Babe Rogers in the 25th Century: Part II

by Orb (Orb8888@yahoo.com)

 

         Here's my sex parody of Buck Rogers (and Rollerball, the 1975 film, not the 2002 remake).   This is the 3^rd & final installment.

 

In our previous chapters...

         Astronaut Babe Rogers wakes up 400 years in the future.  An over-polluted future-Earth is in the middle of a full-scale fertility crisis.  Fertile young women must become breeders unless you choose to play in “the games”.   In the games you have two choices: win or be impregnated!

***

        Debuting in the games, our heroine eludes the sex robots, but fails to save her team-mate.   She can only watch as 18-year-old Molly is ravished by a pregger machine.  The teen's twat was pumped full of baby batter, turning her into a breeding machine.  Meanwhile, Ethel Kriege, Head of the Maternity Ministry, plotted her next move.

***

At the Maternity Ministry's HQ, a emergency meeting was being held...

 

Kreige barked. 

 

“I don't have time to play these games!  I'm in charge of preserving the human race!  That means one thing... babies and lots of them!  Babe Rodgers has the perfect body, with a 21^st century womb which is free our world's toxins.  I don't want to see her running around the playing field huffing & puffing.  I want her lying on her back in a reproduction center huffing & puffing.  Do you catch my drift?!”

 

Her staff was silent.   Dick Johnson was the Minister of Games.  He spoke up.

 

“What do you want?  She has a right to play in the games like anyone else.  The people love the games.”

 

“Do they?”  Kreige snorted.  “Babe Rodgers made a mockery of your game.  She escaped the course in a matter of seconds?  Not very entertaining.  What are you going to do about that?!”

 

Johnson:  “To the contrary,  yesterday's ratings are off the charts.  Don't worry.  We'll be making surprise changes to see sure that Ms. Rodgers finds the game challenging, shall we say.   The pregger-bots will now be on the field prior to the players exiting the elevators.  We'll have one of our special bots patrolling near the escape slides.   If Ms. Rodgers makes a mad dash for the exit like last time, she'll run headlong into a pregger bot.  It'll give her some lovin' and put a bun in the oven.“

 

Kriege smirked and looked appeased.

***   

Chicago vs. Atlanta

         A week went by quickly,  Ethel Kriege sat in her box seat anxiously awaiting the start of the game.   Little did Babe know, a horde of pregger-bots were already on pussy-patrol.  One of the dangerous Type II bots, “Udder Destruction” ,  was guarding the exits.  Kriege delighted in knowing that in addition to getting knocked up, she would get to see Babe's D-cups deflated.

 

         The elevators opened.   To her dismay,  the curvaceous heroine didn't dart for the exit.  It was the opposing Team Atlanta that employed Babe's old tactics to their peril.  A bevy blond beauties with ample cleavage raced towards the center of the maze.    Running blind through a cloud of pink sex gas, the girls were ensnared by the robotic tentacles of Udder Destruction.  The sexy Southern belles struggled as their dresses where raised and their white panties were pulled down exposing their fuzzy Georgia peaches.

 

“oh my!!!” one gasped as a cock-tipped tentacle spread her labia, pushed up her love canal, and fired a sticky load of white goo into her fertile womb.

 

         Another set of arms quickly yanked down her top.   Her large natural tits flopped out into full view.  The super-pregger formula dripping from between her thighs had the busty blue-eyed babe's breasts swelling even larger.   Her eyes widened as pairs of suction cups drew in her lactating titties.

 

FOOMP!  FOOMP!   SSSSLLLLLUUUURRRRPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

         The busty belle was speechless.  She watched helplessly as her firm massive melons shriveled under the unrelenting suction force.  Udder Destruction earned its name.  Soon, a half-dozen dazed naked girls were sitting on their rumps with baby bumps.  They stared at the cum oozing from their pink slits and their drained, sagging tits.   Trap doors in the floor opened beneath them.  The teenage moms landed on slides sending on a speedy journey to the reproduction center.  There they would spend the next several years of their lives as baby-makers.

