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 second installment.

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. Motherhood is mandatory unless you choose to play in “the games”. In the games you have two choices: win or breed.

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In our last episode....

Our heroic astronaut, Babe Rogers, awoke from 400 years of suspended animation to find herself on Earth in the distant future. The human race was near extinction on the environmentally-ravaged planet. Extreme measures were taken by the world government and all fertile women were lawfully bound to become breeding machines.

By order of Ethel Kriege, Head of the Maternity Ministry, Babe was strapped into an insemination bed. With her head stuck in a virtual reality helmet, Babe watched a slimy tentacle monster penetrate her pussy. Helpless, she watched a lump of gooey cum make its way down the phallic tentacle towards her vagina!

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

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Hours later....

Babe woke up in bed. She felt her stomach and rubbed her pussy.

“It must have all been some weird dream!” She exclaimed.

“I'm sorry, but it was no dream.”, came a reply.

Babe looked over to see an attractive ebony woman with short cropped hair. She introduced herself.

"Good evening Ms. Rogers. I'm Amanda Justice, your appointed lawyer. Mr. Billings called me from the hospital. He said your rights had been denied. I got an emergency stay from the judge in the nick of time."

Babe looked about the well-furnished apartment. She was still recovering from the sex drugs. Her pussy was still tingling.

“Thank you.” She muttered.

"Let's cut to the quick.” Amanda continued. “By law, you have to deliver 300 babies. And the ministry can increase that number if it sees fit. "

"Wait... wait!" Babe protested. "Is that even possible?! What about my rights? Don't I have any say in this?"

"This is the 25th century. Rights are for the majority, not the individual. You have the right to serve the needs of humankind. And that means producing as many healthy babies as possible, but there's one way to delay your obligation. " Amanda replied.

"What?! How?" Babe sounded frantic.

"The games." Said Amanda. "You can play in the games. As long as you win and avoid impregnation, you can live in this nice apartment. The rights you enjoyed in your time are long gone. What you called the “1st Amendment” is ancient history, but, as a sports celebrity, you will have a chance to speak out for women's rights. Together, you two, can hopefully change the system!"

"You two?" Babe asked.

"I have another client. I saved her like I did you and now she's won several games with New Chicago and is a vocal proponent for women's rights. Chicago is playing this evening. There's not much time. I've ordered some food. You must quickly study the game. The Ministry will surely insist you play in the next match!"

Babe nodded and listened.

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The Game:

“The playing field is a maze which is vulvar in shape. Each team has twelve girls. They enter from opposite ends of the course. The goal is to get to the center of the maze and escape. In the “Guessing Room” you will find several slides. Only one is the true exit. The rest lead to pregger machines. “

“Did you say 'pregger machines'”?

“Yes.”

“(sigh) What's a pregger machine? Don't tell me. I think I know already. How will I know which slide is the right exit?” Babe asked.

“Scattered throughout the maze are glowing keys. Grab one. It will show the true exit, but it's not that simple. Both sides have weapons and will try to eliminate the other.”

“Eliminate?” Babe asked.

“You're eliminated if you get pregnant during the game. Most girls only last 1 or 2 games. The purpose of this game is to entertain the masses and turn as many girls as possible into breeders.” Amanda continued.

“Of course it is. I'm afraid to ask but what are these weapons?”

“Positions in the game are the based on the four types of guns.

Two “Ropers” have a gun that will bind an opponent.

Three “Soapers” have a re-loadable water-gun that shoots soap & water. All player uniforms dissolve in soap & water. If you lose your panties, you're vulnerable.

Three “Gassers” have pistols and grenades that release sex-gas. It's the same chemical agent used at the Reproductive Center. A small amount makes you crazy horny and dizzy. Breathe a large amount and you'll pass out with your legs spread wide open.

And last, four “taggers” have a handgun that “tags” an opponent. Each player has a wrist bracelet with a small display. Tagged opponents will show on your bracelet's display. If you're tagged, you'll appear on the enemy's radar. You'll also be visible to the pregger-bots that roam the maze. “

“Pregger-bots?” By now, Babe had her head in her hands.

“There are two types of pregger-bots: type I and type II. The types I bots include Muff-stuffers, Clam-jammers, & Pussy-pumpers. They only impregnate the gassed & naked girls. The type II bots are unique and very dangerous. Usually there's only 1 or 2 in the game. They'll pursue you if you're tagged or if they get a visual.

Be careful! Get a key and get out!”

“But I would be leaving my team-mates behind.” Babe frowned.

“No. If you exit successfully, your tagged team-mates will be invisible again. There are other bonuses for your team as well. You'll be helping them by exiting.” Amanda finished.

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Game time....

The ordered dinner arrived. Wall panels parted, revealing a large TV monitor. Babe was surprised by the realistic 3D images filling the room. Tonight New Chicago would play New Tokyo. Amanda pointed out Denise Callahan, a tall, pale, brunette with red lipstick. Denise was her other client. The 3D monitor had them in the New Chicago locker room. All around where half-naked, 18-year-olds donning their light blue “uniforms” which where little more that a spandex bra, skimpy, low-rise briefs, and tennis shoes. The camera switched to the New Tokyo locker room. It was filled with Asian waifs in short-skirted school-girl outfits. Amanda spoke up.

