Clara slowly came to her mother wit. She gasped softly as cool air brushed against her skin. The bantam girl nervously opened her eyes. Where was she this time ?

Clara was horrified to discover that she was naked again, tied down to a common cold alloy chopine. Her hands and understructure were restrained by heavy metallic element clinch built into the political program, and her legs were spread apart in a Y-shape. Clara tried to pull her wrist joint and ankle dislodge of the painful metal handlock, but it was no use. She was sting fast.

Clara looked around the way she was in. It was a expectant chamber, more darkly lit than any room so far, with a pair of giant lover at either end. The devotee spun menacingly, blowing cold air through the way. On the other slope of the room was a metal chair. Sitting in the death chair, her wrists and ankle joint constrained the same way as Clara's, was Amy. She was naked, all apart from a peculiar pair of metal panties which covered up her groin domain. The step-in were grey in colouring, with several multi-coloured atomic number 10 lights built into their surface. A black visor had been placed over the redhead's optic, acting as a blindfold.

"Amy ? Amy, can you hear me ?"Clara called out across the elbow room.

"Clara !"Amy exclaimed, her chest heaving up and down."Where are you ?"

"I'm on the other position of the elbow room,"Clara explained."We're both tied down."

"whoreson,"Amy spat."Can you see me ?"

"Yes, I can see you,"said Clara."I don't know what they've got in store for us, but ... we're both naked."

Amy shivered, her bare breasts jiggling slightly."I thought it was cold in here. Where are we ?"

"We must be in some other part of the ship,"Clara replied."I'm not sure where. You're wearing something."

"What ? What am I wearing ?"Amy squirmed uncomfortably in her seat.

"I ... I don't know,"Clara said, slightly embarrassed."It looks like a duet of alloy knickers. I'm not sure what it's for."

"I know,"Amy said grimly."We both know what's going to happen to us."

"Maybe they're going to let us go,"Clara said, trying to keep her spirits up."Maybe the Doctor is going to spare ..."

"The Doctor of the Church isn't coming,"Amy snapped at the brunette."If he was, he would've been here by now. Face it, Clara- we're on our own."

Amy's Book echoed through the cavernous industrial chamber. All of a sudden, a all-inclusive round portal vein opened up in the heart of the floor. Clara felt her consistence tense in fear- what was going to descend out of it ?

Clara nearly burst into tears when a long, snakelike tentacle slithered out of the hole. It was exactly the same as the tentacles which had ravished her in front of Amy, back in the control room. The tip of the tentacle was a lambency silver penis, twitching and throbbing with arousal.

"What is it ?"Amy asked, listening intently."Clara, what can you see ?"

"It's ... it's one of those tentacle things that raped me in the control room,"Clara said, almost sobbing."It's moving, Amy ! It wants me again !"

The tentacle approached Clara's platform, slathering its sexual juices onto the metal level. Clara became hysterical, screaming and desperately trying to overstretch her handwriting and animal foot free.

"Clara, Clara !"Amy called out."Can you get away ?"

"Amy, I can't ! I'm tied down, I'm ...

The rigid tentacle lunged forwards. Clara's eye nearly popped out of her psyche as the invading metal appendage slammed through her defenceless pussy bulwark, forcing itself deep into the core of her femininity.

"Ooooooooh !"Clara moaned out loud. The contrived cock started to pull slowly in and out of the brunette's tight cunt, quickly making it wet with sexual fluid.

At the same time, Amy felt a very odd sensation. It was like something had just slip into her pussy too ! Something big, and hard, and wet. The redhead whimpered softly, wondering what was happening. She couldn't see anything through the visor eclipsing her visual sensation, but there was no uncertainty about it- a prick had just entered her !

Or had it ? Amy remembered about the exceptional drawers that Clara had said she was wearing. What if the knee breeches were connected somehow to the metal tentacle currently abusing Clara ? Perhaps there was some sort of psychic connexion between the two, so that whatever Clara felt, Amy felt it too.

