Zia Gets Hired by Mars Chapter 2
Prologue:
This narrative solely encompasses an imaginative dimension. No factual intricacies are involved; hence, all individuals are of legal age. Critical observations are more than welcome, even if they deem my story inferior. Although twoative elements portray some BBC allure (in chapters 2 and 3), this aspect doesn't dominate the narrative.
A Martian Recruitment:
Chapter 2 - Zia's Training
Evan has served as an unyielding principal; his role was to scrutinize potential candidates before committing the Mars Colony project to investing excessive amounts of finances and resources into them. Pupils would undergo computerized or instructor-guided training and undergo tests every few days, a maximum of a week. They were permitted two attempts to pass each exam. Although similar questions were not asked in subsequent exams, the underlying subject matter remained constant. Generally, scholars graduated from his Martian academy after a period of two months. Upon completion, they featured substantial comprehension regarding Mars Colony operations, together with specialized training integrated to their designated occupations.
Upon discovering that they were sending him a student who required training to be prepared for the Martian Colony in under a week, Evan found this directive less than desirable. He could verbally quiz the student yet was prohibited from offering assessments. His objections were discarded. The fact that she failed to connect two sentences did not matter; she must pass.
Upon witnessing a young lady enter the academy for the first time, Evan entertained a negative disposition towards her. He believed she had purchased her way into the esteemed position. Despite being entrusted with her education for merely a week, Evan deemed his mission to be a matter of great significance. He seized every opportunity to entice her into relinquishing her entrance, endeavoring to preserve his reputation of providing first-rate, learned colonists for the Mars project. His institution was not the only Martian training facility on Earth, but he vowed to make it the most exceptional.
Upon descending the stairwell, Zia observed a classroom void of other students. Seated at a desk protruding from the front of the room stood a man of average height clad in preppy garments. Viewing another person, adorned in apparel, was an anomaly for Zia, given her spectral encounters.
"You're tardy," the man spat, flustered.
"I'm sorry," responded Zia, apologetic. "This is my initial class session, and I found locating the classroom quite difficult."
"Forgo your hollow defenses for your lover. Position yourself near the front of the room and take a seat," dictated the man.
As Zia complied, she presented herself to the supervisor: "My designation is Zia."
Master, the instructor, curtly dismissed her introduction. Following a minute of silence, Zia inquired, "What is your nom de plume? Where are the other students?"
"Upon the departure of your companions for shuttle launch 5821, they concluded their training weeks ago," retorted Master. "You are seven weeks late for your educational commencement," he condescended further. "You may address me as 'Master.' It's befitting that I'm the preeminent instructor here, while you are a 'Waste of Space' until I deem you worthy of completing your education."
Zia contemplated the derogatory remarks; she could not anticipate who had provoked Master's sour mood. Irrespective, it was too late to backtrack.
Thereupon, Master engaged in imparting knowledge. He rapidly glossed over historical accounts documenting how the settlement was founded, its struggles, and the lessons learned from their earlie
Lisa had been waiting for Zia outside the class. Doctor Bennett had instructed her to guide Zia around the center until she got accustomed to it. Doctor Bennett had also hinted that if Lisa could manage to have a 'play' session with Zia, he would be rewarded for his efforts. Lisa was all about climbing the ladder, so he confidently reassured the doctor that he wouldn't face any trouble getting Zia on board.
"Hello," Lisa greeted enthusiastically upon seeing Zia.
Exhausted from the class, Zia greeted back but didn't feel like exchanging pleasantries. She wanted to get some rest more than anything at the moment. Lisa kept chattering as they walked, informing Zia that they'd be sharing a bed in the dorms.
"But I won't get a separate room?" Zia asked, confused.
"Uh-uh," Lisa replied, "It's one big room with twenty-five double beds evenly spread out. There are no walls or curtains between the beds. It's to help us all get used to being together naked, which will be essential on Mars."
"Uh, what?" Zia queried, finding the concept baffling.
"Yup," Lisa replied, "Co-ed!" she exclaimed, dragging Zia along.
