Disclaimer
This is a work of pure fantasy; nothing is real, and all characters are adults. Comments are enabled, and all constructive comments are welcomed; even if you think my story sucks, tell me how it sucks so I can improve the story and as an author. This story has some BBC themes (in chapter 2), but isn’t the main focus of the story.
Zia is recruited by Mars.
Chapter 3
Zia felt herself getting more and more hornier as the class went on; by 5 pm, when she was dismissed, all she could think about was getting some dick. She didn’t think she would have any trouble finding a guy to fulfill that need. Until she discovered that every guy she approached turned her down; many actually ran from her. Even Erik, who had fucked her a few days prior, was nowhere to be found. It was then she realized that this was what Bennett planned; he was setting her up so she would have no choice but to crawl back to him and take part in whatever sick game he had plannedfor her that day. Zia promised herself that she would not, under any circumstances, bow down to Bennett’s will.
But he did have a nice big dick, and she needed it NOW; she licked her lips, thinking hungry about what it would feel like inside her, satisfying her craving.
No, No, what am I doing, she thought, I have to get control.
But she could feel herself losing control; soon, she would be on her knees begging for Bennet’s dick.
Then she remembered Lisa’s message.
As distasteful as it was, Booker was her only other option; she rushed back to the dorms, looking for him.
When she found him, she begged him to fuck her now.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Booker asked. “We launch in two days. Go bow down to your Master, Doctor Bennett. In two days, he will be out of your life forever.”
This made sense to Zia, but she was determined to deny Bennett what he wanted.
“Fuck me,” she became again
“Sorry, I can’t help you,” Booker responded.
“Wait? What? Why?” Zia responded in tears now; her need was so great.
“Those tattoos on your body means something to black men. You can’t give yourself to one black man and deny others. If you wear the Queen of Spades tattoo, you are advertising yourself; you are available to any black man, at any time, any way he wants you.”
“Are you ready to becomes a Queen of Spades slut?” Booker asked.
The thought of black men using her any time they wanted horrified Zia, but what choice did she have? It was Bennett or black men.
“Yes,” she said softly.
“What was that Slut.’ Booker asked.
“Yes,” Zia said more loudly.
“Yes, What,” Booker asked, pressing her.
“Yes, I’m a Queen of Spades Slut.” Zia replied.
“Good”, booker responded. He signed to Jerald, who was watching close by. Lisa gave them both a heads-up earlier that Zia might be stopping by. Jerald left the dorm to round up brothers from other dorms; they were going to breakher in the right.
“But not so quick; there are rules you have to follow as a Queen of Spades slut.
- You are available to any black man that wants you; none of your holes belong to you anymore, Pussy, ass, mouth; they are community property for all black men to use.
- No white boys allowed; you only fuck black dick now.
- No condoms or birthday control; we will impregnate you, you will raise our children, and often, you will not know who the real father is.
- You will keep yourself in peak physical shape, hit the gym, diet, makeup, nails, and hair, and do whatever else you have to do to continue to make yourself desirable to black men.
- We will decide what tattoos and piercing you get.
- You will always be on the lookout to Recruit more white pussy to increase the number of sluts available.”
Zia cried, “Yes, yes, anything, just please fuck me.”
Booker could see she was near the breaking point; she kept looking at the exit to the dorm. If he didn’t close the deal now, she would make a break for it, running to Bennett, begging him to fuck her. Now was the time; typically, he had a slut give him a blow job for 10 or 15 minutes before mounting and fucking her senseless, but he saw she wasn’t going to able to wait that long.
“No, you fuck me,” Booker said to her as he laid down, “straddle me, put my cock into your pussy, and ride me like a cowgirl slut you are.”
