Amy Pond held Clara Oswald tight, as much for her own ease as for Clara's. The brunet, having just been subjected to a vicious sexual assault, was passed out in Amy's blazon. Clara's trunk was warm and wet, her brown hair messed up and stuck to her face.

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

Suddenly pale lily-livered gas started to fulfill the control elbow room. Amy yelped and desperately looked around for an escape route. To her dismay, there was no way out. The gas engulfed Amy and almost instantly she started to nigrify out. She grasped at the air and sank to the ground, coughing and choking. Within a few minute, her eyes closed and her earthly concern was plunged into swarthiness ...

*

Amy awoke to find herself lying on a well-heeled bed in a Patrick White, lustrous room. The bed sheets she was lying on were light, strong and flossy, and she felt extremely comfortable. She looked down at her physical structure. The clothes she had been wearing were gone, replaced by something altogether more revealing. She had been squeezed into a tight Edward D. White night-robe which came halfway down her slim, pale thighs. The nightdress was clearly several sizes too belittled for her, and it pushed her breasts up, making them look bigger than they actually were. All of Amy's underclothes had been removed ; she was completely naked under the nightgown. The garment had a semitransparent quality and Amy could see the small pink hill of her mamilla and the dappled orange hair of her pubic hair visible under the flimsy fabric.

Amy looked around the little elbow room. There were two beds next to each early, and two dressing tables on either side of the bottom. Cupboards and computer filmdom lined the rampart. Amy noticed there were four camera setup in each corner of the room. Clearly, she was being watched. She coyly covered her white meat and slit 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 fertilization tables. The brunet was combing her hair and staring into a mirror. Clara was also wearing a tight Elwyn Brooks White nightgown made of very thin material. Her private areas were similarly visible through the material.

Now that Amy was close to Clara than she had been in the control room, the redheaded woodpecker was able to make out the brunette's features more clearly. Clara was certainly a very pretty Brigham Young woman. She had mid-length chestnut-coloured pilus in a fashionable dash, ruby red cheek, big brown optic like that of a manga character, and a pixie-like button nose. Amy was also able to see some of Clara's more intimate characteristic, thanks to the revealing nightgown. The brunette had firm supple breasts, a neatly-trimmed triangle of darkness pubic hair, and a nice round arse.

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 rear end 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, vivid bedroom.

"We must be somewhere else on the spaceship,"Clara said."I'm not sure how retentive 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 reply to that, Clara,"Amy said."I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

Clara shrugged."It's okay, it's not your demerit,"the petite girl said."I just wish there was a way out of here. I've judge looking and there's nothing. Not even a ventilation shaft ! We're trapped here, Amy, and there's goose egg 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 consider about it,"Amy said soothingly."There's got to be a way out of this place. Why don't we look together ?"

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

The redhead helped the brunette out of her fanny, and together the two captive miss looked around for an release. As soon as they had started, an invisible door opened up in a section of the bedroom rampart. Two robot entered the way, their metal feet clanking on the storey. The girl cowered at the flock of them.

The robots were magniloquent and were made of a suave and burnished white material. They had two legs and four tenacious arms. On the end of each arm was a android script. Their top dog were White field with a reckoner screen in the centre of them. The simple machine stalked into the room, the doorway mop up behind them.

Amy and Clara held each early close."Who are you ?"Amy demanded."What do you desire ?"

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 mean ?"

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

"Do you think of me ?"Amy said."Not on your life !"

The automaton pressed another button on its arm."NEURAL link ESTABLISHED - SUBJECT 1 - REMOVE GARMENT."

Suddenly, Amy's hands jumped to the top of her nightdress. Her fingers hooked around the pinch of the thin patch of clothing. Amy felt as if an unseeable effect was controlling her body. She had no alternative but to rip the thin nightdress 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 bridge player as they tore the only thing preserving the stopping point vestige of her reserve from her tall, slim body. The tattered nightgown fell to the floor and Amy was left standing completely naked.

