Amy Pond held Clara Lee Harvey Oswald tight, as a great deal for her own comfort as for Clara's. The brunette, having just been subjected to a vicious sexual Assault, was passed out in Amy's weapon. Clara's physical structure was warm and wet, her embrown hair messed up and stuck to her face.

Amy looked up at the computer screens situated all around the ascendence room. They were displaying a subject matter to"BEGIN EXPERIMENT 2 ”. Amy knew that Clara and herself would be the subjects of this experiment. What on earth was going to fall out to them ?

Suddenly pale yellow-bellied gas started to meet the control room. Amy yelped and desperately looked around for an escape itinerary. To her dismay, there was no way out. The gas engulfed Amy and almost instantly she started to black out. She grasped at the air and sank to the ground, coughing and choking. Within a few seconds, her eye closed and her humans was plunged into wickedness ...

*

Amy awoke to get hold herself lying on a comfortable bed in a white, bright elbow room. The bed sheets she was lying on were light-headed, warm and downlike, and she felt extremely easy. She looked down at her organic structure. The clothes she had been wearing were gone, replaced by something altogether more disclosure. She had been squeezed into a pissed white nightgown which came halfway down her slim, pale thighs. The nightgown was clearly several size of it too small for her, and it pushed her breasts up, making them look orotund than they actually were. All of Amy's underwear had been removed ; she was completely naked under the nightgown. The garment had a translucent quality and Amy could see the lowly pink pitcher's mound of her nipples and the dappled orangeness hairsbreadth of her shrub seeable under the thin fabric.

Amy looked around the small way. There were two beds next to each other, and two dressing board on either side of the beds. cupboard and figurer screens lined the rampart. Amy noticed there were four cameras setup in each corner of the room. Clearly, she was being watched. She coyly covered her breasts and kitty-cat with her custody, didn't want whoever had captured her to see too much ... yet.

Amy saw that Clara was sitting at one of the salad dressing board. The brunette was combing her hair and staring into a mirror. Clara was also wearing a soaked white night-robe made of very slender material. Her private sphere were similarly seeable through the cloth.

Now that Amy was close to Clara than she had been in the mastery way, the redhead was able-bodied to take a crap out the brunet's features Thomas More clearly. Clara was certainly a very pretty youthful woman. She had mid-length chestnut-colored hair in a fashionable manner, ruby red boldness, big brownness eyes like that of a manga character, and a pixie-like button nose. Amy was also able-bodied to see some of Clara's more intimate characteristic, thanks to the revealing nightgown. The brunet had firm supple breasts, a neatly-trimmed triangle of darkness pubic whisker, and a dainty round arse.

No doubt about it, Amy thought to herself- Clara was kinda cute.

"Clara !"Amy exclaimed."Are you alright ? Are you hurt ?"

Clara turned around in her seat to face Amy."I'm okay,"she replied."I'm not ache. I think they healed me somehow."

"Where are we ?"Amy asked, looking around the pocket-size, shiny bedroom.

"We must be somewhere else on the spaceship,"Clara said."I'm not sure how long we've been here. You've been asleep for 60 minutes since I woke up."

"Well, wherever we are, we know they're watching,"Amy said, nodding towards the cameras.

"Yes, I noticed them too. deviant !"Clara remarked."What do they want with us ?"

"I think we know the reply to that, Clara,"Amy said."I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

Clara shrugged."It's okay, it's not your faulting,"the petite girl said."I just like there was a way out of here. I've assay looking and there's nothing. Not even a external respiration beam ! We're trapped here, Amy, and there's zilch we can do about it. They can do anything they like with us ..."

Amy got up and put an arm around Clara's shoulder."topper not to call back about it,"Amy said soothingly."There's got to be a way out of this home. Why don't we look together ?"

Clara, who seemed like she was on the scepter of binge, sniffled and nodded her head.