They entered the dorm, and Zia was instantly shocked. The room was filled with naked people socializing, men and women alike. Lisa told her there were around 50 individuals assigned to this dorm, who would be the same people joining her on the shuttle for the Mars mission.
Lisa pulled Zia towards a group of people and introduced her to one of them, "This is Erik, my ... guy."
"You mean boyfriend?" Erik asked.
Lisa playerfully corrected him, "Boyfriend, fuck buddy ... it's the same thing to me, as long as I get some more of this inside me tonight." She teased, grabbing Erik's penis.
Curious, Erik questioned, "Who's your new friend?"
"This is Zia," Lisa replied. "She's a recruit."
"We're so close to the launch! There's not enough time to add anyone new," Erik remarked.
"Zia's a late arrival; you heard about Lee, right? she asked.
"Yeah ... I miss her tight pussy already," Erik said. He tried visiting the infirmary to comfort Lee, but Doctor Smith did not allow it. The doctor was not keen on having her distracted from her speedy recovery. "The way she orgasms, I get why he stopped me from doing that," Lisa joked, wrapping her arms around Erik.
Noticing Zia, Erik asked, "And how tight are you, Zia?"
Zia blushed in embarrassment, "I don't know ... are all men this forward?"
Lisa slapped Erik playfully, "Stop with that! You're so rude."
A man approached them, his hands immediately on Zia's breasts. Zia was taken aback. Angry, she snapped, "Don't you dare! How dare you?"
Trying to diffuse the situation, Lisa stepped forward, "Zia, meet Jerald. Zia is new — give her some time to adapt, Jerald."
Jerald shrugged, "A guy understands, but ... well you know, presenting yourself like you're ready, it's all wrong."
Confused, Zia turned to Lisa, "What did he mean?" she asked.
"Maybe it's the Tramp Stamp," Lisa mused, "Maybe it's just how men are."
Another lady walked up and greeted Zia. "Zia, I'm Carrie. There are too many of us large-breasted women here. Is this a deliberate choice?" she asked, checking Zia's breasts.
Zia was finding all these extraordinary encounters quite refreshing and beginning to feel like nudity was absolutely fine. She also noticed that most women had large breasts, which seemed no coincidence. "So, most women seem to have big breasts here," she commented.
"Yep," Carrie remarked, "Space travel might cause this somehow."
Lisa chuckled, "Nah, sweetie. It's one perk of being a colonist. They'll cover the costs if you want breast implants. Most women go for the bigger sizes. My 36Cs are perfect. My breasts were so small before. Unfortunately, it's too late for you to improve; a week isn't enough time to get the surgery and recover. But it doesn't seem like you need help there. You're blessed with incredible breasts already."
Zia mingled with everyone in the room when Lisa introduced her to the final person, a big, muscular Black man named Booker. Zia attempted to keep her composure, so she respectfully shook Booker's hand, but after a strong grip, he didn't let go.
"I noticed you turned down Jerald. I think I'm the preferred type you're seeking." Gently, he pulled her hand and led her towards a nearby bed.
Zia was confident in her resistance and firmly shook her head. "No, thank you!"
Booker questioned her, "You won't find a bigger black cock than mine."
He continued, "Once you've tasted this, you'll abandon whoever you're fucking."
Zia was taken aback. "None? A black man has never!" She stopped speaking, indignant that he would refer to her as if she were a common prostitute.
"NEVER?" Booker asked, then a giant grin appeared on his face. He realized that the Doc was playing with her. She had no idea that a large Queen of Spades tattoo was between her shoulder blades on her back. If she knew what it symbolized, it would enlighten her. He smirked as he glanced at Jerald across the room. He knew Jerald wouldn't give up so quickly; he would keep attempting to win Zia's affection. Booker settled back, anticipating the performance.
Zia was perplexed. "Are all black men like that?" No white men she met behaved this way upon first meeting her.
