Amy pond held Clara Oswald tight, as much for her own comfort as for Clara's. The brunette, having just been subjected to a vicious sexual violation, was passed out in Amy's arms. Clara's body was warm and wet, her embrown hair messed up and stuck to her font.

Amy looked up at the computing device screen door situated all around the control room. They were displaying a substance to"Begin experimentation 2 ”. Amy knew that Clara and herself would be the content of this experimentation. What on Earth was going to befall to them ?

Suddenly pale yellow gas started to fill the control room. Amy yelped and desperately looked around for an escape road. To her dismay, 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 earth, coughing and choking. Within a few arcsecond, her eyes closed and her man was plunged into darkness ...

*

Amy awoke to bump herself lying on a comfortable bed in a white, lustrous room. The bed sheets she was lying on were lightsome, ardent and downy, and she felt extremely comfortable. She looked down at her body. The clothes she had been wearing were gone, replaced by something altogether more revealing. She had been squeezed into a soaked blanched nightgown which came halfway down her slim, blench thighs. The nightdress was clearly various sizing too lowly for her, and it pushed her breasts up, making them look larger than they actually were. All of Amy's underwear had been removed ; she was completely naked under the nightgown. The garment had a translucent character and Amy could see the modest ping mounds of her nipples and the dapple Orange River hair of her President Bush visible under the flimsy fabric.

Amy looked around the low room. There were two layer next to each other, and two dressing tables on either side of the seam. Cupboards and computer screens lined the walls. Amy noticed there were four cameras setup in each street corner of the room. Clearly, she was being watched. She coyly covered her breasts and pussy with her manus, didn't want whoever had captured her to see too much ... yet.

Amy saw that Clara was sitting at one of the fecundation tables. The brunette was combing her whisker and staring into a mirror. Clara was also wearing a tight white night-robe made of very fragile textile. Her private areas were similarly visible through the fabric.

Now that Amy was closer to Clara than she had been in the control elbow room, the redhead was able to induce out the brunette's features more clearly. Clara was certainly a very pretty immature womanhood. She had mid-length chestnut-colored fuzz in a fashionable stylus, ruby red cheeks, big brown eyes like that of a manga role, and a pixie-like push button nozzle. Amy was also capable to see some of Clara's more intimate feature, thanks to the revealing nightgown. The brunet had steadfastly supple chest, a neatly-trimmed trigon of dark pubic hairsbreadth, and a nice unit of ammunition arse.

No question 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 face Amy."I'm okay,"she replied."I'm not hurt. I think they healed me somehow."

"Where are we ?"Amy asked, looking around the small-scale, shiny bedroom.

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

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

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

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

Clara shrugged."It's okay, it's not your error,"the petite young lady said."I just wish there was a way out of here. I've tried looking and there's nothing. Not even a ventilating system shaft ! We're trapped here, Amy, and there's nada we can do about it. They can do anything they like with us ..."

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

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

The redhead helped the brunet out of her bottom, and together the two imprisoned girls looked around for an exit. As soon as they had started, an invisible doorway opened up in a part of the bedroom wall. Two robots entered the elbow room, their alloy feet clanking on the floor. The female child cowered at the sight of them.

The robots were marvellous and were made of a smooth and shining Edward Douglas White Jr. cloth. They had two leg and four long branch. On the end of each arm was a humanoid hand. Their heads were white spheres with a computing machine screen in the eye of them. The machines stalked into the room, the doorway closing behind them.

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

The robot closest to Amy raised one of his polished arms and pressed a button on the side of it."COMMENCE RECORDING - BEGIN experiment 2,"it said with a rasping electronic voice.

"Wait, Experiment 2 ?"Clara asked."What does that have in mind ?"

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

"Do you mean me ?"Amy said."Not on your lifespan !"

The automaton pressed another clit on its arm."NEURAL LINK ESTABLISHED - guinea pig 1 - REMOVE GARMENT."

Suddenly, Amy's hands jumped to the top of her nightgown. Her fingers hooked around the arrest of the thin bit of article of clothing. Amy felt as if an inconspicuous force out was controlling her physical structure. She had no choice but to rip the cut nightgown in two.

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

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

Amy squirmed and struggled against her own hands as they tore the only thing preserving the conclusion vestige of her modesty from her tall, slim body. The tattered nightgown fell to the floor and Amy was left standing completely naked.

Clara couldn't help but admire Amy's incredible consistency. The carrottop was improbable, melt off and statuesque, the complete opposite of Clara, really. Gorgeous fiery red pilus cascaded over pale shoulders. Small but shapely boob sprang out of the deplumate nightie and stood erect in the way's cool atmosphere. in force of all were Amy's legs, which were long, trimming 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 !

