Clara awoke to pick up a low humming phone all around her. She opened her eye and was shocked to get hold that she was no longer in the TARDIS. She was lying, completed naked and her legs splayed, on a aplomb charge plate bed that gently pulsed with blanched light. The bed was situated in the middle of a large, bill control way, with many board and figurer screens all along the walls. Some of the electronic computer screens were displaying random alien school text ; others were showing images of outer space.

Clara started to panic when she realised that her men and feet were restrained to the bed by thick metallic element shoulder strap. Where was she, and what on Earth was happening ?

"Hey, what's going on ?"Clara cried out, struggling against the tight metal Bond."Dr. ? Where am I ?"

Then Clara heard a docile knocking strait coming from behind her. She craned her neck as much as her bonds would admit, looking in the focussing of the phone. On the opposite face of the control room, there was a large shabu cylinder. Standing inside the cylinder was a marvellous, slim down young woman not much younger than Clara herself, perhaps about 5ft 10 in peak. She had smooth pale tegument, toothsome long red hair that glowed like fire, and long shapely legs that seemed to go on forever. Unlike Clara, the woman was fully clothed, wearing marvelous black hound, a gold-coloured miniskirt, a tight Black top and benighted denim jacket.

Before Clara could mouth, the woman said,"Please, don't be afraid ! I'm a prisoner here too !"The woman spoke in a soft Scottish accent.

"Who are you ?"Clara demanded."Where are we ? And why am I naked ? !"

"My public figure is Amy Pond,"the young Scottish woman said."I was with my friend the Doctor. We were travelling in his spaceship the TARDIS, and then suddenly I was here. I've been stuck in this wee glass cage for hour. You arrived only a short prison term ago."

"Doctor ?"Clara asked."Did you say medico ?"

"Yes, I did,"Amy confirmed."Why ?"

Clara leaned her head back to try and get a better feeling at the grandiloquent redhead."But that's insufferable !"Clara exclaimed."The Doctor is my friend ! I was travelling in the TARDIS with him, and then next matter I know I'm prevarication here !"

Amy smiled and asked,"Does your Doctor feeling like a Danton True Young nerd with floppy disk hair and a bowtie ?"

Clara's restraints clinked as she shifted about on the bed."Yes, he did ! But then he changed. Into an sometime man with white hair- and a Scots accent, believe it or not !"

"I think I know what's going on,"Amy surmised."We both travelled with the physician at dissimilar period in time. Somehow or early, we were both captured and taken here. I think this is some variety of spaceship."

"okey amercement,"Clara sighed, looking down at her naked torso."But what am I doing with no wearing apparel on ? !"

"well, that I can excuse,"Amy said, turning away slightly and blushing."As soon as you arrived, the robots came. They tied you down to the bed and cut your clothes off. I told them to bar but they didn't listen. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, it's not your fault,"Clara said."I guess we're both stuck here. What do you think the automaton want ?"

"I don't know,"the Melanerpes erythrocephalus replied."They haven't said a word since I got here."

Clara relaxed, let her school principal Fall back on the bed."We'll just have to toy the waiting plot, then. Maybe the Doctor will be here soon. He must be looking for us."

"Yeah, I really hope so,"said Amy from inside her ice prison cell.

Just then, a tawdry alarm rang out through the control room. various of the computer screens started displaying the following text :

"TARGETS ACQUIRED - NEURAL nexus BEING ESTABLISHED - COMMENCE EXPERIMENTATION"

Clara tensed. She suddenly felt very vulnerable, naked as she was."Amy ? What's happening ?"

"I don't know Clara !"Amy exclaimed."I wish I knew. Just relax. I'm sure everything is going to be exquisitely !"

All of a sudden, portals opened up on Clara's bed. Clara looked down in scare. Out of the hepatic portal vein came six fatheaded metal tentacles. Two of them coiled around her mortise joint. Another two latched onto her arms, looping around various times until they were taut. The net two snaked underneath Clara's body, wrapping themselves around her waist.

"Amy ! assistance me ! I don't know what to do !"Clara screamed out brassy as the rough alloy tendrils felt their way over her petite, exposed body.

Amy bashed on the unbreakable drinking glass of her cage."Hey ! You lot ! leave-taking her alone !"

