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 Jessica stood up from the table, with the dozen naked, yellow wrist band
wearing, women remaining.  Reaching down and retrieving her bag, Jess made
her way to the open door, which was flanked by two burly men and a trial
coordinator.  They were ushered into a room with round tables and chairs,
where there were already five women in green wrist bands, standing against
a wall, holding their bags.

   Jess wondered if the green wrist bands had gone through the same test,
but mostly see was just relieved to see that so few of the young sexy women
had made it this far.  She didn't see any of the family groups and wondered
if they'd all been axed or if they were still going through trials
elsewhere.  Her group was instructed to line up, backs to the wall, one
pace off of it, standing nearly shoulder to shoulder.  The women were quick
to comply.

   Standing with her back to the wall, Jess looked out across the room. 
There were four round tables with 6 chairs around each.  Glasses and
pitchers of water on each table.  A table at the far end of the room held
several chafing dishes, heated by sternos.  A blast from the past, thought
Jess, she never thought she'd see the standard wedding banquet serving
trays, so common in her life, not so long ago.

   The women stood silently for several minutes.  The thought of food
started to make Jess's stomach growl.  She wondered how long she'd been at
the trial, it had been at least three hours since she'd left home, maybe
more, there was no reference of time anywhere, no windows to judge the
sunlight, no clocks, nothing, but her stomach was telling her, it was time
for lunch, but having skipped breakfast, maybe it was just plain hunger.

   With nothing better to do, Jess replayed through her mind, what the
remaining women looked like.  None of the women present had a single pubic
hair visible.  She congratulated herself on taking the extra effort to
shave.  It seemed like an obvious decision to Jess, but she was still glad
that was clearly the right choice.  The shape of the women ran through her
mind next.  Large breasts and small, from almost flat to big breasts like
Jess had.  One thing was noted though, every one of the women had prominent
nipples.  No flat nubs here.  None of the women were fat either, though
obesity was harder to maintain these days.  Jess had certainly lost several
pounds since the Trumptopians had taken over the country.  She wondered
how'd she have fared in such a tryout if it had taken place three years
ago. She then blushed as she realized she'd have enjoyed a trial like this,
even before the world had suddenly changed.  In fact, deep down, she'd
dreamed of something like this her entire life.  She bit her lip to hold
back a smile, her skin flushing slightly as she felt her body betraying her
thoughts, hoping no-one was looking.

   But someone was looking, little did Jess know, but every room along the
way had thermal cameras, and the wrist bands reported each women's heart
rate.  People were watching the entire proceedings.  Taking note of the
women who's skin flushed, especially around the chest and neck, which
indicated a high degree of sexual arousal.  They tracked which women were
more quick to arouse and to what triggered the arousal.  This is how they
were able to determine which women were not suitable from watching the
videos, and which women were most easily aroused by submission.  They were
just now noting Jess' enflamed condition at standing at attention, she
wasn't the only one, but she was glowing the brightest on the thermal
cameras.

   Suddenly a door further up the room opened, in came seven more women,
these were the families, Jess realized.  Two sets of mothers and daughters
and one set of a mother and two daughters.  The set of three in green wrist
bands.  Jess had to agree, all three, including the mother were drop dead
gorgeous.  She couldn't tell the ages of any of them, the daughters could
have been as young as 13 or as old as 24.  The mothers from 30 to 50.  But
again, not a body hair to be seen, and prominent nipples were a trait that
had been passed on from mother to daughter.  The new arrivals were lined up
along with the rest of them and soon they were all standing quietly, once
again, awaiting instructions.

   The silence was finally broken by the male voice over the speakers. 
"Congratulations on making it this far.  You are all excellent candidates
for servitude to Mister Emerson.  However, the trial is not yet over, as
there are only five openings and 24 of you remain.  We will give you an
opportunity to eat and relax until the final testing begins.  In a moment,
the serving trays will be opened, you will take a scoop from each, seat
yourselves at the tables and eat everything on your plate.  After you have
eaten, we would like you to get to know the other women at each of your
tables.  You will be questioned about your table mates at a later time. 
Please remain at attention, the food will be served momentarily."

