Fantasy The People Makers

Jill was surprised.

Haggis O'Leary was a complete gentleman. He gently kissed her as he rubbed her arms and shoulders. He moved slowly, without a care in the world, waiting until he sensed she was relaxed enough to remove her white jumpsuit. He pulled hers and his off and lay with her for the longest time, kissing and stroking.

"You're so gentle. I didn't know it could be like this," she said.

"I thought you told me you don't enjoy sex," said Haggis.

"This isn't sex," said Jill. "This is just touching and petting."

Haggis gently played with an erect nipple. "Well, I can see at least two parts of you that aren't frigid."

Jill laughed, and pulled him towards her. They kissed.

And then, when Haggis sensed she was ready, he entered her. Jill gasped as she was taken fully.

"First time?"

"Not quite," said Jill. "But it's been a few years. Not 500 though," she said, laughing again.

Haggis smiled, which meant the world to her. And then he started moving inside of her. Jill felt an unfamiliar tingling.

"Haggis."

"Yes?"

"Haggis!"

"What?"

"I'm feeling something!"

"Are you?"

"Yes! Keep doing what you're doing!"

"Which do you mean? This?" He moved into her. "Or this?" He pulled out of her.

She gasped and kissed him. "All of it."

And then, after a half hour of steady effort, Haggis brought Jill to her first orgasm with another man. She guided him, telling him when to go faster or slower, harder or softer, when to kiss her and hug her really hard. When she climaxed, she cried out his name. Sometime during the process, during a time she didn't know, Haggis seemed to have climaxed as well.

They lay together in the darkness. "I didn't know it could be like that."

"With the right man, it can."

She nodded and stared intently at him in the darkness.

"You want to partner with Jill?" Bessie asked, glancing anxiously at both of them.

"You have a solid grasp of the situation," said Haggis.

"I don't know, Haggis," the First One said.

"What is it you don't know?" Haggis asked.

"Well, Haggis, you've been keeping to yourself quite a bit. Only two women in three months."

"Jill will be number three."

"Yes, that's nice, but I think you need to branch out more, diversify a bit, and try other women."

"Do you have any specific recommendations in mind?" Haggis asked.

"Well yes." The fat woman, brushed her hair self consciously. "Me, for one thing."

"You."

"My genotraits would be a perfect complement to yours. Graylor has told me that repeatedly."

"Has he?"

"We would be an excellent match, but even if we weren't, if you would just partner with me first, then you could have your chance with Jill."

Jill looked at the obese woman in horror. She was blackmailing Haggis, pressuring him to have sex with her in return for having their partnering approved. She was about to tell him not to, to tell him to refuse, when Haggis spoke first.

"No."

"What?"

"No," said Haggis. "I decline your generous offer."

The First One sighed, causing her heavy tits and belly to ripple. "I was afraid you'd say that. Then I'm going to have to recommend to the Committee that your application to partner be denied as being premature."

"You do that," said Haggis. "You can also explain to Graylor why you want to deny Jill's first request to partner with anyone. Jill, if our application is turned down, will you be partnering with anyone else?"

"No Haggis, I won't."

"You can explain all that to Graylor. That won't be a problem, will it?"

"You seem like an excellent match," said Graylor, hissing slightly as he stared at their gene plates.

"I feel so tremendously flattered."

"So do I," said Jill.

"Haggis is a natural high scorer. We're a little surprised, then, that you are only his third match since he arrived here."

"I'm very particular who I choose," said Haggis. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Jill sitting up straight and smiling.

"Very well," said Graylor. He turned to Bessie and Frog. "Any objections?"

They shook their heads.

"Then let us begin."

They got a score of 700, nearly identical to Haggis's previous scores.

"You see, I told you," said Haggis. "We did respectably well, but not well enough to pass their little test."

"How did you know?"

"Let's just say I'm a good judge of character," said Haggis.

"Were you a geneticist back on Earth?'

"No. Just a good judge of character," said Haggis cryptically.

She smiled at him. "Listen, Haggis, I now understand the need to partner with someone every month... would you like to partner with me next month?" She stared at him intently. The first man to ever give her an orgasm!

