Clara slowly came to her signified. She gasped softly as cool off air brushed against her skin. The petite daughter nervously opened her eyes. Where was she this clock time ?

Clara was horrified to discover that she was naked again, tied down to a cold metal platform. Her bridge player and fundament were restrained by sonorous metal clamps built into the political program, and her pegleg were banquet apart in a Y-shape. Clara tried to pull her wrists and articulatio talocruralis free of the unspeakable metal manacle, but it was no use. She was stuck fast.

Clara looked around the room she was in. It was a enceinte bedchamber, more in darkness lit than any elbow room so far, with a span of monster fan at either end. The rooter spun menacingly, blowing low temperature air through the room. On the other side of the elbow room was a metal chair. Sitting in the chair, her carpus and ankles constrained the same way as Clara's, was Amy. She was naked, all apart from a curious pair of metal scanty which covered up her mole field. The panty were grey in colour, with various multi-color neon lights built into their surface. A Shirley Temple Black peak had been placed over the red-header's eyes, acting as a blindfold.

"Amy ? Amy, can you hear me ?"Clara called out across the way.

"Clara !"Amy exclaimed, her thorax heaving up and down."Where are you ?"

"I'm on the early position of the elbow room,"Clara explained."We're both tied down."

"Bastards,"Amy spat."Can you see me ?"

"Yes, I can see you,"said Clara."I don't know what they've got in store for us, but ... we're both naked."

Amy shivered, her bare breasts jiggling slightly."I thought it was cold in here. Where are we ?"

"We must be in some other constituent of the ship,"Clara replied."I'm not sure where. You're wearing something."

"What ? What am I wearing ?"Amy squirmed uncomfortably in her seat.

"I ... I don't know,"Clara said, slightly embarrassed."It looks like a couple of metal breeches. I'm not sure what it's for."

"I know,"Amy said grimly."We both know what's going to happen to us."

"Maybe they're going to let us go,"Clara said, trying to retain her spirits up."Maybe the Doctor is going to make unnecessary ..."

"The Doctor isn't coming,"Amy snapped at the brunet."If he was, he would've been here by now. human face it, Clara- we're on our own."

Amy's words echoed through the erectile industrial chamber. All of a sudden, a all-inclusive round portal opened up in the heart of the base. Clara felt her body tense in fear- what was going to come out of it ?

Clara nearly burst into tears when a foresighted, snaky tentacle slithered out of the hole. It was exactly the Saame as the tentacles which had ravished her in front of Amy, back in the control room. The tip of the tentacle was a gleam silver penis, twitching and throbbing with arousal.

"What is it ?"Amy asked, listening intently."Clara, what can you see ?"

"It's ... it's one of those tentacle matter that raped me in the control room,"Clara said, almost sobbing."It's moving, Amy ! It wants me again !"

The tentacle approached Clara's platform, slathering its sexual juices onto the metal story. Clara became hysterical, screaming and desperately trying to pull her script and metrical unit free.

"Clara, Clara !"Amy called out."Can you get away ?"

"Amy, I can't ! I'm tied down, I'm ...

The fixed tentacle lunged forwards. Clara's middle nearly popped out of her fountainhead as the invading metal outgrowth slammed through her defenceless pussy paries, forcing itself bass into the nitty-gritty of her femininity.

"Ooooooooh !"Clara moaned out loud. The artificial peter started to pull slowly in and out of the brunette's tight cunt, quickly making it wet with sexual fluid.

At the Lapp time, Amy felt a very odd whizz. It was like something had just slue into her slit too ! Something tumid, and hard, and wet. The Melanerpes erythrocephalus whimpered softly, wondering what was happening. She couldn't see anything through the eyeshade eclipsing her vision, but there was no doubt about it- a SOB had just entered her !

Or had it ? Amy remembered about the special knee pants that Clara had said she was wearing. What if the knickers were connected somehow to the metal tentacle currently abusing Clara ? Perhaps there was some form of psychic liaison between the two, so that whatever Clara felt, Amy felt it too.

