This is based off of a reoccurring dream of mine. I decided to flesh it out into a series of vignettes centered on the core of the dream, where a man or woman faces the darker side of base instincts and human nature, when faced with possible extinction. The game show. Please enjoy!
A Man!
The lights are blinding.
I was safely secured in my cryostasis chamber hidden from the world in whole, due to the destructive disease that killed men off. In my old life, before this biological attack, stories like this were pure male fantasy. All forms of media had a few stories like this, the last man syndrome, a world full of women finding the last men, and using them to repopulate. It would not work though in reality as the gene pool would quickly stagnate and humans would still become extinct.
I was dragged to a room.
Armed to the tooth guards stood around the stretcher I was on. I was bathed, as the post stasis gel made me slippery and smelled almost like rendered fat. Every inch of my body was washed, and some pills were forced down my throat.
"Vitamins and pain relievers."
They barely spoke to me. But during my movement the roar of a crowd grew louder. I was given injections, but I could not feel them. I was taken off the stretcher and secured to a board like device.
"Ladies, Welcome to......"
As tests were performed on me, the crowd's excitement grew to a fervor. There was a gasp among the doctors, who sent nurses to deliver silent messages. Soon camera's were entering the room to get a good look at me. I was nothing special back in my time, a guy you would barely note in the background. I was married, but a glance at the date and time said I was extremely late to dinner by five hundred years or so.
I was taken to another room, where my basic needs were met through tubes and vacuums. I was kept there, in a medicine induced daze, apparently until they needed me. A nurse came in to check my vitals and to secretly relay some knowledge....
"You were sold out."
"Wha..."
"Records from your sale showed that your wife was bored of you, and wanting a more financially better lifestyle sold you and ran off to die to a robbery in what she thought was paradise."
"Why?"
"Shh, I personally thought we should have left you frozen, as men have finally almost totally vanished. We never needed you to survive. So rest in despair, you have a busy day tomorrow."
The nurse giggled to herself as she left me alone.
However, she lied. Big time.
Later, the nurse would be found later, onboard a cargo ship, to be put to work on a backwater world. A much deserved fate that befell the ditzy nurse. Someone was listening, they always were listening. A last moment change to participants was made, as a certain colony's participant in the Game was too intoxicated to be able to travel for the game. A woman from the colony who remained masked was selected to replace her.
The next morning....
I was not feeling it today. Too many thoughts were killing my attempt at a good mood. Not like I was talking and happy at my current situation. Every muscle hurt and ached. I was loaded into a pod like thing.
I could hear the crowds clearer now.
The announcer riled the crowd up.
"Welcome Ladies and Viewers to the universes most popular game show, Hunt that Breeder! As everyone knows, that finding a male is really hard now. Natural born males are almost non existent, so when we find frozen caches of fresh man meat what do we do?"
"Hunt them?"
"Why?"
"For the Colonies!"
"Why?"
"For Humanity!"
"Why?"
"For a good fuck!"
"Exactly. The five major colonies, backed by the five largest corporations on Earth are in trouble. The gene stock is almost empty. Not enough non cloned men to fill those pussies with pure seed. The current tally and ratio is now one hundred thousand women to one pure bred man, and that number is growing. So they came together to create this fair and square game of sexual tag!"
"BOOO!"
"Yes! Boo! We cannot let humanity vanish! So let me explain the rules for the current prey."
"YAY!"
"First off, you will be dropped onto Eden below. Don't worry, we would not let any harm come to that..eh..handsome head of yours. Then the Huntress from each colony will drop, and have three hours to catch you."
"YAY!"
"Oh that look on your face. I am sorry to burst your bubble, but..."
"Gasp!"
"If you think you can win by time out, you are sorely mistaken. You are not here to win or escape. You are the prize. Also, you do not have to be alive to still be useful. In fact one vial of your DNA, could sustain us for a year or two. No, you are here to entertain us. So give us a good show, and try to enjoy your fate. It's not so bad, though depending on who wins you, you might not have any freedoms anymore."
*Crowd Giggles*
"Each continent on Eden will be hunting grounds for six hunts this time, as there will be six men on the line for six groups of hunters. Our contestant here will sent too....."
The announcer in a sequinned thong bikini pointed to a large screen, as a continent was randomly chosen.
A sparse forest.
A small continent, looking like it could be entirely covered in a couple of weeks of walking. It was wholly uninteresting.
The announcer tossed a backpack into my open pod.
