Cooperation Brings Pleasure

Why Fight It?

by KonradKurze

Tags: #dom:male #exhibitionism #f/f #f/m #pov:bottom #sub:female #alien_invasion #aliens #brainwash #CW:dubious_consent #happy_slaves #indoctrination #military #personality_change #political_changes #serial_recruitment

A woman in Houston sees the wisdom in accepting the inevitable.

Author's note: This whole story is based on another story I did called 'Postcards From The Pleasure Dome' that I discontinued because I didn't like how it turned out.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m scared. I’m absolutely scared.

But more than anything else, I’m fucking pissed.

Why is this working on me? How could such obvious propaganda be working on me so well?

OK, I have to explain a bit. The Martian authorities in Houston have been putting up these holographic billboards targeting human women by telling them that they’re gonna have the time of their lives fucking martians. The displays are so crass and lowbrow. There was one I saw showing human girls looking at a Martian soldier's crotch telling them they’d love what was in his pants. Another one just said there’s three words that get any Earth girl excited, ‘Martian man meat.’

I’d say that this kind of thing should only work on absolute bimbos but I can’t. 

Because it seems to be working on me somehow.

For the past two weeks I’ve been feeling so good when a Martian looks at me with those huge eyes of theirs. My dreams have morphed into porn where I’m getting pounded by little green men with big green cocks and absolutely loving it. I’ve been soaking my sheets for days now.

I try to focus on what’s off-putting about the Martians. Besides the fact that they’ve conquered Earth, I mean. I keep trying to think of their bulging eyes, their broken english, their half visible brains.

Big and…throbbing…brains. Shit. It’s like the harder I try pushing the propaganda messages out, the more I end up thinking about them! I’m supposed to be stronger than this! Or at least I think I am. But the idea of doing what the posters suggest and letting myself become a Martian’s Earthgirl fucktoy is just…so tempting.

And despite how afraid and pissed I am, I also feel something else. I feel…acceptance. Like I know it’s going to happen in the end. So why not just let it? Why not enjoy it? Why keep fighting? Why not just go over to the Martians and let them finish whatever process is happening to me?

Which is why I’ve left my house and am heading over to the regional HQ to hand myself over to the guards. The Martian command center for the Gulf Coast states is in Houston. It looks a lot like the Taj Mahal except it’s made of some metal that looks like brass with some green thrown into it.

I left ten minutes ago and I can see a group of Martian soldiers walking down the street. I wave to them and shout ‘hey’ to get their attention. I walk over to them slowly. For some reason, I got the idea to bow. I have a smile on my face as I do it, Showing respect like this feels so good,

“What does Earthgirl want?” asks one of them. I repeat back what I saw on the propaganda displays.

“What gets any Earth girl excited,” I reply. “Martian man meat.” The soldiers look amongst each other and cackle. I don’t feel afraid. One of them, the commander I think, says something in their native language into a comms set and gets a reply back. He cackles again.

“Earthgirl will follow,” he says. I nod, and smile. That term is starting to grow on me. And turn me on, truth be told.

“Of course. Lead the way.” Two of them flank me as we walk in the direction of the regional command center. I shudder when one of them pinches my butt. It feels so damn good. It makes me all the more excited to get to our destination.

One of them cackles and gestures to a pair of guards. He says something in their language and the two look at me.

“Earthgirl will be taken for processing. Follow.” My heart starts to pound. Processing. It’s so vague but it sounds wonderful.

“Understood.” I turn to the squad that brought me here.

“See you soon, I think.” The leader smiles.

“Oh yes, very soon.” I blush a little then follow the two guards into the base. The walls are lined with crimson and gold. There’s these little robots cleaning the floors and…human girls? They’re dressed in these bodysuits that look like they’re made with latex and have high heeled boots. Their first names are on the right side. They bow when the guards pass and giggle when they see me.

The guards bring me to a chamber with what looks like an armchair in front of three screens. I sit down and they shut the door. Seconds later, I’m looking at a martian face being projected on all three screens. There’s this beautiful shimmering light that just grabs my attention and doesn’t let go.

“Does Earthgirl like Martian men?” it asks. I nod.

“Response not recognized,” says the face on the screen. “Does Earthgirl like Martian men?” I nod again.


“Yeah, I do like Martian men.” 

“Thank you. Does Earthgirl like sex?” 

“Y-yes. I do.”

“Thank you. Would you like to have sex with Martian men?”

The lights on the screen made it a bit hard to think but I pictured myself in bed with a Martian man. I was in heaven, drooling and with my eyes rolled back as I bounced on his cock.

“Yes…” 

“Thank you. Would Earthgirl like Martian cock?” I growled.

“Yes.”

“Thank you. Would Earthgirl like to have Martian cock inside her?” I blushed and smiled.

“Yes.”

“Thank you. Would Earthgirl like to suck Martian cock?” I began to pant. There was a strong heat welling up in me.

“Please. I’d love it.”

“Thank you. Would Earthgirl like for Martian men to cum on her face?” I started to shake.

“Yes! Yes I would!”

“Thank you. Would Earthgirl like for Martian men to cum in her mouth?” I licked my lips. Martian cum would be the most delicious thing I ever tasted. I never tasted it before but I knew from the bottom of my heart that I’d get addicted to it.

“I’d love nothing more!”

“Thank you. Would Earthgirl like to give away her freedom and become a slave of the Martian Empire? Would Earthgirl like to serve Martian soldiers with her body? Would Earthgirl like to swear off Earthmen forever? Would Earthgirl like to worship the Martian Emperor as a god?”

I was going mad with lust. It was too much. I felt like I had a fever. The idea of giving myself to my world’s conquerors was the sexiest thing I could imagine. I knew what my response was going to be.

“Yes!” I shouted. “Yes, yes to everything!”

“Earthgirl will explain.”

“I don’t want to be free anymore. I want to leave my old life behind! I want to be made into a devoted slave girl of my glorious Martian masters! I want my body to be a source of pleasure for the empire’s brave and sexy soldiers! I want to bask in their superiority to me and human men! I want to sing the praises of the magnificent being that now rules my home planet! I want it all!”

There was a brief silence before the voice spoke again.

“Earthgirl will cum.”

I arched my back and trembled as warm liquid gushed out of me as I screamed my lungs out. I was panting in the chair and barely noticed the guards come in.

I did it. I gave myself away to the Martians. Nothing else mattered but them. Nothing. They were the light of my life, my world.

“T-thank you,” I said, still panting.

“Acknowledged. Earthgirl, you will be taken for outfitting and begin your training in administering pleasure to Martians. You will obey.”

“Yes,” I said as I shakily rose out of the chair. My mouth watered when I looked at the guards. God, I wanted them to raw dog me right then and there. But I wasn’t trained. I wouldn’t be able to do my job properly. I looked back at the screen with a beaming smile.

“I will obey.” My heart fluttered when I was ushered out.

Embracing the inevitable was the best choice I ever made.



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