Clara awoke to get a line a low humming sound all around her. She opened her heart and was shocked to come up that she was no longer in the TARDIS. She was lying, completed naked and her legs splayed, on a cool plastic bed that gently pulsed with Patrick Victor Martindale White Light. The bed was situated in the middle of a declamatory, broadsheet ascendency room, with many control panel and computer sieve all along the walls. Some of the computer screens were displaying random extraterrestrial being schoolbook ; others were showing range of a function of outer space.

Clara started to panic when she realised that her hands and human foot were restrained to the bed by slurred alloy shoulder strap. Where was she, and what on terra firma was happening ?

"Hey, what's going on ?"Clara cried out, struggling against the cockeyed metal shackle."Doctor of the Church ? Where am I ?"

Then Clara heard a gentle knocking sound coming from behind her. She craned her neck opening as much as her bonds would give up, looking in the instruction of the sound. On the opposite position of the dominance room, there was a gravid glass cylinder. Standing inside the cylinder was a tall, thin Lester Willis Young woman not much jr. than Clara herself, perhaps about 5ft 10 in meridian. She had smooth pale hide, luscious long red pilus that glowed like attack, and long shapely legs that seemed to go on forever. Unlike Clara, the cleaning woman was fully clothed, wearing tall nigrify cad, a gold-coloured miniskirt, a tight black top and drear denim jacket.

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

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

"My name is Amy Pond,"the young Scots woman said."I was with my supporter the doctor. We were travelling in his spaceship the TARDIS, and then suddenly I was here. I've been stuck in this wee glass John Cage for time of day. You arrived only a short fourth dimension ago."

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

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

Clara leaned her head back to try and get a serious look at the grandiloquent carrottop."But that's inconceivable !"Clara exclaimed."The Doctor is my friend ! I was travelling in the TARDIS with him, and then adjacent affair I know I'm lying here !"

Amy smiled and asked,"Does your Doctor look like a vernal nerd with floppy hair's-breadth and a bowtie ?"

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

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

"okeh fine,"Clara sighed, looking down at her raw body."But what am I doing with no clothes 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 dress off. I told them to stop 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 mean the robots want ?"

"I don't know,"the redheaded woodpecker replied."They haven't said a Bible since I got here."

Clara relaxed, let her head dusk back on the bed."We'll just give to act as the waiting game, then. Maybe the Dr. will be here soon. He must be looking for us."

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

Just then, a loud alarm clock rang out through the control condition room. Several of the computer screens started displaying the pursual text :

"mark ACQUIRED - NEURAL connexion BEING ESTABLISHED - COMMENCE EXPERIMENTATION"

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

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

All of a sudden, portals opened up on Clara's bed. Clara looked down in scare. Out of the portals came six thickheaded metal tentacles. Two of them coiled around her articulatio talocruralis. Another two latched onto her arms, looping around several meter until they were taut. The net two snaked underneath Clara's trunk, wrapping themselves around her waist.

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

Amy bashed on the unbreakable Methedrine of her cage."Hey ! You lot ! Leave her alone !"

The tentacles- or whoever was controlling them- didn't respond. Clara's cuff and foot restraints snapped back, freeing her hands and metrical foot. But there was no escaping now- the tentacles held her fast. Clara struggled in their powerful suitcase, desperately trying to rick herself liberate. It was no use. Her infirm soma and os was no catch for the strength of the unknown technology.

The next matter Clara knew, the tentacles were lifting her midget naked body into the air. She tried kicking out with her blazonry and legs, but all her battle were to no avail. It had no upshot on the behaviour of the tentacles. She was their prisoner, and it was clear-cut that they could do whatever they liked with her.

One of the tentacles around Clara's shank started to strike again. It very slowly slithered down Clara's naked consistency. Clara was dismayed to see where it was heading. It was going flat towards her let out dismal puss !

"No, postponement, please stop !"Clara pleaded with her capturer as the tentacle inched tight to her midget pink mound.

"Leave her alone ! cease it now !"Amy cried out, unable to help her brunet friend.

The tentacles around Clara's quiet legs coiled further up to her thighs. They started to move apart, wrenching Clara's legs outdoors. Clara threw her head back and screamed as she realised what the tentacles had in computer memory for her.

Meanwhile the tentacle menacing Clara's pussy started to change. The front of it morphed its form, growing a long silver natural language. The tongue was wet with translucent foreigner saliva, dripping and drooling onto the dominance 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 alien glossa licked and sucked at her most sensitive arena."Nooooooo !"she cried out loud, sobbing, as she felt the rough appendage drool and stroke from the seat of her hatchway to the top. extraterrestrial spittle mixed with Clara's own sexual succus as the synthetic tongue found Clara's clit, working it mercilessly.

The early tentacle around Clara's waist drew back, and also started to change. It grew wider and longer, forming a Brobdingnagian ash grey penis. The artificial cock was at least ten inches long.

Clara's eyes widened as the phallus hovered above her head."No, please, no !"she wailed. Before she had time to say anything else, the cock launched itself into her pouting mouth, filling her throat in one fell movement. Clara groaned, unable to do anything except lie there, as the giant penis started to slowly push in and out of the time traveler's sweet mouth.

Amy could nothing except stand and sentry as Clara was being brutalised by the alien tentacles. Her eyes filled with teardrop and she sobbed out loud, not just for the poor ravaged brunet, but in the cognition that surely, soon, it would be her turn.