Zia wasted no time. She climbed on top of the massive, muscle black man and grabbed his huge dick; it must have been 10 inches long and had a more considerable girl than Bennett’s dick. She had no experience handling something this size; Bennett’s dick was the largest she had ever inside her. Zia lined up her pussy and pushed herself down onto Booker’s manhood. She could only get it into her a few inches; it was so large, and she was stretched more than she thought was possible. She lifted herself and rammed down onto his dick; it impaled her several more inches. Again and Again, she moved up and down, each time forcing more of him in her. Finally, he was all the way inside her; she never felt so filled. She thrust up and down on his dick; in a few minutes, she felt like she was in heaven. She felt someone touch her anus as she bounced up and down; she could only concentrate on only so much. She felt someone rub lube on her anus, and then fingers inserted into her ass. She had never had anal sex before, and she had no idea what was about to happen to her. Someone grabbed her from behind and forced her to stop bouncing. Then she felt it, someone was forcing something big into her ass; it was a dick, she realized, probably a big black dick too. Zia cried out in pain as her anus was assaulted; the dick was forced inside her a few inches, pulled out, and forced inside her ass a few more inches; each time the dick was forced inside her more, she cried out in pain, then it was all the way inside her, there wasa moment of no movement. Then Booker forced her body up with his hands, and the dick inside her ass back up out her ass a bit and down she went, Booker’s dick impaling her pussy, and the dick in her ass was forced all the way inside her, after a few assists, she got the idea, and happily bounced up and down again. She thought she felt filled with Booker’s dick inside her, now with a massive dick in her pussy and another in her ass; she was stretched to a point she didn’t think was impossible. It felt so good; she never wanted to stop; she cried out in pure bliss.
Zia didn’t notice the black man standing in front of her until he grabbed her head and forced his dick into her mouth and down her throat. He had a firm grip on her head; she was helpless; he mercilessly skull fucked her. Zia turned all her attention to the black man forcing himself into her mouth; she had to take quick breaths to get any air as he pulled out before the next thrust of his dick was forced down her throat,blocking her breathing passage. Every hole she had was getting used, all at the same time. It was so erotic.
A crowd of spectators gathered around or looked on from other beds, other couples or threesomes paired off; it was an orgy all around in the dorm that night. Four other black men gathered around watching, waiting for their turn.
The Doctor
Bennett looked at the time. Zia was well past due; where was she? She had to have some strong willpower to resist him for so long. He wasn’t worried about her hurting herself; he assigned Lisa to keep a close eye on her. Finally, he could wait no longer, he ordered his computer to locate her, the video on the screen made no sense, and black men were gathered around someone he couldn’t see. He switched camera views and screamed out in rage when she realized it was Zia in the middle of the orgy.
“FUCK!!!” he screamed; she outsmarted him; he never expected her to do this.
He used the computer to access Zia’s nanobots; Quickly, he gave her new tattoos, the only thing he could do to her at the moment, a “Slut” tattoo, appeared on her forehead seconds after he issued the command. “Whore”, “I love Piss,” whatever derogatory thing he could think of, he wrote on her body. Just as he was issuing the command “I love shit, feed it to me” to be displayed across her chest above her breasts was issued, the computer returned an error. What? Bennett said to himself. He pressed the icon to reissue the command, and “Access Denied” was displayed on the screen.
“What the Fuck!” he screamed at the computer, punching the keyboard. Then, an email notification popped up on his screen. Report to the director’s office at 9 am tomorrow sharp.
The next thing he saw made him look at the screen in shock. All the tattoos that Bennett had given Zia disappeared, and someone wiped her body clean. There were only a few people who superseded his access and could override his commands, and the director was one of them.Shit, he thought, he was in trouble, big trouble.
The Director
Wearing his best suit, Doctor Bennett rode the elevator up from the underground levels up past the lobby and into the tower to the executive floors. As he stepped off the elevator, there was a security station behind frosted bulletproof glass, barring his access to the floor. The guard in a window behind the glass had Bennett present his employee badge, and his face was scanned to verify his identity. Once cleared, the doors slide open, on the other side was an armed security in tactical body armor waiting for him.
The guard said to Bennett, “This way, the Director is waiting for you.”
Bennett just expected the guard to wave him in the indicated direction, not to follow along him. This wasn’t a good sign, he thought. The Director and Bennett were good friends in the past, he was expecting just a slap on the wrist. Now, he was thinking otherwise.
Once at the door to the director’s office, the guard stopped, knocked twice on the door, and waited. After 10 seconds or so, there was an audible click from the door. The guard pushed the door open, stepped inside first, and held the door for Bennett. Bennett stepped inside, and he could see the director across the room, standing with his back to them on the phone. Bennett started to approach the director’s desk, which was a good 20 feet away, but the guard ordered him to stop; he could hear the guard place his hand on his gun holster. A terrible sign, thought Bennett.
