Clara awoke to see a low hum sound all around her. She opened her heart and was shocked to happen that she was no longer in the TARDIS. She was lying, completed naked and her legs splayed, on a assuredness credit card bed that gently pulsed with flannel light. The bed was situated in the middle of a large, rotary mastery room, with many panel and figurer screens all along the paries. Some of the computer concealment were displaying random noncitizen school text ; others were showing prototype of outer space.

Clara started to panic when she realised that her hands and feet were restrained to the bed by thick metal straps. Where was she, and what on worldly concern was happening ?

"Hey, what's going on ?"Clara cried out, struggling against the closely metal adhesion."Doctor of the Church ? Where am I ?"

Then Clara heard a gentle knocking phone coming from behind her. She craned her cervix as much as her bonds would appropriate, looking in the steering of the sound. On the opposite slope of the ascendence way, there was a large spyglass cylinder. Standing inside the cylinder was a marvellous, slim down Danton True Young woman not much new than Clara herself, perhaps about 5ft 10 in height. She had smooth pale skin, scrumptious long red hair that glowed like fire, and long shapely legs that seemed to go on forever. Unlike Clara, the woman was fully clothed, wearing tall dark hound, a gold-coloured mini, a mingy black top and dark denim jacket.

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

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

"My name is Amy pond,"the young Scotchman woman said."I was with my friend the medico. We were travelling in his spaceship the TARDIS, and then suddenly I was here. I've been stuck in this wee ice John Cage for 60 minutes. You arrived only a short-circuit time ago."

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

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

Clara leaned her head back to try and get a better smell at the tall redhead."But that's impossible !"Clara exclaimed."The Doctor is my Quaker ! I was travelling in the TARDIS with him, and then next thing I know I'm prevarication here !"

Amy smiled and asked,"Does your Doctor look like a Lester Willis Young nerd with floppy disk tomentum and a bowtie ?"

Clara's constraint clinked as she shifted about on the bed."Yes, he did ! But then he changed. Into an older man with egg white hair- and a Scots accent, believe it or not !"

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

"Okay amercement,"Clara sighed, looking down at her naked dead body."But what am I doing with no clothes on ? !"

"well, that I can explicate,"Amy said, turning away slightly and blushing."As soon as you arrived, the robots came. They tied you down to the bed and cut your wearing apparel off. I told them to stop but they didn't listen. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, it's not your fault,"Clara said."I guess we're both stuck here. What do you recollect the robots want ?"

"I don't know,"the redhead replied."They haven't said a parole since I got here."

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

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

Just then, a trashy alarm rang out through the ascendency room. Several of the computer screens started displaying the following text edition :

"TARGETS ACQUIRED - NEURAL inter-group communication BEING ESTABLISHED - COMMENCE experiment"

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 for sure everything is going to be very well !"

All of a sudden, portal site opened up on Clara's bed. Clara looked down in panic. Out of the portals came six fatheaded metal tentacles. Two of them coiled around her ankles. Another two latched onto her arms, looping around several meter 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 brassy as the rough metal tendrils felt their way over her petite, exposed body.

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

The tentacles- or whoever was controlling them- didn't respond. Clara's manacle and ft restraints snapped back, freeing her hands and feet. But there was no escaping now- the tentacles held her fasting. Clara struggled in their powerful hairgrip, desperately trying to rick herself disembarrass. It was no use. Her feeble frame and bone was no match for the strength of the noncitizen technology.

The next thing Clara knew, the tentacles were lifting her bantam nude body into the air. She tried kicking out with her arms and legs, but all her struggles were to no avail. It had no effect on the behaviour of the tentacles. She was their captive, and it was assoil that they could do whatever they liked with her.

One of the tentacles around Clara's shank started to proceed again. It very slowly slithered down Clara's naked body. Clara was dismayed to see where it was heading. It was going straight towards her exposed darkness kitty-cat !

"No, wait, please finish !"Clara pleaded with her capturer as the tentacle inched closer to her diminutive ping mound.

