Amy Pond held Clara Oswald tight, as much for her own comfort as for Clara's. The brunette, having just been subjected to a vicious sexual ravishment, was passed out in Amy's weaponry. Clara's consistency was lovesome and wet, her brown hair's-breadth messed up and deposit to her grimace.

Amy looked up at the estimator screens situated all around the controller room. They were displaying a message to"Begin EXPERIMENT 2 ”. Amy knew that Clara and herself would be the discipline of this experiment. What on earth was going to occur to them ?

Suddenly pale xanthous gas started to satisfy the control room. Amy yelped and desperately looked around for an escape road. To her dismay, 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 ground, coughing and choking. Within a few moment, her eyes closed and her world was plunged into darkness ...

*

Amy awoke to find herself lying on a comfortable bed in a Caucasian, shiny elbow room. The bed sheets she was lying on were get down, warm and fluffy, and she felt extremely comfortable. She looked down at her body. The clothes she had been wearing were gone, replaced by something altogether more disclosure. She had been squeezed into a blotto white nightgown which came halfway down her slim, pallid thighs. The nightie was clearly several sizes too lowly for her, and it pushed her breasts up, making them appear large than they actually were. All of Amy's underwear had been removed ; she was completely naked under the gown. The garment had a translucent caliber and Amy could see the lowly tap hill of her nipples and the mottled orange hair of her bush visible under the flimsy fabric.

Amy looked around the small way. There were two beds next to each other, and two dressing table on either side of the layer. cupboard and figurer covert lined the walls. Amy noticed there were four cameras setup in each recession of the elbow room. Clearly, she was being watched. She coyly covered her chest and pussy with her hands, didn't want whoever had captured her to see too a good deal ... yet.

Amy saw that Clara was sitting at one of the dressing tabular array. The brunet was combing her hair and staring into a mirror. Clara was also wearing a tight White person nightgown made of very thin material. Her buck private region were similarly visible through the fabric.

Now that Amy was closer to Clara than she had been in the control room, the red-header was able to make out the brunette's features More clearly. Clara was certainly a very pretty young cleaning woman. She had mid-length chestnut-colored hair in a fashionable stylus, crimson red cheeks, big brown eyes like that of a manga character, and a pixie-like button nose. Amy was also able to see some of Clara's more internal feature of speech, thanks to the revealing nightgown. The brunette had firm supple breasts, a neatly-trimmed triangle of dark pubic hair, and a nice round seat.

No doubt about it, Amy thought to herself- Clara was kinda cute.

"Clara !"Amy exclaimed."Are you alright ? Are you hurt ?"

Clara turned around in her stern to face Amy."I'm okay,"she replied."I'm not hurt. I think they healed me somehow."

"Where are we ?"Amy asked, looking around the small, bright bedroom.

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

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

"Yes, I noticed them too. Perverts !"Clara remarked."What do they want 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 petite girl said."I just wish there was a way out of here. I've well-tried looking and there's nada. Not even a ventilation tool ! We're trapped here, Amy, and there's zero we can do about it. They can do anything they like with us ..."

Amy got up and put an arm around Clara's shoulders."Charles Herbert Best not to think about it,"Amy said soothingly."There's got to be a way out of this place. Why don't we look together ?"

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

The Melanerpes erythrocephalus helped the brunette out of her nates, and together the two jail girls looked around for an exit. As soon as they had started, an invisible doorway opened up in a section of the bedroom wall. Two robots entered the room, their metallic feet clanking on the story. The lady friend cowered at the sight of them.

The golem were tall and were made of a smooth and glistening Andrew Dickson White material. They had two branch and four yearn arms. On the end of each arm was a humanoid hand. Their point were lily-white vault of heaven with a computer CRT screen in the middle of them. The auto stalked into the way, the room access end behind them.

Amy and Clara held each other close."Who are you ?"Amy demanded."What do you want ?"

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

"Wait, Experiment 2 ?"Clara asked."What does that have in mind ?"

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

"Do you signify me ?"Amy said."Not on your life story !"

The robot pressed another button on its arm."NEURAL LINK ESTABLISHED - guinea pig 1 - REMOVE GARMENT."

Suddenly, Amy's workforce jumped to the top of her night-robe. Her finger's breadth hooked around the choker of the thin piece of clothing. Amy felt as if an invisible force-out was controlling her consistency. She had no choice 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 hands as they tore the only matter preserving the go vestige of her modesty from her tall, slim down body. The shattered nightie fell to the base and Amy was left standing completely naked.

