Another variant here is that you are both animals and find yourself in the same alien household, or perhaps nearby households. You escape. You have adventures, etc.

The most delicious variation though, I think, is for you to purchase her, and then, with her, working out the human relationships in detail, initiate a series of adventures in the galaxy, for example as the trapper and his purchased “pet,” the beautiful, intelligent, sensitive, aristocratic Earth girl, the stunning, naked brunet.

Such a variation permits exquisite developments and elaborations.

It may well be supposed that she does not soon yield to him, though perhaps, once in a while, summarily, perhaps when drunk, he rapes her. Even though, we suppose, she serves him from time to time as a rape slave, she has not been truly conquered. As a slave she knows she must expect rape. After a time, it no longer disturbs her. She even learns to read his moods and to anticipate when she will be raped. Aside from this she performs her slave duties in the ship for him, washing, cooking, cleaning, polishing his boots, and such. Their relationship becomes almost that of a man and a wife. She talks to him, and he listens to her. Doubtless there would be conflicts for dominance between them. On the other hand, the trapper, rough and masculine, isolated for months in remote regions of space, on strange worlds, where women are scarce, will not, unlike the weak men on Earth, be made miserable by his female.

One night he looks at her. “Why are you sitting at the table?” he asks her.

She looks at him, angrily, and rises, stepping away from the table.

She fingers her collar. He has never taken it from her.

“Remove your clothing and kneel,” he tells her.

She does so, and kneels beside the table, naked, in the collar.

“Your ass bears a brand,” he tells her.

It is the company mark, placed long ago on her, shortly after her capture, and the decision by the company hunters that she would be kept.

“Say your ass is branded,” he commands.

“My ass is branded,” she says, sullenly.

“Say, I wear a collar and my ass is branded,” he says.

“I wear a collar and my ass is branded,” she says.

He walks about her, regarding her. Then he sits down again. They look at one another.

She is suddenly frightened. She realizes now that he will no longer be content with his casual rapes, but that he intends to make her a complete slave girl; he intends to conquer her.

She looks at him, defiantly, proudly.

It will be an excellent fight.

For the first time he will set about taming her, turning her into an abject, adoring love slave, not only physically but emotionally at his mercy.

“I will resist you!” she cries.

“Splendid,” he says. “It will be excellent sport.”

The game is on.