Fantasy Journey to Year 1,000,000,000

Taylor looked in Jennifer's eyes as he thrusted within her. He saw nothing of the kindness or warmth in the Jennifer he had once known.

"Aren't you going to kiss me, Michael?" said Jennifer, mockingly.

Even as he moved in and out of her, Taylor moved his head close. Jennifer raised her head, and Taylor found himself pressing his lips against hers. Her lips were cold and unyielding. He tried to pull back, but Jennifer grabbed his head, holding him tightly, preventing him from letting go. When she had gotten all she wanted, she released his head, and he pulled back.

"You need to do better than that, Michael," she said, her eyes glittering. "You'd better make it good, or the next thing you'll feel is the isotope."

Taylor kept thrusting, trying to focus on the sexual act, but Jennifer was talking throughout. "I have all of Jennifer's memories," she said softly. "She loved it, you know. All of it. Playing you for the fool. Flirting with you, toying with your affections, cock teasing you day in and day out for months. And whenever she led you on and you got a little too bold, she would say, ever so regretfully" and now Jennifer spoke in a higher, more feminine voice, "I'm so sorry, Michael, if only I weren't married!" And she laughed as she saw the pained expression on his face.

For some reason Jennifer was not trying to arouse him. If anything, she was trying to do the opposite. Taylor was not sure why. It was as if this test were about something else entirely.

"She loved fucking Obongo in front of you," Jennifer whispered softly, smiling at him. "She loved it when Obongo knocked you on your ass, and when he fucked her right in front of you, so you were forced to watch. Jennifer felt that was the best fuck of her life. Your anguish was just so delicious. She fed off of it, just as much as she fed off of Obongo's big black dick."

Taylor remembered how Jennifer's beautiful body had jolted with every thrust, how her gorgeous well rounded breasts shook with every one of Obongo's lateral moves as he used her as only a man could. And he remembered that smug smile, the smug smile she had seemed to give him while Obongo was completing the act within her. Could this creature be telling the truth about Jennifer?

Taylor was still thrusting within Jennifer now, but he felt rage and despair mixing with arousal. She was purposefully trying to sabotage him, to prevent him from completing the act.

"Poor, pathetic Michael," said Jennifer mockingly. "Only now, at the end, do you understand the truth about your beloved Jennifer. She wanted to fuck every man within arm's reach. Every man who wasn't named Michael Taylor."

Taylor roared and gritted his teeth as he plunged into her. He felt fear coursing down his spine. He knew he would be able to climax; Jennifer's body just felt so good. The internal friction on the head of his penis was incredible. But he also knew, somehow, that it wouldn't be nearly enough to satisfy her.

He closed his eyes, trying to avoid Jennifer's hard-eyed stare, trying to just focus on the physical sensation, to make it happen.

And then a funny thing happened.

"Open your eyes, my love."

Taylor opened his eyes.

Jennifer was gone.

The woman he was making love to was Pamela.

"Pam?" he whispered, as he continued to thrust into her.

"I have searched long and hard for you through millions of years of past history, my love," she said.

Past history?

Taylor looked at her face; it was Pamela's face, complete with her high cheekbones and green eyes and luscious blonde hair. He looked at her body; Jennifer's breasts had suddenly become longer, and softer.

"This can't be," said Taylor, even as he moved in and out of her.

"I have finally found you," said Pam.

"This can't be real."

"We will be together soon, my love," said Pam. "I'm going to help you through this."

"No... this isn't real," said Taylor.

"Look into my eyes."

"No."

"Michael, look into my eyes!"

Taylor stared at her beautiful green eyes. Suddenly he became transfixed. His penis suddenly got rock hard. He started thrusting like a madman, filled with passion.

"Oh... that's right... yes... yes... yessss!" Pam cried. But the voice was not Pam's.

"I love you," he cried fiercely. "I love you so much." He felt himself reaching his climax.

"And I love you too," Pam said, this time in her own voice.

"Oh.. oh... oh.. oh.. ooooohhhh!" Taylor cried, and then he was pulsing into her, each one like a thunderclap, and he released into her with all he had.

