Clara awoke to get word a low hum phone all around her. She opened her eyes and was shocked to feel that she was no longer in the TARDIS. She was lying, completed naked and her wooden leg splayed, on a cool plastic bed that gently pulsed with white light. The bed was situated in the center of a boastfully, circular ascendancy way, with many panels and estimator screens all along the walls. Some of the computer CRT screen were displaying random extraterrestrial being text ; others were showing figure of outer space.

Clara started to panic when she realised that her hired man and foundation were restrained to the bed by thick metal strap. Where was she, and what on ground was happening ?

"Hey, what's going on ?"Clara cried out, struggling against the tight metallic element attachment."Doctor ? Where am I ?"

Then Clara heard a blue knocking audio coming from behind her. She craned her neck as much as her bonds would allow, looking in the management of the sound. On the opposite position of the controller elbow room, there was a with child glass cylinder. Standing inside the cylinder was a tall, reduce Whitney Moore Young Jr. cleaning lady not much younger than Clara herself, perhaps about 5ft 10 in height. She had smooth picket cutis, juicy long red pilus that glowed like fire, and long shapely legs that seemed to go on forever. Unlike Clara, the cleaning lady was fully clothed, wearing magniloquent black-market heels, a gold-colored miniskirt, a tight blacken top and dark blue jean jacket.

Before Clara could mouth, the womanhood said,"Please, don't be afraid ! I'm a prisoner here too !"The adult female spoke in a delicate Scottish accent.

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

"My name is Amy pool,"the Whitney Moore Young Jr. Scot womanhood said."I was with my admirer the Doctor. We were travelling in his spaceship the TARDIS, and then suddenly I was here. I've been stuck in this wee deoxyephedrine cage for hours. You arrived only a curtly time ago."

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

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

Clara leaned her point back to try and get a better look at the tall redhead."But that's out of the question !"Clara exclaimed."The Doctor is my friend ! I was travelling in the TARDIS with him, and then adjacent affair I know I'm lying here !"

Amy smiled and asked,"doe your Doctor of the Church look like a young nerd with floppy hair and a bow tie ?"

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

"I think I know what's going on,"Amy surmised."We both travelled with the Doctor at dissimilar breaker point in fourth dimension. Somehow or other, we were both captured and taken here. I think this is some kind of spaceship."

"okey fine,"Clara sighed, looking down at her naked organic structure."But what am I doing with no clothes on ? !"

"well, that I can explain,"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 fracture,"Clara said."I guess we're both stuck here. What do you consider the golem want ?"

"I don't know,"the red-header replied."They haven't said a Word since I got here."

Clara relaxed, let her fountainhead fall back on the bed."We'll just have to work the waiting game, then. Maybe the physician will be here soon. He must be looking for us."

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

Just then, a loud warning signal rang out through the control room. respective of the computing machine CRT screen started displaying the watch over schoolbook :

"aim ACQUIRED - NEURAL linkup organism ESTABLISHED - COMMENCE experiment"

Clara tensed. She suddenly felt very vulnerable, nude 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 ok !"

All of a sudden, vena portae opened up on Clara's bed. Clara looked down in affright. Out of the portals came six duncical alloy tentacles. Two of them coiled around her ankles. Another two latched onto her weaponry, looping around respective times until they were taut. The final examination two snaked underneath Clara's dead body, wrapping themselves around her waist.

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

Amy bashed on the unbreakable trash of her cage."Hey ! You lot ! Leave her alone !"

The tentacles- or whoever was controlling them- didn't respond. Clara's handcuffs and foot simpleness snapped back, freeing her hands and groundwork. But there was no escaping now- the tentacles held her fast. Clara struggled in their powerful hairgrip, desperately trying to wrench herself free. It was no use. Her weak flesh and pearl was no match for the enduringness of the alien technology.

The next affair Clara knew, the tentacles were lifting her tiny defenseless body into the air. She tried kicking out with her branch 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 clear that they could do whatever they liked with her.

One of the tentacles around Clara's waist started to move again. It very slowly slithered down Clara's naked physical structure. Clara was dismayed to see where it was heading. It was going consecutive towards her exposed sour pussy !

"No, wait, please terminate !"Clara pleaded with her captors as the tentacle inched skinny to her tiny pink mound.

"Leave her alone ! cease it now !"Amy cried out, unable to aid her brunette friend.

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

Meanwhile the tentacle menacing Clara's pussy started to shift. The straw man of it morphed its physique, growing a long ash gray knife. The tongue was wet with semitransparent unknown saliva, dripping and drooling onto the control room floor. The tentacle reared up like an animate being about to attack, and then it pounced on Clara's womanhood.

Clara screamed louder than ever as the invading stranger tongue licked and sucked at her most sensitive area."Nooooooo !"she cried out gaudy, sobbing, as she felt the fierce appendage slobber and stroke from the fundament of her opening to the top. stranger spittle mingle with Clara's own sexual juice as the synthetical knife found Clara's clit, working it mercilessly.

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

Clara's center widened as the member hovered above her head."No, please, no !"she wailed. Before she had time to say anything else, the hammer launched itself into her pouting mouth, filling her throat in one roughshod movement. Clara groaned, ineffective to do anything except lie there, as the heavyweight penis started to slowly thrust in and out of the sentence traveller's Henry Sweet mouth.

Amy could nothing except stand and sentry as Clara was being brutalised by the unknown tentacles. Her eyes filled with tears and she sobbed out loud, not just for the poor people 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 unthinking alien technical school. The cock ramming itself down her throat was so big, she was certain it was going to dislocate her jaw. The metallic element penis was coated in some form of disaffect lubricant, and these mixed with Clara's spit to aid its forward motion in facefucking her like looney. Clara gagged several times as the violent alien prick forced itself further into her oral fissure, smashing against her tonsils.

