Clara awoke to discover a low humming phone all around her. She opened her eyes and was shocked to witness that she was no longer in the TARDIS. She was lying, completed au naturel and her peg splayed, on a nerveless plastic bed that gently pulsed with white light. The bed was situated in the middle of a orotund, flyer control elbow room, with many gore and calculator screen all along the bulwark. Some of the computing machine screens were displaying random stranger schoolbook ; others were showing epitome of outer space.

Clara started to panic when she realised that her hands and invertebrate foot were restrained to the bed by thick metal straps. Where was she, and what on earthly concern was happening ?

"Hey, what's going on ?"Clara cried out, struggling against the pie-eyed metal adherence."Doctor of the Church ? Where am I ?"

Then Clara heard a gentle knocking audio coming from behind her. She craned her neck as much as her adherence would allow, looking in the way of the sound. On the opposite side of the ascendancy room, there was a vauntingly field glass cylinder. Standing inside the piston chamber was a tall, slim young woman not much youthful than Clara herself, perhaps about 5ft 10 in height. She had smooth pale skin, toothsome long red fuzz that glowed like ardour, and long shapely legs that seemed to go on forever. Unlike Clara, the woman was fully clothed, wearing tall black heels, a gold-colored miniskirt, a wet black top and drear dungaree jacket.

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

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

"My name is Amy pool,"the young Scots womanhood said."I was with my Quaker the Doctor. We were travelling in his spaceship the TARDIS, and then suddenly I was here. I've been stuck in this wee shabu John Milton Cage Jr. for 60 minutes. You arrived only a abruptly time ago."

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

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

Clara leaned her forefront back to try and get a better face at the tall redhead."But that's out of the question !"Clara exclaimed."The Doctor of the Church is my friend ! I was travelling in the TARDIS with him, and then next affair I know I'm lying here !"

Amy smiled and asked,"Does your Doctor look like a Young nerd with floppy tomentum and a bowtie ?"

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

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

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

"fountainhead, 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 apparel off. I told them to hold on but they didn't listen. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, it's not your geological 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 caput fall back on the bed."We'll just accept to playact the waiting secret plan, then. Maybe the Doctor will be here soon. He must be looking for us."

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

Just then, a forte alarm rang out through the ascendance room. respective of the computer screenland started displaying the fall out text :

"TARGETS ACQUIRED - NEURAL inter-group communication BEING ESTABLISHED - COMMENCE experiment"

Clara tensed. She suddenly felt very vulnerable, raw 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 finely !"

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

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

Amy bashed on the unbreakable glass of her John Milton Cage Jr.."Hey ! You lot ! leave of absence her alone !"

The tentacles- or whoever was controlling them- didn't respond. Clara's handcuffs and foot restraints snapped back, freeing her hands and foundation. But there was no escaping now- the tentacles held her fast. Clara struggled in their powerful grip, desperately trying to wrench herself free. It was no use. Her rickety flesh and bone was no match for the military capability of the alien technology.

The adjacent thing Clara knew, the tentacles were lifting her diminutive naked body into the air. She tried kicking out with her arms and legs, but all her struggles were to no avail. It had no outcome on the behaviour of the tentacles. She was their prisoner, and it was clear-cut that they could do whatever they liked with her.

One of the tentacles around Clara's waist started to act 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 exhibit blue slit !

"No, time lag, please stop !"Clara pleaded with her captors as the tentacle inched finisher to her tiny pink mound.

"Leave her alone ! Stop it now !"Amy cried out, unable to avail her brunette friend.

The tentacles around Clara's unruffled stage coiled further up to her thighs. They started to move apart, wrenching Clara's legs capable. Clara threw her point back and screamed as she realised what the tentacles had in computer memory for her.

Meanwhile the tentacle menacing Clara's pussy started to change. The front of it morphed its shape, growing a retentive silver spit. The tongue was wet with translucent alien spittle, dripping and drooling onto the control room 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 outlander tongue licked and sucked at her most sensitive area."Nooooooo !"she cried out loud, sobbing, as she felt the jolting extremity slobber and throw from the bottom of her opening to the top. stranger spittle mixed with Clara's own sexual juices as the synthetical lingua found Clara's clit, working it mercilessly.

The other tentacle around Clara's shank drew back, and also started to commute. It grew wider and longer, forming a vast ash gray penis. The artificial cock was at least ten in long.

Clara's middle widened as the penis hovered above her head."No, please, no !"she wailed. Before she had meter to say anything else, the shaft launched itself into her pouting mouth, filling her throat in one savage movement. Clara groaned, ineffectual to do anything except lie there, as the elephantine phallus started to slowly thrust in and out of the time traveler's sugariness mouth.

Amy could cypher except stand and watch as Clara was being brutalised by the alien tentacles. Her eyes filled with tears 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 pussycat and mouth were being ravished by the uncaring alien tech. The putz ramming itself down her throat was so big, she was certain it was going to dislocate her jaw. The metal penis was coated in some physique of stranger lubricant, and these assorted with Clara's saliva to aid its forward motion in facefucking her like crazy. Clara gagged several sentence as the wild foreigner prick forced itself further into her rima oris, smashing against her tonsils.

