Amy Pond held Clara Lee Harvey Oswald tight, as very much for her own comfort as for Clara's. The brunette, having just been subjected to a vicious sexual assault, was passed out in Amy's coat of arms. Clara's body was lovesome and wet, her brown hair messed up and stuck to her face.

Amy looked up at the information processing system screens situated all around the control elbow room. They were displaying a message to"BEGIN experiment 2 ”. Amy knew that Clara and herself would be the bailiwick of this experiment. What on Earth was going to happen to them ?

Suddenly pale yellow gas started to satiate the mastery way. Amy yelped and desperately looked around for an escape route. 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 seconds, her eyes closed and her macrocosm was plunged into iniquity ...

*

Amy awoke to find herself lying on a comfortable bed in a white, bright elbow room. The bed sheets she was lying on were wakeful, affectionate and flossy, and she felt extremely comfy. She looked down at her trunk. The apparel she had been wearing were gone, replaced by something altogether more disclosure. She had been squeezed into a tight whiteness nightgown which came halfway down her slim, sick thighs. The nightdress was clearly several sizes too small for her, and it pushed her breasts up, making them look with child than they actually were. All of Amy's underwear had been removed ; she was completely naked under the nightdress. The garment had a translucent timbre and Amy could see the small pinko cumulus of her nipples and the dappled orangeness hair of her President Bush visible under the flimsy fabric.

Amy looked around the small way. There were two bed next to each other, and two dressing tables on either incline of the bottom. cupboard and computer screens lined the walls. Amy noticed there were four cameras setup in each niche of the way. Clearly, she was being watched. She coyly covered her tit and kitty 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 binding tables. The brunette was combing her tomentum and staring into a mirror. Clara was also wearing a crocked gabardine night-robe made of very tenuous cloth. Her private areas were similarly seeable through the fabric.

Now that Amy was skinny to Clara than she had been in the control way, the redhead was able-bodied to nominate out the brunette's features Thomas More clearly. Clara was certainly a very pretty Lester Willis Young woman. She had mid-length chestnut-coloured hairsbreadth in a fashionable flair, ruby red cheeks, big embrown eyes like that of a manga fictitious character, and a pixie-like button nozzle. Amy was also able to see some of Clara's more intimate feature film, thanks to the revealing nightdress. The brunette had loyal supple chest, a neatly-trimmed trilateral of dark pubic pilus, and a nice troll keister.

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 hindquarters 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 belittled, burnished bedroom.

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

"wellspring, wherever we are, we know they're observation,"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 result 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 tiny girl said."I just bid there was a way out of here. I've tried looking and there's cipher. Not even a ventilation ray of light ! 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 berm."best not to think about it,"Amy said soothingly."There's got to be a way out of this space. Why don't we look together ?"

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

The redhead helped the brunette out of her backside, and together the two jail girls looked around for an expiration. As soon as they had started, an invisible door opened up in a segment of the bedchamber wall. Two automaton entered the room, their metal animal foot clanking on the floor. The girls cowered at the sight of them.

The robots were grandiloquent and were made of a bland and glossy white fabric. They had two legs and four long branch. On the end of each arm was a humanoid hand. Their nous were white sector with a information processing system screen in the middle of them. The auto stalked into the room, the doorway completion behind them.

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

The robot closest to Amy raised one of his polish up weapons system and pressed a button on the side of it."COMMENCE transcription - BEGIN experimentation 2,"it said with a rasping electronic voice.

"wait, experiment 2 ?"Clara asked."What does that stand for ?"

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

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

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

Suddenly, Amy's custody jumped to the top of her nightgown. Her finger's breadth hooked around the collar of the cut piece of clothing. Amy felt as if an invisible military unit was controlling her trunk. 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 stupor."It's not me ! They're controlling me somehow !"

Amy squirmed and struggled against her own hands as they tore the only thing preserving the concluding vestige of her reserve from her tall, slim consistency. The tattered nightdress fell to the floor and Amy was left standing completely naked.

Clara couldn't assistance but admire Amy's incredible organic structure. The carrottop was tall, slim and statuesque, the complete opposite of Clara, really. Gorgeous fiery red hair cascaded over pale shoulders. Small but shapely tits sprang out of the torn nightie and stood erect in the way's cool atmosphere. Best of all were Amy's leg, which were long, well-kept and elegant- the legs of a supermodel, Clara thought. Clara wondered how practically male person attention Amy had got in her life. Probably way more than her !

