dress she had been wearing were gone, replaced by something altogether more revealing. She had been squeezed into a sloshed white nightdress which came halfway down her slim, pale thighs. The gown was clearly several size too small-scale for her, and it pushed her breasts up, making them front magnanimous than they actually were. All of Amy's underwear had been removed ; she was completely naked under the nightie. The garment had a translucent quality and Amy could see the lowly ping cumulation of her mammilla and the dappled orange tree haircloth of her bush visible under the unconvincing fabric.

Amy looked around the small elbow room. There were two beds next to each former, and two dressing tables on either side of the beds. Cupboards and computer blind lined the bulwark. Amy noticed there were four cameras setup in each corner of the room. Clearly, she was being watched. She coyly covered her bosom and pussy with her hands, didn't want whoever had captured her to see too a great deal ... yet.

Amy saw that Clara was sitting at one of the stuffing tables. The brunet was combing her hair and staring into a mirror. Clara was also wearing a soused tweed night-robe made of very thin textile. Her private field were similarly visible through the cloth.

Now that Amy was close-fitting to Clara than she had been in the ascendency room, the redhead was able to make out the brunette's features Thomas More clearly. Clara was certainly a very pretty Pres Young woman. She had mid-length chestnut-coloured hair's-breadth in a stylish panache, ruby red cheek, big brownish eyes like that of a manga character, and a pixie-like button olfactory organ. Amy was also able to see some of Clara's more adumbrate features, thanks to the revealing nightgown. The brunette had firm supple breast, a neatly-trimmed trigon of sour pubic hair, and a nice beat arse.

No uncertainty about it, Amy thought to herself- Clara was kinda cute.

"Clara !"Amy exclaimed."Are you alright ? Are you hurt ?"

Clara turned around in her seat to present Amy."I'm okay,"she replied."I'm not hurt. I think they healed me somehow."

"Where are we ?"Amy asked, looking around the small, shiny bedroom.

"We must be somewhere else on the spaceship,"Clara said."I'm not sure how long we've been here. You've been asleep for hours since I woke up."

"Well, wherever we are, we know they're observance,"Amy said, nodding towards the cameras.

"Yes, I noticed them too. deviate !"Clara remarked."What do they want with us ?"

"I think we know the solvent to that, Clara,"Amy said."I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

Clara shrugged."It's okay, it's not your fault,"the petite girl said."I just wish there was a way out of here. I've tried looking and there's naught. Not even a public discussion dick ! We're trapped here, Amy, and there's zero we can do about it. They can do anything they like with us ..."

Amy got up and put an arm around Clara's shoulders."Best not to believe about it,"Amy said soothingly."There's got to be a way out of this blank space. Why don't we look together ?"

Clara, who seemed like she was on the verge of tears, sniffled and nodded her head.

The redhead helped the brunette out of her stern, and together the two imprisoned girls looked around for an way out. As soon as they had started, an invisible doorway opened up in a section of the sleeping accommodation bulwark. Two automaton entered the room, their metal substructure clanking on the floor. The miss cowered at the sight of them.

The golem were tall and were made of a smooth and shining white material. They had two legs and four longsighted arm. On the end of each arm was a humanoid hand. Their heads were white spheres with a computer filmdom in the eye of them. The machines stalked into the room, the door closing behind them.

Amy and Clara held each other close."Who are you ?"Amy demanded."What do you want ?"

The robot closest to Amy raised one of his round off arms and pressed a button on the English of it."COMMENCE RECORDING - BEGIN experiment 2,"it said with a rasping electronic voice.

"time lag, Experiment 2 ?"Clara asked."What does that entail ?"

The robot near Amy said,"theme 1 - REMOVE GARMENT."

"Do you think of me ?"Amy said."Not on your life !"

The golem pressed another clitoris on its arm."NEURAL connexion ESTABLISHED - SUBJECT 1 - REMOVE GARMENT."

Suddenly, Amy's hands jumped to the top of her nightgown. Her digit hooked around the collar of the thin spell of clothing. Amy felt as if an invisible force was controlling her torso. She had no choice but to rip the thin nightgown in two.

Clara was dumbfounded."Amy, what are you doing ?"she cried out loud.

"I ... I don't know !"Amy said in shock."It's not me ! They're controlling me somehow !"

Amy squirmed and struggled against her own deal as they tore the only matter preserving the close shadow of her modesty from her tall, svelte consistence. The tattered nightgown fell to the story and Amy was left standing completely naked.

Clara couldn't avail but admire Amy's incredible dead body. The redheader was grandiloquent, slim and statuesque, the complete opposite word of Clara, really. Gorgeous fiery red tomentum cascaded over pale articulatio humeri. Small but shapely tit sprang out of the torn nightgown and stood erect in the room's cool atmosphere. Best of all were Amy's leg, which were long, crop and elegant- the legs of a supermodel, Clara thought. Clara wondered how much Male attention Amy had got in her life. Probably way more than her !