The pod I was in was sent to the launcher. The ladies were really enjoying their jobs as my pod was closed and secured, then prepared for launch.
I was expecting rockets and such, but one moment the pod was fired, and I was racing through space, which was a short time, as I entered the atmosphere, the inside stayed cool as the outside of my pod was on fire, as I watched streaks of other pods break through the clouds also on course for their destinations.
Before the launch of the hunters who were going to hunt the freshly thawed man....
The launch control room was empty. It was mostly automated, only needing input when emergencies arose. The masked woman was not out of place there, as hunters were allowed to choose and input their landings. In the "spirit of fairness" hunters could not land within a one mile radius of the prey. But this hunter was not there to cheat to get closer. She reset the other four hunters landing coordinates to the continent's beaches circling the inland, putting them five miles away from where the prey was landing. She finalized it and left.
Drone cameras in real time showed the landings of the prey and the hunters hunting him. Four hunters landed on different stretches of beaches as one hunter was a hairs breath of being closer than a mile away from the prey. If her pod somehow was an inch off course it would count as a foul and she would have to wait a whole twenty minutes to begin the hunt.
Me, the Prey.
Fresh fucking air, and the warm sunshine. I soaked in it as I sat on the edge of the pod. A foot below me was soil and grass. Above me was the branches of a tree I knew nothing about. I watched three streaks fall from the sky, and presumed the other two were behind me. But one of the streaks was drawing awfully close. There were trees about, but nothing like a forest, more like a slapdash put together orchard. I opened the bag to only find a shirt, some food, a lighter and a wrist mounted device that showed me a map of the area twenty feet around me. Hardly useful. But the food was nice, as I have not had solid food since I was frozen. It was okay, just some rations, but the meal gave me desire.
"If my only purpose is to help make babies until I die, then I am going to make it out alive."
Little did he know...
During her tampering with the other hunter's landings, she deactivated the mechanical pill they placed in his stomach, in the case that he either went rogue or the time ran out. It was supposed to dope him up out of his mind so he would still be useful for actual sex, since the viewers wanted to watch him fuck, but if he made any moves of actual violence towards the hunters, he would be killed by it immediately.
Now turned off, it would follow nature, and end up in a pile somewhere.
2 hours and thirty minutes remain.
While she did slow them down, she could not stop them. Hunters came prepared. On board the hunters pods were hover vehicles....
Hunter 1 - Mitsumura colony.
Name: Manna Eateria (real name: Sonja Esotani) The Microsoft Colony (Fucking Windows '95)
Her radar bliped. She was furious. This was not the mountain she chosen to hunt from.
The game had secret caches and spots that would give certain and popular hunters a leg up in the hunt. She was the galaxies third best huntress, and that earned her some perks.
The corporations lied about this planet. Using the best tech at their disposal, they made a dirtball into a lush paradise. In reality, humans had colonized all the Earth class planets in the milky way galaxy. This planet was a lie. The colony that was here ditched it when the resources dried up. She could almost taste the Semen before she would put the man in a vegetative state, where her colony would would drain him, squeezing everything of value from him, before throwing him into the incinerator. She prayed that she and her wife could get pregnant from him before he is used and tossed aside.
Her slip into delusion caused her downfall. She was not looking out for where she was going and her floating vehicle was cut in half, she being lucky that the thin, strong wire broke before it could cut her in half.
The was a battle. Hunters could fuck each other over, just so long as it is entertaining.
Sonja broke almost every bone in her body as she was ejected from the vehicle. She would make a full recovery, thanks to the advanced medicines and treatments, when the medical team stopped the hunt for as long as it took to retrieve her.
Hunter 2 Miss Ditz - Monsanto Colony (real name: Jessica Karels)
The second hunter would be the first to encounter the man, as per her plan. She decided to use a tactic that was a little out of date. She opted for the damsel in distress routine, complete with the naive innocence play.
it worked.
I was tricked. In the middle of nowhere, was a almost naked, clumsy girl gathering fruit, wearing only an apron and a smile. Her light pink hair shimmered as she strained to reach a fruit, her nude back and ass exposed for the whole world to see. I am not an idiot. But that ass...
I tried to sneak by her, but three small beeps and a flash of light later, I was on my back, my hands bound and legs spread. She was working a strange tube like device up my slick feeling ass.
"Don't worry about this, it will keep you cumming those delicious cummies for me."
