Space Pilot - Part 2

It has a bird-like head, like a vulture, because it is hairless or feathered. It's more like a dead bird's skull, the skin stretching like thin parchment over the bones and an unhealthy gray color. This skull sits on a skinny bony neck that disappears into a robe reminiscent of a poncho.

From the sleeves, which reach to the middle of the forearms, look thin arms that end in long, claw-shaped, four-fingered hands. The creature wears cords around its ankles that hold wooden soles under its feet. All in all, the creature looks like it stepped out of a nightmare. It waves and motions for the two to approach.

The pilot, suddenly embarrassingly aware of her nakedness, crouches behind Verne in the deep grass and looks at the creature. Verne cautiously approaches the creature. When he's only a step away from the creature, it raises its hands and holds them out to him, palms up. Verne does the same.

Then the being grabs Verne's hands and suddenly Verne staggered. He yanks his hands back and looks at the creature in horror. He seems to have disturbed the creature with his reaction, which takes a step back. Then it raises its hands again.

Verne takes a deep breath, then raises his hands and takes the creature's. After a few seconds, the creature lowers its arms and pulls Verne with it. The pilot saw all this and was worried. She gets up and follows the two, who disappear behind a boulder.

As she circles the boulder, she sees a small camp that has been set up in front of a small cave, protected from wind and weather.

A wagon like from the Middle Ages of the earth's history stands next to it. It's made of an indefinable material, a simple box on wheels that gives off a strange smell. In front of it is a fireplace and next to it a place to sleep made of blankets and sacks, which probably represent a kind of mattress. The most surprising, however, is a ring in the rock face with a chain attached.

This chain leads to a woman's neck. A human woman. A nearly naked human woman. The pilot doesn't think she's looking properly.

There lies a half-naked woman on the bare floor. On closer inspection, however, the pilot notices that the woman's skin is a light shade of green, while her hair is more of a black-purple hue. She slowly approaches the woman. She wears a kind of armor made of a material reminiscent of leather.

It has leather straps above and below the knees. As she slowly straightens up, the pilot can see that the breasts of the woman are spared by the armor. She has medium sized breasts that sag down. Metallic flashing objects can be seen on the nipples.

Cords are attached to the armor, which lead from the shoulders through rings to the legs. Apart from this armour, the woman wears nothing. Involuntarily, the pilot's gaze wanders between the woman's legs.

There she can discover a dense bush of hair that must have once been black. Now it's grey-brown from dirt and looks just as matted as the woman's long hair on her head.

The pilot cannot estimate how old the woman is, as the other looks too emaciated and sickly. Verne goes to the woman and kneels down next to her. Then he puts a hand on her forehead and looks at her face. "She has a fever and is malnourished," he says to the pilot. Then he detaches one of the hand-made water hoses from his belt and gives the woman something to drink.

She drinks so greedily that she chokes and promptly throws up. Verne only gives her small sips afterwards. Then he takes a ration and gives it to the woman. She smells the dry substance and after Verne forces her, she eats it all.

Finally, Verne gives her a pill that she had to wash down with water.

The creature stood silently and watched everything. When she sees that Verne is done, she walks up to him and shakes his hand. Verne grabs it and staggers back and forth for a moment, then the being lets go of him. Verne turns to the pilot.

"It's strange, but this being communicates with me through telepathy. However, these are images that I receive and have to interpret. It's difficult to understand everything,” he tells her. "What did he say to you as a greeting?" she asks.

"He asked for help. I didn't get everything because I was too surprised, but that was the bulk of the message. He thinks I'm some kind of farmer or hunter. In any case, he wants to take me with him on the wagon if I help him harness the draft animal.” The pilot looks at him questioningly.

"We will help him, maybe we will learn something more about this world. But what about me? Do you want me to walk along?” “Well, that's…er…the problem, pilot. The draft animal should be...uh...you...uh...be!” he stutters in response.

She takes a step back and looks at him in disbelief. She must have misheard.. "What?" she asks, amazed. Verne looks at her and nods.

So she understood correctly. "Ask him again if you understood that correctly?" she says. Verne goes back to the creature and offers him a hand. The being grabs her and both face each other for a while.

he pilot, forgetting her embarrassing nudity, has stepped closer. Verne lets go of the being's hand and explains to her. “He is a breeder of some animal. I think moths or something.