 

         On the other hand, Team Chicago acted like a well-oiled machine.  Babe had redoubled her efforts and trained a new team for combat.  Chicago won the day with no losses.  With Udder Destruction busy milking Southern stunners,  Team Chicago made for the exits and slid to safety.   Ethel Kriege wanted to scream, but that was only the beginning of a long winning streak.  With Babe as their team captain, Chicago was soon bound for the playoffs.

***

At the Maternity Ministry's HQ....

“You incompetents!”  Kriege yelled.  “I told you I wanted Babe Rogers knocked up!  She's making us look like fools.  This game is childs play for her.  Then those press conferences where she drones on and on about women's rights and freedom.  Ugh!  What about the rights of society and the human race?!.   Hmmm!?”

 

Smiling, Dick Johnson (DJ), the Minister of Games spoke up.  “Calm down Ethel.  Babe Rodgers is an athlete the likes of which have never been seen before!  And I'm not just talking about her athletic prowess.   She driven and highly intelligent.  That's why I think she needs to be challenged like never before!”

 

A video monitor lowered from the ceiling.   It showed a naked woman racing through a maze.  She was Babe Rodgers.   The room fell silent.

 

DJ:  “You say Babe Rodgers is making the game look too easy.  Look at her face.  See the fear in her eyes.   You says she's too fast for our pregger bots?   Look at her.  She's sweating and gasping for air, trying to outrun what's chasing her.  May I introduce our newest Type II pregger bot,  Hard-core Dragster! “

 

Thundering around the corner came a one-seat, fire-red, hot rod with flames & pink sex-gas erupting from its exhaust pipes.   Its wheels burned rubber.  Its target was dead ahead.

 

Ethel was nearly speechless.  “It's driverless.”

 

“Oh.  Someone's derriere is about to land in the driver seat.  Just watch....”  Johnson replied.

 

Babe ran as fast as she could but in no time the hot rod was upon her.  Arms reached out and lifted her off her feet.  Kicking and struggling, her naked rear end landed in the driver's seat.   Arm & waist restraints snapped into place.  In no time, Babe was riding in the world's fastest impregnation machine.  Her seat reclined.  Leg restraints spread her thighs wide apart.  Babe looked down to see a shaft tipped with silver vibrating dildo emerge from under the dash board. 

 

“Oh no!  It's heading right for my pussy!”  Babe fretted.  “It's going IN!.....”

 

The camera zoomed in as the shining silver cock stuffed itself into Babe's hairy wet muff. 

 

SPLOOMP!

 

VROOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

 As the engine revved, the dildo pistoned back and forth in her foaming pussy, faster and faster, till it was a blur.  Babe's head flew back and her eyes rolled back into her head. 

 

DJ:  “Looks like she's getting her butter churned.  Time for some cream!”

 

SPLORT!!!!!!

 

With disheveled hair, Babe looked down at her crotch.  Her lips contorted to make a fuck-face.  The dildo had sheathed itself deep in her vagina.  There, its nozzle-head shot an endless stream of sticky spooge into Babe's unprotected womb.  With the inseminator buried in her hairy cunt, cum gushed from her slit. Hardcore Dragster raced the creampied cutie to the reproduction center, pounding her pussy the whole way.  Impregnated and fucked senseless, Babe's grunts faded into the distance.

 

VROOM!!!

 

“Ugh! No!  Ngh!  Oooooooo! Oh! Ngh! Oh my poor pussy! Ngh! Ngh! ...”

 

The video shut off.

 

The Minister of Games cleared his throat. 

 

“Of course, what you've just seen is a computer simulation, but we have factored in Babe Rodger's speed and athletic ability.  We've run thousands of simulations.  In every one,  Babe ends up in the driver's seat and gets a much overdo poke in the whiskers.  In all our simulations, with two Dragsters (red and blue),  no one escapes the course.   They're simply too fast.  It looks like Chicago is on course to meet Tokyo in the finals.  We'll have both Dragsters fully functional by then.  Babe and the rest of the girls will be in for the ride of their sex lives.

