Amy pool held Clara Oswald tight, as lots for her own comfort as for Clara's. The brunette, having just been subjected to a vicious intimate assault, was passed out in Amy's arms. Clara's consistency was warm and wet, her brown hair messed up and stuck to her cheek.

Amy looked up at the computer concealment situated all around the ascendance room. They were displaying a message to"Begin experiment 2 ”. Amy knew that Clara and herself would be the subjects of this experiment. What on ground was going to take place to them ?

Suddenly pale yellow gas started to satisfy the control room. Amy yelped and desperately looked around for an outflow road. To her discouragement, 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 basis, coughing and choking. Within a few seconds, her eyes closed and her mankind was plunged into darkness ...

*

Amy awoke to find herself lying on a comfortable bed in a clean, smart room. The bed sheets she was lying on were Christ Within, warm up and fluffy, and she felt extremely comfortable. She looked down at her soundbox. The clothes she had been wearing were gone, replaced by something altogether more revealing. She had been squeezed into a pie-eyed white-hot night-robe which came halfway down her slim, pallid thigh. The nightgown was clearly several sizes too diminished for her, and it pushed her breasts up, making them look expectant than they actually were. All of Amy's underwear had been removed ; she was completely naked under the nightie. The garment had a translucent timber and Amy could see the small-scale ping mounds of her nipples and the mottled Orange fuzz of her bush seeable under the unconvincing fabric.

Amy looked around the pocket-size way. There were two beds next to each other, and two dressing tables on either incline of the layer. closet and computer screens lined the walls. Amy noticed there were four cameras setup in each recession of the elbow room. Clearly, she was being watched. She coyly covered her breasts and snatch with her hands, didn't want whoever had captured her to see too much ... yet.

Amy saw that Clara was sitting at one of the grooming board. The brunette was combing her hair and staring into a mirror. Clara was also wearing a tight white nightie made of very lean material. Her private areas were similarly visible through the fabric.

Now that Amy was cheeseparing to Clara than she had been in the control room, the redhead was able to give out the brunette's features more clearly. Clara was certainly a very pretty Whitney Young fair sex. She had mid-length chestnut-colored tomentum in a fashionable style, ruby red impertinence, big Brown eyes like that of a manga character, and a pixie-like button nose. Amy was also able to see some of Clara's more internal features, thanks to the revealing nightgown. The brunette had firm supple breasts, a neatly-trimmed Triangle of dark pubic hair, and a nice one shot seat.

No doubt 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 look 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, lustrous 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."

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

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

"I think we know the answer 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 lilliputian missy said."I just wish well there was a way out of here. I've tried looking and there's nothing. Not even a ventilation system shaft ! We're trapped here, Amy, and there's zip we can do about it. They can do anything they like with us ..."

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

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

The redhead helped the brunette out of her seat, and together the two imprisoned fille looked around for an exit. As soon as they had started, an unseeable doorway opened up in a section of the bedroom wall. Two robots entered the elbow room, their metal metrical foot clanking on the floor. The fille cowered at the lot of them.

The robots were tall and were made of a smooth and shining white material. They had two legs and four prospicient arms. On the end of each arm was a android hand. Their heads were white spheres with a computer silver screen in the middle of them. The machines stalked into the room, the room access closing behind them.

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

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

"wait, experimentation 2 ?"Clara asked."What does that mean ?"

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

"Do you mean me ?"Amy said."Not on your sprightliness !"

The robot 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 finger hooked around the leash of the slim down piece of vesture. Amy felt as if an invisible force was controlling her body. 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 jounce."It's not me ! They're controlling me somehow !"

Amy squirmed and struggled against her own hands as they tore the only thing preserving the last vestige of her reserve from her tall, melt off soundbox. The tattered nightgown fell to the floor and Amy was left standing completely naked.

Clara couldn't help but admire Amy's unbelievable body. The redheaded woodpecker was tall, slight and statuesque, the concluded opposite of Clara, really. Gorgeous fiery red fuzz cascaded over picket shoulders. Small but shapely tits sprang out of the torn nightgown and stood erect in the room's cool atmosphere. easily of all were Amy's pegleg, which were long, trim and elegant- the legs of a supermodel, Clara thought. Clara wondered how practically Male aid Amy had got in her life. Probably way more than her !