He was on the road to find new animals for his breeding. To do this, he collects the eggs of these animals and stows them in the wagon. It's warm but dark there. But the eggs still need something to mature, which I didn't understand.

If they're warm and dark they won't die or rot, but they won't develop any further either, giving him time to take them home.” He pointed to the woman on the ground, who looked up anxiously. “Unfortunately, she fell ill and was too weak to pull the wagon. His spoils are valuable and the new animals would bring him a lot of money. Since he saw me taking care of his 'draft animal', he thinks I'm a farmer, shepherd or hunter who wants to go to the market to sell his animal.

"He wants to buy you from me!” Verne has to grin at the last sentence.

The pilot doesn't feel like grinning. She can hardly believe what she is hearing. You and the woman aren't cattle or horses to be tied to a cart. "Let me talk to him for a moment. Does he think I'm an animal?” Anger surges up in her. "Indeed he thinks so. These beings believe there are two intelligent species of beings on this planet. Herself and men, human, as well as me.” She looked at him, puzzled.

Verne goes on to explain. "You cannot understand that male and female belong to the same species. The differences are too big for them. Their own race is not so different in sexes from each other.

Also, a different social system seems to prevail here than on Earth. Men live in loose village associations led by a chief. Women live in settled villages in the plains and by the lakes in the hinterland, if I understand that correctly.” “You're kidding me, aren't you, Verne? It's impossible for you to have learned all that from him, not in such a short amount of time.', she interrupts him. "Yes, please believe me, pilot.

This telepathic communication is incredibly efficient. Uh, where was I...oh yes. Well, at certain times, men and women meet. Now I'm dependent on assumptions, because his own idea is more than strange.

He has not seen it himself, but knows most of it only from travel reports and 'oral' traditions. I think there's some kind of struggle going on.

Not a deadly, but a ritual fight, so that a strong, healthy man captures a strong, healthy woman. These then move away for a longer period of time, the creature does not know why. Then they separate again.

The women return to the village, some alone, others with little female humans. You don't know what's going on with the men.” The pilot examines the being. She can't tell if the being knows what Verne is saying. The rigid gray face with the beak-shaped mouth does not allow any conclusions as to what the creature is thinking or feeling.

"But how do you know that?" she asks Verne. He turns to the creature and touches its hands, then after releasing it says, "You have researchers who have observed such rituals. But since the men and women are disappearing and none of them have managed to follow them any further, they don't know any more either. They know less about the men than about the women because the men live in more impassable areas.

The rest was told to them by men who sell women. Don't look so shocked, pilot. It's a kind of slave trade.

These men have been rejected by their groups or tribes and are now trying to survive in this way. This has strengthened the feeling among beings that women are some kind of animal that are sometimes hunted, used as livestock and then released again.

So the beings buy women from the men, use them as livestock and after a while let them run again. Now he wants to know if I want to sell you. He says he's giving me a very good price. He's never seen an animal like you.

Big and strong and so hairless. He thinks that what he sees in you makes you an ideal force in his court. Also, I can travel with you and if the other woman recovers, I can keep her. He thinks he's very generous.” Pilot is embarrassed to be scrutinized by the creature like that.

She covers her nakedness with her hands. She thinks. She doesn't want to be 'sold' and even less wants to pull the wagon. "Verne, what's he going to do if you don't sell me?" "He'll wait another day, then he'll hook the woman up again and hope to make it home!" Verne replies with a pitying look at the woman on the ground. "She wouldn't make it!"

The pilot thinks feverishly.

She cannot allow the patient to be reinserted. In addition, they need information about the world, and the sick woman needs a little more rest. Actually the solution is very simple. She has to pull the car so Verne can get information and take care of the woman.

Some question is still nagging at her. “Verne, why didn't you discover that women are human too. All you had to do was ask!” Verne looks at her and grins. “The beings cannot understand the women.

You can't read their minds. Due to this lack of language skills, they also see their opinion confirmed.” The only option the pilot has is to allow herself to be harnessed if she does not want to feel responsible for the woman's death. "Verne, tell him you're lending me, not selling me. Think of how you explain it to him, but I don't want to live as a horse indefinitely! And I'm only doing this to help her.“, she said and points to the woman who is still lying on the ground.

