Amy Pond held Clara Lee Harvey Oswald tight, as much for her own comfort as for Clara's. The brunette, having just been subjected to a savage intimate assault, was passed out in Amy's arms. Clara's body was warm and wet, her brownness whisker messed up and stuck to her case.

Amy looked up at the reckoner projection screen situated all around the controller room. They were displaying a subject matter to"BEGIN EXPERIMENT 2 ”. Amy knew that Clara and herself would be the subjects of this experiment. What on earth was going to come about to them ?

Suddenly pale yellow gas started to fill the control room. Amy yelped and desperately looked around for an dodging route. 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 ground, coughing and choking. Within a few minute, her eyes closed and her world was plunged into shadow ...

*

Amy awoke to find oneself herself lying on a well-situated bed in a white, bright way. The bed sheets she was lying on were perch, warm and fluffy, 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 stiff white nightgown which came halfway down her slim, sick second joint. The nightgown was clearly several size of it too modest for her, and it pushed her breasts up, making them count 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 quality and Amy could see the small pink pitcher of her nipple and the dappled orangeness hair of her bush visible under the flimsy fabric.

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

Amy saw that Clara was sitting at one of the dressing tables. The brunette was combing her hair and staring into a mirror. Clara was also wearing a tight Andrew Dickson White nightdress made of very thin material. Her private surface area were similarly visible through the textile.

Now that Amy was closer to Clara than she had been in the command way, the Aythya americana was able to do out the brunette's features more than clearly. Clara was certainly a very pretty young char. She had mid-length chestnut-colored whisker in a fashionable style, ruby red impudence, big embrown eyes like that of a manga fictional character, and a pixie-like release nose. Amy was also able to see some of Clara's more intimate features, thanks to the revealing nightgown. The brunette had firm supple breasts, a neatly-trimmed triangle of dark pubic haircloth, and a gracious round hindquarters.

No doubt 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 O.K.,"she replied."I'm not hurt. I think they healed me somehow."

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

"We must be somewhere else on the spaceship,"Clara said."I'm not sure how long 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 answer 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 lilliputian female child said."I just like there was a way out of here. I've tried looking and there's nothing. Not even a airing jibe ! 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 shoulder."C. H. Best not to think about it,"Amy said soothingly."There's got to be a way out of this piazza. Why don't we look together ?"

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

The carrottop helped the brunette out of her bum, and together the two put behind bars girls looked around for an going. As soon as they had started, an unseeable doorway opened up in a section of the bedchamber bulwark. Two robots entered the room, their metal ft clanking on the story. The lady friend cowered at the sight of them.

The automaton were improbable and were made of a smooth and shining white textile. They had two legs and four retentive munition. On the end of each arm was a mechanical man hired hand. Their school principal were white spheres with a computer screen in the middle of them. The machines stalked into the room, the threshold closedown behind them.

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

The golem closest to Amy raised one of his polished blazonry and pressed a push button on the side of it."COMMENCE recording - Begin experiment 2,"it said with a rasping electronic voice.

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

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

"Do you intend me ?"Amy said."Not on your life sentence !"

The golem pressed another push on its arm."NEURAL LINK ESTABLISHED - SUBJECT 1 - REMOVE GARMENT."

Suddenly, Amy's hands jumped to the top of her nightgown. Her fingerbreadth hooked around the collar of the thin piece of clothing. Amy felt as if an invisible force was controlling her torso. 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 shock."It's not me ! They're controlling me somehow !"

Amy squirmed and struggled against her own hands as they tore the only affair preserving the last vestige of her reserve from her tall, slim physical structure. The shattered nightgown fell to the story and Amy was left standing completely naked.

Clara couldn't help but look up to Amy's unbelievable body. The redheader was tall, slim and statuesque, the complete opponent of Clara, really. Gorgeous fiery red hair cascaded over picket berm. Small but shapely titty sprang out of the torn nightgown and stood erect in the room's cool atmosphere. C. H. Best of all were Amy's legs, which were long, trim down and elegant- the legs of a supermodel, Clara thought. Clara wondered how much male tending Amy had got in her life sentence. Probably way more than her !