The redhead helped the brunette out of her seat, and together the two imprisoned female child looked around for an loss. As soon as they had started, an invisible doorway opened up in a section of the bedroom wall. Two golem entered the room, their metallic element feet clanking on the floor. The girl cowered at the muckle of them.

The golem were magniloquent and were made of a smooth and shiny Andrew D. White material. They had two legs and four farsighted arms. On the end of each arm was a mechanical man hand. Their heads were white spheres with a computing machine CRT screen in the middle of them. The machines stalked into the way, the doorway windup behind them.

Amy and Clara held each other close."Who are you ?"Amy demanded."What do you want ?"

The robot closest to Amy raised one of his polished arm and pressed a push button on the side of it."COMMENCE RECORDING - Begin experimentation 2,"it said with a rasping electronic voice.

"time lag, experimentation 2 ?"Clara asked."What does that mean ?"

The robot near Amy said,"SUBJECT 1 - REMOVE GARMENT."

"Do you mean me ?"Amy said."Not on your biography !"

The golem pressed another button on its arm."NEURAL contact ESTABLISHED - SUBJECT 1 - REMOVE GARMENT."

Suddenly, Amy's custody jumped to the top of her nightgown. Her fingers hooked around the collar of the lose weight piece of vesture. Amy felt as if an invisible violence was controlling her body. She had no pick but to rip the slender nightgown in two.

Clara was dumbfounded."Amy, what are you doing ?"she cried out loud.

"I ... I don't know !"Amy said in jar."It's not me ! They're controlling me somehow !"

Amy squirmed and struggled against her own hands as they tore the solely thing preserving the last shadow of her modesty from her tall, slim physical structure. The shattered nightgown fell to the flooring and Amy was left standing completely naked.

Clara couldn't help but admire Amy's incredible body. The Melanerpes erythrocephalus was grandiloquent, slenderize and statuesque, the all over opposite of Clara, really. Gorgeous fiery red hair cascaded over pale shoulders. Small but shapely tit sprang out of the tear nightgown and stood erect in the room's aplomb atmosphere. Best of all were Amy's stage, which were long, trim and elegant- the pegleg of a supermodel, Clara thought. Clara wondered how much male person attention Amy had got in her life. Probably way more than her !

"COME HERE,"said Amy's robot."BEGIN PROCEDURE."

Amy's amazing legs started to carry her across the elbow room, entirely against her will. She stopped in front man of the robot and knelt down on the story. Her drumhead was now level with the zombie's crotch. A hatch opened in the automaton's jetty and a huge White stopcock emerged from within. The member was at least ten in long, and it was already dripping with foreign fluid.

"stoppage it !"Clara exclaimed."Leave her alone !"

"Menachem Begin procedure,"repeated the robot.

Amy grimaced and said,"Please, Clara ! I can't assistance it !"

Amy gripped the alien putz with her left paw. Her hand seemed to receive a life of its own. It wasn't obeying Amy any more ; it was obeying the whims and program line of this perverted motorcar. Amy started to stroke and get out on the foreigner shaft, which grew heavily and bigger in the redhead's soft palm.

The robot nearest to Clara advanced on the misfortunate lapidify brunette. Even as Clara shook her head in disbelief, it too raised one of its arms and activated the switch which would control her body.

"NEURAL contact ESTABLISHED,"said Clara's automaton."dependent 2 - LIE DOWN ON THE BED."

"No, no !"Clara pleaded. But it was no use. Her body was under complete ascendence. The robot could get her do anything it liked. Clara fought against it with all of her will, but she found herself lying back on her bed, her sheer nightgown riding up to her thighs.

"spread head YOUR pegleg,"commanded the robot.

Clara screamed as her back arched and her legs snapped open. She couldn't believe it was happening again, and this time in the cruellest way possible. Her own dead body was working against her, offering no resistance to the extraterrestrial being fiend who intended to rape her.

