Clara awoke to hear a low humming speech sound all around her. She opened her eyes and was shocked to find that she was no longer in the TARDIS. She was lying, completed naked and her legs splayed, on a cool plastic bed that gently pulsed with T. H. White luminosity. The bed was situated in the eye of a large, circular control elbow room, with many panels and computing device screens all along the wall. Some of the estimator screens were displaying random extraterrestrial being text ; others were showing images of outer space.

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

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

Then Clara heard a gentle knock sound coming from behind her. She craned her neck as much as her bonds would leave, looking in the direction of the sound. On the opposite side of the controller room, there was a boastfully glass cylinder. Standing inside the cylinder was a tall, slim Danton True Young cleaning lady not much immature than Clara herself, perhaps about 5ft 10 in height. She had smooth pale tegument, juicy long red hairsbreadth that glowed like fire, and long shapely legs that seemed to go on forever. Unlike Clara, the woman was fully clothed, wearing tall sinister heel, a gold-colored miniskirt, a taut black top and darkness denim jacket.

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

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

"My figure is Amy Pond,"the young Scotchman adult female said."I was with my champion the doc. We were travelling in his starship the TARDIS, and then suddenly I was here. I've been stuck in this wee ice cage for hours. You arrived only a unawares metre ago."

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

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

Clara leaned her drumhead back to try and get a better look at the tall Aythya americana."But that's insufferable !"Clara exclaimed."The Doctor is my Friend ! I was travelling in the TARDIS with him, and then next affair I know I'm prevarication here !"

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

Clara's simpleness 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 accent, believe it or not !"

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

"Okay mulct,"Clara sighed, looking down at her naked body."But what am I doing with no dress 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 dress off. I told them to finish 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 retrieve the golem want ?"

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

Clara relaxed, let her head fall back on the bed."We'll just have to play the waiting game, then. Maybe the Dr. will be here soon. He must be looking for us."

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

Just then, a brassy dismay rang out through the ascendency room. Several of the computing device screens started displaying the keep abreast textual matter :

"TARGETS ACQUIRED - NEURAL connexion 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 sure everything is going to be fine !"

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

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

Amy bashed on the unbreakable spyglass of her cage."Hey ! You lot ! leave-taking her alone !"

The tentacles- or whoever was controlling them- didn't respond. Clara's handcuffs and ft restraints snapped back, freeing her custody and feet. But there was no escaping now- the tentacles held her fast. Clara struggled in their mightily traction, desperately trying to wrench herself free. It was no use. Her unaccented flesh and bone was no match for the strength of the extraterrestrial technology.

The next thing Clara knew, the tentacles were lifting her tiny au naturel body into the air. She tried kicking out with her arms and legs, but all her struggle were to no avail. It had no gist on the demeanor of the tentacles. She was their captive, and it was all the way 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 physical structure. Clara was dismayed to see where it was heading. It was going consecutive towards her exposed dark pussy !

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

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

The tentacles around Clara's smooth branch coiled further up to her thighs. They started to move apart, wrenching Clara's legs out-of-doors. 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 movement of it morphed its build, growing a long silver knife. The glossa was wet with translucent unknown saliva, dripping and drooling onto the ascendency 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 alien spit licked and sucked at her most sensitive area."Nooooooo !"she cried out loud, sobbing, as she felt the rough extremity drivel and stroke from the hindquarters of her scuttle to the top. Alien spittle mixed with Clara's own sexual succus as the synthetic substance tongue found Clara's clit, working it mercilessly.

The early tentacle around Clara's waist drew back, and also started to change. It grew wider and longer, forming a huge silver penis. The artificial cock was at least ten in long.

Clara's eyes widened as the penis hovered above her headspring."No, delight, no !"she wailed. Before she had prison term to say anything else, the prick launched itself into her pouting mouthpiece, filling her throat in one fell movement. Clara groaned, unable to do anything except lie there, as the giant penis started to slowly thrusting in and out of the fourth dimension traveler's sweet mouth.

Amy could nothing except stand and picket as Clara was being brutalised by the alien tentacles. Her eyes filled with bust and she sobbed out loud, not just for the poor ravaged brunet, but in the noesis that surely, soon, it would be her turn.

Clara moaned as both her pussy and oral fissure were being ravished by the thoughtless alien tech. The cock 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 form of alien lubricant, and these meld with Clara's spittle to aid its onward motion in facefucking her like nutcase. Clara gagged several prison term as the vehement alien pecker forced itself further into her mouth, smashing against her tonsils.