“Don't let their innocent looks fool you. Tokyo is the reigning world champion. I told Denise to avoid combat if possible. She's survived four games which is nearly a record for New Chicago. She needs to get out quickly.”

Elevators brought the two teams to the playing surface. Gates opened and the game was on. Babe studied the two team's movements. The outcome was obvious. The girls of New Chicago nervously wandered the maze. Many did not have their weapons at the ready. Despite their young appearance, New Tokyo had the look of a veteran team. They split in two and moved through the maze in formation.

The announcers read off the roster for each team. Then they announced the type II bots for this match. Dracula and Cocktopussy would be roaming the course.

“What's Cocktopussy?” Babe asked.

“It's Japan's contribution to the field of pregger-bots. Last year, half the Vietnamese team make the mistake of staying too close together. Cocktopussy ambushed them in the maze with its tentacles. It fucked them for more than half an hour. All six were impregnated. Dracula is just as dangerous. Don't look into his eyes. You'll end up as his bride.”

A group of three Chicago girls fell into an ambush. First, they were struck by gas pellets. They staggered and dropped their weapons. A Japanese soaper moved in and soaked them good. Their bras and undies melted and ran down their bodies. The naked, intoxicated girls soon fell to the ground. The Tokyo girls giggled and tagged them. As the school-girls happily skipped off, their victim's bracelets blinked, alerting all to their location. A group of pregger-bots soon arrived. Clam-jammers looked like a large pearl about the size of a ping-pong ball . They rolled on the ground, circling the unconscious girls. Then, they quickly moved between their thighs and launched into their pussies.

FOOMP! FOOMP! FOOMP!

One of the girls lifted her head and let out a grunt. The pregger balls increased the pressure until the girl's cherries popped. Then they slowly sank deep into their tight teen twats.

SPLORT! SPLORT! SPLORT!

Each girl's snatch let out an audible cum queef. Their pussies had been cream-pied. Tokyo 3, Chicago 0. Next, the camera showed Denise from behind. Even though her 3D image was standing before her in the apartment, Babe was unable to warn her of the impending danger. Ropes flared out and pinned her arms at her side. A group of Japanese girls laughed. Their leader ordered.

“Spray her panties!”

The soaper nodded and took aim at Denise's crotch. Denise was bound and helpless. She looked down to see her privates had been exposed. Even worse, her bracelet was blinking.

“Oh no! I've been tagged.”

A pregger-bot arrived so quickly, it even caught one of the Tokyo school girls unaware. A tentacle wrapped around her throat. As she struggled two more grabbed her thighs. The other Japanese girls fled. Denise watched as Cocktopussy ripped off the girl's skirt and tugged down her white panties. She cried and whined as an inseminator tentacle positioned itself before her hairy muff. Another tentacle sprayed her with sex-gas. Soon she quit struggling and accepted her fate. Her pussy was dripping wet when the inseminator dove into her pink. Lifting the girl into the air, it continued to pound her pussy. Wide-eyed, Denise watched as two tentacles grabbed her ankles. A third blew a cloud of sex-gas in her face. Yanking, she landed on her back with a thud. Her legs were quickly spread wide apart. She stared mouth agape at the tentacle darting straight for her vagina. A second later, its cock-shaped tip was stuffed in her muff. SPLOOMP! Soon, it was plunging in and out of the tied-up teen's twat. Babe and Amanda continued to watch, hoping for some kind of miracle escape. Cocktopussy took its time. The girl's tits shook with each thrust. After a thorough fucking, both watched with dazed expressions as lumps of cum traveled down the tentacles to their fertile vaginas. After it was finished, the exhausted pair were lying on their backs with their legs spread. Cum oozed from their stretched-out pink holes. Cocktopussy disappeared in a cloud of sex gas. The camera moved up to the stands to Ethel Kriege's face. She gave a smirk. Amanda shut the TV off.

“Now, you're our only hope.”

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That night, the entire New Chicago team had been turned into breeders. Eleven more fertile girls were immediately added to the roster. Babe Rogers was the twelfth. Next week, the team of newbies would have to face Team Holland. Ethel Kriege read the sports page with glee. A smile spread across her fat face. In seven days, Babe Rogers would be in the maternity ward.

Ethel opened the folder for Denise Callahan and signed the order doubling her required numbers of births from 100 to 200.

“Poor Denise. I can't imagine what your poor cooch is going to look like after you've squeezed out a couple hundred brats.” She laughed uproariously.

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New Chicago vs Team Holland....

Every day Babe practiced with the new team but a week was not enough time. She did her best to encourage the group of 18-year-olds. Babe, a former test pilot and astronaut, had faced many dangers in her life. Through shear force of will she would overcome this game and any obstacle this insane government put in her path. Soon, she found herself in the locker room. She tossed a towel over the TV camera placed in the locker room and quickly changed into her skimpy uniform.

