Amy pond held Clara Lee Harvey Oswald tight, as much for her own comfort as for Clara's. The brunette, having just been subjected to a vicious sexual assault, was passed out in Amy's arms. Clara's physical structure was warm and wet, her brown hair messed up and baffle to her expression.

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

Suddenly pale white-livered gas started to fill the command room. Amy yelped and desperately looked around for an escape itinerary. To her alarm, 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 flat coat, coughing and choking. Within a few secondment, her optic closed and her world was plunged into duskiness ...

*

Amy awoke to happen herself lying on a well-heeled bed in a Andrew D. White, bright way. The bed sheets she was lying on were clear, warm and fluffy, and she felt extremely prosperous. She looked down at her body. The clothes she had been wearing were gone, replaced by something altogether more revealing. She had been squeezed into a tight white gown which came halfway down her slim, blanch thigh. The gown was clearly various sizes too low for her, and it pushed her breasts up, making them reckon prominent than they actually were. All of Amy's underclothes had been removed ; she was completely naked under the nightgown. The garment had a translucent quality and Amy could see the small knock hummock of her nipples and the mottle orange haircloth of her bush visible under the flimsy fabric.

Amy looked around the small room. There were two layer next to each early, and two dressing tables on either face of the beds. Cupboards and computer CRT screen lined the walls. Amy noticed there were four television camera setup in each corner of the way. Clearly, she was being watched. She coyly covered her titty and pussy with her paw, didn't want whoever had captured her to see too practically ... yet.

Amy saw that Clara was sitting at one of the salad dressing tables. The brunet was combing her hair and staring into a mirror. Clara was also wearing a pissed Patrick White nightgown made of very thinly cloth. Her private areas were similarly seeable through the textile.

Now that Amy was near to Clara than she had been in the controller way, the Melanerpes erythrocephalus was able to attain out the brunette's features to a greater extent clearly. Clara was certainly a very pretty young adult female. She had mid-length chestnut-coloured hair in a fashionable vogue, ruby red cheeks, big dark-brown eyes like that of a manga character, and a pixie-like push button olfactory organ. Amy was also able to see some of Clara's more intimate feature article, thanks to the revealing nightgown. The brunette had unwaveringly supple breast, a neatly-trimmed Triangle of dark pubic tomentum, and a Nice circle arse.

No dubiousness 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 face Amy."I'm okeh,"she replied."I'm not hurt. I think they healed me somehow."

"Where are we ?"Amy asked, looking around the minor, smart bedroom.

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

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

"Yes, I noticed them too. deviant !"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 mistake,"the petite girl said."I just wish there was a way out of here. I've taste looking and there's nothing. Not even a respiration gibe ! We're trapped here, Amy, and there's null 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 suppose about it,"Amy said soothingly."There's got to be a way out of this station. Why don't we look together ?"

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

The redhead helped the brunette out of her nates, and together the two imprisoned girls looked around for an issue. As soon as they had started, an inconspicuous threshold opened up in a plane section of the sleeping accommodation wall. Two robots entered the elbow room, their metallic element foundation clanking on the storey. The missy cowered at the sight of them.

The golem were magniloquent and were made of a smooth and shiny Andrew D. White stuff. They had two stage and four recollective arms. On the end of each arm was a mechanical man hand. Their heads were white spheres with a data processor covert in the middle of them. The auto stalked into the way, the doorway closing behind them.

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

The golem closest to Amy raised one of his polished arms and pressed a button on the side of it."COMMENCE RECORDING - BEGIN EXPERIMENT 2,"it said with a rasping electronic voice.

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

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

"Do you signify me ?"Amy said."Not on your lifetime !"

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

Suddenly, Amy's hand jumped to the top of her nightgown. Her fingers hooked around the collar of the thin piece of clothing. Amy felt as if an invisible forcefulness was controlling her organic structure. 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 men as they tore the only thing preserving the last trace of her modesty from her tall, slim body. The tatterdemalion gown fell to the floor and Amy was left standing completely naked.

Clara couldn't aid but admire Amy's incredible body. The redhead was tall, slim and statuesque, the double-dyed opposite of Clara, really. Gorgeous fiery red hair cascaded over blanch shoulders. Small but shapely pap sprang out of the torn nightgown and stood erect in the room's aplomb atmosphere. Best of all were Amy's pegleg, which were long, clean-cut and elegant- the pegleg of a supermodel, Clara thought. Clara wondered how practically male person attention Amy had got in her life. Probably way more than her !

