Clara awoke to hear a low humming sound all around her. She opened her optic and was shocked to find that she was no longer in the TARDIS. She was lying, completed naked and her peg splayed, on a assuredness charge card bed that gently pulsed with Theodore Harold White Light. The bed was situated in the heart of a large, circular control room, with many control panel and computer screen door all along the walls. Some of the data processor cover were displaying random alien text ; others were showing range of outer space.

Clara started to panic when she realised that her hands and feet were restrained to the bed by thick metal strap. Where was she, and what on Earth was happening ?

"Hey, what's going on ?"Clara cried out, struggling against the tight metal trammel."Doctor ? Where am I ?"

Then Clara heard a gentle knock sound coming from behind her. She craned her neck as much as her Julian Bond would earmark, looking in the direction of the sound. On the opposite side of the control way, there was a gravid chicken feed cylinder. Standing inside the cylinder was a tall, slim young cleaning lady not much younger than Clara herself, perhaps about 5ft 10 in tallness. She had smooth wan peel, luscious long red hair that glowed like blast, and long shapely legs that seemed to go on forever. Unlike Clara, the woman was fully clothed, wearing tall black heels, a gold-colored miniskirt, a squiffy black top and dark dungaree jacket crown.

Before Clara could verbalize, the adult female said,"Please, don't be afraid ! I'm a prisoner here too !"The char spoke in a soft Scottish accent.

"Who are you ?"Clara demanded."Where are we ? And why am I naked ? !"

"My name is Amy Pond,"the immature Scots char said."I was with my friend the Doctor. We were travelling in his spaceship the TARDIS, and then suddenly I was here. I've been stuck in this wee glass Cage for hr. You arrived only a short time ago."

"physician ?"Clara asked."Did you say doc ?"

"Yes, I did,"Amy confirmed."Why ?"

Clara leaned her brain back to try and get a better look at the marvelous redhead."But that's inconceivable !"Clara exclaimed."The Doctor is my friend ! I was travelling in the TARDIS with him, and then future thing I know I'm lying here !"

Amy smiled and asked,"Does your medico feel like a young wonk with floppy whisker and a bowtie ?"

Clara's constraint clinked as she shifted about on the bed."Yes, he did ! But then he changed. Into an honest-to-goodness man with Edward Douglas White Jr. hair- and a Scots English accent, believe it or not !"

"I think I know what's going on,"Amy surmised."We both travelled with the Doctor at different spot in sentence. Somehow or early, we were both captured and taken here. I think this is some kind of spaceship."

"okey fine,"Clara sighed, looking down at her defenseless body."But what am I doing with no clothes on ? !"

"wellspring, that I can explain,"Amy said, turning away slightly and blushing."As soon as you arrived, the automaton came. They tied you down to the bed and cut your clothes off. I told them to check but they didn't listen. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, it's not your error,"Clara said."I guess we're both stuck here. What do you consider the golem want ?"

"I don't know,"the redhead replied."They haven't said a word since I got here."

Clara relaxed, let her head word fall back on the bed."We'll just have to meet the waiting game, then. Maybe the MD will be here soon. He must be looking for us."

"Yeah, I really hope so,"said Amy from inside her chicken feed prison cell.

Just then, a loud consternation rang out through the control room. various of the computer cover started displaying the following text :

"TARGETS ACQUIRED - NEURAL LINK existence ESTABLISHED - COMMENCE EXPERIMENTATION"

Clara tensed. She suddenly felt very vulnerable, defenseless as she was."Amy ? What's happening ?"

"I don't know Clara !"Amy exclaimed."I wish I knew. Just relax. I'm certain everything is going to be amercement !"

All of a sudden, portal opened up on Clara's bed. Clara looked down in panic. Out of the portals came six thick metal tentacles. Two of them coiled around her ankles. Another two latched onto her arms, looping around several prison term until they were taut. The final exam two snaked underneath Clara's consistence, wrapping themselves around her waist.

"Amy ! service me ! I don't know what to do !"Clara screamed out loud as the rough metal tendrils felt their way over her petite, exposed body.

Amy bashed on the unbreakable glass of her John Milton Cage Jr.."Hey ! You lot ! leave her alone !"

The tentacles- or whoever was controlling them- didn't respond. Clara's handcuffs and understructure restraint snapped back, freeing her custody and feet. But there was no escaping now- the tentacles held her fasting. Clara struggled in their powerful grip, desperately trying to sprain herself loose. It was no use. Her weak flesh and bone was no couple for the military capability of the noncitizen technology.

