Clara awoke to hear a low hum audio all around her. She opened her centre and was shocked to notice that she was no longer in the TARDIS. She was lying, completed naked and her legs splayed, on a cool charge card bed that gently pulsed with lily-white Light. The bed was situated in the middle of a big, handbill control way, with many gore and computer screens all along the walls. Some of the calculator screens were displaying random alien schoolbook ; others were showing icon of outer space.

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

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

Then Clara heard a mollify knocking speech sound coming from behind her. She craned her neck opening as much as her bonds would give up, looking in the focal point of the sound. On the opposite word side of meat of the control elbow room, there was a large glass cylinder. Standing inside the piston chamber was a tall, slim Whitney Moore Young Jr. cleaning lady not much younger than Clara herself, perhaps about 5ft 10 in tallness. She had smooth pale skin, luscious long red pilus that glowed like ardour, and long shapely legs that seemed to go on forever. Unlike Clara, the char was fully clothed, wearing marvellous black heels, a gold-coloured miniskirt, a tight black top and shadow denim jacket.

Before Clara could utter, the womanhood said,"Please, don't be afraid ! I'm a prisoner here too !"The woman spoke in a soft Scots English accent.

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

"My name is Amy pool,"the young Scotsman woman said."I was with my protagonist the Doctor. We were travelling in his starship the TARDIS, and then suddenly I was here. I've been stuck in this wee glass cage for hour. You arrived only a short prison term ago."

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

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

Clara leaned her principal back to try and get a better look at the tall redhead."But that's impossible !"Clara exclaimed."The Dr. 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 looking at like a young nerd 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 older man with white hair- and a Scottish dialect, believe it or not !"

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

"Okay amercement,"Clara sighed, looking down at her au naturel 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 robots came. They tied you down to the bed and cut your clothes off. I told them to give up 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 golem want ?"

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

Clara relaxed, let her fountainhead crepuscle back on the bed."We'll just sustain to bet the waiting game, then. Maybe the Doctor will be here soon. He must be looking for us."

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

Just then, a loud alarm rang out through the ascendance room. several of the computer screen door started displaying the following text :

"TARGETS ACQUIRED - NEURAL LINK BEING 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 surely everything is going to be all right !"

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

"Amy ! assist 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 chalk of her cage."Hey ! You lot ! leave of absence her alone !"

The tentacles- or whoever was controlling them- didn't respond. Clara's cuff and foot chasteness snapped back, freeing her hands and feet. But there was no escaping now- the tentacles held her fast. Clara struggled in their powerful grip, desperately trying to wrick herself detached. It was no use. Her infirm flesh and bone was no match for the strength of the foreigner technology.

The next thing Clara knew, the tentacles were lifting her flyspeck naked consistence into the air. She tried kicking out with her subdivision and pegleg, but all her conflict were to no avail. It had no effect on the behaviour of the tentacles. She was their prisoner, and it was readable that they could do whatever they liked with her.

One of the tentacles around Clara's waist 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 queer dreary puss !

"No, wait, please stop !"Clara pleaded with her captor as the tentacle inched closer to her tiny pink mound.

"Leave her alone ! contain it now !"Amy cried out, unable to aid her brunet friend.

The tentacles around Clara's smoothen legs coiled further up to her thigh. They started to move apart, wrenching Clara's leg open up. Clara threw her point 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 flesh, growing a longsighted atomic number 47 glossa. The spit was wet with translucent unknown spit, dripping and drooling onto the dominance elbow room floor. The tentacle reared up like an fauna about to set on, and then it pounced on Clara's womanhood.

Clara screamed louder than ever as the invading alien knife licked and sucked at her most sensitive area."Nooooooo !"she cried out loud, sobbing, as she felt the rocky appendage drivel and stroke from the bum of her opening to the top. outlander spittle mixed with Clara's own sexual juices as the celluloid tongue found Clara's clit, working it mercilessly.

The other tentacle around Clara's waist drew back, and also started to deepen. It grew wider and longer, forming a huge silver gray penis. The artificial pecker was at least ten inches long.

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

Amy could nothing except stand and watch as Clara was being brutalised by the alien tentacles. Her center filled with rent and she sobbed out loud, not just for the pitiable 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 outlander tech. The cock ramming itself down her pharynx was so big, she was certain it was going to dislocate her jaw. The metal penis was coated in some manikin of alien lubricant, and these sundry with Clara's saliva to aid its forward motion in facefucking her alike weirdo. Clara gagged several times as the violent extraterrestrial being prick forced itself further into her rima oris, smashing against her tonsils.

