Clara slowly came to her horse sense. She gasped softly as cool air brushed against her skin. The petite daughter nervously opened her eyes. Where was she this time ?

Clara was horrified to find out that she was naked again, tied down to a cold metal chopine. Her hands and feet were restrained by grueling metal clamps built into the political program, and her branch were unfold apart in a Y-shape. Clara tried to tear her wrists and ankle free of the terrible metal handlock, but it was no use. She was get fast.

Clara looked around the room she was in. It was a declamatory chamber, more darkly lit than any room so far, with a duet of elephantine fans at either end. The devotee spun menacingly, blowing coldness air through the room. On the former side of the room was a alloy chair. Sitting in the chair, her wrists and ankles constrained the Same way as Clara's, was Amy. She was naked, all apart from a singular brace of alloy panties which covered up her groin field. The scanty were grey in people of colour, with respective multi-color neon lights built into their surface. A lightlessness visor had been placed over the redhead's eyes, acting as a blindfold.

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

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

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

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

"Yes, I can see you,"said Clara."I don't know what they've got in computer storage 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 constituent 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 pair of alloy knee breeches. I'm not sure what it's for."

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

"Maybe they're going to let us go,"Clara said, trying to keep her emotional state up."Maybe the Doctor of the Church is going to redeem ..."

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

Amy's watchword echoed through the erectile industrial chamber. All of a sudden, a all-embracing rung portal opened up in the heart of the story. Clara felt her body tense in fear- what was going to come in out of it ?

Clara nearly burst into crying when a long, serpentine tentacle slithered out of the hole. It was exactly the same as the tentacles which had ravished her in nominal head of Amy, back in the control condition room. The tip of the tentacle was a lambency silver gray 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 controller way,"Clara said, almost sobbing."It's moving, Amy ! It wants me again !"

The tentacle approached Clara's platform, slathering its sexual succus onto the alloy trading floor. Clara became hysterical, screaming and desperately trying to pull her custody and feet 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 eyes nearly popped out of her read/write head as the invading metallic element appendage slammed through her defencelessly twat bulwark, forcing itself inscrutable into the center of her femininity.

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

At the same time, Amy felt a very odd whiz. It was like something had just slew into her kitty-cat too ! Something large, and hard, and wet. The redhead whimpered softly, wondering what was happening. She couldn't see anything through the visor eclipsing her vision, but there was no dubiety about it- a prick had just entered her !

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

Amy yelped as her fiery twat was violated by the large invisible penis. It filled her up instantly, thrusting itself as far as it could up her taut, grasping transmission channel. Her pussylips opened without opposition and clamped down hard on the monstrous psychic pecker.

Meanwhile Clara was suffering the real number matter. The Brobdingnagian ten inch stopcock pushed deeply into her sopping 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 number 1 time since she had been brought here, Clara was starting to feel a modicum of pleasure. The way the hammer was fucking her reminded her of Danny Pink's proficiency. Like Danny, the cock was a slow but passionate devotee, more concerned with giving her pleasure than any instant gratification for itself. The cock seemed to know where her most sensitive orbit were, and it scraped and rubbed against them constantly, making Clara flush with excitement. The midget brunet bucked her hips, grinding her kitty-cat 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 foreplay. She too bucked her hips, taking the unseeable prick as late as she could inside of her flaming, voluptuous snatch. Amy moaned and groaned, imagining in her mind how Clara would front with a slow hard peter 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 prison term. She was going to cum. She bit her lip, trying to keep the noise from reaching the ears of her captors, but she knew it was a otiose gesture. This was going to be the initiatory time she had orgasmed in over a year, ever since Danny had died. She still remembered their final night together, when he had kissed her so romantically, and she had opened her leg for him, gladly taking his huge black rod into her. The thought of the turned on 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 puss succus. A couple more jabbing and Clara could feel it building up inside of her. It was like a vent waiting to erupt. She couldn't hold it any longer. It was coming, any second now, any secondment ...

Clara came. The Lester Willis Young girl shrieked as her altogether body tensed and waving of pure pleasure washed all over her. The most intense orgasm Clara had ever felt in her life rocked her from capitulum to toe. Her branch tensed and her metal adhesiveness bit into her carpus and articulatio talocruralis. Tingling wiz, like tiny flake falling on her bare flesh, ran up and down her legs. Clara blushed as she felt small squirts of cum spray out of her ridiculously aroused pussy, coating the alien penis.

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

At the like time, locked into feeling whatever Clara was feeling, Amy came too. The carrottop opened her mouth, breathing heavily, as an unexpected flood tide suddenly took hold of her cognizance. Amy wriggled and writhed in her seat, her bound body overtaken by a surging, swelling feel of intimate bliss. Her red pussy became silky with juices and her nipples hardened in the cool air of her unknown prison. Amy felt the invisible turncock jerk various clock time in her fiery snatch before it disappeared completely, and how Amy wished it had been a real cock, fucking her just as it had fucked Clara ...

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

There was a loud squelching strait as the alloy tentacle speedily withdrew from Clara's pussy. It coiled backwards until it had vanished into the hole in the floor. Then the hole closed over it, locking into lieu with a heavy click.

Both Amy and Clara were exhausted again. The two captive young lady said naught to each other. They almost didn't want to spoil the moment, the first-class honours degree bit of delight either of them had received since they had been brought onboard the opposition starship. The redhead and the brunette reclined in their chairs, happy and content after a very satisfying session of lovemaking. The solitary sounds either of them could learn was the whirring of the sports fan and the ennoble drip of their cum falling from their kitty onto the prison house's metallic element floor.

It didn't take long for Amy and Clara to flow soundly at rest. They didn't realise when the two white robots entered the room, carrying a tray of instruments ...

TO BE CONTINUED ...