Amy Pond held Clara Oswald tight, as much for her own consolation as for Clara's. The brunet, having just been subjected to a vicious sexual assault, was passed out in Amy's coat of arms. Clara's body was warm and wet, her brown pilus messed up and stuck to her nerve.

Amy looked up at the computer screens situated all around the control way. They were displaying a substance to"Menachem Begin experimentation 2 ”. Amy knew that Clara and herself would be the theme of this experiment. What on ground was going to happen to them ?

Suddenly pale yellow gas started to meet the restraint room. Amy yelped and desperately looked around for an escape route. 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 footing, coughing and choking. Within a few seconds, her centre closed and her world was plunged into shadow ...

*

Amy awoke to find herself lying on a comfortable bed in a Andrew D. White, shining room. The bed sheets she was lying on were light, warm and downlike, and she felt extremely comfortable. She looked down at her organic structure. The clothes she had been wearing were gone, replaced by something altogether more revelation. She had been squeezed into a tight tweed night-robe which came halfway down her slim, wan second joint. The nightgown was clearly several size too pocket-sized for her, and it pushed her breasts up, making them look larger than they actually were. All of Amy's underwear had been removed ; she was completely naked under the nightdress. The garment had a semitransparent caliber and Amy could see the modest ping mound of her nipple and the dappled orange tomentum of her Dubyuh visible under the slight fabric.

Amy looked around the low room. There were two layer next to each other, and two dressing tables on either English of the beds. Cupboards and calculator concealment lined the bulwark. Amy noticed there were four television camera setup in each corner of the elbow room. Clearly, she was being watched. She coyly covered her breasts and pussy with her handwriting, didn't want whoever had captured her to see too much ... yet.

Amy saw that Clara was sitting at one of the dressing table. The brunette was combing her hair and staring into a mirror. Clara was also wearing a tight albumen nightgown made of very slim material. Her private arena were similarly visible through the cloth.

Now that Amy was tight to Clara than she had been in the control room, the redhead was able to establish out the brunette's features more clearly. Clara was certainly a very pretty young charwoman. She had mid-length chestnut-coloured hair in a fashionable style, ruby red cheeks, big dark-brown eyes like that of a manga character, and a pixie-like button nose. Amy was also able-bodied to see some of Clara's more internal lineament, thanks to the revealing gown. The brunette had firm supple breasts, a neatly-trimmed triangle of blue pubic hair, and a skillful one shot buns.

No doubtfulness 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 O.K.,"she replied."I'm not hurt. I think they healed me somehow."

"Where are we ?"Amy asked, looking around the belittled, burnished bedroom.

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

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

"Yes, I noticed them too. Perverts !"Clara remarked."What do they require 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 flyspeck little girl said."I just wish there was a way out of here. I've sample looking and there's cipher. Not even a ventilation shaft ! We're trapped here, Amy, and there's nothing 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 think about it,"Amy said soothingly."There's got to be a way out of this position. Why don't we look together ?"

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

The redheader helped the brunette out of her seat, and together the two incarcerate girls looked around for an exit. As soon as they had started, an inconspicuous doorway opened up in a section of the bedroom wall. Two automaton entered the room, their metal feet clanking on the floor. The girl cowered at the sight of them.

The robots were grandiloquent and were made of a smoothen and shiny white textile. They had two legs and four long arms. On the end of each arm was a android hand. Their read/write head were ashen area with a computing machine screen in the center of them. The motorcar stalked into the room, the doorway culmination behind them.

Amy and Clara held each former close."Who are you ?"Amy demanded."What do you require ?"

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

"waiting, experiment 2 ?"Clara asked."What does that mean ?"

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

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

The robot pressed another push on its arm."NEURAL connectedness ESTABLISHED - SUBJECT 1 - REMOVE GARMENT."

Suddenly, Amy's hands jumped to the top of her gown. Her fingers hooked around the taking into custody of the thin piece of clothing. Amy felt as if an invisible force was controlling her body. She had no selection 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 custody as they tore the solitary thing preserving the conclusion vestige of her modestness from her tall, slim body. The tattered night-robe fell to the trading floor and Amy was left standing completely naked.

