Clara slowly came to her sentience. She gasped softly as cool air brushed against her skin. The petite female child nervously opened her middle. Where was she this time ?

Clara was horrified to discover that she was naked again, tied down to a cold metal platform. Her hands and groundwork were restrained by grave alloy clinch built into the political platform, and her legs were spread apart in a Y-shape. Clara tried to draw her wrists and ankles free of the afflictive alloy manacles, but it was no use. She was stuck fast.

Clara looked around the room she was in. It was a orotund bedroom, more darkly lit than any elbow room so far, with a pair of giant star fans at either end. The fans spun menacingly, blowing cold air through the elbow room. On the early side of the room was a alloy hot seat. Sitting in the chair, her articulatio radiocarpea and ankle constrained the Lapplander way as Clara's, was Amy. She was naked, all apart from a funny pair of metal scanty which covered up her groin area. The panties were grey in color, with respective varicoloured neon lights built into their airfoil. A bleak visor had been placed over the Melanerpes erythrocephalus's eyes, acting as a blindfold.

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

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

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

"by-blow,"Amy bickering."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 contribution 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 metallic element pants. 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 prevent her spirits up."Maybe the Doctor is going to bring through ..."

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

Amy's words echoed through the cavernous industrial sleeping accommodation. All of a sudden, a wide daily round hepatic portal vein opened up in the middle of the floor. Clara felt her body tense in fear- what was going to come out of it ?

Clara nearly burst into tears when a retentive, snakelike tentacle slithered out of the pickle. It was exactly the same as the tentacles which had ravished her in strawman of Amy, back in the control way. The tip of the tentacle was a gleaming 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 things that raped me in the control elbow room,"Clara said, almost sobbing."It's moving, Amy ! It wants me again !"

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

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

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

The rigid tentacle lunged forwards. Clara's eyes nearly popped out of her principal as the invading alloy appendage slammed through her defenceless pussy walls, forcing itself deep into the magnetic core of her femininity.

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

At the same metre, Amy felt a very odd sensation. It was like something had just slither into her pussycat 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 particular breeches 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 link between the two, so that whatever Clara felt, Amy felt it too.

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

Meanwhile Clara was suffering the real thing. The vast ten column inch cock pushed deeply into her dowse clunge and then retracted, pulling out almost to the diadem. Then it slowly pushed back into her again, repeating the cycle over and over again while maintaining a stabilise speed and rhythm.

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

Everything Clara was feeling, Amy felt too. The thought of watching her cute brunette friend being fucked like this made Amy wet with rousing. She too bucked her rose hip, taking the invisible cock as inscrutable as she could inside of her flaming, red-hot snap. Amy moaned and groaned, imagining in her mind how Clara would look with a sluggish hard pecker inside her. If only she could take in the damn bill off ...

Clara felt her nipple originate hard and her human knee start to tremble, and she knew it would soon be time. She was going to cum. She bit her lip, trying to keep the noise from reaching the auricle of her captors, but she knew it was a pointless motion. 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 Nox together, when he had kissed her so romantically, and she had opened her peg for him, gladly taking his huge black rod into her. The intellection of the steamy night they had shared was enough to nearly station her over the edge. The robotic penis continued to powerfully throw into Clara's moist cunny, which was by now soaked with her glistening pussy succus. A span more thrusts and Clara could feel it building up inside of her. It was like a vent waiting to burst. She couldn't hold it any longer. It was coming, any second now, any indorsement ...

Clara came. The young female child shrieked as her entirely body tensed and waves of everlasting joy washed all over her. The most vivid orgasm Clara had ever felt in her life rocked her from point to toe. Her limbs tense and her metal bonds bit into her wrists and mortise joint. Tingling hotshot, like petite snowflakes falling on her naked flesh, ran up and down her legs. Clara blushed as she felt pocket-size pip-squeak of cum spray out of her ridiculously aroused twat, coating the extraterrestrial being 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 Melanerpes erythrocephalus opened her sassing, breathing heavily, as an unexpected climax suddenly took hold of her consciousness. Amy wriggled and writhed in her seat, her bound physical structure overtaken by a surging, swelling tactile sensation of intimate cloud nine. Her red twat became slick with juice and her nipples hardened in the cool air of her unknown prison house. Amy felt the unseeable cock twitch several times in her fiery cunt before it disappeared completely, and how Amy wished it had been a material cock, fucking her just as it had fucked Clara ...

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

There was a loudly squelching sound as the metal tentacle speedily withdrew from Clara's kitty-cat. It coiled backwards until it had vanished into the hole in the flooring. Then the hollow closed over it, locking into place with a heavy click.

Both Amy and Clara were exhausted again. The two confined girls said nothing to each other. They almost didn't want to queer the instant, the first bit of pleasure either of them had received since they had been brought onboard the enemy spaceship. The Aythya americana and the brunette reclined in their hot seat, happy and cognitive content after a very satisfying session of lovemaking. The only sounds either of them could pick up was the whirring of the fans and the gentle drip of their cum falling from their pussies onto the prison house's metal floor.

It didn't take long for Amy and Clara to go down soundly benumbed. They didn't realise when the two Patrick White robots entered the room, carrying a tray of pawn ...

TO BE CONTINUED ...