New Planet, New Life

Chapter 1: Arrival

The ship touched down on the rocky, red surface of Mars. Slowly, the crashing, burning sound died out, giving way to silence. A door opened and a voice coming from the speakers around the cabin said “This is the captain. I would like to welcome you to Mars where the local time is 11:33 AM. You are now free to move about the cabin. Please enjoy your stay.” As the passengers filed out, they all gasped in wonder at the planet surface. The last passengers to file out were four girls, all in their late teens or early twenties. They passed through the portal into a glass tube.

The tube led from the space shuttle to the spaceport. All along the tunnel were signs reminding the passengers to be safe, to not venture outside air tight passageways, and to always have their identity papers with them. Ignoring these signs the girls walked slowly forward gazing at the Martian landscape.

As they entered the space port, a uniformed guard stopped them at a desk. “Papers?” he said in the bored voice of a man who has done this a thousand times already today. While there was only one shuttle arriving today, it was big enough to hold over 3,000 people.

As the guard took their papers into a small room off to the side, they continued to look around them, despite the fact that the inside of the space port looked identical to Earth airports. There were little shops with magazines and food everywhere. Chairs lined the area next to the terminal gate. The only differences were the space shuttle and the fact that there were only guards sitting at the chairs. No one would be leaving for Earth today.

A different guard returned without their papers. “Please follow me.” He said. Confused one of the girls asked “Where are you taking us and where are our papers?” She was tall and thin with long straight brown hair and dark brown eyes. The guard, without looking at her “It’s a routine check, everybody is going through it. You’re just going a different way to speed things up. As to your papers, you don’t need them now that you’ve checked it. They will be given back to you when you leave the planet or the country.” Another girl spoke up. She was shorter and a little thicker than the first girl, with shoulder length dark reddish brown hair, and hazel eyes. She asked “Country? I thought Mars was an International State.” “It is.” The guard replied, again without looking at them. “However, the city that your papers said to route you to is independent of any country or state. It was set up by a man named Gregory Handel. He died about 2 months ago while you were in transit.”

Before they could ask any more questions, the guard stopped them outside a sliding glass door that was tinted white so no one could see in or out. He punched a code into a box mounted on the wall, and the doors slid silently open. Ushering the girls in, the guard said, not unkindly “I know you have more questions but I am not here to answer them. There is an orientation video you can watch at any street kiosk.” The doors slid closed behind them.

Inside the room, everything was white. The room gave off a feeling of sterility and a professional aura. Along one wall were benches, enough to seat ten people. Along the opposite wall was a table with various instruments on it. On the middle wall directly opposite the door was a diamond with circles in the middle of each side, and a second door right next to it.

“Please sit down.” Said the guard motioning towards the benches. He picked up a pad and began writing on it. After several seconds the guard walked out and another man walked in. He was wearing the same uniform as the other two guards, only he had a gun and a baton strapped to his waste.

Pointing to the girl with the brown hair, he said “Please stand up.” In a very professional voice. She complied immediately. The guard then performed a routine physical check up on her, checking her blood pressure, reflexes, weight, height and vision, and then told her to sit back down. He proceeded to do this with the other three girls.

When he was done he wrote on the pad the first guard had left. The pulling on gloves from the table, he said “All four of you please stand up and remove your clothes and place them in the crates underneath the bench. “Why?” said one of them, a girl with long blond hair, bright blue eyes and very large breasts. “We are checking everyone entering the city for drugs, and weapons. It is a peaceful city and we want to keep it that way.”

His response seemed reasonable enough and the girls complied. Calling the first girl up again, the guard ordered her to spread her legs shoulder width apart, and to hold her arms directly out from her sides. The guard then frisked her quickly and efficiently. He then took two gloved fingers and gently inserted them into her pussy. Startled the girl jumped and the relaxed a little, although she still seemed uncomfortable.

After the guard finished probing her sex, he proceeded to her breasts. He poked them, then massaged them, apparently feeling for bags of drugs stuffing them. After he was finished, he allowed her to get dressed again and then ordered the next girl up. She was tall, and had jet black hair, and hazel eyes. The guard repeated the process with her as well. The same went for the blonde girl. Nothing happened until the guard began to frisk the girl with the dark red hair between the legs. She shrieked and slapped his hands away.

Within seconds she was pinned in the diamond frame by the guard her arms and legs stretched out and cuffed in the metal bands on each edge. The guard started over without a word, as the girl struggled and cursed at the guard. When the guard searched her pussy this time he took his baton and shoved it in very deep making the girl scream, both in shock and in anger. The guard pumped it twice in and out and then took it out. He inserted his fingers in and finding nothing, began checking the girl’s tits. He spent longer than usual checking hers, and when he was done he unlocked her from the frame, opened the door next to it, and ushered them out without a word.

He led them through a hallway to an airlock door. It opened automatically, hissing as the pressure on both sides stabilized. On the other side was a large room with tubes at the other end. Five capsules were positioned with their fronts in each tube. Inside each capsule were five seats. As the girls walked forward the guard stayed at the door as it closed. Silently, still embarrassed about their ordeal, they walked to a desk, similar to the one at the terminal. A man smiled at them as they walked forward. “Good morning! How are you?” They all responded with fines, and very goods. “Good, good. Are you here for transit to New Haven?” The girl with the blond hair replied “Yes.” “Very well, may I see your papers then?” Looking at each other in surprise, the blond girl again spoke up “We were told we wouldn’t need them after the terminal. A guard took them.” “Well I’m sorry but I can’t let you in the transit capsules without proof of identity.” “How are we supposed to get to the city then?” The girl whined, almost crying at the addition of another worry. “Well there is a road then runs to the city, you could pick up a taxi there. Just go through these doors and they will be lined up in front of you.”

The girls walked across the room, and through the door. On the other side was a massive room like half a cylinder on its side. At both ends were airlock doors. Connecting the two was a road, just like the ones on earth. On the curb was a line of taxis. The girls walked towards the first one in line and got in. “Hello! Where to?” asked the driver cheerfully. “New Haven please.” Said the blonde girl. Without a word the driver peeled off from the curb, and drove towards the airlock. It opened slowly. The car moved forward into the chamber. The first door closed and the second opened, and car drove off into the martian country side.