Clara slowly came to her common sense. She gasped softly as cool air brushed against her cutis. The flyspeck miss nervously opened her eyes. Where was she this time ?

Clara was horrified to get wind that she was naked again, tied down to a cold metallic element platform. Her hands and feet were restrained by sound metal clinch built into the platform, and her stage were cattle ranch apart in a Y-shape. Clara tried to draw her wrists and ankle free of the atrocious alloy manacles, but it was no use. She was stuck fast.

Clara looked around the room she was in. It was a larger sleeping accommodation, more darkly lit than any room so far, with a pair of colossus fans at either end. The rooter spun menacingly, blowing cold air through the room. On the other English of the way was a metal professorship. Sitting in the chairwoman, her carpus and mortise joint constrained the Saame way as Clara's, was Amy. She was naked, all apart from a curious pair of metal pantie which covered up her jetty area. The step-in were grey in coloring material, with various multicolored atomic number 10 lighting built into their aerofoil. A smutty visor had been placed over the redheaded woodpecker's oculus, acting as a blindfold.

"Amy ? Amy, can you hear me ?"Clara called out across the room.

"Clara !"Amy exclaimed, her chest heaving up and down."Where are you ?"

"I'm on the other face of the room,"Clara explained."We're both tied down."

"Bastards,"Amy spat."Can you see me ?"

"Yes, I can see you,"said Clara."I don't know what they've got in memory for us, but ... we're both naked."

Amy shivered, her bare breasts jiggling slightly."I thought it was cold in here. Where are we ?"

"We must be in some early part of the ship,"Clara replied."I'm not sure where. You're wearing something."

"What ? What am I wearing ?"Amy squirmed uncomfortably in her seat.

"I ... I don't know,"Clara said, slightly embarrassed."It looks like a pair of metal bloomers. I'm not sure what it's for."

"I know,"Amy said grimly."We both know what's going to happen to us."

"Maybe they're going to let us go,"Clara said, trying to keep her heart up."Maybe the Doctor is going to save ..."

"The Doctor isn't coming,"Amy snapped at the brunette."If he was, he would've been here by now. fount it, Clara- we're on our own."

Amy's Scripture echoed through the cavernous industrial sleeping accommodation. All of a sudden, a wide one shot portal opened up in the middle of the floor. Clara felt her eubstance tense in fear- what was going to hail out of it ?

Clara nearly burst into tear when a long, snakelike tentacle slithered out of the hole. It was exactly the same as the tentacles which had ravished her in front of Amy, back in the control room. The tip of the tentacle was a glimmer Ag penis, twitching and throbbing with arousal.

"What is it ?"Amy asked, listening intently."Clara, what can you see ?"

"It's ... it's one of those tentacle things that raped me in the control elbow room,"Clara said, almost sobbing."It's moving, Amy ! It wants me again !"

The tentacle approached Clara's platform, slathering its sexual juices onto the metallic storey. Clara became hysteric, screaming and desperately trying to overstretch her hands and foundation free.

"Clara, Clara !"Amy called out."Can you get away ?"

"Amy, I can't ! I'm tied down, I'm ...

The rigid tentacle lunged forwards. Clara's heart nearly popped out of her headland as the invading metallic element process slammed through her defenceless slit walls, forcing itself deep into the heart and soul of her femininity.

"Ooooooooh !"Clara moaned out loud. The artificial dick started to pull slowly in and out of the brunette's tight cunt, quickly making it wet with intimate fluid.

At the Lapplander time, Amy felt a very odd sentiency. It was like something had just slid into her kitty-cat too ! Something great, and hard, and wet. The redhead whimpered softly, wondering what was happening. She couldn't see anything through the eyeshade eclipsing her vision, but there was no dubiety about it- a prick had just entered her !

Or had it ? Amy remembered about the limited knickerbockers that Clara had said she was wearing. What if the bloomers were connected somehow to the metal tentacle currently abusing Clara ? Perhaps there was some kind of psychic link between the two, so that whatever Clara felt, Amy felt it too.

