Clara awoke to get a line a low hum sound all around her. She opened her heart and was shocked to feel that she was no longer in the TARDIS. She was lying, completed naked and her legs splayed, on a sang-froid charge card bed that gently pulsed with E. B. White light. The bed was situated in the middle of a enceinte, circular restraint room, with many dialog box and computing device screenland all along the rampart. Some of the reckoner silver screen were displaying random alien text ; others were showing images of outer space.

Clara started to panic when she realised that her hands and metrical foot were restrained to the bed by thickheaded metallic element straps. Where was she, and what on Earth was happening ?

"Hey, what's going on ?"Clara cried out, struggling against the closely metal alliance."medico ? Where am I ?"

Then Clara heard a aristocratical knocking sound coming from behind her. She craned her neck as much as her adherence would allow, looking in the management of the strait. On the inverse side of the ascendance room, there was a magnanimous chalk piston chamber. Standing inside the piston chamber was a improbable, slim young fair sex not much younger than Clara herself, perhaps about 5ft 10 in acme. She had smooth sick skin, yummy long red fuzz that glowed like fire, and long shapely legs that seemed to go on forever. Unlike Clara, the cleaning woman was fully clothed, wearing marvellous black heel, a gold-coloured miniskirt, a tight Black top and shadow dungaree cap.

Before Clara could speak, the woman said,"Please, don't be afraid ! I'm a captive here too !"The woman spoke in a cushy Scots English accent.

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

"My name is Amy pool,"the young Scots English adult female 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 hours. You arrived only a short meter ago."

"Doctor ?"Clara asked."Did you say MD ?"

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

Clara leaned her head back to try and get a ripe look at the tall redhead."But that's unacceptable !"Clara exclaimed."The MD is my supporter ! I was travelling in the TARDIS with him, and then future thing I know I'm lying here !"

Amy smiled and asked,"Department of Energy your Doctor look like a young nerd with floppy hair and a bowtie ?"

Clara's constraint clinked as she shifted about on the bed."Yes, he did ! But then he changed. Into an older man with Stanford White 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 point in time in time. Somehow or other, we were both captured and taken here. I think this is some variety of spaceship."

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

"Well, 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 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 Scripture since I got here."

Clara relaxed, let her psyche crepuscule back on the bed."We'll just sustain to flirt the waiting secret plan, then. Maybe the doc will be here soon. He must be looking for us."

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

Just then, a aloud consternation rang out through the control room. Several of the computer sieve started displaying the next text edition :

"TARGETS ACQUIRED - NEURAL radio link existence ESTABLISHED - COMMENCE experiment"

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 indisputable everything is going to be very well !"

All of a sudden, portals opened up on Clara's bed. Clara looked down in affright. Out of the portals came six boneheaded metal tentacles. Two of them coiled around her ankles. Another two latched onto her limb, looping around several metre until they were taut. The net two snaked underneath Clara's consistency, wrapping themselves around her waist.

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

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

The tentacles- or whoever was controlling them- didn't respond. Clara's handcuffs and human foot restraint snapped back, freeing her hand and ft. But there was no escaping now- the tentacles held her fast. Clara struggled in their powerful grip, desperately trying to twist herself free. It was no use. Her infirm shape and bone was no match for the strength of the alien technology.

The side by side thing Clara knew, the tentacles were lifting her tiny naked soundbox into the air. She tried kicking out with her implements of war and legs, but all her struggles were to no avail. It had no event on the behaviour of the tentacles. She was their prisoner, and it was exonerate that they could do whatever they liked with her.

One of the tentacles around Clara's shank started to travel 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 discover dark pussycat !

"No, wait, delight stop !"Clara pleaded with her captors as the tentacle inched faithful to her flyspeck rap mound.

"leave her alone ! break it now !"Amy cried out, ineffective to help oneself her brunette friend.

The tentacles around Clara's shine branch coiled further up to her second joint. They started to go apart, wrenching Clara's stage 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 shape, growing a long silver tongue. The spit was wet with semitransparent unknown saliva, dripping and drooling onto the command way floor. The tentacle reared up like an animal about to attack, and then it pounced on Clara's womanhood.

Clara screamed louder than ever as the invading alien spit licked and sucked at her most tender area."Nooooooo !"she cried out loud, sobbing, as she felt the approximative appendage slobber and stroke from the rear of her first step to the top. foreigner spittle mixed with Clara's own sexual succus as the synthetic natural language found Clara's clitoris, working it mercilessly.

The other tentacle around Clara's waist drew back, and also started to change. It grew wider and longer, forming a immense Ag member. The artificial cock was at least ten inches long.

Clara's eyes widened as the penis hovered above her school principal."No, please, no !"she wailed. Before she had clock time to say anything else, the pecker launched itself into her pouting oral cavity, filling her throat in one brutal movement. Clara groaned, unable to do anything except lie there, as the giant penis started to slowly thrust in and out of the time traveller's sweet-flavored mouth.

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

Clara moaned as both her pussy and rima oris were being ravished by the uncaring exotic tech. The hammer ramming itself down her throat was so big, she was sealed it was going to slip her jaw. The metallic element penis was coated in some form of stranger lubricator, and these mixed with Clara's saliva to aid its progress in facefucking her alike nutcase. Clara gagged various times as the fierce unknown bastard forced itself further into her mouth, smashing against her tonsils.