Verne takes the creature's hands and it takes a long time before he lets go. Then he nods to her. The pilot is not at all well. What did she get herself into?

She doesn't know where the creature lives, how far it is to get there and whether she can pull the wagon at all. It's too late to back down now. The creature begins to remove the woman's armor.

It loosens the straps and thin ropes, then it comes towards the pilot. Slowly and calmly.

It quickly steps behind her, and with a surprising amount of force, the being forces the pilot to put on the tank. Verne has the woman's leg straps in hand and begins to put them on the pilot, one on each thigh and one on each lower leg. The being then threads the ropes through various eyelets in the shoulder area, past her breasts, threads the rope through a ring in the thigh band down to the leg straps at the ankles and hooks them. The hooks are screwed together so that it is not possible to open them easily.

Her hands are cuffed to the side of the tank. There are two eyelets on the back, to which the drawbar is fastened with a bolt when the creature directs it in front of the wagon. The drawbar can be lowered slightly using a crank mechanism. The creature climbs onto the carriage and starts cranking.

The tiller brings the pilot to her knees as the car's full weight pressed down on the tank. The shell is warm and sweaty from the other woman, and it's also too tight. The other woman is shorter, less muscular than the pilot. The pilot's large breasts barely fit through the protrusions in the front part of the armor that surrounds her like a corset.

Then the being pulls on the ropes, and now she begins to understand the rope system. Her legs are pulled to her shoulders and she has to squat.

She cannot defend herself against the train. Her legs are pulled closer and closer to her body. So that she can even give in to the train, she has to spread her legs and pull her knees past her breasts.

Now she sits very small in front of the drawbar. The tight train corset hardly gives her the opportunity to breathe. It pinches in the most diverse places. Tortured, she looks up at Verne, who has been watching the whole thing with horror and curiosity.

But now that seems to be going too far for him, although he looks at the pilot with undisguised curiosity, who is crouching so openly and defenselessly in front of him. He tears himself away from the sight and approaches the being. He shakes hands with the creature and makes a very determined face. After a short while he screams and collapses. "Verne!" the pilot yells.

She tries to jump to Verne. Her breasts bounce painfully and the corset cuts into her skin, but she doesn't care. She just wants to know how Verne is and what happened. As she hops, the wagon begins to jerk, almost causing the creature to fall off the trestle.

Frightened, the creature turns the crank.

The tiller slowly rises and the pilot loses the ground under her feet. As she hangs in the air, she folds her back up onto the drawbar. Now she can only see the ground below and a little to the side when she turns her head. The creature goes to the woman who is lying on the ground and removes something from her breasts.

Then it comes to the pilot. It crouches next to her, opens a small box and takes out a vial and cloth. It cleans three pieces of metal, then carefully places them back in the cloth. It then grabs one of the pilot's bobbing and drooping breasts by the nipple.

It slowly pulls the nipple down. Pain runs through the pilot and she screams. But the creature didn't stop. "Are you trying to rip my nipple off?" she yells at the creature.

The pain keeps getting bigger. But the creature cannot be deterred. Then it takes one of the metal objects. With tears in her eyes, the pilot can tell that it's some kind of clamp.

With practiced movements, the creature bangs the clamp on her nipple. She realizes with horror that the clip is a kind of punch. "No no! Not! Get off with it, get me off this thing.W Verne! Verne!!! Verne!!!” she screams in panic.

She shakes herself as best she can, but the creature continues to hold her nipple, even pulling it a bit so that she can't move if she doesn't want to hurt herself.

The being reapplies the clip, then briefly and forcefully squeezes the clip. The pain that floods her is unbearable. Tears well up in her eyes and she screams. Nothing prepared her for such pain.

She screams and screams, can hardly breathe, then she mercifully faints. When she wakes up again, she perceives through a veil how the creature is taking care of the other woman. She looks at her breasts and sees that rings had been put through her nipples. She feels no pain now, just the still-cold metal that had been pushed through her flesh.

The creature must have treated her somehow because there is no blood to be seen and the pain is gone. The creature comes back into view. It holds a construction in its hands, the meaning of which it cannot understand. The creature grabs one of the rings and hooks it onto the device.