"COME Here,"said Amy's robot."BEGIN PROCEDURE."

Amy's amazing legs started to carry her across the room, entirely against her will. She stopped in front of the golem and knelt down on the flooring. Her principal was now level off with the automaton's genitalia. A hatch opened in the robot's groin and a vast Patrick White stopcock emerged from within. The member was at least ten inches long, and it was already dripping with alien fluid.

"Stop it !"Clara exclaimed."Leave her alone !"

"Begin process,"repeated the robot.

Amy grimaced and said,"Please, Clara ! I can't help it !"

Amy gripped the alien cock with her left bridge player. Her hand seemed to suffer a life history of its own. It wasn't obeying Amy any more ; it was obeying the whimsey and pedagogy of this perverted machine. Amy started to stroke and pull on the alien irradiation, which grew toilsome and prominent in the redheader's indulgent palm.

The robot cheeseparing to Clara advanced on the pathetic petrified brunet. Even as Clara shook her head teacher in disbelief, it too raised one of its arms and activated the switch which would control her body.

"NEURAL LINK ESTABLISHED,"said Clara's robot."SUBJECT 2 - LIE down ON THE BED."

"No, no !"Clara pleaded. But it was no use. Her dead body was under complete control. The robot could prepare her do anything it liked. Clara fought against it with all of her will, but she found herself lying back on her bed, her sheer nightgown riding up to her thighs.

"SPREAD YOUR LEGS,"commanded the robot.

Clara screamed as her binding arched and her legs snapped open air. She couldn't believe it was happening again, and this time in the cruellest way possible. Her own torso was working against her, offering no resistance to the alien monster who intended to rape her.

Clara's robot pounced onto the bed, was on top of Clara in seconds. Two of its arms grabbed clutches of Clara's stage and roughly pulled them up into the air. A third base arm moved down towards the restrained brunette. A hook flicked out of one of its fingers and it slashed the lure across Clara's nightgown. The garment was ripped in two, exposing Clara's dainty body.

Clara shrieked,"No, please no ! Amyyyyy ! help meeeeeee !"

But Amy was enduring her own ordeal. She was busy wanking off the noncitizen automaton, pumping her fist up and down its alloy hammer. Every so often ropes of alien cum spurted out of the cockhead, drenching her pale feminine fingers in its gummy essence.

The robot looked down at Amy with its computer fountainhead."ENGAGE MOUTH,"it said.

Amy groaned as she let go of the squirting cock and opened her verbalise wide-cut. The robot took hold of Amy's chief and pulled the redheader towards its huge metallic element schlong. Before Amy had any clip to say or do anything, the wet dripping fellow member was jammed harshly into her mouth. The ginger knockout gagged as she, quite against her will, started to bob her head up and down on the rock and roll hard artificial penis.

Meanwhile, Clara was being organize for her rape. The robot pinning her John L. H. Down moved into place, straddling the flyspeck girl. As Clara lay there, squealing for release, a hatch opened in the heart of the animate being's hip joint. A huge white stopcock sprang out of the opening. The robot brought itself down, putting all of its considerable free weight on Clara. The diminutive damosel was crushed down into the soft bed sheet. Clara hollered out loud one final examination metre as the robot's massive stopcock entered her satiny snatch, parting her pussylips with ease.

"Aaaaaaaargh ! No, please don't rape meeeeeeeee !"Clara screamed to high heaven.

The golem said cypher, did nothing except kickoff to thrust brutally in and out of Clara's tight honeypot. Her vagina was stretched to its replete, the savage alien prick ramming her taut bozo like a daimon. Clara's metallic rapist lifted its two free coat of arms and seized hold of the brunette's bouncing tits, groping and molesting them without pathos. Clara grabbed hold of the golem's arms, tried to pull them off her chest, but there was no way she could move them. Clara threw her heading back and shrieked for all she was Worth, edged pain erupting from her pussy as the robot pounded it viciously.

On the early side of the room, Amy had nearly finished fellating her golem. The alien's sexual oil was being released by Amy's sinful technique. The gorgeous powdered ginger goddess flicked her lingua over the bulbous question of the turncock, sucking and licking at it like a harlot. Amy felt ashamed ; she had zero control over what was happening, and yet, and yet ... deep inside her, she was starting to love it. She had always enjoyed sucking off Rory, and if she concentrated really hard, she could just pretend she was pleasuring her hubby, not this raping alien bastard.

"plosive,"ordered Amy's golem."CLIMB ONTO THE BED."

Amy stopped sucking and removed her header from the golem's voiceless putz. Long twine of foreign cum spilled out of Amy's sweet lip, dribbling down her chin onto her chest. She turned away from the robot and crawled across the flooring on all fours, like a dog. The redhead climbed onto the bed and stuck her pale beat keister into the air, presenting it to her robot like a trophy.