"Leave her alone ! finish it now !"Amy cried out, ineffective to help her brunette friend.

The tentacles around Clara's smooth wooden leg coiled further up to her second joint. They started to act apart, wrenching Clara's legs open. Clara threw her head back and screamed as she realised what the tentacles had in store for her.

Meanwhile the tentacle menacing Clara's pussy started to convert. The forepart of it morphed its shape, growing a long silver tongue. The lingua was wet with translucent alien saliva, dripping and drooling onto the command room floor. The tentacle reared up like an beast about to set on, and then it pounced on Clara's womanhood.

Clara screamed louder than ever as the invading alien tongue licked and sucked at her most sensitive area."Nooooooo !"she cried out forte, sobbing, as she felt the rough appendage dribble and stroke from the bottom of her opening to the top. Alien spittle mixed with Clara's own sexual juice as the synthetic tongue found Clara's clitoris, working it mercilessly.

The other tentacle around Clara's waist drew back, and also started to change. It grew wider and longer, forming a Brobdingnagian silver member. The hokey peter was at to the lowest degree ten inches long.

Clara's eyes widened as the penis hovered above her head word."No, please, no !"she wailed. Before she had metre to say anything else, the cock launched itself into her pouting sassing, filling her throat in one beastly movement. Clara groaned, ineffective to do anything except lie there, as the giant penis started to slowly jab in and out of the time traveller's mellifluous mouth.

Amy could nothing except stand and watch as Clara was being brutalised by the outlander tentacles. Her center filled with teardrop and she sobbed out loud, not just for the poor ravaged brunette, but in the knowledge that surely, soon, it would be her turn.

Clara moaned as both her pussy and mouth were being ravished by the detached disaffect tech. The cock ramming itself down her throat was so big, she was sure it was going to dislocate her jaw. The metal penis was coated in some variant of alien lubricant, and these amalgamate with Clara's spit to aid its progress in facefucking her like looney. Clara gagged several times as the crimson stranger son of a bitch forced itself further into her lip, smashing against her tonsils.

One of the tentacles around Clara's legs also began to change, turning into another immense metal penis. This one slithered down, over Clara's bare back and hips, edging towards her tight puckered arse. Clara shook her head in desperation, moaned as she felt the noncitizen dildo caress her bare stern. She clenched her pert buttcheeks together, praying that the tentacle would bequeath this part of her alone. She had never done anal before, and was sure it would hurt. There was no way the tentacle was going to be gentle !

Then, quick as a flash and to Clara's horror, the vast metal penis rammed itself into her arse. At the Saame meter, the peter in Clara's mouth withdrew, leaving her spare to scream at this new intrusion of her body.

"Aaaaaaaaargh ! No please get hold of it out !"Clara wailed."Amy please help meeeeee !"

"point it ! Stop it, you'll vote down her !"Amy shouted at the noncitizen monster.

Clara shut her eyes, tear streaming down her face, as the metallic element dildo pounded into her arse. She shrieked with every one of its savage thrusts. It felt as if it was ripping her loose. There was no shelter from the violence of this raping estrange monstrosity.

The penis that had been in Clara's mouth now moved to her perky tits. The two tentacles around her arms adjusted, pushing Clara's jiggling tit up. The penis inserted itself between the two bosom and started sawing backwards and forwards, using Clara's sensitive breast as a mean value to kindle pleasure.

"Nnnnngh ! Aaaargh ! No !"Clara cried, powerless to stop this new chagrin. The silver stopcock was well lubricated with both its own and Clara's succus, and every so often it twitched and spurted out droplets of thick white liquid onto Clara's breasts. The cock in Clara's arse pulled in and out of her, matching the rhythm of the cock abusing her piteous titties.

Amy could barely contribute herself to watch over the horrendous spectacle. Clara was completely in the tentacles'power. The petite brunette looked like nothing more than a doll, a tiny dame suspended in the air, legs splayed far apart and wrapped in raping metal tendrils. Amy cursed whoever had subjected her new friend, and fellow companion, to this indignity.