"I'm sorry, Jill. But my source told me we had to partner with different people very month for it to count," said Haggis.

"Oh." Her eyelashes fluttered. "Then... can we still just be friends? I'd like that."

Haggis sucked in his lips. "I'd like that too." He abruptly turned away and left, leaving her to frown.
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The Story of Chloe Detmer​

Jill Penny wasn't the only Resistor. Resisters were primarily women, but they had all different reasons for not participating in the Experiment. Chloe Detmer wasn't particularly troubled that Man Made Temperature Change had destroyed the Earth. What did trouble her was losing Daniel, the love of her life.

Daniel.

Daniel, her fiance, meant everything to her. Chloe couldn't recall how she had been taken from the Earth without her beloved Daniel and yet it had happened. She had fallen in love with him when they met by chance at a White Lives Don't Matter rally in New York City. What followed was a whirlwind romance and a six month engagement. Chloe tried as hard as she could but couldn't remember how close to their marriage date they had been before she had been taken. Close, she thought.

After Daniel, she wasn't interested in partnering with any of the men on the Station. How could she be?

"Hey Michelle," said Craig.

"Hey Craig," Michelle Delving grinned. "How're you doing?"

"Great!" said Craig. "Where you been? Haven't seen you around!" For the first time ever, Craig was seeing Michelle without her mysterious and creepy children, Damon and Eva. Where were they? Had she left them behind in her quarters? Had the Federationistas ejected them into space? Craig didn't know and didn't care.

"Oh, I've been around," said Michelle. "It's kind of like, I've been in Algeria when you've been in Bermuda, or I've been in Bermuda when you've been in Oregon. Know what I mean?"

"I do," Craig grinned. "I missed not seeing you."

"Oh, that's so sweet!" Michelle gave him a beautiful smile. "Listen, why don't we-"

"Mommy Mommy!" Damon and Eva came running up on little legs.

"Hello my dears, be with you in a minute," said Michelle.

"We want you now, Mommy!" Eva cried, tugging at her hand.

"Just a minute dear, I'm talking to this handsome man-"

"Don't talk to him, Mommy! He's bad!" said Damon.

"Very bad!" said Eva.

Michelle gave a nervous chuckle. "Craig, I'm so sorry, you know how kids are-"

"Mommy, we want to go!" said Damon, tugging on one hand.

"We want to go nooow!" said Eva, tugging on the other.

"Maybe we'll talk later, Craig?"

"Yeah," said Craig, giving a false smile which faded the instant she turned away.

Craig growled and shook his head. "Those kids are really pissing me off! They are really pissing me off!"

"I don't think they're real kids at all," said Roland. "They are creations of the Federationistas."

"Then why are they telling her not to partner with men?" said Craig.

"They're not telling her not to partner with men," said Roland. "They're telling her not to partner with you."

"Those kids really are pissing me off!" Craig repeated. He looked around. "Where's the Weeper? Anybody see the Weeper?"

Frog approached their table.

"Frog! You seen the Weeper anywhere?"

"The Weeper?"

"The girl who cries all the time."

"Oh, you mean Lara Wilder. I think I saw her in Algeria earlier."

"Thanks! I got to drain my balls." He started to get up to go but Frog held out a restraining hand (of sorts).

"Wait," said Frog. "There's something I need to talk to you all about."

"What is it, Frog?" Donnie Burch asked.

"It's about Chloe Detmer."

A collective groan went up from the men's table.

"You always bring us the tough cases, don't you?" said Ardis McDuff.

"The poor girl is so heartbroken for her fiance that she won't partner with anyone," said Frog.

"How sad for her," said Ardis.

"How sad for you," Frog countered. "None of you gentlemen have scored over 600 in any of your pairings in recent weeks. Don't you want to improve your composite scores?"

Frog's threat was unspoken, but was immediately understood.

"The only way to do that is to try new women. Well, no one has tried pairing with Chloe Detmer."

Craig took a deep breath and stared around the table. His gaze caught Dickie Weymouth, who raised his eyebrows and nodded.

"All right," said Craig. "I'll give it a try." He got up to go.