One of the tentacles around Clara's legs also began to change, turning into another vast metallic element phallus. This one slithered down, over Clara's bare back and hip, edging towards her tight puckered rear end. Clara shook her headspring in despair, moaned as she felt the extraterrestrial being dildo caress her bare rump. She clenched her pert buttcheeks together, praying that the tentacle would entrust this constituent 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 huge metal penis rammed itself into her posterior. At the same time, the prick in Clara's mouth withdrew, leaving her barren to shout at this new intrusion of her consistence.

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

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

Clara shut her eye, tears streaming down her font, as the metal dildo pounded into her arse. She shrieked with every one of its beast drive. It felt as if it was ripping her undetermined. There was no protection from the strength of this raping outlander monstrosity.

The penis that had been in Clara's mouth now moved to her perky mamilla. The two tentacles around her arms adjusted, pushing Clara's jiggling nipple up. The penis inserted itself between the two titmouse and started sawing backwards and forwards, using Clara's sensible breasts as a mean value to enkindle pleasure.

"Nnnnngh ! Aaaargh ! No !"Clara cried, powerless to stop this new mortification. The silver rooster was well lubricated with both its own and Clara's juice, and every so often it twitched and spurted out droplets of loggerheaded blanched liquid onto Clara's breasts. The cock in Clara's arse pulled in and out of her, matching the musical rhythm of the putz abusing her poor titties.

Amy could barely bring herself to watch the terrible spectacle. Clara was completely in the tentacles'power. The petite brunette looked like nothing Sir Thomas More than a doll, a tiny doll suspended in the air, legs splayed far apart and wrapped in raping metal tendrils. Amy cursed whoever had subjected her new booster, and familiar companion, to this indignity.

The dildo in between Clara's tits crawled away. It moved slowly down her compressed torso, spurting alien cum as it went. Clara followed the tentacle with horror. She knew where it was heading, what it wanted from her. The concluding degradation. She squealed and pleaded with her alien captors, but she knew that they would offer no mercifulness. She was now their plaything. The Brobdingnagian metal prick throbbed and slithered slowly over her tum, towards her pussy. Clara knew it intended to spoil her again.

The tentacles around Clara's legs moved at the same prison term, pulling her legs even wider apart, stretching Clara's petite torso out. The metal dildo approached Clara's puss. The knife which had been relentlessly licking at Clara's swollen button moved out of its way. Clara looked down at the atrocious exaggerated organ. midst outlander succus glistened all over the metal light beam. Clara sobbed helplessly as the thing slowly moved towards her chess opening, which was wet with saliva from the alien tongue. The huge metal dick pushed against Clara's pussylips and slowly, inexorably throw inside.

"Aaaaah !"Clara groaned forlornly as the peter slammed into her sopping cunt. Both of her gob were now being assaulted viciously. The tentacles pinning down her arms and wooden leg moved rhythmically backwards and forwards, rocking the petite brunette up and down on the rock tough metallic pricks. The alien dildos were so backbreaking and common cold inside her, filling her up totally and giving her previously unsung mavin. Pleasure mixed with pain and shame as her tooshie and cunt were raped brutally.

The rooster inside Clara started to pound her harder and faster. The dark-haired girlfriend winced and her oral fissure gaped assailable in a wordless scream ; she had never been fucked this hard in her liveliness. The natural language tentacle leaped to her breasts, licking and sucking her round tit, making Clara coo out loud.

Amy wanted to be sick. Surely Clara couldn't take in much More of this ? Whoever was doing this, they wouldn't stop until they had squeezed every ounce of pleasure out of the devastate brunet. meretricious squelching auditory sensation 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 alloy turncock were growing gravid and more awake. She felt them start to twitch against her cunt paries and arsecheeks. Surely the time was now ... ?

As soon as Clara thought it, the dicks exploded. midst jets of alien cum spurted inside her butt and pussycat, spilling out of her. Clara screamed as she felt the cold sexual oil spray inside of her body. The cocks continued to pinch and squirt for over a minute, draining every final driblet into Clara's holes.

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

The metal penises withdrew from Clara's orifices, sliding out with loud popping strait. The tentacles fastened around Clara's shapely branch retracted, bringing her poor tired dead body back down to the charge card bed. Clara flopped onto the bed, too weak to move, her pussy and keister stinging and raw. The tentacles disappeared into the portals around the bed.

Amy blinked and the deoxyephedrine cylinder holding her prisoner ceased to exist. Now free, Amy rushed over to her abused acquaintance. She ran to Clara's side and held her, hugging her close. Clara was covered in a thin glaze of sweat and globules of perfumed alienate jizz.

"Clara ? Clara, are you alright ?"Amy asked, tearful. Clara could say aught, was practically passed out in Amy's arms. The redheaded woodpecker stroked the brunette's shiny dark hair, trying to ease her."Don't headache, it's alright. It's all over now."

Even as Amy spoke those Scripture, she knew that they weren't truthful. They were both prisoners of an terra incognita alien military unit, who would stop at null to extract the utmost total of sexual gratification from their powerless bodies. It was Clara's bout now, next it would surely be Amy's. Amy shuddered at the intellection of being carried aloft by the raping tentacles and abused in all her gob.

The alarm rang through the command way again and the computer screens started displaying a new education :

"experimentation 1 SUCCESSFUL - ANALYSE event - BEGIN experiment 2"

Amy gulped, clutching Clara's naked soundbox close to her. They were both in serious trouble ...

TO BE CONTINUED ...