Amy yelped as her fiery jackass was violated by the large inconspicuous penis. It filled her up instantly, thrusting itself as far as it could up her taut, grasping canal. Her pussylips opened without resistance and clamped down hard on the grievous psychic tool.

Meanwhile Clara was suffering the material matter. The vast ten column inch cock pushed deeply into her dripping clunge and then retracted, pulling out almost to the crown. Then it slowly pushed back into her again, repeating the cycle over and over again while maintaining a steady speed and rhythm.

For the first time since she had been brought here, Clara was starting to experience a modicum of pleasure. The way the cock was fucking her reminded her of Danny pinko's technique. Like Danny, the cock was a sluggish but passionate lover, more concerned with giving her pleasure than any instant gratification for itself. The peter seemed to bang where her most sensitive field were, and it scraped and rubbed against them constantly, making Clara flush with exhilaration. The petite brunette bucked her hip joint, grinding her pussy forwards to meet the throbbing metal member.

Everything Clara was feeling, Amy felt too. The thought of watching her cute brunette friend being fucked like this made Amy wet with arousal. She too bucked her rose hip, taking the unseeable peter as rich as she could inside of her flaming, luscious snatch. Amy moaned and groaned, imagining in her mind how Clara would look with a slow up hard cock inside her. If only she could take the damn visor off ...

Clara felt her nipples grow hard and her knees start to tremble, and she knew it would soon be clock time. She was going to cum. She bit her lip, trying to hold the interference from reaching the ears of her capturer, but she knew it was a purposeless gesture. This was going to be the world-class time she had orgasmed in over a year, ever since Danny had died. She still remembered their last night together, when he had kissed her so romantically, and she had opened her ramification for him, gladly taking his huge black rod into her. The thought of the steamy night they had shared was enough to nearly send her over the edge. The robotic penis continued to powerfully shove into Clara's moist cunny, which was by now soaked with her glistening pussy juice. A dyad Sir Thomas More knife thrust and Clara could feel it building up interior of her. It was like a volcano waiting to erupt. She couldn't hold it any longer. It was coming, any sec now, any second ...

Clara came. The young girlfriend shrieked as her whole dead body tensed and waves of pure delight washed all over her. The most acute coming Clara had ever felt in her liveliness rocked her from psyche to toe. Her limb tense and her metal attachment bit into her wrist joint and ankle. Tingling sensations, like tiny Plectrophenax nivalis falling on her raw flesh, ran up and down her legs. Clara blushed as she felt small small fry of cum spray out of her ridiculously aroused slit, coating the extraterrestrial being penis.

"Aaaaaah ... aaaaaaaaaaah ... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah !"Clara screamed, her vox echoing around her new prison cell.

At the Same meter, locked into feeling whatever Clara was feeling, Amy came too. The redhead opened her mouth, breathing heavily, as an unexpected flood tide suddenly took detention of her knowingness. Amy wriggled and writhed in her seat, her bound soundbox overtaken by a surging, swelling flavour of sexual bliss. Her red pussy became slick with juices and her nipples hardened in the cool off air of her unknown prison house. Amy felt the invisible stopcock twitch several times in her fiery cunt before it disappeared completely, and how Amy wished it had been a real stopcock, fucking her just as it had fucked Clara ...

"Nnnnnnrgh ... nrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh…yessssssss !"Amy hissed in joy, her snatch spurting like a cum fountain.

There was a loud squelching sound as the alloy tentacle speedily withdrew from Clara's puss. It coiled backwards until it had vanished into the hole in the trading floor. Then the hole closed over it, locking into piazza with a grave click.

Both Amy and Clara were exhausted again. The two captive girls said nothing to each other. They almost didn't want to plunder the moment, the outset bit of pleasure either of them had received since they had been brought onboard the foe spaceship. The red-header and the brunette reclined in their chairs, happy and content after a very satisfying seance of lovemaking. The only sounds either of them could hear was the whirring of the fan and the gentle drip of their cum falling from their puss onto the prison's metal floor.

It didn't take long for Amy and Clara to hang soundly asleep. They didn't realise when the two white automaton entered the room, carrying a tray of instruments ...

TO BE CONTINUED ...