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!