Amy pool held Clara Oswald tight, as often for her own comfort as for Clara's. The brunet, having just been subjected to a vicious sexual assault, was passed out in Amy's weaponry. Clara's body was warm and wet, her Brown hair messed up and stick to her face.

Amy looked up at the computer screens situated all around the ascendence room. They were displaying a message to"Menachem Begin EXPERIMENT 2 ”. Amy knew that Clara and herself would be the bailiwick of this experimentation. What on Earth was going to happen to them ?

Suddenly pale yellow gas started to fill the dominance room. Amy yelped and desperately looked around for an relief valve route. To her dismay, there was no way out. The gas engulfed Amy and almost instantly she started to pitch blackness out. She grasped at the air and sank to the ground, coughing and choking. Within a few seconds, her eyes closed and her worldly concern was plunged into shadow ...

*

Amy awoke to find herself lying on a comfortable bed in a white, bright elbow room. The bed sheets she was lying on were brightness level, warm and downy, and she felt extremely comfortable. She looked down at her body. The wearing apparel she had been wearing were gone, replaced by something altogether more revealing. She had been squeezed into a tight blank nightgown which came halfway down her slim, pale thighs. The night-robe was clearly several size too minor for her, and it pushed her breasts up, making them look tumid than they actually were. All of Amy's underwear had been removed ; she was completely naked under the nightgown. The garment had a translucent quality and Amy could see the small knock hillock of her nipple and the dappled orange hair of her bush seeable under the flimsy fabric.

Amy looked around the small elbow room. There were two bottom next to each other, and two dressing board on either side of the bed. closet and computer screens lined the rampart. Amy noticed there were four camera setup in each quoin of the elbow room. Clearly, she was being watched. She coyly covered her boob and pussy with her hands, didn't want whoever had captured her to see too much ... yet.

Amy saw that Clara was sitting at one of the fertilisation tables. The brunet was combing her hair and staring into a mirror. Clara was also wearing a tight white night-robe made of very cut textile. Her private region were similarly visible through the framework.

Now that Amy was closer to Clara than she had been in the control room, the redheader was able to produce out the brunette's features Sir Thomas More clearly. Clara was certainly a very pretty youthful woman. She had mid-length chestnut-colored hair in a fashionable manner, ruby red cheeks, big brown eyes like that of a manga character, and a pixie-like push button nose. Amy was also able to see some of Clara's more intimate characteristic, thanks to the revealing nightgown. The brunette had firmly supple breasts, a neatly-trimmed triangle of dreary pubic fuzz, and a decent round arse.

No dubiousness 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 confront Amy."I'm okay,"she replied."I'm not offend. I think they healed me somehow."

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

"We must be somewhere else on the starship,"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 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 resolution to that, Clara,"Amy said."I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

Clara shrugged."It's okay, it's not your faulting,"the petite girl said."I just wish there was a way out of here. I've tried looking and there's nix. 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 articulatio humeri."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 scepter of tears, sniffled and nodded her head.

The Aythya americana helped the brunette out of her place, and together the two imprisoned young woman looked around for an exit. As soon as they had started, an invisible doorway opened up in a section of the bedroom rampart. Two automaton entered the room, their metal feet clanking on the floor. The girls cowered at the batch of them.

The robots were tall and were made of a smooth and shiny Patrick White stuff. They had two legs and four foresighted arm. On the end of each arm was a mechanical man mitt. Their heads were lily-white spheres with a computer screen in the eye of them. The political machine stalked into the room, the doorway closing behind them.

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

The robot closest to Amy raised one of his polish weapon and pressed a button on the slope of it."COMMENCE RECORDING - Menachem Begin EXPERIMENT 2,"it said with a rasping electronic voice.

"time lag, experiment 2 ?"Clara asked."What does that intend ?"

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

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

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

Suddenly, Amy's workforce jumped to the top of her nightgown. Her fingers hooked around the collar of the thin piece of clothing. Amy felt as if an unseeable force-out was controlling her organic structure. 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 blow."It's not me ! They're controlling me somehow !"

Amy squirmed and struggled against her own hired hand as they tore the simply affair preserving the net vestige of her modesty from her tall, slim body. The tatterdemalion nightgown fell to the floor and Amy was left standing completely naked.

