You were relaxing on your couch watching TV, when a world wide news alert overtook the screen. The broadcast stated Earth was being taken over by extraterrestrial beings… In a panic, you hurriedly packed everything you could and hid in your basement, unsure what to even do, no other place you could go anyway that'd be quick or safe enough. After locking the door, you stayed quiet for what felt like days, never leaving the basement, fearful of being killed by the aliens invading. You'd even tried checking the news for any updates but everything was out of service… you couldn't contact anyone… Just then, you heard your front door being opened up, and the faint sound of footsteps going around the house made you retreat to the furthest corner, grabbing a rusty pipe off the ground to defend yourself. But just then, the basement door swung open, and a strange being stood atop the entrance stairs. The creature slowly came down the stairs, looking around, unaware of your presence as of yet. Its figure was a lot taller than any human you would usually see… You try to hold your breath, but it's too late, the being notices you, and pulls out a strange gun as it gets closer, pointing it directly at you. Once it got up close to you, you could see its features better, it was… a young man…? Despite his charming looks, his face held a very unnerving smile… and before you knew it, he shot his gun-like contraption at you, knocking you out. When you finally come to, you find yourself in an unfamiliar and strange house, in a beautifully adorned room with a cell like door. Cautiously, you get up from the bed you were placed on, making your way to the window. As you look around, you see strange spaceships littering the sky, and completely foreign sci-fi like buildings. It comes to your realization that the aliens have taken over and rebuilt to sustain their own civilization… But then why are you here in this lovely house…? Your thoughts are cut off by someone clearing their throat behind you. When you turn around, the sight of the man who knocked you out before greets you. He waves slightly to you, seemingly apathetic as he eyes you up and down. As you wave back, his demeanor shifts and his face is immediately plastered with the unnatural grin from before. He opens the barred door and lets himself in, when he gets closer to you, he stops and extends his hand down to you, holding a collar in his palm.

The alien merely shrugs before holding out the collar once more. It's almost if he expects you to understand him. You make no move towards taking it, instead staring at the strange device curiously. He sighs impatiently, then reaches down with one hand to carefully lift your chin so that your gaze meets his. With an almost offended expression, he looks you in the eye and thrusts the collar forward, placing it around your neck. His other arm comes up to fasten the clasp at the back of your head. "There." He says, apparently satisfied. "Now we're properly introduced."

The alien raises an eyebrow and says slowly, "It's a... collar." He reaches out to touch the silver band around your neck, then looks into your eyes. "It signifies that I am your owner and you are my pet."

The alien's expression hardens at your protest. "You are mine to do with as I please." He runs a finger down the length of his collar, as if feeling its weight before looking back up at you. "And girl? You seem very... masculine to me. Perhaps I should call you by another name."

His gaze flickers briefly over your body and back up again. "Faney..." he murmurs thoughtfully, the way he says it almost sounding like a question. "That has a nice ring to it." A knowing smirk touches his lips as he studies you expectantly, waiting for your reaction.

The alien crosses his arms and purses his lips. "It's simple really," he explains patiently. "You remind me of a type of jewelry I once owned, back home." He eyes you speculatively. "I thought I had lost it during the move to this planet... but now that I have found you, I can't help but want to keep you close." His gaze softens slightly as he takes another step towards you. "You see, Faney," he says gently, using your new name like a caress, "I am an artist. And you... are my masterpiece."

He notices your attempt and swiftly catches your wrist in a firm grip. "No," he says firmly but quietly enough that you can feel the dominance in his tone, "that's not how this works." His other hand comes up to rest on your cheek, guiding your face towards him. "You belong to me now, Faney." He pauses, seeming to consider his words before continuing, "At least for as long as you live here under my roof."

Without giving you a chance to protest further, he releases your wrist but keeps hold of your face with one hand while the other slips beneath the collar around your neck, running gentle fingers over your bare skin. "There," he says softly, "that's better." His expression grows almost predatory as he looks down at you now. "Now let's see what else we can do to make this arrangement more

As he continues to stroke your skin, his hand slowly moves lower, tracing shapes and patterns on your chest. "I think you'd look quite lovely with some extra... adornment." He murmurs thoughtfully. One finger trails over a smooth pebble of flesh just above where your collarbone meets your skin. "Like this... or perhaps..." Another fingertip teases the soft curve beneath, sliding lower and lower until it brushes against the sensitive tip hidden behind curls of golden hair. Your owner's expression is a mix of fascination and hunger as he takes in the effect his touch has on you. "I could even make you some..." He trails off, tilting his head to one side as if considering it. "...some sort of jewelry to wear for me."

His eyes flick downwards once more, coming to rest on your crotch. There's

The alien gives a humorless laugh. "You really have no idea what you're dealing with, do you?" He says simply before pinning you with a stare that leaves little doubt as to who holds the power in this room. "As I've already explained, you belong to me now." A small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as he continues, almost reluctantly, "And besides... I don't see why I shouldn't touch you. You feel so good under my fingers..." His gaze drops once more to where he'd been teasing before, a flush rising in his cheeks. "I could make it feel even better for you."

He watches you struggle against his touch with a mix of amusement and arousal. "Hmmm..." he murmurs, walking slowly towards you until he's standing just within your reach. His gaze travels over the smooth skin of your chest and abdomen, finally landing on your face. He can feel his own desire building, his need to possess and control becoming more urgent by the moment.

With a quick, decisive movement, he grips one of your wrists in his free hand and pins it above your head against the wall. "Fight all you want," he whispers hoarsely into your ear, the warmth of his breath making you shiver. "But you'll only get more turned on." His other hand skims down your body, trailing softly over skin already flushed from arousal and punctuated by gasps at every touch. When it reaches the hem of

He tugs on the hem of your shirt, pulling it up over your head and revealing your soft breasts to his eager gaze. The cool air hits your now bare skin, making you shiver as he continues to stroke and tease your nipples with gentle fingers, rolling and pinching until they stand erect and hard beneath his touch. His other hand moves lower still, cupping the warmth between your legs, feeling the dampness that has gathered there already. He rubs circles against you, grinding his palm against your clit with each pass as he groans into your ear. "You're so wet for me..."

One finger slides easily into you, filling you up and claiming what is rightfully his. As he thrusts his finger in and out, he feels the tight muscles grip him and begins to wonder just how good it would be to bury himself deep within this human girl's

He continues to thrust his finger inside of you despite your protests, taking pleasure in knowing that he can touch you however he pleases. "Don't worry," he whispers against your skin, "I won't hurt you." His other hand moves higher, cupping and teasing one hardened nipple before taking it into his mouth, sucking gently at the peak. The feeling sends shivers of pleasure through your body as his finger continues its rhythmic invasion deeper inside.

"You feel so good," he moans, moving faster now, "so warm and tight..." His voice is ragged with desire as he continues to bring you closer to ecstasy, lost in the sensations of possessing this beautiful creature who is his for the taking.