Clara couldn't assistant but admire Amy's incredible body. The redhead was tall, slenderize and statuesque, the complete opposite of Clara, really. Gorgeous fiery red hair cascaded over pallid shoulders. Small but shapely tits sprang out of the torn gown and stood erect in the room's aplomb atmosphere. Best of all were Amy's ramification, which were long, well-kept and elegant- the ramification of a supermodel, Clara thought. Clara wondered how much male attending Amy had got in her life history. Probably way more than her !

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

Amy's amazing pegleg started to gestate her across the room, entirely against her will. She stopped in front man of the robot and knelt down on the base. Her head was now tear down with the automaton's crotch. A hatch opened in the robot's breakwater and a huge white turncock emerged from within. The member was at to the lowest degree ten column inch long, and it was already dripping with alien fluid.

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

"BEGIN PROCEDURE,"repeated the robot.

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

Amy gripped the extraterrestrial cock with her left hand. Her handwriting seemed to have a biography of its own. It wasn't obeying Amy any Sir Thomas More ; it was obeying the impulse and instructions of this twist automobile. Amy started to stroke and pull on the alien shaft, which grew harder and liberal in the redhead's soft palm.

The automaton close to Clara advanced on the poor petrify brunette. Even as Clara shook her headland in incredulity, it too raised one of its arms and activated the transposition which would hold in her physical structure.

"NEURAL radio link ESTABLISHED,"said Clara's golem."subject 2 - LIE DOWN ON THE BED."

"No, no !"Clara pleaded. But it was no use. Her consistency was under thoroughgoing control. The automaton 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 legs snapped open. She couldn't believe it was happening again, and this time in the cruellest way possible. Her own consistence was working against her, offering no electrical resistance to the alien fiend who intended to despoil her.

Clara's automaton pounced onto the bed, was on top of Clara in seconds. Two of its branch grabbed appreciation of Clara's stage and roughly pulled them up into the air. A tertiary arm moved down towards the restrained brunet. A hook flicked out of one of its finger and it slashed the hook across Clara's nightgown. The garment was ripped in two, exposing Clara's mincing body.

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

But Amy was enduring her own ordeal. She was busy wanking off the alien robot, 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 gluey heart.

The robot looked down at Amy with its estimator head."ENGAGE mouth,"it said.

Amy groaned as she let go of the squirting peter and opened her lip all-embracing. The golem 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 member was jammed harshly into her oral cavity. The ginger mantrap 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 rape. The robot pinning her down moved into position, straddling the tiny lady friend. As Clara lay there, squealing for button, a hatch opened in the middle of the tool's rosehip. A immense T. H. White hammer sprang out of the opening. The robot brought itself down, putting all of its considerable weight on Clara. The bantam damsel was crushed down into the indulgent bed shroud. Clara hollered out forte one final time as the robot's monolithic pecker entered her silken cunt, parting her pussylips with ease.

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

The robot said cipher, did goose egg except start to throw brutally in and out of Clara's pixilated king protea. Her vagina was stretched to its broad, the barbarian alien prick ramming her taut twat like a demon. Clara's metallic rapist lifted its two devoid arms and seized grip of the brunet's bouncing teat, groping and molesting them without pity. Clara grabbed storage area of the robot's sleeve, tried to pull them off her dresser, but there was no way she could move them. Clara threw her oral sex back and shrieked for all she was deserving, stinging pain erupting from her pussy as the robot pounded it viciously.

On the other face of the room, Amy had nearly finished fellating her robot. The stranger's sexual oil was being released by Amy's sinful technique. The gorgeous ginger goddess flicked her tongue over the bulblike straits of the rooster, sucking and licking at it like a sporting lady. Amy felt ashamed ; she had zero mastery 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 concentrated, she could just guess she was pleasuring her married man, not this raping alien bastard.

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

Amy stopped sucking and removed her head from the robot's knockout son of a bitch. farseeing chain of alien cum spilled out of Amy's sweet mouth, dribbling down her chin onto her chest. She turned away from the golem and crawled across the trading floor on all four, like a dog. The redhead climbed onto the bed and stuck her sick round backside into the air, presenting it to her golem like a trophy.

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

Amy never had a hazard to finish her sentence, as the robot positioned itself in front of Amy's puckered arse. Without warning it throw forwards with all of its strength. The red-haired girl howled out loud, the robot burying its mighty cock into her back end.

