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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."
"Well, then, I don't suppose you'll mind if I do this?" Phil slipped
his hand down past her waist and gripped her hard between the legs. At
the same moment he planted his mouth firmly on her full, pink lips.
Crystal broke away from the kiss. "Oh, goddammit! Just stop talking,
rip my clothes off, and fuck me already!"
Phil gazed at her with a look that was pure distilled lust. Then,
guessing correctly that the shiny, transparent outfit was as flimsy as
it looked, Phil took a firm grip and practically tore it from Crystal's
body with one pull.
In a flash, he pounced on her stunning, near-naked form. He yanked her
panties to the floor, and in seconds he had her on the bed, had her legs
spread open wide, and was plunging into her wet, willing pussy with
frantic, hungry thrusts.
Crystal urged him on with desperation in her voice: "That's it Phil!
Hurry and fuck me! Oh god, that feels good! Your cock feels so good in
my pussy. Oh, oh! It's been so long!"
Phil's only reply was the steady, repeated grunting of an animal, as he
utterly abandoned himself to the mad rush of his surging desire.
Crystal answered his bestial vocalizations with her own squeals of
pleasure, punctuating each of his thrusts with exclamations of delight:
"Yes, yes, yes! Keep fucking me ... keep fucking me. Oh god, you're an
animal. You're a fuck-animal! You're making me cum already. You're
making me cum, Phil! Mmmmm ... mmmm ... I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"
As her pussy clenched hard around his cock, Phil rode her a little
longer, stretching out her orgasm until another wave hit, and another
... until he hit his own peak and climaxed with a savage, wordless cry
of pleasure.....
©Rex Morgenthal, 2004
www.spaceangels.us
Earth's most beautiful women
abducted and enslaved.
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