I groaned as it did not really hurt, but was uncomfortable, until the discomfort gave way to a rising pleasure. She waited, eating a fruit, then she mounted my cock. She was almost too fucking tight, or it was a long dry spell for me, a five hundred year dry spell. Once our pubes started to mingle, she sighed as she started to ride me for all she was worth. I tried thrusting and twisting to get her off of me, but no hands or legs for leverage.
"Aww, don't be that way, you will enjoy being my pet. Once the colony had had their fill, you can be my personal pet. They promised!"
I came inside her. I could not lie and say I did not entirely enjoyed it. Would have been better under different circumstances, but that is how this game is played.
I did not want to be a pet. Nothing about this situation was within range of what I wanted. To be honest, being frozen again was looking more appealing as time moved on.
She came twice. I did not give a fuck about her or her orgasms, as being caught was more important than making sure she enjoyed it.
But the loud buzzer was the sound of my freedom as she tried to win with the collar.
It did not latch closed.
My arms and legs were free.
I bucked her off of me. She cutely landed on her ass, as I rolled over to get up, fighting the post sex weariness to get the fuck out of there.
I did not notice her fall over as I crashed through the only thick bushes to fall into a small gully.
She only had herself to blame, eating a contaminated fruit, contaminated by her colony's Sponsor the Monsanto Corporation.
She was picked up, despite her condition being stable, but enjoying one hell of a drug trip.
Hunter 3 - Little Suzy - The Sony Colony (real name: Susan Diedrich)
I did not have much time.
A new buzzer sounded, as I was removing the thing from my ass when she showed up.
She looked like those '80s post apocalyptic warrior women in black leather with spikes and skulls. She carried a tranq rifle. She did not want to even touch him. Her colony was run by the majority faction that believed men are worthless. She hoped he would suffer every second left of his life if she caught him. He would not even get the pleasure of sex in her colony. She would break him into a useless blob, even more useless. Then he would be milked and bled for the rest of his life.
Her tracker said he was nearby. I was below her, hidden by the thick bushes. I silently crawled into a small cavern. It was hard going as I had no room to move anywhere but forward. Of course she would be stalking me.
Above
Her tracker said he was inching away from her. Since she would have heard him move through the bushes, he must be below her. She cleared the bushes with a wicked looking machete. She found the gully, and the recently discarded anal device.
Her mistake was that she missed him.
She had to try and crawl, though she had a broad, muscular frame. Her impatience would cause the viewers to groan as she was this weeks pick to win.
She was now stuck.
I heard her cuss at me. All I cared about was getting out.
I was out, after five minutes of crawling.
The echos of her unhappiness was like music to my ears.
Soon she worked her way out of the trap, but far too late to catch him, as the rescue team picked her up, as the game counted her as eliminated.
Hunter 4 - Mistress Morgana - The Volks-Boss colony (real name: Heather Tillan)
The woman, in pvc, floated with her pet. She was a Domme with her hunting dogs. Women who were criminals of the colony were given to her to rehabilitate into right think. I am not going to spell out what this colony is about as even if he is a pure born man, she held little interest in him. He looked genetically inferior. Maybe the lower class of the colony will find use in him, but she is not low class, and no semen from an Untermensche will ever enter her.
The girls were already waiting for her to land.
She had them pull her craft slowly. At least she wanted to make it look like she was participating. Her colony agreed, its leadership speaking to her through her auditory implant.
"Just put on a show. Do not catch him."
She did that. She would put a little effort, but "oh no, he escaped."
However...
She would need rescue.
She was not paying attention to her pets. The ground in a certain area was getting hotter as their bare feet touched it. Rescue swooped in to save the seven women, as the ground was falling away, as the continent was in a few hours, sink into the ocean, as molten rock was creating pressure pockets all over the continent, it was an unstable landscape.
Her exposed tits shook as she reached for the rescue team, pissed that she was not first to be rescued in her group.
Hunter 5 - Masked Hunter - ConAgra colony (real name: Unknown.)
The slender woman laughed from the tree at the edge of the newly opened magma pit. In her hand was a small sphere. A gift from a race of hunters that spans the universe. Her cryo pod was found by them a year ago as the orders to move the pods of that facility were going to a new colony. They would be the first colonists there. Records of when she went under were lost, so she was lumped in to go. However, no one unfroze her. It was deemed to be a waste to free her, as the computer that identified a person's natural abilities said she was of the artist persuasion, along with athletics. It was then agreed on that when the colony was prosperous, she would be thawed and married to the leader at the time.
