Chapter 1

The Zoolian pirate fleet appeared at the edge of the star system. A dozen ships glittered in the faint starlight as they crept toward the tiny planetoid far from the central star as to be almost invisible. The tenth planet was an icy rock without even the possibility of life, so it became the Zool fleet’s base of operations. The lead battleship launched a dozen scout craft, searching for signs of civilization among the system’s planets.

The ninth planet was a ball of ice and stone as dead as the tenth. The eighth planet was a great dark blue gas giant with several small lumpy moons. The seventh was a gas-fluid giant of an eerie pale blue, most disturbing to the Zoolian scout tilted on its side. The planet’s unusual orientation led to speculation that it had been done deliberately by a powerful impact from an advanced civilization for planetary modification. The sixth and fifth worlds were enormous brown and gold colored with massive rings.

The fourth planet was the most interesting so far. The world possessed a thin but breathable (for a Zoolian) atmosphere, a small polar ice cap, and an endless desert of rust-colored soil. The scouts surveyed the dusty world and discovered a system of ruins of striking size and age in a deep valley. A team was assigned to explore the ruins for any interesting artifacts.

But it was the third planet that caught the eye of Warmaster Ffrroogg. The world was covered in vast oceans, effulgent vegetation, and, most importantly, teeming with potential slaves. The dominant race, called humanity or man according to surveillance, was unaware that they were not alone in the universe. They would have no defenses that would hinder the Zoolian fleet from pillaging their world of its abundance.

As it landed in a dense forest, the ship, a hundred-foot-diameter disc, sneaked past the blue-green world’s crude radar sensors. The ship’s inhabitants eavesdropped on the local continent’s radio signals. They discovered they were in the northern region of a polity known as “New Washington.”

“This world is almost hysterically backward, Grot,” Trog said from the hyper-scanner. He had been monitoring and analyzing the radio and television frequencies for information. His equipment searched for words and images that described the planet’s technologies.

“Their most advanced weapons are atomic, but they are rudimentary and can only destroy a small city,” Grot said, laying a scaly palm on his virtually non-existent chin. He watched a screen that showed a mushroom-shaped plume of smoke rising into the sky.

“We came to this world to gather information for the fleet,” Gort said from his pilot seat, “but we could conquer this world with only our personal weapons.”

Torg, the captain, squinted his three reptilian eyes as he glanced at his brothers. “Perhaps. But first, we must determine who these Earthlings are. We will take a few and analyze them. Grot, get a capture claw and return with some humans to the ship.”

Grot moved inside the weapons locker with oily ease, grabbing a box-shaped contraption with handles for his thick, three-fingered hands.

“I shall return within a solar cycle, maybe even less,” Grot said as he descended the ramp.

The Zoolian pirate took a long gulp of air, taking in all this new world’s strange and unfamiliar smells: Decaying plants, animal feces, and industrial chemicals. It was wonderful. He hadn’t been on a planet like this for a long time. Grot’s clawed feet dug into the soft loam of the forest as he stalked through the trees. He picked a direction randomly and made a straight line from the ship toward whatever he would find.

“Oh god, Janice!”

Dave Stewart exclaimed as he thrust his erection into Dawn. As his condom-wrapped cock slid in and out of his wife’s warm snatch, he panted and moaned. Dave closed his eyes tight with ecstasy as he palmed her lovely breasts. Dave had only been inside his beautiful young wife for two minutes when he felt his balls about to burst.

Beneath him with her shapely legs spread wide, Dawn looked up at the clouds as her husband screwed her, his medallion sparkling as it swung from his neck. Dawn had wondered where he had gotten the gaudy bauble. She knew now.

Janice Palmer, Dave’s secretary. Dawn liked the woman. Janice was a bit older than her, a redhead with a splendid figure. She was friendly and funny, with a bawdy sense of humor. Dawn felt disappointed that Janice and Dave were having an affair. More because she felt Janice could have done far better than Dave.

Dawn had eagerly accepted Dave’s plan for a romantic weekend in the Pine Valley National Forest. It was only the second time this year that her husband had taken time off work to perform his marital duties. Dawn had kept a lid on her pent-up frustrations with her husband’s neglect and her roiling sex drive. This opportunity to spend time with him and make love was the remedy she had been looking for.

On their drive up to the park, he chatted about how good a year his father’s company was having and the certainty of a promotion. Dawn listened to him, her head on his shoulder as she watched the buildings disappear to be replaced by tall, dark trees.

“It’s going to be great Dawn,” Dave said. “Just wait until you see the cozy little cabin I got us for the weekend!”

Dawn and Dave arrived at the visitor center for the park, registered their names, and got the keys to their cabin, number 35. They drove over the pine needle-strewn dirt road to their place and stowed their belongings inside the small one-room cabin. They had brought a couple of bags of groceries, hopefully enough to tide them over for the weekend.

“Let’s take a walk and find a spot for a picnic. If it’s private enough, maybe we can lie down and enjoy the sunshine together?” The light in Dawn’s eyes told Dave what his wife had in mind.

Dawn quickly assembled a few sandwiches, wrapped them, and set them beside a bottle of white wine inside the blue and white cooler. Leaving the cabin behind them, Dave locked it up, and they began their walk. As the trail wound through tall pines, it crossed a river before descending into a narrow valley. The trail was marked with signs to keep them oriented. Finding a secluded meadow with wildflowers and a tree stump, they chose this spot for their romantic rendezvous. Dave laid out a big blanket and set down their cooler. Then, they sat down to eat their sandwiches and sip their wine from small plastic cups.

It didn’t take long for their idle chit-chat to turn to kissing and heavy petting. Dave was not an artful lover and was too eager to get Dawn out of her sundress. He quickly pulled away her bra and panties before slipping on a condom. With the grace of a charging bull, Dave penetrated his wife up to his mediocre length. Dawn had spread her legs not unwillingly but with not much enthusiasm either.

It was a warm spring day in the late afternoon, and Dawn was very bored.

Dawn remembered her first boyfriend in middle school, Steve Sellers, and his 9-inch cock. They first had sex under the bleachers after school and many times after that. Steve was hung like a horse, but he couldn’t keep it up for more than a few minutes at a time. That he was slinging his dick with about a dozen other girls was likely part of the problem.

Her high school boyfriend was Frank Smith. He could fuck forever, but he had a dick the length of a pack of chewing gum. It didn’t help that Frank wouldn’t shut up about Ayn Rand’s brilliance.

Dawn’s first boyfriend in college, Lawrence Clark, was movie-star handsome, impeccably groomed, gentlemanly, and showed zero interest in sex with her. She only dated him for a month before rumors started that he was homosexual and having an affair with his mathematics professor’s son. It appeared to be confirmed when the two ran away to San Francisco.

Her second and third boyfriends, a pair of cousins from Tennessee named Sackett, were much more fun and adventurous. She learned a thing or two about sex from them. But they loved drinking and partying more than spending time with her.

She had hoped to find some kind of happy medium in Dave and a good provider. However, he was painfully average in size, endurance, income, and everything else.

Dawn went to college for journalism, hoping to be an author someday. It was where she met Dave Stewart and liked him very much. He was studying to become an accountant. He was pleasant and pretty good-looking, and her girlfriends encouraged her to go out with him. They married as soon as Dave got his degree, and he practically ran to his father’s construction business for a job. Dawn was a secretary at a travel agency across the street from Dave’s office.