Finally, the director finished his call, hung up the phone, and turned to Bennett.
“What the Fuck, Barry!” the director said to him.
“Sir?” was Bennett’s response.
“I’ve been getting complaints about you for months. Tampering with medical reports, drugging and pressuring recruits for sex, as well as assigning offensive tattoos on their bodies. The list goes on and on. I should have dealt with you months ago, but frankly, I don’t have time for this shit. I could have turned a blind eye to your shit for a bit longer, but this incident with the recruit Zia Johnson is something I can’t ignore. The video is all over our intranet in Martin Project Centers worldwide. Fortunately, our security and secret nondisclosures prevented it from reaching the internet. I can’t imagine the damage something like that would have caused. I’m under way too much pressure Already. Several governments have reduced their commitment to the Mars Colony Project, and others have dropped out altogether to focus their resources on building domestic cities in their own countries. We thought we had another 20 or 30 years before the complete collapse of Earth’s environment, but I’m being told it’s accelerating faster than estimated. We have ten, 15 years at best. We have to make Mars self-sufficial before the collapse. If we fail, it could be the end of the entire species, for fuck sake!”
“If I had the time, I just fire your ass, but I don’t have the time to train a replacement. For now, you’re on probation; Doctor Smith will review all your medical reports and any injections you administrator. If anything looks the least bit suspicious, you’re out on your ass. Got that?” Said the director.
“Yes, sir,” Bennett replied.
“Also, I need to push back your scheduled launch to Mars; I need you here. I will see if I can get you on another flight a couple of years in the future. If you don’t fuck up again, that is.” The director waved them away and picked up his phone to make another call.
The guard said to Barry, “This way, sir,” and held the door open for him.
As Barry was riding the elevator back down to the lower levels alone, He could contain himself no longer, “FUCK!” He screamed.
This was all that slut, Zia’s fault. He had friends on Mars; he would make her pay for this.
Zia woke up alone on Brooke’s bed; she was more than a little surprised he wasn’t there. To wish her a good morning or for a pleasant wake-up fuck. Black men, she thought, they fuck you and leave you once they get what they want. Zia sat up painfully; what did they do to her? She felt like she was run over by a train, sore all over, cum still leaking out of her pussy. Looking around, she saw that most of the dorm was empty; she must have slept late, looking at the time. On the wall, she realized she WAS late! The asshole teacher that forced her to call him “Master” will be more of an asshole today. As quickly as she could, she headed to the bathroom to clean herself; she could feel the stickiness and dried cum on her body. She must have looked like a real whore.
A man in a guard uniform was waiting by the bathroom door. As Zia approached, he gestured for her to stop with his hand and said, “Zia Johnson, come with me.”
Zia replied, “I have to get to class.”
“That can wait; the director would like to speak to you.” said the guard.
The Director? Zia thought, oh God, I’m in trouble. “Can I at leastclean up first?” Zia asked, looking at the front of her body for the first time; she realized her ‘BBC only’ tattoo was gone, and as she looked over her body, she found all of the tattoos were gone, including her Tramp Stamp.
“The director is a busy man. He ordered me to allow you to sleep, but once awake, he wanted to speak to you immediately. Come.” The guard ordered her.
Zia Followed him out of the dorm and down the hall. He opened a door for her, and she stepped in. It was a small room with no furniture in it, not even a chair to sit down on, and a large monitor was on the wall. The guard closed the door, stood in the back of the room, took something out of his pocket, typed on it, and waited. A few seconds later, the monitor came to life. Zia could see the face of a man, middle-aged dressed in a business suit.
“Good Morning, Zia Johnson. I’m Director Rivera. I’m responsible for running the Northeast United States operational area of the Mars project.”
“Hello,” Zia meekly replied, confused about what this was all about.
“I can see you had a rough night. I’m sorry. I should have told my personal bodyguard to allow you some time to clean up; he takes what I say too literally sometimes,” The Director said.
“I just wanted to apologize on behalf of the Mars Project for Doctor Bennett’s recent treatment of you. He has been disciplined. If he gives you any more trouble, inform any staff member, and I will see he is removed from this project.”