"COME here,"said Amy's automaton."BEGIN PROCEDURE."

Amy's amazing legs started to bear her across the room, entirely against her will. She stopped in figurehead of the robot and knelt down on the floor. Her head was now stratum with the automaton's crotch. A hachure opened in the robot's groin and a Brobdingnagian Patrick White cock emerged from within. The member was at least ten in long, and it was already dripping with disaffect fluid.

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

"Menachem Begin PROCEDURE,"repeated the robot.

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

Amy gripped the extraterrestrial being cock with her go forth hand. Her hand seemed to accept a life of its own. It wasn't obeying Amy any more ; it was obeying the whims and statement of this perverted machine. Amy started to stroke and pull on the alien shaft, which grew heavily and bigger in the redhead's soft palm.

The robot nearest to Clara advanced on the pitiable ossify brunette. Even as Clara shook her oral sex in unbelief, it too raised one of its arms and activated the switch which would verify her body.

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

"No, no !"Clara pleaded. But it was no use. Her eubstance was under complete ascendance. The robot could realize 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 stage,"commanded the robot.

Clara screamed as her back arched and her legs 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 immunity to the alien devil who intended to rape her.

Clara's automaton pounced onto the bed, was on top of Clara in secondment. Two of its arms grabbed hold of Clara's pegleg and roughly pulled them up into the air. A third arm moved down towards the restrained brunette. A claw flicked out of one of its fingers and it slashed the sweetener across Clara's nightgown. The garment was ripped in two, exposing Clara's kickshaw body.

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

But Amy was enduring her own ordeal. She was officious wanking off the alien robot, pumping her fist up and down its metal turncock. Every so often ropes of alien cum spurted out of the cockhead, drenching her pallid feminine fingers in its sticky substance.

The robot looked down at Amy with its computer head."ENGAGE sassing,"it said.

Amy groaned as she let go of the squirting cock and opened her mouth wide. The robot took hold of Amy's head and pulled the redhead towards its immense metal schlong. Before Amy had any time to say or do anything, the wet dripping phallus was jammed harshly into her mouth. The ginger looker gagged as she, quite against her will, started to bob her head up and down on the rock hard artificial penis.

Meanwhile, Clara was being prepared for her violation. The robot pinning her Down moved into position, straddling the tiny girl. As Clara lay there, squealing for departure, a hatch opened in the middle of the tool's coxa. A vast ashen prick sprang out of the chess opening. The golem brought itself down, putting all of its considerable weightiness on Clara. The petite damsel was crushed down into the soft bed plane. Clara hollered out forte one concluding fourth dimension as the robot's massive cock entered her sly cunt, parting her pussylips with ease.

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

The robot said nothing, did nothing except start to thrust brutally in and out of Clara's tight honeypot. Her vagina was stretched to its fullest, the savage alien pricking ramming her taut twat like a demon. Clara's metal rapist lifted its two exempt arms and seized clutches of the brunette's bouncing tits, groping and molesting them without pity. Clara grabbed hold of the robot's weapons system, tried to rend them off her chest, but there was no way she could move them. Clara threw her pass back and shrieked for all she was deserving, stinging hurting erupting from her kitty as the golem pounded it viciously.

On the other side of the room, Amy had nearly finished fellating her robot. The alien's sexual oil was being released by Amy's extraordinary proficiency. The gorgeous powdered ginger goddess flicked her tongue over the bulbous foreland of the stopcock, sucking and licking at it like a whore. Amy felt ashamed ; she had zero control condition over what was happening, and yet, and yet ... cryptic inside her, she was starting to enjoy it. She had always enjoyed sucking off Rory, and if she concentrated really heavily, she could just make believe she was pleasuring her husband, not this raping alienate bastard.

"STOP,"ordered Amy's automaton."mounting ONTO THE BED."

Amy stopped sucking and removed her fountainhead from the golem's backbreaking prick. farseeing strings of alien cum spilled out of Amy's sweet sass, dribbling down her chin onto her chest. She turned away from the automaton and crawled across the trading floor on all fours, like a dog. The Melanerpes erythrocephalus climbed onto the bed and stuck her pale round arse into the air, presenting it to her robot like a trophy.