"One thing more thing," Frog said.

"What is it now?"

"Do you plan to use your standard approach of persuading prospective partners to join you?"

"My standard approach?""

"Describing the violent, animalistic way you intend to have intercourse with them and give them intense sexual pleasure with your fabulous organ of reproduction," said Frog.

"Is that the impression you have of me?" said Craig.

"It sounds pretty accurate to me," said Gavin Ansom. Other heads nodded in agreement.

"I'm hurt. I'm stunned!" said Craig, putting a hand to his chest. "There are many roads to a woman's heart. I can be just as subtle and seductive as the situation requires."

"I'm sure you can," said Frog, his talk-crystal glowing. "Just remember, she's a sensitive woman."

"I'll remember," said Craig, with a grin.

Chloe Detmer's quarters were full of 3D holos of Daniel. Dozens of them, all different sizes and with different facial expressions and manner of dress. Seeing all these faces of a long dead man just staring into space was a little disconcerting.

Why do I always get the nutty ones? Craig wondered.

"Hey babe," he said.

"Hello," said Chloe. She looked sad as if she had recently been crying. If only she was as easy to fuck as the Weeper.

"Is this the, uh, guy who you left behind on Earth?"

She nodded.

"Lucky guess," Craig grinned. "You must miss him a lot."

"I do! He was the love of my life!" She sniffled.

"Why?"

"What?"

"Why was he the love of your life?"

"Why? He was kind, he was gentle, he was-"

"Yes, yes, yes," said Craig. "But did he pound your pussy really hard?"

"What?" Chloe reeled as if she had been slapped.

"I said, DID HE POUND YOUR PUSSY REALLY HARD?"

"How can you ask that!" Her face was pained.

"I ask because it's the only relevant question," said Craig. "Ask a woman why she fell in love with a man and she'll give the same tripe that you just did. Kind, loving, and so on. Please. It all starts with sex. Sex is the foundation. If the foundation is not good, the building falls."

"I didn't love him for the sex!"

"Did you have sex with him?"

"Well... yes!"

"Was it good?"

Chloe bit her lip. She couldn't believe she was talking about this with a strange man!

"Did he pound your pussy really good?" He pointed to one of the holoimages of Daniel. "Did he have a big, hard rod?"

"You're disgusting!"

"I'm honest," said Craig. "Women at their heart are animals, just like men. You deny it on your deathbed but there's nothing you like better than big, hard cock. Daniel must really have rodded you really good for you to fall for him like that, but I've got some good news for you, darling."

"What?"

"I'm bigger!" Craig grabbed his crotch. "And by bigger I don't just mean longer. I know what women want, what they really want. They want thickness. They want girth. Would you like to see it, babe?"

"No!"

"But you're thinking about it, aren't you? Right now that's all you're thinking about, isn't it? How big and thick my nice, juicy cock is!"

"Not at all!"

"Then why are you staring down here?" He grabbed it again. "You can't help it. You're horrified by the animal part of you. You're horrified by the thought of my laying you back on your bed, spreading your legs and putting my big, thick cockmeat inside of you. You're afraid you'll like it! You're afraid you'll love it! You're afraid you'll wrap your arms and legs around me and cry my name as I pound your pussy to oblivion! Part of you is horrified by the thought of it, but another part, the animal part you can't deny, is excited by it and doesn't just want it but actually DEMANDS IT!"

Chloe gasped like a fish out of water, reaching for words. Finally she found her voice. "Get out!" She cried.

"Your mouth says get out, but your tits say something else. Look!"

Chloe looked down in horror as she saw her nipples were making imprints on her tight white jumpsuit.

"That's right, Chloe. Your body can't lie. Your body doesn't have a brain. It just has desires. That hole between your leg was made to crave what I can give you. You can't help feel the need for it. You'll never feel whole without my cockmeat inside you."

"I don't want you!" she said, her voice cracking.

"Of course you do," said Craig. "Look at all these pictures of your dead boyfriend around us. It gives us the most obvious of clues. You sit here and rub your clit staring at them, don't you? How many times have you rubbed your clit staring at these holos, Chloe? How many times?"