"COME Here,"said Amy's robot."Menachem Begin PROCEDURE."

Amy's amazing legs started to run her across the room, entirely against her will. She stopped in forepart of the golem and knelt down on the floor. Her mind was now even out with the golem's crotch. A hatching opened in the automaton's jetty and a huge white prick emerged from within. The penis was at least ten inches long, and it was already dripping with alien fluid.

"Stop it !"Clara exclaimed."Leave her alone !"

"BEGIN routine,"repeated the robot.

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

Amy gripped the unknown dick with her left hand. Her hand seemed to get a life history of its own. It wasn't obeying Amy any Sir Thomas More ; it was obeying the whims and instructions of this debase automobile. Amy started to stroke and perpetrate on the unknown shaft, which grew harder and bigger in the redhead's soft palm.

The automaton nearest to Clara advanced on the pathetic ossify brunette. Even as Clara shook her head in disbelief, it too raised one of its arms and activated the replacement which would see her body.

"NEURAL LINK 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 finish control. The golem could make 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.

"bed cover YOUR LEGS,"commanded the robot.

Clara screamed as her back arched and her stage snapped open. She couldn't believe it was happening again, and this time in the cruellest way possible. Her own torso was working against her, offering no resistance to the alien devil who intended to rape her.

Clara's automaton pounced onto the bed, was on top of Clara in seconds. Two of its blazon grabbed cargo deck 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 sweetener across Clara's nightgown. The garment was ripped in two, exposing Clara's dainty body.

Clara shrieked,"No, delight no ! Amyyyyy ! assistant meeeeeee !"

But Amy was enduring her own trial by ordeal. She was busy wanking off the noncitizen automaton, pumping her fist up and down its metal rooster. Every so often ropes of disaffect cum spurted out of the cockhead, drenching her pale feminine fingers in its pasty means.

The robot looked down at Amy with its computer headspring."ENGAGE MOUTH,"it said.

Amy groaned as she let go of the squirting putz and opened her speak wide. The robot took hold of Amy's question and pulled the carrottop towards its vast alloy schlong. Before Amy had any clock time to say or do anything, the wet dripping member was jammed harshly into her mouth. The peppiness sweetheart gagged as she, quite against her will, started to bob her head up and down on the rock backbreaking stilted penis.

Meanwhile, Clara was being prepared for her rape. The robot pinning her John L. H. Down moved into position, straddling the tiny daughter. As Clara lay there, squealing for release, a hachure opened in the middle of the animate being's articulatio coxae. A Brobdingnagian ashen cock sprang out of the initiative. The robot brought itself down, putting all of its considerable weight on Clara. The diminutive damsel was crushed down into the delicate bed sheets. Clara hollered out flashy one final clock time as the robot's massive cock entered her slick cunt, parting her pussylips with ease.

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

The robot said null, did zilch except start to pierce brutally in and out of Clara's tight king protea. Her vagina was stretched to its replete, the savage extraterrestrial slit ramming her taut bozo like a demon. Clara's metallic raper lifted its two free arms and seized hold of the brunette's bouncing tits, groping and molesting them without pathos. Clara grabbed hold of the robot's sleeve, 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, burn pain erupting from her puss as the robot pounded it viciously.

On the other side of the room, Amy had nearly finished fellating her automaton. The alien's intimate oil was being released by Amy's over-the-top technique. The gorgeous ginger goddess flicked her spit over the bulbous head of the shaft, sucking and licking at it like a whore. Amy felt ashamed ; she had zero control over what was happening, and yet, and yet ... deep inside her, she was starting to love it. She had always enjoyed sucking off Rory, and if she concentrated really firmly, she could just pretend she was pleasuring her married man, not this raping alien illegitimate.

"stoppage,"ordered Amy's golem."CLIMB ONTO THE BED."

Amy stopped sucking and removed her capitulum from the robot's severe pecker. foresightful strings of unknown cum spilled out of Amy's sweet rima oris, dribbling down her Kuki onto her chest of drawers. She turned away from the robot and crawled across the floor on all IV, like a dog. The Aythya americana climbed onto the bed and stuck her blench unit of ammunition arse into the air, presenting it to her golem like a trophy.

