Friday night at the movies

The curtain of the theater sweeps open, and you take your seat beside your girlfriend, Sarah. The room is filled with the echoes of young, rowdy men, eager to watch the latest action blockbuster. Popcorn and soda are shared, and the scent of salty snacks fills the air.

The lights dim, and an expectant hush falls over the audience. The hiss of the projector greets your ears, but rather than the film starting, something different happens.

A series of sharp cracks echo through the theater, and suddenly, you feel a pair of metal shackles clamp down on your wrists, holding them firmly to the arms of your seat. You turn to Sarah in shock, your eyes wide with surprise, but before you can utter a word, something clicks against your ankles, restraining them, too. Panic rises in your throat.

"What the hell is this?" you manage, straining against the restraints.

Before either of you can react further, a figure appears on the screen, its image larger than life. It's a Martian, his muscular body defined and powerful.

"Hello, Earthlings," he booms. "Normally, I prefer a more personal touch, but I'm behind on my quota so I'm taking all of you today!"

He chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound that echoes through the darkened room. "You thought you were here for a simple movie, but instead, you're starting the first step on the road to your new lives as sluts for the Martian empire. Resist if you wish, humans. It won't stop the transformation, but it will make me enjoy watching all the more."

Your heart races, and a wave of fear washes over you. Transformation? What does he mean?

As you struggle, the Martian's image continues, his voice taking on a sinister tone. "Some of you are already equipped to enjoy my toys, but fear not, the rest of you will soon be prepared. We Martians have a need for new breeders, and what better way to fulfill that need than by turning your pitiful men into lusty sluts?"

Sarah's gasps. "Oh my..." she whispers, her voice laced with fear and....excitement?