 

 Plus, for the entire playoffs, we've doubled the number of Type I pregger bots.  The maze will be crawling with Muff-stuffers, Clam-jammers, & Pussy-pumpers. Plus, the center of the course will be full of robot controlled nozzles spraying water and sex gas.  Any girl trying to reach the exits will have her costume washed away.  One whiff of the sex gas and they'll be cock-craving nymphos.  Trust me.  This will be Babe Rodger's final season. “

 

“The Finals?  That's too late!  I want Babe Rodgers knocked up ASAP!  Up your schedule! ” Kriege barked. 

 

DJ:  “The semifinals is the best I can do.”

 

“Fine!”  Kriege smirked.

 

***

The playoffs...

 

         Babe staggered back into her apartment and promptly undressed.  Her body was still trembling.  She looked down at her crotch.  Her hairy pussy was still sopping wet.   She tugged on her engorged pussy lips.  The remnants of all that sex gas was still in her blood stream.  She laid on her bed and spread her legs.  Her hand made furious circles over her clitoris while she remembered the events of the last few hours.

 

         Chicago had won their first playoff game against Ireland but it was not without losses.  Babe remembered rushing through the central maze in search of the exit.    Her teammate Vivian was right behind her.  They had both run through a spray of soapy water.   Their water-soluble costumes dissolved and ran down their legs, rendering them completely nude.   Another nozzle shot forth a cloud of sex gas.  Babe ducked.  Unfortunately the cloud enveloped Vivian's head.  Before Babe could rush back to help her friend, a pussy pumper quickly emerged from the pink mist.   It looked like a glittering metallic snake with a penis-shaped head.  The Type-I pregger-bot swirled around and up Vivian's right leg.  In no time it reached its target.  The snake-like sex-bot stuffed its head into the girl's bald beaver.  Dazed and insanely horny from the sex gas, Vivian meekly tried to grab its slippery body and pull its head from her vagina, but it was too late.

 

SPLORT!

 

Cum spewed out of her penetrated pussy and ran down the insides of her thighs.   Chicago lost four players that day.  Team Ireland fared worse.  The course was littered with naked lasses.  Their fiery red bushes were splattered with cum. 

 

         Chicago went on to win its next match against the Brazil as well.  They took minor losses leaving a bevy of Brazilian babes behind with bulging baby bumps.  Next, Chicago would face Paris in the semifinals.  Little did Babe know the peril that lay ahead with the most dangerous of pregger-bots, Hard-core Dragster.

***

The Semifinals....

          Ethel Kriege arrived early to her box seat.  Victory was almost assured.  Babe Rodgers would be getting her just deserts. 

         As soon as the gates opened, chaos ensued.   It was difficult to see with the clouds of pink sex gas wafting throughout the course.  Babe could hear the roar of engines and cries of panic.  She ducked behind a wall and watched in fear as Hard-core Dragster Blue  burst from the mist and snatch up one of her teammates.   Babe ran deep into the maze.   Rounding a corner, Babe came face to face with two Parisian cuties.  They were no match for Babe's quick reflexes.   Babe shot them both with her gas gun.  The pair just stood there dazed and horny.  A water nozzle activated, washing away their French maid costumes.  It was not their lucky day.  Immobilized, a nearby cum cannon slowly turned and took aim at the girl's crotches.  It shot out a blast of baby batter.

 

SPLOOSH!  SPLAT!!!!!

 

         The French hotties looked down to see their cunts covered in cum.  A single drop of the potent pregger formula coming in contact with their vaginas was enough to seal their fate.   The goo had made them mommies.

         Babe heard the sound of an engine getting louder.  She pressed past the impregnated pair.   Hard-core Dragster was on her heels!  Babe rushed around corners but the sound of doom grew louder.  From the stands, Ethel Kriege rejoiced. 