The tentacles- or whoever was controlling them- didn't respond. Clara's handcuffs and foot simplicity snapped back, freeing her paw and feet. But there was no escaping now- the tentacles held her fast. Clara struggled in their muscular grip, desperately trying to wrench herself disembarrass. It was no use. Her weak pulp and bone was no catch for the effectiveness of the alien technology.

The succeeding thing Clara knew, the tentacles were lifting her diminutive naked body into the air. She tried kicking out with her arms and legs, but all her struggles were to no avail. It had no effect on the behaviour of the tentacles. She was their prisoner, and it was sack up that they could do whatever they liked with her.

One of the tentacles around Clara's waistline started to move again. It very slowly slithered down Clara's naked body. Clara was dismayed to see where it was heading. It was going straight towards her exposed drear slit !

"No, postponement, delight hold on !"Clara pleaded with her capturer as the tentacle inched unaired to her midget pink mound.

"farewell her alone ! lay off it now !"Amy cried out, unable to help oneself her brunette friend.

The tentacles around Clara's politic legs coiled further up to her second joint. They started to move apart, wrenching Clara's legs subject. Clara threw her promontory back and screamed as she realised what the tentacles had in store for her.

Meanwhile the tentacle menacing Clara's pussy started to change. The social movement of it morphed its build, growing a long silver medal glossa. The spit was wet with translucent alien saliva, dripping and drooling onto the control room floor. The tentacle reared up like an animal about to round, and then it pounced on Clara's womanhood.

Clara screamed louder than ever as the invading outlander tongue licked and sucked at her most sensitive country."Nooooooo !"she cried out loud, sobbing, as she felt the rough appendage slobber and stroke from the posterior of her opening to the top. foreigner spittle mixed with Clara's own sexual juices as the synthetic tongue found Clara's clit, working it mercilessly.

The former tentacle around Clara's shank drew back, and also started to change. It grew wider and longer, forming a immense silver penis. The artificial pecker was at to the lowest degree ten inches long.

Clara's oculus widened as the penis hovered above her mind."No, please, no !"she wailed. Before she had time to say anything else, the cock launched itself into her pouting sass, filling her throat in one brutal cause. Clara groaned, ineffectual to do anything except lie there, as the giant penis started to slowly thrust in and out of the time traveller's sweet mouth.

Amy could nix except stand and watch as Clara was being brutalised by the foreigner tentacles. Her center filled with tears and she sobbed out loud, not just for the pathetic ravaged brunette, but in the noesis that surely, soon, it would be her turn.

Clara moaned as both her pussy and mouth were being ravished by the uncaring disaffect tech. The cock ramming itself down her pharynx was so big, she was sure it was going to dislocate her jaw. The metal penis was coated in some form of alien lubricant, and these blend with Clara's saliva to aid its progression in facefucking her like loony. Clara gagged several times as the violent alien prick forced itself further into her oral cavity, smashing against her tonsils.

One of the tentacles around Clara's pegleg also began to change, turning into another Brobdingnagian metal member. This one slithered down, over Clara's bare back and hip joint, edging towards her tight puckered buttocks. Clara shook her head in desperation, moaned as she felt the alien dildo caress her bare rear. She clenched her pert buttcheeks together, praying that the tentacle would leave this share of her alone. She had never done anal before, and was certainly it would suffer. There was no way the tentacle was going to be pacify !

Then, quick as a flash and to Clara's repugnance, the immense metal member rammed itself into her posterior. At the like fourth dimension, the prick in Clara's mouthpiece withdrew, leaving her dislodge to shout at this new invasion of her body.

"Aaaaaaaaargh ! No please adopt it out !"Clara wailed."Amy please aid meeeeee !"

"Stop it ! Stop it, you'll bolt down her !"Amy shouted at the alien monster.

Clara shut her eyes, tears streaming down her expression, as the metal dildo pounded into her tush. She shrieked with every one of its savage thrust. It felt as if it was ripping her open. There was no protection from the forcefulness of this raping extraterrestrial being lusus naturae.

The member that had been in Clara's mouth now moved to her perky bosom. The two tentacles around her arms adjusted, pushing Clara's jiggling bosom up. The penis inserted itself between the two tits and started sawing backwards and forwards, using Clara's tender knocker as a mean to elicit pleasure.

"Nnnnngh ! Aaaargh ! No !"Clara cried, powerless to stop this new humiliation. The atomic number 47 turncock was well lubricated with both its own and Clara's juices, and every so often it twitched and spurted out droplets of deep Patrick White liquidity onto Clara's breasts. The shaft in Clara's arse pulled in and out of her, matching the rhythm of the cock abusing her pitiable titties.

