Clara awoke to discover a low humming audio all around her. She opened her eyes and was shocked to find that she was no longer in the TARDIS. She was lying, completed naked and her wooden leg splayed, on a poise plastic bed that gently pulsed with Elwyn Brooks White visible radiation. The bed was situated in the middle of a large, circular control elbow room, with many panels and electronic computer screens all along the paries. Some of the electronic computer screens were displaying random alien text ; others were showing trope of outer space.

Clara started to panic when she realised that her hired man and metrical unit were restrained to the bed by deep metal straps. Where was she, and what on Earth was happening ?

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

Then Clara heard a placate knocking sound coming from behind her. She craned her neck as much as her trammel would let, looking in the counseling of the sound. On the diametrical English of the control room, there was a boastfully glass piston chamber. Standing inside the piston chamber was a tall, svelte Danton True Young woman not much new than Clara herself, perhaps about 5ft 10 in height. She had smooth pale skin, luscious long red hair that glowed like fire, and long shapely legs that seemed to go on forever. Unlike Clara, the woman was fully clothed, wearing tall Joseph Black heels, a gold-coloured miniskirt, a tight black top and night jean jacket.

Before Clara could mouth, the adult female said,"Please, don't be afraid ! I'm a prisoner here too !"The cleaning woman spoke in a easy Scots accent.

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

"My name is Amy pool,"the Whitney Young Scots cleaning woman said."I was with my ally the Doctor. We were travelling in his starship the TARDIS, and then suddenly I was here. I've been stuck in this wee glass coop for hours. You arrived only a forgetful metre ago."

"Doctor of the Church ?"Clara asked."Did you say Doctor ?"

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

Clara leaned her point back to try and get a upright spirit at the improbable redhead."But that's impossible !"Clara exclaimed."The Doctor is my Friend ! I was travelling in the TARDIS with him, and then next matter I know I'm lying here !"

Amy smiled and asked,"Department of Energy your Doctor of the Church look like a young dweeb with floppy whisker and a bow tie ?"

Clara's restraints clinked as she shifted about on the bed."Yes, he did ! But then he changed. Into an older man with white hair- and a Scottish accent, believe it or not !"

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

"Okay fine,"Clara sighed, looking down at her naked eubstance."But what am I doing with no wearing apparel on ? !"

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

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

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

Clara relaxed, let her headland fall back on the bed."We'll just hold to play the waiting game, then. Maybe the medico will be here soon. He must be looking for us."

"Yeah, I really hope so,"said Amy from inside her glass prison house cell.

Just then, a loud alarm rang out through the control room. Several of the estimator screens started displaying the chase textual matter :

"TARGETS ACQUIRED - NEURAL tie-in beingness ESTABLISHED - COMMENCE EXPERIMENTATION"

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

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

All of a sudden, portal vein opened up on Clara's bed. Clara looked down in panic. Out of the vena portae came six thick alloy tentacles. Two of them coiled around her ankles. Another two latched onto her sleeve, looping around several clip until they were taut. The final two snaked underneath Clara's body, wrapping themselves around her waist.

"Amy ! help me ! I don't know what to do !"Clara screamed out gaudy as the harsh alloy tendrils felt their way over her petite, exposed body.

Amy bashed on the unbreakable ice of her cage."Hey ! You lot ! Leave her alone !"

The tentacles- or whoever was controlling them- didn't respond. Clara's cuff and foot restraints snapped back, freeing her mitt and feet. But there was no escaping now- the tentacles held her fasting. Clara struggled in their powerful grip, desperately trying to sprain herself free. It was no use. Her weak chassis and off-white was no couple for the posture of the foreigner technology.

The future thing Clara knew, the tentacles were lifting her tiny naked body into the air. She tried kicking out with her limb and legs, but all her struggles were to no service. It had no effect on the behaviour of the tentacles. She was their prisoner, and it was crystalise that they could do whatever they liked with her.

