Zia Is Recruited

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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 planned for 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 begged 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 mean 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 become 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 signaled 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 break her 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 birth 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, muscular black man and grabbed his huge dick; it must have been 10 inches long and had a more considerable girth 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 was a 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 slid 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 alongside 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 dome 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-sufficient 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 administer. 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 least clean 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 composure, 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 strolled into the classroom at a leisurely 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 told her 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 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 smacked, 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 surveillance 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.