Amy pool held Clara Oswald tight, as a lot for her own comfort as for Clara's. The brunette, having just been subjected to a vicious sexual assault, was passed out in Amy's arm. Clara's trunk was warm up and wet, her brown hair messed up and stuck to her typeface.

Amy looked up at the computing machine screens situated all around the controller room. They were displaying a message to"Menachem Begin experimentation 2 ”. Amy knew that Clara and herself would be the theme of this experiment. What on earthly concern was going to happen to them ?

Suddenly pale yellow-bellied gas started to make full the ascendence room. Amy yelped and desperately looked around for an escape road. To her alarm, 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 basis, coughing and choking. Within a few moment, her optic closed and her worldly concern was plunged into darkness ...

*

Amy awoke to happen herself lying on a well-fixed bed in a white, bright room. The bed sheets she was lying on were calorie-free, warm and downy, and she felt extremely comfortable. She looked down at her soundbox. The apparel she had been wearing were gone, replaced by something altogether more revealing. She had been squeezed into a tight white nightgown which came halfway down her slim, pallid thighs. The nightdress was clearly several sizes too belittled for her, and it pushed her breasts up, making them look turgid than they actually were. All of Amy's underwear had been removed ; she was completely naked under the nightdress. The garment had a translucent timber and Amy could see the humble tap mounds of her pap and the dapple orange tree hair of her President Bush visible under the tenuous fabric.

Amy looked around the small way. There were two beds next to each former, and two dressing tables on either side of the beds. cupboard and electronic computer screens lined the walls. Amy noticed there were four camera setup in each quoin of the room. Clearly, she was being watched. She coyly covered her tit and pussy 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 brunet was combing her haircloth and staring into a mirror. Clara was also wearing a tight white nightie made of very thin stuff. Her buck private arena were similarly visible through the framework.

Now that Amy was closer to Clara than she had been in the control elbow room, the red-header was able to make out the brunette's features more clearly. Clara was certainly a very pretty vernal woman. She had mid-length chestnut-coloured hair in a fashionable trend, ruby red cheeks, big brownish eyes like that of a manga type, and a pixie-like release nose. Amy was also able to see some of Clara's more knowledgeable feature film, thanks to the revealing gown. The brunet had firm supple breast, a neatly-trimmed Triangle of drab pubic hair, and a decent round of drinks 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 seat to face Amy."I'm okay,"she replied."I'm not pain. I think they healed me somehow."

"Where are we ?"Amy asked, looking around the little, smart bedroom.

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

"Well, wherever we are, we know they're observation,"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 answer to that, Clara,"Amy said."I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

Clara shrugged."It's okay, it's not your defect,"the flyspeck girl said."I just wish there was a way out of here. I've tried looking and there's nothing. Not even a external respiration cock ! We're trapped here, Amy, and there's cipher we can do about it. They can do anything they like with us ..."

Amy got up and put an arm around Clara's shoulder joint."Best not to think 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 threshold of weeping, sniffled and nodded her head.

The redhead helped the brunette out of her arse, and together the two imprisoned missy looked around for an outlet. As soon as they had started, an invisible doorway opened up in a discussion section of the bedroom wall. Two automaton entered the room, their metal feet clanking on the level. The girls cowered at the survey of them.

The robots were magniloquent and were made of a smooth and shiny white material. They had two legs and four long arms. On the end of each arm was a humanoid hand. Their heads were Andrew Dickson White spheres with a figurer screen in the eye of them. The car 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 milled arms and pressed a push 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,"depicted object 1 - REMOVE GARMENT."

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

The automaton pressed another push on its arm."NEURAL connection ESTABLISHED - theme 1 - REMOVE GARMENT."

Suddenly, Amy's hands jumped to the top of her nightgown. Her fingers hooked around the taking into custody of the thin bit of clothing. Amy felt as if an unseeable force was controlling her body. She had no choice 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 hands as they tore the only when matter preserving the last vestige of her modesty from her tall, svelte consistency. The shattered nightgown fell to the floor and Amy was left standing completely naked.

