Babe Rogers in the 25th Century: Part I

by Orb (Orb8888@yahoo.com)

 

   Here is my sex parody of Buck Rogers (and Rollerball, the 1975 film, not the 2002 remake).   This is the first installment.

 

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In the depths of space...

        Returning from a solo mission to Proxima Centauri,  Barbara "Babe" Rogers undressed and set her spacecraft's controls for the suspended animation chamber.   She had no idea a mere syntax error in the timing software would change the course of her life.  The sleeping beauty drifted amongst the other celestial bodies as decades pasted by.  Babe Rogers was destined to awaken not in the 21 century, but the 25th century!  

 

        In her absence, her beloved home planet Earth was slowly becoming inhospitable to human life.   Environmental toxins had made 96.0% of the female population infertile and 99.9% of males impotent.  A world government was formed.  Humans lived in domed cities, fearful of the outside world which was filled with suffocating pollution, medically-resistant microbes (MRMs) and sex-crazed mutoids (SCMs).  

 

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In the year 2491....

        Margaret was born and grew up in the domed city of New Chicago.  Today was her 18th birthday.   Her actual time of birth was 11:14am.    She sat at her desk as the teacher tried to quiet the noisy classroom.   Everything was background noise as Margaret obsessively checked her wrist watch again.  It was 11:12am.  She looked up upon hearing her name called.  It was her turn to give a presentation before the class. 

 

"Not today."  She thought.  "Not now."

 

        The slender red-headed waif nervously stood up and walked to the front of the class.  Her presentation had already been uploaded.  The words appeared on the floating prompter screen in front of her.  She took a deep breath and was about to speak.  It was then, she noticed the tiny clock in the corner of the screen.  11:13:55am.  The last 5 seconds ticked off.  She prayed nothing would happen.  Most girl's birthdays passed unnoticed.  Just then, a flashing red light illuminated the floor as a synthetic voice repeated over and over....

 

"FERTILE!  FERTILE! FERTILE! FERTILE!"

 

        The room fell silent.  Soon there were gasps and giggles.  The bright flashing red light was coming from between her quivering legs with her plaid skirt was acting like a lamp shade.  Oblivious to all around her,  Margaret lifted up her skirt with her trembling hands.  The crotch of her panties was blinking.  The girl turned in dismay to her teacher, still holding up her skirt.

 

"Stay calm.  You need to get down to the principle's office, young lady."  Ms.  Baker said.

 

        The principle informed the 18-year-old that her parents had been notified.  An ambulance would arrive shortly.  It would take her straight to the Reproduction Center (a.k.a. the baby factory)  The medics told her to lay down on a stretcher and the ambulance sped away.  At the baby factory, smiling nurses greeted her.   They quickly led her to a private room and dressed the nervous virgin in a hospital gown.   Most Reproduction Centers prided themselves on having the shortest possible time between the first fertility alert and the girl exiting the impregnation chamber.   Margaret took a multiple-choice personality test and watched a short inspirational video lauding breeders as the future of the human race.   With enhanced gestation hormones,  most breeders could deliver a healthy baby on a monthly schedule.   After 9 years (and over 100 successful deliveries), her legal obligation would be fulfilled.  Extra birthing would be rewarded with a commission as well as discounts at a number of participating restaurants and retailers.  The video ended and the screen went blank.  It was time.

 

          A kindly nurse guided Margaret to an impregnation chamber.   She took the girl's gown.  Margaret reclined nude on the insemination bed and put her feet into the stirrups.  The nurse lifted and guided her head into a virtual reality helmet.   She quickly left the room and the door locked behind her.   A pink mist filled the chamber.  Margaret felt her pulse quicken as her nipples stiffened.  Soon, as the sex drugs took full effect, her clitoris hardened.  A minute later, her vagina was dripping wet.    A robotic arm lowered from the ceiling.  It was tipped with a long flesh-colored, silicone inseminator in the shape of an erection.  A life-like scrotum swung at the base of the cock.  Inside were two softball-sized testicles filled with a laboratory-developed super semen.  A single drop placed in the patient's vaginal canal was usually enough but it was policy to completely fill the patient's vagina to guarantee impregnation.   The cock, oozing lubricating pre-cum, positioned itself an inch from Margaret's fiery-red muff.   It quietly began to vibrate. 

 

        Margaret saw none of this.  The personality test had selected her virtual reality scenario.   She woke up on a bed in the honeymoon suite of a five-star hotel dressed in white lingerie.  Her handsome groom was undressing before her.

 

        In an adjacent chamber,  a young woman was back for re-impregnation.     In her VR scenario, Kim was back to her former self, a tan, tight-bodied cheerleader with long, curly-blonde hair.   Her panties and cheerleader costume were strewn across the basement floor of her boyfriend's house.    Kim laid on the sofa as her stud mounted her.   Soon his thick cock made wet slapping sounds as it pounded her tight pussy.   That was the virtual world.  In the real world, after multiple births, Kim's firm body was history.   Her lactating tits had been milked repeatedly.   They sagged off her chest and laid on the insemination bed on either side of her.  Kim's toned tummy was now stretched and wrinkled.  Her once-tight twat had squeezed out scores of babies.  It was a gaping, drooling pink hole.  A much larger silicone dildo stuffed itself into her cavernous clam.  Kim's let out a grunt and a long moan.

 

"oh yesssssssssssssssssssssss!!!"