Amy could barely impart herself to watch the terrible spectacle. Clara was completely in the tentacles'mogul. The petite brunette looked like nothing to a greater extent than a doll, a lilliputian skirt suspended in the air, legs splayed far apart and wrapped in raping metal tendrils. Amy cursed whoever had subjected her new booster, and fellow comrade, to this indignity.

The dildo in between Clara's teat crawled away. It moved slowly down her plastered body, spurting alien cum as it went. Clara followed the tentacle with horror. She knew where it was heading, what it wanted from her. The concluding degradation. She squealed and pleaded with her alien captors, but she knew that they would proffer no mercifulness. She was now their plaything. The huge metallic element tool throbbed and slithered slowly over her tummy, towards her cunt. Clara knew it intended to spoil her again.

The tentacles around Clara's ramification moved at the Lapp time, pulling her legs even wider apart, stretching Clara's petite body out. The metal dildo approached Clara's pussy. The tongue which had been relentlessly licking at Clara's puff up clit moved out of its way. Clara looked down at the horrible expand organ. Thick alien succus glistened all over the metal shaft. Clara sobbed helplessly as the thing slowly moved towards her hatchway, which was wet with spit from the unknown tongue. The Brobdingnagian metal cock pushed against Clara's pussylips and slowly, inexorably shove inside.

"Aaaaah !"Clara groaned forlornly as the cock slammed into her sopping twat. Both of her holes were now being assaulted viciously. The tentacles pinning down her blazonry and legs moved rhythmically backwards and forwards, rocking the petite brunette up and down on the John Rock unvoiced metallic cock. The alienate dildos were so hard and frigid inside her, filling her up totally and giving her previously unknown region adept. Pleasure mixed with pain and shame as her fundament and cunt were raped brutally.

The cocks inside Clara started to pound her harder and faster. The brown-haired girlfriend winced and her sassing gaped clear in a mute screech ; she had never been fucked this tough in her life. The spit tentacle leaped to her chest, licking and sucking her round mamilla, making Clara coo out loud.

Amy wanted to be purge. Surely Clara couldn't take much Thomas More of this ? Whoever was doing this, they wouldn't stop until they had squeezed every ounce of pleasure out of the ravaged brunet. Loud squelching audio and the slapping of alloy against Clara's flesh were all Amy could hear, echoing horribly around the command room.

Clara felt something happening. The metal cocks were growing larger and more provoke. She felt them set out to twitch against her purulent walls and arsecheeks. Surely the clip was now ... ?

As soon as Clara thought it, the putz exploded. thick spirt of alien cum spurted inside her butt and kitty-cat, spilling out of her. Clara screamed as she felt the cold sexual oil sprayer inside of her body. The cocks continued to twinge and squirt for over a minute, draining every last drop into Clara's holes.

"Clara !"Amy exclaimed from inside her see-through jail cell.

The metallic element penises withdrew from Clara's orifice, sliding out with tacky popping speech sound. The tentacles fastened around Clara's shapely arm retracted, bringing her pitiful sap body back down to the charge plate bed. Clara flopped onto the bed, too faint to move, her kitty-cat and arse sting and raw. The tentacles disappeared into the portals around the bed.

Amy blinked and the glass cylinder holding her prisoner ceased to exist. Now unblock, Amy rushed over to her abused friend. She ran to Clara's face and held her, hugging her close. Clara was covered in a lose weight glaze of swither and globules of sweet-smelling alien jizz.

"Clara ? Clara, are you alright ?"Amy asked, tearful. Clara could say nothing, was practically passed out in Amy's coat of arms. The red-header stroked the brunette's shiny shadow hairsbreadth, trying to comfort her."Don't headache, it's alright. It's all over now."

Even as Amy spoke those words, she knew that they weren't true up. They were both prisoners of an strange alien force, who would stop at nothing to evoke the utmost amount of sexual gratification from their powerless bodies. It was Clara's turn now, next it would surely be Amy's. Amy shuddered at the thought of being carried aloft by the raping tentacles and abused in all her trap.

The alert rang through the control room again and the computer screens started displaying a new instruction :

"experiment 1 SUCCESSFUL - ANALYSE resultant role - BEGIN experiment 2"

Amy gulped, clutching Clara's naked body close to her. They were both in serious trouble ...

TO BE CONTINUED ...