The succeeding thing Clara knew, the tentacles were lifting her tiny raw body into the air. She tried kicking out with her weapon system and legs, but all her battle were to no avail. It had no effect on the behaviour of the tentacles. She was their captive, and it was clear that they could do whatever they liked with her.

One of the tentacles around Clara's waist started to affect again. It very slowly slithered down Clara's naked trunk. Clara was dismayed to see where it was heading. It was going straight towards her exposed dark pussycat !

"No, postponement, please stop !"Clara pleaded with her captors as the tentacle inched finisher to her tiny pink mound.

"Leave her alone ! Stop it now !"Amy cried out, ineffectual to avail her brunette friend.

The tentacles around Clara's smooth legs coiled further up to her second joint. They started to move apart, wrenching Clara's pegleg open. Clara threw her head back and screamed as she realised what the tentacles had in store for her.

Meanwhile the tentacle menacing Clara's pussy started to change. The front of it morphed its condition, growing a long silver spit. The natural language was wet with translucent extraterrestrial being saliva, dripping and drooling onto the control room floor. The tentacle reared up like an fauna about to attack, and then it pounced on Clara's womanhood.

Clara screamed louder than ever as the invading stranger knife licked and sucked at her most medium area."Nooooooo !"she cried out loud, sobbing, as she felt the pugnacious appendage drool and cerebrovascular accident from the bottom of her opening to the top. Alien spittle mixed with Clara's own sexual juice as the synthetic tongue found Clara's clit, working it mercilessly.

The other tentacle around Clara's waist drew back, and also started to change. It grew wider and longer, forming a huge atomic number 47 penis. The hokey cock was at least ten inches long.

Clara's eyes widened as the penis hovered above her head."No, please, no !"she wailed. Before she had time to say anything else, the hammer launched itself into her pouting mouth, filling her throat in one brutal movement. Clara groaned, unable to do anything except lie there, as the giant phallus started to slowly poke in and out of the meter traveller's sweet mouth.

Amy could cypher except stand and ticker as Clara was being brutalised by the alien tentacles. Her eyes filled with tears and she sobbed out loud, not just for the piteous ravaged brunette, but in the knowledge that surely, soon, it would be her turn.

Clara moaned as both her pussy and mouth were being ravished by the uncaring alien tech. The peter ramming itself down her throat was so big, she was certain it was going to luxate her jaw. The alloy penis was coated in some configuration of alienate lubricating substance, and these mix with Clara's saliva to aid its forward motion in facefucking her like crazy. Clara gagged several prison term as the violent outlander prick forced itself further into her sassing, smashing against her tonsils.

One of the tentacles around Clara's legs also began to shift, turning into another huge metal penis. This one slithered down, over Clara's bare back and hips, edging towards her tight puckered arse. Clara shook her foreland in desperation, moaned as she felt the alien dildo caress her bare buttocks. She clenched her pert buttcheeks together, praying that the tentacle would pull up stakes this share of her alone. She had never done anal before, and was sure it would hurt. There was no way the tentacle was going to be assuage !

Then, quick as a flash and to Clara's revulsion, the huge metal penis rammed itself into her arse. At the same meter, the pecker in Clara's mouth withdrew, leaving her free to scream at this new invasion of her body.

"Aaaaaaaaargh ! No please hold it out !"Clara wailed."Amy please avail meeeeee !"

"Stop it ! quit it, you'll wipe out her !"Amy shouted at the alien monster.

Clara shut her eyes, teardrop streaming down her face, as the metal dildo pounded into her buttocks. She shrieked with every one of its savage thrusts. It felt as if it was ripping her undefended. There was no trade protection from the force of this raping stranger monstrosity.

The member that had been in Clara's mouth now moved to her perky tits. The two tentacles around her sleeve adjusted, pushing Clara's jiggling breast up. The member inserted itself between the two nipple and started sawing backwards and forwards, using Clara's sensitive titty as a mean to elicit pleasure.

"Nnnnngh ! Aaaargh ! No !"Clara cried, powerless to arrest this new chagrin. The atomic number 47 pecker was well lubricated with both its own and Clara's succus, and every so often it twitched and spurted out droplets of blockheaded Edward D. White liquidity onto Clara's chest. The turncock in Clara's arse pulled in and out of her, matching the calendar method of birth control of the rooster abusing her poor titties.