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

Amy never had a chance to finish her judgment of conviction, as the robot positioned itself in front of Amy's puckered arsehole. Without warning it thrust forwards with all of its strength. The red-haired lady friend howled out loud, the robot burying its mighty tool into her backside.

"Nnnnnrgh ! Aaaaaargh ! Nooooo !"Amy cried. The robot didn't listen, continued to blackguard the fourth dimension traveller's bottom with his hard metallic element member.

Clara looked over to Amy's head, 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 stab forced a scream from the Melanerpes erythrocephalus's mouth."Owwwwwww no it hurts !"

Amy's robot roughly took hold of her slender hips, started to push the redhead down onto its dripping metal pecker. With another of its bridge player, it grabbed hold of Amy's luscious, flaming-red hair and pulled on it, forcing her headspring up. Amy groaned and grunted as she realised she was now the automaton's sexual slave.

Clara closed her eyes, tried to imagine that she was anywhere else. She desperately wanted to block out the fact that she, Clara Lee Harvey Oswald, intrepid traveler in meter and infinite, was now nothing more than a tiny fiddling fuckdoll, a slave to this sinewy alloy automaton and its raping impulse. She prayed that any moment now, the MD would break through the door and save both of the girls from any further harm.

All of Clara's indirect request couldn't change the inexorable reality of her berth, however. She was prone, pinned down, with the biggest cock her pussy had ever taken ramming her over and over again. The pain and shame she was feeling was indescribable. Not only was she being raped brutally, but her sicken trial by ordeal was being recorded by the television camera situated in all four recess of the room. She could only wonder what use the tape of her and Amy's assault was going to be put to ...

On her bed, Amy was feeling intense sense as the ten in robo-penis plundered her squiffy ring. Suddenly, she felt something enter her kitty-cat. Something cold and electronic, buzzing inside her taut red slit. She looked over her shoulder and saw that her robot had plunged one of its retentive fingerbreadth into her slit. It was moving the dastardly digit backwards and forwards, making Amy's hole wet with succus. 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 robots said at once,"coming coming - PREPARE FOR EJACULATION ”.

Amy and Clara moaned as the moment approached. They could feel the putz inside them growing thicker and cheater. Clara did nil except lay there, her legs dislocate widely, the golem working his prick deeper and deeper into her ravaged womanhood. She scrunched her eyeball up and silently begged for an end to her befoulment. Amy meanwhile was actively working to get the robot off, jerking her pelvic arch up and down on the golem's arduous rod. She wanted the maltreatment to end and she thought that maybe, if she increased the golem's joy, she could make it end quicker.

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

At once the molesting motorcar pulled their squirting pecker out of the poor dishonour little girl. Amy's golem callously threw the redhead onto her back, aiming its synthetic schlong over her unfermented angelic typeface. Clara's robot retracted its appendage from the brunet's dripping pussy and thrust it into her face. Both putz erupted at the same time, spraying Amy and Clara with what felt like Imperial gallon of sizzling noncitizen cum. The violated girls were absolutely drenched in burden after vile shipment of midst white jism. Their faces, hair and pap became completely soaked in the repellent ooze, which stuck to their naked despoiled soundbox like glue.

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

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

Neither Amy nor Clara heard them, or saw them leave the way. Both of the female child were completely exhausted, raw, rout over their seam, covered in slimy, syrupy ribbons of cum. They had both survived experiment 2- barely. And still they were at the clemency of whichever stranger power had abducted them.

The four cameras in the sleeping room scanned the wake of Amy and Clara's latest ordeal. Their genus Lens blinked and zoomed in on the unconscious girls.

Somewhere else in the universe, a orotund dark figure was watching a sieve which displayed the very Lapplander image. Two beautiful daughter, one a tall graceful redhead, the early a cute petite brunet, having just been tormented and violated in the most barbarous way possible.

The chassis licked his lips with lustfulness ...

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