The next thing he knew he was lying still, on top of her, his head resting on her breasts, smiling happily with his eyes closed.

"Open your eyes."

He opened his eyes and saw... Jennifer.

Jennifer?

She was no longer looking at him with that mocking smile. She looked, if anything... puzzled.

"What did you do?" she demanded.

Taylor frowned, and took a few seconds to get his bearings. Jennifer studied him closely as he disengaged and pulled back.

"What did you do?" Jennifer asked again.

"What do you mean?" Taylor asked.

"I... I felt something." Jennifer looked... startled.

"What?" Taylor asked.

"I... I am not sure," said Jennifer. She looked almost distressed by her inability to express it. "But... the results were... if I can even understand the word... amazing." And she looked at him, and for a moment, her eyes were no longer cold. They were wondrous, and filled with admiration.

What had just happened here?

Suddenly Taylor realized, however improbably, that he held the upper hand now. His gaze grew firm. "So I guess that means no isotope for me," said Taylor.

"I guess not," said Jennifer, with an uncharacteristically uncertain laugh, and for a second, a split second, it seemed like the real Jennifer.

Taylor got up and stepped away from the bed, conscious of the eyes of his crew on him. Suddenly he was clothed again. Elizabeth ran forward and hugged him. "Michael, are you all right?"

Taylor nodded slowly.

"Interesting."

They turned to see Jennifer standing up, still nude, her legs unabashedly spread. "Not just physical love. There is another ingredient. Overcoming reluctance. When you were able to do that... I... I felt something," said Jennifer. And then she vanished.

"What are we doing?" Elizabeth asked.

"We are lying on the beach," said Victor.

Victor had no idea where they were. Somewhere on Corta, he presumed. That didn't matter. He had asked Elizabeth, the other Elizabeth, to take him there. They laid on reclining beach chairs, watching the surf go in and out.

"Why?" Elizabeth asked.

"To relax," said Victor. He paused. "This is Corta, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"I was meaning to ask, what happened to the planet? Why was a big chunk of its surface ripped out? Was it a disaster of some kind?"

"No, we did it."

"But why?"

"Because we could," said Elizabeth.

For a race of being seeking the meaning of existence, it seemed as good an answer as any.

"If a chunk of the planet is gone, shouldn't there be terrible seismic disturbances? Come to think of it, shouldn't the planet be collapsing on itself?" Victor asked.

"Why?"

"Gravity."

"Why would we permit that?"

"Oh," said Victor, realizing the answer was now self-evident.

"So, what is the purpose of this experiment?" Elizabeth asked.

"This is not an experiment," said Victor hastily.

Elizabeth abruptly sat up.

"A poor choice of words. It is most definitely an experiment," said Victor. He eyed her as she slowly reclined again, giving him a sharp stare. "This is an experiment in... relaxing."

"Relaxing? What does that mean to you?"

"Relaxing means... relaxing," said Victor.

"You cannot define a word with the same word."

"Why not?"

"Would you like some isotope, Victor?" She narrowed her eyes just like the real Elizabeth did.

Victor thought quickly. "Relaxing means... just enjoying the moment. Just being. Just existing."

"We exist in every moment of time. In every dimension."

"Yes, of course, but relaxing means...." Victor stretched out. "Enjoying the moment."

"How?"

"Stretch out with your senses."

Elizabeth concentrated for a moment. "I have analyzed the setting with all 17 of my senses. I have thoroughly screaned it."

"And?" Victor asked.

"And what?"

"What do you feel?"

"Nothing," said Elizabeth.

"Do you feel the breeze on your face?" There was a wonderful gentle coolness on Victor's face.

"Yes," said Elizabeth.

"Do you hear the sounds of the waves?" Splaassh... roar... splaaash... roar....

"Yes."

"Do you hear the seagulls?"

"Seagulls?"

"Whatever those white avians are." Whatever they were, they were making "awk awk" sounds. For a moment, Victor wondered if they were seagulls that had gone through half a billion years of evolution, and if so, if they were smarter and more self-aware than he was. The thought didn't comfort him.

"Yes," said Elizabeth.

"Do you see the blue of the water? The white of the surf?"

"Yes and yes."