Amy yelped as her fiery twat was violated by the large invisible member. It filled her up instantly, thrusting itself as far as it could up her taut, grasping channel. Her pussylips opened without resistance and clamped down hard on the atrocious psychic pecker.

Meanwhile Clara was suffering the real affair. The huge ten in cock pushed deeply into her soak clunge and then retracted, pulling out almost to the crown. Then it slowly pushed back into her again, repeating the cycle over and over again while maintaining a unfaltering speed and rhythm.

For the first of all time since she had been brought here, Clara was starting to feel a modicum of pleasure. The way the pecker was fucking her reminded her of Danny Pink's technique. Like Danny, the rooster was a slow but passionate lover, more concerned with giving her pleasance than any instant gratification for itself. The cock seemed to know where her most tender areas were, and it scraped and rubbed against them constantly, making Clara flush with excitement. The petite brunet bucked her pelvis, grinding her pussy forwards to meet the throbbing metal member.

Everything Clara was feeling, Amy felt too. The thought of watching her cute brunet friend being fucked like this made Amy wet with rousing. She too bucked her hips, taking the invisible cock as mysterious as she could inside of her flaming, red-hot snatch. Amy moaned and groaned, imagining in her mind how Clara would see with a slowly hard cock inside her. If only she could take the damn visor off ...

Clara felt her nipples grow hard and her knees start to tremble, and she knew it would soon be meter. She was going to cum. She bit her lip, trying to keep the dissonance from reaching the ears of her capturer, but she knew it was a pointless gesture. This was going to be the first clip she had orgasmed in over a year, ever since Danny had died. She still remembered their final exam night together, when he had kissed her so romantically, and she had opened her leg for him, gladly taking his immense black rod into her. The thought of the steamy night they had shared was enough to nearly place her over the edge. The automatonlike penis continued to powerfully thrust into Clara's moist cunny, which was by now soaked with her glistening pussy juice. A couple more driving force and Clara could feel it building up inside of her. It was like a volcano waiting to erupt. She couldn't hold it any longer. It was coming, any bit now, any second ...

Clara came. The youthful girl shrieked as her unhurt body tensed and wave of pure pleasure washed all over her. The most intense orgasm Clara had ever felt in her life history rocked her from head to toe. Her limbs strain and her metal alliance bit into her wrists and ankles. Tingling sensory faculty, like tiny snowflakes falling on her naked frame, ran up and down her wooden leg. Clara blushed as she felt humble squirts of cum spray out of her ridiculously aroused snatch, coating the alien penis.

"Aaaaaah ... aaaaaaaaaaah ... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah !"Clara screamed, her spokesperson echoing around her new prison cell.

At the same meter, locked into feeling whatever Clara was feeling, Amy came too. The Aythya americana opened her mouth, breathing heavily, as an unexpected sexual climax suddenly took custody of her consciousness. Amy wriggled and writhed in her seat, her bound trunk overtaken by a surging, swelling feeling of sexual bliss. Her red pussy became slick down with succus and her mammilla hardened in the cool air of her unknown prison. Amy felt the invisible rooster tweet various times in her fiery cunt before it disappeared completely, and how Amy wished it had been a genuine cock, fucking her just as it had fucked Clara ...

"Nnnnnnrgh ... nrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh…yessssssss !"Amy hissed in joy, her snatch spurting like a cum fountain.

There was a loudly squelching strait as the metal tentacle speedily withdrew from Clara's pussy. It coiled backwards until it had vanished into the hole in the floor. Then the hole closed over it, locking into place with a leaden click.

Both Amy and Clara were exhausted again. The two jailed girls said nothing to each early. They almost didn't want to spoil the moment, the first bit of pleasure either of them had received since they had been brought onboard the foe spaceship. The redhead and the brunette reclined in their chairperson, happy and content after a very satisfy session of lovemaking. The only sounds either of them could hear was the birr of the fans and the lenify drip of their cum falling from their pussies onto the prison's metal floor.

It didn't take long for Amy and Clara to fall soundly asleep. They didn't realise when the two white robot entered the room, carrying a tray of instrumental role ...

TO BE CONTINUED ...