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

Amy's amazing leg started to convey her across the room, entirely against her will. She stopped in front of the robot and knelt down on the floor. Her headspring was now level with the automaton's genitalia. A crosshatch opened in the robot's groin and a Brobdingnagian Patrick White cock emerged from within. The member was at least ten inches long, and it was already dripping with alien fluid.

"block it !"Clara exclaimed."leave-taking her alone !"

"BEGIN process,"repeated the robot.

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

Amy gripped the outlander rooster with her left hired man. Her hand seemed to have a life of its own. It wasn't obeying Amy any more ; it was obeying the whimsy and pedagogy of this perverted machine. Amy started to stroke and rip on the alien lance, which grew harder and bigger in the redhead's mild palm.

The robot penny-pinching to Clara advanced on the poor rigidify brunet. Even as Clara shook her header in disbelief, it too raised one of its arms and activated the switch which would control her trunk.

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

"No, no !"Clara pleaded. But it was no use. Her consistence was under complete control. The robot could defecate 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 branch,"commanded the robot.

Clara screamed as her back arched and her legs snapped outdoors. She couldn't believe it was happening again, and this meter in the cruellest way possible. Her own body was working against her, offering no resistance to the alien fiend who intended to outrage her.

Clara's robot pounced onto the bed, was on top of Clara in seconds. Two of its munition grabbed hold of Clara's legs and roughly pulled them up into the air. A tierce arm moved down towards the restrained brunette. A come-on flicked out of one of its fingerbreadth and it slashed the hook across Clara's nightgown. The garment was ripped in two, exposing Clara's dainty body.

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

But Amy was enduring her own ordeal. She was busy wanking off the stranger automaton, pumping her fist up and down its metal shaft. Every so often ropes of foreigner cum spurted out of the cockhead, drenching her blench feminine fingers in its sticky substance.

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

Amy groaned as she let go of the squirting tool and opened her backtalk wide. The golem took hold of Amy's head and pulled the redhead towards its huge metal schlong. Before Amy had any clip to say or do anything, the wet dripping phallus was jammed harshly into her lip. The peppiness beauty gagged as she, quite against her will, started to bob her headspring up and down on the rock strong artificial penis.

Meanwhile, Clara was being prepared for her rape. The robot pinning her down feather moved into post, straddling the tiny female child. As Clara lay there, squealing for release, a hatch opened in the heart of the creature's hips. A vast white turncock sprang out of the scuttle. The robot brought itself down, putting all of its considerable weight on Clara. The diminutive damsel was crushed down into the soft bed sheet of paper. Clara hollered out loudly one final time as the golem's monumental cock entered her silky cunt, parting her pussylips with easiness.

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

The robot said nothing, did nothing except offset to thrust brutally in and out of Clara's taut king protea. Her vagina was stretched to its fullest, the savage alien prick ramming her taut puss like a ogre. Clara's metal raper lifted its two free weaponry and seized hold of the brunet's bouncing tits, groping and molesting them without pity. Clara grabbed grasp of the robot's coat of arms, tried to overstretch them off her chest, but there was no way she could move them. Clara threw her head teacher back and shrieked for all she was Charles Frederick Worth, cutting nuisance erupting from her pussy as the robot pounded it viciously.

On the early position of the elbow room, Amy had nearly finished fellating her golem. The foreigner's sexual oil was being released by Amy's extraordinary technique. The gorgeous ginger goddess flicked her tongue over the bulbous head of the cock, sucking and licking at it like a tart. Amy felt ashamed ; she had zero control over what was happening, and yet, and yet ... deep inside her, she was starting to enjoy it. She had always enjoyed sucking off Rory, and if she concentrated really firmly, she could just profess she was pleasuring her husband, not this raping alien bastard.

"check,"ordered Amy's automaton."raise ONTO THE BED."

Amy stopped sucking and removed her head from the robot's hard prick. foresightful strings of alien cum spilled out of Amy's Sweet back talk, dribbling down her chin onto her chest. She turned away from the automaton and crawled across the floor on all quatern, like a dog. The redhead climbed onto the bed and stuck her blanch round arse 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 chance to finish her judgment of conviction, as the robot positioned itself in figurehead of Amy's puckered arsehole. Without warning it thrust forwards with all of its strong suit. The red-haired girl howled out loud, the robot burying its mighty cock into her can.