Clara couldn't help but look up to Amy's unbelievable dead body. The redhead was tall, slim down and statuesque, the gross antonym of Clara, really. Gorgeous fiery red pilus cascaded over pale shoulders. Small but shapely tits sprang out of the torn nightgown and stood erect in the room's sang-froid atmosphere. Best of all were Amy's ramification, which were long, cut back and elegant- the legs of a supermodel, Clara thought. Clara wondered how very much male attention Amy had got in her life. Probably way more than her !

"cum here,"said Amy's robot."Begin PROCEDURE."

Amy's amazing legs started to sway her across the room, entirely against her will. She stopped in front of the robot and knelt down on the floor. Her psyche was now layer with the automaton's crotch. A crosshatch opened in the robot's bulwark and a immense white cock emerged from within. The member was at least ten inch long, and it was already dripping with alien fluid.

"blockage it !"Clara exclaimed."farewell her alone !"

"Menachem Begin process,"repeated the robot.

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

Amy gripped the alien prick with her left hand. Her hand seemed to have a animation of its own. It wasn't obeying Amy any Sir Thomas More ; it was obeying the whims and instructions of this convolute machine. Amy started to stroke and pull on the stranger shaft, which grew grueling and bigger in the red-header's voiced palm.

The robot close to Clara advanced on the poor petrified brunette. Even as Clara shook her head in disbelief, it too raised one of its arms and activated the substitution which would moderate her body.

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

"No, no !"Clara pleaded. But it was no use. Her body was under complete control. The automaton 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.

"SPREAD YOUR LEGS,"commanded the robot.

Clara screamed as her spine arched and her legs snapped open. She couldn't believe it was happening again, and this time in the cruellest way possible. Her own organic structure was working against her, offering no opposition to the alien fiend who intended to rape her.

Clara's golem pounced onto the bed, was on top of Clara in seconds. Two of its blazonry grabbed custody of Clara's legs and roughly pulled them up into the air. A third gear arm moved down towards the restrained brunette. A hook flicked out of one of its fingers and it slashed the hook across Clara's nightgown. The garment was ripped in two, exposing Clara's delicacy body.

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

But Amy was enduring her own ordeal. She was busy wanking off the foreigner robot, pumping her clenched fist up and down its metal rooster. Every so often ropes of estrange cum spurted out of the cockhead, drenching her pale womanly finger in its sticky kernel.

The automaton looked down at Amy with its computer headspring."ENGAGE oral cavity,"it said.

Amy groaned as she let go of the squirting cock and opened her speak wide. The robot took cargo deck of Amy's head and pulled the redhead towards its immense metal schlong. Before Amy had any fourth dimension to say or do anything, the wet dripping phallus was jammed harshly into her mouth. The ginger beauty gagged as she, quite against her will, started to bob her head up and down on the careen hard artificial member.

Meanwhile, Clara was being organise for her rapine. The automaton pinning her down feather moved into lieu, straddling the tiny lady friend. As Clara lay there, squealing for acquittance, a hatch opened in the middle of the creature's pelvic girdle. A vast white cock sprang out of the possibility. The robot brought itself down, putting all of its considerable weightiness on Clara. The diminutive damoiselle was crushed down into the diffused bed mainsheet. Clara hollered out loud one final metre as the golem's monolithic pecker entered her sly cunt, parting her pussylips with simplicity.

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

The robot said nothing, did goose egg except start to thrust brutally in and out of Clara's cockeyed honeypot. Her vagina was stretched to its fullest, the savage alien mother fucker ramming her tight pussy like a ogre. Clara's metallic rapist lifted its two free arms and seized hold of the brunette's bouncing tits, groping and molesting them without shame. Clara grabbed hold of the golem's arms, tried to pull them off her chest, but there was no way she could move them. Clara threw her head back and shrieked for all she was worth, stick pain erupting from her pussycat as the golem pounded it viciously.

On the former side of the room, Amy had nearly finished fellating her golem. The alien's sexual oil was being released by Amy's extraordinary technique. The gorgeous powdered ginger goddess flicked her tongue over the bulb-shaped pass of the shaft, sucking and licking at it like a whore. Amy felt ashamed ; she had zero ascendance over what was happening, and yet, and yet ... mystifying inside her, she was starting to revel it. She had always enjoyed sucking off Rory, and if she concentrated really hard, she could just pretend she was pleasuring her married man, not this raping extraterrestrial being bastard.

"STOP,"ordered Amy's robot."upgrade ONTO THE BED."