"Do you smell the salt of the sea?"

"Victor, what is the point of this?" said Elizabeth.

"The point, my dear facsimile of Elizabeth, is to learn how to appreciate small things."

"Why would I appreciate them?"

Victor chuckled.

"What amuses you?"

"It's just that... you, your super evolved self, you're just like people from my century, people who can't learn how to relax."

Elizabeth smiled, and then she started laughing too!

Victor sat up, looking startled. "Do you feel something?"

Elizabeth's smile and laughter abruptly terminated. "No. I was just imitating you."

And abruptly, he was back in confinement with the others.

"Overcoming reluctance," said Jennifer, her eyes gleaming. "This is the concept we wish to study now." She looked at the fearful crowd of Survey Service crewmen and scientists.

"Captain Michael Taylor, please step forward," said Jennifer.

Taylor stepped forward, his face carefully neutral.

"Doctor Elizabeth Shaw, please step forward," said Jennifer.

Elizabeth slowly stepped forward, looking apprehensive.

"You have feelings for each other, do you not?" Jennifer asked.

Taylor looked at Elizabeth. "No," he said.

"No," said Elizabeth.

"You do," said Jennifer. "Taylor wants you, Elizabeth, and you know that. And part of you wants him. But there is a reluctance you must overcome. We want to experience you overcoming that reluctance, through you, Elizabeth."

"What are you saying?" Elizabeth asked.

"We want you to make love to Captain Taylor."

"No," said Elizabeth.

"You must make love to him, and both of you must have orgasms," said Jennifer.

"No," Elizabeth said again.

"You will experience the full female orgasm, Doctor Elizabeth Shaw," said Jennifer sternly. "If you do not, I will give you the isotope," said Jennifer. When Jennifer saw that Elizabeth wasn't moving, she reached for her.

"No!" said Taylor, grabbing and pulling Elizabeth away. "We can do this," he said, looking into her eyes. Elizabeth felt something. Somehow, he gave her the strength to nod. Taylor led her up to the bed in the center of the chamber, under the spotlight.

"Not here," Elizabeth whimpered. All the crew would be able to see them!

"Does performing here make you more reluctant, Elizabeth?" Jennifer asked.

"Yes!" said Elizabeth emphatically.

Jennifer gave an evil smile. "You may proceed, then."

"Just look at me, Elizabeth," said Taylor.

"No!" Elizabeth cried. "I can't do this!"

"Yes, you can!" said Taylor.

"I can't!" She cried.

"Elizabeth, look at me! Look into my eyes!"

Elizabeth sobbing, did so.

"It's just you... and me," said Taylor.

There was something about his green eyes... so reassuring. She felt herself calming down. She nodded, slowly, even as Taylor started to undress both of them.

But then just as Elizabeth was beginning to calm down, she heard Jennifer, behind her, say, "Doctor Vincent Roman! Come here!"

Elizabeth cried out, "No!"

Taylor held her face. "Don't look!

"But-"

"Remember, there's only you and me!"

Elizabeth took a deep breath, and nodded dumbly.

Taylor took off the rest of his clothes, and then proceeded to work on hers. Elizabeth let him remove her shirt, but winced as he removed her standard issue Survey Service bra. Her small round breasts slunk downwards. She moved to cover them with her hands, but he kissed her forehead and whispered, "Don't." Elizabeth, trembling, let her arms fall to her sides.

"Vincent, are you attracted to Elizabeth Shaw?" Jennifer asked, as they stood a few feet to the side.

"I don't know," said Vincent.

"You... don't... know...." Said Jennifer, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She gave him a sly look out of the corner of her eyes. "Vincent, if you don't report accurate data, you will ruin the experiment. If you ruin the experiment, I will have to give you the isotope." Jennifer looked at him with playful eyes.

"Yes," said Vincent promptly. "Yes, I am attracted to Elizabeth."

"That's what I thought," said Jennifer, with a mocking expression of approval.

They watched as Taylor removed Elizabeth's pants. "Watch closely, Vincent. We're just getting to the good part," said Jennifer.

