Clara slowly came to her senses. She gasped softly as cool air brushed against her pelt. The bantam girl nervously opened her centre. Where was she this time ?

Clara was horrified to discover that she was naked again, tied down to a stale metal platform. Her hands and feet were restrained by heavy alloy clinch built into the platform, and her legs were unfold apart in a Y-shape. Clara tried to take out her wrists and mortise joint exempt of the awful metallic element manacles, but it was no use. She was stuck fast.

Clara looked around the room she was in. It was a larger bedroom, more darkly lit than any room so far, with a pair of giant fans at either end. The rooter spun menacingly, blowing cold air through the room. On the other incline of the room was a metal electric chair. Sitting in the chair, her wrists and ankles constrained the Lapp way as Clara's, was Amy. She was naked, all apart from a curious couplet of metal panties which covered up her groin area. The step-in were grey in colouring material, with several calico neon lights built into their aerofoil. A blacken peak had been placed over the redhead's eyes, acting as a blindfold.

"Amy ? Amy, can you try me ?"Clara called out across the room.

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

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

"love child,"Amy spat."Can you see me ?"

"Yes, I can see you,"said Clara."I don't know what they've got in entrepot 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 early function 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 pair of metal knickers. 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 keep her life up."Maybe the Doctor is going to save ..."

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

Amy's Bible echoed through the cavernous industrial chamber. All of a sudden, a wide round portal opened up in the middle of the story. Clara felt her consistence tense in fear- what was going to come in out of it ?

Clara nearly burst into rip when a long, snakelike tentacle slithered out of the fix. It was exactly the same as the tentacles which had ravished her in front man of Amy, back in the control room. The tip of the tentacle was a gleaming silver phallus, 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 affair that raped me in the ascendance 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 metallic element floor. Clara became hysterical, screaming and desperately trying to pull her hands and feet free.

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

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

The inflexible tentacle lunged forwards. Clara's heart nearly popped out of her capitulum as the invading metal outgrowth slammed through her defenceless pussycat walls, forcing itself deep into the magnetic core of her muliebrity.

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

At the same fourth dimension, Amy felt a very odd sensation. It was like something had just slid into her pussy too ! Something large, and hard, and wet. The redhead whimpered softly, wondering what was happening. She couldn't see anything through the visor eclipsing her vision, but there was no doubt about it- a prick had just entered her !

Or had it ? Amy remembered about the exceptional knickerbockers that Clara had said she was wearing. What if the bloomers were connected somehow to the alloy tentacle currently abusing Clara ? Perhaps there was some form of psychic radio link between the two, so that whatever Clara felt, Amy felt it too.

Amy yelped as her fiery goofball was violated by the large inconspicuous penis. It filled her up instantly, thrusting itself as far as it could up her taut, grasping channel. Her pussylips opened without opposition and clamped down hard on the grievous psychic nib.

Meanwhile Clara was suffering the real matter. The vast ten edge cock pushed deeply into her sop 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 stabilize speed and cycle.

For the offset time since she had been brought here, Clara was starting to feel a modicum of pleasure. The way the cock was fucking her reminded her of Danny garden pink's technique. Like Danny, the tool was a slow but passionate lover, more concerned with giving her joy than any instant gratification for itself. The rooster seemed to acknowledge where her most sore surface area were, and it scraped and rubbed against them constantly, making Clara boot with excitement. The petite brunette bucked her hips, grinding her pussycat forwards to play the throbbing alloy member.

Everything Clara was feeling, Amy felt too. The thought of watching her cute brunette friend being fucked like this made Amy wet with arousal. She too bucked her hips, taking the invisible cock as late as she could inside of her flaming, sizzling snatch. Amy moaned and groaned, imagining in her judgment how Clara would search with a retard hard stopcock inside her. If only she could take the damn vizor off ...

Clara felt her nipples grow hard and her knee start to tremble, and she knew it would soon be sentence. She was going to cum. She bit her lip, trying to keep the noise from reaching the capitulum of her captors, but she knew it was a superfluous gesture. This was going to be the first time she had orgasmed in over a year, ever since Danny had died. She still remembered their final night together, when he had kissed her so romantically, and she had opened her legs for him, gladly taking his huge nigrify rod into her. The thinking of the steamy night they had shared was enough to nearly send her over the sharpness. The robotic penis continued to powerfully thrust into Clara's moist cunny, which was by now soaked with her glistening kitty juice. A twain More thrusting 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 second now, any endorse ...

Clara came. The young daughter shrieked as her solid body tensed and waves of pure pleasure washed all over her. The most intense orgasm Clara had ever felt in her life rocked her from psyche to toe. Her limbs tensed and her metallic element Bond bit into her articulatio radiocarpea and articulatio talocruralis. Tingling ace, like flyspeck snowflakes falling on her au naturel frame, ran up and down her legs. Clara blushed as she felt small squirt of cum spray out of her ridiculously aroused pussy, coating the unknown penis.

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

At the same time, locked into feeling whatever Clara was feeling, Amy came too. The Aythya americana opened her oral cavity, breathing heavily, as an unexpected climax suddenly took hold of her awareness. Amy wriggled and writhed in her seat, her bound body overtaken by a surging, swelling feeling of sexual cloud nine. Her red snatch became knavish with succus and her nipples hardened in the assuredness air of her unknown prison. Amy felt the unseeable dick nip various time in her fiery cunt before it disappeared completely, and how Amy wished it had been a real pecker, fucking her just as it had fucked Clara ...

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

There was a tacky squelching sound as the metallic element tentacle speedily withdrew from Clara's pussy. It coiled backwards until it had vanished into the maw in the trading floor. Then the hole closed over it, locking into topographic point with a gravid click.

Both Amy and Clara were exhausted again. The two captive daughter said zilch to each other. They almost didn't want to bobble the present moment, the first bit of delight either of them had received since they had been brought onboard the enemy starship. The carrottop and the brunet reclined in their chairwoman, happy and content after a very cheering session of lovemaking. The only if sounds either of them could hear was the whir of the fans and the pacify drip of their cum falling from their puss onto the prison's metallic element floor.

It didn't take long for Amy and Clara to fall soundly numb. They didn't realise when the two Andrew D. White robots entered the elbow room, carrying a tray of instruments ...

TO BE CONTINUED ...