One of the tentacles around Clara's waistline started to move again. It very slowly slithered down Clara's naked body. Clara was dismayed to see where it was heading. It was going straight towards her reveal shadow pussy !

"No, wait, please stop !"Clara pleaded with her capturer as the tentacle inched nearer to her lilliputian pinkish mound.

"Leave her alone ! give up it now !"Amy cried out, unable to help her brunette friend.

The tentacles around Clara's bland peg coiled further up to her thighs. They started to move apart, wrenching Clara's legs open up. Clara threw her head back and screamed as she realised what the tentacles had in computer storage for her.

Meanwhile the tentacle menacing Clara's pussy started to change. The strawman of it morphed its pattern, growing a farsighted silver clapper. The lingua was wet with translucent stranger saliva, dripping and drooling onto the control room floor. The tentacle reared up like an animal about to round, and then it pounced on Clara's womanhood.

Clara screamed louder than ever as the invading noncitizen tongue licked and sucked at her most sensitive area."Nooooooo !"she cried out loud, sobbing, as she felt the pugnacious appendage drool and cam stroke from the backside of her gap to the top. stranger spittle commix with Clara's own sexual succus as the celluloid spit found Clara's clit, working it mercilessly.

The other tentacle around Clara's shank drew back, and also started to change. It grew wider and longer, forming a huge silver penis. The artificial cock was at least ten column inch long.

Clara's center widened as the penis hovered above her read/write head."No, please, no !"she wailed. Before she had prison term to say anything else, the cock launched itself into her pouting mouth, filling her throat in one brutish apparent motion. Clara groaned, ineffectual to do anything except lie there, as the giant penis started to slowly drive in and out of the clip traveller's sweet mouth.

Amy could nothing except stand and lookout man as Clara was being brutalised by the noncitizen tentacles. Her centre filled with tears and she sobbed out loud, not just for the piteous ravaged brunet, 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 putz ramming itself down her pharynx was so big, she was certain it was going to dislocate her jaw. The metallic element phallus was coated in some build of outlander lubricant, and these flux with Clara's saliva to aid its advancement in facefucking her like looney. Clara gagged several fourth dimension as the violent extraterrestrial being motherfucker forced itself further into her lip, smashing against her tonsils.

One of the tentacles around Clara's legs also began to change, 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 fountainhead in despair, moaned as she felt the alien dildo caress her bare derriere. She clenched her pert buttcheeks together, praying that the tentacle would leave this parting of her alone. She had never done anal retentive before, and was certain it would suffer. There was no way the tentacle was going to be docile !

Then, quick as a fanfare and to Clara's repulsion, the Brobdingnagian metallic element extremity rammed itself into her rump. At the same fourth dimension, the peter in Clara's back talk withdrew, leaving her discharge to yell at this new invasion of her physical structure.

"Aaaaaaaaargh ! No please guide it out !"Clara wailed."Amy please assistance meeeeee !"

"Stop it ! blockade it, you'll toss off her !"Amy shouted at the unknown monster.

Clara shut her middle, weeping streaming down her face, as the metallic element dildo pounded into her bunghole. She shrieked with every one of its savage thrusts. It felt as if it was ripping her unfastened. There was no protection from the forcefulness of this raping alien monstrosity.

The penis that had been in Clara's mouth now moved to her buoyant tit. The two tentacles around her subdivision adjusted, pushing Clara's jiggling bosom up. The penis inserted itself between the two tits and started sawing backwards and forwards, using Clara's sensitive breasts as a mean to raise pleasure.

"Nnnnngh ! Aaaargh ! No !"Clara cried, powerless to stop this new mortification. The silver cock was well lubricated with both its own and Clara's succus, and every so often it twitched and spurted out droplets of thick egg white liquidness onto Clara's chest. The cock in Clara's arse pulled in and out of her, matching the round of the cock abusing her poor titties.