And then, before their very eyes, Taylor slowly pulled down Elizabeth's Survey Service panties, making her lift one leg and then the other so he could remove it fully. Elizabeth felt the eyes of the crew, of Jennifer, of Vincent, of everyone on her unruly pubic bush.

Taylor lay her down on the bed. Her body was trembling. "Kiss me, Michael. Please," she whispered, in an urgent voice.

Taylor lay on top of her and pressed his lips against hers. Elizabeth grabbed him, holding him tight, using the kiss like a tranquilizer. She thought of the strong, firm man on top of her. He would be her rock. He would be her anchor, she thought. She hugged him tightly, feeling he would protect her in the storm.

Michael kissed her again, and slowly felt her body getting her used to his touch. He could feel her getting aroused, despite everything else. "Are you ready?" he whispered into her ear.

"No... yes.... no...." she said, looking scared. Then she bit her lip. "Yes. Do it, before I lose my nerve."

Elizabeth looked so scared, so helpless; something about the vulnerable expression on her face, her need for him, made his penis especially hard. Taylor looked down at her nether entrance. Her pubis was just like it had been in the virtual layer; big and hairy like an untrimmed bush. Slowly he felt around with the head of his organ until he found what he was looking for. Elizabeth, feeling him reach the right spot, met his eye, knowing the time had come. She saw him looking at her, for a sign. Elizabeth took a deep breath, bit her her lip even harder and nodded to him. Taylor nodded back, and lifted himself up, and slowly but surely inserted himself into her. Elizabeth gasped.

As he filled her completely, her eyes widened.

"So... so big," she breathed.

Despite the unusual circumstances, and the eyes of all the remaining crew on them, Taylor smiled. He started to move his firm body athletically in and out of her. Elizabeth held onto him tightly, hanging on for emotional support she desperately needed. She was the most shy woman in the crew when it came to sex and here she was now, having sex in front of everyone! What were they thinking? Would she ever be able to face them again, after they had seen her breasts, after they had seen Taylor putting it in her?

And yet, despite her anxiety, she groaned with arousal. He was so thick!

"Are you all right?" Taylor asked, concern lovingly written all over his face.

"Yeah," she whispered, looking down.

Taylor whispered to her, "It's just like it was... in the other place, isn't it?"

The other place. The virtual layer. The imaginary world where she and Taylor had fallen for each other, and become a couple. Elizabeth had rejected the experience afterwards, because there had been no actual physicality, but as she felt Taylor move in and out, she realized he was right.

"Yes," she whispered, as she felt the head of his penis rub deep inside of her. "But... you're even bigger."

Taylor smiled broadly as he moved in and out of her. Her slick furry slit felt so good against the head of his penis. He could feel himself starting to progress towards orgasm. It wouldn't be long now.

But what about Elizabeth? "Are you... are you going to be able to...?"

Elizabeth paused, as if considering. "It's nice, but... I... I don't think so, no."

No. If Elizabeth didn't have an orgasm, Jennifer would know, and give her the isotope.

Jennifer smiled as she stood by them, sensing their emotions. She looked over at Vincent, and fondled his shoulders. "How does that make you feel, watching Captain Taylor being so very intimate with the woman you love?"

Vincent said nothing. He watched Taylor's long shaft appear and disappear inside of Elizabeth's unruly muff. He saw the way she grasped him tightly, her arms and legs wrapped around his back. She wanted to be inseminated. She wanted to be taken.

Vincent was conflicted. On the one hand, he wished it were him, lying on top of Elizabeth, filling her with his organ. He had an erection, and he could be doing it right now. On the other hand, to be allowed to see Elizabeth making love... even to another man... it aroused him beyond belief.

He turned to look at Jennifer and she smiled at him wickedly. He didn't need to answer her question. She could sense what was going on in his mind. The burning need, the tremendous desire....

"I... I can't get there," Elizabeth told Taylor, as he continued to plunge inside of her.

"Don't say that!" Taylor whispered fiercely. "You can! You can, Elizabeth!"

"I can't!" she cried.

Taylor looked into her eyes. He saw she desperately wanted to. He wanted to help her in any way he could. And then the words came out of him. The words just came out of him, as the fractioning head of his penis was pleasurably painfully rubbing against her inner walls.