The lights in the room started to dim, indicating it was time to sleep. Lisa guided Zia to her bed, and they both lay down. Zia was weary, but she couldn't sleep. A few minutes after lying down, Erik approached Lisa and began kissing her on the same bed next to Zia. Her arousal increased as she watched. She caressed herself, feeling more lust than she ever had before.
When Erik assisted Lisa into a missionary position, she spread her legs for him and he slipped in. Zia's arousal reached new heights. She continued to watch them coupling, feeling increasingly turned on.
Doctor Bennett monitored this from a separate room through a screen. He was nearly ready. The hormones and submissive-inducing drugs he had injected into Zia earlier in the day were having the desired effect, which he had planned. It was time for him to join the act.
Zia continued to pleasure herself; her passion was uncontrollable. As her desire intensified, she heard herself whisper to the engaged couple, "Come on, Erik. Fuck me next."
Lisa grinned and said, "Erik's preoccupied, but I can share."
Zia heard another voice near her bedside, "Erik can wait. My cock is ready." She recognized the voice as Doctor Bennett. She looked at him with unbridled lust, "Fuck me." She pleaded.
Doctor Bennett obliged, mounting Zia, quickly sliding his massive erection into her. She was his to exploit, and he intended to use her any way he pleased. He planned to make their intercourse rougher than usual; none of his conquests turned him down when he required sex. He fucked every woman who entered his examination rooms, one way or another before they graduated. Either via drugs, pressure, or coercion. Bennett avoided caring, women's purpose in life was to satisfy their desires.
Bennett was startled at how tight Zia was. Although he fingered her earlier in the day, the sensation's intensity took him by surprise. A woman her age should have been much looser; he was positive that she barely had a handful of sexual encounters before this. He would have to enquire about it, as professionals' privacy policy demanded.
Zia was in ecstasy; Bennett's penis was so large it expanded her vagina more than she had ever felt. She adored the sensation of it entering and exiting her. He pressed his lips to hers, and their tongues mingled. It persisted; at times, he gripped her breasts and tilted backward. And went at her with rapid, brief thrusts, others; he positioned his entire weight on her, slowed down his speed, and they French kissed. Zia had an orgasm so potent that she questioned if it was her first genuine orgasm. The feeling was astonishing. She was in the missionary position the whole time, only minor alterations on the manner Bennett fucked her. Eventually, after what appeared to be an hour, he ravished her with every ounce of his strength and erupted inside her. Zia could sense his semen coating the interior of her vagina. Subsequently, she sank into a blissful slumber, wholly content.
Zia arose perplexed. She opened her eyes and anticipated finding Bennett on top of her, but she realized it was Erik, not Barry. Zia inquired, "What are you doing?" she inquired confusedly.
Erik replied, "You asked me to fuck you next last night; I am just fulfilling your wishes."
Zia recalled the previous night and what she requested him to do. She wasn't quite in the mood for sex right now but presented no resistance as Erik consorted with her. "Holy fuck, you're tight" Erik commented, pleased by her. Erik didn't last long before he climaxed within her.
Zia experienced a moment of fear, "Wait, I'm not on the pill."
"Calm down," Lisa reassured her, observing them. "All the women here have been given pregnancy prevention medication, including you; you won't be able to conceive, regardless of how often you sleep with someone. Once we reach Mars, you will become pregnant then."
"I don't intend to have children any time soon," Zia responded, relieved.
"Best of luck with that," Lisa countered, "Birth control is outlawed on Mars. What else would lead you to believe they wanted to ensure you were fertile?"
Breakfast
After showering, the three of them went to the dining hall; as they were in line, obtaining breakfast, Zia was astonished to discover another pair fucking against the wall. A woman of Asian heritage was leaning against the wall, and a white guy was penetrating her from the rear. She didn't recognize either of them; they must have been from a different dorm. Lisa realized Zia was gawking at the scene.
"You'll become accustomed to this; being nude gives us the liberty to act upon our impulses," Lisa informed her. "Anytime, anywhere."
I wonder if it will be like this on Mars, Zia pondered.
