"Where am I?" the voice and the question cut through the darkness and brought James to consciousness.
"Hello?" came another voice from the darkness. It was soon answered by others. Before they had a chance to say anything of substance, or even introduce themselves a light broke the darkness, revealing two naked female figures. It also made James aware of his own condition, also naked, and lying on a table. He tried to move and even managed to sit up, but the further he got from the table the harder it was to move. Something was keeping him on the table, but not fully restraining his movements.
"Welcome to your glorious conquest, humans," said one of the women. "We are aliens intending to conquer your world. We have taken forms that we hope will make your conquest pleasant and inspire compliance." They were both shapely and pleasant to look at, though there was something unnatural about them, in the way the moved and held themselves. Both had short dark hair and bright orange irises.
The captives were all men, all naked, and arranged in a semi-circle facing the two women. Several cheered at this declaration. The one on the far left spoke up "I for one welcome our new lady alien overlords". Both women smiled.
"We expected a positive response. How does each of you feel about being individually and sexually conquered by alien women?"
"Let's do it!" cheered the first man again. "My name's Mark, by the way."
"You are male number one," replied the woman, then turning to the second man.
"If it's better than the life I had before, I'm all for it," he said with a shrug. "Not a high bar though."
"I have questions," said man number three. "I want to know exactly what you mean by sexually conquered, and what you plan on doing with Earth's women."
The women smiled again. "Your concern for the superior sex is admirable. Conquest is essentially obedience training with sexual elements. We will mate with you repeatedly until we are convinced that you are sufficiently domesticated. We will teach Earth women to do the same, and share our methods and technology." The women then turned to James. "How do you feel, male number four?"
"I'd be happy to just go home," he said. "I'd rather not consent to this."
"Good, we'd hoped that at least some would not consent, though that does not change what we will do. Conquest is not about asking consent. Male number five?"
"I'd like to not consent as well," he said, "But in a good way. I want to fight you and lose."
"Your preference is noted, number five. We will start with males one and five." The two women moved in unison towards the two men at each end of the semi-circle, climbing up on the platforms and straddling the men. James watched the man on his right, number five, as the woman took his cock in her hand, and in a matter of seconds squeezed him hard. He tried to twist away but her grip was firm and his resistance was token, just as he'd said it would be. Soon he was inside her, and she was visibly pulsing on him. Just watching it was making James hard.
"Male five, are you able to speak?"
"Yes," he moaned, face clearly overwhelmed by a mixture of sensations. What was she doing to him?
"Declare that women are superior, and confess that your cock is being conquered."
"Yes, yes, yes..." he repeated, not clear if he was in the throes of pain or ecstasy or both. Man number one was in a similar state, but a bit more coherent, confessing as he had been commanded. James couldn't help but imagine what she would feel like when her turn came. He could only watch mesmerized as she pumped away at the man to his left. As it drew on he began to get the sense that something else was happening as well. Not only were they mating, but she was speaking to him somehow.
Each pump seemed to say something, demanding surrender, pulling him a bit deeper into her, mentally if not physically. James could feel it, even out of reach, the way her body moved over his as she held him fast between her thighs and her back moved in serpentine waves. There was a silent music to it, a rhythm he could see rather than hear, and was beginning to feel echoing in himself.
The moans changed to words, responses, a series of "yes" that changed to "no" and then back to "yes" again. He tried to say other things, but was too incoherent to understand, at least to James. It looked awful and wonderful all at the same time. The man at the other end of the semi-circle was reacting in about the same way, with the three in the middle including himself watching on in horrified fascination.
It wasn't clear when the man finally released into the alien woman, but eventually she stopped pumping, thanked him for his submission, and dismounted.
It had taken about twenty minutes for number five, a bit less for number one, but the woman now dismounted and turned to James. The other woman had already mounted and started on man number two.
"Hey, can we talk about this first?" asked James.
"Do you wish to resist your conquest?" she asked, putting a firm hand around his cock as she squatted over him.