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1 MATING TRIAL SELECTION 

POOL B 

INITIAL CANDIDATE 

A white room. Off-white, perhaps. On second thought, gray. A depressing light gray.
Bright lights overhead--painfully bright. The whole ceiling illuminated, in fact. That was
odd.
 
Phil Tremain sat up in bed, scratched his thick, dark hair, and looked about uncertainly.
It was an unfamiliar room. Practically empty. A prison cell.
 
"Ye Gods, I finally landed myself in jail!" he groaned. He quickly pulled the
covers up over his head to hide from sight the horrid view of this strange-looking prison
cell. Various states of anxiety and despair collided as his jumbled thoughts ran pell-mell
through his head: Prison. I knew it would come to this! I`ll never live this down. Me--a
criminal, and just twenty-eight years old. Gasp. What will mom think? She`ll kill me. No,
the other prisoners might do that first. Looks like maximum security. Double gasp. I can`t
make it in prison, I`m not cut out for it. What ever did I do to deserve this, anyway? 
Suddenly Phil pulled the covers down again. "Hey, what did I do to deserve
this?" he asked aloud. "For the life of me, I can`t remember." 

Phil sat there in a daze, utterly confounded by his strange circumstances. Besides
seeming terribly unfair, the really worrisome thing about the situation was his apparently
faulty memory. For the life of him, he couldn`t remember where he was, nor could he recall
having arrived there in the first place. As he puzzled this over, his attention was
momentarily diverted by the unusual shimmery quality of the fabric he held in his hands.
The bedding itself seemed to be composed of some silky material entirely foreign to him.
 
"Hey, wait a minute here," he muttered, lifting the covers and swinging his
legs over the side of the bed. As he did so, he became aware of yet another startling
fact: 

"Megosh, here I am, nekkid as a jaybird." 

Phil scanned the room quickly for some sign of his clothing, but nothing presented
itself. Bare floor. Bare walls. Some funny looking gizmos on the walls, one of them
vaguely reminiscent of a microwave. No hint of any window. 
The outline of a single door marked the only break in the wall at the opposite end of the
room. 

"I`m awake?" he asked out loud, hearing his voice echo slightly within the
confines of the austere chamber. When no one answered, he decided to test things out for
himself by pinching his upper thigh as hard as he could. 
"Yeowch! I am awake. Damn!" 

With a feeling of growing uncertainty, Phil stood and made his way towards the door,
praying that everything would soon be revealed to be some kind of terrible mistake. Before
he was halfway across the room, however, the door slipped open rapidly with a faint
whooshing sound. 

Immediately, a rather attractive girl sauntered in wearing the most revealing, suggestive
outfit he`d ever seen in his life. Other adjectives could have applied equally well to her
manner of dress--enticing, evocative, erotic--but all these were understatements. 

As the door closed behind her, Phil was struck by the fanciful notion that somehow he
must have traveled though time to some distant future where humankind had achieved
perfection of the female form; and now all effort was directed solely toward the
manufacture of semi-transparent garments meant to showcase that form. 

"OK," he said, shaking his head, "now I`m back to thinking I must be
dreaming again."
 
"Oh, you`re not dreaming, handsome. It`s just that you`ve been sleeping for such a
long time." (The girl had a sultry, sexy voice. How could he not be dreaming?)
 
"Oh yeah? So just how long have I been asleep?" 

"Oh, four or five months. That`s my best guess. It`s hard to say precisely."
The girl`s lips were painted hot pink, and they curled upward at the corners, giving her
face an amused expression.
 
"Four or five months! How could I have been asleep for four of five months?"
Phil pressed her for an explanation.
 
The girl shrugged. "Long story. You`ll figure it out for yourself soon enough."


"Okay then ... so how about telling me what I`m doing here. And where the hell am I,
anyway?" 

"Oh, well, that`s ... that`s another long story. Someone else will fill you in on
all that. I`m here for other, um, reasons." The girl grinned mischievously. Her
youthful, almost elfin face was framed by shoulder-length, platinum-blonde hair, which she
impishly tossed to one side. 

"So, uh ... ahem ... well then. Do you mind me asking how old you are?" Phil
wasn`t quite sure why he`d asked this question. Under the circumstances it seemed as
sensible as any other. 

