Far and Tethered Jill's Interstellar Travels chapter 3 by TinyLesbo

To say Jill was in a pickle would be inaccurate. Mostly because she was in a situation.

 

With tiny, near invisible ropes pinning her limbs to the ground, she was at the mercy of whatever species did this to her. Sore in several places from the onslaught that led up to it, her stealthy assassins had gotten the better of her, and there was no one within light weeks of her.

 

So things were dire. At the moment, not as bad as the acid belching monsters of Pranos-4, which led to public embarrassment and a  whole new wardrobe change, but time would tell.

 

"Ungf," Jill grunted, her head snared in place by the tiny threads. "Whoever's out there, I-I wanna assure you, I come in peace. I mean you no harm."

 

Sure, bargaining was all she had right now. What else was she going to do? Miraculously break free and threaten anew?

 

As much as she hated the stupid spacesuit, it was times like these she regretted taking it off. It at least had some built in defences, like the helmet lasers and the holstered ninja stars. Something Jill herself insisted on. 

 

But nope. It was all her fault for taking the thing off. So much for comfort, tied up like a brisket and with no one to help. Even Hannah was a few miles away at this point, showing Clive where to dig. With a bit of luck it'd be back before long, but until then she had to deal with the swarm of creatures that were slowly encircling her. 

 

"...huh," she muttered. Suddenly the tension was simmering a little, as her all powerful 'captors' weren't even a foot tall. Standing on two hind legs, they were mostly human, right down to their feminine forms and ludicrously long hair. But with powerful, deep blue lizard-like tails and buggy antennae, they were a far cry from homo sapiens.

 

"Uh, hi." Jill said to the nearest one, glancing to her right and only noticing now that they were stark naked. With the bare curve of breasts. and hairless cleft of pussy, Jill could assume that this one here was only a shade younger than herself, or at least the equivalent. Because why would space lizard girls shave their pussy?

 

Said space lizard girl in question thrust a hand to her right, uttering some harsh, fricative tongue Jill couldn't hope to understand. The gesture was enough at least, and Jill's eyes scrolled south, past her own meagre curves to what must've been their leader?

 

Standing right at the apex of her thighs, Jill had to wonder how she hadn't noticed this one until now. If she was the leader, Jill wouldn't have guessed on sight, as this one looked to be the youngest of them all. Barely even a tween, if she were going by human standards, this one was as flat as a griddle pan, and only the lack of childish puppyfat would suggest she'd even begun puberty. With a bright red tail instead of the typical blue though, and some sort of crownlike ornament adorning her antennae, there was clearly a hierarchy of some sort here, even if nothing else suggested importance.

 

And then things got awkward as this 'leader' took the most direct route possible. Climbing up over Jill's thighs and across her mound, she could feel every clumsy footfall as the space lizard girl scrambled for purchase. Her thighs twitching from the sensation with every movement, bound by the wires, and yet her shorts bundling inwards from her efforts to climb, Jill had to admit it was a relief when the 'leader' stood proud on her lower belly. 

 

Huffing to herself with some sort of undeserved pride, the leader slowly made her way up Jill's body, seeming to relish in taking her sweet time doing so. From the soft yield of belly - a clumsy foot in the belly button for good measure - to the gentle raise of her ribs, this leader of theirs sauntered between the soft hills of Jill's developing boobs, her tiny, spindly hands making soft contact on the way. A pinprick of awkward pleasure as tiny fingers met nipple, Jill felt the wince rattle through her, but wasn't about to give that away to her captors. Never reveal your weaknesses, they'd drummed into her at the academy.

 

Of course, that was tested a little when their leader stood on her windpipe. Sure, lizard girl barely weighed anything, but with her smug expression, putting all of her weight through those tiny feet into one of Jill's most sensitive areas... it had her feeling vulnerable in no time at all.

 

The leader of the lizard girls spoke, in the same fricative language as her underlings, but of course, Jill was in no position to understand what was being asked of her, or even respond if she were completely honest. Focusing hard enough on simply breathing thanks to the weight on her neck, she felt the struggle increase with every swallow, as if she were trying to ingest a golf ball.

 

"Can't... understand... you!" She gasped, tears streaming from her eyes at the pain. Whatever these creatures were, they were either incredibly intelligent, able to pinpoint a weakness so quickly, or incredibly stupid. Whether Jill would stay conscious for long enough to discern which of these was the more pressing issue, however.

 

The smug smile eroded from the leader's face, and she repeated her sentence from earlier, looking a little more forlorn. Jill kept her eye contact, but that was about all she could do until something bridged this language barrier. 

 

"Ooookayyy!" Hannah's voice came calling from afar, and Jill thanked whatever deity made it happen. The feet were removed from Jill's neck as the leader of the lizard girls noticed its arrival, but with a foot on her chin instead, it wasn't a huge improvement. 

 

"Hannah! Oh thank fuck!" Jill choked, the air coming back to her too thick and fast. 

 

"Oh Jesus Jill, what've you done?" Hannah groaned, its LCD screen winking. "I leave you alone for ten minutes and look what happens? Couldn't handle these midgets yourself?"

 

"You told me there was nothing intelligent on this planet!" Jill rasped.

 

"Probably nothing intelligent!" Hannah bit back. "Hold still, I'll have you free in a jiffy..."

 

A bright blue laser beam shot out from Hannah's screen, severing a few of the binds on her right arm, but in that split second, it quickly had to dodge, as more spears were thrown. 

 

"Never mind that right now. Focus on translating these little shits!"

 

"You sure? You're tied up like a spitroast." Hannah smirked. 

 

"Sure I'm sure. They'll just see it as an act of aggression if you free me." Jill said. "Keep your distance, and learn their language. That's an order, Hannah."

 

"Whatever you say, squirt." Hannah poked out its tongue, and whirred about, dodging spears as a progress bar filled up on the LCD screen. 'Translating... 14%'

 

Meanwhile Jill had to put up with the foot on her chin. Face twisted with fury, antennae low and defensive, the leader wasn't happy with Hannah's arrival. She wasn't surprised, to be fair. She'd do the same in their situation. 

 

But as Hannah learned their language at a brutally slow pace, what could she do other than lay here and get surrounded. Thankfully, most of their thrown spears were missing her, so it was just the occasional poke in the arm or whatever. But as more tiny hands roamed about her body - waist and thighs in particular - she couldn't help feel a little violated. It was bad enough that she got tied down by space lizards, but now they wanted to cop a feel too?

 

They could at least wait until there was a dialogue between them before that happened. But no, she was restrained and helpless as curious hands shuffled between her thighs, pulling at her shorts.

 

"Hey, c'mon! Get outta there!" Jill protested, writhing for all she was worth in her very limited capacity. But Hannah's translation efforts were only at halfway, and her shorts were rapidly losing ground, exposing more belly and more thigh with every passing moment. 

 

That was when Jill felt the fresh breeze sting her nethers, and the lizard girls' energy evaporated.

 

One of the ones about her lap muttered something, and the leader turned around. Jill got a tiny ass in her face for her troubles, but suddenly the air was full of panic instead. 

 

'Translating... 81%' Hannah's voice whirred, all of a sudden perfectly audible in the panicked silence.