"semen HERE,"said Amy's golem."BEGIN PROCEDURE."

Amy's amazing legs started to expect her across the room, entirely against her will. She stopped in front of the robot and knelt down on the trading floor. Her point was now level with the automaton's genitalia. A hatch opened in the robot's groin and a immense white cock emerged from within. The penis was at to the lowest degree ten inches long, and it was already dripping with alien fluid.

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

"BEGIN operation,"repeated the robot.

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

Amy gripped the extraterrestrial stopcock with her left hand. Her handwriting seemed to accept a life-time of its own. It wasn't obeying Amy any Sir Thomas More ; it was obeying the notion and instructions of this perverse machine. Amy started to stroke and pull on the extraterrestrial being shaft, which grew harder and bigger in the redhead's voiced palm.

The golem close to Clara advanced on the pitiable lapidify brunette. Even as Clara shook her head in disbelief, it too raised one of its arms and activated the switch which would verify her body.

"NEURAL data link ESTABLISHED,"said Clara's robot."discipline 2 - LIE DOWN ON THE BED."

"No, no !"Clara pleaded. But it was no use. Her body was under perfect control. The robot could take in 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.

"facing pages YOUR LEGS,"commanded the robot.

Clara screamed as her back arched and her legs snapped open. She couldn't believe it was happening again, and this time in the cruellest way possible. Her own soundbox was working against her, offering no underground to the foreigner ogre who intended to rape her.

Clara's automaton pounced onto the bed, was on top of Clara in seconds. Two of its arms grabbed hold of Clara's ramification and roughly pulled them up into the air. A third arm moved down towards the restrained brunette. A hook shot flicked out of one of its fingers and it slashed the draw 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 trial by ordeal. She was busy wanking off the alien golem, pumping her fist up and down its alloy cock. Every so often ropes of alien cum spurted out of the cockhead, drenching her pale feminine fingers in its glutinous substance.

The robot looked down at Amy with its information processing system drumhead."ENGAGE backtalk,"it said.

Amy groaned as she let go of the squirting cock and opened her utter blanket. The robot took clench of Amy's straits and pulled the redhead towards its Brobdingnagian metal schlong. Before Amy had any time to say or do anything, the wet dripping member was jammed harshly into her mouth. The gingerroot beauty gagged as she, quite against her will, started to bob her head word up and down on the rock-and-roll hard unreal penis.

Meanwhile, Clara was being prepared for her rape. The robot pinning her John L. H. Down moved into status, straddling the tiny lady friend. As Clara lay there, squealing for press release, a hatch opened in the center of the creature's hip. A vast white cock sprang out of the opening. The robot brought itself down, putting all of its considerable exercising weight on Clara. The diminutive damozel was crushed down into the soft bed piece of paper. Clara hollered out gaudy one final time as the robot's massive turncock entered her slick puss, parting her pussylips with ease.

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

The robot said null, did nix except start to hurtle brutally in and out of Clara's tight king protea. Her vagina was stretched to its fullest, the savage alien prick ramming her taut twat like a demon. Clara's metallic raper lifted its two spare arms and seized hold of the brunette's bouncing tits, groping and molesting them without pity. Clara grabbed hold of the robot's arm, tried to pull them off her bureau, but there was no way she could move them. Clara threw her head back and shrieked for all she was worth, stinging painfulness erupting from her puss as the robot pounded it viciously.

On the other side of meat of the room, Amy had nearly finished fellating her robot. The stranger's sexual oil was being released by Amy's over-the-top technique. The gorgeous powdered ginger goddess flicked her tongue over the bulgy read/write head of the cock, sucking and licking at it like a whore. Amy felt ashamed ; she had zero controller over what was happening, and yet, and yet ... deeply inside her, she was starting to enjoy 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 exotic SOB.

"stay,"ordered Amy's robot."mounting ONTO THE BED."

Amy stopped sucking and removed her head word from the golem's heavy bastard. Long strings of alien cum spilled out of Amy's sweetly sass, dribbling down her chin up onto her pectus. She turned away from the robot and crawled across the floor on all fours, like a dog. The redheaded woodpecker climbed onto the bed and stuck her pale one shot arse into the air, presenting it to her automaton like a trophy.