The girl moistened her lips with her tongue. "I`m twenty-one, or thereabouts. My
name`s Crystal, by the way." 

"And, um, are you all ... twenty-one?" As Phil asked this question he glanced
over toward the closed door. He felt very confused.
 
The girl giggled. "No, and we`re not all named Crystal, either." 

Phil peered at Crystal more closely. She certainly didn`t sound like the voice of the
future. In fact, she sounded pretty much like any number of girls he knew back home. But
that outfit... It was a one-piece body suit that reflected the overhead light and had a
silvery sheen to its surface; better yet, whenever Crystal stopped moving it became
thoroughly transparent. At the moment, Phil could see she was wearing pink panties to
match her lipstick, and that her rather large breasts were plainly visible to view. 

Then he looked down at himself, remembering he was naked.
 
"I don`t seem to have any clothes," he said. Suddenly he felt the blood rushing
to his face. He felt the blood rushing someplace else, too, but he was trying hard not to
think about that. 

"Oh, that`s OK," Crystal said brightly. "You really won`t be needing to
wear anything right away. Not until I`m finished with you. I mean ... we`ll be able to
make some clothes for you later on." 

"Gee, that`s great. Er, um..." 

"Well, what am I doing just standing here?" Crystal mimicked bonking herself in
the forehead with one fist. "No manners at all. Why don`t you let me show you around
the habitat? No offense, but your room is kind of boring, and I convinced someone to loan
me a much better room for just this occasion. Plus, you`ll get the ten-second tour on the
way." She held out her hand. 

"Sure, that would be just ... just fine. How could I refuse?" Phil reached out
to accept the soft grip of Crystal`s carefully manicured fingers.
 
"Oh, great!" Crystal said, and immediately she began tugging him toward the
automatic door. "I have to confess, I told some of the others they might get to have
a peek at you. They`re all simply dying of curiosity. But just remember, you`re all mine
until the bot says we`re finished. So don`t you go getting any ideas." 

"The Bot?" Phil asked. "Who`s the Bot?" 

"Don`t worry about it," Crystal said, pulling him through the door as it opened
for them. "Just follow my lead." 

They stepped through into a corridor that was as plain and unadorned as the room behind
them. Crystal gestured to one side, tossing her head toward the outline of a closed door
that stood at the end of the corridor. 

"All right. So this begins the official tour. Now, over here to the right we have an
entryway that leads directly to ... ah, no. Maybe not. You`ll find out about that soon
enough." 

Next, she turned him toward a door at the opposite end of the corridor. "Let`s see,
over here we have ... mmm ... er. Nah. I`m not sure you even want to find out about that.
C`mon, let`s just go through this way..."
 
And with that, Crystal led him diagonally across the corridor and through yet another
door. They scooted down a short flight of stairs and into the midst of an extremely large
chamber. Crystal pulled Phil across the room, describing its contents in a brisk,
matter-of-fact tone: 

"Welcome to the Fem Zone. As you can see, it`s practically brimming with fems. Ha
ha. Those are women actually. No, your eyes are not deceiving you, but we`ve got to keep
moving along here, because in another minute they`ll be mobbing you. So, to the left we
have our eating stations, to the right we have our sleeping stations, and dead ahead
you`ll see our showers, food dispensaries, synthetics dispensaries, and toilet facilities.
All very nice ... just keep moving." 

As Crystal practically dragged him across the room, Phil gazed on in a state of absolute
wonderment. 

"Hey, did you happen to notice that this room is full of babes--er, uh, women, I
mean?" 

"Don`t worry," she giggled. "You`ll get used to it soon enough. Actually,
before you know it you`ll be having sex with about half of them. Me first, if you haven`t
figured that part out already." She giggled once more and continued leading him along
by one hand. 

Suddenly Phil felt himself getting an erection. "Wha--what did you say?" he
called out distractedly.
 
All at once it dawned on him that he was buck naked, he was traipsing through a room full
of female strangers (of the drop-dead gorgeous variety) and he was about to suffer the
embarrassment of presenting everyone with a good view of his raging hard-on. 

"Ohh, look at that size of that cock!" a voice called out. 