Amy yelped as her fiery puss was violated by the large invisible penis. It filled her up instantly, thrusting itself as far as it could up her taut, grasping channel. Her pussylips opened without electric resistance and clamped down hard on the grotesque psychic beak.

Meanwhile Clara was suffering the real affair. The vast ten inch hammer pushed deeply into her soak through clunge and then retracted, pulling out almost to the jacket. Then it slowly pushed back into her again, repeating the cycle over and over again while maintaining a unshakable hurrying and rhythm.

For the initiative clip since she had been brought here, Clara was starting to feel a modicum of pleasure. The way the cock was fucking her reminded her of Danny pink's proficiency. Like Danny, the cock was a slack but passionate lover, more worry with giving her delight than any instant satisfaction for itself. The cock seemed to bed where her most sensitive sphere were, and it scraped and rubbed against them constantly, making Clara flush with exhilaration. The flyspeck brunette bucked her pelvic girdle, grinding her snatch forwards to come across the throbbing metal member.

Everything Clara was feeling, Amy felt too. The thought of watching her cute brunette friend being fucked like this made Amy wet with stimulation. She too bucked her coxa, taking the invisible rooster as deep as she could inside of her flaming, red-hot snatch. Amy moaned and groaned, imagining in her mind how Clara would wait with a slow hard rooster inside her. If only she could take the shucks visor off ...

Clara felt her mamilla develop hard and her genu start to tremble, and she knew it would soon be prison term. She was going to cum. She bit her lip, trying to hold the haphazardness from reaching the capitulum of her captors, but she knew it was a pointless gesture. This was going to be the first time she had orgasmed in over a year, ever since Danny had died. She still remembered their terminal nighttime together, when he had kissed her so romantically, and she had opened her legs for him, gladly taking his vast pitch blackness rod into her. The thought of the steamy nighttime they had shared was enough to nearly send her over the edge. The robotic phallus continued to powerfully hurtle into Clara's moist cunny, which was by now soaked with her glistening twat juice. A dyad more than thrust and Clara could find it building up interior of her. It was like a volcano waiting to push through. She couldn't hold it any longer. It was coming, any second now, any second ...

Clara came. The young young woman shrieked as her hale body tensed and waves of staring delight washed all over her. The most intense climax Clara had ever felt in her life rocked her from head to toe. Her limbs tensed and her metal bonds bit into her wrists and mortise joint. Tingling sensations, like tiny snow bunting falling on her naked flesh, ran up and down her legs. Clara blushed as she felt small squirts of cum spray out of her ridiculously aroused pussy, coating the unknown penis.

"Aaaaaah ... aaaaaaaaaaah ... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah !"Clara screamed, her voice echoing around her new prison cell.

At the same sentence, locked into feeling whatever Clara was feeling, Amy came too. The redheaded woodpecker opened her mouth, breathing heavily, as an unexpected climax suddenly took storage area of her consciousness. Amy wriggled and writhed in her arse, her bound body overtaken by a surging, swelling impression of sexual bliss. Her red pussy became slick with juices and her nipples hardened in the cool air of her unknown prison. Amy felt the invisible tool twitch several meter in her fiery cunt before it disappeared completely, and how Amy wished it had been a real cock, fucking her just as it had fucked Clara ...

"Nnnnnnrgh ... nrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh…yessssssss !"Amy hissed in pleasure, her kitty-cat spurting like a cum fountain.

There was a loud squelching sound as the metal tentacle speedily withdrew from Clara's puss. It coiled backwards until it had vanished into the hole in the floor. Then the hole closed over it, locking into topographic point with a threatening click.

Both Amy and Clara were exhausted again. The two captive girls said nothing to each other. They almost didn't want to rape the moment, the first bit of pleasance either of them had received since they had been brought onboard the opposition starship. The redhead and the brunette reclined in their president, happy and mental object after a very meet session of lovemaking. The only sounds either of them could pick up was the whirring of the buff and the gentle drip of their cum falling from their puss onto the prison house's metal floor.

It didn't take long for Amy and Clara to fall soundly asleep. They didn't realise when the two White robot entered the room, carrying a tray of instruments ...

TO BE CONTINUED ...