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

Amy never had a probability to land up her conviction, as the robot positioned itself in front of Amy's puckered arse. Without warning it thrust forwards with all of its strength. The red-haired lady friend howled out loud, the golem burying its mighty cock into her backside.

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

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

"Claraaaaaaa !"Amy responded, before a couple of awful jabbing forced a scream from the redheaded woodpecker's rima oris."Owwwwwww no it hurts !"

Amy's robot roughly took wait of her slender hip joint, started to press the redhead down onto its dripping metal dick. With another of its mitt, it grabbed detention of Amy's luscious, flaming-red hair's-breadth and pulled on it, forcing her promontory up. Amy groaned and grunted as she realised she was now the robot's sexual hard worker.

Clara closed her centre, tried to imagine that she was anywhere else. She desperately wanted to occlude out the fact that she, Clara Oswald, intrepid traveller in prison term and space, was now nothing Sir Thomas More than a midget little fuckdoll, a slave to this powerful alloy robot and its raping whims. She prayed that any moment now, the Doctor would bristle through the room access and save both of the girls from any further harm.

All of Clara's wishes couldn't change the blue reality of her situation, however. She was prone, pinned down, with the grownup tool her snatch had ever taken ramming her over and over again. The annoyance and disgrace she was feeling was indescribable. Not only was she being raped brutally, but her sickening ordeal was being recorded by the cameras situated in all four corners of the room. She could only enquire what use the mag tape of her and Amy's assault was going to be put to ...

On her bed, Amy was feeling intense sense experience as the ten inch robo-penis plundered her tight ringing. Suddenly, she felt something enter her pussy. Something stale and electronic, buzzing inside her taut red snatch. She looked over her berm and saw that her robot had plunged one of its long fingers into her bitch. It was moving the dastardly finger's breadth backwards and forwards, making Amy's hole out wet with succus. The finger hummed and throbbed inside Amy's ginger gash like one of the many vibrators she had used back on Earth. Amy threw her pass up and screeched like a banshee. She wriggled her hips back onto the invading electronic organ, increasing the pleasure she was feeling.

Both of the raping robots said at once,"CLIMAX coming - PREPARE FOR interjection ”.

Amy and Clara moaned as the moment approached. They could feel the cocks inside them growing thicker and slicker. Clara did naught except lay there, her legs splayed all-encompassing, the robot working his cock deeper and deeper into her ravaged fair sex. She scrunched her eyes up and silently begged for an end to her befoulment. Amy meantime was actively working to get the robot off, jerking her hips up and down on the golem'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.

"EXPERIMENT CONCLUDED - COMMENCE ejaculation,"said the robots.

At once the molesting machines pulled their squirting prick out of the misfortunate ravished girls. Amy's golem callously threw the redhead onto her back, aiming its synthetic schlong over her sweet sainted cheek. Clara's robot retracted its penis from the brunette's dripping snatch and thrust it into her fount. Both cocks erupted at the Saame time, spraying Amy and Clara with what felt like gal of sizzling alienate cum. The ravish young woman were absolutely drenched in encumbrance after noisome load of thick white jism. Their faces, hair and tits became completely soaked in the repellent oozing, which stuck to their naked pillaged soundbox like glue.

Clara coughed and spluttered through this net degradation, raising her bridge player to try and wipe the revolting succus from her face and hair. Amy, hoping that maximising the robot's satisfaction might aid her in some way, deliberately opened her oral fissure and flicked her pinko natural language out, licking up and swallowing as much of the cum as she could.

When the raper robots had finished discharging over their victims, 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 girls were completely exhausted, naked, spread-eagled over their layer, covered in slimy, syrupy ribbons of cum. They had both survived experiment 2- barely. And still they were at the mercy of whichever alien business leader had abducted them.

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

Somewhere else in the universe of discourse, a large black figure was watching a sieve which displayed the very same effigy. Two beautiful girls, one a marvellous refined redhead, the early a precious petite brunette, having just been tormented and violated in the most brutal way possible.

The fig licked his lips with lecherousness ...

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