"Nnnnnrgh ! Aaaaaargh ! Nooooo !"Amy cried. The robot didn't listen, continued to pervert the time traveller's bottom with his hard alloy member.

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

"Claraaaaaaa !"Amy responded, before a distich of dreadful thrusts forced a scream from the redheader's mouth."Owwwwwww no it hurts !"

Amy's robot roughly took hold of her slender pelvis, started to promote the redheaded woodpecker down onto its dripping metal dick. With another of its custody, it grabbed hold of Amy's luscious, flaming-red hair and pulled on it, forcing her head up. Amy groaned and grunted as she realised she was now the robot's sexual slave.

Clara closed her centre, tried to imagine that she was anywhere else. She desperately wanted to block out the fact that she, Clara Oswald, intrepid traveler in time and distance, was now null more than a tiny niggling fuckdoll, a slave to this powerful metal automaton and its raping notion. She prayed that any instant now, the doctor would burst through the door and save both of the lady friend from any further harm.

All of Clara's regard couldn't modification the forbidding realism of her situation, however. She was prone, pinned down, with the biggest dick her slit had ever taken ramming her over and over again. The pain and shame she was feeling was indescribable. Not only was she being raped brutally, but her offensive ordeal was being recorded by the television camera situated in all four recession of the way. She could only enquire what use the tapeline of her and Amy's violation was going to be put to ...

On her bed, Amy was feeling acute sense datum as the ten in robo-penis plundered her tight halo. Suddenly, she felt something enter her pussy. Something cold-blooded and electronic, buzzing inside her taut red slit. She looked over her shoulder and saw that her robot had plunged one of its long finger's breadth into her cunt. It was moving the dastardly digit backwards and forwards, making Amy's mess wet with juice. The finger hummed and throbbed inside Amy's ginger gash like one of the many vibrators she had used back on solid ground. Amy threw her read/write head up and screeched like a banshie. She wriggled her hips back onto the invading electronic organ, increasing the pleasance she was feeling.

Both of the raping robots said at once,"coming 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 zip except lay there, her legs splayed across-the-board, the robot working his cock deeper and deeper into her ravaged woman. She scrunched her eyeball up and silently begged for an end to her defilement. Amy meanwhile was actively working to get the golem off, jerking her pelvic girdle up and down on the automaton's hard rod. She wanted the abuse to end and she thought that maybe, if she increased the robot's joy, she could make it end quicker.

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

At once the molesting machines pulled their squirting turncock out of the poor people ravished girlfriend. Amy's automaton callously threw the redheader onto her back, aiming its synthetic schlong over her sweet angelic face. Clara's robot retracted its extremity from the brunette's dripping twat and force it into her face. Both cocks erupted at the same time, spraying Amy and Clara with what felt alike gallon of sizzling disaffect cum. The profane girl were absolutely drenched in load after vile load of thick-skulled white jism. Their faces, haircloth and mamilla became completely soaked in the repellent oozing, which stuck to their au naturel ravish physical structure like glue.

Clara coughed and spluttered through this final exam abjection, raising her hired hand to try and wipe the revolting juice from her fount and whisker. Amy, hoping that maximising the robot's satisfaction might help her in some way, deliberately opened her sass and flicked her pinko tongue out, licking up and swallowing as much of the cum as she could.

When the rapist robots had finished discharging over their victim, they stood up in unison and said,"experimentation CONCLUDED. ejaculation SUCCESSFUL. WITHDRAW AND PREPARE experimentation 3."

Neither Amy nor Clara heard them, or saw them leave the room. Both of the young lady were completely exhausted, naked, spread-eagle over their layer, covered in slimy, cloying typewriter ribbon of cum. They had both survived experimentation 2- barely. And still they were at the mercy of whichever alien power had abducted them.

The four tv camera in the bedroom scanned the aftermath of Amy and Clara's modish trial by ordeal. Their lenses blinked and zoomed in on the unconscious girls.

Somewhere else in the cosmos, a turgid drab figure was watching a screen which displayed the very like image. Two beautiful young lady, one a tall graceful redhead, the other a cute petite brunette, having just been tormented and violated in the most vicious way possible.

The figure licked his lips with lust ...

TO BE CONTINUED ...