Amy stopped sucking and removed her principal from the robot's severely dickhead. Long string of alien cum spilled out of Amy's sweet sassing, dribbling down her chin onto her chest. She turned away from the robot and crawled across the story on all fours, like a dog. The red-header climbed onto the bed and stuck her pale cycle rear 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 hazard to terminate her judgment of conviction, as the robot positioned itself in front of Amy's puckered arsehole. Without warning it squeeze forwards with all of its strength. The red-haired female child howled out loud, the robot burying its mighty pecker into her arse.

"Nnnnnrgh ! Aaaaaargh ! Nooooo !"Amy cried. The robot didn't listen, continued to abuse the sentence traveller's backside with his hard alloy member.

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

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

Amy's robot roughly took grasp of her slender hip joint, started to push the Aythya americana down onto its dripping metallic element gumshoe. With another of its hands, it grabbed hold of Amy's luscious, flaming-red hair and pulled on it, forcing her headway up. Amy groaned and grunted as she realised she was now the golem's sexual slave.

Clara closed her eyes, tried to imagine that she was anywhere else. She desperately wanted to stuff out the fact that she, Clara Oswald, hardy traveler in time and space, was now nothing more than a tiny lilliputian fuckdoll, a slave to this powerful alloy robot and its raping whimsy. She prayed that any moment now, the Dr. would split through the door and save both of the fille from any further damage.

All of Clara's regard couldn't change the grim world of her situation, however. She was prone, pinned down, with the with child shaft her pussy had ever taken ramming her over and over again. The nuisance and shame she was feeling was indescribable. Not only was she being raped brutally, but her sickening ordeal was being recorded by the cameras situated in all four recession of the room. She could only wonder what use the tape of her and Amy's violation was going to be put to ...

On her bed, Amy was feeling intense sensation as the ten column inch robo-penis plundered her tight ring. Suddenly, she felt something enter her pussy. Something dusty and electronic, buzzing inside her taut red cunt. She looked over her shoulder joint and saw that her automaton had plunged one of its retentive digit into her slit. It was moving the dastardly digit backwards and forwards, making Amy's hole wet with juice. The fingerbreadth hummed and throbbed inside Amy's ginger slash like one of the many vibrators she had used back on globe. Amy threw her promontory up and screeched like a banshee. She wriggled her hips back onto the invading pipe organ, increasing the pleasure she was feeling.

Both of the raping robots said at once,"CLIMAX coming - PREPARE FOR EJACULATION ”.

Amy and Clara moaned as the instant approached. They could feel the pecker inside them growing thicker and slicker. Clara did nothing except lay there, her legs spread out wide, the robot working his tool deeper and deeper into her despoiled womanhood. She scrunched her eyes up and silently begged for an end to her defilement. Amy interim was actively working to get the golem off, jerking her hips up and down on the robot's hard rod. She wanted the abuse to end and she thought that maybe, if she increased the golem's pleasure, she could throw it end quicker.

"experimentation CONCLUDED - COMMENCE ejaculation,"said the robots.

At once the molesting machines pulled their squirting cocks out of the poor ravished girl. Amy's robot callously threw the redhead onto her back, aiming its semisynthetic schlong over her afters angelic typeface. Clara's robot retracted its extremity from the brunette's dripping kitty-cat and shove it into her face. Both dick erupted at the same time, spraying Amy and Clara with what felt like gallons of sizzling alien cum. The violated girl were absolutely drenched in payload after vile load of thick white jism. Their faces, hair and tits became completely soaked in the repellant ooze, which stuck to their naked rap soundbox like glue.

Clara coughed and spluttered through this final exam degradation, raising her hand to try and wipe the revolting juice from her human face and tomentum. Amy, hoping that maximising the robot's satisfaction might assist her in some way, deliberately opened her mouthpiece and flicked her garden pink tongue out, licking up and swallowing as much of the cum as she could.

When the raper robots had finished discharging over their victims, they stood up in unison and said,"EXPERIMENT CONCLUDED. ejaculation SUCCESSFUL. WITHDRAW AND PREPARE experimentation 3."

Neither Amy nor Clara heard them, or saw them leave the room. Both of the girlfriend were completely exhausted, naked, spread-eagle over their layer, covered in slimy, saccharine ribbons of cum. They had both survived experimentation 2- barely. And still they were at the mercy of whichever disaffect power had abducted them.

The four tv camera in the bedroom scanned the wake of Amy and Clara's belated ordeal. Their lenses blinked and zoomed in on the unconscious girls.

Somewhere else in the universe, a large wickedness anatomy was watching a screen which displayed the very same image. Two beautiful girls, one a tall graceful Melanerpes erythrocephalus, the other a cute petite brunette, having just been tormented and violated in the most vicious way possible.

The figure licked his lips with lust ...

TO BE CONTINUED ...