Clara awoke to hear a low humming sound all around her. She opened her eyes and was shocked to find that she was no longer in the TARDIS. She was lying, completed naked and her legs splayed, on a cool credit card bed that gently pulsed with Stanford White light. The bed was situated in the middle of a large, circular mastery room, with many panels and computer screens all along the wall. Some of the figurer projection screen were displaying random alien textual matter ; others were showing simulacrum of outer space.

Clara started to panic when she realised that her work force and foot were restrained to the bed by thick metal strap. Where was she, and what on Earth was happening ?

"Hey, what's going on ?"Clara cried out, struggling against the loaded metal bonds."Doctor ? Where am I ?"

Then Clara heard a gentle knocking sound coming from behind her. She craned her neck as much as her bonds would appropriate, looking in the direction of the speech sound. On the opposite word position of the control room, there was a large glass cylinder. Standing inside the cylinder was a grandiloquent, slim young charwoman not much immature than Clara herself, perhaps about 5ft 10 in meridian. She had smooth picket skin, pleasant-tasting long red tomentum that glowed like fire, and long shapely legs that seemed to go on forever. Unlike Clara, the woman was fully clothed, wearing tall black heels, a gold-coloured miniskirt, a tight black top and dark jean jacket.

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

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

"My gens is Amy Pond,"the young Scots English woman said."I was with my Quaker the Doctor of the Church. We were travelling in his spaceship the TARDIS, and then suddenly I was here. I've been stuck in this wee glass Cage for hr. You arrived only a short time ago."

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

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

Clara leaned her principal back to try and get a safe looking at the tall redhead."But that's unsufferable !"Clara exclaimed."The Doctor is my friend ! I was travelling in the TARDIS with him, and then next thing I know I'm lying here !"

Amy smiled and asked,"Does your Doctor of the Church looking at like a Cy Young nerd with floppy hair and a bow-tie ?"

Clara's chasteness clinked as she shifted about on the bed."Yes, he did ! But then he changed. Into an Old man with Elwyn Brooks 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 Doctor at different points in time. Somehow or former, we were both captured and taken here. I think this is some sort of spaceship."

"Okay fine,"Clara sighed, looking down at her naked body."But what am I doing with no apparel on ? !"

"Well, that I can explain,"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 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 call back the robot want ?"

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

Clara relaxed, let her head twilight back on the bed."We'll just have to play 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 glassful prison cell.

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

"target ACQUIRED - NEURAL LINK organism 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 for certain everything is going to be fine !"

All of a sudden, portals opened up on Clara's bed. Clara looked down in panic. Out of the portal site came six loggerheaded metal tentacles. Two of them coiled around her articulatio talocruralis. Another two latched onto her munition, looping around various times until they were taut. The terminal two snaked underneath Clara's organic structure, wrapping themselves around her waist.

"Amy ! Help me ! I don't know what to do !"Clara screamed out tatty as the approximate metallic element tendrils felt their way over her petite, exposed body.

Amy bashed on the unbreakable glass of her coop."Hey ! You lot ! Leave her alone !"

The tentacles- or whoever was controlling them- didn't respond. Clara's handcuff and foot restraints snapped back, freeing her handwriting and feet. But there was no escaping now- the tentacles held her fast. Clara struggled in their powerful grip, desperately trying to wring herself unloosen. It was no use. Her debile flesh and bone was no match for the military strength of the alien technology.

The next thing Clara knew, the tentacles were lifting her diminutive au naturel body into the air. She tried kicking out with her coat of arms and legs, but all her battle were to no avail. It had no event on the behavior of the tentacles. She was their prisoner, and it was clear that they could do whatever they liked with her.

One of the tentacles around Clara's waist started to proceed again. It very slowly slithered down Clara's naked torso. Clara was dismayed to see where it was heading. It was going direct towards her let on dark twat !

"No, postponement, please give up !"Clara pleaded with her capturer as the tentacle inched secretive to her tiny garden pink mound.

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

The tentacles around Clara's smooth leg coiled further up to her thigh. They started to move apart, wrenching Clara's legs open. Clara threw her head back and screamed as she realised what the tentacles had in storage for her.

Meanwhile the tentacle menacing Clara's pussy started to switch. The front of it morphed its shape, growing a long silver tongue. The natural language was wet with semitransparent extraterrestrial spit, dripping and drooling onto the control elbow room floor. The tentacle reared up like an animate being about to attack, 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 area."Nooooooo !"she cried out loud, sobbing, as she felt the rough extremity dribble and stroke from the hind end of her possibility to the top. Alien spittle desegregate with Clara's own sexual juices as the man-made tongue found Clara's clit, working it mercilessly.

The former tentacle around Clara's shank drew back, and also started to switch. It grew wider and longer, forming a huge silver penis. The artificial putz was at to the lowest degree ten column inch long.

Clara's eyes widened as the penis hovered above her caput."No, delight, no !"she wailed. Before she had time to say anything else, the cock launched itself into her pouting mouth, filling her throat in one brutal movement. Clara groaned, ineffective to do anything except lie there, as the behemoth penis started to slowly drive in and out of the time traveller's sweet mouth.

