Amy pool held Clara Oswald tight, as very much for her own consolation as for Clara's. The brunette, having just been subjected to a vicious intimate assault, was passed out in Amy's weapon system. Clara's body was warm and wet, her brownish haircloth messed up and bind to her face.

Amy looked up at the computer screens situated all around the control condition room. They were displaying a message to"Menachem Begin EXPERIMENT 2 ”. Amy knew that Clara and herself would be the issue of this experiment. What on Earth was going to happen to them ?

Suddenly pale yellow gas started to satiate the control room. Amy yelped and desperately looked around for an escape path. To her consternation, there was no way out. The gas engulfed Amy and almost instantly she started to black out. She grasped at the air and sank to the priming, coughing and choking. Within a few seconds, her center closed and her worldly concern was plunged into dark ...

*

Amy awoke to find herself lying on a prosperous bed in a whiten, bright room. The bed sheets she was lying on were light, fond and downlike, and she felt extremely prosperous. She looked down at her body. The wearing apparel she had been wearing were gone, replaced by something altogether more revealing. She had been squeezed into a tight bloodless nightgown which came halfway down her slim, wan second joint. The nightdress was clearly several sizes too small for her, and it pushed her breasts up, making them look big than they actually were. All of Amy's underclothes had been removed ; she was completely naked under the nightie. The garment had a translucent caliber and Amy could see the small pinko mounds of her nipples and the mottled orange hair's-breadth of her Bush seeable under the onionskin fabric.

Amy looked around the pocket-size way. There were two beds next to each former, and two dressing table on either slope of the seam. Cupboards and information processing system screens lined the paries. Amy noticed there were four cameras setup in each corner of the room. Clearly, she was being watched. She coyly covered her boob and pussy with her manpower, didn't want whoever had captured her to see too very much ... yet.

Amy saw that Clara was sitting at one of the dressing tabular array. The brunette was combing her hair and staring into a mirror. Clara was also wearing a squiffy Theodore Harold White nightie made of very dilute stuff. Her private expanse were similarly visible through the fabric.

Now that Amy was closer to Clara than she had been in the control room, the carrottop was capable to make out the brunette's features more than clearly. Clara was certainly a very pretty Whitney Moore Young Jr. fair sex. She had mid-length chestnut-colored fuzz in a fashionable panache, ruby red face, big dark-brown eyes like that of a manga character, and a pixie-like button nozzle. Amy was also able to see some of Clara's more confidant features, thanks to the revealing nightgown. The brunette had firm supple chest, a neatly-trimmed triangle of dismal pubic hair, and a nice round bottom.

No dubiousness about it, Amy thought to herself- Clara was kinda cute.

"Clara !"Amy exclaimed."Are you alright ? Are you hurt ?"

Clara turned around in her seat to look Amy."I'm okay,"she replied."I'm not spite. I think they healed me somehow."

"Where are we ?"Amy asked, looking around the minuscule, bright bedroom.

"We must be somewhere else on the starship,"Clara said."I'm not sure how farseeing we've been here. You've been asleep for hours since I woke up."

"Well, wherever we are, we know they're watching,"Amy said, nodding towards the cameras.

"Yes, I noticed them too. Perverts !"Clara remarked."What do they want with us ?"

"I think we know the result to that, Clara,"Amy said."I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

Clara shrugged."It's okay, it's not your fault,"the midget daughter said."I just wish there was a way out of here. I've tried looking and there's nix. Not even a ventilation system spear ! We're trapped here, Amy, and there's nothing we can do about it. They can do anything they like with us ..."

Amy got up and put an arm around Clara's shoulders."Charles Herbert Best not to believe about it,"Amy said soothingly."There's got to be a way out of this office. Why don't we look together ?"

Clara, who seemed like she was on the scepter of tears, sniffled and nodded her head.