One of the tentacles around Clara's peg also began to change, turning into another huge metal phallus. This one slithered down, over Clara's bare back and hips, edging towards her tight puckered arse. Clara shook her head in despair, moaned as she felt the outlander dildo caress her bare hindquarters. She clenched her pert buttcheeks together, praying that the tentacle would leave this part of her alone. She had never done anal retentive before, and was for sure it would ache. There was no way the tentacle was going to be lenify !

Then, quick as a flash and to Clara's horror, the vast alloy phallus rammed itself into her arse. At the Saami metre, the bastard in Clara's sass withdrew, leaving her free to shout at this new invasion of her body.

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

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

Clara shut her eyes, tears streaming down her face, as the metal dildo pounded into her arse. She shrieked with every one of its brute jab. It felt as if it was ripping her open. There was no security from the force of this raping foreign lusus naturae.

The penis that had been in Clara's mouth now moved to her perky tits. The two tentacles around her weapons system adjusted, pushing Clara's jiggling boob up. The penis inserted itself between the two tits and started sawing backwards and forwards, using Clara's sore breasts as a mean value to raise pleasure.

"Nnnnngh ! Aaaargh ! No !"Clara cried, powerless to break this new humiliation. The silver shaft was well lubricated with both its own and Clara's juice, and every so often it twitched and spurted out droplets of wooden-headed white liquid onto Clara's white meat. The dick in Clara's arse pulled in and out of her, matching the regular recurrence of the rooster abusing her poor titties.

Amy could barely take herself to keep an eye on the terrible spectacle. Clara was completely in the tentacles'power. The petite brunette looked like nothing more than than a doll, a lilliputian doll suspended in the air, legs splayed far apart and wrapped in raping alloy tendrils. Amy cursed whoever had subjected her new ally, and fellow fellow traveller, to this indignity.

The dildo in between Clara's tits crawled away. It moved slowly down her tight trunk, 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 debasement. She squealed and pleaded with her disaffect captors, but she knew that they would pop the question no clemency. She was now their plaything. The huge metal cock throbbed and slithered slowly over her bay window, towards her kitty-cat. Clara knew it intended to violate her again.

The tentacles around Clara's legs moved at the Lapp time, pulling her stage even wider apart, stretching Clara's petite body out. The metal dildo approached Clara's pussy. The tongue which had been relentlessly licking at Clara's swollen clitoris moved out of its way. Clara looked down at the horrifying expound organ. Thick alien juices glistened all over the alloy tool. Clara sobbed helplessly as the matter slowly moved towards her possibility, which was wet with saliva from the extraterrestrial being tongue. The immense metal cock 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 holes were now being assaulted viciously. The tentacles pinning down her subdivision and legs moved rhythmically backwards and forwards, rocking the petite brunette up and down on the rock hard metallic cocksucker. The alien dildos were so hard and cold inside her, filling her up totally and giving her previously unknown sensations. Pleasure amalgamate with pain and shame as her derriere and puss were raped brutally.

The cock inside Clara started to pound her harder and faster. The dark-haired girl winced and her mouthpiece gaped exposed in a mute howler ; she had never been fucked this hard in her life. The tongue tentacle leaped to her chest, licking and sucking her round mamilla, making Clara coo out loud.

Amy wanted to be gruesome. Surely Clara couldn't take much more of this ? Whoever was doing this, they wouldn't stop until they had squeezed every ounce of pleasure out of the devastate brunette. flash squelching speech sound and the slapping of alloy against Clara's pulp were all Amy could pick up, echoing horribly around the command elbow room.

Clara felt something happening. The metallic element rooster were growing gravid and more invoke. She felt them start to squeeze against her pussy rampart and arsecheeks. Surely the clip was now ... ?

As soon as Clara thought it, the dicks exploded. midst jet of foreign cum spurted inside her rear end and kitty-cat, spilling out of her. Clara screamed as she felt the cold sexual oil nebuliser inside of her consistency. The cocks continued to twitch and squirt for over a minute, draining every cobbler's last drop into Clara's holes.

"Clara !"Amy exclaimed from inside her vapourous gaol cell.

The metal penises withdrew from Clara's orifices, sliding out with loud popping sounds. The tentacles fastened around Clara's shapely limbs retracted, bringing her poor tired physical structure back down to the plastic bed. Clara flopped onto the bed, too frail to travel, her kitty-cat and arse stinging and raw. The tentacles disappeared into the portals around the bed.

Amy blinked and the glass cylinder holding her captive ceased to live. Now free, Amy rushed over to her ill-treated booster. She ran to Clara's side and held her, hugging her close. Clara was covered in a thin glaze of exertion and globules of scented stranger jizz.

"Clara ? Clara, are you alright ?"Amy asked, tearful. Clara could say nothing, was practically passed out in Amy's arms. The redhead stroked the brunet's shiny dark whisker, trying to ease her."Don't vexation, it's alright. It's all over now."

Even as Amy spoke those words, she knew that they weren't rightful. They were both captive of an unknown extraterrestrial force, who would stop at nothing to extract the utmost amount of sexual satisfaction from their powerless bodies. It was Clara's routine 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 maw.

The alarm rang through the control elbow room again and the computer silver screen started displaying a new instruction :

"experiment 1 SUCCESSFUL - ANALYSE RESULTS - Menachem Begin experimentation 2"

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

TO BE CONTINUED ...