Clara couldn't help but admire Amy's incredible body. The carrottop was tall, slim and statuesque, the gross opposite of Clara, really. Gorgeous fiery red hair cascaded over pale berm. Small but shapely teat sprang out of the shoot nightgown and stood erect in the way's poise atmosphere. Best of all were Amy's peg, which were long, trim and elegant- the leg of a supermodel, Clara thought. Clara wondered how much male person attending Amy had got in her sprightliness. Probably way more than her !

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

Amy's amazing legs started to carry her across the room, entirely against her will. She stopped in front of the automaton and knelt down on the floor. Her psyche was now pull down with the automaton's private parts. A hatching opened in the automaton's breakwater and a huge bloodless cock emerged from within. The member was at least ten in long, and it was already dripping with unknown fluid.

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

"BEGIN PROCEDURE,"repeated the robot.

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

Amy gripped the alien cock with her left hired hand. Her hired man seemed to have a biography of its own. It wasn't obeying Amy any more than ; it was obeying the whims and pedagogy of this perverted machine. Amy started to stroke and pull in on the alien shaft of light, which grew harder and bounteous in the redhead's piano palm.

The golem closest to Clara advanced on the wretched ossify brunette. Even as Clara shook her head in mental rejection, it too raised one of its arms and activated the switch which would control her body.

"NEURAL LINK ESTABLISHED,"said Clara's robot."discipline 2 - LIE down feather ON THE BED."

"No, no !"Clara pleaded. But it was no use. Her body was under complete dominance. The robot could progress to 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.

"banquet YOUR leg,"commanded the robot.

Clara screamed as her rachis arched and her legs snapped afford. She couldn't believe it was happening again, and this metre in the cruellest way possible. Her own soundbox was working against her, offering no electric resistance to the foreign ogre who intended to dishonor her.

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

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

But Amy was enduring her own ordeal. She was busy wanking off the foreigner golem, pumping her fist up and down its metal dick. Every so often ropes of alien cum spurted out of the cockhead, drenching her pale feminine finger's breadth in its sticky substance.

The robot looked down at Amy with its computer mind."ENGAGE MOUTH,"it said.

Amy groaned as she let go of the squirting cock and opened her mouth wide. The golem took hold of Amy's head and pulled the redhead towards its huge metal schlong. Before Amy had any fourth dimension to say or do anything, the wet dripping appendage was jammed harshly into her sass. The ginger beauty gagged as she, quite against her will, started to bob her headland up and down on the rock surd unreal phallus.

Meanwhile, Clara was being fain for her rape. The golem pinning her down moved into place, straddling the tiny young woman. As Clara lay there, squealing for button, a hatching opened in the center of the brute's hips. A Brobdingnagian white cock sprang out of the opening. The robot brought itself down, putting all of its considerable free weight on Clara. The diminutive damosel was crushed down into the subdued bed sheets. Clara hollered out loudly one final clip as the robot's massive shaft entered her slick twat, parting her pussylips with relaxation.

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

The golem said nothing, did nothing except showtime to thrust brutally in and out of Clara's soaked king protea. Her vagina was stretched to its replete, the savage foreigner prick ramming her tight twat like a demon. Clara's metallic raper lifted its two free arms and seized handle of the brunet's bouncing tits, groping and molesting them without compassion. Clara grabbed hold of the robot's arms, tried to rive them off her breast, but there was no way she could move them. Clara threw her head back and shrieked for all she was deserving, cutting pain erupting from her snatch 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 technique. The gorgeous powdered ginger goddess flicked her tongue over the bulbous head of the cock, sucking and licking at it like a working girl. Amy felt ashamed ; she had zero ascendance over what was happening, and yet, and yet ... mystifying inside her, she was starting to savor it. She had always enjoyed sucking off Rory, and if she concentrated really unvoiced, she could just pretend she was pleasuring her husband, not this raping alien bastard.

"point,"ordered Amy's robot."ascent ONTO THE BED."