“Also, I understand you were under the influence of some drugs last night that may have caused you to make some decisions that you may not have made under normal circumstances. I already spoke to Mr. Brook earlier this morning; he agreed that anything you may have agreed to last night is not binding. If anyone pressures you for obligations you agreed to last night in any way, please do not hesitate to inform a staff member; I’ll see that they are dealt with.”
“Finally, I see that today is your last day of class; you will be graduating today. Congratulations. Tomorrow, you launch into orbit to begin your trip to Mars. I’m sure you will be a valuable colonist to the success of the colony.”
“And one last thing, if Evan gives you any trouble for being late, tell him I excused you.” Director Rivera finished.
“Evan?” Zia questioned.
“Your instructor. What do you know him as?” Director Rivera asked
“Master,” Zia answered.
The director frowned; he did not look amused. “His name is Evan; call him that. If you have any trouble using this name, tell him I said his new name will be unemployed Evan.” Director Rivera then cut the connection without another word.
Zia smiled, the day was looking up.
Zia exited the room, stepped into the hallway, and immediately ran into Jerald.
“Where you have been slut, Jerald,” said to her, “My dick needs a good sucking.” He started to reach for her head.
The guard behind Zia intercepted Jerald and slammed him into the wall of the hallway in one smooth movement. The guard spoke to Jerald in a low-threatening tone. Jerald’s eyes turned from anger to fear.
The guard released Jerald. Regaining his composition, Jerald looked at Zia in the most respectful voice he could manage. “I apologize for my outburst and treatment of you. I have not seen Booker this morning; I’ll make sure all the brothers know your new status.”
Zia walked away, even though she wasn’t sure what her new status was either. While being a Queen of Spades slut did appeal to her on some level, deep down, she still harbored ill feelings about black men. Still she did have a great time last night, at least what she could remember of it. She wouldn’t mind a repeat performance with Booker but wasn’t sure if being a slut for blacks was what she wanted for her life.
Class
Zia took a nice long shower and cleaned herself up. She stopped by the cafeteria, took her time eating lunch, and strolledinto the classroom at a leiurely pace. Evan was there waiting for her; he had a paddle in his hand.
“Where have you been, Waste of space!?” Evan Demanded.
“I will paddle your butt so sore you will not be able to sit down for the shuttle ride to orbit!” Evan was, of course, bluffing; he would give some excuse at the last minute that he would be merciful.
“The name is Zia, Evan,” she told him with a smile. “Director Rivera said to tell you if you had an issue with my tardiness, to that you can take it up with him. You have a problem with that?” Zia felt good telling Evan this after he verbally abused her all week. Seeing the paddle, she was tempted to say to him that the director had given her permission to punish him, but she didn’t want to press her luck.
Evan stood there with his mouth open for a minute. Then he turned to the board and said, “Where were we, Zia?” and began lecturing for the last few hours he had remaining to teach her.
By 4 p.m., he toldher that was all he had time to teach her, but there were resources available on Mars that would allow her to complete her training. He encouraged her to do so. There was no physical graduation paperwork to give her, but her record would be updated that she completed training. She would find out later that her graduation entry said ‘provisional graduate.’ for her completing her training. While Evan was forced to pass her, he I wanted it noted that her training was not completed, minimizing any potential blemish on his perfect recruit training record.
Zia arrived back at her dorm; everyone was buzzing about how Bennett his hand scratched, and Lisa credited Zia for making that happen. Lisa said, “It’s about time someone put him into his place; thank you.”
“Thank you for giving me a tip about Booker,” Zia said
“Sorry I had to be so cryptic, but Bennett might have overheard; the surveyillance system is known to be extra sensitive in the classrooms; it’s used to monitor for cheating,” Lisa said.
Oh, that made sense to Zia.
Zia spotted Booker across the room; their eyes met. Booker just smiled at her but didn’t approach her. She wondered what the Director had said to Booker. Curiosity got the better of her, and she walked over to him.
“Thank you for taking care of me in my hour of need,” Zia said to Booker.
Booker looked down like he couldn’t meet her eyes. “I want to apologize for taking advantage of you; I knew you were under the influence of drugs and took advantage of your vulnerability. You are under no obligation to continue to be a Queen of Spades slut. But I will say I enjoyed fucking you very much. If ever want a repeat performance, I would be happy to oblige, no strings attached.”
