No one saw anything, but everyone heard. At first, all bulkheads groaned and buzzed, quietly, but vibrating so unpleasantly that even the very drowsiness woke up. Then she slammed sharply and loudly, as if the 130-meter high Mercury class spacecraft was a bottle of champagne, from which a huge cork flew out. Ears laid by the pressure drop, so that the shooting started was heard weakly, like the sound of rain on the iron roof. The electromagnetic guns themselves shoot quietly, in the confusion of letnitsa, floors and transitions, and they would not be heard at all in the residential section, but falling into the walls were transmitted far.

The entire crew alarmed jumped into the corridors and died almost immediately. The engine room lasted about five minutes, until the door was knocked out by a bomb. They were taking a little longer with the wheelhouse, they were afraid to damage the navigation equipment, they still had to sell the yacht. The last, as it should be, the captain died. Not because he defended himself especially bravely, but the Zorgians respect the naval traditions, even if not their own, so that they were shot last.

Finally, it became quiet. Then a bright light turned on everywhere, and with a quiet rustle all the doors opened at once. The cleaning went, all valuables and passengers were dragged to the mess room. Masta Drew loved gutting civilian ships. The enemies in the council behind him even spread rumors about his weakness and cowardice, but they were afraid to throw the accusation in his face. And Mia Loka will not touch him for as long as he drags the most loot. And now he enjoyed watching how the hall fills up with prey. It’s like eating mollusks' flesh, tender, juicy, defenseless, it was an exquisite pleasure, not like gnawing in the dry bony insides of military transports. Valiantly, but you can stay without teeth.

True, there were almost no passengers. The yacht went almost empty, found thirty human human females, and even those ugly, small, all equally dressed in shapeless black cloaks and white caps. We must look better before deciding. He gave a sign, and Zam Pisa, in a guttural manner, commanded on inter-russo:

- Undress!

A trip to the Old Earth was the prize of the annual competition of women's gymnasiums on the planet Sicily. This year I won the St. Ignatius Gymnasium, the eighth B was already returning home, and accidentally entered the yacht. The regular flight was postponed, and the Mercury Yacht was chartered at one end, and was glad to get at least someone back. All is not wasted. If they had not caught the zorgi.

The girls were husky. Zorgov for the first time they saw who saw them, usually could not tell anyone about this. In general, they even looked like their images in movies and books. Almost like people, only light green, two-meter and cubic from muscles and subcutaneous chitinous plates. They did not even wear protective gear, it was a terrible shame for them. And why, if the guards and so keep the machine-gun fire. All ammunition hung on a belt over his shoulder, and in the hands were guns.

The only thing different members. In the movies, the characters were like huge balloons, almost to the forehead, but in life they seemed even small compared to the size of the body. Well, maybe like a human arm to the elbow, or a bit thicker. At least from the sharp end, then they thickened, ending with huge dangling eggs, in a bag the size of a football. As in the movie, the members really stood all the time, just hiding between the press shields. The girls stared at them, as if hypnotized.

“Undress !,” repeated Zam Pisa.

The girls became agitated, pulling at their clothes, and glancing at their fra. They nodded to each other and began to undress, setting an example. Fra Modesta was a senior Fra, and was used to carefully weighing the pros and cons, but then act quickly and firmly.She immediately noticed that only one of the Zorgs does not chat, does not walk, does not give orders, but only silently and indifferently looks around. True, from his views, everyone starts to run and fuss. So he is their Masta. She kept her form, and at the competition she even earned her gymnasium points, becoming the first on the hundred-meter race among teachers. So taking off her underpants, she leaned over, freeing her legs, and from a low start rushed forward. She pulled her sharp needle, which was so feared by all the girls in the gymnasium, from her hair already in flight. And immediately drove it between the pectoral plates, aiming at the heart. Zorg only had time to intercept her body by the throat with one hand. So she hung, legs dangling and trying in vain to free herself while everyone came to her senses. Then came a coughing laugh.

Zorgi laughed, even their captain laughed, quivering Fra Modestu on weight. The needle between the shields also shook with this laughter. Then the captain stopped laughing, and the girls for the first time saw how this happens with the Zorg. The member instantly tensed, becoming even more and jumping out between the shields, and lifting Fra Modestu, the sorg, at one stroke, set her ass on the entire length of his member. She stretched out, as if trying to get off a huge stake, and scratching his fingers on his throat. Sorg made a couple of movements, and a member of the waves went sperm. She splashed out of her ass and began jabbing to fill her belly from the inside, making her almost pregnant. The zorg eggs were the last to shrink, and relax, hanging in empty sacks. The victim rolled her eyes and went limp, unconscious.

Masta Drew took it off the penis, took it by the hair and several times drove the penis into her mouth, as if clearing the discharge. And once again becoming impassive, indifferently threw the body of Fra Modest to the floor. Shamelessly otklyachennaya ass, which became as if more of the former, gaping huge black hole, from which the sperm and blood oozed, trickling down between the labia. Hole slightly shrank and unclenched, showing that Fra Modest is still alive.

It was only when, at the sign of Masty Drew, one of the team members dragged her hair somewhere off, did the class for the first time breathe out and stirred. Everything happened so fast that everything seemed frozen, unable to do anything except look.

- Someone else to resist ?, - said with a grin Zam. Nobody showed intent. The girls looked askance at Fra Batista, but she was calm, except that there was a blue wreath on her temples. And this was another bad sign that girls were afraid of.

After the order to kneel, a row of naked girls stretched almost from wall to wall. Masta went along the row. The member, slightly weakened, was still sticking forward. Still shining from saliva, blood and sperm, he plopped down and rubbed his hair, the cheeks or lips of girls who unwittingly pulled away. Perhaps she was in vain, the prey was not so numerous, but the quality was good, so they would take even more than usual. The team has the right to use, just need not damage the goods. However, everyone knows the rules, violators will fly up into space upside down and without a breathing tube.

Another girl suddenly did not move away, but as if she even made a movement with her lips towards a member. Masta stopped and lifted her head by the chin.

- Who are you?

“Masha Johanson,” she said softly, then repeated louder, looking straight into her eyes, “I am Masha.”

- Masha, you are a brave girl, you be mine.

Masha was an excellent student and a ringleader, which rarely happens at the same time. Of course, the popularity of the case is fraught with, there are many envious women, and it is worth stopping; even the best friends will turn away from you. But Masha liked to bathe in attention, she liked to risk, and she never stood behind the price. However, the member was not so bad to worry too much. Near the skin of the zorga was like a crocodile, with a pattern in a diamond and pimples, but at the same time smooth, silky and warm, very pleasant when it passed through her lips. She went to the zorgom and stood at the side. Well, now she is a captain's daughter.

After the captain began to disassemble the girls and other team members, apparently, according to some of its importance. The last was Jung Dron, and there were still five girls in the row. He liked Fra Batista, so plump, soft, like his plush Mia, with whom he slept for up to three years. But therefore ...