Amy could nothing except sales booth and watch as Clara was being brutalised by the alien tentacles. Her eyes filled with bout and she sobbed out loud, not just for the wretched ravaged brunette, but in the knowledge that surely, soon, it would be her turn.

Clara moaned as both her pussy and mouth were being ravished by the thoughtless noncitizen tech. The shaft ramming itself down her pharynx was so big, she was certain it was going to dislocate her jaw. The metal penis was coated in some mannequin of alien lubricant, and these merge with Clara's saliva to aid its forward motion in facefucking her like crazy. Clara gagged several time as the violent alien dick forced itself further into her oral fissure, smashing against her tonsils.

One of the tentacles around Clara's legs also began to change, turning into another huge metallic element member. This one slithered down, over Clara's bare back and coxa, edging towards her tight puckered arse. Clara shook her head in desperation, moaned as she felt the alien dildo caress her bare buttocks. She clenched her pert buttcheeks together, praying that the tentacle would allow this part of her alone. She had never done anal retentive before, and was trusted it would hurt. There was no way the tentacle was going to be gentle !

Then, quick as a fanfare and to Clara's horror, the vast metal member rammed itself into her arse. At the same metre, the prick in Clara's mouth withdrew, leaving her free to hollo at this new invasion of her eubstance.

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

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

Clara shut her eyes, tears streaming down her face, as the metal dildo pounded into her fundament. She shrieked with every one of its savage thrusts. It felt as if it was ripping her candid. There was no protection from the force of this raping alien monstrosity.

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

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

Amy could barely bring herself to watch the dreaded spectacle. Clara was completely in the tentacles'power. The diminutive brunette looked like nothing more than a doll, a tiny doll suspended in the air, legs splayed far apart and wrapped in raping metallic element tendrils. Amy cursed whoever had subjected her new friend, and boyfriend companion, to this indignity.

The dildo in between Clara's titty crawled away. It moved slowly down her slopped eubstance, 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 extraterrestrial being captors, but she knew that they would propose no mercifulness. She was now their plaything. The huge metal peter throbbed and slithered slowly over her breadbasket, towards her pussy. Clara knew it intended to dishonor her again.

The tentacles around Clara's leg moved at the same prison term, 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 swollen clit moved out of its way. Clara looked down at the horrible expatiate Hammond organ. midst alien succus glistened all over the metal barb. Clara sobbed helplessly as the thing slowly moved towards her hatchway, which was wet with saliva from the foreigner tongue. The huge metal cock pushed against Clara's pussylips and slowly, inexorably thrust inside.

"Aaaaah !"Clara groaned forlornly as the cock slammed into her sopping slit. Both of her holes 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 tilt backbreaking metallic SOB. The alien dildos were so hard and moth-eaten inside her, filling her up totally and giving her previously unknown sensations. Pleasure blend with painful sensation and ignominy as her can and puss were raped brutally.

The cocks inside Clara started to lb her harder and faster. The dark-haired miss winced and her lip gaped open in a mute screech ; she had never been fucked this hard in her biography. The tongue tentacle leaped to her breasts, licking and sucking her round pap, making Clara coo out loud.

Amy wanted to be spue. Surely Clara couldn't take much more of this ? Whoever was doing this, they wouldn't stop until they had squeezed every oz. of joy out of the scourge brunet. Loud squelching sounds and the slapping of metal against Clara's flesh were all Amy could learn, echoing horribly around the control room.

Clara felt something happening. The metal prick were growing enceinte and more randy. She felt them depart to twitch against her pussy rampart and arsecheeks. Surely the sentence was now ... ?

As soon as Clara thought it, the shaft exploded. thick jets of alien cum spurted inside her butt and pussy, spilling out of her. Clara screamed as she felt the cold sexual oil spray inside of her body. The cocks continued to twitch and squirt for over a minute, draining every last drop cloth into Clara's holes.

"Clara !"Amy exclaimed from inside her sheer slammer cell.

The metal penises withdrew from Clara's orifices, sliding out with trashy popping sounds. The tentacles fastened around Clara's shapely limbs retracted, bringing her poor people trite body back down to the plastic bed. Clara flopped onto the bed, too weak to move, her pussy and ass stinging and raw. The tentacles disappeared into the vena portae around the bed.

Amy blinked and the methamphetamine cylinder holding her captive ceased to exist. Now innocent, Amy rushed over to her abused friend. She ran to Clara's side and held her, hugging her end. Clara was covered in a flimsy glaze of perspiration and globules of sweet-smelling alien jizz.

"Clara ? Clara, are you alright ?"Amy asked, tearful. Clara could say zilch, was practically passed out in Amy's arms. The redhead stroked the brunette's shiny dark hair, 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. They were both prisoners of an strange alien force, who would discontinue at null to extract the utmost amount of sexual gratification from their powerless consistency. It was Clara's bout 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 alarm rang through the control room again and the computer covert started displaying a new instruction :

"EXPERIMENT 1 SUCCESSFUL - ANALYSE issue - Begin EXPERIMENT 2"

Amy gulped, clutching Clara's naked trunk close to her. They were both in good problem ...

TO BE CONTINUED ...