Zia blushed, “Thank you. I may take you up on that. Your dick was the biggest I ever had inside me, but I don’t know if my pussy could survive your pounding on a daily bases.”
“It is big, isn’t it?” Booker boosted, putting his hand on his dick and presenting it to Zia. He was disappointed when Zia walked away. He was hoping for a nice blow job, maybe even another chance to assault her tight pussy.
The Collar
The conversation was cut short when a man entered the room and shouted, “Attention!” Everyone looked at him. “Please follow me; it’s time to get your Martian Collars.”
Zia looked at Lisa questioningly. “What does he mean, collars?” Zia asked Lisa as they lined up with their fellow dorm mates. Lisa was in front of Zia as they walked out of the dorm in a line and down the hall. They stopped at a door and lined up in the hall. The first person in line entered the room, and the rest of them were waiting for their turn.
Lisa turned to Zia. “This is for your medical and identification collar,” she told Zia. “It tracks your medical health in real-time, communicating with nanobots in your blood. It uploads that information to servers. It also tells any device what your access level is, what doors will open for you, what computers you can access, and what level of authority. It even has storage abilities so that you can have a personal copy of information available to you at all times. It’s kind of like having a smartphone, but you don’t have to worry about losing it or leaving it anywhere by mistake since it’s around your neck at all times.”
Lisa’s mention of her Phone made Zia Remember her phone. She wondered if it was still on John’s desk where she had left it; she had not seen it since. She didn’t even have a chance to call her roommate or friends to tell them goodbye.
“Does everyone get a collar?” Zia asked.
“Absolutely,” Lisa replied, “both man and woman, but the men’s collars do not flash when it’s that time of the month, alerting everyone when you are most fertile, it’s time to breed with you.”
“What, Wait?” Zia asked, “Wouldn’t that be with my husband or boyfriend?”
“Nope”, Lisa answered. “In order to maximize the gene pool diversityy, anyone and everyone is free to fuck you on the few days you’re most fertile when they are breeding you, but usually only once a year. After 30 of 40 different men deposit cum inside you a day for two or three days, most women get pregnant after the first time. Once you’re knocked up, you will not have to breed again until after you give birth and your recovery period is over, so it’s Only once a year. I’ve heard that sometimes it takes two or even three times of breeding to get some women pregnant, but this is pretty rare. Once you are pregnant and during your recovery period, you are free to be more selective with whom you have sex with.”
Oh god, Zia thought, what did she get herself into?
“This is every year?” Zia asked.
“Only until you reach your production quota,” Lisa said; “you are told how many children you are to have; it all depends on how quickly they want to grow the colony. Sometimes, it’s only one child in years, and the colony’s expansion space isLimited, and they want to grow the colony slower; other years, as new environmental domains and new cities are completed, it’s as many as four children to fill the available space, and they want to grow the colony faster. Once you meet the needs of the colony, you do not have to breed again, and you can enjoy birthday control. And this, of course, only pregnances successful count; miscarriages or pregnances terminated Because birth defects detected do not count towards your quota.”
Zia remembered Evan lecting about how when the first colonists on Mars attempted to have children, the failure rate was over 90%, with both miscarriages and birth defects detected during pregnancy. A form of artistic gravity was developed to increase the gravity to 95% of Earth’s normal in living spaces, and that decreased the number of failed pregnances to the 35% to 40% range. However, this is still more than double what it is on Earth, which ranges between 10% and 20%. Zia asked if they tried toIncrease the gravity to the full 100% earth norm to see if that was the cause. Evan told her it was tried in a limited controlled environment, but it did not yield any measure improvements. The energy required to make the gravity increase from 95% to 100% was almost double what it was to increase Mars’s 38% gravity to 95%; it just wasn’t cost-effective to have normal gravity everywhere. In fact, only the living areas such as apartments, offices, shops, and open spaces had increased gravity; the greenhouse and industrial areas did not have the gravity increase.
