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They grab you forcefully and **** you into a room. Gabriella and Claire aggressively grab you while Whitney looks at you, a smug smirk on her face. "I thought you were smart," Whitney mocks.

Together, Gabriella and Whitney ruthlessly rip your shirt completely off your body, leaving you exposed. Sitting right there on the desk is a gorgeous, full-hourglass woman. You see a bountiful platinum blonde in her late twenties with a smooth, rich complexion—a flawless tan.

Madison looks at the other women and commands, "Girls, get him up. That is not how we treat assets." She turns her gaze entirely onto you. "I am the mayor of this town—I guess it's a city now. My name is Madison, but you can call me anything you want: baby, slut, or lover. May I call you Oliver?" She sexy purrs, "I am guessing you figured out how your planet has allowed us to choose men for retraining—the worst men on your planet—in exchange for a few technological advancements."

You catch your breath, staring at her. "Are your men extinct? And why don't you keep all of us?"

She gets up from the desk and approaches you. "First thing is first: I am not going to hurt you. No one is going to hurt you. You can yell and complain that we kidnapped you, but it will do no good. All it will do is turn me on more. Eventually, we will notify all the men on this planet, but not quite yet. To answer your first question: yes, all the men from my planet are long gone. They died either through war, trying to escape the planet, or from a devastating germ warfare that uniquely did not affect the females of our race. We decided we had to take one step back to continue our survival."

She steps closer, her presence entirely dominating the room. She looks you up and down. "Whitney, you did not tell me that he was so cute. I am going to have to make one selfish request: you have to join me in the Mayor's Mansion."

Madison's cheeks flush with a deep blush as she struggles to maintain her professional composure, clearly failing to hide how badly she wants you. "As for your second question," she continues, her voice trembling slightly, "all men are allowed to come here, but the portal classifies them as worthy or not worthy. If you are not worthy, like the scum being retrained, you will eventually die if you stay on this planet, so the portal lets you leave for Earth. But if you are worthy, your stay is permanent. The portal will never let you leave. Even if we used our very fast ships—in your terms, warp speed, we have seen your movies—it would take ten lifetimes to get back, and that portal will never let you cross back anyway. But you realize we only want to be with you... you humans smell real good, you're making me horny."

Madison smiles softly, looking down at you. "So, it is not a bad offer. We know the precise male-to-female ratio required to save our race. And let's face it: all men get seduced by women who otherwise would never look at them twice. As part of the trade-off with Earth, we get your movies and games out here, and we make them better. We actually have VR technology and hologram chambers we haven't even introduced to you yet. So, you will be staying at my home along with Whitney; she has plenty of fantasies about you. And I am going to personally make sure that this place is a Utopia for you."

She blinks at Whitney. "I will make sure all desires are met."