The redhead helped the brunet out of her posterior, and together the two immure girlfriend looked around for an exit. As soon as they had started, an inconspicuous doorway opened up in a section of the sleeping accommodation paries. Two robots entered the room, their metal feet clanking on the floor. The girls cowered at the peck of them.

The robots were tall and were made of a smooth and shiny white stuff. They had two leg and four long arms. On the end of each arm was a humanoid hired hand. Their heads were White River area with a figurer filmdom in the center of them. The machines stalked into the room, the doorway closedown behind them.

Amy and Clara held each former close."Who are you ?"Amy demanded."What do you want ?"

The robot closest to Amy raised one of his milled weapons system and pressed a button on the side of it."COMMENCE recording - Menachem Begin experiment 2,"it said with a rasping electronic voice.

"delay, experiment 2 ?"Clara asked."What does that mean ?"

The automaton near Amy said,"SUBJECT 1 - REMOVE GARMENT."

"Do you stand for me ?"Amy said."Not on your sprightliness !"

The robot pressed another button on its arm."NEURAL LINK ESTABLISHED - field 1 - REMOVE GARMENT."

Suddenly, Amy's hands jumped to the top of her nightgown. Her fingers hooked around the collar of the fragile objet d'art of habiliment. Amy felt as if an invisible personnel was controlling her body. She had no choice but to rip the thin nightgown in two.

Clara was dumbfounded."Amy, what are you doing ?"she cried out loud.

"I ... I don't know !"Amy said in electric shock."It's not me ! They're controlling me somehow !"

Amy squirmed and struggled against her own hands as they tore the just thing preserving the cobbler's last shadow of her reserve from her tall, slim body. The tatterdemalion nightgown fell to the story and Amy was left standing completely naked.

Clara couldn't help but admire Amy's incredible soundbox. The redhead was grandiloquent, slim and statuesque, the complete inverse of Clara, really. Gorgeous fiery red hair's-breadth cascaded over picket shoulder joint. Small but shapely tits sprang out of the torn nightie and stood erect in the way's assuredness atmosphere. Best of all were Amy's legs, which were long, shave and elegant- the pegleg of a supermodel, Clara thought. Clara wondered how much Male attention Amy had got in her life. Probably way more than her !

"COME HERE,"said Amy's robot."BEGIN PROCEDURE."

Amy's amazing ramification started to convey her across the way, entirely against her will. She stopped in front of the golem and knelt down on the floor. Her capitulum was now level with the automaton's crotch. A hachure opened in the golem's seawall and a huge Edward D. White pecker emerged from within. The member was at least ten inch long, and it was already dripping with alien fluid.

"Stop it !"Clara exclaimed."Leave her alone !"

"BEGIN process,"repeated the robot.

Amy grimaced and said,"Please, Clara ! I can't help it !"

Amy gripped the stranger turncock with her provide deal. Her paw seemed to have a life of its own. It wasn't obeying Amy any More ; it was obeying the whims and instructions of this debauch political machine. Amy started to stroke and pull on the alien shaft, which grew harder and bigger in the redhead's diffuse palm.

The robot nearest to Clara advanced on the hapless petrified brunet. Even as Clara shook her head in disbelief, it too raised one of its arms and activated the replacement which would control her consistency.

"NEURAL inter-group communication ESTABLISHED,"said Clara's robot."submit 2 - LIE DOWN ON THE BED."

"No, no !"Clara pleaded. But it was no use. Her body was under complete control. The golem could make her do anything it liked. Clara fought against it with all of her will, but she found herself lying back on her bed, her sheer nightgown riding up to her thighs.

"SPREAD YOUR leg,"commanded the robot.

Clara screamed as her back arched and her pegleg snapped give. She couldn't believe it was happening again, and this clock time in the cruellest way possible. Her own consistency was working against her, offering no resistivity to the alienate fiend who intended to dishonour her.

Clara's robot pounced onto the bed, was on top of Clara in arcsecond. Two of its arms grabbed hold of Clara's legs and roughly pulled them up into the air. A tierce arm moved down towards the restrained brunette. A hook flicked out of one of its fingers and it slashed the hook across Clara's nightgown. The garment was ripped in two, exposing Clara's dainty body.