Phil turned in surprise to look into the face of the beautiful redhead who`d brazenly
uttered this comment. It was true, his cock was now throbbing with excitement. Phil stared
at her, mortified. 

"My oh my, girls, are we going to have fun with him," said the redhead, who
then winked at him and licked her lips suggestively. 

"Don`t you pay any attention to her," Crystal chided, giving his arm a sharp
tug. 

A door slid open automatically in front of them and they stepped into a somewhat
lengthier passageway than the one they had crossed earlier. Crystal continued to guide him
down the corridor, with Phil following in a state of utter bewilderment ... his eyes
trained on the perfectly rounded haunches that swayed side to side directly in front of
him. 

Before long, they turned into another door just as it whisked open, stepping through into
a room that was laid out in the manner of a conventional bedroom. Overall, the small
chamber presented a decidedly feminine decor. There was a plush, comfortable-looking bed
placed diagonally in one corner, a thick carpet underfoot, and long draperies that framed
a single window to the right-hand side. Phil noted the window, and tilted his head
slightly in order to take a glance outside, but just then Crystal stepped in front of him,
cutting off his view. 

"Well, here were are," she said. "I must say, it was a bit of a gamble to
come and get you directly like that," she added. "You`ve been in cryo-suspension
longer than any of us, and I wasn`t sure you`d be up for having sex right off the
bat." 

"Having sex. Right. You mean me? You? Now?" Phil was aware that his cock now
stood at full attention. 

"That`s the basic idea," Crystal said with a smirk. Her eyes cast a brief,
flickering glance in the direction of his manhood. "Look Phil," she said,
"I bet you`re the kind of guy who wants to get to the fucking part first, and then
worry about all the little details later. But I also think you must be pretty confused by
what`s happened to you, so I`ll give you just the basics of what`s going on: 

"First, you`re on a spaceship. You don`t get to leave the spaceship, but you do get
to have sex with someone new on a regular basis--if you`re male, that is. Second, there
are some pretty severe punishments in store for you if you don`t do the sex thing. Third,
I`m going to be your first sex partner."
 
Crystal paused here to give him a dramatic, sexy pose. Phil just stood there,
openmouthed.
 
"So, are you ready to start fucking me?"
 
"Am I ... am I ready?" Phil muttered. 

"Mmm ... you sure look ready. Boy, I can hardly wait to get that big cock inside me.
You know, it`s been awhile since I got any. See, I was dropped from the first stage trials
kinda early on. Some of the others who were dropped in the beginning have been making do
with each other--going in for all kinds of lesbian stuff--but that`s not for me. I`m not
sure how desperate I`d have to get before I`d want to do anything with another girl. 

"But I`m pretty desperate, Phil. In fact, I`m downright horny. I`m dripping wet,
here. Is any of this getting through to you?" 

Phil took a step forward. "Uh, Crystal, would you mind doing something for me?"
he said huskily. 

"Name it, honey." 

Phil held out one arm. "Pinch me, OK?" 

"Oh, I get it," she said, laughing. "Tell you what, I`ll do you one better
than that." All at once, Crystal dropped to her knees and wrapped her lips around the
head of his throbbing member. Her tongue teased the head of his cock for a few seconds,
then she pulled her head back.
 
"You know, you really aren`t dreaming," she said, then paused, her mouth
engulfing the head of his penis once more. She twirled her tongue around him a few times,
then licked his entire shaft just once, from stem to crown, before getting back to her
feet. 

"But if you were dreaming," she continued, placing her hands on his thickly
muscled chest, "if you were having one of those very, very sexy dreams ... what would
you most like to do right about now?" 

Phil was breathing heavily. He reached out and cupped Crystal`s breast in his right hand.
"Dream or no dream," he said. "What I`d most like to do right about now is
fuck the living daylights out of you. That is, if you don`t mind." Phil began
squeezing her nipple through the fabric of her bodysuit.
 
"Mind? Holy smoke, I don`t mind that..." Crystal took in a sharp breath, her
eyelids fluttering. 

Phil placed his other hand behind her shoulder and drew her in close, so that his rigid
cock pressed up against her pelvis.
 
"Squeeze that nipple harder, Phil. Harder. I like it when it hurts ... even
harder... Oh! that`s it."