 

     Margaret would soon have a "breeder's body" but today was her first time.   Her "groom" caressed her body before undoing her bra and sliding off her white lace panties.  The make-believe bride, in a dream-like state, mouthed, "I love you.".   She spread her legs as he climbed atop her slender pale frame.   The vibrating inseminator pushed into her hairy vagina.  Margaret immediately climaxed from the powerful sensations produced by the fucking machine.  The sting of deflowerment was brief.   Soon the long schlong was glistening with her love juices as it glided back and forth, deeper and deeper inside of her.  Its destination, her fertile womb.

       

        The insemination chambers were sound proof but, in both rooms, the sex-crazed women, with their spread legs and helmeted heads,  were loudly professing their love for their mechanical ravishers.   The cocks expanded, stretching out their birth canals to aid birthing and the young women loved every minute of it. 

 

        Soon, the heads of the cocks were knocking at the doors to their wombs.   The inseminators pressed up against their cervixes and the testicles violently contracted sending streams of sticky, white, pregger potion into their uteruses. 

 

SQUISSSSSSS!! SPLORT!!!

 

        The cocks continued to gush semen as they retracted from a pair of creampied cooches.   Margaret's chair tilted backwards to keep the semen from spilling from her snatch.  The VR helmet filled the freshly impregnated girl's head with pictures of cute babies.   Margaret gave an exhausted grin and rubbed her belly.    Time from alert to impregnation: 82 minutes.

 

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Across town...

        Barbara Rogers awoke in a strange futuristic hospital room.  She was nude except for a pair of plastic, almost-transparent, panties that gave a clear view of the buxom brunette's thick black bush. 

 

"Where am I?"  She asked herself groggily, unaware that she was not alone.

 

"You're in the 25th Century!"  An eager gentleman replied.  He shielded his gaze out of courtesy. 

 

"Congratulations Ms. Rogers on a much-belated but successful return!  Your spacecraft landed on auto-pilot.  Centuries-old records had you presumed dead, but our doctors found you in perfect health.  The World Council wants to give you a medal for your bravery as soon as you've fully recovered!"  He declared.

 

   Babe whirled and stood up to see a tall man standing next to a short, thick, older woman.  The smug-looking woman just glared at her.   Just then a flashing red light illuminated the room. 

 

"FERTILE!  FERTILE! FERTILE! FERTILE!"

 

Babe looked down at her panties and back at the strangers.

 

"What is this?"  She asked.

 

The man gasped, "oh my!".   The fat woman gave a smirk. 

 

"It looks like you're off to a new adventure honey...  motherhood." 

 

She turned to the man. 

 

"Tell the council the medal will have to wait.  I will see Miss Rogers personally to the nearest Reproduction Center.  She's from a different era and her body is almost completely free of toxins.   I want her breeding as soon as possible!"

 

Looking back at the confused astronaut, the woman joked.

 

"It's been a long time for you.  Over 400 years.   You could use some action down there."

 

She raised a hand-held device and pressed its button.  Babe felt her body go limp as she fell back onto the bed unconscious.   Her panties continued to loudly declare her fitness for motherhood. 

 

"FERTILE!  FERTILE! FERTILE! FERTILE!"

 

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At the baby factory...

 

        Babe awoke in an insemination bed.   Her legs were in stirrups.  Her arms restrained.   The fat woman was looking down on her.

 

"What are you doing to me?  Let me go!".   She protested.

 

She struggled but it was no use.  The woman spoke.

 

"You served your country.   Now, you're going to serve mankind.   Your body is unlike any I've seen.  Right now, we're way behind our yearly quota.  As Head of the Maternity Ministry,  I've signed an executive order to extend your term of service to 300 babies.   We need to get some seed up and in you right away!"

 

She motioned to a nurse who quickly slid on a VR helmet.  Babe's protests were muffled.  

 

"Let's get this over with!  Run the fastest scenario."  The woman commanded the nurse.  "No time for romance.  Give this girl a cream-filling pronto!"

 

She surveyed Babe's perfect D-cups.  "Then, milk her ASAP."

 

  The VR scenario began immediately.  Babe looked between her creamy naked thighs to see a slimy mess of cock-shaped tentacles.  It was a sex-crazed mutoid!   Its wet tentacles wrapped around her thighs, spreading them even wider.   Like Rip Van Winkle's beard,  Babe's 400 year slumber had given her an abundant bush between her thighs..  It was no deterrent to the lone tentacle that was making a beeline for her vagina.  The sex mist mandated arousal.  Her labia had become engorged.  It swelled and parted revealing her pink.  

 

FOOMP!

 

  The cock pressed into her pink.  After some brief resistance, it slid right in with ease.  Babe received a long overdue poke in the whiskers.  After a few quick pumps, it was at the entrance to her womb.   This VR scenario wasn't for the woman's pleasure.  It was for fast and efficient impregnation.  Babe saw two watermelon sized testicles at the base of the creature.   They contracted, sending a lump of cum on its way to her fertile womb.  

 

SQUISSSSSSS!!!

 

        With the cock stuffed deep in her muff,  Babe helplessly watched the massive load of cum speed down the long tentacle to her awaiting reproductive organs.   The fat woman's voice rang in her head. 

 

"We're going to get some seed up and in you right away!"

 

"Oh my god!   I can't stop it!  It.... it's going IN!!!!!!!!!!!!!"  She cried.

 

End of Part I.

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Will Babe Rogers escape the impregnation bed or be turned into a breeding machine?  Will her bountiful breasts be milked dry?  

Stay tuned for Part II!