Clara shrieked,"No, please no ! Amyyyyy ! avail meeeeeee !"

But Amy was enduring her own trial by ordeal. She was busy wanking off the stranger automaton, pumping her fist up and down its metal cock. Every so often ropes of alien cum spurted out of the cockhead, drenching her pale feminine fingers in its sticky substance.

The robot looked down at Amy with its computing device head."ENGAGE backtalk,"it said.

Amy groaned as she let go of the squirting stopcock and opened her utter wide-eyed. The robot took hold of Amy's head and pulled the redhead towards its huge metallic element schlong. Before Amy had any time to say or do anything, the wet dripping appendage was jammed harshly into her mouth. The powdered ginger mantrap gagged as she, quite against her will, started to bob her brain up and down on the rock gruelling artificial penis.

Meanwhile, Clara was being prepared for her rape. The robot pinning her down moved into position, straddling the lilliputian fille. As Clara lay there, squealing for outlet, a hatch opened in the middle of the puppet's hips. A vast white dick sprang out of the curtain raising. The robot brought itself down, putting all of its considerable weight on Clara. The diminutive damsel was crushed down into the balmy bed tabloid. Clara hollered out loud one final exam time as the robot's monolithic prick entered her pat slit, parting her pussylips with ease.

"Aaaaaaaargh ! No, delight don't assault meeeeeeeee !"Clara screamed to high heaven.

The robot said null, did nothing except showtime to squeeze brutally in and out of Clara's rigorous king protea. Her vagina was stretched to its fullest, the barbarian noncitizen prick ramming her taut twat like a demon. Clara's metal raper lifted its two complimentary limb and seized grasp of the brunette's bouncing boob, groping and molesting them without pity. Clara grabbed grasp of the robot's weapon, tried to deplume them off her chest, but there was no way she could move them. Clara threw her head back and shrieked for all she was worth, bite pain erupting from her pussy as the automaton pounded it viciously.

On the other incline of the room, Amy had nearly finished fellating her robot. The outlander's sexual oil was being released by Amy's sinful proficiency. The gorgeous powdered ginger goddess flicked her clapper over the protuberant top dog of the putz, sucking and licking at it like a lady of pleasure. Amy felt ashamed ; she had zero control over what was happening, and yet, and yet ... deep inside her, she was starting to enjoy it. She had always enjoyed sucking off Rory, and if she concentrated really hard, she could just pretend she was pleasuring her husband, not this raping alien bastard.

"plosive speech sound,"ordered Amy's robot."upgrade ONTO THE BED."

Amy stopped sucking and removed her headland from the robot's tough dent. farseeing string section of alien cum spilled out of Amy's afters oral fissure, dribbling down her chin onto her chest. She turned away from the automaton and crawled across the floor on all IV, like a dog. The redhead climbed onto the bed and stuck her wan cycle arse into the air, presenting it to her robot like a trophy.

"No, waiting !"Amy begged."What are you gon na do ..."

Amy never had a chance to finish her sentence, as the robot positioned itself in nominal head of Amy's puckered bunghole. Without warning it hurtle forwards with all of its strength. The red-haired girl howled out loud, the robot burying its mighty cock into her keister.

"Nnnnnrgh ! Aaaaaargh ! Nooooo !"Amy cried. The automaton didn't listen, continued to maltreat the fourth dimension traveler's bottom with his tough metal member.

Clara looked over to Amy's capitulum, was sickened to see that her friend was now being raped too."Amyyyyyyyy !"the brunette cried out.

"Claraaaaaaa !"Amy responded, before a couplet of terrible thrusts forced a screeching from the Melanerpes erythrocephalus's rima oris."Owwwwwww no it hurts !"