Sadly, the colony would never survive. The local inhabitants said no, by killing and eating them all. She was spared because they could not open the pod. The race to find her left her some tools and the neuro programming through the pod to use them. Then they with little fanfare ejected her pod near the ConAgra processing station, in which she was welcomed with open arms, planet side below.
Now the wrist computer was telling her that he was a little bit away.
It did not matter. There was still two hours left in the game.
The colony told her to win. On the surface to get him as breeding stock, but secretly, to keep him out of the other colonies hands. The Big Five were spread out over the galaxy, practically dominating their huge sectors, with the arm containing the Sol System being the central government.
She replaced the sphere into the gauntlet, and faded from view as the rescue ship rescued the Domme.
The masked woman was slender, but athletic. Her past life she enjoyed gymnastics and track and field. So she was decent at parkour as she was following him through the orchard of nasty fruit. She doubted he could detect her and was just following him as he ran, as again for the fourth time the stop/go signals sounded, and then on his wrist thing, it showed the hunter count to be 1.
He entered the ruins of a barn. It was not dark inside as the entire roof collapsed ages ago. But the remaining walls gave him enough cover for shade to take a break.
Her slit became dewy as she sat on the pile of debris silently touching herself. She confirmed that he was in fact her target. If he could see her, she was nude, save for the fishnet webbing holding her tiny breastplate, and the small triangle of metal that does not even cover her genitals. She had thin shoulder plate armor, with a gun tracking her head movements. But she would not fire. In fact every cell in her body screamed at her to take him down, and then fuck him within an inch of death.
Memories.
They are a powerful, driving force.
And there was nothing but good ones.
The drones cannot see her, even if they could, she practically won, so she could take her time to savor the memories before going in for the kill.
Let's go back.......
The year is 20XX.
There is a new viral threat facing humanity. It is killing men and boys, and if they do not die from it, it renders them permanently impotent and sterile. A woman, freshly married, and very beautiful, visited a certain office. She was pregnant. That much she knew. But how could she tell her husband, or even bring a new life into this world?
This company offered a way to survive, a safe haven until the cure to the disease could be found.
It was not really a new science, as you had to undergo it to travel throughout the galaxy.
Cryostasis.
In case of emergency, survival for hundreds of years.
But we have FTL drives, so cryo was a formality in case of emergency and you are stuck for a long time.
Sure, they signed her family up. The nice man said as he looked her over. Such a good wife for looking out for her family. The man licked his lips when she wasn't looking.
Two weeks later....
After the talk, her husband agreed, wanting to start a family when it is safe to. They spent the time selling off their possessions, putting it all into a bank that would not even survive fifty years, an taking time to do the things they could within the time frame.
What she did not know was that the CEO of the company was actually trying to create a frozen harem when he thawed.
She watched and waved at her husband and of course he waved back as the sleep drug was taking effect.
His pod was loaded into the room assigned to them. She was loaded into the pod gently, and she did not get to notice that her pod was going underground, not into the room with her husband.
Her husbands pod was shipped with the other pods containing men to a Swiss Bioresearch firm.
Her pod was wheeled into a room with other pods containing women.
After the first decade, she was only thawed out long enough to remove the embryo safely. It was put into a growth chamber, and then the child was frozen, automatically. The machines running the place were extra careful.
For the rest of the four hundred and eighty-nine years she slept.
Her pod was found by a not hostile, but not friendly race, on a planet it did not belong on. It was moved to the processing station, and then she was thawed on the planet Epsilon Sigma VIIII the ConAgra colony.
She spent a whole year trying to find her husband. Little facts became snippets, Snippets became rumors, rumors became myth, myths became legends and so on and so forth. Finally it was time for the Game. Normal Games are not broadcasted galaxy wide live. This game was special as it was going to choose the next Chairman of Industry from the colonies for the new leader of the galaxy. A big deal.
She was sent to the game, as the way was paved for her by ConAgra, who alone was a powerful entity.
It was a shame that a woman had to be sold into labor slavery.
She was listening to the room, having tapped into the mic's of the room. She heard the poisonous lie from the dirty man hater's mouth.
Her plan's would be ruined if the man believed her.
The idiot walked right by here. It did not take much, a blast of an aerosol sedative, and an empty crate, and soon the nurse would be on the market as a worker.
Everything else fell into place and now she was silently masturbating while watching him doze off.
