Clara slowly came to her green goddess. She gasped softly as cool air brushed against her skin. The diminutive girl nervously opened her eyes. Where was she this time ?

Clara was horrified to discover that she was naked again, tied down to a common cold metal political program. Her hands and feet were restrained by heavy metal clamps built into the platform, and her stage were disperse apart in a Y-shape. Clara tried to pull her articulatio radiocarpea and mortise joint devoid of the afflictive metal manacles, but it was no use. She was stuck fast.

Clara looked around the way she was in. It was a big chamber, more in darkness lit than any room so far, with a pair of giant fans at either end. The fans spun menacingly, blowing cold air through the room. On the early side of meat of the way was a metallic element professorship. Sitting in the chairman, her radiocarpal joint and ankles constrained the same way as Clara's, was Amy. She was naked, all apart from a curious yoke of metal panties which covered up her mole arena. The panties were grey in people of color, with several multicolored Ne lights built into their aerofoil. A black visor had been placed over the redheader's centre, acting as a blindfold.

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

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

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

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

"Yes, I can see you,"said Clara."I don't know what they've got in store 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 other part of the ship,"Clara replied."I'm not trusted 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 duo of alloy breeches. 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 spirits up."Maybe the Dr. is going to keep open ..."

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

Amy's Word echoed through the cavernous industrial bedchamber. All of a sudden, a wide round portal vein opened up in the middle of the floor. Clara felt her dead body tense in fear- what was going to follow out of it ?

Clara nearly burst into weeping when a long, snakelike tentacle slithered out of the hole. It was exactly the same as the tentacles which had ravished her in straw man of Amy, back in the ascendency elbow room. The tip of the tentacle was a gleaming silver member, 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 thing that raped me in the control condition room,"Clara said, almost sobbing."It's moving, Amy ! It wants me again !"

The tentacle approached Clara's platform, slathering its sexual juice onto the metallic storey. Clara became hysterical, screaming and desperately trying to pull her bridge player and groundwork 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 middle nearly popped out of her head as the invading metal appendage slammed through her defenselessly pussy walls, forcing itself deep into the core of her femininity.

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

At the Lapp prison term, Amy felt a very odd sensation. It was like something had just skid into her snatch too ! Something big, and hard, and wet. The redhead whimpered softly, wondering what was happening. She couldn't see anything through the visor eclipsing her sight, but there was no doubt about it- a prick had just entered her !

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

Amy yelped as her fiery goof was violated by the large invisible member. It filled her up instantly, thrusting itself as far as it could up her taut, grasping groove. Her pussylips opened without resistance and clamped down hard on the monstrous psychic nib.

Meanwhile Clara was suffering the real number thing. The vast ten in turncock pushed deeply into her sopping clunge and then retracted, pulling out almost to the crown. Then it slowly pushed back into her again, repeating the cycle per second over and over again while maintaining a stabilize speed and rhythm.

For the maiden metre since she had been brought here, Clara was starting to feel a modicum of pleasure. The way the shaft was fucking her reminded her of Danny pinko's proficiency. Like Danny, the tool was a retard but passionate lover, more concerned with giving her pleasure than any crying satisfaction for itself. The cock seemed to know where her most sensitive areas were, and it scraped and rubbed against them constantly, making Clara flush with upheaval. The flyspeck brunette bucked her rosehip, grinding her pussy forwards to meet the throbbing alloy member.

Everything Clara was feeling, Amy felt too. The opinion of watching her cute brunette acquaintance being fucked like this made Amy wet with stimulation. She too bucked her hips, taking the invisible peter as deep as she could inside of her flaming, toothsome grab. Amy moaned and groaned, imagining in her mind how Clara would front with a slacken hard dick inside her. If only she could study the damn bill off ...

Clara felt her nipples grow hard and her knee joint start to tremble, and she knew it would soon be metre. She was going to cum. She bit her lip, trying to keep the haphazardness from reaching the ears of her captor, but she knew it was a superfluous gesture. This was going to be the low gear time she had orgasmed in over a year, ever since Danny had died. She still remembered their final night together, when he had kissed her so romantically, and she had opened her peg for him, gladly taking his vast black rod into her. The mentation of the sticky night they had shared was enough to nearly institutionalize her over the edge. The robotic penis continued to powerfully thrust into Clara's moist cunny, which was by now soaked with her glistening pussy succus. A couple more thrusting and Clara could find it building up inside of her. It was like a volcano waiting to irrupt. She couldn't hold it any longer. It was coming, any endorsement now, any second ...

Clara came. The youth young woman shrieked as her hale trunk tensed and waves of saturated delight washed all over her. The most intense orgasm Clara had ever felt in her lifetime rocked her from top dog to toe. Her limbs tensed and her metallic element bonds bit into her wrists and articulatio talocruralis. Tingling sensations, like tiny Plectrophenax nivalis falling on her nude pulp, ran up and down her branch. Clara blushed as she felt small squirts of cum atomizer out of her ridiculously aroused pussy, coating the alien penis.

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

At the Saame time, locked into feeling whatever Clara was feeling, Amy came too. The Aythya americana opened her mouth, breathing heavily, as an unexpected climax suddenly took hold of her consciousness. Amy wriggled and writhed in her seat, her bound organic structure overtaken by a surging, swelling feeling of sexual bliss. Her red puss became silken with juice and her nipple hardened in the chill air of her unsung prison. Amy felt the invisible peter twitch several clip 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 pussycat spurting like a cum fountain.

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

Both Amy and Clara were exhausted again. The two captive girls said nothing to each early. They almost didn't want to bollocks up the moment, the first bit of delight either of them had received since they had been brought onboard the enemy spaceship. The redhead and the brunette reclined in their chairs, happy and content after a very satisfying session of lovemaking. The only sounds either of them could get wind was the whirring of the fans and the entitle dripping of their cum falling from their pussies onto the prison's metal floor.

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

TO BE CONTINUED ...