The device is designed to stretch your nipples forward and attaches to the tank with a simple thread. The construction reminded her of the wire clip around the cork of a champagne bottle from Earth. The same device is attached to her other nipple in the same way. The creature then threads a ribbon through a ring at the end of the hook that holds her nipple ring.

The tape leads it to the buck.

Your nipples hurt again. The full weight of her large breasts now hangs on her nipples. She has a feeling that if she moves, they will tear off. With every movement of the chest or every little tug on the band, she feels a strong tugging.

The being comes back. She can't see what's holding it because she's looking down. The being comes up behind her. Then she suddenly feels the being grabbing her between the legs.

The hard claws reach into her vagina, scratch her inside and pinch her pleasure button. Tormented by the pain, she throws her head up and screams. But the creature is unimpressed. It keeps going.

It grabs the labia with both hands and pulls them apart with its sharp claws. The pilot has the feeling that the creature would rip holes in her labia. As it holds pink lips to the side, a claw keeps scratching at its sensitive clit. The pain is uncomfortable, but also kind of intoxicating.

She can feel herself getting wet. Then the creature takes an object from the robe and presses it against her labia. Moist as her vagina is now despite the rough treatment, the object slides into her. A small attachment of the device is placed on her clitoris.

With two ribbons that are knotted to the corset, the being fixes the object inside her.

A thread or something similar is passed through her buttocks over her back to the buck. The creature takes a water bag from Verne and also some of the food rations. Then it jumps on the box. As it turns the crank, the pilot is lowered to the ground. Then the tension on the ropes is released and she can straighten her legs and touch the ground with her feet.

Now it's easier for her to breathe again. The rings on the nipples don't hurt as much as before, although it's still very uncomfortable. The creature releases a latch and she feels the weight of the tiller on her back. She leans forward and begins to pull.

A hot pain runs through her deep inside her vagina. The being gave her a kind of electric shock via the device inside her. She almost collapsed from the shock and pain. She stops and takes a deep breath.

The wave of pain subsides and she feels her cramped vaginal muscles relax. Just as she's wondering how she's supposed to know when the creature wants to move on, she runs through two short electric shocks.

She doesn't know what is desired now, since Verne and the other woman are still on the ground and she thinks the being will take her with it, but there are two more electric shocks, this time longer and stronger. She doesn't want to go and says so to the being, shaking her head. Again the blows pull through her sheath.

Long and strong. Even her clit tingled from the electricity. Tormented, she takes a step forward and the cart moves ever so slightly, forcing another step on her. She doesn't want to leave Verne behind and tries to stop the car again.

Then they get two electric shocks so strong and long that they shoot up and almost jump. She tightens her vagina around the object inside her, tries to push it out, but it doesn't work. The electric shocks end. Her vagina tingles and this feeling continues to her buttocks and clit and beyond.

Fearing another electric shock, she begins to pull the car with tears in her eyes.

The creature pulls on the right one of the straps attached to her nipples. Pain surges through her chest. To avoid this, she moves to the right. As they are on their way, several faint surges of electricity come and she begins to pull faster.

The car bounces through the track, but the creature doesn't seem to mind. By pulling on the nipples, she is steered around deep holes or curves. The car rolls easier than its appearance suggests. The attachment that came off the device and presses her clitoris is always moving back and forth as she walks.

The feeling is wonderful, it's almost fun to walk and pull the car. The wetness of her vagina is running down her thighs, she is so aroused by the feeling.

The pain in her nipples as her breasts bounce, the pressure of the device in her vagina that moves with every movement and the rubbing of her pleasure point causes her to stumble as the pent-up feelings explode. She groans, cheers and almost forgets the creature behind her. In a state of constant pain and never-ending pleasure, she pulls the wagon through the countryside.

She loses all sense of time and her legs walk by themselves. The pilot pulls the car across the plain for several kilometers without pausing, paying no attention to her path or the landscape. The plain is replaced by fields with blooming flowers, which are man-high and remind of earthly dandelions. The path joins a paved road, and the being directs the pilot towards a village that becomes visible in the distance. Again, the pilot went through short electric shocks that suggested her to pull the car faster.

This works better and easier on the street than on the rutted dirt road that they had left. She pulls the car into the village, along the village street to the center of the village. There is a well surrounded by a narrow gully into which water trickles through a small pipe. The creature sends a long painful smack into her vagina.

