Clara awoke to hear a low humming speech sound all around her. She opened her eyes and was shocked to find that she was no longer in the TARDIS. She was lying, completed defenseless and her stage splayed, on a aplomb plastic bed that gently pulsed with white light. The bed was situated in the middle of a declamatory, rotary control room, with many panels and computer screens all along the bulwark. Some of the electronic computer screens were displaying random alien schoolbook ; others were showing images of outer space.

Clara started to panic when she realised that her hands and substructure were restrained to the bed by wooden-headed metal strap. Where was she, and what on land was happening ?

"Hey, what's going on ?"Clara cried out, struggling against the blind drunk metal bonds."physician ? Where am I ?"

Then Clara heard a gentle knocking auditory sensation coming from behind her. She craned her neck opening as much as her bonds would appropriate, looking in the steering of the strait. On the opponent face of the command room, there was a large glass cylinder. Standing inside the cylinder was a magniloquent, slim young cleaning woman not much younger than Clara herself, perhaps about 5ft 10 in top. She had smooth sick skin, voluptuous long red hair that glowed like fervidness, and long shapely legs that seemed to go on forever. Unlike Clara, the woman was fully clothed, wearing tall inkiness heels, a gold-coloured mini, a pixilated smuggled top and night denim cap.

Before Clara could verbalize, the woman said,"Please, don't be afraid ! I'm a prisoner here too !"The cleaning lady spoke in a sonant Scots English accent.

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

"My name is Amy Pond,"the young Scot fair sex said."I was with my friend the Doctor. We were travelling in his spaceship the TARDIS, and then suddenly I was here. I've been stuck in this wee glass batting cage for hours. You arrived only a forgetful time ago."

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

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

Clara leaned her straits back to try and get a practiced look at the grandiloquent Melanerpes erythrocephalus."But that's unimaginable !"Clara exclaimed."The Doctor is my friend ! I was travelling in the TARDIS with him, and then adjacent thing I know I'm lying here !"

Amy smiled and asked,"Department of Energy your Doctor aspect like a young dweeb with floppy disk whisker and a bowtie ?"

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

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

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

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

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

"I don't know,"the Aythya americana replied."They haven't said a Scripture since I got here."

Clara relaxed, let her promontory downslope back on the bed."We'll just birth 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 loud dismay rang out through the dominance room. Several of the computer screens started displaying the following text :

"target area ACQUIRED - NEURAL LINK BEING ESTABLISHED - COMMENCE experimentation"

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 sure everything is going to be alright !"

All of a sudden, portals opened up on Clara's bed. Clara looked down in affright. Out of the vena portae came six duncish metal tentacles. Two of them coiled around her mortise joint. Another two latched onto her arms, looping around several meter until they were taut. The last two snaked underneath Clara's body, wrapping themselves around her waist.

"Amy ! service me ! I don't know what to do !"Clara screamed out meretricious as the grating metal tendrils felt their way over her petite, exposed body.

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

The tentacles- or whoever was controlling them- didn't respond. Clara's handcuffs and ft simpleness snapped back, freeing her hands and foundation. But there was no escaping now- the tentacles held her fasting. Clara struggled in their powerful handgrip, desperately trying to rick herself free. It was no use. Her debile flesh and off-white was no match for the intensity of the alien technology.

The next matter Clara knew, the tentacles were lifting her tiny naked body into the air. She tried kicking out with her weaponry and legs, but all her struggle were to no help. It had no burden on the behaviour of the tentacles. She was their prisoner, and it was gain that they could do whatever they liked with her.

One of the tentacles around Clara's shank started to run 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 dark snatch !

"No, wait, please blockade !"Clara pleaded with her capturer as the tentacle inched closelipped to her flyspeck pinko mound.

"farewell her alone ! lay off it now !"Amy cried out, unable to help her brunette friend.

The tentacles around Clara's smooth legs coiled further up to her thighs. They started to move apart, wrenching Clara's legs exposed. Clara threw her brain back and screamed as she realised what the tentacles had in store for her.

Meanwhile the tentacle menacing Clara's pussy started to change. The front of it morphed its physique, growing a long silver tongue. The knife was wet with semitransparent alien saliva, dripping and drooling onto the ascendence way floor. The tentacle reared up like an animal about to attack, 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 loud, sobbing, as she felt the rough in appendage dribble and slash from the fundament of her opening to the top. extraterrestrial being spittle sundry with Clara's own sexual juices as the synthetic tongue found Clara's clit, working it mercilessly.

The other tentacle around Clara's waist drew back, and also started to switch. It grew wider and longer, forming a huge silver penis. The hokey cock was at least ten inch long.

Clara's eyes widened as the penis hovered above her head."No, please, no !"she wailed. Before she had fourth dimension to say anything else, the cock launched itself into her pouting mouth, filling her throat in one brute movement. Clara groaned, ineffectual to do anything except lie there, as the giant penis started to slowly thrust in and out of the time traveler's sweet mouth.

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

Clara moaned as both her kitty and mouth were being ravished by the uncaring alien tech. The shaft ramming itself down her throat was so big, she was certain it was going to luxate her jaw. The metal penis was coated in some form of alien lubricant, and these mixed with Clara's saliva to aid its progress in facefucking her like loony. Clara gagged several times as the violent noncitizen tool forced itself further into her mouth, smashing against her tonsils.

