Note- based on the sixties French comic strip and 1968 movie. Kudos to artist Alphonso Azpiri (rip) and Jean Claude Forest for inspiration.
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According to recent press Jane Fonda had called time on her sex life as she reached eighty, despite her youthful looks for her age. Indeed as she enjoyed retirement she had found an inner sense of peace, ageing gracefully and writing. On one Sunday morning at home she came across an old yellow legal pad and as she perused the pages remembered the time she had written a sequel to her sixties movie 'Barbarella.'
"Oh my." She said smiling as she thumbed the dog eared pages.
It was while she resided in France with her then husband Roger Vadim, the director of 'Barbarella' that she had attempted to turn her hand to writing. At the time she was a stunning twenty nine year old with a fine figure and was considered a blonde bombshell. Ten years her senior the suave Frenchman had encouraged her to enjoy her sex appeal and experiment with various techniques in the bedroom.
"Literotica."
Jane had surfed the net and come across the erotic story website and had been amused by a story by someone known as 123z, who had written a Barbarella tale. For some fun she decided to brush up her story and publish it under a pseudonym.
"PygarXXX." Sounds interesting she thought as she hit the keypad of her Apple Imac Pro.
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'Barbarella in the 41st. Century, a sequel.'
Barbarella was a gorgeous twenty eight year old blonde with a voluminous back combed mane, slim waist and wonderfully firm breasts. The wide eyed sex kitten stood at five feet eight in her stretchy wet look thigh high boots with the four inch rise and pointy toes. Complementing the footwear she had her black wet look corset with a bare upper heart shaped cut out at the top of her hefty bosom. A matching mini skirt and black cape finished off her homemade costume. In the year 40,000 she was dressed in the height of fashion.
"Status report please Alfie."
The blonde Astrometrix, first class, was patrolling the outer rim of the Helix Nebula, a particularly remote part of space although it was the closest to Earth. For the last two years she had acted as an intergalactic representative of the United Earth Government, and in particular was a special agent for the President himself. War no longer existed on the home planet and Barbarella was one of many attempting to unify the Universe with love. She spoke to the ship computer, the only other sentient being aboard the Alpha Seven, her personal space craft.
"Status normal." Said a disembodied voice.
"Good."
Seated at a silver control console Barbarella watched a three dimensional visualizer screen and checked various readings. Reports had come to her knowledge that pirate raiders had been encountered by various vulnerable settlers.
"Agent Barbarella, calling Barbarella."
An incoming call, the first for a month caught the blonde babe unawares and she paused in her reply.
"Yes, who is this?"
"This is Earth. We have just received an urgent subspace signal from an uncharted planetoid close to your location. As you were free we hoped that you might check it out."
"Received, long live love and perfection. Well Alfie, some action at last. Ah, here are the coordinates, proceed immediately."
"Affirmative."
As they approached at speed the cool agent read the planetoid readings.
"80% nitrogen. 22% oxygen. Life viability 100%. Eighty five degree Celsius. We're going in. Although I need to change outfits. Alfie, bring us in."
The interior lights dimmed to reserve power as Barbarella rose and stripped naked and padded across the orange shag carpet to her bedchamber.
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Barbarella looked at her reflection in the full length mirror and liked what she saw. Slender and tall with long limbs and full, rounded breasts she ran her hand along her flat stomach. As she turned side on she looked on agreeably at her adorable bottom and squeezed the left cheek. Nice and firm.
"Looking good, even if I do say so myself."
Barb ruffled her bouffant hair and stepped into her green 'Peter Pan' inspired tunic top that was decent by a half inch. Sleeveless and with a cinched waist she pulled on a pair of calf length green boots with two inch cuffs and two hours later left the landed ship.
"It's like a desert world." She said as a wall of sunlight made her blink.
She placed a boot on the sandy surface and ventured a few feet from the Alpha Seven. This system's sun was the equivalent of Earth and she considered herself to be somewhere similar to Africa as she scanned the barren landscape. Putting on a sun visor she studied her palm device in order to trace this so called urgent signal.
"A faint source due north from this location. Hmm, do I go further or stick by the ship?"
Without hesitation the bold adventuress set off on foot towards the source. The sun was high in the sky as she trekked across the sand, leaving the Alpha Seven just a speck in the distance. Her device now read 90 degrees Celsius and already her legs grew weary, as the oppressive heat bore down on her skin. To her eyes the desert landscape remained unchanged with no features to beat the monotony of sand.
"I need to sit down." She closed her eyes and sat on the warm sand.
At that moment a shadow was cast over her and she looked to see two looming figures beside her, looking upon her with a vested interest. Both seemed to be identical, basically humanoid in appearance and both draped with azure cloaks. Standing at well over six feet six with green tinged skin, all their muscles were overly large and veiny. Barbarella noticed their long, tapered fingers and black lined retinas in particular. Along with their pronounced lower lips.
"Oh hi, how are you?" She said in all innocence and a big grin.
The beings looked at each other and then back to Barbarella who got up onto her feet.
"It is an Earth woman brother, and a ripe one too." Said one in a monotone voice.
"Indeed brother, well known for their softness of flesh and juiciest of sexual organs."
"Wait a moment while I adjust my tongue box."
She adjusted her wrist translator device and got the message loud and clear.