She stops almost immediately.

Then the creature lowers the drawbar and pulls the lines a little so that it sits in a crouched position in front of the gutter. The creature comes to her and pushes her head into the gutter. She feels the cold water on her face and begins to drink. Her thoughts are slowly becoming clearer.

She shakes her head and the being lets her get up again. It goes to the drawbar, fiddles around with something and she notices how she gets some play for her movements. Just enough to lower your head into the gully or squat down. In the meantime, several other beings have come to the well.

One of the creatures, which has a more bluish complexion, stretches out its beak and rubs it against the beak of the creature the pilot dragged here. Then look at each other. The new creature examines her. Suddenly she becomes very aware of her condition.

She's dirty, her legs scratched and dusty. From her vagina with the pink swollen labia runs a wet trickle down the inside of her dusty thighs to her knees.

Her face begins to glow red. But the creature doesn't seem to see that. It comes towards you, lifts your head, looks into your eyes, runs its claws over breasts, squeezes them and lifts them up.

Then it lets go of her breasts, where fine red lines are forming where the creature had passed its claws. Then she runs her hands down her back from her neck to her bottom. She screams as she feels one of the claws dig into her butt hole. It hurts, but the creature doesn't seem to notice.

She tightens her hole. The alien looks up, then takes a second claw and presses it into her butt hole as well. The pilot is defenseless, unable to do anything but gasp in pain. Her butt hole is stretched by the creature as if it wants to know how far it can open before tearing.

The pain gets bigger and tears well up in her eyes. She wants to hop away a bit, but the creature holds her tight. Then the creature rattles its beak and pulls its claws out of its anus hole. It looks at the coachman, then clatters its beak again.

Then she is left alone, for all beings leave. Either they follow the two talking creatures or go their own way.

A smaller creature, only a third the size of the others, was carrying a strange-looking animal on a rope. The animal looks like a six-legged otter walking on the legs of a harvestman. The little creature ties the otter servant to the fountain, then bends down and splashes some water on the pilot.

It turns away and runs hopping behind the gray and bluish being. The pilot nervously eyes the strange animal. First it looks after the little creature, then it grunts and sniffs towards the pilot. She doesn't know what to do. It cannot dodge, the drawbar does not have enough room to move.

So she crouches with spread legs in front of the animal. When it was about half a meter away from her, it opened its mouth and unfurled a long flexible tongue coiled like a hose. With this, it gets closer and closer to the pilot's face until it finally touches her. The tongue runs through her face, leaving a wet trail on her dusty face.

It feels her nose and she clenches her teeth and lips as the animal tries to get its tongue in her mouth.

The tongue glides further, examining, down her neck and digs under her armpits, although she presses her arms close to her body. The pilot can see a second flattened tongue coming out of the tip of this hose tongue and starting to lick. The animal pushes its tongue deeper and deeper into her armpit. She feels it leaking and absorbing sweat.

Then the animal withdraws its tongue and continues to feel its body. It licks along under her breasts, sticks its tongue between the skin and the shell and sucks up the sweat there. It curls its tongue and comes closer, sniffing. Then it unrolls its tongue again and feels her legs.

It licks up the juice that had flowed out of her vagina and was now drying on her legs. The tongue moves higher and higher. The pilot wants to back away, but she can't. She feels defenseless as the creature feels her vagina with its tongue.

Then it starts licking her pussy lips. The cleaner it licked her from the outside, the deeper it penetrates her with his tongue. The animal licks her clit, teasing her pleasure button. Promptly this feeling spreads in her lap again.

It's going to be warm and humid. The wetter it gets, the more greedily the animal licks. It tries again and again to penetrate deeper into her, but it doesn't succeed because the device for generating the electric shocks is still inside her.

Then the animal becomes a nuisance to her and she regains awareness of her surroundings. She throws herself forward and the Otterknecht backs away, whimpering.

She lowers her face back into the gutter to have a drink. Her raised bottom arouses the curiosity of the animal, which unrolls its tongue again and tries to penetrate her butt hole. Horrified, she jumps up and yells at the animal, which backs away in terror. Then she keeps drinking.