 

“It's found her!  She can't outrun it!”

 

         Babe looked over her shoulder to see Hard-core Dragster Blue.   Its arms were extended to grab her.   She turned a corner of the maze to see a long corridor.   The dragster had to slow on corners.   She knew she'd never make it to  the next corner but she had to try.  Half way down, she heard the dragster behind her.   In no time, the insidious sex machine was upon her.   Babe would soon be in the driver seat getting her pussy pounded by its pregger piston.  She could feel the heat of its engine.  Suddenly, the noise doubled as Hard-core Dragster Red wheeled around the corner ahead of her.  Both machines were going too fast to brake in time.  Babe dived out the way as the Ministry of Game's prized pregger-bots collided and blew apart!  Kriege's jaw fell open.  Smoke poured from the destroyed dragsters.  With the exit unguarded,  Babe and her remaining teammates escaped the course.  Kriege had her head in her hands.

 

Later that night...

 

         Babe returned to her apartment.   The worst pregger bots ever invented were in shambles.  

 

“There's no way they'll be able to repair them in time for the finals.”  Babe thought to herself.  “All I have to do is win one more game and I'll have three months off to speak out on the cause of freedom!  Next season,  with a veteran team, Chicago will be unbeatable!” 

 

         Opening the door to her apartment, she noticed a nice new recliner in the middle of the room.  A note read, “You did great!  Take a load off. :)  “.  It was signed “Amanda Justice”, her defense attorney.   Amanda had defended and inspired her throughout all her trials. 

 

“I will take a load off!”  Babe smiled.

 

        She plopped down in the seat.  The recliner was most comfortable.  Babe gasped as arm and leg restraints snapped into place, pinning her down.   The video monitor in the room activated by itself.  Ethel Kriege's smirking face came into view. 

 

Kriege:  “Congratulations!  We spent much of our budget on those pregger bots and you managed to wreck them both.”

 

Babe: “What is the meaning of this!?  Let me go!”

 

Kriege smiled.  “In time...”

 

Mechanical arms sprouted from all sides of the recliner and quickly cut away at Babe's clothes. 

 

“What?!”  Babe cried.  “This is illegal!”

 

         Soon she found herself in her bra and panties.  An arm methodically snipped her bra straps.  Another reached in and tore way her bra.  Her boobs bounced in full view.  The arms came back and cut the sides of her panties.  They were yanked off.   The leg rest split in two, taking a leg in each direction.   With her thighs spread wide,  Babe's hairy vagina was exposed and unprotected.  Babe looked down to see a robot arm with a flesh-colored dildo come into view.  Below it swung a huge rubbery scrotum.

 

“So that's it!  You can't beat me in the games so you're resorting to this!”

 

“Your 15 minutes of fame is up bitch.”  Kriege retorted.   “Enjoy this game!”

 

A continuous stream of pink sex gas erupted from the headset.  A single breath made Babe's pussy wet and ready for conquest.   The potent gas also made her tits swell in size.  Babe looked down at her chest.  Her breasts looked like massive water balloons, ready to pop.  Drips of milk ran from her nipples.

 

Kriege:  “Don't worry.  A good milking will relieve the pressure you're feeling.”

 

Babe:  “You wouldn't dare!”

 

         Just then, a pair of pinchers grabbed hold and spread Babe's labia as the cock slowly pushed into her hot dripping hole.   Babe's head flew back.  The cock thrust back and forth, its pace quickly increased.   The helpless heroine could only emit short grunts and moans.

 

“ngh! Ngh! Ohh!  Ugh!  Ngh! Ooooo! Oh!......”

 

         From her desk, Kriege turned up the dial up to 11 and heard a cry of ecstasy.  Babe's tits shook with each thrust as the cock rammed itself balls-deep into her muff. 

 

Kriege:  “Enjoy a nice long pussy pounding.   I'll be back after dinner.”