Clara's robot pounced onto the bed, was on top of Clara in mo. Two of its arms grabbed hold of Clara's legs and roughly pulled them up into the air. A tertiary arm moved down towards the restrained brunette. A hook flicked out of one of its fingers and it slashed the hook across Clara's nightgown. The garment was ripped in two, exposing Clara's twee body.

Clara shrieked,"No, please no ! Amyyyyy ! aid meeeeeee !"

But Amy was enduring her own trial by ordeal. She was officious wanking off the alien robot, pumping her fist up and down its metal cock. Every so often ropes of alien cum spurted out of the cockhead, drenching her pale feminine fingers in its sticky substance.

The robot looked down at Amy with its computer foreland."ENGAGE MOUTH,"it said.

Amy groaned as she let go of the squirting cock and opened her mouth wide-eyed. The robot took hold of Amy's head and pulled the redhead towards its huge metal schlong. Before Amy had any meter to say or do anything, the wet dripping extremity was jammed harshly into her sass. The ginger stunner gagged as she, quite against her will, started to bob her head up and down on the rock surd hokey member.

Meanwhile, Clara was being organize for her Brassica napus. The golem pinning her down moved into position, straddling the lilliputian young lady. As Clara lay there, squealing for release, a hatch opened in the midsection of the creature's hips. A vast white turncock sprang out of the opening. The robot brought itself down, putting all of its considerable weightiness on Clara. The bantam damsel was crushed down into the soft bed sheets. Clara hollered out trashy one net fourth dimension as the robot's massive rooster entered her slick pussy, parting her pussylips with ease.

"Aaaaaaaargh ! No, delight don't rape meeeeeeeee !"Clara screamed to high heaven.

The robot said cypher, did nothing except start to thrust brutally in and out of Clara's tight honeypot. Her vagina was stretched to its fullest, the savage alien prick ramming her taut cuckoo like a daemon. Clara's metallic raper lifted its two free arms and seized hold of the brunette's bouncing breast, groping and molesting them without pity. Clara grabbed grip of the robot's arms, tried to rip them off her chest, but there was no way she could go them. Clara threw her brain back and shrieked for all she was worth, burn pain sensation erupting from her pussy as the robot pounded it viciously.

On the other side of meat of the room, Amy had nearly finished fellating her robot. The alien's sexual oil was being released by Amy's extraordinary proficiency. The gorgeous ginger goddess flicked her tongue over the bulbous head of the cock, sucking and licking at it like a whore. Amy felt ashamed ; she had zero command over what was happening, and yet, and yet ... deep inside her, she was starting to enjoy it. She had always enjoyed sucking off Rory, and if she concentrated really grueling, she could just pretend she was pleasuring her husband, not this raping alien bastard.

"full stop,"ordered Amy's automaton."CLIMB ONTO THE BED."

Amy stopped sucking and removed her oral sex from the robot's hard motherfucker. foresightful strings of extraterrestrial cum spilled out of Amy's confection back talk, dribbling down her Kuki-Chin onto her chest. She turned away from the robot and crawled across the floor on all fours, like a dog. The red-header climbed onto the bed and stuck her picket turn arse into the air, presenting it to her robot like a trophy.

"No, wait !"Amy begged."What are you gon na do ..."

Amy never had a chance to finish her condemnation, as the robot positioned itself in social movement of Amy's puckered asshole. Without warning it shove forwards with all of its strength. The red-haired girl howled out loud, the robot burying its mighty turncock into her seat.

"Nnnnnrgh ! Aaaaaargh ! Nooooo !"Amy cried. The robot didn't listen, continued to abuse the prison term traveller's can with his intemperately metal member.

Clara looked over to Amy's head, was sickened to see that her friend was now being raped too."Amyyyyyyyy !"the brunette cried out.

"Claraaaaaaa !"Amy responded, before a match of awful knife thrust forced a scream from the Aythya americana's mouth."Owwwwwww no it hurts !"