"Elizabeth," he said, nearing his peak. "I love you."

She gasped.

"I love you," he said again. "I love you, I love you," he kept repeating.

Elizabeth felt a tremendous sparkling in her vagina and her clitoris. Suddenly, when she had been about a mile from her destination, she felt like she was only a few feet away.

Taylor must have sensed it, because he kept repeating it with every thrust.

"I love you," he said.

"Ah," said Elizabeth.

"I love you," he said, looking insistently into her eyes. He saw her react.

"Aaah," Elizabeth said. She was getting close.

"Elizabeth, I love you," Taylor said, in a really pained voice. He felt himself getting close to the edge. Just as his emotions were driving hers, her emotional response was driving his.

"I love you I love you I love you!"

"Aaaaah!" Elizabeth cried. She felt an explosion in her vagina which expanded throughout her body. At the same time, her vagina clamped down on the head of Taylor's penis, and it was his turn to cry out as he released into her.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah!" they both cried, looking into each other's eyes. In seconds, Elizabeth's insides were filled with Taylor's sticky seed.

And then it was done.

Silence.

Elizabeth looked into his eyes, and said, "I love you too, Michael."

Taylor blinked, feeling startled. He pulled out of her, and slowly stood up, giving her a hand as she got up from the bed.

The eyes of the entire crew of the Judicator were on them, but Elizabeth didn't notice them. She gave a little smile and actually felt happy.

It was Jennifer who broke the silence, with the sound of two hands clapping. Clapping very slowly.

Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap.

Taylor, with his arms protectively wrapped around Elizabeth, turned to face Jennifer.

Jennifer smiled at him. "That was wonderful, simply wonderful. Wasn't it, Vincent?" She gave him a hard stare, prompting a quick reply.

"Yes," he said softly, his face a mixture of emotions. He found himself staring at Elizabeth's breasts. But for this one moment, Elizabeth didn't mind.

"That was such an impressive performance. Especially you, my dear Elizabeth," said Jennifer. "Your feelings... of overcoming your reluctance. Of struggling to achieve a goal. To make something happen. They were so strong... so powerful, so intoxicating." Her breasts heaved as she rubbed her hands across them. "I will be sure to share them with the others. We must study this further so we can fully screan it."

Jennifer took a step towards Elizabeth, but Taylor hastily blocked her way with his body. Elizabeth loved him for that. Even nude and defenseless, he was still her protector.

Jennifer reached out and put a hand on Taylor's shoulder, causing him to flinch. "Do not worry, dear Captain. You have earned a reprieve from the isotope... for today, anyway." And then she vanished.

After they had dressed, Elizabeth's fellow scientists came over to make sure she was all right. She thanked them with new confidence. What she had done should have utterly humiliated her, but somehow she had changed and grown from the experience.

Only Vincent didn't come to pay his respects. He stood, on the other side of the room, giving her furtive glances.

Victor spoke to Taylor about the experience. "Well, we've finally seen something that impressed them, Michael."

"Sex," said Taylor. "But if the sex isn't good enough, they give us the isotope."

"Oh, I beg to disagree, Michael. It's more than simply sex," said Victor. "It's as Jennifer said. Overcoming obstacles. Progress to achieve a goal. And then there was something else. Did you noticed the way she doted on Vincent while you two were going at it?"

"Vincent is a little worm," Elizabeth hissed.

"No, he's not. He's a man, very much in love with you, Elizabeth," said Victor. He clapped Michael on the shoulder. "Good work." Then he walked away.

Taylor turned to Elizabeth. "I have never been congratulated by so many people for having sexual intercourse."

"You do when it doesn't result in being turned into a squid," said Elizabeth, and something about the way she said that made them both laugh.

Elizabeth put her arms around him. "Was it like that on that planet... when you were a god?"

"What do you mean?"

"Having sex with a lot of women... in front of big audiences?"

Taylor smiled. "I never worked in front of an audience." His smile became broader as he saw Elizabeth wince slightly. She was jealous.

But then she looked up at him. "Did you mean it, what you said?"

I love you, Elizabeth.