One of the tentacles around Clara's leg also began to interchange, turning into another immense metal penis. This one slithered down, over Clara's bare back and hips, edging towards her tight puckered backside. Clara shook her head in desperation, moaned as she felt the alien dildo caress her bare buttocks. She clenched her pert buttcheeks together, praying that the tentacle would leave this role of her alone. She had never done anal before, and was surely it would bruise. There was no way the tentacle was going to be gentle !

Then, quick as a New York minute and to Clara's horror, the vast metal member rammed itself into her bottom. At the same fourth dimension, the cocksucker in Clara's rima oris withdrew, leaving her liberal to yell at this new invasion of her body.

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

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

Clara shut her eyes, bust streaming down her font, as the metal dildo pounded into her bunghole. She shrieked with every one of its savage drive. It felt as if it was ripping her open. There was no shelter from the force of this raping alien monstrosity.

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

"Nnnnngh ! Aaaargh ! No !"Clara cried, powerless to stop this new humiliation. The atomic number 47 cock was well lubricated with both its own and Clara's succus, and every so often it twitched and spurted out droplets of compact white liquidity onto Clara's breasts. The peter in Clara's arse pulled in and out of her, matching the rhythm of the cock abusing her inadequate titties.

Amy could barely wreak herself to take in the frightful spectacle. Clara was completely in the tentacles'power. The midget brunette looked like zippo Thomas More than a doll, a petite dame suspended in the air, legs splayed far apart and wrapped in raping metallic element tendrils. Amy cursed whoever had subjected her new friend, and boyfriend familiar, to this indignity.

The dildo in between Clara's nipple crawled away. It moved slowly down her stiff dead 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 examination debasement. She squealed and pleaded with her alien captors, but she knew that they would tender no mercy. She was now their plaything. The immense metallic element cock throbbed and slithered slowly over her tummy, towards her puss. Clara knew it intended to rape her again.

The tentacles around Clara's stage moved at the same time, pulling her legs even wider apart, stretching Clara's petite body out. The alloy dildo approached Clara's pussy. The tongue which had been relentlessly licking at Clara's swollen clit moved out of its way. Clara looked down at the horrible expound Hammond organ. Thick alien juices glistened all over the metal shaft. Clara sobbed helplessly as the thing slowly moved towards her opening, which was wet with spittle from the noncitizen tongue. The immense metal cock pushed against Clara's pussylips and slowly, inexorably hurtle 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 subdivision and ramification moved rhythmically backwards and forwards, rocking the petite brunette up and down on the rock laborious metallic pricks. The disaffect dildos were so operose and cold inside her, filling her up totally and giving her previously unknown wiz. Pleasure mixed with pain and shame as her arse and slit were raped brutally.

The cocks inside Clara started to punt her harder and faster. The dark-coated girl winced and her mouth gaped open in a wordless shriek ; she had never been fucked this hard in her life. The tongue tentacle leaped to her breasts, licking and sucking her bout nipples, making Clara coo out loud.

Amy wanted to be retch. Surely Clara couldn't call for much more of this ? Whoever was doing this, they wouldn't stop until they had squeezed every ounce of joy out of the ravaged brunette. Loud squelching sounds and the slapping of metal against Clara's flesh were all Amy could learn, echoing horribly around the control room.

Clara felt something happening. The metallic element cock were growing turgid and more randy. She felt them start to twitch against her kitty walls and arsecheeks. Surely the time was now ... ?

As soon as Clara thought it, the dicks exploded. midst jets of disaffect cum spurted inside her backside and pussycat, spilling out of her. Clara screamed as she felt the frigidity intimate oil nebuliser inside of her body. The cocks continued to twitch and eject for over a minute, draining every last cliff into Clara's holes.

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

The metallic element penises withdrew from Clara's orifices, sliding out with meretricious popping sounds. The tentacles fastened around Clara's shapely limbs retracted, bringing her poor people tired consistence back down to the charge card bed. Clara flopped onto the bed, too feeble to move, her pussy and arse stinging and raw. The tentacles disappeared into the portal site around the bed.

Amy blinked and the chalk cylinder holding her captive ceased to exist. Now unloosen, Amy rushed over to her abused friend. She ran to Clara's side and held her, hugging her close. Clara was covered in a thin glaze of sweat and globules of odoriferous stranger jizz.

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

Even as Amy spoke those words, she knew that they weren't true. They were both captive of an unknown unknown force-out, who would intercept at nix to extract the utmost measure of sexual gratification from their powerless consistence. It was Clara's tour now, next it would surely be Amy's. Amy shuddered at the idea of being carried aloft by the raping tentacles and abused in all her holes.

The alarm rang through the dominance elbow room again and the electronic computer cover started displaying a new instruction :

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

Amy gulped, clutching Clara's naked organic structure close to her. They were both in serious problem ...

TO BE CONTINUED ...