Clara slowly came to her weed. She gasped softly as cool air brushed against her skin. The petite young woman nervously opened her eyes. Where was she this fourth dimension ?

Clara was horrified to discover that she was naked again, tied down to a stale metal platform. Her hands and feet were restrained by sullen metallic element clinch built into the political platform, and her legs were spread apart in a Y-shape. Clara tried to displume her wrists and articulatio talocruralis free of the painful metal manacles, but it was no use. She was stupefy fast.

Clara looked around the elbow room she was in. It was a with child chamber, more in darkness lit than any room so far, with a twain of giant fan at either end. The fans spun menacingly, blowing cold air through the room. On the former side of the room was a metal chair. Sitting in the chairman, her wrist joint and ankles constrained the same way as Clara's, was Amy. She was naked, all apart from a curious pair of alloy panties which covered up her groin area. The panties were grey in colour, with several multi-coloured atomic number 10 brightness level built into their surface. A blackened visor had been placed over the redhead's eyes, acting as a blindfold.

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

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

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

"Bastards,"Amy spat."Can you see me ?"

"Yes, I can see you,"said Clara."I don't know what they've got in memory 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 component of the ship,"Clara replied."I'm not certainly 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 duet of alloy breeches. 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 keep her spirits up."Maybe the Doctor of the Church is going to save ..."

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

Amy's Good Book echoed through the erectile industrial chamber. All of a sudden, a full stave portal opened up in the eye of the base. Clara felt her body tense in fear- what was going to derive out of it ?

Clara nearly burst into rip when a hanker, snakelike tentacle slithered out of the gob. It was exactly the same as the tentacles which had ravished her in nominal head of Amy, back in the control elbow room. The tip of the tentacle was a lambency 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 room,"Clara said, almost sobbing."It's moving, Amy ! It wants me again !"

The tentacle approached Clara's platform, slathering its sexual juices onto the metallic element floor. Clara became hysterical, screaming and desperately trying to pull up her hand and infantry 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 headway as the invading metallic element appendage slammed through her defenceless pussy paries, forcing itself deep into the core of her muliebrity.

"Ooooooooh !"Clara moaned out loud. The artificial cock started to pluck slowly in and out of the brunette's tight slit, quickly making it wet with sexual fluid.

At the Lapplander time, Amy felt a very odd sensation. It was like something had just slue into her puss 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 imagination, but there was no dubiety about it- a tool had just entered her !

Or had it ? Amy remembered about the particular pants that Clara had said she was wearing. What if the bloomers were connected somehow to the metal tentacle currently abusing Clara ? Perhaps there was some kind of psychic contact between the two, so that whatever Clara felt, Amy felt it too.

Amy yelped as her fiery puss was violated by the vauntingly invisible penis. It filled her up instantly, thrusting itself as far as it could up her taut, grasping television channel. Her pussylips opened without resistor and clamped down hard on the monstrous psychical woodpecker.

Meanwhile Clara was suffering the real affair. The vast ten inch cock pushed deeply into her soak clunge and then retracted, pulling out almost to the top. Then it slowly pushed back into her again, repeating the cycle per second over and over again while maintaining a stiff swiftness and rhythm.

For the first fourth dimension since she had been brought here, Clara was starting to palpate a modicum of pleasure. The way the dick was fucking her reminded her of Danny garden pink's technique. Like Danny, the cock was a ho-hum but passionate devotee, more concerned with giving her pleasure than any moment gratification for itself. The cock seemed to be intimate where her most sensitive sphere were, and it scraped and rubbed against them constantly, making Clara flush with fervour. The petite brunette bucked her coxa, grinding her pussycat forwards to touch the throbbing alloy 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 putz as deep as she could inside of her flaming, juicy snatch. Amy moaned and groaned, imagining in her mind how Clara would look with a tiresome hard cock inside her. If only she could take the darn visor off ...

Clara felt her nipples grow hard and her human knee start to tremble, and she knew it would soon be clock time. She was going to cum. She bit her lip, trying to continue the dissonance from reaching the ears of her captors, but she knew it was a pointless gesture. This was going to be the low time she had orgasmed in over a year, ever since Danny had died. She still remembered their final dark together, when he had kissed her so romantically, and she had opened her legs for him, gladly taking his huge fateful rod into her. The thinking of the steamy Nox they had shared was enough to nearly send her over the boundary. The robotic penis continued to powerfully squeeze into Clara's moist cunny, which was by now soaked with her glistening pussy juice. A duad more jab and Clara could feel it building up inside of her. It was like a volcano waiting to burst. She couldn't hold it any longer. It was coming, any second now, any second ...

Clara came. The young girl shrieked as her solid body tensed and waves of pure pleasure washed all over her. The most intense orgasm Clara had ever felt in her life rocked her from principal to toe. Her limbs tensed and her metal bonds bit into her articulatio radiocarpea and ankle. Tingling sensations, like midget snowflake falling on her naked flesh, ran up and down her branch. Clara blushed as she felt small-scale small fry of cum nebulizer out of her ridiculously aroused pussy, coating the stranger penis.

"Aaaaaah ... aaaaaaaaaaah ... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah !"Clara screamed, her part echoing around her new prison cell.

At the Sami time, locked into feeling whatever Clara was feeling, Amy came too. The red-header opened her rima oris, breathing heavily, as an unexpected orgasm suddenly took wait of her consciousness. Amy wriggled and writhed in her posterior, her bound body overtaken by a surging, swelling feeling of sexual bliss. Her red pussy became sleek with juices and her nipples hardened in the cool air of her unknown prison. Amy felt the invisible rooster twinge several times in her fiery cunt before it disappeared completely, and how Amy wished it had been a rattling prick, fucking her just as it had fucked Clara ...

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

There was a loud squelching sound as the metallic element tentacle speedily withdrew from Clara's twat. It coiled backwards until it had vanished into the maw in the floor. Then the hole closed over it, locking into place with a heavy click.

Both Amy and Clara were exhausted again. The two captive young woman said nil to each other. They almost didn't want to fluff the moment, the first bit of pleasure either of them had received since they had been brought onboard the foeman starship. The redhead and the brunet reclined in their chairs, well-chosen and message after a very fulfill academic term of lovemaking. The only sounds either of them could discover was the whirring of the fan and the gentle drip mold of their cum falling from their pussies onto the prison's metallic element floor.

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

TO BE CONTINUED ...