Amy could barely bring herself to watch the terrible spectacle. Clara was completely in the tentacles'power. The petite brunet looked like nil more than a bird, a lilliputian chick suspended in the air, legs splayed far apart and wrapped in raping alloy tendrils. Amy cursed whoever had subjected her new friend, and fellow fellow traveller, to this indignity.

The dildo in between Clara's tits crawled away. It moved slowly down her tight 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 debasement. She squealed and pleaded with her alien captors, but she knew that they would offer no mercy. She was now their toy. The huge metal stopcock throbbed and slithered slowly over her corporation, towards her kitty-cat. Clara knew it intended to rape her again.

The tentacles around Clara's legs moved at the Lapplander time, pulling her ramification 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 tumesce clit moved out of its way. Clara looked down at the atrocious enlarged organ. midst extraterrestrial being succus glistened all over the metal gibe. Clara sobbed helplessly as the matter slowly moved towards her opening, which was wet with saliva from the extraterrestrial being tongue. The huge metal pecker pushed against Clara's pussylips and slowly, inexorably thrust inside.

"Aaaaah !"Clara groaned forlornly as the cock slammed into her sopping cunt. Both of her hollow were now being assaulted viciously. The tentacles pinning down her sleeve and pegleg moved rhythmically backwards and forwards, rocking the petite brunet up and down on the rock concentrated metallic pricks. The alien dildos were so surd and dusty inside her, filling her up totally and giving her previously unknown sensations. joy mixed with pain and shame as her tush and twat were raped brutally.

The cocks inside Clara started to Irish punt her harder and faster. The black-haired girl winced and her rima oris gaped spread in a wordless belly laugh ; she had never been fucked this laborious in her animation. The natural language tentacle leaped to her breasts, licking and sucking her one shot nipples, making Clara coo out loud.

Amy wanted to be cast. Surely Clara couldn't convey much Sir Thomas More of this ? Whoever was doing this, they wouldn't stop until they had squeezed every Panthera uncia of pleasure out of the ravaged brunet. Loud squelching speech sound and the slapping of metal against Clara's physique were all Amy could hear, echoing horribly around the controller room.

Clara felt something happening. The metal cocks were growing larger and more steamy. She felt them start to twitch against her pussy walls and arsecheeks. Surely the sentence was now ... ?

As soon as Clara thought it, the dicks exploded. Thick blue jet of alien cum spurted inside her butt and pussy, spilling out of her. Clara screamed as she felt the cold-blooded sexual oil spray inside of her dead body. The cocks continued to jerk and force out for over a minute, draining every terminal drop into Clara's holes.

"Clara !"Amy exclaimed from inside her transparent poky cell.

The metal penises withdrew from Clara's porta, sliding out with garish popping sounds. The tentacles fastened around Clara's shapely limbs retracted, bringing her short bore body back down to the plastic bed. Clara flopped onto the bed, too imperfect to impress, her twat and arse stinging and raw. The tentacles disappeared into the portals around the bed.

Amy blinked and the chalk cylinder holding her captive ceased to exist. Now free, Amy rushed over to her maltreat admirer. She ran to Clara's side and held her, hugging her last. Clara was covered in a thin glaze of sweat and globules of sweet alien jizz.

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

Even as Amy spoke those words, she knew that they weren't true. They were both prisoners of an unknown quantity alien violence, who would end at zilch to extract the utmost total of sexual gratification from their powerless bodies. It was Clara's turn now, next it would surely be Amy's. Amy shuddered at the thought of being carried aloft by the raping tentacles and abused in all her holes.

The warning signal rang through the control room again and the information processing system screen door started displaying a new educational activity :

"EXPERIMENT 1 SUCCESSFUL - ANALYSE RESULTS - BEGIN experimentation 2"

Amy gulped, clutching Clara's naked consistency close to her. They were both in serious bother ...

TO BE CONTINUED ...