They sat at a table, Lisa and Erik with their backs to the wall, Zia facing them. A dark-skinned male with an enormous erection walked up to their table; he virtually thrust it into Zia's face. Zia recoiled in her chair.
"It requires sucking, suck it slut." The black male told Zia. She regarded him with revulsion, yet another Black man who believes he is an earthly gift.
"Fuck off," Zia told him.
"Uncultured bitch, who's your owner? He must correct your manners." he said aggressively. "You can't wear those colours without obeying all your Masters. You are not one of those mad white ladies who believe they are powerful women who control their destiny, are you? Your destiny is to lust after black cocks slut." The black man said.
Zia was afraid he'd try to force himself on her, but he strode off, grumbling to himself. Zia reflected she worthlessly possessed a Tramp stamp; that was the only explanation she could think of as to why black men were bothering her. Why didn't they pester other white women the same way? Perhaps they did, and Zia had been oblivious?
The incident jolted Zia; remarkably, Lisa and Erik didn't comment about it as though it were completely typical to have a black penis jabbed, in your face, first thing in the morning. Zia completed her breakfast and rushed off to class.
Lessons
Zia was in class, listening to the 'Master' lecture about deconstructing everyday objects created on Earth to be replicated with materials accessible on Mars. He discussed how the alternative designs tended to be crude and unsophisticated, but provided they accomplished the functions, the objective would be attained.
Zia interrupted his lecture with a query, "Master, why is birth control illegal on Mars?"
Master appeared exasperated, more so that the question was not related to the topic he was currently teaching.
"Well, 'Frugality' humans have merely been residing on Mars for 30 years. There are no protracted investigations of the consequences of lower gravity on the human body and child development. Considering the restricted time available to make the Martian colony prosperous, it's vital to speed up certain research endeavors; in lieu of time, having more test subjects is required to generate beneficial findings." Master explained.
"So we are lab rats," Zia inquired.
"So it would appear," Master responded.
To an extent, yes, we acquire knowledge from our surroundings. Do note that we don't have optimal conditions to build a sustainable Martian settlement; if we were given centuries instead of just a couple of decades, we could be more cautious and well-informed about the hazards and how to tackle them, rather than rushing into the task.
"What leads to the sense of time pressure in the Martian project?" she inquired, surprised.
"It's not Mars; it's Earth that has a deadline. While the authorities paint a picture of improvement, you need only look around to realize things are deteriorating rapidly. We're beyond the point where Earth can maintain its ecosystem; it will take anywhere from 10,000 to a million years before life can thrive on Earth once again. Rest assured, Earth will heal itself, but by then, there might not be any human beings left to experience it." Master closed his explanation.
"So we're doomed?" Zia exclaimed.
"We'll be if we try to retreat to environmental domes on Earth. The situation will deteriorate gradually until extinction follows this route. But if we establish a sustainable Mars colony, we can thrive, develop, and eventually colonize the stars. The Master stated with optimism. "That is how significant the Martian colony is. It's our sole chance at long-term survival." He clarified her query. The Master then continued with his talk, as she never interrupted him.
Doctor's Office
Zia revisited Doctor Bennett's office. She occupied the exam table; he had just administered more injections. Her pussy was moistening due to his last entry. He asked her to stand up; he wanted to apply more body decorations. She obeyed his commands blindly, unaware of the consequences. After just a few days, Bennett had complete control of her.
He fetched a tablet and typed several commands. A Spades symbol surfaced above her pussy, accompanied by a Q. "What's BBC?" Zia inquired.
"Barry Bennett's Cock or Barry's Big Cock, if you like," the physician replied. "I'm declaring you my possession. Keep away."
"And the playing card symbol and Q?" she asked again.
"You are my queen," Bennett stated. "Throughout history, the Queen of Spades has been a symbol of a woman in charge of her fate. The woman playing cards is Athena, the goddess of creativity, power, and deftness. And at this moment, you're steering me towards fucking you again."
Zia blushed. "Already?" she mused. Then she remembered something: hadn't the black man in the cafeteria mentioned something about it?
"Shortly," Bennett replied. "Let me complete your new tattoos."