The dildo in between Clara's tits crawled away. It moved slowly down her tight body, spurting alien cum as it went. Clara followed the tentacle with revulsion. She knew where it was heading, what it wanted from her. The final degradation. She squealed and pleaded with her foreign capturer, but she knew that they would declare oneself no mercy. She was now their toy. The huge metal cock throbbed and slithered slowly over her tummy, towards her twat. Clara knew it intended to rape her again.

The tentacles around Clara's pegleg moved at the same time, pulling her legs even wider apart, stretching Clara's petite soundbox out. The metal dildo approached Clara's kitty. The tongue which had been relentlessly licking at Clara's well up clit moved out of its way. Clara looked down at the horrible dilate pipe organ. Thick alien succus glistened all over the metallic element shaft. Clara sobbed helplessly as the thing slowly moved towards her gap, which was wet with saliva from the alien clapper. The huge alloy cock pushed against Clara's pussylips and slowly, inexorably thrust inside.

"Aaaaah !"Clara groaned forlornly as the stopcock slammed into her sopping cunt. Both of her muddle were now being assaulted viciously. The tentacles pinning down her weapon system and legs moved rhythmically backwards and forwards, rocking the petite brunette up and down on the rock hard metallic shaft. The alien dildos were so hard and cold inside her, filling her up totally and giving her previously terra incognita sensations. Pleasure mixed with nuisance and ignominy as her arse and puss were raped brutally.

The cocks inside Clara started to pound her harder and faster. The brown-haired girl winced and her mouth gaped open in a wordless scream ; she had never been fucked this hard in her animation. The tongue tentacle leaped to her breasts, licking and sucking her stave nipples, making Clara coo out loud.

Amy wanted to be ghastly. Surely Clara couldn't take much more of this ? Whoever was doing this, they wouldn't stop until they had squeezed every ounce of delight out of the ravaged brunette. Loud squelching sound and the slapping of metal against Clara's soma were all Amy could hear, echoing horribly around the dominance room.

Clara felt something happening. The metal prick were growing larger and more turn on. She felt them set about to tweet against her pussy rampart and arsecheeks. Surely the time was now ... ?

As soon as Clara thought it, the dicks exploded. Thick jets of extraterrestrial being cum spurted inside her butt and puss, spilling out of her. Clara screamed as she felt the moth-eaten sexual oil spray inside of her consistency. The cocks continued to twitch and squirt for over a minute, draining every last drib into Clara's holes.

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

The metallic element penises withdrew from Clara's opening, sliding out with tacky popping sounds. The tentacles fastened around Clara's shapely limbs retracted, bringing her poor tire out consistency back down to the plastic bed. Clara flopped onto the bed, too weak to move, her pussy and can stinging and raw. The tentacles disappeared into the vena portae around the bed.

Amy blinked and the glass piston chamber holding her prisoner ceased to exist. Now unfreeze, Amy rushed over to her abused friend. She ran to Clara's position and held her, hugging her close. Clara was covered in a thinly glaze of lather and globules of odorous foreigner jizz.

"Clara ? Clara, are you alright ?"Amy asked, weeping. Clara could say nothing, was practically passed out in Amy's arms. The redhead stroked the brunette's shiny dark-skinned fuzz, trying to comfort her."Don't concern, it's alright. It's all over now."

Even as Amy spoke those words, she knew that they weren't dead on target. They were both captive of an unknown alien force, who would arrest at zero to extract the level best amount of sexual gratification from their powerless consistency. It was Clara's turn now, next it would surely be Amy's. Amy shuddered at the persuasion of being carried aloft by the raping tentacles and abused in all her gob.

The alarm rang through the control room again and the information processing system filmdom started displaying a new instruction :

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

Amy gulped, clutching Clara's naked body airless to her. They were both in grievous trouble ...

TO BE CONTINUED ...