Taylor paused, and said, "Of course I did." And then, "Did you?"

"Yes," said Elizabeth. And she reached up and kissed him. He embraced her and kissed her back.

The thing is, Taylor didn't mean it.

Not at all.

Taylor desperately wanted to help Elizabeth. He had seen that she wasn't going to make it. She wouldn't climax, and she would be given the isotope. He would have done anything to save her.

His mind instinctively saw what she needed to make it happen. And so he told her that he loved her. It had the desired effect.

And then, afterwards, when she asked him for confirmation, he lied again. He couldn't bring himself to tell her the truth.

Taylor was acting just like Jennifer had in the cave.

I love you, Michael. I love you so much.

She had said it to him then, desperately trying to give him the will to live when he was burning up with fever. And then afterwards, when he was out of danger, Jennifer had confirmed her love for him, but used the excuse of her husband to keep her distance.

Now, finally, Taylor began to understand how Jennifer had felt, and why she had done what she did.

"Why would I want to reproduce?" Elizabeth, the other Elizabeth, asked.

"Having a child is tremendously rewarding," said Victor.

"In what way?"

Victor paused. "It is difficult to explain. It is a feeling you have once you reproduce, I mean, to have a child."

"We, the United, routinely create more of us as needed, when we are grouped together."

"But have you ever created a child, just by yourself? Have you ever felt a child growing inside of you, nurturing from within you? Have you ever felt yourself give birth to a child?"

"No," said Elizabeth.

"It is something you should try."

Elizabeth paused, considering. "Very well."

Suddenly Elizabeth's belly began to grow large. It ballooned up. Victor took a few steps back.

Something started to flow out of her body, from between her legs, even though she was still wearing clothes. It was like animate matter, without form, a big ball of... something. Then the matter started to take shape. It grew a head and a body. Very quickly it became a United, with a big eye on its head and tentacles attached to it six foot long body.

"It is done," said Elizabeth. "When do I begin feeling motivated?"

Victor's jaw dropped open. He searched for the right words. "This isn't usually how it is done."

"I have done everything you said. The being gestated inside my body. I disgorged it."

Victor winced. "It's not just about the disgorgement. It's about spending months feeling your baby inside you, bonding with it."

"So the feeling centers around being host to a parasitical creature which absorbs your energy?" Elizabeth asked.

"I wouldn't put it that way," said Victor. "We do not see children as parasites. There is more to it than that. Children are created in an act of love."

Suddenly, Elizabeth was nude, her small round breasts hanging down her chest, her brown pubic hair sparkling in the orange-yellow light of the molten planet's core. She reached out for Victor.

Victor took a step back. "No, that's not the kind of love I mean. Not the act of sex, but creating a child with a person you feel love for."

"We do not feel love. The United do not feel anything," said Elizabeth.

"More's the pity," said Victor, watching as her breasts and vagina were suddenly covered in clothes again. "Giving birth is only the first step. There is great joy in teaching your child, in watching him develop and grow."

Elizabeth pointed to the squid she had created and said, "This being is fully developed and fully grown. It knows everything that I do, since I created it. Is there nothing else I can do with it that would evoke motivation on my part?"

Victor paused, thinking quickly. He paced back and forth, staring alternatively at Elizabeth, who was watching him intently, and the giant squid, who was also watching him with its giant eye.

Finally he said, "Not at the moment, no."

"Then this experiment has no further value."

And the squid exploded into pieces.

"What did you do?" Victor cried.

"I ended the experiment," said Elizabeth.

"But you killed a living being."

"So?" said Elizabeth. "Why does it matter?"

At that moment, Victor realized that the United didn't value life, not even their own. It was another symptom of having a lack of purpose. Without purpose, what was life worth? To the United, even their own lives were worth nothing.

Victor had wondered about all the United that Taylor and his men had blown up in battle. Had they really killed so many United, or had it been some kind of fabrication? At that moment, Victor realized it had all been real. The United simply didn't care if they lived or died. They were being held captive by a psychopathic race that placed no value on any life, even their own.

He looked at Elizabeth in horror. She stared at him with a blank face. "This experiment is at an end."​