Fantasy The People Makers

740.

That was the score on their second try. They had suppressed some of Taylor's genes associated with determination and also decreased some of Tessa's genes associated with communitarianism. It was thought it might help raise their Population score, which was dragging down the rest of their ratings. But the score they got was 10 points lower than their first attempt.

"Don't be discouraged," said Frog. "To get a 750 and then a 740 is still incredible. It's the best any of us have seen. You have to keep trying."

"We will," said Tessa, giving Taylor a look which didn't allow for any dissension.

When they left the Genetic Council Chambers, Sophie was outside in the hallway, waiting for them. She looked uncertainly at Taylor.

Taylor shook his head.

Sophie broke out in smiles and hugged him.

Tessa didn't seem to mind.

When Taylor gently disengaged he said, "We got almost the same score."

"But we're going to try again," said Tessa firmly. "Have lunch with us, Sophie?"

Sophie nodded, feeling very ashamed. But Tessa acted like nothing had happened between them at lunch, being very friendly and solicitous. Taylor realized that for all her faults Tessa was an amazing woman. He loved her so much. He would have no choice but to agree to try again.

740.

Their third score was identical to their second attempt. It was three days later and after much brainstorming (more on Tessa's part than Taylor's), they had decided that instead of decreasing his determination and her communitarianism to do the opposite, to increase them both, as well as boosting her genes associated with empathy. "Surely that will help our low Population score."

It didn't. They got top scores for Art and Technology, Self Awareness and Community, but only an E4 for Standard of Living and only an E2 for Population growth.

"I don't understand it," said Tessa. "There's no one who enjoys sex more than me!"

Taylor paused. He guessed the truth, but didn't want to say it.

"Well, we'll just have to try again," said Tessa resolutely.

'That would not be advised," said Graylor.

"What?" said Tessas.

"Three Test Results are pretty conclusive, especially results as close together as these are," said Graylor. "750, 740, and another 740."

"But... but... we're so perfect together... we were made for each other, I just know it!" said Tessa.

"A feeling cannot trump the data," said Graylor.

"So... what do we do now?"

"All is not lost," said Graylor. "The two of you have proven you are high scorers. Very high scorers. There is still a chance of success if you attempted pairings with other partners."

"What?" said Taylor.

"You must pair with other women," said Frog. "And Tessa must select other men."

"NO!" Taylor roared. "I won't permit this! Tessa, this is too much! I have gone along with this, THIS, against my better judgment, for my love of you. But I will not participate any further... and neither will you!"

She stared at him calmly without batting an eye, and didn't say a word.

"Sorry things didn't work out for you," said Craig Cobin. "You two seemed like such a great couple." He grinned at Taylor.

"We are a couple," said Taylor.

"But not a successful breeding pair," said Gavin Ansom. "Have you given any thought to who you might pair with next?"

"Susan Shinn is most people's first choice. Very sexy. I've had her many a time," said Craig.

"Marion Kelly has some solid genetics under her belt," said Donne Burch, winking broadly.

"Jessica Whiskey could be just the thing for you," said Dickie Weymouth. "And if not, she's still a great fuck in bed-"

"I'm not interested in any of them," said Taylor.

"Then how about that other hot lady you came with?" said Ardis McDuff.

"The other hot lady?"

"The one who stares all the time. The one with the slender hourglass figure and the big tits," said Ardis. "Sophie, that's her name, isn't it? She stares at you like you're her property."

"We're fellow officers," said Taylor. "That's all." The image of their recent lovemaking, of Sophie gasping as he came inside of her, came instantly to mind.

"I'm sure," said Gavin. "You sound so very dedicated to Tessa. But then the question becomes, is Tessa so very dedicated to you?"

"How was he?" Susan Shinn asked.

"You can tell us!" said Jessica Whiskey.

"It's not exactly my first time having Michael, you know," said Tessa, indicating her burgeoning belly.

"He's so handsome!" said Susan. "Those shoulders! That chest! That smile!"

"That's my Michael," said Tessa dreamily. "He is such an amazing fuck, girls. Every inch of him."

The women cackled with glee. "Tell us more!"