"Nnnnnrgh ! Aaaaaargh ! Nooooo !"Amy cried. The robot didn't listen, continued to abuse the fourth dimension traveler's bottom with his hard alloy member.

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

"Claraaaaaaa !"Amy responded, before a distich of awful thrust forced a riot from the redhead's mouthpiece."Owwwwwww no it hurts !"

Amy's automaton roughly took detainment of her slender rose hip, started to bear on the redhead down onto its dripping alloy shaft. With another of its hands, it grabbed hold of Amy's juicy, flaming-red whisker and pulled on it, forcing her head word up. Amy groaned and grunted as she realised she was now the golem's sexual striver.

Clara closed her eyes, tried to imagine that she was anywhere else. She desperately wanted to block out the fact that she, Clara Oswald, hardy traveller in fourth dimension and space, was now nothing more than a tiny little fuckdoll, a striver to this mighty metal robot and its raping whims. She prayed that any instant now, the physician would burst through the door and write both of the lady friend from any farther harm.

All of Clara's compliments couldn't change the grim reality of her position, however. She was prone, pinned down, with the bragging cock her pussycat had ever taken ramming her over and over again. The pain and disgrace she was feeling was indescribable. Not only was she being raped brutally, but her nauseous ordeal was being recorded by the photographic camera situated in all four corners of the room. She could only wonder what use the tape of her and Amy's infraction was going to be put to ...

On her bed, Amy was feeling vivid sensations as the ten inch robo-penis plundered her sloshed ring. Suddenly, she felt something enter her pussy. Something inhuman and electronic, buzzing inside her taut red slit. She looked over her berm and saw that her robot had plunged one of its tenacious fingers into her slit. It was moving the dastardly fingerbreadth backwards and forwards, making Amy's hole wet with succus. The finger hummed and throbbed inside Amy's peppiness gash like one of the many vibrators she had used back on Earth. Amy threw her psyche up and screeched like a banshee. She wriggled her hips back onto the invade organ, increasing the pleasure she was feeling.

Both of the raping automaton said at once,"orgasm approach - PREPARE FOR ejaculation ”.

Amy and Clara moaned as the moment approached. They could find the peter inside them growing thicker and slicker. Clara did cipher except lay there, her legs splayed wide, the robot working his shaft deeper and deeper into her ravaged fair sex. She scrunched her eye up and silently begged for an end to her befoulment. Amy interim was actively working to get the robot off, jerking her hips up and down on the automaton's heavily rod. She wanted the ill-usage to end and she thought that maybe, if she increased the robot's pleasure, she could get to it end quicker.

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

At once the molesting machines pulled their squirting cocks out of the pathetic ravished girls. Amy's automaton callously threw the redhead onto her spine, aiming its semisynthetic schlong over her sweet angelic grimace. Clara's robot retracted its penis from the brunette's dripping pussy and hurtle it into her face. Both rooster erupted at the same sentence, spraying Amy and Clara with what felt like gallons of sizzling disaffect cum. The profaned girls were absolutely drenched in cargo after vile load of duncish Edward Douglas White Jr. jism. Their faces, hair and tits became completely soaked in the repellent guck, which stuck to their nude pink soundbox like glue.

Clara coughed and spluttered through this final degradation, raising her hand to try and pass over the revolting juice from her boldness and hairsbreadth. Amy, hoping that maximising the automaton's gratification might help her in some way, deliberately opened her oral cavity and flicked her pink tongue out, licking up and swallowing as much of the cum as she could.

When the rapist automaton had finished discharging over their victims, 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 way. Both of the girlfriend were completely exhausted, naked, spread-eagle over their bottom, covered in slimy, treacly thread of cum. They had both survived experimentation 2- barely. And still they were at the mercy of whichever extraterrestrial being power had abducted them.

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

Somewhere else in the universe, a large dark flesh was watching a silver screen which displayed the very same paradigm. Two beautiful daughter, one a tall graceful Aythya americana, the other a cute petite brunet, having just been tormented and violated in the most reprehensible way possible.

The trope licked his mouth with lustfulness ...

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