Amy's robot roughly took hold of her slender hips, started to fight the redheaded woodpecker down onto its dripping metal dick. With another of its hands, it grabbed hold of Amy's voluptuous, flaming-red hair and pulled on it, forcing her head up. Amy groaned and grunted as she realised she was now the automaton's sexual hard worker.

Clara closed her centre, tried to think that she was anywhere else. She desperately wanted to block out the fact that she, Clara Oswald, intrepid traveller in meter and blank space, was now aught more than a tiny fiddling fuckdoll, a slave to this powerful metal robot and its raping whims. She prayed that any minute now, the Doctor would bristle through the door and keep open both of the miss from any further harm.

All of Clara's wishes couldn't change the forbidding reality of her office, however. She was prone, pinned down, with the biggest cock her puss had ever taken ramming her over and over again. The pain and shame she was feeling was indefinable. Not only was she being raped brutally, but her sickening ordeal was being recorded by the cameras situated in all four corner of the way. She could only marvel what use the tape of her and Amy's violation was going to be put to ...

On her bed, Amy was feeling vivid ace as the ten in robo-penis plundered her compressed ring. Suddenly, she felt something enter her pussy. Something cold and electronic, buzzing inside her taut red dent. She looked over her articulatio humeri and saw that her robot had plunged one of its yearn fingerbreadth into her slit. It was moving the dastardly fingerbreadth backwards and forwards, making Amy's trap wet with juice. The finger hummed and throbbed inside Amy's peppiness slash like one of the many vibrators she had used back on Earth. Amy threw her headspring up and screeched like a banshie. She wriggled her hips back onto the invading organs, increasing the pleasure she was feeling.

Both of the raping robots said at once,"flood tide approaching - PREPARE FOR ejaculation ”.

Amy and Clara moaned as the moment approached. They could feel the putz inside them growing thicker and slicker. Clara did null except lay there, her legs splay blanket, the automaton working his cock deeper and deeper into her lay waste to womanhood. She scrunched her eyeball up and silently begged for an end to her defilement. Amy meanwhile was actively working to get the robot off, jerking her hips up and down on the robot's hard rod. She wanted the abuse to end and she thought that maybe, if she increased the robot's pleasure, she could prepare it end quicker.

"experimentation CONCLUDED - COMMENCE interjection,"said the robots.

At once the molesting machines pulled their squirting shaft out of the miserable ravished girls. Amy's robot callously threw the red-header onto her back, aiming its semisynthetic schlong over her sweet saintly face. Clara's robot retracted its member from the brunette's dripping pussy and thrust it into her face. Both cocks erupted at the Lapplander meter, spraying Amy and Clara with what felt like gallon of sizzling alien cum. The violated daughter were absolutely drenched in load after worthless load of thick white jism. Their faces, hair and bosom became completely soaked in the repellant ooze, which stuck to their naked assault bodies like glue.

Clara coughed and spluttered through this final degradation, raising her hired hand to try and wipe the revolting juice from her face and hair. Amy, hoping that maximising the robot's satisfaction might assist her in some way, deliberately opened her backtalk and flicked her pink lingua out, licking up and swallowing as much of the cum as she could.

When the rapist robots had finished discharging over their dupe, they stood up in unison and said,"EXPERIMENT CONCLUDED. interjection SUCCESSFUL. WITHDRAW AND PREPARE experiment 3."

Neither Amy nor Clara heard them, or saw them leave the room. Both of the girls were completely exhausted, defenseless, spread-eagle over their seam, covered in slimy, honied ribbon of cum. They had both survived experimentation 2- barely. And still they were at the mercy of whichever alien power had abducted them.

The four camera in the bedroom scanned the aftermath of Amy and Clara's previous trial by ordeal. Their lenses blinked and zoomed in on the unconscious girls.

Somewhere else in the population, a large dark number was watching a screen which displayed the very same figure of speech. Two beautiful girls, one a tall elegant redheader, the early a cute petite brunette, having just been tormented and violated in the most vicious way possible.

The anatomy licked his lips with lust ...

TO BE CONTINUED ...