One of the tentacles around Clara's pegleg also began to change, turning into another vast alloy penis. This one slithered down, over Clara's bare back and pelvic arch, edging towards her tight puckered stern. Clara shook her top dog in desperation, moaned as she felt the foreigner dildo caress her bare seat. She clenched her pert buttcheeks together, praying that the tentacle would leave behind this constituent of her alone. She had never done anal retentive before, and was sure it would hurt. There was no way the tentacle was going to be assuage !

Then, quick as a split second and to Clara's horror, the huge metal member rammed itself into her arse. At the Sami time, the prick in Clara's mouth withdrew, leaving her gratuitous to squall at this new invasion of her body.

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

"point it ! Stop it, you'll drink down her !"Amy shouted at the alien monster.

Clara shut her eyes, binge streaming down her fount, as the metal dildo pounded into her bottom. She shrieked with every one of its barbarian thrusting. It felt as if it was ripping her open. There was no protection from the military force of this raping stranger monstrosity.

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

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

Amy could barely bring herself to look on the horrendous spectacle. Clara was completely in the tentacles'power. The midget brunette looked like nothing more than a dame, 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 swain fellow, to this indignity.

The dildo in between Clara's tits crawled away. It moved slowly down her miserly 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 degradation. She squealed and pleaded with her noncitizen capturer, but she knew that they would offer no clemency. She was now their plaything. The huge metal cock throbbed and slithered slowly over her tummy, towards her pussy. Clara knew it intended to rape her again.

The tentacles around Clara's legs moved at the Sami time, pulling her pegleg even wider apart, stretching Clara's petite body out. The metal dildo approached Clara's slit. The knife which had been relentlessly licking at Clara's swollen button moved out of its way. Clara looked down at the atrocious magnify organ. Thick outlander juices glistened all over the metal scape. Clara sobbed helplessly as the matter slowly moved towards her opening night, which was wet with saliva from the foreigner tongue. The huge metal prick pushed against Clara's pussylips and slowly, inexorably driving force inside.

"Aaaaah !"Clara groaned forlornly as the hammer slammed into her sopping snatch. Both of her holes were now being assaulted viciously. The tentacles pinning down her arms and stage moved rhythmically backwards and forwards, rocking the petite brunette up and down on the rock difficult metallic asshole. The alien dildos were so hard and frigidity inside her, filling her up totally and giving her previously unknown sensations. Pleasure mixed with pain and shame as her nates and pussy were raped brutally.

The cocks inside Clara started to pound her harder and faster. The dark-haired girl winced and her mouth gaped open in a wordless scream ; she had never been fucked this heavily in her life. The glossa tentacle leaped to her tit, licking and sucking her round mammilla, making Clara coo out loud.

Amy wanted to be sick. Surely Clara couldn't strike much Sir Thomas More of this ? Whoever was doing this, they wouldn't stop until they had squeezed every ounce of pleasure out of the scourge brunette. Loud squelching phone and the slapping of metal against Clara's physique were all Amy could hear, echoing horribly around the control way.

Clara felt something happening. The alloy shaft were growing larger and more aroused. She felt them originate to twitch against her pussy walls and arsecheeks. Surely the time was now ... ?

As soon as Clara thought it, the pecker exploded. midst jets of disaffect cum spurted inside her keister and puss, spilling out of her. Clara screamed as she felt the insensate sexual oil spray inside of her body. The stopcock continued to squeeze and squirt for over a second, draining every last drop-off into Clara's holes.

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

The alloy penises withdrew from Clara's orifices, sliding out with tawdry popping strait. The tentacles fastened around Clara's shapely limbs retracted, bringing her short timeworn body back down to the plastic bed. Clara flopped onto the bed, too weak to strike, her snatch and tail stinging and raw. The tentacles disappeared into the portals around the bed.

Amy blinked and the glass piston chamber holding her captive ceased to survive. Now free, Amy rushed over to her blackguard protagonist. She ran to Clara's side of meat and held her, hugging her close. Clara was covered in a thin out glaze of sweat and globules of odoriferous alien jizz.

"Clara ? Clara, are you alright ?"Amy asked, tearful. Clara could say aught, was practically passed out in Amy's arms. The redhead stroked the brunette's shiny dark hair, trying to comfort her."Don't worry, it's alright. It's all over now."

Even as Amy spoke those words, she knew that they weren't straight. They were both captive of an unknown region alien forcefulness, who would stop at nothing to excerpt the last amount of sexual gratification from their powerless torso. It was Clara's twist now, next it would surely be Amy's. Amy shuddered at the persuasion of being carried aloft by the raping tentacles and abused in all her trap.

The alarm rang through the control way again and the computer screens started displaying a new pedagogy :

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

Amy gulped, clutching Clara's naked body last to her. They were both in serious difficulty ...

TO BE CONTINUED ...