Clara slowly came to her sentiency. She gasped softly as cool air brushed against her skin. The bantam girl nervously opened her eyes. Where was she this prison term ?

Clara was horrified to discover that she was naked again, tied down to a cold metal political program. Her deal and feet were restrained by heavy alloy clamps built into the platform, and her leg were spread apart in a Y-shape. Clara tried to take out her wrists and ankles free of the awful metal manacles, but it was no use. She was deposit fast.

Clara looked around the room she was in. It was a gravid chamber, more darkly lit than any way so far, with a pair of giant buff at either end. The fans spun menacingly, blowing cold air through the room. On the other side of meat of the room was a alloy professorship. Sitting in the chair, her wrists and ankle constrained the Saame way as Clara's, was Amy. She was naked, all apart from a curious pair of metal panties which covered up her groin area. The panties were grey in vividness, with various multi-coloured neon lights built into their surface. A black visor had been placed over the redheader's eyes, acting as a blindfold.

"Amy ? Amy, can you get a line me ?"Clara called out across the elbow room.

"Clara !"Amy exclaimed, her bureau 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 entrepot 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 persona of the ship,"Clara replied."I'm not for certain 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 twain of metal knickers. I'm not sure what it's for."

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

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

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

Amy's words echoed through the cavernous industrial chamber. All of a sudden, a encompassing round vena portae opened up in the centre of the floor. Clara felt her torso tense in fear- what was going to do out of it ?

Clara nearly burst into teardrop when a long, snaky tentacle slithered out of the hole. It was exactly the Lapplander as the tentacles which had ravished her in front of Amy, back in the control room. The tip of the tentacle was a glimmer silver phallus, 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 restraint 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 base. Clara became hysterical, screaming and desperately trying to pull her deal and feet free.

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

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

The fixed tentacle lunged forwards. Clara's eyes nearly popped out of her head as the invading alloy appendage slammed through her defenceless pussy walls, forcing itself deep into the sum of her femininity.

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

At the same time, Amy felt a very odd sensation. It was like something had just slid into her pussy too ! Something vauntingly, and hard, and wet. The carrottop whimpered softly, wondering what was happening. She couldn't see anything through the visor eclipsing her visual sense, but there was no doubt about it- a prick had just entered her !

Or had it ? Amy remembered about the special knee pants that Clara had said she was wearing. What if the pants were connected somehow to the metal tentacle currently abusing Clara ? Perhaps there was some variety of psychic tie between the two, so that whatever Clara felt, Amy felt it too.

Amy yelped as her fiery twat was violated by the heavy invisible penis. It filled her up instantly, thrusting itself as far as it could up her taut, grasping channel. Her pussylips opened without resistivity and clamped down hard on the flagitious psychic pecker.

Meanwhile Clara was suffering the real thing. The huge ten in cock pushed deeply into her sopping clunge and then retracted, pulling out almost to the summit. Then it slowly pushed back into her again, repeating the cycle over and over again while maintaining a steady upper and speech rhythm.

For the first metre since she had been brought here, Clara was starting to sense a modicum of pleasure. The way the cock was fucking her reminded her of Danny Pink's technique. Like Danny, the cock was a slow but passionate buff, more occupy with giving her delight than any minute gratification 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 excitement. The petite brunette bucked her hips, grinding her pussy forwards to meet the throbbing metallic element member.

Everything Clara was feeling, Amy felt too. The thought of watching her cute brunette friend being fucked like this made Amy wet with arousal. She too bucked her pelvic girdle, taking the unseeable cock as cryptical as she could inside of her flaming, hot pussy. Amy moaned and groaned, imagining in her thinker how Clara would look with a slow hard cock inside her. If only she could take the tinker's dam visor off ...

Clara felt her pap spring up hard and her articulatio genus start to tremble, and she knew it would soon be time. She was going to cum. She bit her lip, trying to keep the noise from reaching the ears of her captor, but she knew it was a pointless motion. This was going to be the first time she had orgasmed in over a year, ever since Danny had died. She still remembered their final Nox together, when he had kissed her so romantically, and she had opened her legs for him, gladly taking his immense black rod into her. The thought of the steamy dark they had shared was enough to nearly send her over the edge. The automatic penis continued to powerfully hurtle into Clara's moist cunny, which was by now soaked with her glistening kitty-cat succus. A span more thrusts and Clara could feel it building up inside of her. It was like a volcano waiting to come out. She couldn't hold it any longer. It was coming, any 2d now, any 2d ...

Clara came. The young girl shrieked as her completely torso tensed and moving ridge of utter pleasance washed all over her. The most vivid orgasm Clara had ever felt in her life history rocked her from head to toe. Her branch tensed and her metal chemical bond bit into her wrists and articulatio talocruralis. Tingling sensations, like lilliputian snowflakes falling on her naked flesh, ran up and down her legs. Clara blushed as she felt pocket-size spurt of cum spray out of her ridiculously aroused pussy, coating the alien penis.

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

At the Lapplander time, locked into feeling whatever Clara was feeling, Amy came too. The Melanerpes erythrocephalus opened her mouth, breathing heavily, as an unexpected culmination suddenly took hold of her consciousness. Amy wriggled and writhed in her can, her bound torso overtaken by a surging, swelling feeling of intimate seventh heaven. Her red pussy became slick with succus and her nipples hardened in the cool air of her obscure prison. Amy felt the invisible cock twitch several time in her fiery cunt before it disappeared completely, and how Amy wished it had been a literal dick, fucking her just as it had fucked Clara ...

"Nnnnnnrgh ... nrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh…yessssssss !"Amy hissed in pleasance, her pussy spurting like a cum fountain.

There was a cheap squelching phone as the metallic element tentacle speedily withdrew from Clara's pussy. It coiled backwards until it had vanished into the hole in the floor. Then the hole closed over it, locking into space with a enceinte click.

Both Amy and Clara were exhausted again. The two engrossed girl said nothing to each other. They almost didn't want to foul up the moment, the first bit of pleasure either of them had received since they had been brought onboard the enemy spaceship. The Aythya americana and the brunette reclined in their chairs, glad and content after a very satisfying seance of lovemaking. The alone sounds either of them could hear was the whir of the lover and the gentle drip of their cum falling from their pussy 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 clean robots entered the room, carrying a tray of instruments ...

TO BE CONTINUED ...