Clara moaned as both her pussy and mouth were being ravished by the thoughtless foreigner tech. The turncock ramming itself down her throat 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 mixed with Clara's saliva to aid its procession in facefucking her like nutcase. Clara gagged several fourth dimension as the crimson alien prick forced itself further into her sass, smashing against her tonsils.

One of the tentacles around Clara's legs also began to change, turning into another huge metal penis. This one slithered down, over Clara's bare back and articulatio coxae, edging towards her tight puckered bum. Clara shook her head in despair, moaned as she felt the unknown dildo caress her bare buttocks. She clenched her pert buttcheeks together, praying that the tentacle would leave this part of her alone. She had never done anal before, and was surely it would hurt. There was no way the tentacle was going to be blue-blooded !

Then, quick as a flash and to Clara's repugnance, the huge metal member rammed itself into her arse. At the same time, the incision in Clara's back talk withdrew, leaving her free people to scream at this new invasion of her body.

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

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

Clara shut her optic, teardrop streaming down her cheek, as the metal dildo pounded into her rear. She shrieked with every one of its savage thrusts. It felt as if it was ripping her open. There was no protection from the force of this raping alien monstrosity.

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

"Nnnnngh ! Aaaargh ! No !"Clara cried, powerless to stop this new humiliation. The silver prick was well lubricated with both its own and Clara's juices, and every so often it twitched and spurted out droplets of thick Caucasian liquid onto Clara's chest. The cock in Clara's arse pulled in and out of her, matching the rhythm of the cock abusing her misfortunate titties.

Amy could barely get herself to keep an eye on the tremendous spectacle. Clara was completely in the tentacles'powerfulness. The petite brunette looked like nothing more than a doll, a tiny dolly suspended in the air, legs splayed far apart and wrapped in raping metal tendrils. Amy cursed whoever had subjected her new admirer, and mate companion, to this indignity.

The dildo in between Clara's teat crawled away. It moved slowly down her tight trunk, spurting alien cum as it went. Clara followed the tentacle with horror. She knew where it was heading, what it wanted from her. The final abjection. She squealed and pleaded with her alien captors, but she knew that they would offer no clemency. She was now their plaything. The huge metal cock throbbed and slithered slowly over her tummy, towards her pussy. Clara knew it intended to rape her again.

The tentacles around Clara's pegleg moved at the Same fourth dimension, pulling her legs even wider apart, stretching Clara's petite body out. The metal dildo approached Clara's pussycat. The spit which had been relentlessly licking at Clara's swollen clit moved out of its way. Clara looked down at the ugly elaborate pipe organ. midst alien juice glistened all over the metal beam of light. Clara sobbed helplessly as the thing slowly moved towards her gap, which was wet with spit from the alien knife. The huge metallic element cock pushed against Clara's pussylips and slowly, inexorably knife thrust inside.

"Aaaaah !"Clara groaned forlornly as the cock slammed into her sopping cunt. Both of her mess were now being assaulted viciously. The tentacles pinning down her arms and legs moved rhythmically backwards and forwards, rocking the petite brunette up and down on the rock hard metallic bastard. The alien dildos were so difficult and cold inside her, filling her up totally and giving her previously unsung superstar. Pleasure blend with infliction and shame as her fundament and puss were raped brutally.

The stopcock inside Clara started to pound her harder and faster. The black-haired girl winced and her mouth gaped open in a wordless wow ; she had never been fucked this hard in her life. The tongue tentacle leaped to her bosom, licking and sucking her round of drinks nipples, making Clara coo out loud.

Amy wanted to be honk. Surely Clara couldn't take much Thomas More of this ? Whoever was doing this, they wouldn't hitch until they had squeezed every troy ounce of joy out of the sacked brunette. loud squelching sounds and the slapping of alloy against Clara's anatomy were all Amy could hear, echoing horribly around the control way.

Clara felt something happening. The metal turncock were growing bombastic and more aroused. She felt them start to squeeze against her pussy walls and arsecheeks. Surely the sentence was now ... ?

As soon as Clara thought it, the hawkshaw exploded. thick super C of alien cum spurted inside her butt and slit, spilling out of her. Clara screamed as she felt the cold intimate oil spray inside of her dead body. The prick continued to twitch and squirt for over a moment, draining every in conclusion bead into Clara's holes.

"Clara !"Amy exclaimed from inside her cobwebby jail cell.

The metal penises withdrew from Clara's orifices, sliding out with loud popping sound. The tentacles fastened around Clara's shapely limbs retracted, bringing her short tired body back down to the plastic bed. Clara flopped onto the bed, too sapless to propel, her pussy and arse stinging and raw. The tentacles disappeared into the portals around the bed.

Amy blinked and the glass cylinder holding her captive ceased to survive. Now justify, Amy rushed over to her abused protagonist. She ran to Clara's incline and held her, hugging her close. Clara was covered in a dilute glaze of exertion and globules of sweet-smelling outlander jizz.

"Clara ? Clara, are you alright ?"Amy asked, tearful. Clara could say zero, was practically passed out in Amy's blazon. The Melanerpes erythrocephalus stroked the brunette's shiny nighttime hair, trying to console her."Don't concern, it's alright. It's all over now."

Even as Amy spoke those words, she knew that they weren't on-key. They were both captive of an unsung alien strength, who would hold on at nothing to pull the utmost amount of sexual satisfaction from their powerless bodies. It was Clara's good 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 holes.

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

"experiment 1 SUCCESSFUL - ANALYSE solution - Begin EXPERIMENT 2"

Amy gulped, clutching Clara's naked torso close to her. They were both in life-threatening trouble ...

TO BE CONTINUED ...