They came three months ago. The Martians. When news of the first ships getting into orbit was made public, there were so many conflicting feelings. A lot of people were nervous, some wanted to wait and see what would happen. I was one of the tens of millions that was overjoyed. We had proof there was life on more worlds than Earth. So many new possibilities seemed to open up. So many of our planet's problems seemed to be ridiculously small compared to what we could achieve if we could make things work with the Martians.

But they weren't here to talk. They didn't come to negotiate. They came to conquer. Their ships positioned themselves over the major cities and destroyed any potential threats before landing and letting their soldiers out to mop up. Once Los Angeles fell, they started putting together an administrative sector to oversee the occupied area near where city hall used to be. Buildings that looked like futuristic mushrooms. They made a perimeter around the place.

Just like that, we were occupied. We're living on what the invaders call the territory of the Martian Empire. They've been erecting statues of their leader in multiple parts of LA like Hollywood and Chinatown. Aside from the regular Martian soldiers, they've been using these floating robots to keep an eye on things. There are still people fighting the occupation though. I heard of one cell that's a mixture of LAPD and gang members that buried the hatchet.

I'm not in the resistance. I'm just trying to get by. Which is why I have no idea why I'm...wherever I am. I blacked out when I was on my way to get some food and I woke up in some kind of cell. The walls are all purple and I'm laying on my back in a bed or cot or something. I woke up without my cloths on and there's these jewel looking things on my nipples. I have these...I dunno...cuffs on my wrists and feet that are keeping me pinned. Looking at a black screen near me, I can tell that I have this weird thing on my head that looks like a futuristic crown.

A metallic door slid open, and a young Asian woman dressed in fishnet lingerie walked in, her black heels clacking on the floor. She had something in her hands that looked like a tablet.

"Oh god, you're up!" she said with a grin. "We can start the intake process then. That's already five this morning." 

Of all the questions swirling in my mind, one of them came out before all the others.

"Intake?" She giggled.

"Why yes! You've been selected to become a Joy Girl, one of the hundreds of human women who are tasked with pleasing our glorious Martian masters here at the Pleasure Dome! They like Earth girls so very much, and they're so, so, passionate."

I was floored. Joy Girl. Like what, a prostitute? For the Martians? The idea made me want to hurl. I scowled.

"And how the fuck are you gonna convince me to spread my legs for those freaks?!"

"Simple, the choice won't be yours to make." She replied. I was still processing what she said when the screen front of me started to display some randomly shifting color pattern. It was only a few feet away from my face. Looking at it made me feel...weird. I had this tingling sensation in my head and no matter what I did I couldn't take my eyes off the screen. It was getting harder to focus too. I tried to force myself to resist whatever this was doing to me.

"That's it, just look at the screen. Just lose yourself in the pulsing light."

"What's...what're you..."

“Relax.” she said. She sounded like a bell, clear and comforting. For some reason, I felt like I could really trust her.

“Now, Lindsey, can you hear me?”

“Yeah...” I replied.

"I know you don't have the most charitable views of our masters, but they can make you feel so, so good. Would you like an example?"

"Uh...sure...cool." I felt a hot tendril reach down from my back to my pussy. For a second, my breath hitched.

"Did you like that? Martian technology is so wonderful! How's about this?" Another surge of pleasure erupted from the soles of my feet, making my toes curl. 

"Did you like that?"

"Y...yeah..." I said, panting.

"Good. That's how good the Martians want you to feel. They love seeing the pleasure scrawled on your face. They love seeing their Earth girls made happy. Isn't that nice of them?"

I started to nod a bit.

"Yeah...real nice..." The girl giggled again.

"I want you to keep staring into the screen like you are now, alright? Just let the pleasure build and wipe away all those nasty thoughts about our masters. This should help." She tapped something on the tablet that showed the skeletal face and huge brain of a Martian. Its bulging eyes had that same pulsing light in them.

I felt another surge of pleasure spread across my body as I stared into its eyes.

"You will repeat," said the face on the screen. "I love Martians."

"I...love...Martians..." I gasped when I felt my feet being stimulated again.

"Again."

"I love...Martians..." Yet again, my toes curled as pleasure surged up my legs. I was starting to feel really good. Wet too.

"I want to surrender to my Martian masters.”

"I want to surrender...to my Martian masters."

I screamed as another jolt of pleasure wracked my body.

“Repeat.”

“I want to surrender to my Martian masters!”

I was given the jolt again.

“You want to pleasure your Martian masters.”

“I want to pleasure my Martian masters!”

"You are a slave of the Martians."

"I am a slave of the Martians."

After the jolt, I shuddered. Something warm dribbled down my right leg. Thought the mental haze, I realized that I came. The Martians...made me cum. I heard the woman laughing as the Martian head disappeared.

"Well, if the readouts are correct, that's stage one of your intake finished. There's still a bit of a ways to go though, but I'm sure you'll enjoy every second of it. You'll be eating out of the glorious green hands of our masters in no time!"

I just smiled, still in a bit of a daze. I wasn't afraid or angered by what she was saying.

In fact, I could hardly wait.