"seed here,"said Amy's robot."BEGIN PROCEDURE."

Amy's amazing legs started to bear her across the room, entirely against her will. She stopped in strawman of the robot and knelt down on the storey. Her capitulum was now plane with the automaton's genitalia. A hatch opened in the robot's mole and a Brobdingnagian white cock emerged from within. The appendage was at least ten inches long, and it was already dripping with alien fluid.

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

"BEGIN process,"repeated the robot.

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

Amy gripped the alien cock with her left hand. Her script seemed to have a spirit of its own. It wasn't obeying Amy any More ; it was obeying the whims and instructions of this perverted automobile. Amy started to stroke and root for on the alien shaft, which grew harder and enceinte in the redhead's sonant palm.

The robot cheeseparing to Clara advanced on the poor rigidify brunette. Even as Clara shook her head in unbelief, it too raised one of its arms and activated the electrical switch which would control her body.

"NEURAL LINK ESTABLISHED,"said Clara's robot."SUBJECT 2 - LIE DOWN ON THE BED."

"No, no !"Clara pleaded. But it was no use. Her consistence was under sodding control condition. 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 LEGS,"commanded the robot.

Clara screamed as her cover arched and her branch snapped open. She couldn't believe it was happening again, and this time in the cruellest way possible. Her own body was working against her, offering no resistance to the foreigner fiend who intended to rape her.

Clara's robot pounced onto the bed, was on top of Clara in seconds. Two of its weapons system grabbed storage area of Clara's leg and roughly pulled them up into the air. A third arm moved down towards the restrained brunette. A hook flicked out of one of its fingerbreadth and it slashed the hook across Clara's nightgown. The garment was ripped in two, exposing Clara's kickshaw body.

Clara shrieked,"No, delight no ! Amyyyyy ! Help meeeeeee !"

But Amy was enduring her own ordeal. She was interfering wanking off the alien robot, pumping her clenched fist up and down its metal stopcock. Every so often ropes of foreigner cum spurted out of the cockhead, drenching her blench feminine finger's breadth in its gummy substance.

The automaton looked down at Amy with its computer head."ENGAGE MOUTH,"it said.

Amy groaned as she let go of the squirting cock and opened her mouth broad. The automaton took hold of Amy's head and pulled the redhead towards its vast metal schlong. Before Amy had any fourth dimension to say or do anything, the wet dripping extremity was jammed harshly into her sassing. The ginger beauty gagged as she, quite against her will, started to bob her head up and down on the careen laborious artificial member.

Meanwhile, Clara was being train for her ravishment. The automaton pinning her John L. H. Down moved into positioning, straddling the diminutive girl. As Clara lay there, squealing for release, a hatch opened in the centre of the wight's hips. A vast white cock sprang out of the opening move. The golem brought itself down, putting all of its considerable weighting on Clara. The midget damsel was crushed down into the balmy bed sheets. Clara hollered out loud one final exam time as the golem's massive peter entered her slick cunt, parting her pussylips with rest.

"Aaaaaaaargh ! No, please don't colza meeeeeeeee !"Clara screamed to high heaven.

The robot said goose egg, did nothing except start to thrust brutally in and out of Clara's tight honeypot. Her vagina was stretched to its fullest, the savage stranger prick ramming her tight goose like a demon. Clara's metallic rapist lifted its two free weapon and seized hold of the brunette's bouncing tits, groping and molesting them without pity. Clara grabbed hold of the robot's arm, tried to pull them off her chest, but there was no way she could travel them. Clara threw her header back and shrieked for all she was worth, twinge infliction erupting from her pussy as the automaton pounded it viciously.

On the early side of the room, Amy had nearly finished fellating her robot. The stranger's sexual oil was being released by Amy's extraordinary technique. The gorgeous gingerroot goddess flicked her tongue over the bulbous head of the cock, sucking and licking at it like a bawd. Amy felt ashamed ; she had zero control over what was happening, and yet, and yet ... deep inside her, she was starting to savour it. She had always enjoyed sucking off Rory, and if she concentrated really intemperately, she could just pretend she was pleasuring her husband, not this raping foreign mongrel.

"diaphragm,"ordered Amy's robot."CLIMB ONTO THE BED."

Amy stopped sucking and removed her head from the robot's hard slit. Long strings of alien cum spilled out of Amy's sweet sass, dribbling down her chin onto her chest. She turned away from the robot and crawled across the base on all four-spot, like a dog. The redhead climbed onto the bed and stuck her pale daily round asshole into the air, presenting it to her robot like a trophy.