He added a QoS symbol to her ankle and another onto her breast. Due to Bennet's plans, she would become irresistible to every black man at the center. It would be amusing to watch. As an afterthought, he erased the QoS symbol between her shoulder blades and placed it near her tramp stamp. He also added ivy leading to smaller spades into the tramp stamp design. Barry chuckled.
"I have some responsibilities to address; why don't you leave for lunch?" Bennett suggested. "I'll catch up with you later." He considered engaging in intercourse from behind, allowing Evan to witness and attempt to instruct. The mere thought triggered an erection.
Zia was in the cafeteria line, moving her tray along. Suddenly, her ass was grabbed from behind, and a man penetrated her in one swift movement. It had to be Barry; he proceeded to penetrate her, remaining silent. The experience was divine; she couldn't believe it; not long ago, she wouldn't have stripped in front of anyone, let alone participate in such public intercourse. It was enthralling.
"Oh, Barry," she moaned lovingly. His dick stimulated her, filling her vagina and stretching her.
Barry gripped her breast with his hand; she was about to interlock her fingers with his when she realized it was a black hand.
"What the hell are you up to?" she roared. "Rape! Rape!" she shouted at the black male before her. The man recoiled, baffled.
The cafeteria hall broke into laughter as several people figured out the ruse.
"What the hell are you doing?" he yelled back at her. "You can't display your body to a Brother and not expect him to taste your product."
What the heck are you talking about?" Zia exclaimed back, "Can't you see my tattoo? 'BBC only'. That's Barry Bennett's Cock only!" The entire cafeteria then burst out laughing. Even the Black man who just raped her was laughing.
Zia didn't comprehend what everyone was laughing about.
Doctor Bennett, watching the events unfold on a monitor in his office, laughed so hard he fell out of his chair onto the floor. He hadn't planned this, which made it so much funnier. He was delighted this was getting recorded; he was going to watch it over and over for years.
"Stupid slut, that's not what it means," the Black man was telling Zia, still chuckling.
"Then what does it mean?" Zia asked.
"Big Black Cock Only!" the man replied, still giggling, "and the queen of spades symbol is the universal symbol for 'down for any black man to fuck you.'"
Zia was dumbfounded, realizing that's why all the Black men had been hitting on her for days. It all made sense now that sick bastard Doctor Bennett set her up! She felt like an idiot; she ran out of the lunch room tearfully.
Lisa found Zia in the bathroom, crying. Lisa felt sorry for her, but she had her own priorities. And she put her first, ahead of anyone else, no matter how brutal it was.
Zia looked up at her, still weeping, "I thought you were my friend. Why didn't you tell me?"
Lisa responded, "I'm sorry, but Bennett threatened Erik and me. If we told you, he would find some excuse to declare us medically unfit to travel on the shuttle, and unlike you, we both had backups that could replace us at any moment."
Zia understood, but it didn't make it any less of a terrible thing Lisa had done to her.
Lisa leaned close to Zia and whispered into her ear, trying not to be overhead by any recording devices, "In full disclosure, Bennett is giving you injections to make you horny and more submissive."
"What?" Zia replied.
Lisa pointed to the ceiling, indicating that they were being recorded. Zia then understood there were cameras and listening devices all over the place.
"Anyway," Lisa continued, "We leave for Mars in a few days, and you can put this horrible experience behind you. And move on with your life."
Zia didn't visit Doctor Bennett in his office the following day after her classes. He knew she was probably mad at him; he didn't feel bad about what he did to her. Women were just disposable things to him; 'Use them and get rid of them' was his philosophy. But he still craved her tight vagina; while there were plenty of women he could manipulate or bully into sleeping with him, he still desired to ravage Zia for the next two days before the launch. Although he couldn't forcibly rape any woman at the center, he still had a lot of freedom in what he could do. He could administer chemicals to make them submissive and horny, and he was authorized as a doctor. He could also threaten anyone by judging them medically unfit for the trip. They all knew that they were easily replaced; almost all candidates for the Martian colony project had backups, and both of them could get on the shuttle at any time. Zia, however, was the exception. He couldn't take her seat because he'd be the one punished if she didn't show up. He might even lose his job over it. After he stopped laughing at the joke he played on Zia, he called Lisa.