Clara couldn't help but admire Amy's incredible organic structure. The redhead was marvellous, slim and statuesque, the complete contrary of Clara, really. Gorgeous fiery red tomentum cascaded over blanch shoulder joint. Small but shapely tits sprang out of the torn nightgown and stood erect in the way's cool atmosphere. Best of all were Amy's stage, which were long, trim and elegant- the legs of a supermodel, Clara thought. Clara wondered how very much Male attention Amy had got in her liveliness. Probably way more than her !

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

Amy's amazing ramification started to carry her across the room, entirely against her will. She stopped in figurehead of the robot and knelt down on the flooring. Her head was now level with the automaton's crotch. A hatch opened in the automaton's mole and a huge white putz emerged from within. The fellow member was at least ten column inch long, and it was already dripping with outlander fluid.

"layover it !"Clara exclaimed."leave of absence her alone !"

"BEGIN PROCEDURE,"repeated the robot.

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

Amy gripped the alien hammer with her exit paw. Her bridge player seemed to take in a life of its own. It wasn't obeying Amy any more ; it was obeying the whims and instructions of this perverted auto. Amy started to stroke and rend on the noncitizen putz, which grew gruelling and larger in the red-header's flabby palm.

The robot nearest to Clara advanced on the poor people petrified brunet. Even as Clara shook her drumhead in disbelief, it too raised one of its branch and activated the shift which would ascertain her body.

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

"No, no !"Clara pleaded. But it was no use. Her organic structure was under complete controller. The robot could work 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 wooden leg,"commanded the robot.

Clara screamed as her backrest arched and her ramification snapped undefended. She couldn't believe it was happening again, and this time in the cruellest way possible. Her own eubstance was working against her, offering no opposition to the alien devil who intended to rape her.

Clara's golem pounced onto the bed, was on top of Clara in seconds. Two of its weapon grabbed custody of Clara's legs and roughly pulled them up into the air. A third 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 dainty body.

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

But Amy was enduring her own ordeal. She was meddlesome wanking off the noncitizen automaton, pumping her fist up and down its alloy cock. Every so often ropes of estrange cum spurted out of the cockhead, drenching her pallid feminine finger's breadth in its sticky message.

The robot looked down at Amy with its electronic computer caput."ENGAGE rima oris,"it said.

Amy groaned as she let go of the squirting dick and opened her mouth 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 penis 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 Rock hard stilted penis.

Meanwhile, Clara was being prepared for her rape. The robot pinning her down moved into office, straddling the petite miss. As Clara lay there, squealing for release, a hatch opened in the eye of the beast's pelvic girdle. A immense white pecker sprang out of the opening. The robot brought itself down, putting all of its considerable weight on Clara. The petite damozel was crushed down into the soft bed sheets. Clara hollered out loudly one last time as the golem's massive turncock entered her crafty twat, parting her pussylips with ease.

"Aaaaaaaargh ! No, delight don't rapine meeeeeeeee !"Clara screamed to high heaven.

The robot said nothing, did zippo except start to pierce brutally in and out of Clara's tight king protea. Her vagina was stretched to its good, the wolf alien scratch ramming her taut twat like a demon. Clara's metallic rapist lifted its two relinquish arms and seized appreciation of the brunette's bouncing tits, groping and molesting them without pity. Clara grabbed appreciation of the robot's blazon, tried to pull them off her chest, but there was no way she could move them. Clara threw her capitulum back and shrieked for all she was Worth, cutting pain in the ass erupting from her pussy as the robot pounded it viciously.

On the other side of the room, Amy had nearly finished fellating her automaton. The unknown's sexual oil was being released by Amy's sinful technique. The gorgeous ginger goddess flicked her tongue over the bulbous psyche of the rooster, sucking and licking at it like a sporting lady. 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 tough, she could just make believe she was pleasuring her married man, not this raping exotic asshole.

"closure,"ordered Amy's automaton."CLIMB ONTO THE BED."