And then Chloe's defiance crumbled and she started to cry.

Craig came over and put an arm around her. "There there. I know you miss what's his name. But he was just a man, Chloe. Tell me, did he give good oral?"

"Oral?" Chloe looked puzzled.

"You... you mean he didn't even give oral? How could you love a man who didn't give oral?" Craig sounded genuinely puzzled. "I don't do it as a general rule myself, but if you suck on my cock really good, and do a good job of it, I might favor you." He flicked his tongue several times rapidly. "Once you've had me, there's never better."

Chloe's face contorted as if she was just realizing exactly how terrible Craig really was. Once again she struggled for her voice, only finding it with effort.

"Get out... GET OUT!!!!"

"All right, babe," said Craig, casually sauntering to the door. "You're not ready for the cockmaster yet, I dig it. I'll still be here for you when you are. Let me know."

Her scream could be heard even as the door slammed shut behind him.

Standing in the hallway with one leg crossed over the other was Dickie Weymouth.

"So? Is she primed?"

"Boy is she primed," said Craig. "You owe me one, brother."

"You got it," said Dickie.

The next day Dickie Weymouth entered Chloe's quarters, and his tone was decidedly different. He spoke softly and sympathetically to her. He gave his intense sympathies for her loss and told her he couldn't imagine what she was going through. After her harsh encounter with Craig, Dickie felt like a breath of fresh air. Chloe found herself opening up and talking to the handsome young men. Over the course of several days they got to know each other.

And then, as casually as ever, Dickie asked, "Have you ever thought of partnering with anyone?"

"Partnering? No, I couldn't," said Chloe. "Not after Daniel. I couldn't be with any man after Daniel."

"I can see why you might feel that way. I know how deeply you loved him," said Dickie. "But suppose the situation had been reversed."

"Reversed?"

"Suppose you had been the one who died and Daniel had survived. Would you want him to have grieved for you?"

"Certainly!"

"But... would you have wanted him to grieve the rest of his life?" He saw the doubt forming on her face, and pressed forward. "Would you have wanted him to deny himself the company of women for the rest of his life?"

"I suppose... I've never thought about it." She paused. "If... If I were gone, yes, I would want him to remarry. I would want him to be happy."

Dickie felt ready to close the trap. "And so what do you think Daniel would have wanted of you?"

Chloe paused, staring at one of the dead facsimiles of her dead fiance. "I... I don't know."

"Do you think he would have wanted you to be single and alone the rest of your life?"

"No. He... He...."

"He what?"

Her shoulders slumped. "He would have wanted me to be happy, with another man."

'Then... do you think you're honoring his wishes?"

Chloe looked from the facsimile of Daniel to Dickie's face. Dickie's kind, insightful, warm face. And it had been right in front of her the entire time.

"620," said Graylor.

"What does that mean?" said Chloe.

"It's an above average score, dear," said Bessie. "You should be proud."

"And... that's it?" said Chloe.

"A passing grade is 800," said Frog. "We encourage you to try again." She saw her staring at Dickie. "With other partners."

"Other partners? What about Dickie?"

"We generally don't see much in the way of improved scores when a couple retry," Bessie explained. "But I have a database of men who I think would be a lot more genetically compatible." She put a pudgy hand on her shoulder. "Come by my office, tomorrow dear, and we'll talk about it."

"All right," said Chloe sadly. She started for the door but turned to Dickie. "Coming dear?"

"In a moment."

Chloe nodded and left.

"Good work, Mr. Weymouth," said Bessie.

"Yes, I opened her up for you, in more ways than one," Dickie grinned. "You shouldn't have much trouble getting her to fuck other men."

"It's not about the fucking, Dickie," said Bessie.

"Sorry. I should have said, you won't have much trouble getting her to partner with other men. Satisfied?" When he saw her nod, he said, "You owe me one."

Bessie frowned, but nodded. "What do you want?"

"Shinn Girl. I haven't had her in a while."

"That... can be arranged."

"I'll be sharing her with Craig," said Weymouth. He saw the surprise on her face. "Problem?"

Bessie's frown grew deeper as she paused, deep in thought. Then she said, "No."​