Aliens

Danielle wakes up expecting to see her living room with her couch and her TV, but instead finds herself lying on a hard metal table inside a strange glass room. She tries to get up but is somehow unable to despite not having anything restricting her.

A hissing noise gets Danielle's attention as she looks in front of her and a door opens. Danielle cringed back against the rough tabletop of the ship's claustrophobic cabin. The grinning, bronze-skinned barbarian advanced upon her in quick, sure strides, his immense, thick-muscled bulk blocking any possible escape routes. Crouching like a stalking predator, he nearly salivated as his eyes took in each of Danielle's supple charms, cataloguing them for future plundering.

Danielle yelped as the sweating brute lunged suddenly, quickly covering the remaining distance between them. His palms and fingers dug into the metal on either side of her, giving her little leeway for movement of any kind. His rock hard torso pressed against her, pinning her to the table. His chest heaved with lust, his eyes glistened with desire. His hot breath washed down over her like volcanic mist as he spoke.

"Now, pretty strumpet, you belong to Brom!" he snarled, grabbing her by the hair and tugging her head to one side so his lips could viciously maul hers. Pressing his body tightly against hers, he invaded her mouth with his probing tongue. He sucked the oxygen from her lungs in his urgency to have his mouth explore hers. His tongue again invaded her mouth, licking all around inside it, his lips fused against hers. His eager hands each roughly fondled a cloth-covered breast, squeezing and mauling the yielding pair as savagely as his lips mauled her mouth.

"Ahhh, you WANT Brom, don't you, wench?" the barbarian panted, reluctantly taking his mouth off of her for only a moment. "You want him inside you. You lust for him as he lusts for you. Is this not so?"