 

         Babe could not muster a reply.  She writhed, trapped in the diabolical sex chair.  The rock hard cock was slowly growing in girth, stretching her love hole ever wider with each thrust.  Her vagina wasn't the only thing getting stretched.  The pinchers continued to pull and tug her engorged pussy petals.

 

         Ethel departed for a nearby four star restaurant and enjoyed a slow luxurious meal.  She returned to her office two hours later.  She turned the dial to zero as she clicked on her monitor.  Babe lay motionless in the recliner. The cock had grown to a wide girth.  It retracted from her gaping drooling pink hole.  The labia stretching had left her vulva looking like the sleeve of a wizard's cloak.  The restraints released. 

 

Kriege:  “That's it.  You're free to go.  Good luck in the finals!  Or you can admit defeat, admit you just had the greatest fuck of your life, and just lay there.  It's your choice.  In one minute, the cock between your legs will thrust itself once more deep into your snatch and its huge scrotum will empty itself into your womb.  See you at the Reproduction Center tomorrow!” 

 

Kriege switched her monitor off.   She knew her sex chair had fucked its occupant's brains out.   Babe just sat in a daze watching a clock on the monitor count down from 60 seconds.  She stared at the huge cock that was positioned just inches from her aching pussy.   Its head began to drip cum. 

 

30 seconds.... , 20 seconds...,    15 seconds....

 

Then for some reason.   Babe found the strength to lean over and roll out of the sex seat.

 

10 seconds...

 

A cock dove forward sprewing cum.   A huge pool of goo  formed on the seat of the recliner.

 

Kreige had lied and only given her 50 seconds.  A panel opened in the floor, quickly swallowing the chair, leaving no trace the evening's events. 

 

The Finals and Victory!

 

         Chicago would face Tokyo once more.  Only time time it was the finals.  The doe-eyed Asian dolls came dressed in sailor costumes.  Despite their innocent appearance, they were a formidable opponent.   Thankfully, Babe knew the Maternity Ministry had no more aces in the hole.  Their two best pregger bots were wrecked. 

 

         The gates opened.  Babe and her team-mates wasted no time entering the center maze, looking for the exit.  In no time they arrived at a large circular arena.   Sadly, it lacked slides.  This was not the exit room.  Just then, all of Team Tokyo entered the opposite side of the arena.   To all of their surprise, doors slid shut preventing their escape. 

 

“So that's how they want it, a battle royal.”  Babe exclaimed. 

 

“Let's give it to them girls!”  She shouted.

 

Just then, the large room was filled with sparkling lights and the pounding sound of dance music.  Vents pumped in pink sex gas.

 

“This music!  I can't get it out of my head!”  Babe fretted.

 

She looked around.  Her team mates had begun to grind their hips and gyrate to the pulsing beat of the music.  The nymphs of Team Tokyo were running their hands over their bodies as they swayed to the sound.    

 

“What's happening to us?!”  Babe thought as she too began to thrust her pelvis back and forth to the beat.

 

Soapy water rained from the ceiling washing away all their costumes.  The girls didn't seem to notice.  Naked, they continued their orgy of dance.  Their privates  resonated with every pulse of the music.   Their clits swelled and hardened.   Drips of their vaginal juices shook from their wet snatches as their booties shook harder and harder to the pounding disco beat.   It was time for the life of the party to arrive!

 

A panel opened and three garish glittering pink rocking horses emerged.   They were unicorns.   Babe soon realized escape would not come easy.   The Ministry had a last group of diabolical sex bots for the finals.  Their model name was “Sex/Dance Party Unicorn 1000”!  One of the sex bots rocked its way to a nearby Japanese girl.  The unicorns had extending/retracting legs.  It ducked down as it rode between her legs.  Then it lifted up with its prize in the saddle.  The girl grabbed hold and moaned loudly as the horse rocked her back and forth.   Her wet bush slid back and forth in the saddle.  Suddenly her head flew back.  A seconds later, the unicorn reined up and its rider fell backward out the saddle.  The Asian cutie fell onto her back with her legs spread open.   To her amazement,  her hairy pussy was blinking.  Red, green, and blue laser lights where flashing from the opening of her wrinkly twat. 

