Chapter 1

This part of the forest was dark even though it was mid-day.

No, it wasn’t jungle or located in some godforsaken place in some Third World Country.

It was in the good old USA, not that far from the Canadian border in the lush terrain known as the Green Mountains.

A lot of battles had been fought here between the French and the British, the Americans and the British, and Indian tribes had taken scalps from both with equal strong shouts of victory before they sliced open their victim’s throats with typical bloodlust programmed inside of them from birth.

These innocent trees had witnessed many bloody scenes, not the least of which was rape and sodomy of humans of the female gender by multiple males with frenzied levels of infinite glee.

Sally Fairbody was running in the early morning dew as fast as she could to escape the trio of Indians behind her moving silently and swiftly downhill to the river’s edge. Her feet were bare, but she had carefully avoided the rocks and they were not injured. Her backside was hurting from where the British soldier had probed her with his oversized cock bent over the fallen tree trunk pushed away from the faint trail leading from the burned out Fort at the crossroads.

It had been a truly traumatic experience for her since she had not yet seen her eighteenth birthday. Still, she had some taste of what it would be like from the nighttime visits from her stepfather who had taken a liking to her rump right after her sixteenth birthday back in the old world where things seemed so much more civilized than in this wilderness.

The three Indians moved effortlessly though the fog. One came straight to her and the other two bookended her on either side on the edge of her peripheral vision. The one that came to her grabbed her hair and pulled her back on her ass hard on the soft ground.

Sally yelped because she was considerably sore back there and she knew that when these three were finished with her it would seem like a dish of ice cream in comparison. He silently cut away her clothing from her naked body and stretched her out flat for his two companions who pressed her hard into the soft sandy soil with the weight of their battle-hardened bodies.

From his vantage point in the trees above, Metra watched with great interest. It had been a long time before he had witnessed a ritual rape. In fact, it was not on his native planet at several parsecs from his homeland. It was on the harsh world of Hadron Five that he saw the Princess Angelica taken by three of the Regent guards of the ruling circle in all her virginal openings at the exact same moment. The mean looking one in her rear facing disposal hatch rolled his lower body in a clockwise circle reaming her rear channel with deep swipes into her tight entrance. Metra remembered how joyful he had been to view her suffering and the grimace of pain on her face that caused his own tool of creation to swell with anticipation of possibly participating in the ceremony at some point in time.

This “human” female seemed confused and frightened enough to make his creation stick hard as a rock. That didn’t happen too often with the Stellar traveler because he was trained to be always on the alert against all enemies regardless of gender.

The three savages were lifting their loin cloths now preparing the female victim for her ordeal by erection. The alien watched one of them enter her posterior entrance with little difficulty and then the big one pushed inside her thick black hair between her legs with a single forceful thrust that caused her to yell out in surprise and pain.

The third one was playing with her udders probably used to feed her offspring if it ever got to that point in her limited lifespan.

The four humans humped and groaned with familiar patterns of sexual dalliance just like on his home planet so many light years away.

He saw the woman change her facial expression from fear and pain to one of acceptance and pleasure as they used her weaker body with their evil intentions.

Metra considered the three savages as “criminals” in his world’s definition and he dropped down on them swinging his long arms in sweeping motions that left all three of them headless with blood spurting every which way in complete chaos.

Sally was ready to take in their spunk in one instant and then she was sprayed with their life blood instead. It was all confusing to her and she still felt her pussy vibrating with the recent incursion of ten inches of Indian cock in her pussy and a similar length in her brown eye now gone forever from this life and dead as doornails on the green carpet of the forest.

She saw the naked form of Metra squatting next to her and the first thing that registered in her mind was that his cock was unbelievingly long and thick like it belonged to some godlike monster conjured up from the depths of Hell itself.

Metra was a sentinel assigned to this sector of the Universe to monitor dangers of sentient beings infiltrating into his home world cluster of stars in the near future. He already knew the answer was a resounding “no” especially on this tiny world with mostly water on the surface and warring tribes more concerned with their own internal problems with disease, war, and natural disasters.

Of course, Rape and crime were similar in both places, but justice was swift and certain on his planet with the evildoers quickly dispatched to another plane of existence on the spot.

Sally was relieved to see the three dead Indians minus their heads on the ground next to her. She was confused by the presence of her savior who looked just as mean and savage as the wild Indians at her feet.

“Thank you, sir, for your assistance in saving my life. I am certain those men were about to lift my hair just as soon as they satisfied their manly needs at my expense.”

Metra knew almost every language on this planet, and he sifted through his data bank of a brain to find the correct grammar to respond to the girl’s comment.