Clara slowly came to her sens. She gasped softly as assuredness air brushed against her skin. The midget missy nervously opened her eyes. Where was she this time ?

Clara was horrified to discover that she was naked again, tied down to a cold metallic element political platform. Her hands and feet were restrained by grievous metal clamp built into the political program, and her ramification were spreading apart in a Y-shape. Clara tried to take out her articulatio radiocarpea and ankles detached of the abominable metal manacles, but it was no use. She was cleave fast.

Clara looked around the room she was in. It was a heavy bedchamber, more darkly lit than any room so far, with a couple of giant devotee at either end. The fans spun menacingly, blowing cold air through the room. On the other side of the room was a metallic element electric chair. Sitting in the chairperson, her radiocarpal joint and ankles constrained the like way as Clara's, was Amy. She was naked, all apart from a curious pair of metal pantie which covered up her groin expanse. The panties were grey in colour, with respective multi-color neon lightness built into their control surface. A black peak had been placed over the Aythya americana's heart, acting as a blindfold.

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

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

"I'm on the other incline of the elbow 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 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 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 couple of alloy knickers. I'm not sure what it's for."

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

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

"The doc 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 Bible echoed through the cavernous industrial sleeping accommodation. All of a sudden, a wide round vena portae opened up in the middle of the floor. Clara felt her body tense in fear- what was going to descend out of it ?

Clara nearly burst into tears when a retentive, 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 gleaming silver 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 room,"Clara said, almost sobbing."It's moving, Amy ! It wants me again !"

The tentacle approached Clara's political program, slathering its intimate juice onto the metallic element floor. Clara became hysteric, screaming and desperately trying to pull her manpower 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 optic nearly popped out of her head as the invading alloy outgrowth slammed through her defenceless cunt walls, forcing itself deep into the core of her femininity.

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

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

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

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

Meanwhile Clara was suffering the veridical thing. The vast ten inch cock pushed deeply into her soak clunge and then retracted, pulling out almost to the crown. Then it slowly pushed back into her again, repeating the cycle over and over again while maintaining a steadily hurrying and musical rhythm.

For the first gear time since she had been brought here, Clara was starting to feel a modicum of pleasure. The way the peter was fucking her reminded her of Danny garden pink's technique. Like Danny, the cock was a slow but passionate lover, more touch on with giving her joy than any instant gratification for itself. The cock seemed to know where her most sensitive areas were, and it scraped and rubbed against them constantly, making Clara thrill with fervour. The bantam brunette bucked her coxa, grinding her pussy forwards to meet the throbbing metal member.

Everything Clara was feeling, Amy felt too. The sentiment of watching her cute brunette protagonist being fucked like this made Amy wet with arousal. She too bucked her hip joint, taking the invisible cock as deep as she could inside of her flaming, hot slit. Amy moaned and groaned, imagining in her mind how Clara would front with a obtuse hard cock inside her. If only she could take away the damn visor off ...

Clara felt her nipples grow hard and her knees start to tremble, and she knew it would soon be clock time. She was going to cum. She bit her lip, trying to keep the haphazardness from reaching the ears of her capturer, but she knew it was a wasted gesture. This was going to be the maiden time she had orgasmed in over a twelvemonth, ever since Danny had died. She still remembered their concluding night together, when he had kissed her so romantically, and she had opened her stage for him, gladly taking his vast blackened rod into her. The thought of the steamy night they had shared was enough to nearly beam her over the edge. The robotic penis continued to powerfully thrust into Clara's moist cunny, which was by now soaked with her glistening kitty juice. A couple more thrust and Clara could feel it building up inside of her. It was like a vent waiting to combust. She couldn't hold it any longer. It was coming, any second now, any secondment ...

Clara came. The young little girl shrieked as her unharmed physical structure tensed and moving ridge of virtuous joy washed all over her. The most intense orgasm Clara had ever felt in her life rocked her from head to toe. Her limb tensed and her metal bonds bit into her wrists and ankle joint. Tingling sensations, like tiny snowflakes falling on her defenseless flesh, ran up and down her wooden leg. Clara blushed as she felt small-scale squirts of cum spray out of her ridiculously aroused puss, coating the unknown penis.

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

At the Lapp prison term, locked into feeling whatever Clara was feeling, Amy came too. The redhead opened her mouth, breathing heavily, as an unexpected climax suddenly took hold of her consciousness. Amy wriggled and writhed in her seat, her bound body overtaken by a surging, swelling smell of sexual bliss. Her red pussy became slick with juices and her nipples hardened in the cool air of her terra incognita prison. Amy felt the unseeable cock 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 pussy spurting like a cum fountain.

There was a tatty squelching sound as the metal tentacle speedily withdrew from Clara's pussycat. It coiled backwards until it had vanished into the trap in the story. Then the jam closed over it, locking into place with a dense click.

Both Amy and Clara were exhausted again. The two prisoner girls said nothing to each other. They almost didn't want to bollocks the moment, the first gear bit of pleasure either of them had received since they had been brought onboard the enemy spaceship. The Melanerpes erythrocephalus and the brunette reclined in their chairperson, happy and content after a very satisfying session of lovemaking. The only sounds either of them could hear was the whirring of the fan and the conciliate dripping of their cum falling from their pussies onto the prison house's metal floor.

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

TO BE CONTINUED ...