 

“That thing!  It put something in her!”   Babe exclaimed.  “We've got to get out of here!   If only I could stop dancing!”

 

But she could not.  Dancing to the hypnotic music, Babe watched helplessly as the unicorns offered rides to more girls.  Their ex-riders writhed on the ground with glittering, vibrating disco balls stuffed in their snatches.  Slowly their bellies began to swell as the sparkling orbs emptied their special cargo into their fertile wombs.  

 

FOOMP!

 

To Babe's surprise a unicorn had snuck up behind her.  It ducked its head between her legs.  A moment later, Babe was in the saddle of Sex/Dance Party Unicorn 1000!   Babe's pussy slid back and forth in the saddle as the horse rocked to and fro.  The saddle was already glistening with juices from all the pussies of its previous riders.  The rocking rubbed her clit just right.  Unwittingly, she yelled out approvingly,  “Yes!!!”.

 

SPLOOMP!

 

It happened in an instant.  Babe felt something shoot up and into her pussy from an opening in the saddle.  Her short ride was over.  The unicorn tilted back and Babe's wet crotch slid out of the saddle.   Like the others, she landed on her back.   She immediately spread her legs and clenched her pussy muscles trying to squeeze the pregger party ball out of her vagina.   The TV cameras zoomed in for an obscene view of the emperiled heroine's flashing genitals.  Ethel Kriege smirked.

 

"Looks like Sex/Dance Party Unicorn 1000 put a party favor in your pussy!"

 

She could feel the sphere expanding in her vaginal canal, stretching it wider, preparing her for life as a  breeding machine.   The opening to her vagina was already quite large from her experience in the sex chair.   The sex spheres were giving the girls mega-vaginas, perfect for birthing hundreds of babies.  Their cavernous cunts continuously emitted dazzling disco lights.   Just then, Babe felt a warm feeling between her legs. 

 

"No!" she thought.

 

Pearly goo gushed from her vagina. 

 

SPLORT!!!!!!!!!!

 

The disco ball had turned her into a mommy.  She laid in a daze, watching her tits and belly swell. 

 

         Babe didn't even notice Udder Destruction enter the arena.   The breast-milking sex-bot started with Team Tokyo.    Their petite chest pillows took no time to drain.   Minutes later, each Asian girl had a pair of sagging breasts that resembled fried eggs.  Udder Destruction then made a b-line for Babe's boobs.   Its suction nozzles gobbled up her D-cups.   Babe's back arched as her tits yielded.   A minute passed, then Babe watched her perfect pair succumb to Udder Destruction's monstrous milkers.   Her giant jugs shriveled before her eyes.   The suction cups pulled upward as the last drops were wrung from her chest.  Then the suction was shut off.   Babe's mammeries were only a memory.  They flopped to the floor looking like a pair of long soft noodles.

 

"No!  I can't lose like this!"  Babe moaned. 

 

A moment later, her mega-vagina belched out the party ball that had been her undoing.

 

Gurble! gurble!  Ka-blub!!!! 

 

.It was the size of a large grapefruit.  The laser lights of the disco pregger ball dimmed.   The party was over.

***

 

         Babe's 15 minutes of fame were over.  She was promptly delivered to the Reproduction Center.    Seated in a sex chair with her sagging tits in milkers, Babe grunted as a giant dildo pounded her pussy all day long, seven days a week.

 

“ngh! ngh! ngh! ngh! ngh!...........”

 

Her belly looked ready to pop.  She was quickly re-inseminated after each birth.  

 

         Babe Rodgers heroically served as a breeder for mankind until ovaries hit empty.  Her vagina set the all time record for babies produced, earning a prized spot in the Maternity Ministry's Hall of Fame!

 

 

The end.