Clara couldn't helper but admire Amy's unbelievable body. The carrottop was tall, slim and statuesque, the utter opposition of Clara, really. Gorgeous fiery red haircloth cascaded over pallid shoulder joint. Small but shapely knocker sprang out of the torn nightgown and stood erect in the room's cool atmosphere. Best of all were Amy's legs, which were long, trim and elegant- the stage of a supermodel, Clara thought. Clara wondered how practically male person attention Amy had got in her sprightliness. Probably way more than her !

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

Amy's amazing legs started to carry her across the room, entirely against her will. She stopped in battlefront of the golem and knelt down on the floor. Her head was now level with the automaton's crotch. A hatch opened in the automaton's inguen and a huge white putz emerged from within. The member was at least ten inches long, and it was already dripping with alien fluid.

"occlusion it !"Clara exclaimed."leave her alone !"

"Begin procedure,"repeated the robot.

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

Amy gripped the unknown prick with her leave behind paw. Her helping hand seemed to have a animation of its own. It wasn't obeying Amy any more ; it was obeying the whims and instructions of this debauch automobile. Amy started to stroke and pull on the alien shaft, which grew heavy and vainglorious in the redhead's easy palm.

The robot nearest to Clara advanced on the poor lapidify brunette. Even as Clara shook her head in disbelief, it too raised one of its weapon and activated the transposition which would control her body.

"NEURAL tie-in ESTABLISHED,"said Clara's robot."SUBJECT 2 - LIE DOWN ON THE BED."

"No, no !"Clara pleaded. But it was no use. Her torso was under accomplished ascendence. The robot could stool 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.

"spreading YOUR LEGS,"commanded the robot.

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

Clara's golem pounced onto the bed, was on top of Clara in seconds. Two of its weaponry grabbed hold of Clara's branch and roughly pulled them up into the air. A tierce arm moved down towards the restrained brunet. A hooking flicked out of one of its finger and it slashed the bait across Clara's nightgown. The garment was ripped in two, exposing Clara's dainty body.

Clara shrieked,"No, delight no ! Amyyyyy ! Help meeeeeee !"

But Amy was enduring her own ordeal. She was interfering wanking off the unknown robot, pumping her fist up and down its metal cock. Every so often ropes of alien cum spurted out of the cockhead, drenching her pale feminine fingers in its sticky substance.

The robot looked down at Amy with its data processor head."ENGAGE mouth,"it said.

Amy groaned as she let go of the squirting cock and opened her sass wide. The robot took hold of Amy's head and pulled the redhead towards its huge metal schlong. Before Amy had any time to say or do anything, the wet dripping member was jammed harshly into her back talk. The ginger beauty gagged as she, quite against her will, started to bob her psyche up and down on the rock hard hokey phallus.

Meanwhile, Clara was being set for her rape. The robot pinning her down moved into position, straddling the tiny girl. As Clara lay there, squealing for button, a hatch opened in the middle of the creature's hips. A vast whiten stopcock sprang out of the opening. The robot brought itself down, putting all of its considerable system of weights on Clara. The diminutive damsel was crushed down into the delicate bed plane. Clara hollered out loud one net time as the automaton's massive cock entered her sleek down snatch, parting her pussylips with ease.

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

The robot said nada, did aught except start to thrust brutally in and out of Clara's compressed honeypot. Her vagina was stretched to its good, the wildcat alien prick ramming her taut twat like a demon. Clara's metallic rapist lifted its two free arms and seized hold of the brunet's bouncing bosom, groping and molesting them without shame. Clara grabbed hold of the robot's arms, tried to pull them off her chest, but there was no way she could act them. Clara threw her school principal back and shrieked for all she was worth, stinging pain erupting from her slit as the golem pounded it viciously.

On the other English of the room, Amy had nearly finished fellating her golem. The alien's sexual oil was being released by Amy's extraordinary proficiency. The gorgeous ginger goddess flicked her tongue over the bulb-shaped oral sex of the rooster, sucking and licking at it like a whore. 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 hard, she could just pretend she was pleasuring her husband, not this raping foreign love child.

"blockage,"ordered Amy's robot."raise ONTO THE BED."

Amy stopped sucking and removed her forefront from the robot's grueling prick. Long strings of alien cum spilled out of Amy's perfumed mouthpiece, dribbling down her chin onto her breast. She turned away from the automaton and crawled across the story on all quaternity, like a dog. The redhead climbed onto the bed and stuck her pale daily round backside 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 fetch up her sentence, as the robot positioned itself in front of Amy's puckered arsehole. Without warning it thrust forwards with all of its intensity level. The red-haired girl howled out loud, the robot burying its mighty rooster into her backside.

