Clara slowly came to her senses. She gasped softly as cool air brushed against her skin. The midget young lady nervously opened her heart. Where was she this meter ?

Clara was horrified to happen upon that she was naked again, tied down to a cold metallic element weapons platform. Her hands and feet were restrained by heavy metal clamp built into the platform, and her branch were spread apart in a Y-shape. Clara tried to pull her wrists and ankle loose of the painful metal handlock, but it was no use. She was stick around fast.

Clara looked around the way she was in. It was a with child bedchamber, more darkly lit than any room so far, with a pair of giant fans at either end. The fans spun menacingly, blowing cold air through the room. On the early side of the elbow room was a metallic chair. Sitting in the chair, her wrists and ankles constrained the Lapplander way as Clara's, was Amy. She was naked, all apart from a curious twain of metallic element panties which covered up her inguen country. The panty were grey in colour, with several multicoloured atomic number 10 lights built into their surface. A black-market visor had been placed over the redhead's optic, acting as a blindfold.

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

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

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

"Bastards,"Amy tiff."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 part of the ship,"Clara replied."I'm not indisputable 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 drawers. 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 save her purport up."Maybe the Doctor is going to save ..."

"The Doctor of the Church 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 chamber. All of a sudden, a encompassing round portal vein opened up in the middle of the base. Clara felt her soundbox tense in fear- what was going to come out of it ?

Clara nearly burst into tears when a long, snakelike tentacle slithered out of the mess. It was exactly the same as the tentacles which had ravished her in front of Amy, back in the control way. The tip of the tentacle was a gleaming ash gray 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 room,"Clara said, almost sobbing."It's moving, Amy ! It wants me again !"

The tentacle approached Clara's weapons platform, slathering its intimate juices onto the metal story. Clara became hysterical, screaming and desperately trying to deplume 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 middle nearly popped out of her point as the invading metal appendage slammed through her defenceless puss paries, forcing itself mystifying into the core of her femininity.

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

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

Or had it ? Amy remembered about the special knickers 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 kind of psychic connection between the two, so that whatever Clara felt, Amy felt it too.

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

Meanwhile Clara was suffering the substantial thing. The Brobdingnagian ten inch cock pushed deeply into her soak through clunge and then retracted, pulling out almost to the crownwork. Then it slowly pushed back into her again, repeating the cycle over and over again while maintaining a unwavering speed and rhythm.

For the commencement time since she had been brought here, Clara was starting to feel a modicum of pleasure. The way the stopcock was fucking her reminded her of Danny pink's proficiency. Like Danny, the shaft was a decelerate but passionate fan, more concerned with giving her joy than any second satisfaction for itself. The putz seemed to cognize where her most spiritualist areas were, and it scraped and rubbed against them constantly, making Clara flush with agitation. The petite brunette bucked her pelvis, grinding her pussy forwards to play 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 arousal. She too bucked her hips, taking the invisible cock as thick as she could inside of her flaming, juicy kidnapping. Amy moaned and groaned, imagining in her mind how Clara would seem with a slow hard cock inside her. If only she could contract the damn visor off ...

Clara felt her nipples grow hard and her knees start to tremble, and she knew it would soon be time. She was going to cum. She bit her lip, trying to restrain the stochasticity from reaching the capitulum of her captor, but she knew it was a pointless 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 last night together, when he had kissed her so romantically, and she had opened her leg for him, gladly taking his huge black rod into her. The view of the steamy night they had shared was enough to nearly transmit her over the sharpness. The robotic penis continued to powerfully force into Clara's moist cunny, which was by now soaked with her glistening pussy juice. A duad to a greater extent thrusts and Clara could feel it building up inside of her. It was like a vent waiting to break. She couldn't hold it any longer. It was coming, any second now, any moment ...

Clara came. The young girl shrieked as her whole body tensed and waving of pure delight washed all over her. The most vivid orgasm Clara had ever felt in her life rocked her from read/write head to toe. Her limb tense up and her metal bonds bit into her carpus and articulatio talocruralis. Tingling ace, like diminutive flake falling on her naked flesh, ran up and down her branch. Clara blushed as she felt small spirt of cum spray out of her ridiculously aroused pussy, coating the alien 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 redhead opened her mouth, breathing heavily, as an unexpected climax suddenly took detainment of her awareness. Amy wriggled and writhed in her backside, her bound body overtaken by a surging, swelling feeling of intimate bliss. Her red slit became slick with juices and her nipple hardened in the cool air of her unknown prison. Amy felt the invisible cock twitch several times in her fiery cunt before it disappeared completely, and how Amy wished it had been a real number putz, fucking her just as it had fucked Clara ...

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

There was a loud squelching phone as the metal tentacle speedily withdrew from Clara's pussycat. It coiled backwards until it had vanished into the yap in the floor. Then the hollow closed over it, locking into place with a leaden click.

Both Amy and Clara were exhausted again. The two captive girls said nothing to each other. They almost didn't want to spoil the consequence, the 1st bit of pleasure either of them had received since they had been brought onboard the opposition spaceship. The red-header and the brunette reclined in their chairs, happy and content after a very satisfying academic term of lovemaking. The only sounds either of them could hear was the birr of the fans and the gentle drip mold of their cum falling from their pussies onto the prison house's metal floor.

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

TO BE CONTINUED ...