After quenching her thirst, she squats down and begins to doze off. The sun's rays warm her and, exhausted, she slips into a twilight state between waking and sleeping. She dreams of Verne, of creatures that hunt her, dogs and horses. She is rudely snapped out of her twilight state when the gray creature shakes her by the shoulder.

It gets everything ready for the journey again, ties the otter boy to the drawbar next to the pilot and places the smaller bird creature next to it on the coach box. Then two more surges of electricity shoot through her vagina and the pilot feels the pull on her nipples, which shows her the direction to take. She moves obediently. She is directed out of the village, between fields in bloom.

It's a smooth ride on a good road. Almost a recovery from the track before. The ride doesn't take long because the destination of the ride is some kind of farm about 2 kilometers outside the village. As they drive into the courtyard of the homestead, the pilot sees lattice sheds in which naked, delicate, green-skinned women are standing.

All wear a leather ring around their neck.

The cages are large enough for the women to walk back and forth and stand up. A portcullis is the only access to these cages. The pilot is unhitched from the drawbar by the gray being after it has fixed her in a squatting position with the help of the rope. The creature puts a leather strap around her neck, then a leash is attached to it.

Now she is led by the being into a brightly lit hall, where she has to hop like a rabbit. In the hall there are cages similar to those the pilot saw outside. Only here the women are fixed to the bars. Each woman's upstretched arms are fixed to the lattice.

They wear armor similar to the one worn by the pilot to pull the car. A wide leather belt with rings is slung around the waist of the women. With these rings and ropes, the women are pulled with their backs to the bars. Every woman, like the pilot, has rings through her nipples. The women sit in a kind of swing with their legs spread wide.

Her thighs are encased in metal tubes connected in the middle by a threaded rod. The thread allows the legs to be spread further or pulled together. Using a rope that is pulled through an eyelet on the bar and guided over a pulley at the top to the cage's door, they are then brought into an almost sitting position with their feet secured to the side lattice walls with leather cuffs. 'That's horrible!' the pilot thinks, 'this being doesn't want to put me in a cage like that!' The being is planning exactly that, because it led them straight to an empty cage.

As she is led past the cages, she sees that in some cages there is another being in the cage. But she can't see very much because she has to follow the pull of the leash around her neck. The creature opens a cage, leads her inside, unties her legs and pulls her up.

Then it starts detaching their hands from the armor to immediately attach them to the rear grille. Now the pilot stands in the cage with her arms fixed upwards.

The creature removes the leg straps from around her thighs, then releases the armor. The shock device slips out of her wet vagina with a smacking sound. The creature peels the sweat-soaked armor from her skin. All things are carelessly thrown in front of the cage door, then it comes back to her.

From his poncho he pulls one of the dried rations he took from Verne and stuffs it in her mouth. Then it carefully slides its clawed hands over her skin. It strokes her cheek, runs the tips of its claws down her neck. With an outstretched claw, it draws a line through the film of sweat on her sternum between her breasts.

A shiver runs down her body. The creature notices this and repeats the movements, only this time it doesn't stop but strokes her stomach. Then it carefully takes her breasts in its claws and gently squeezes them. The pilot is repelled by the creature's appearance, but the gentle touch sends shivers down her spine.

The creature squeezes her breasts and gently tugs at the nipples with its beak. Then it strokes her stomach again and then leaves the cage. It turns around again, rattles its beak, then goes out of the hall.

The pilot now has time to look around. The hall is brightly lit by many lamps.

It's warm and humid in the hall and the sweat on her skin doesn't dry her, on the contrary, she just sweats more. 'Almost like one of the sweat rooms in pilot training,' she thinks. At that time she had to do four days of heavy physical labor in a similar atmosphere, only to carry out complicated calculations for navigation after hours of toil. Now she's tied up in a cage and doesn't know what to expect.

Suddenly she hears a groan from the cage across from her. She looks over and sees a woman on a swing. With her legs spread she hangs in the cage and moans. She keeps throwing her head back.

The pilot can't immediately see the reason for this until she suddenly notices a movement in the woman's pubic hair. When the pilot takes a closer look, she sees a liquid coming out of the woman's vagina. At first she thinks the woman is peeing, but then she sees the labia part and something light comes out of it. This something falls on the floor in the puddle under the woman.