   Jess stood with the other women a bit longer.  Finally, a door opened
and an attractive women in a French maids outfit wheeled in a cart with
three trays of food on it.  Opening the chafing dishes, she dropped one
tray into each, placed a serving spoon in the food and then left with the
cart through the door she'd come in through.

   "Slaves, leave your bags on the floor, proceed to the food, serve
yourselves a scoop from each tray, take a seat and enjoy.  Remember to eat
everything you take and get to know the women at your table." The
coordinators motioned one end of the line of women to move toward the food.
Quickly and orderly, the women lined up, grabbed plates and forks and began
filling plates and sitting down.  Jess delighted in the well shaped ass in
front of her as she moved toward the food.  She hoped the woman behind her
felt the same about the view she presented.

   Jess got to the trays, one looked like oatmeal, the other black beans
and the third, some green stuff, probably creamed spinach.  Jess took a
scoop of each, no heaping portions, but enough to sustain her for several
hours she hoped.  She found a seat at a table where two women were already
sitting.  She sat next to one of the sexy women, they smiled pleasantly at
each other.  Moments later, their table was filled as the family of three,
with the green wrist bands joined their table.  One of the daughters sat
between Jess and another women, the younger daughter and mother sat beside
each other and across from Jess.  "Hello" they all greeted each other
cordially.  Each woman sizing up her competition, assessing if they thought
they were prettier or if their breasts were sexier, how nice each woman's
hair was.

   After everyone was seated, Jess began to eat her food.  The flavor was
even less exciting than the appearance.  The beans were plain, the spinach
was worse and the oatmeal had no flavor stronger than a hint of salt.

   "Well its not gourmet.", she ventured to the woman at her left, who
nodded in agreement.

   "Eat it all", instructed the sexy mother to her younger daughter, who
looked to be balking at eating.  "You heard the instructions".

   Just then the lights dimmed slightly, and a projection was cast onto
every wall of the room.  Audio clicked on over the speakers.  On screen a
video of the attractive woman in the french maid outfit could be seen
wheeling the food tray up to a closed door.  She knocked on the door, and a
moment later opened it.  "Mr.  Emerson, the food has been prepared sir",
she said.  The camera followed her into the room, leaving the food tray in
the hallway.  Inside could be seen an attractive man in a suit standing
facing a wall of monitors, he held a microphone, and he could be heard
saying "..Please remain at attention, the food will be served shortly" It
was the voice of them man they'd heard over the speakers throughout the
trial.  He turned toward the maid and beckoned her forward, pointing at the
floor directly in front of him.

   The maid quickly walked over and dropped to her knees before Mr. 
Emerson.  The dim lighting made for a sultry feeling, the black and white
of his suit balanced with the black and white maid's outfit.  The maids
bare ass came into view as she knelt before Mr Emerson, she had heels and
white fishnet stockings, the straps of a garter belt could be seen holding
up the stockings.  Mr Emerson's handsome face was only briefly seen, Jess
assumed his age to be late forties, before the camera focused on the maid.
She quickly and efficiently fished Mr Emerson's cock out of his pants.  His
cock was still hardening, it was a nice cock, thought Jess, as the maid
took it into her mouth.

   The camera followed the action, the maid's white laced glove hand
stroked the base of Mr Emerson's cock as her mouth worked the head and down
the shaft.  Jess could tell the maid had skill, her bright red lips worked
smoothly, her tongue could be seen reaching past her lower lip along the
underside of Mr Emerson's rigid cock.  "Ohhh...  you are such a good cock
sucker Bridgette", groaned Mr Emerson.  "Do you think any of them will be
as good as you?" Bridgette's big eyes looked up at her master, a smile
could be seen in her eyes as she responded by swallowing the rest of his
cock down her throat, her lips mashing against Mr Emerson's pants, she
seemed to be trying to get his entire body into her mouth, before easing
back to just holding the head of his cock in her mouth as her laced gloved
hand once again wrapped around her masters's cock and began to stroke
rapidly.  Jess's pussy had quickly moistened at the sight of the sexy maid
servicing the lovely cock.  Back on screen, the maid held just the head of
Mr Emerson's cock pursed between her gloved fist rapidly worked his shaft.
"Oh, that's it slut, you're going to make Daddy cum", panted Mr Emerson. 
Then his body jerked and more groans could be heard.  Bridgette kept her
mouth wrapped tightly around his cock, her eyes focused on his face the
entire time, as her fist firmly milked the last of her master's cum into
her mouth..  When she was done, she took her mouth away.