Tessa smiled and reclined lazily in her chair. "When you're in his arms... that big chest, those firm hands, that strong stare... it feels like being taken by the Almighty himself," said Tessa. "And that amazing Survey Service Cock... it fills me so wonderfully!" she gave an angelic smile.

The girls tittered with joy.

"Oh!" said Susan, shuddering. "I'd love to have him!"

Tessa paused. "You could... if he's willing, but.... I don't think he's likely to participate, girls," said Tessa.

"Aww......" A chorus of groans.

"What about you?" said Susan.

"What about me?" said Tessa.

"Who are you going to pair with?"

Tessa felt all eyes on her. "Me... I don't know." She looked down. "I'm not really sure I can do that to Michael."

"You can, Honey," said Susan, grasping her shoulders supportively. "You're not the first husband wife team to arrive here to realize their genetic fate lay in different directions."

"But to do it to Michael... it would devastate him," said Tessa. She touched her belly. Could she really have sex with another man while carrying Michael's child inside of her?

That night a ball of light entered Tessa's head, even as she lay in Taylor's arms. Tessa shifted slightly as the life energy of F lodged firmly in her brain.

What F was about to do was doubly proscribed. It would taint the entire Experiment. But with the Experiment about to be canceled anyway, F figured that there was nothing left to lose.

You want to partner with another man.

"Hm?" Tessa said aloud. Taylor did not stir.

You want to partner with another man, F thought.

No... no... I love Michael..... Tessa, restless, shifted in Taylor's arms. Taylor groaned and tightened his grip on her.

This is not about love. This is about survival of the human race, F thought.

Survival of the human race.... Tessa's eyes were wide open now, staring into empty space.

You must mate and partner with other men to help the human race survive, F thought.

Yes... it is my duty...... Tessa's mouth opened wide, even as her eyes continued to stare into space. And that was the last thing she knew.

Taylor watched Hommed conducting the service for Ajuba at breakfast in Algeria.

"All praise Ajuba!" he cried.

"Praise Ajuba!" two dozen chanted back at him.

"We thank Ajuba for permitting us to participate in the Holy Act of Reproduction!"

The Holy Act of Reproduction.

Taylor looked over at Tessa to make a wry remark, and saw her apprehension. "What is it?"

"Michael... Dear... I have something to tell you."

Taylor's face froze. "What is it?"

Tessa rubbed the tabletop uncomfortably.

"I... I have decided to try partnering again."

"Again?" said Taylor. "You heard what they said. We've already done it three times-"

"No," she shook her head and winced. "Not us. Me."

"WHAT?" His expression hurt more more than anything. "What are you saying?"

"You know what I'm saying," said Tessa, looking extremely uncomfortable.

"You... you're going to fuck other men-"

"You fucked your first officer right in front of me!"

"That was different," said Taylor. "You approved it. You arranged it. I don't consent to this."

"I... I have to do this."

"No you don't!" said Taylor. "Tessa, you're going to fuck another man... while my child is inside you?"

Her hand shook uncomfortably. "The... the sex is just the symbolic part. It's all about the genetic partnering."

"Don't give me that! Tessa, I've given you a lot of leeway in our relationship. A LOT! I've catered to your... fancies. But this is too much! THIS IS TOO MUCH! I FORBID IT!" he cried.

Tessa looked away for a long moment, with a pained expression on her face. Then she mustered the strength to face him again. "I'm sorry Michael... but there's nothing you can do to stop me."

"She can't," said Sophie. "She wouldn't!" She looked searchingly into Taylor's eyes. If possible, she looked even more distressed than Taylor did.

Taylor watched as Tessa talked to a group of men, flirting and laughing with them. No announcement had been made, but none needed to be made. What she was doing was obvious.

"How can she do it?" said Sophie. "Is she really going to have sex... with another man... while she's heavily pregnant with your child?"

Taylor bit his lip and looked incredibly distressed.

"How can she do such a thing? I never thought she could sink this low," said Sophie.

"Maybe she didn't," said Haggis, who just happened to be walking by. "Maybe she had help."

