women's prison on pluto

You and your friend Erika were captured by the Martian Empire police and are now in a maximum-security women's prison, a space station orbiting the planet Pluto.

This is the punishment for two bad girls like you. You've been placed in solitary confinement. It's nighttime and the prison is silent. You're both bound with chains that restrict your movement.

You're naked except for the metal parts all inmates are required to wear, which cover your nipples and vagina, preventing you from masturbating. You're thin because of the hunger you feel in prison, despite having always had a nice body. You have fair skin, a tattoo identifying you instead of your name, blue eyes, and are tall, unlike Erika, who is shorter and has smaller breasts.

"We could have married some handsome Martian boys if we'd stayed on Earth," Erika says, bored, breaking the silence.

"And rich, especially," you say sarcastically as you struggle to remove the seemingly indestructible chains. "But here we are," you say, snorting.

Erika stands up and notices she's holding a razor blade.

"You know, maybe I've got an idea," Erika says. "I'll pretend to be sick. The guards will intervene, and I'll take advantage of this to steal the keys and weapons."

"I underestimated you, sweetheart," you reply, then add, "First, help me remove the handcuffs," holding out your arms to show him the keyhole. Erika uses the razor blade and exults as soon as you hear a click. The handcuffs fall to the floor with a loud noise. You hope this hasn't raised suspicions, and wait for a guard to pass by.

In the prison corridor, two Martian police officers are talking to each other. "Did you see those women they put in solitary confinement today? I'd give my entire salary to have sex with them."

"They're not bad," replies the second. "What were these convicted of?"

"Prostitution, theft, and other minor crimes, but they'll take care of them properly," says the first with a sadistic smile. Martians are a very attractive race; their planet is 90% male, which makes them obsessed with sex and conquest.

You start yelling, "Guards, please help me, my friend is suffocating," hoping to get their attention.