   "Let me see." commanded Mr Emerson.  Smiling, Bridgette opened her
mouth, revealing a puddle of her Master's cum flooding her mouth and
tongue. "Go ahead and serve the food" he instructed.  The maid stood and
the camera followed her out to the hallway.  Bending over the tray of
oatmeal, Bridgette let the contents in her mouth pour out.  The camera
focused on the massive load of cum spilled across the top of the oatmeal.
The maid then stirred the cum into the oatmeal with the serving spoon, and
began pushing the cart of food once again.  The camera followed her
progress from behind, and she could be seen pushing the cart through a
doorway towards the table of the three banquet style serving trays.  The
video ended and the lights brightened back up.

   Jess looked down at her food, then over at the trays.  Mr Emerson's
fresh cum had been mixed into the oatmeal she'd been eating.  A sly grin
crossed her face as she glanced up at her table mates.  Not everyone seemed
to have the same reaction as her.  One of the women looked at her plate
aghast, as did the younger of the daughters.  Another woman just shrugged
an "oh well" type of look and continued to eat.

   "I'm not eating this!" said the younger daughter.  "Yes you are young
lady!" commanded her mother, "Now eat everything or I will beat your bare
ass in front of everyone here!" The daughter, defeated, picked up her spoon
and began to eat, but if her eyes didn't deceive her, Jess thought she saw
a hint of a smile on the young girls face.

   Conversation sprang up around at the other tables as women finished
eating and began trying to learn about the women seated with them.  Jess
scraped the last of the food from her plate, the oatmeal seemed to taste
better to her after seeing the video.  The noticed that the woman across
from her had left small amounts of food on her plate.  Jess wondered if
that was going to cost her, but didn't say anything.  She learned the names
of the woman seated with her, they all talked about their past lives a
little and their present lives, what they did for work, etc...  Jess was
amazed the mother and two daughters hadn't already been taken in, they were
all so beautiful, she thought.

   Mr Emerson's voice came over the loudspeaker, "I hope you enjoyed the
sustenance provided for you.  Please sit straight in your seats, knees
together and your hands in your laps." The black leathered dominatrix
entered the room once again, escorted by two coordinators and carrying a
long thin cane.  She made her way around the tables as the women all sat
upright as directed.

   The dominatrix walked around the first table, then came to Jess's.  When
she circled around the sexy blonde who hadn't finished her plate of food,
the dominatrix pointed at her to the beefy coordinators.  The two men each
grabbed her under her arms, and lifted her quickly threw her face down onto
the table, glasses were sent sprawling, the water jug tipped over and water
splashed over the side and onto Jess's lap.  She remained still, even
though somewhat shocked by the cold water running across her legs.  Again,
she shared an inner victory cheer at figuring out that her competitor who
hadn't eaten all her food had failed this test.

   The coordinators had one hand on the back of the woman's neck and
another on an upper arm, holding her firmly, tits down on the table, her
legs hanging over the end.  The dominatrix stood off to one side and raised
her cane.  With great speed she whipped the slender rod onto the woman's
ass, it struck with a bright "snap!" and elicited a sharp scream from the
blonde.  Four more strikes followed with similar results.  After it was
over, the sobbing women was dragged away, told to fetch her bag and leave
through the exit.

   The dominatrix went back to the tables.  A mother and daughter had
failed as well.  Actually, only the daughter had failed to eat everything
on her plate, but both women received the same punishment, first the
mother, then the daughter.  Both were escorted from the room, the mother
could be heard chastising her daughter as they left.

   Twenty one women remained.

   "Please form a line near the door on the left, you won't be needing your
bag of clothes for the remainder of the trial" Stated a coordinator,
standing near the aforementioned door.