She closed her eyes as a big climax rocked her body. Her helmet blocked out any sounds from inside, so it came as a shock...
When the man grabbed her awkwardly and held her close.
"How did you know I was there?"
She asked, her voice masked by the helmet. It sounded like the person in the masked was a life long smoker.
"Two things."
"Which are?"
He pulled her to his spot. It looked like he was struggling to move air.
"One, you leak like a sieve. I could tell something was up, as drips of fluid from out of thin air."
"And two?"
"I seen you."
"Huh?"
I explained to her that while she was stealthy, I caught sight of her ass and thighs when she caused the tunnel to collapse. I seen her uncloaked, taking a piss. And my last sight of her was before she cloaked near the Domme's pets.
"But the real question is, who am I?"
"My wife."
She blushed in the helmet. How was he spot on. Questions deadlocked her mind, leaving her exasperated.
"Easy. The tattoo of that symbol for Plains mana, while I have the mountain symbol on my inner thigh."
Doubting him, she uncloaked and used a tiny drone to show her inner left thigh. Plain as day, was the Sun with bent rays tattooed there.
She threw off her mask, and after a long, long time, they kissed each other. Tears in their eyes, they kissed. But once the union was reformed, they looked each other in the eye.......
Across the galaxy and beyond, the Game's broadcast was deemed Inappropriate for All Lifeforms.
It was not the act of sex, but how and what they did.
It started with her washing the other woman off of his cock with her canteen. Then she took him orally, the way she learned from her aunt at their reception. She swallowed with glee his second load after five hundred years. It tasted great to her.
Getting bolder, she stripped off the rest of her gear, and I started to plow her, as she held on for dear life to the standing support, hearing it make noises like it was not going to stand up to my wild thrusts. I grabbed her hips, and blasted her insides with my white hot ,man cream.
What was being broadcasted....
The drones caught it all, their minute to rest, then her mounting him in reverse cowgirl. She bounced happily as he held her hips, helping her piston on his cock. Soon, both would scream their climaxes.
Another break had the audiences screaming for more as far and wide as this signal stretched.
The break over, and the action resumed with her pegging the shit out of him. She held the win collar's leash as she plowed his asshole until it submitted to her whims.
Complaints to various broadcasting companies from all over the galaxy and beyond, condemning the unholy act on tv.
A redneck species of human sized single celled organism said "A woman, plugging a man's asshole? 't aint natural, I tells ya."
But once she was done it was her turn, leaving the dildo in his ass, she laid down on her stomach and spread her nicely shaped ass, revealing a pink and vibrant rose bud. I wondered if it remembered my cock. I reached into the bag, and pulled out the emergency sex lube and food source. Don't ask I lathered my cock up, then worked a finger into her asshole. It slid in nicely, so he added a lubed second, then third. She moaned and wiggled for what she was longing for, had to wait a very long time for. My cock head popped past her sphincter muscles.
She hissed loudly. It was a little painful, but the memory of the orgasms from him just fucking her asshole made it more than bearable.
The leader of AFAAF (All Females Against Ass Fucking) interrupted the broadcast with an emergency message:
"WE the women of the universe demand the ceasing of this horrifically torrid display of male power fantasy trip driven perversion of the act of reproduction. Do you humans have no shame? Once you all discovered this filthy and disgusting pleasure, the women of the universe were made to suffer this humiliation! We will not stand for this! If this "Game" is not concluded soon, we will be forced to take drastic actions. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED."
But when they returned to the couple fucking....
She was impaled nicely on his cock. He was pressing her down nicely as she rabbit fucked her ass. She started moaning loudly, unable to control it. She was reaching her brink rather quickly matched his pace with thrusts back, until her body went into auto pilot, and moved on its own.
His balls tightened for the universe to see, and with one more thrust, everyone could see he was pumping her full of his seed.
He pulled off of her, and they sat against the ruin of a wall, and smoked a cigarette from the pack he found in his bag.
The moral guardians and the bastion of liberal living of the universe both on the major news channel panel decried the two human's SMOKING after sex. But even worse, this was sex without breeding! How utterly deplorable! The talking heads on all news channels were calling for the two human's heads.
An AFAAF war fleet was dispatched to deal with the trashy humans. But they were minutes too late, as the winners, the ConAgra group swooped in to take them home to their 33rd colony, where The woman lives, with their Daughter. Julia.....
Elsewhere,
A bony old hand turns the page. So a new story will begin.....