Clara slowly came to her senses. She gasped softly as cool air brushed against her skin. The flyspeck little girl nervously opened her eyes. Where was she this metre ?

Clara was horrified to key out that she was naked again, tied down to a moth-eaten metal program. Her hands and feet were restrained by heavy metal clamp built into the political platform, and her branch were spread apart in a Y-shape. Clara tried to pull her wrist joint and ankles unloose of the awful metallic element manacle, but it was no use. She was stuck fast.

Clara looked around the room she was in. It was a larger bedroom, more darkly lit than any elbow room so far, with a pair of titan fans at either end. The lover spun menacingly, blowing cold air through the way. On the other side of meat of the room was a alloy chair. Sitting in the chair, her wrists and ankle joint constrained the same way as Clara's, was Amy. She was naked, all apart from a peculiar yoke of alloy scanty which covered up her groin area. The panties were grey in colour, with various multi-coloured Ne lights built into their surface. A calamitous peak had been placed over the redhead's middle, acting as a blindfold.

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

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

"I'm on the early side 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 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 region 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 knickers. 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 hold her hard drink up."Maybe the doctor is going to economise ..."

"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 words echoed through the cavernous industrial chamber. All of a sudden, a wide beat portal vein opened up in the middle of the base. Clara felt her body tense in fear- what was going to follow out of it ?

Clara nearly burst into tears when a foresighted, snaky tentacle slithered out of the jam. 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 gleam silver gray 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 controller room,"Clara said, almost sobbing."It's moving, Amy ! It wants me again !"

The tentacle approached Clara's program, slathering its sexual juices onto the metal flooring. Clara became hysterical, screaming and desperately trying to pull her hands and feet 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 centre nearly popped out of her head as the invading metal appendage slammed through her defenceless pussy walls, forcing itself mystifying into the core of her muliebrity.

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

At the same prison term, Amy felt a very odd wiz. It was like something had just slid into her pussy too ! Something tumid, 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 doubtfulness about it- a prick had just entered her !

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

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

Meanwhile Clara was suffering the material thing. The Brobdingnagian ten inch cock pushed deeply into her sopping clunge and then retracted, pulling out almost to the poll. Then it slowly pushed back into her again, repeating the cycle over and over again while maintaining a unshakable hurrying and rhythm.

For the world-class time since she had been brought here, Clara was starting to feel a modicum of delight. The way the cock was fucking her reminded her of Danny Pink's proficiency. Like Danny, the cock was a slow but passionate devotee, more concerned with giving her pleasure than any instant gratification for itself. The cock seemed to know where her most tender areas were, and it scraped and rubbed against them constantly, making Clara flush with fervor. The tiny brunet 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 brunet friend being fucked like this made Amy wet with arousal. She too bucked her hips, taking the inconspicuous turncock as inscrutable as she could inside of her flaming, red-hot snap. Amy moaned and groaned, imagining in her judgement how Clara would count with a slow hard cock inside her. If only she could make the tinker's damn visor off ...

Clara felt her tit 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 noise from reaching the pinna of her captors, but she knew it was a pointless gesture. This was going to be the number 1 clip she had orgasmed in over a year, ever since Danny had died. She still remembered their concluding night together, when he had kissed her so romantically, and she had opened her legs for him, gladly taking his huge Black person rod into her. The thought of the muggy night they had shared was enough to nearly send 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 juice. A duo Sir Thomas More thrusts and Clara could palpate it building up interior of her. It was like a volcano waiting to erupt. She couldn't hold it any longer. It was coming, any second now, any second ...

Clara came. The young girl shrieked as her unhurt body tensed and waves of pure pleasure washed all over her. The most intense orgasm Clara had ever felt in her life rocked her from head to toe. Her limbs tensed and her metal bail bond bit into her wrists and ankle. Tingling sensation, like tiny snowflakes falling on her au naturel bod, ran up and down her peg. Clara blushed as she felt modest squirts of cum spray out of her ridiculously aroused snatch, coating the stranger penis.

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

At the same time, locked into feeling whatever Clara was feeling, Amy came too. The redheader opened her mouthpiece, 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 feeling of intimate bliss. Her red twat became slick with juices and her nipple hardened in the sang-froid air of her unknown prison house. Amy felt the invisible peter twitch several times in her fiery cunt before it disappeared completely, and how Amy wished it had been a existent 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 trashy squelching phone as the metallic element tentacle speedily withdrew from Clara's pussy. It coiled backwards until it had vanished into the fix in the floor. Then the trap closed over it, locking into place with a great click.

Both Amy and Clara were exhausted again. The two captive girls said nothing to each other. They almost didn't want to bungle the moment, the maiden bit of pleasure either of them had received since they had been brought onboard the foe spaceship. The carrottop and the brunette reclined in their chairs, happy and subject matter after a very cheering sitting of lovemaking. The only sounds either of them could try was the whirring of the fans and the patrician drip of their cum falling from their pussies onto the prison's metal floor.

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

TO BE CONTINUED ...