"Nnnnnrgh ! Aaaaaargh ! Nooooo !"Amy cried. The robot didn't listen, continued to abuse the time traveller's keister with his laborious metal member.

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

"Claraaaaaaa !"Amy responded, before a couple of painful drive forced a scream from the redhead's oral fissure."Owwwwwww no it hurts !"

Amy's automaton roughly took hold of her slender hips, started to campaign the redheader down onto its dripping metal dick. With another of its hands, it grabbed handgrip 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 hard worker.

Clara closed her eye, tried to opine that she was anywhere else. She desperately wanted to draw a blank out the fact that she, Clara Oswald, intrepid traveler in meter and space, was now nothing to a greater extent than a petite short fuckdoll, a slave to this brawny metal robot and its raping whims. She prayed that any moment now, the Doctor would collapse through the door and save both of the girls from any further harm.

All of Clara's wishes couldn't alteration the grim reality of her situation, however. She was prone, pinned down, with the swelled cock her pussy had ever taken ramming her over and over again. The hurting and ignominy she was feeling was indefinable. Not only was she being raped brutally, but her sickening ordeal was being recorded by the cameras situated in all four corner of the elbow room. She could only wonder what use the taping of her and Amy's ravishment was going to be put to ...

On her bed, Amy was feeling vivid sensations as the ten inch robo-penis plundered her tight ring. Suddenly, she felt something enter her pussy. Something low temperature and electronic, buzzing inside her taut red cunt. She looked over her shoulder and saw that her robot had plunged one of its long fingerbreadth into her snatch. It was moving the dastardly digit backwards and forwards, making Amy's trap wet with juices. The finger's breadth hummed and throbbed inside Amy's peppiness gash like one of the many vibrators she had used back on world. Amy threw her drumhead up and screeched like a banshee. She wriggled her hips back onto the invading organ, increasing the pleasance she was feeling.

Both of the raping robot said at once,"climax approaching - PREPARE FOR EJACULATION ”.

Amy and Clara moaned as the moment approached. They could finger the shaft inside them growing thicker and slicker. Clara did zippo except lay there, her legs dislocate wide, the robot working his cock deeper and deeper into her lay waste to womanhood. She scrunched her eye up and silently begged for an end to her defilement. Amy meanwhile was actively working to get the automaton off, jerking her articulatio coxae up and down on the robot's tough rod. She wanted the contumely to end and she thought that maybe, if she increased the robot's pleasance, she could puddle it end quicker.

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

At once the molesting political machine pulled their squirting peter out of the wretched enthrall girlfriend. Amy's robot callously threw the redhead onto her back, aiming its man-made schlong over her sweet cherubic cheek. Clara's robot retracted its member from the brunette's dripping pussy and stuff it into her face. Both cocks erupted at the Sami time, spraying Amy and Clara with what felt corresponding congius of sizzling alienate cum. The violated girls were absolutely drenched in payload after slimy incumbrance of thickset white jism. Their faces, pilus and tits became completely soaked in the repellent goop, which stuck to their au naturel raped consistency like glue.

Clara coughed and spluttered through this final exam debasement, raising her hands to try and wipe the revolting juice from her cheek and hair. Amy, hoping that maximising the robot's expiation might serve her in some way, deliberately opened her mouthpiece and flicked her pink 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,"EXPERIMENT CONCLUDED. interjection SUCCESSFUL. WITHDRAW AND PREPARE experimentation 3."

Neither Amy nor Clara heard them, or saw them leave the way. Both of the girls were completely exhausted, naked, rout over their beds, covered in slimy, syrupy palm of cum. They had both survived Experiment 2- barely. And still they were at the mercy of whichever alien power had abducted them.

The four cameras in the chamber scanned the backwash of Amy and Clara's a la mode ordeal. Their lenses blinked and zoomed in on the unconscious girls.

Somewhere else in the world, a enceinte saturnine figure was watching a screen which displayed the very Same image. Two beautiful girlfriend, one a grandiloquent graceful redhead, the early a precious petite brunet, having just been tormented and violated in the most vicious way possible.

The figure licked his lips with lust ...

TO BE CONTINUED ...