That afternoon Taylor sat by himself eating lunch not far from the Men's Table. Tessa was having lunch with Gavin Ansom. The men implored Taylor to join them, but Taylor ate silently on his own.

"Hey Space Captain!" said Craig Cobin. "Where's your woman? What's she doing way over there with another man?"

"Not so bold now, is he?" said Dickie Weymouth. "The brave, bold Space Captain. Cuckolded in front of everyone."

"I don't think he's really a Space Captain," said Ardis McDuff. "He's probably an imposter like the last one."

"Guys, leave him be," said Roland Miller.

"No, no," said Craig. "The Gallant Space Captain can stand anything. After all, he went to the year 20 billion and saved the planet, didn't you, Space Captain?" He got up and approached Taylor's table with a nasty grin on his face, made more sinister looking by his crooked nose.

He put his hands on Taylor's shoulders and spoke into his ear. "You did it for us, didn't you, Space Captain? Well, Tessa's doing it for us, too. She's a hero, just like you. And tonight, when Gavin is pounding her pussy, when your baby is shaking and rocking back and forth while another man's dick is rocking your woman's cunt, you can be grateful, truly grateful-"

SMACK!

Craig went sprawling to the ground, his face and lip bloody. Taylor stood above him, his fists clenched.

"Easy, Captain Taylor," said Hot Dog, suddenly appearing.

"Take it easy, Captain!" said Hamburger.

Craig scrambled away on hands and feet before getting up at a safe distance. He felt Taylor's hard glare. He winced as he touched his bloody lip. "He'll be the first to have her, Space Captain. But I guarantee you this: he won't be the last."

Right before dinner Taylor cornered Tessa. "You can't do this," he said.

"I told you, I have to," she said.

"He's a Headophile!" said Taylor.

"What?"

"A Headophile!"

Tessa gave an amused laugh. "Dear, he's a former World Government Controller for the Free State of California. I hardly think-"

"He's not a WG Controller of anything. He's a convicted Headophile."

Tessa put her hands on her hips, making her belly stick out. "And how do you know that?"

"Sophie told me."

"And how did she know that?"

"Haggis told her."

"And how did he know that?"

Taylor paused. He didn't know.

"From what I've heard, Haggis O'Leary is the resident conspiracy theorist here," said Tessa, petting her hair self-consciously. "He'll say or do anything to sabotage pairings. He's the least community minded citizen here."

"Tessa, please, you can't do this," said Taylor, grasping her hands. "You're carrying our baby!"

"Yes, Michael," she said, smiling back at him. "That's who I'm doing this for. You and the baby."

Taylor couldn't help but watch.

Tessa was having dinner with Gavin Ansom. Taylor knew what was happening. What was going to happen. After dinner he was going to take her back to his quarters. Then he was going to fuck her. He was going to make love to the woman of his life, the woman carrying his child. Gavin's penis would only be inches from his baby. The thought made him want to retch.

And then afterwards, they would go hand in hand to the Genetic Council to try to create a whole new human race. A human race based on the genes of Tessa... and Gavin.

Sophie sat at his side, with a look of tremendous concern. Taylor didn't know which was worse, watching the two of them dine together or knowing what was going to come next. Every time Tessa laughed or smiled at him he gritted his teeth. He wanted to go over there and tear her away from him. It took all his self restraint to keep himself in his chair.

"This may be the hardest thing I've ever done," he whispered.

"I know," said Sophie. She put her hand over his. "I'm here for you, Michael."

Taylor gave her a pained but appreciative look. "I... I can't believe she's doing this of her own accord. They must be making her do this!"

"If they are, they probably didn't have to push her very hard," said Sophie.

Taylor gave her a surprised look.

"You knew who and what she was when you started seeing her, Michael. You knew she a woman with...." Sophie chose her words carefully, ".... unusual appetites."

Taylor looked over at his woman, his love, whose belly was bulging with his child as she was wined and dined by another man while he watched helplessly.

When Gavin finally stood up at the end of the meal and pulled Tessa with him, she looked Taylor's way and her smile froze, for just a moment. Then she obediently let herself be led away on Gavin's arm.