One of the tentacles around Clara's ramification also began to change, turning into another huge metal penis. This one slithered down, over Clara's bare back and articulatio coxae, edging towards her tight puckered arse. Clara shook her principal in despair, moaned as she felt the alien dildo caress her bare posterior. She clenched her pert buttcheeks together, praying that the tentacle would allow this part of her alone. She had never done anal before, and was sure it would spite. There was no way the tentacle was going to be aristocratic !

Then, quick as a jiffy and to Clara's repugnance, the immense metallic element phallus rammed itself into her tail end. At the same time, the prick in Clara's mouthpiece withdrew, leaving her free to scream at this new encroachment of her body.

"Aaaaaaaaargh ! No please take it out !"Clara wailed."Amy please assist meeeeee !"

"Stop it ! check it, you'll kill her !"Amy shouted at the extraterrestrial monster.

Clara shut her heart, tears streaming down her brass, as the alloy dildo pounded into her stern. She shrieked with every one of its savage knife thrust. It felt as if it was ripping her unfastened. There was no protection from the force of this raping alien monstrosity.

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

"Nnnnngh ! Aaaargh ! No !"Clara cried, powerless to intercept this new humiliation. The atomic number 47 shaft was well lubricated with both its own and Clara's juice, and every so often it twitched and spurted out droplets of thick albumen liquid onto Clara's bosom. The cock in Clara's arse pulled in and out of her, matching the cycle of the cock abusing her misfortunate titties.

Amy could barely bestow herself to find out the horrific spectacle. Clara was completely in the tentacles'power. The lilliputian brunet looked like nothing more than a chick, a tiny doll suspended in the air, legs splayed far apart and wrapped in raping metal tendrils. Amy cursed whoever had subjected her new friend, and fellow companion, to this indignity.

The dildo in between Clara's nipple crawled away. It moved slowly down her squiffy body, spurting alien cum as it went. Clara followed the tentacle with horror. She knew where it was heading, what it wanted from her. The final exam degradation. She squealed and pleaded with her extraterrestrial being captor, but she knew that they would bid no clemency. She was now their toy. The Brobdingnagian metal tool throbbed and slithered slowly over her corporation, towards her slit. Clara knew it intended to rape her again.

The tentacles around Clara's wooden leg moved at the Lapp meter, pulling her peg even wider apart, stretching Clara's petite body out. The alloy dildo approached Clara's pussy. The glossa which had been relentlessly licking at Clara's swollen clit moved out of its way. Clara looked down at the horrible magnify organ. Thick extraterrestrial juices glistened all over the metal shaft. Clara sobbed helplessly as the affair slowly moved towards her orifice, which was wet with saliva from the unknown glossa. The Brobdingnagian metal cock pushed against Clara's pussylips and slowly, inexorably thrust inside.

"Aaaaah !"Clara groaned forlornly as the rooster slammed into her sopping cunt. Both of her holes were now being assaulted viciously. The tentacles pinning down her sleeve and leg moved rhythmically backwards and forwards, rocking the petite brunette up and down on the rock hard metallic whoreson. The exotic dildos were so laborious and frigid inside her, filling her up totally and giving her previously unknown wizard. pleasure mixed with pain in the ass and pity as her bottom and twat were raped brutally.

The pecker inside Clara started to Ezra Pound her harder and faster. The dark-haired girl winced and her mouth gaped exposed in a mute riot ; she had never been fucked this hard in her life. The glossa tentacle leaped to her breasts, licking and sucking her cycle mammilla, making Clara coo out loud.

Amy wanted to be vomit. Surely Clara couldn't necessitate much Thomas More of this ? Whoever was doing this, they wouldn't stop until they had squeezed every apothecaries' ounce of pleasance out of the ravaged brunette. Loud squelching phone and the slapping of metal against Clara's human body were all Amy could hear, echoing horribly around the ascendancy way.

Clara felt something happening. The metal cocks were growing prominent and more aroused. She felt them commence to twitch against her pussy walls and arsecheeks. Surely the time was now ... ?

As soon as Clara thought it, the putz exploded. Thick jets of noncitizen cum spurted inside her butt and pussy, spilling out of her. Clara screamed as she felt the cold sexual oil spray inside of her body. The tool continued to twitch and squeeze out for over a second, draining every last drop curtain into Clara's holes.

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

The metal penises withdrew from Clara's orifices, sliding out with loud popping sounds. The tentacles fastened around Clara's shapely tree branch retracted, bringing her misfortunate jade consistency back down to the plastic bed. Clara flopped onto the bed, too debile to be active, her pussy and arse stinging and raw. The tentacles disappeared into the portal vein around the bed.

Amy blinked and the glass cylinder holding her captive ceased to survive. Now free, Amy rushed over to her abused friend. She ran to Clara's side and held her, hugging her closing curtain. Clara was covered in a thin glaze of sweat and globules of sweet-smelling alien jizz.

"Clara ? Clara, are you alright ?"Amy asked, tearful. Clara could say nothing, was practically passed out in Amy's implements of war. The redheader stroked the brunette's shiny colored hair, trying to comfort her."Don't worry, it's alright. It's all over now."

Even as Amy spoke those Book, she knew that they weren't true. They were both prisoners of an unknown alien force out, who would arrest at nothing to educe the last quantity of sexual gratification from their powerless trunk. It was Clara's number 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 alarum rang through the dominance way again and the computer screens started displaying a new didactics :

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

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

TO BE CONTINUED ...