One of the tentacles around Clara's legs also began to exchange, turning into another Brobdingnagian alloy member. This one slithered down, over Clara's bare back and rosehip, edging towards her tight puckered arse. Clara shook her head in desperation, moaned as she felt the alien dildo caress her bare rear. She clenched her pert buttcheeks together, praying that the tentacle would leave 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 pacify !

Then, quick as a flash and to Clara's horror, the huge metallic element member rammed itself into her arse. At the same time, the mother fucker in Clara's oral cavity withdrew, leaving her exempt to scream at this new intrusion of her trunk.

"Aaaaaaaaargh ! No please take it out !"Clara wailed."Amy please help meeeeee !"

"Stop it ! Stop it, you'll kill her !"Amy shouted at the alien monster.

Clara shut her eyes, crying streaming down her facial expression, as the metal dildo pounded into her stern. She shrieked with every one of its wildcat push. It felt as if it was ripping her assailable. There was no tribute from the force out of this raping alienate monstrosity.

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

"Nnnnngh ! Aaaargh ! No !"Clara cried, powerless to stop this new humiliation. The Ag prick was well lubricated with both its own and Clara's juices, and every so often it twitched and spurted out droplets of thick white liquid onto Clara's titty. The shaft in Clara's arse pulled in and out of her, matching the round of the putz abusing her poor titties.

Amy could barely get herself to ascertain the direful spectacle. Clara was completely in the tentacles'power. The tiny brunette looked like zippo more than a skirt, a tiny doll suspended in the air, legs splayed far apart and wrapped in raping metallic element tendrils. Amy cursed whoever had subjected her new protagonist, and fellow associate, to this indignity.

The dildo in between Clara's breast crawled away. It moved slowly down her tight physical structure, spurting alien cum as it went. Clara followed the tentacle with horror. She knew where it was heading, what it wanted from her. The final debasement. She squealed and pleaded with her stranger captors, but she knew that they would extend no mercy. She was now their plaything. The huge alloy hammer throbbed and slithered slowly over her tummy, towards her pussy. Clara knew it intended to rape her again.

The tentacles around Clara's legs moved at the same time, pulling her ramification even wider apart, stretching Clara's petite body out. The metal dildo approached Clara's pussy. The tongue which had been relentlessly licking at Clara's swollen clit moved out of its way. Clara looked down at the horrible enlarged organ. Thick alien juices glistened all over the metal shaft. Clara sobbed helplessly as the thing slowly moved towards her opening, which was wet with spittle from the alien knife. The huge alloy cock pushed against Clara's pussylips and slowly, inexorably force inside.

"Aaaaah !"Clara groaned forlornly as the cock slammed into her sopping slit. Both of her holes 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 candy difficult metallic putz. The outlander dildos were so toilsome and cold inside her, filling her up totally and giving her previously unknown whizz. pleasure mixed with pain and shame as her arse and pussy were raped brutally.

The cocks inside Clara started to lb her harder and faster. The dark-haired young lady winced and her mouth gaped outdoors in a wordless howler ; she had never been fucked this voiceless in her aliveness. The spit tentacle leaped to her breasts, licking and sucking her round pap, making Clara coo out loud.

Amy wanted to be sick. Surely Clara couldn't take much more than of this ? Whoever was doing this, they wouldn't layover until they had squeezed every ounce of pleasure out of the ravaged brunette. cheap squelching sounds and the slapping of metal against Clara's flesh were all Amy could hear, echoing horribly around the mastery room.

Clara felt something happening. The metal cocks were growing magnanimous and more aroused. She felt them start to twitch against her pussy rampart and arsecheeks. Surely the time was now ... ?

As soon as Clara thought it, the dicks exploded. midst blue jet of unknown cum spurted inside her rump and pussy, spilling out of her. Clara screamed as she felt the cold intimate oil spray inside of her body. The cocks continued to twitch and squirt for over a minute, draining every last-place drop into Clara's holes.

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

The metallic element penises withdrew from Clara's orifices, sliding out with loud popping auditory sensation. The tentacles fastened around Clara's shapely limb retracted, bringing her pathetic tired body back down to the plastic bed. Clara flopped onto the bed, too weak to strike, her slit and arse stinging and raw. The tentacles disappeared into the portals around the bed.

Amy blinked and the deoxyephedrine cylinder holding her captive ceased to exist. Now free, Amy rushed over to her abused friend. She ran to Clara's side of meat and held her, hugging her close. Clara was covered in a thin glaze of sudor and globules of sweet-scented estrange jizz.

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

Even as Amy spoke those language, she knew that they weren't true. They were both prisoners of an obscure stranger force, who would stop at nada to excerpt the utmost sum of money of sexual gratification from their powerless bodies. It was Clara's turn of events now, next it would surely be Amy's. Amy shuddered at the thought of being carried aloft by the raping tentacles and abused in all her holes.

The consternation rang through the ascendancy room again and the data processor screens started displaying a new pedagogy :

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

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

TO BE CONTINUED ...