The Making Of A Survey Service Captain
By Gary L.M. Martin
[Note: This Science Fiction story is an
intense character study
with occasional sex scenes.]
Sheppard's Planet
Time passed.
At 36 years of age, Michael Tiberius Taylor was one of the youngest Captains in Survey Service history. Taylor was not just the Captain of a ship--his actual rank was Captain now, having rapidly moved up from Ensign to Lieutenant, from Lieutenant to Lieutenant Commander, from Lieutenant Commander to Commander, and now from Commander to Captain. Most Survey Service officers never were promoted to the rank of Captain, and most of those who did were considerably older than the age of 36.
Taylor was a mature, seasoned warrior now, and a diplomat and negotiator too, supremely confident in his abilities and quite an accomplished officer. He was practically a legend in the Survey Service among the men, and even more so among the women.
Taylor had no trouble attracting women now. His reputation preceded him. He got sex when he wanted and where he wanted it. All he had to do was give women his famous Taylor smile, with that patented charming look, that look that promise women an experience unparalleled in all their couplings as biological females.
And yet, despite all this, Taylor was dissatisfied. He had had two or three loves of his life, depending on how one counted them. There was Pam, of course, Pam who had dropped him for another man. There was Jennifer, Jennifer who he loved in his heart, even though he had never been able to actually enter into a loving relationship with her. Jennifer, who was now a dead squid body somewhere 500,000,000 years in the future. And lastly there was Cherry Oteri, from his Academy days. Taylor was not quite sure if he had been in love with or merely infatuated with Cherry, but he never got the chance to find out. Cherry married some other man. Some guy named Bill. That was all Taylor knew.
He would never have the chance to have a long, enduring relationship. He felt the emptiness acutely, a part of his life he thought was missing.
And so Taylor tried to fill the emptiness with sex. Sex with blondes, sex with brunettes, sex with redheads. If the woman he was seducing already had a boyfriend, Taylor simply viewed it as a challenge. He even slept with married women. Alexis Herman had sanded down his inhibitions on that score on PR-52981when she trained him to be a God-like sex machine.
Taylor found he enjoyed sleeping with married women, to get even the briefest touch of the life he never had. As Taylor pumped some hot blonde in her 30's with big, child bearing tits, he wondered what it would be like to be married to her like her husband was. What it would be like to fuck her every night, if he wanted to. To have a real, long term relationship with her. To get up in the morning and be the first thing she saw, and the last thing she saw at night, to be the person who he would love and who would love him for the rest of his life. To have her bear his children, and raise a family with her. To grow old together, while still being happy together. It was a fate not meant for him, but he could almost touch that life, just a little, as he pounded into the large breasted blonde, however briefly, until he climaxed inside of her.
The women he coupled with all viewed Taylor as a playboy, as the ultimate self-assured ladies' man. If they only knew the pain underneath his smile, the lack of contentment that lay within, they might have thought differently. They would have pitied him, and even worse, would never, ever have let him into their beds, or between their legs.
And so Taylor was all confidence and all swagger, all chin up and shoulders squared and chest raised, and everyone loved and adored this model Survey Service Captain.
Michael Taylor was in command of the USS
Relentless
, the first of a new experimental class of space vessels called Command Cruisers. Battle cruisers were the most powerful vessels in the Survey Service's fleet, but they were extremely expensive and time consuming to build, which is why the Survey Service never had more than four or five of them.
That's why the Design Bureau constructed a new class of warship, the Command Cruiser. A Command Cruiser had almost as much punch as a battle cruiser, but was far less expensive and far easier to manufacture. The only downside is that its power baseline and defensive screens were less elaborate than a battle cruiser. It could make the same punch, but not take quite as many in return.
Taylor was chosen to command the very first ship off the assembly line, a great honor. The
Relentless
was a beauty, armed with four plasma cannons and eight mark four megajoulers. He was the envy of every captain in the fleet.
The
Relentless
was currently in orbit around Earth, awaiting its next mission. But first Captain Taylor was completing a very important piece of diplomacy.
********
"Ah... ah... ahhhhhhhh...."
A broad smile appeared on Senator Michelle Wellby's face as she climaxed. Senator Wellby was the Chairthing of the World Government's Social Justice Subcommittee of the Military Affairs Committee. She was a not so well preserved female in her early 50's; her face, like her body, had started to get "the runs", that melting look that some people get when they get older, and her breasts were no firmer than hour old pudding, but Captain Taylor was sure to give her a performance she would remember for the rest of her life.
And remember it she would. As she climaxed around Taylor's raging shaft, she felt tremendous joy. She never, ever again would have the opportunity to have sex with a man twenty years her junior; certainly not with a gallant space captain like Michael Taylor. It was wonderful. It was incredible.
And now, it was time to pay the price.
As she lay side by side, she looked at him. He was so handsome! "Did you... did you-"
"Yes," said Taylor quickly. A little too quickly.
So he hadn't.
She couldn't help but notice he was still stiff.
Taylor played with her breasts, which had the consistency of runny scrambled eggs. "So, about that audit...."
The World Government was making noises about conducting another diversity audit of the Survey Service, a full spectrum one based on race, sex, sexual orientation, class, height, genital size, and a whole host of other factors that the World Government thought was vital to running a proper military service.
Admiral Von Windhoek, without raising an eyebrow, had asked Taylor if he could do something to persuade the Senator to block the audit. Taylor knew what was being asked of him. But he also knew how the game worked. He would do the Admiral a favor, and the Admiral would do him one. He had already done Taylor a very big favor when he got him the Captaincy of the
Relentless
.
"Don't worry about the audit, dear. I'll keep it bogged down in subcommittee for the next few years," said Wellby. Suddenly she looked anxious. "Michael...."
"What is it?"
Her lips were trembling. "Was it... was it good for you? Dear, please be-"
Her voice was abruptly cut off as Taylor pressed his lips against hers. In seconds, she was moaning.
Again.
********
"Mission accomplished, Admiral," said Taylor.
It was the next day, and he was sitting in the office of Grand Admiral Chellina. Even though it had been Admiral Windhoek who had made the request, Taylor knew that Chellina was aware of it.
"Good work, Captain," she said, without elaborating on what exactly his
good work
was. There was no need.
"What is my next assignment?" Taylor asked.
"Well...." said the Admiral in a high pitched voice. She bit her lip, and Taylor immediately
screaned
that there would be a problem.
"We would like you to take the
Relentless
and do a catalog of gaseous anomalies in the Adams Sector."
Taylor paused. "You want me to take a Command Cruiser, to catalogue... gaseous anomalies... in a distant sector?"
"That's the mission of the Survey Service, isn't it?" she said defensively, crossing her legs.
"Admiral," said Taylor. His voice deepened, and he gave a wolflike smile. "Admiral," he said again, and he saw her shiver slightly.
"We can't always give you the most exciting missions, Mike," said Chellina. "There are other Captains in the Survey Service too, you know."