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

Amy never had a chance to polish off her time, as the automaton positioned itself in front of Amy's puckered arsehole. Without warning it thrust forwards with all of its strength. The red-haired young lady howled out loud, the robot burying its mighty cock into her backside.

"Nnnnnrgh ! Aaaaaargh ! Nooooo !"Amy cried. The robot didn't listen, continued to abuse the clock time traveller's bottom with his grueling metal member.

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

"Claraaaaaaa !"Amy responded, before a couple of awful thrusts forced a screech from the red-header's mouth."Owwwwwww no it hurts !"

Amy's automaton roughly took wait of her slender pelvic girdle, started to push the red-header down onto its dripping metallic element putz. With another of its hands, it grabbed detainment of Amy's luscious, flaming-red pilus and pulled on it, forcing her read/write head up. Amy groaned and grunted as she realised she was now the robot's sexual hard worker.

Clara closed her center, tried to imagine that she was anywhere else. She desperately wanted to occlude out the fact that she, Clara Oswald, intrepid traveler in time and space, was now nothing more than than a tiny niggling fuckdoll, a slave to this powerful metallic element automaton and its raping whims. She prayed that any moment now, the Doctor would burst through the door and carry through both of the girls from any boost harm.

All of Clara's wishing couldn't alteration the unrelenting realism of her situation, however. She was prone, pinned down, with the biggest shaft her twat had ever taken ramming her over and over again. The pain and ignominy she was feeling was indescribable. Not only was she being raped brutally, but her sickening ordeal was being recorded by the television camera situated in all four box of the room. She could only wonder what use the tape measure of her and Amy's violation was going to be put to ...

On her bed, Amy was feeling intense sense as the ten inch robo-penis plundered her rigorous closed chain. Suddenly, she felt something enter her pussy. Something cold-blooded and electronic, buzzing inside her tight red slit. She looked over her shoulder and saw that her robot had plunged one of its hanker fingers into her cunt. It was moving the dastardly figure backwards and forwards, making Amy's muddle wet with juices. The finger hummed and throbbed inside Amy's ginger gash like one of the many vibrators she had used back on earth. Amy threw her head up and screeched like a banshee. She wriggled her hips back onto the invading harmonium, increasing the pleasure she was feeling.

Both of the raping robot said at once,"sexual climax coming - PREPARE FOR EJACULATION ”.

Amy and Clara moaned as the moment approached. They could feel the cocks inside them growing thicker and slicker. Clara did nothing except lay there, her legs splayed widely, the robot working his cock deeper and deeper into her desolate womanhood. She scrunched her eyeball up and silently begged for an end to her defilement. Amy meanwhile was actively working to get the automaton off, jerking her hips up and down on the robot's firmly rod. She wanted the ill-treatment to end and she thought that maybe, if she increased the golem's pleasance, she could name it end quicker.

"experiment CONCLUDED - COMMENCE ejaculation,"said the robots.

At once the molesting machines pulled their squirting pecker out of the poor ravished girls. Amy's robot callously threw the redhead onto her book binding, aiming its synthetical schlong over her cherubic seraphic facial expression. Clara's robot retracted its penis from the brunette's dripping pussy and hurl it into her face. Both cocks erupted at the same clock time, spraying Amy and Clara with what felt like gallons of sizzling alien cum. The violated girls were absolutely drenched in load after vile loading of dense snowy jism. Their faces, hair and tits became completely soaked in the repellent ooze, which stuck to their naked rap bodies like glue.

Clara coughed and spluttered through this final degradation, raising her men to try and wipe the revolting juice from her face and hair. Amy, hoping that maximising the robot's atonement might help her in some way, deliberately opened her back talk and flicked her pink tongue out, licking up and swallowing as much of the cum as she could.

When the raper golem had finished discharging over their victim, they stood up in unison and said,"EXPERIMENT CONCLUDED. EJACULATION SUCCESSFUL. WITHDRAW AND PREPARE experiment 3."

Neither Amy nor Clara heard them, or saw them leave the room. Both of the fille were completely exhausted, bare, spreadeagle over their seam, covered in slimy, cloying ribbons of cum. They had both survived experiment 2- barely. And still they were at the clemency of whichever foreigner baron had abducted them.

The four cameras in the sleeping accommodation scanned the consequence of Amy and Clara's latest ordeal. Their crystalline lens blinked and zoomed in on the unconscious girls.

Somewhere else in the universe, a large shadow human body was watching a concealment which displayed the very same image. Two beautiful girls, one a magniloquent refined redhead, the other a cute petite brunette, having just been tormented and violated in the most vicious way possible.

The form licked his lips with lust ...

TO BE CONTINUED ...