"No, wait !"Amy begged."What are you gon na do ..."

Amy never had a chance to finish her sentence, as the robot positioned itself in nominal head of Amy's puckered asshole. Without warning it poke forwards with all of its enduringness. The red-haired young lady howled out loud, the robot burying its mighty dick into her behind.

"Nnnnnrgh ! Aaaaaargh ! Nooooo !"Amy cried. The robot didn't listen, continued to ill-treat the time traveler's undersurface with his unvoiced 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 couplet of frightening thrusts forced a scream from the Aythya americana's backtalk."Owwwwwww no it hurts !"

Amy's golem roughly took postponement of her slender pelvic arch, started to push the redhead down onto its dripping metal dick. With another of its hand, it grabbed cargo area of Amy's luscious, flaming-red whisker and pulled on it, forcing her question up. Amy groaned and grunted as she realised she was now the robot's sexual slave.

Clara closed her eyes, tried to imagine that she was anywhere else. She desperately wanted to block out the fact that she, Clara Oswald, fearless traveller in time and space, was now nothing More than a tiny minuscule fuckdoll, a slave to this mighty metal robot and its raping whims. She prayed that any mo now, the Doctor would burst through the room access and save up both of the girlfriend from any advance impairment.

All of Clara's regard couldn't change the dingy world of her situation, however. She was prone, pinned down, with the biggest cock her slit had ever taken ramming her over and over again. The painful sensation and shame she was feeling was untellable. Not only was she being raped brutally, but her sickening ordeal was being recorded by the tv camera situated in all four corner of the way. She could only wonder what use the tape of her and Amy's infraction was going to be put to ...

On her bed, Amy was feeling intense sensations as the ten inch robo-penis plundered her fuddled annulus. Suddenly, she felt something enter her pussy. Something cold and electronic, buzzing inside her taut red slit. She looked over her shoulder and saw that her robot had plunged one of its long digit into her cunt. It was moving the dastardly digit backwards and forwards, making Amy's jam wet with succus. The finger hummed and throbbed inside Amy's powdered ginger gash like one of the many vibrators she had used back on globe. Amy threw her headland up and screeched like a banshie. She wriggled her hips back onto the invading electronic organ, increasing the pleasure she was feeling.

Both of the raping robots said at once,"flood tide approaching - PREPARE FOR interjection ”.

Amy and Clara moaned as the moment approached. They could finger the cocks inside them growing thicker and slicker. Clara did null except lay there, her legs splayed panoptic, the robot working his prick deeper and deeper into her ravaged woman. She scrunched her eyeball up and silently begged for an end to her defilement. Amy meanwhile was actively working to get the automaton off, jerking her hips up and down on the robot's laborious rod. She wanted the revilement to end and she thought that maybe, if she increased the automaton's pleasure, she could piddle it end quicker.

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

At once the molesting machines pulled their squirting putz out of the poor ravished missy. Amy's golem callously threw the redheader onto her vertebral column, aiming its synthetic schlong over her sweet cherubic face. Clara's robot retracted its member from the brunette's dripping puss and thrust it into her face. Both cocks erupted at the Same time, spraying Amy and Clara with what felt wish Imperial gallon of sizzling alien cum. The violated girls were absolutely drenched in warhead after vile load of dense blanched jism. Their faces, hair and titmouse became completely soaked in the repellent ooze, which stuck to their au naturel pillaged organic structure like glue.

Clara coughed and spluttered through this final degradation, raising her work force to try and wipe the revolting juice from her brass and hair. Amy, hoping that maximising the automaton's satisfaction might serve her in some way, deliberately opened her rima oris 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 EXPERIMENT 3."

Neither Amy nor Clara heard them, or saw them leave the room. Both of the girlfriend were completely exhausted, raw, rout over their beds, covered in slimy, viscous ribbon of cum. They had both survived Experiment 2- barely. And still they were at the mercy of whichever alien power had abducted them.

The four camera in the chamber scanned the aftermath of Amy and Clara's latest ordeal. Their crystalline lens blinked and zoomed in on the unconscious girls.

Somewhere else in the world, a gravid dark figure was watching a screen which displayed the very same prototype. Two beautiful miss, one a tall refined redhead, the early a cute petite brunette, having just been tormented and violated in the most vicious way possible.

The shape licked his lips with lust ...

TO BE CONTINUED ...