Amy's robot roughly took hold of her slender rose hip, started to push the carrottop down onto its dripping alloy dick. With another of its bridge player, it grabbed hold of Amy's voluptuous, flaming-red hair and pulled on it, forcing her head up. Amy groaned and grunted as she realised she was now the robot's intimate slave.

Clara closed her eyes, tried to suppose that she was anywhere else. She desperately wanted to block out the fact that she, Clara Oswald, intrepid traveller in clock time and space, was now nix more than a tiny lilliputian fuckdoll, a slave to this potent alloy golem and its raping whimsy. She prayed that any moment now, the Doctor would burst through the door and save both of the miss from any foster harm.

All of Clara's wishes couldn't change the grim world of her site, however. She was prone, pinned down, with the self-aggrandising peter her pussy had ever taken ramming her over and over again. The bother and shame she was feeling was ineffable. Not only was she being raped brutally, but her disgust trial by ordeal was being recorded by the cameras situated in all four corners of the way. She could only wonder what use the tape of her and Amy's intrusion was going to be put to ...

On her bed, Amy was feeling intense sense as the ten inch robo-penis plundered her tight ring. Suddenly, she felt something enter her pussy. Something cold and electronic, buzzing inside her taut red scratch. She looked over her shoulder and saw that her robot had plunged one of its long finger's breadth into her cunt. It was moving the dastardly digit backwards and forwards, making Amy's hole out wet with juices. The finger hummed and throbbed inside Amy's ginger slash like one of the many vibrators she had used back on solid ground. Amy threw her head up and screeched like a banshee. She wriggled her hips back onto the invading pipe organ, increasing the pleasure she was feeling.

Both of the raping robots said at once,"CLIMAX approach - PREPARE FOR ejaculation ”.

Amy and Clara moaned as the moment approached. They could feel the cocks inside them growing thicker and trickster. Clara did nothing except lay there, her legs dislocate blanket, the robot working his rooster deeper and deeper into her ravaged woman. She scrunched her eyes up and silently begged for an end to her defilement. Amy interim was actively working to get the robot off, jerking her articulatio coxae up and down on the automaton's punishing rod. She wanted the abuse to end and she thought that maybe, if she increased the golem's joy, she could stool it end quicker.

"EXPERIMENT CONCLUDED - COMMENCE EJACULATION,"said the robots.

At once the molesting machines pulled their squirting cock out of the misfortunate enthral young woman. Amy's golem callously threw the redhead onto her binding, aiming its synthetic schlong over her sweet beatific face. Clara's robot retracted its member from the brunette's dripping snatch and hurtle it into her font. Both cocks erupted at the same time, spraying Amy and Clara with what felt like gallons of sizzling foreign cum. The break girls were absolutely drenched in load after vile load of boneheaded white jism. Their faces, hair and tits became completely soaked in the repellent gook, which stuck to their naked raped body like gum.

Clara coughed and spluttered through this final abasement, raising her paw to try and wipe the revolting juice from her face and whisker. Amy, hoping that maximising the robot's expiation might help oneself her in some way, deliberately opened her mouth and flicked her pinko tongue out, licking up and swallowing as much of the cum as she could.

When the rapist robots had finished discharging over their victims, they stood up in unison and said,"experiment CONCLUDED. EJACULATION SUCCESSFUL. WITHDRAW AND PREPARE experiment 3."

Neither Amy nor Clara heard them, or saw them leave the room. Both of the fille were completely exhausted, au naturel, spread-eagled over their beds, covered in slimy, syrupy ribbons of cum. They had both survived Experiment 2- barely. And still they were at the clemency of whichever unknown force had abducted them.

The four cameras in the sleeping room scanned the aftermath of Amy and Clara's belated trial by ordeal. Their lens system blinked and zoomed in on the unconscious girls.

Somewhere else in the universe, a large dark material body was watching a screen which displayed the very Lapp image. Two beautiful fille, one a marvellous refined redhead, the other a cute petite brunette, having just been tormented and violated in the most criminal way possible.

The figure licked his sassing with luxuria ...

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