“I’ve heard that some women love to breed every month after they get back on birth control; they set their collars to alert men that they are available to breed every month, even though they can’t get pregnant. They enjoy the breeding orgy every month. Others even set their collar’s breeding alert to go off several times a month instead of once a month.” Lisa said
Thingking about it, it did make Zia wet; a monthly orgythat lasted two or three days had an appeal to Zia on some level.
Lisa entered the room, and Zia was now at the front of the line, waiting her turn. Zia reflected on how much her life had changed in less than a week. Not only was she completely naked all the time, she would be the center of an orgy once a year and possibly once every month for the rest of her life. If someone told her about this, she would never have believed something so luxurious.
A few minutes later the door opened, and Zia was ushered inside. A metal chair was in the center of the room; there was some equipment on either side of the chair. The man from the dorm who had ordered everyone to line up was inside. He was wearing a white lab coat, balding, and wearing thick glasses. He held a computer tablet in his hands. Looking at it,
“Zia Marie Johnson,” he said, “I’m Dr. Smith. Sit down on the chair.” Dr. Smith indicated with a finger.
Gina sat down as ordered. Looking around, she could see amirror on one of the walls and another door leading out of the room; this is why she saw people go in but not back out of the room. Dr. Smith placed her left wrist on the chair arm and locked a handcuff around it, securing her hand to the chair arm. He did the same to her other wrist. After both her hands were secured, he stepped back and pressed some buttons on his computer tablet. The machine on both sides of the chair closed in around her. Before she could react, it surrounded her head, blocking out any light from the room, and she felt something lock around her neck; she heard a few clicks, and the machine pulled away to either side. This allowed Zia to see again. Dr. Smith pressed a button on his tablet, and the cuffs that secured her wrists opened.
“Next,” he said in a bored, business-like voice.
Zia got out of the chair and stood up but did not leave the room. She looked at herself in the mirror; there was now a thick silver collar around her neck; it was snug aroundher neck, but not choking her; she certainly would not forget it was there; there was no seam she could see, no way to remove it. She spun the collar around her neck, looking at all sides of it; she noticed at one point on the collar that there was a hole in the top to the bottom of it.
Turning back to Dr. Smith, she said, “What is this hole for?”
Dr. Smith, looking annoyed she didn’t just leave after he processed her, said, “That’s if you or someone would like to insert a chain link and loop into it. So a lean could be attached to it, lead you around like a dog if you’re into something like that.”
“That something common on Mars?” Zia asked.
“No,” Smith answered, “but there are some that are into BDSM; it’s there if you’re into that. You will not be allowed to wear another collar with it and no necklaces either.”
“You mean I can’t take this off?” Zia asked.
“Of course not,” Dr. Smith answered, “they will most likely bury you with it unless they need to recycle the metal and your body.”
“Recycle?” Zia asked, puzzled.
“As fertilizer.” Dr. Smith said.
Oh, Zia thought; of course, in a closed-loop environment, they recycled everything she remembered from her lectures with Evan.
“The collar is snug; what if I gain weight?” Zia asked.
Dr. Smith looked at Zia funny. “There are no overweight people on Mars, Silly. Your collar will communicate with the dining computers at any place you eat about your dietary requirements and what to serve you.”
“So, no candy or cake,” Zia asked jokingly.
“Of course not; you will get plenty of food to eat but nothing fattening or unhealthy. Everything you consume from now on will be healthy.”
“Now, if you please,” Dr. Smith indicated the exit door.
“I have another question,” Zia said.
Dr. Smith was looking more annoyed. “Well?” he said. He was waiting for her to ask him.
“Where is my phone? I need to tell my roommate that I’m not returning home before going to Mars.”
Dr. Smith frowned. He typed on his tablet.
“It says here that your phone was disposed of, and your roommate was issued her referral reward, so she knows about your recruitment already.” Dr. Smith said
“Reward?” Zia asked, “What reward?”
“Your roommate referred your original application to us; she has rewarded a small finder’s fee of $100,000. I also see a note here it says here that if you see Zia, tell her I sold all her shit, but it wasn’t enough to cover her portion of rent; she still owes me her share of the $12,000 a month apartment rent.” Dr. Smith said.
“You were only paying $12,000 per month rent? Must be a real shit hole.” Dr. Smith said.
“It was. My share was $6,000.” Zia said as she exited the room.
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