Taylor stifled a cry. Sophie hugged him tight. And then she was pulling at him, pulling him out of the Oregon Lounge.

All eyes were on Taylor as he let Sophie take him away.

It wasn't until he got to her quarters that he started to cry. Large, manful moans escaped his mouth as he sobbed in Sophie's arms.

She patted his back, looking very troubled.

"Sophie! I love her so much!" he said, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"I know, I know."

"She's fucking another man with my baby inside of her! With my baby!" he cried.

"I know," said Sophie. She hugged him tightly, rocking back and forth.

Eventually exhaustion took over and he fell asleep in her arms.

The following morning Sophie and Taylor saw Tessa and Gavin at breakfast.

"Good morning, Dear," she said.

Taylor just stared at her. His eyes were red and burning.

"I'm sorry we had to do what we did," she said, indicating Gavin. "But we're meeting with the Genetic Council right after breakfast. It will all be over soon."

Gavin gave Taylor a curt nod, but Taylor glared back at him with hate filled eyes.

"Come, Michael," said Sophie, pulling him away.

640.

"640?" said Taylor. "All this... fucking another man, breeding with him, was for a lousy 640? That's a 110 points below what we got!"

"I know," said Tessa, licking her lips uncomfortably. "I felt sure that a distinguished WG Controller would be the perfect match. Our scores were generally good but our Population Growth score was low. Graylor said it was an unpredictable fluctuation and I would probably do better with another partner."

"What?" said Taylor. "Tessa... don't tell me... don't tell me you're going to do this again?"

She took his hand. "I have to, dear. The fate of mankind is at stake."

"There's got to be a way out of here! There's just got to be!" said Taylor.

"The Survey Service will find us," said Sophie. "The Service never leaves anyone behind."

"This place has been here a long time, Sophie," said Taylor. "They've been kidnapping people for years."

"But this time they went too far. They kidnapped a Survey Service Captain. They kidnapped you. Do you really think that Admiral Chellina would do anything short of mobilizing an entire task force to find us?"

"No," said Taylor. "But where will she find us? Where are we?" He paused. "We have to escape ourselves."

"How?"

Taylor thought for a minute. "Haggis."

Taylor, Sophie, and Haggis stood outside the orange door.

"It won't work," said Haggis.

"You got through once before, didn't you?" Taylor said.

"Yes. And I got on a ship and got away, and then they turned the ship around and brought me right back," said Haggis.

"You let me worry about the ship. Just get us through that door."

Haggis took a deep breath. "Ship."

"Yes, Haggis. How are you today?"

"Quite well, thank you. Ship, I want you to create a simulation where I have access to all the Station's top level access codes. Use actual data from your memory banks to simulate this access."

"Done, Haggis."

"Ship, open the hanger bay door."

They all looked at the orange door. It didn't move.

"Ship, open the hanger bay door."

Ship didn't respond.

"Nothing's happening," said Taylor

"How astute," said Haggis. "I'm not especially surprised. After I got in the first time, it seems they patched this little hole in their security system."

"It's just a door!" Taylor pounded on it with a thump. "If only we had a cutting torch...." He looked at the door control panel. He tried pressing some buttons. Nothing happened.

"There appears to be no power to this door," said Sophie.

"Then I'll force it open!" Taylor cried. He tried to slide the door open. He grunted. He gasped. Then he gave up, panting heavily.

"There has to be a way! There has to!" said Taylor.

"If there is, Captain, we'll find it," said Sophie, putting a hand on his shoulder.

Tessa's second partner was Ardis McDuff. She and Taylor reconciled, sort of, before her partnering with Ardis, which occurred three days later. Tessa and Taylor slept together and talked to each other, but the passion was gone between them. When Tessa went off to partner with Ardis, Taylor again endured the pain of knowing that the woman he loved, the woman who was carrying his child, was having sex with another man. The idea of another man's sperm pumped into his lover while she was also carrying his child made him wince with pain. He imagined the baby moving back and forth, as Ardis's penis pounded into her again and again. It made Taylor feel intensely emasculated in a way he couldn't put into words.

640. Again.

"They say not to be discouraged," said Tessa, giving Taylor a nervous smile. "Often it takes a dozen partners before you find the right one."