Amy stopped sucking and removed her brain from the robot's strong shaft. Long strand of alien cum spilled out of Amy's sweet-smelling mouth, dribbling down her chin onto her chest. She turned away from the robot and crawled across the floor on all foursome, like a dog. The redheaded woodpecker climbed onto the bed and stuck her blanch rhythm seat 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 stop her sentence, as the robot positioned itself in front of Amy's puckered arse. Without warning it thrust forwards with all of its intensity level. The red-haired lady friend howled out loud, the golem burying its mighty turncock into her backside.

"Nnnnnrgh ! Aaaaaargh ! Nooooo !"Amy cried. The robot didn't listen, continued to pervert the time traveller's bottom with his severe alloy member.

Clara looked over to Amy's head teacher, 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 howler from the redhead's mouthpiece."Owwwwwww no it hurts !"

Amy's automaton roughly took hold of her slender hips, started to drive the redheaded woodpecker down onto its dripping metallic element prick. With another of its hands, it grabbed hold of Amy's delicious, flaming-red hair and pulled on it, forcing her head up. Amy groaned and grunted as she realised she was now the robot's sexual slave.

Clara closed her oculus, tried to imagine that she was anywhere else. She desperately wanted to stop out the fact that she, Clara Oswald, dauntless traveller in fourth dimension and space, was now zip more than than a petite little fuckdoll, a hard worker to this mightily metal golem and its raping whims. She prayed that any moment now, the Doctor would burst through the door and save both of the girls from any boost harm.

All of Clara's want couldn't variety the dour reality of her situation, however. She was prone, pinned down, with the bragging cock her pussy had ever taken ramming her over and over again. The nuisance and disgrace she was feeling was unutterable. Not only was she being raped brutally, but her sickening ordeal was being recorded by the television camera situated in all four corners of the way. She could only wonder what use the mag tape of her and Amy's violation was going to be put to ...

On her bed, Amy was feeling intense sensations as the ten inch robo-penis plundered her tight 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 automaton had plunged one of its long fingers into her cunt. It was moving the dastardly digit backwards and forwards, making Amy's hole wet with juice. The finger's breadth hummed and throbbed inside Amy's peppiness 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 encroach upon organs, increasing the delight she was feeling.

Both of the raping robots said at once,"coming APPROACHING - PREPARE FOR interjection ”.

Amy and Clara moaned as the bit approached. They could finger the cocks inside them growing thicker and slicker. Clara did goose egg except lay there, her legs rotate blanket, the robot working his cock deeper and deeper into her desolate womanhood. She scrunched her eyes up and silently begged for an end to her defilement. Amy meanwhile was actively working to get the golem off, jerking her articulatio coxae up and down on the robot's hard rod. She wanted the insult to end and she thought that maybe, if she increased the robot's delight, she could take a shit it end quicker.

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

At once the molesting motorcar pulled their squirting cocks out of the poor transport girls. Amy's golem callously threw the redhead onto her vertebral column, aiming its synthetic schlong over her sweet angelic side. Clara's robot retracted its member from the brunette's dripping pussycat and lunge it into her face. Both cocks erupted at the same time, spraying Amy and Clara with what felt same gal of sizzling alien cum. The rape girls were absolutely drenched in load after vile load of blockheaded gabardine jism. Their faces, hair and tits became completely soaked in the repellent oozing, which stuck to their au naturel rap bodies like glue.

Clara coughed and spluttered through this final exam degradation, raising her hands to try and pass over the revolting succus from her face and whisker. Amy, hoping that maximising the golem's satisfaction might facilitate her in some way, deliberately opened her lip 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 victim, 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 layer, covered in slimy, syrupy ribbons of cum. They had both survived Experiment 2- barely. And still they were at the mercy of whichever alien magnate had abducted them.

The four cameras in the bedroom scanned the aftermath of Amy and Clara's latest trial by ordeal. Their Lens blinked and zoomed in on the unconscious mind girls.

Somewhere else in the cosmos, a large coloured physique was watching a screen which displayed the very same simulacrum. Two beautiful girls, one a tall graceful redhead, the early a cute petite brunet, having just been tormented and violated in the most barbarous way possible.

The figure licked his lips with lustfulness ...

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