“I wonder what Team Holland is made to wear? Cute Dutch-girl outfits?” She mused.

She opened her case. It contained a loaded gas gun. An attendant went about the room attaching bracelets to all the players. Babe looked over. One of her team-mates, Molly, was shaking.

“I'm so nervous.” Molly whispered in a dry voice.

Babe thought to herself.

“Amanda told me to not be a hero. The object is not to win the game but to survive. The opposing girls are not the enemy. We're fighting the system/the game. But, if I can save just one girl...”

“Stay with me, Molly. I'll get you through this.” Babe replied.

The elevator doors opened. Minutes later, it would take Team Chicago to the playing field. The game was on!

Babe had watched as much game tape as she could in seven days and learned one important lesson. The game starts slow. First, the teams enter the field. The announcers read all their names. Only then do the pregger-bots start to enter the field. Babe's strategy was to strike fast before the other team or the bots had time to block their way. As soon as the gates opened, she yelled to Molly.

“Run!”

Babe darted into the maze with Molly trying to keep up. Flying though the maze, Babe was blessed with beginner's luck. A glowing key card was lying in the middle of the passage way. Grabbing it, she looked up and fired at a group of blonde-haired, blue-eyed vixens in skimpy orange spandex uniforms. Three members of Team Holland fell over, gassed. They were no match for Babe's quick reflexes. Molly looked down at them, still trying to catch her breath from following Babe.

“What should we do? Can I soap off their undies?” She asked.

“Let them be. And try not to breath in too much of this pink gas.” Babe warned. “Let's keep going!”

It was just as Babe had hoped. Most of the passages were unguarded early on. Soon, they arrived at the Guessing Room. There were only 3 slides. Babe fed the key card into the console in the middle of the room. The entrance to the slide on the right lit up brightly but briefly.

“I can't believe it. We're getting out!” Molly cried.

“C'mon. Get on the slide!” Babe said.

Molly bit her lip nervously. “You first. I'll follow.”

“OK.” Babe said. “But hurry.”

Babe set down her gun, sat on the slide and pushed. The dark tunnel led into the floor. She disappeared from sight. Babe held her breath as she sped through the curves of the dark tunnel. Soon, she arrived to the flash of reporter's cameras.

“Our first finisher! A record time!”

Babe stepped off the slide, waiting for Molly. Behind the noisy crowd was a large TV monitor showing the game. Molly was getting on the slide. The mass of reporters was pushed aside as Ethel Kriege an her attendants came to the forefront.

“Well done Ms. Rogers.” Ethel congratulated. “But you made a rookie mistake.”

“What's that?” Babe sneered.

“You should have searched for a second key card. A new key is required for each safe exit. The true exit shifts continuously.” Kriege smirked.

“Oh no! Molly!” Babe gasped.

She looked up to see the young wavy-haired brunette enter the slide. Molly gave a push. Molly's tunnel ride was far from dark. Instead, it was brightly lit, rainbow colored and full of cameras. Molly was smiling with a look of relief. Coming around a bend she met a soapy spray from sprinklers within the tube. It rendered the girl naked in seconds. The crowd cheered. Next Molly met a spray of sex gas. Her tunnel ride was merely foreplay. The tunnel spat out the teen. Wet, horny, and naked Molly landed on a bouncy cheetah-print, water-bed. Robot arms flipped her onto her stomach and raised her hind-quarters. An arm tipped with a pregger dildo took her doggy style. The cock head was tipped with a tiny camera. The audience watched its journey down the virgin's birth canal. Molly grunted, moaned, and bit the pillow as the fucking machine rapidly increased its pace. The dildo swelled in size, stretching her pink pussy. The pistoning eventually slowed as the camera showed the head slowly approaching the girl's cervix. Soon, Molly felt it convulse inside her. The young woman's womb was filled with scientifically enhanced super seed. The dildo slowly retracted while pumping, completely filling the girl's vagina with the thick cum. Molly's eyes rolled up into her head. A second dildo lowered and splattered her face with cum. The announcer broke in for a commercial.

“This impregnation was sponsored by Spacely Automotive. Spacely Automotive takes pride in every car it produces. Speaking of being productive. Molly's going to be quite productive at the Reproduction Center. She'll be doing her best for the years to come to keep Earth's population steady. Let's give a round of applause for our newest mom, Molly!”

Babe felt sick.

“She paid for my ignorance.”

That night Team Holland sent the rest of the girls of Team Chicago to join Molly at the Reproductive Center. The season was only half-through. In seven more days, Babe and a new group of girls would have to face Team Houston.

“It's never going to end. I'm going to have to keep playing till I'm pregnant. One mistake and I'm ...” Babe fretted.

Then Ethel Kriege's smirking face came to mind.

“No... Never! I will not accept defeat, EVER!”

To be continued...

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Babe's adventures in the future continue in Part III.