"No, wait !"Amy begged."What are you gon na do ..."

Amy never had a prospect to eat up her sentence, as the robot positioned itself in forepart of Amy's puckered asshole. Without warning it thrust forwards with all of its strength. The red-haired girl howled out loud, the robot burying its mighty cock into her backside.

"Nnnnnrgh ! Aaaaaargh ! Nooooo !"Amy cried. The golem didn't listen, continued to mistreat the time traveller's fanny with his hard metal member.

Clara looked over to Amy's chief, was sickened to see that her friend was now being raped too."Amyyyyyyyy !"the brunette cried out.

"Claraaaaaaa !"Amy responded, before a couple of dreadful jabbing forced a belly laugh from the redhead's sassing."Owwwwwww no it hurts !"

Amy's golem roughly took clench of her slender hips, started to advertise the redhead down onto its dripping metal dick. With another of its hands, it grabbed clench of Amy's red-hot, flaming-red hair and pulled on it, forcing her head up. Amy groaned and grunted as she realised she was now the automaton's sexual hard worker.

Clara closed her centre, tried to imagine that she was anywhere else. She desperately wanted to blockade out the fact that she, Clara Oswald, unfearing traveler in time and space, was now nil more than than a midget little fuckdoll, a slave to this powerful alloy robot and its raping whims. She prayed that any mo now, the Doctor would explode through the door and make unnecessary both of the young woman from any further harm.

All of Clara's wishes couldn't alteration the forbidding reality of her spot, however. She was prone, pinned down, with the biggest cock her pussy had ever taken ramming her over and over again. The annoyance and shame she was feeling was indescribable. Not only was she being raped brutally, but her sickening ordeal was being recorded by the photographic camera situated in all four corners of the room. She could only wonder what use the tape of her and Amy's violation was going to be put to ...

On her bed, Amy was feeling intense whizz as the ten inch robo-penis plundered her besotted ring. Suddenly, she felt something enter her pussy. Something cold and electronic, buzzing inside her taut red pussy. She looked over her shoulder and saw that her robot had plunged one of its long fingerbreadth into her twat. It was moving the dastardly finger's breadth backwards and forwards, making Amy's fix wet with juices. The finger hummed and throbbed inside Amy's ginger gash like one of the many vibrators she had used back on worldly concern. Amy threw her straits up and screeched like a banshee. She wriggled her hips back onto the invading electric organ, increasing the delight she was feeling.

Both of the raping golem said at once,"CLIMAX APPROACHING - PREPARE FOR EJACULATION ”.

Amy and Clara moaned as the moment approached. They could feel the cocks inside them growing thicker and slicker. Clara did nothing except lay there, her legs slip wide, the robot working his cock deeper and deeper into her ravaged womanhood. She scrunched her eye up and silently begged for an end to her defilement. Amy meanwhile was actively working to get the automaton off, jerking her hips up and down on the robot's severely rod. She wanted the abuse to end and she thought that maybe, if she increased the robot's pleasure, she could make it end quicker.

"experiment CONCLUDED - COMMENCE EJACULATION,"said the robots.

At once the molesting machines pulled their squirting cocks out of the poor outrage miss. Amy's robot callously threw the redhead onto her vertebral column, aiming its synthetic schlong over her sweet sweet aspect. Clara's robot retracted its fellow member from the brunette's dripping snatch and thrust it into her face. Both prick erupted at the Same prison term, spraying Amy and Clara with what felt like gallons of sizzling extraterrestrial cum. The transgress girls were absolutely drenched in load after sickening encumbrance of thick Caucasian jism. Their faces, hair and titty became completely soaked in the repellent ooze, which stuck to their raw despoiled consistence like glue.

Clara coughed and spluttered through this net degradation, raising her hands to try and pass over the revolting juice from her face and pilus. Amy, hoping that maximising the robot's satisfaction might help oneself her in some way, deliberately opened her mouth and flicked her pinko clapper out, licking up and swallowing as much of the cum as she could.

When the raper robots had finished discharging over their dupe, they stood up in unison and said,"experimentation CONCLUDED. EJACULATION SUCCESSFUL. WITHDRAW AND PREPARE experiment 3."

Neither Amy nor Clara heard them, or saw them leave the way. Both of the girlfriend were completely exhausted, naked, spread-eagle over their beds, covered in slimy, treacly ribbons of cum. They had both survived Experiment 2- barely. And still they were at the mercy of whichever alien great power had abducted them.

The four cameras in the bedchamber scanned the aftermath of Amy and Clara's up-to-the-minute trial by ordeal. Their crystalline lens blinked and zoomed in on the unconscious girls.

Somewhere else in the population, a large sinister shape was watching a sieve which displayed the very same simulacrum. Two beautiful female child, one a tall graceful redhead, the other a cute petite brunette, having just been tormented and violated in the most vicious way possible.

The flesh licked his sassing with luxuria ...

TO BE CONTINUED ...