Doctor Bennett prepared his unique concoction of hormones, estrogen, submission drugs, and a sprinkle of ecstasy into a syringe and summoned Lisa.
"Yes, Doctor," Lisa said when she entered his office.
He handed her the syringe, "Give this injection to Zia."
"Now?" Lisa inquired, "But she's still in class."
"Yes, Now! Don't question me Slut." He added, "And make sure no White, Asian, or Latino man touches her tonight, or it's an instant medical disqualification. I'm the only dick that will satiate her desires tonight."
Lisa observed that Bennett had a slave agreement on his table, identical to the one he requested her to sign a couple of months prior. Although this agreement couldn't legally bind her on Earth, Mars had different regulations. Lisa was the backup for the Mars colonist project for two years now. Regularly, the backup was moved to the next Mars mission unless, of course, someone more befitting was recognized for the role. She had been pushed down the list five times, and all the times she believed her turn to board the Martian spacecraft was nigh, someone surpassing her credibility would erase her name, moving her down the queue once more. She was desperate to travel to Mars; the conditions on Earth were deteriorating drastically with each passing year. Although she was merely 24, if she desired to experience a long life, reaching her 30s, Mars was her only alternative.
Intrigued, Lisa approached Bennett and implored him to medically disqualify the woman she was the backup for, in exchange for her position on the approaching Martian shuttle. Bennett glanced at her and produced a contract from his desk, already pre-filled with her name and particulars. I've been awaiting your acknowledgement of your reality for over a year.
Confounded, Lisa inspected the contract; it was a Slave Contract. Come the time Bennett arrived at Mars the subsequent year, she would be his sexual subordinate for the remainder of her life, or until he desired a new one. The agreement provided Bennett total control over her life - the tattoos she'd adorn, piercings, and the men he'd rent her to. She'd, of course, still need to fulfill her Martian colonist responsibilities; however, as soon as she stopped working, she'd belong to her new Master. She'd receive a temporary reprieve from the contract as she'd exit Earth prior to Bennett. The instant Bennett landed at the Mars landing site, she would be at his feet, ready to mimic his instructions.
She peered up at him after reading the contract and inquired if he was genuinely serious.
Bennett chuckled at her. "Quite possibly, it'll be over a decade before there's another shot at a spot on Mars. You're the only honest one who takes their bills in this establishment. No, I don't think you're blessed."
Lisa grasped that Bennett's accurate. Bennett was as corrupted as they came, and without his endorsement, she was bound to embrace the roll of the dice. To be sure, she felt unlucky; she always created her own fortune.
Defeated, Lisa signed the contract. Bennett picked it up and shelved it in his desk drawer, before moving it to a safe shortly. He also mentioned, As your Master, I also expect you to be available for sexual gratification at any time I deem necessary, in addition to recruiting other slaves to my harem.
As Lisa left, she recalled the discussion word for word. A shiver ran down her back. She knew Bennett intended the same for Zia as well. However, there was a sliver of hope; she yearned to know if Zia would tolerate it.
Lisa located Zia in class, where Evan was teaching: 'The Worthless One' was the subject of his lecture. Zia struggled to process everything he was saying due to her distraction. As Lisa entered the room, Evan looked at Lisa.
"Why have you interrupted me?" Evan asked.
"Apologies," Lisa apologized, "I must administer an injection to Zia, sanctioned by a physician."
"Couldn't this wait?" Evan questioned.
Lisa shook her head, no. Zia witnessed her stepping closer and realized she was there to inject her. As Lisa injected Zia with the syringe, she leaned close to Zia's ear and uttered, "Booker's dick will destroy a woman's pussy for any white man that follows."
Lisa asserted that the shot was all done and strolled out. Evan continued his teaching, but Zia could not pay attention. What did Lisa imply by this remark?
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