Then nothing happens. Also, the pilot is now distracted, because one of these creatures is now coming along the narrow passage between the cages. It carries a bucket and a claw on a long pole. When it sees something lying on the ground near the woman in the cage opposite the pilot, it rattles its beak.

Then it uses the grabber to get the bright part out of the cage and drops it into the bucket.

It sets down the bucket and grab and looks at the pilot. It looks at them for a long time, then picks up the things from the floor and disappears. When it comes back, it has strange things with it. It comes into the cage, takes her right foot and puts it in one of these metal tubes.

The same with the left foot. Then it pulls the tubes on her like pants. It pushes the tubes apart and screws in the rod. The pilot has to spread her legs wide.

Then the creature pulls her up with the rope and ties it to the front grille. Now she is hanging in the cage by her outstretched arms.

The creature has pulled her far enough that it can now comfortably reach around her and put her belt on her. She tries to fight back, but the creature only roughly grabs her neck with its clawed hands and chokes her lightly. Then she stops struggling.

With the armor and belt in place, the being lowers the pilot a little lower and ties her to the grate. The creature disappears again, only to return shortly afterwards with a white orb. It stands right between her legs and looks at her vagina. It carefully touches her labia, drives a claw through her furrow and parts the bare lips. It seems somehow dissatisfied, because it whistles and draws air through the breathing holes in its beak.

She puts the ball on the floor, then takes both hands and puts two claws between her labia. She tries to back away, but she's so fixated that she can't do it anymore. It hurts because she is no longer wet and the creature also has very rough and dry skin. She feels the creature dividing her labia with its long claws and trying to penetrate her.

The pilot tenses, but the being continues to feel the inside of her sheath. It repels her, but somehow makes her want more. She feels how the touch makes her wet. When the creature notices this, it rattles its beak.

His movements became more intense now.

With the finger bone it presses on her pleasure pearl and rubs it. Whether the pilot wants it or not, she can't suppress a groan. When her juices are really flowing, the being stops. She opens her eyes in disappointment.

Now she sees that the creature is holding the white ball in its hands. 'What's it going to do with that?' she wonders. The answer comes promptly. The being sets the approx.

12cm in diameter ball to her labia and presses something. Then she sees the ball unrolling. The creature pulls its hand back a little until only the tips of its claws touch its labia. The ball continues to unroll until the pilot can see that this ball must be some kind of caterpillar.

The creature sticks a claw deep into her wet vagina and then pulls it out dripping wet. With its vaginal juice, it draws a line from the caterpillar's head over the palm of the hand to her wet labia. The caterpillar begins to crawl clumsily along this line. 'What's that supposed to be?', the pilot thinks, 'this fat thing isn't supposed to be...no!! The bright thing about the woman just... No! I do not want that. No!' She wants to fight back, run away, but she is tied up and defenseless. "No! take that away! go away Help! Help!” she calls out in terror. But nobody helps her, nor does the creature take the caterpillar away. Completely unperturbed by the pilot's anguished screams, it continues to hold the caterpillar to her labia.

The thick white animal almost touches her labia.

"Verne! Help! Where are you? Help me, please!” she cries through tears. Then she feels the caterpillar reach her labia. She stiffens, clenching her vagina as best she can. She feels the animal's movement on her wet, soft labia.

Sobbing softly, she choked back tears and whispered: “Verne, where are you? Help me, please!” The caterpillar is now right on her labia. The pilot feels the animal's mandibles pinching her labia. The bird creature presses the caterpillar's head firmly against the pilot's wet lips. In order to give in to this pressure, the animal pushes itself into the wet grotto between the labia.

The pilot can feel every movement of the animal inside. She feels the animal pushing itself deeper and deeper into her. Then she feels a great deal of pressure, similar to the larger nuclei. The pressure is so strong that she has to empty her bladder again.

As the yellow jet erupts between her swollen labia, the bird creature grunts and claws at the jet with its clawed fingers. Then it puts its finger in its beak to test it. It grunts again and then claps its beak. Then it leaves the pilot.

Stranded on an alien planet, alone and separated from the only person who understands her, the pilot sits tied up in a cage with a caterpillar in her sheath.

Read the first part: Space Pilot

Read the third part: Space Pilot - Part 3