"A dozen partners?" Taylor's eyes went wide.

"But I'm sure it won't come to that." She kissed him, but he didn't respond. "I'm sorry, dear, it has to be done."

Frog felt her arm being pulled around from behind.

"What's going on, Frog?" said Taylor.

"What do you mean, Captain?" Her talk crystal, suspended by a chain around her neck, glowed with every word.

"Why is Tessa getting such low scores?"

"Her scores are not subjectively low, compared to other Test Subjects. In fact-"

Taylor pushed Frog against the wall. "Tell me what the problem is."

Frog paused. "We believe that Tessa has a sexual... problem. Have you observed anything of that nature, Captain?"

"Perhaps," said Taylor.

"We think that Tessa requires more sexual stimulation to enjoy the sex act than the average female test subject. This greater need for stimulation is being inherited by her descendants. For some of them, it makes them less inclined to pursue sex since getting pleasure from it is all the more difficult."

Taylor gradually released the pressure on Frog. "And less sexual pleasure means less sex. And less sex means...."

"Fewer people," said Frog. "It's a credit to her that her scores were so high despite this apparent dysfunction. Overall her psycho-social makeup is almost perfect for our purposes. The two of you produced results the closest to perfection we've ever seen."

"So if Tessa can't do it for you, tell her to stop," said Taylor. "Tell her to stop."

"Her next pairing may solve the problem."

"How?"

Frog paused, as if reluctant to speak further.

"How?"

"By selecting someone whose overwhelming sexual desires compensate for her apparent dysfunction."

Taylor's eyes widened. "No. I won't let her!"

"You can't stop her," said Frog. "It's already being done, even as we speak."

"No! No! NOOOOOO!" Taylor cried.

The image would be burned into Taylor's mind forever. When he entered his quarters he saw Tessa, lying totally nude on her back in bed, her enormous belly curving above her. And above that was Craig Cobin, equally nude, his hard, red penis pumping in and out of his lover's vagina. Craig's buttocks were rhythmically clenching and unclenching, his body covered in a sheen of sweat, as his groin moved in and out of her, his stomach making physical contact with the humpy mass of his unborn child.

Tessa's face froze in abject terror; Taylor had never seen such an expression on the so socially well adjusted woman he knew and loved. Her jaw dropped wide open, her eyes were wide. She struggled to find the words.

And then Craig Cobin wiped sweat off his brow and smiled. "Hey Captain! We weren't expecting you back so soon, were we, dear?"

Taylor growled as his body filled with adrenaline. Craig Cobin would surely have been dead ten seconds later if Hot Dog and Hamburger hadn't materialized, each grabbing one of his arms with oversized white gloved cartoonish hands.

"Take it easy, Captain," said Hot Dog, holding him back with more power than black matchstick arms should have.

"Easy! Take it easy!" said Hamburger. "Why don't we get a nice cool drink in the Lounge? We have Lemon Smoothies in Algeria today!"

"Yes, dear," said Tessa, looking intensely distressed even as Craig's hard rod continued to pole between her tight pussy lips. Her pregnancy hump glistened with perspiration. "Why don't you see what Sophie is up to while I finish up here? Craig... Craig, can you have the decency to pause for one moment while Michael is here?"

"I can't!" Craig cried, gritting his teeth. "I'm almost there! I just need one... more-"

"NO!" Tessa and Taylor cried together. Taylor struggled with his bonds but couldn't free himself.

"Ahhhhh!" Craig cried. Suddenly he grew stiff and collapsed on top of her, AS HIS SPERM JETTED DEEP INSIDE HER!

"I'LL KILL YOU!" Taylor cried. And then he felt a sharp sting in his arm and everything went black.

He woke an interminable time later. It was dark but he felt Tessa in his arms.

"Tessa!"

"I'm here, dear."

"Tessa!"

"It's all right, Dear, I'm here," she said. She pressed his head against her breasts. He felt the reassuring swell of her baby.

"I had a dream-"

"I know, Dear. Go back to sleep."

"Tessa-"

"Sleep, now, sleep."​