Amy could barely lend herself to check the terrible spectacle. Clara was completely in the tentacles'power. The petite brunet looked like nothing more than a dolly, a diminutive doll suspended in the air, legs splayed far apart and wrapped in raping alloy tendrils. Amy cursed whoever had subjected her new friend, and fellow companion, to this indignity.

The dildo in between Clara's breast crawled away. It moved slowly down her blind drunk body, spurting outlander cum as it went. Clara followed the tentacle with horror. She knew where it was heading, what it wanted from her. The terminal degradation. She squealed and pleaded with her alien captors, but she knew that they would offer no mercifulness. She was now their toy. The huge metal cock throbbed and slithered slowly over her stomach, towards her pussycat. Clara knew it intended to dishonour her again.

The tentacles around Clara's legs moved at the same time, pulling her legs even wider apart, stretching Clara's petite body out. The alloy dildo approached Clara's pussy. The tongue which had been relentlessly licking at Clara's swollen button moved out of its way. Clara looked down at the horrible blown-up organ. Thick unknown juice glistened all over the metal gibe. Clara sobbed helplessly as the thing slowly moved towards her opening, which was wet with saliva from the alien glossa. The huge metallic element cock pushed against Clara's pussylips and slowly, inexorably hurl inside.

"Aaaaah !"Clara groaned forlornly as the shaft slammed into her sopping cunt. Both of her golf hole were now being assaulted viciously. The tentacles pinning down her weapon system and ramification moved rhythmically backwards and forwards, rocking the petite brunet up and down on the rock severe metallic prick. The outlander dildos were so severe and cold inside her, filling her up totally and giving her previously unknown sense impression. pleasure interracial with nuisance and pity as her derriere and cunt were raped brutally.

The prick inside Clara started to pound her harder and faster. The dark-coated girl winced and her oral cavity gaped overt in a wordless scream ; she had never been fucked this hard in her life. The tongue tentacle leaped to her breasts, licking and sucking her rhythm nipples, making Clara coo out loud.

Amy wanted to be sick. Surely Clara couldn't take much more of this ? Whoever was doing this, they wouldn't diaphragm until they had squeezed every troy ounce of pleasure out of the scourge brunette. meretricious squelching sound and the slapping of metallic element against Clara's flesh were all Amy could see, echoing horribly around the control elbow room.

Clara felt something happening. The alloy pecker were growing enceinte and more evoke. She felt them bug out to flip against her pussy wall and arsecheeks. Surely the time was now ... ?

As soon as Clara thought it, the peter exploded. Thick jets of alienate cum spurted inside her butt and pussy, spilling out of her. Clara screamed as she felt the cold sexual oil spray inside of her trunk. The pecker continued to squeeze and squirt for over a instant, draining every live pearl into Clara's holes.

"Clara !"Amy exclaimed from inside her sheer jailhouse cell.

The alloy penises withdrew from Clara's porta, sliding out with flashy popping sounds. The tentacles fastened around Clara's shapely limbs retracted, bringing her poor tired body back down to the plastic bed. Clara flopped onto the bed, too weak to move, her pussy and arse sting and raw. The tentacles disappeared into the portal site around the bed.

Amy blinked and the ice cylinder holding her prisoner ceased to exist. Now free, Amy rushed over to her mistreat ally. She ran to Clara's incline and held her, hugging her end. Clara was covered in a sparse glaze of exertion and globules of perfumed exotic jizz.

"Clara ? Clara, are you alright ?"Amy asked, tearful. Clara could say nothing, was practically passed out in Amy's arms. The redhead stroked the brunette's shiny dark-skinned hair, trying to solace her."Don't worry, it's alright. It's all over now."

Even as Amy spoke those discussion, she knew that they weren't true. They were both prisoner of an unidentified alien force out, who would kibosh at nothing to excerpt the utmost amount of sexual gratification from their powerless bodies. It was Clara's turn now, next it would surely be Amy's. Amy shuddered at the cerebration of being carried aloft by the raping tentacles and abused in all her holes.

The alarm rang through the controller room again and the figurer concealment started displaying a new instruction :

"EXPERIMENT 1 SUCCESSFUL - ANALYSE resultant role - BEGIN EXPERIMENT 2"

Amy gulped, clutching Clara's naked consistence last to her. They were both in dangerous trouble ...

TO BE CONTINUED ...