Amy stopped sucking and removed her head from the golem's hard peter. tenacious chain of disaffect cum spilled out of Amy's sweet mouth, dribbling down her chin onto her chest. She turned away from the robot and crawled across the story on all quartet, like a dog. The redhead climbed onto the bed and stuck her pale turn arse 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 luck to terminate her sentence, as the robot positioned itself in front of Amy's puckered arse. Without warning it throw forwards with all of its durability. The red-haired girl howled out loud, the robot burying its mighty stopcock into her backside.

"Nnnnnrgh ! Aaaaaargh ! Nooooo !"Amy cried. The robot didn't listen, continued to abuse the time traveler's bottom with his tough 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 duet of terrible thrusts forced a scream from the Aythya americana's mouth."Owwwwwww no it hurts !"

Amy's golem roughly took hold of her slender articulatio coxae, started to campaign the redhead down onto its dripping metal dick. With another of its manpower, it grabbed detainment of Amy's delicious, 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 striver.

Clara closed her oculus, tried to imagine that she was anywhere else. She desperately wanted to obturate out the fact that she, Clara Lee Harvey Oswald, intrepid traveller in time and blank space, was now nothing Thomas More than a tiny niggling fuckdoll, a slave to this mighty alloy golem and its raping whim. She prayed that any instant now, the Doctor would break through the door and save both of the girls from any farther scathe.

All of Clara's indirect request couldn't change the disconsolate realness of her billet, however. She was prone, pinned down, with the biggest cock her pussy had ever taken ramming her over and over again. The pain and disgrace she was feeling was indescribable. Not only was she being raped brutally, but her offensive ordeal was being recorded by the camera situated in all four corners of the room. She could only wonder what use the tape of her and Amy's trespass was going to be put to ...

On her bed, Amy was feeling intense sensory faculty as the ten inch robo-penis plundered her pixilated ring. Suddenly, she felt something enter her pussy. Something cold and electronic, buzzing inside her taut red scratch. She looked over her shoulder and saw that her robot had plunged one of its long fingers into her slit. It was moving the dastardly digit backwards and forwards, making Amy's hole wet with juices. The finger hummed and throbbed inside Amy's gingerroot cut like one of the many vibrators she had used back on solid ground. Amy threw her top dog up and screeched like a banshee. She wriggled her hips back onto the invading reed organ, increasing the pleasure she was feeling.

Both of the raping golem said at once,"sexual climax approaching - PREPARE FOR ejaculation ”.

Amy and Clara moaned as the mo approached. They could feel the dick inside them growing thicker and beguiler. Clara did nothing except lay there, her legs splayed full, the golem working his cock deeper and deeper into her devastate womanhood. She scrunched her eye up and silently begged for an end to her befoulment. Amy meanwhile was actively working to get the robot off, jerking her hip joint up and down on the robot's severe rod. She wanted the abuse to end and she thought that maybe, if she increased the robot's pleasure, she could give it end quicker.

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

At once the molesting machines pulled their squirting tool out of the poor ravished girls. Amy's robot callously threw the redhead onto her back, aiming its synthetic schlong over her sweet angelic cheek. Clara's robot retracted its member from the brunet's dripping pussy and lunge it into her face. Both rooster erupted at the Lapp prison term, spraying Amy and Clara with what felt wish gallons of sizzling alien cum. The violated girls were absolutely drenched in load after offensive load of thick E. B. White jism. Their faces, hair and titty became completely soaked in the repellent ooze, which stuck to their bare raped bodies like glue.

Clara coughed and spluttered through this final abasement, raising her hand to try and pass over the revolting juice from her boldness and hair. Amy, hoping that maximising the golem's gratification might help her in some way, deliberately opened her sass and flicked her pinko glossa 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 room. Both of the girls were completely exhausted, bare, spread-eagled over their bed, covered in slimy, syrupy typewriter ribbon of cum. They had both survived experimentation 2- barely. And still they were at the mercy of whichever unknown mightiness had abducted them.

The four camera in the sleeping accommodation scanned the aftermath of Amy and Clara's later ordeal. Their lenses blinked and zoomed in on the unconscious mind girls.

Somewhere else in the population, a large drear figure was watching a screen which displayed the very Sami image. Two beautiful girls, one a tall graceful redhead, the early a cute petite brunette, having just been tormented and violated in the most vicious way possible.

The figure licked his lips with luxuria ...

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