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Planet of the Bimbos

Novel By: Lacy Cornwall
Erotica



In a future where men are few and women plentiful, a communications blackout on the Saturn Colony leads four women to embark on a cruise to discover why.
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Submitted:Dec 30, 2012    Reads: 155    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


Chapter Two



The captain's quarters were amazingly spacious. That's because a couple of bulkheads had been knocked down, making the cabin as big as three were originally. An updated comm system had been installed and some cosmetic changes made, but it had been done in a hurry; the three original bathrooms were still there.

"At least you have rest stops if you walk from one end to the other," Heather said, her voice echoing in the sparely-furnished cabin.

"It's bigger than my grandfather's farm in Ohio," Yoko joked as they walked to the desk and the holoplayer. "He'd have loved all of this. It was all sci-fi in his day."

"You knew your grandfather?" Heather asked in surprise. "That's so cool. There were no men left in my family when I was born. What was he like?"

"Think 'typical female' and invert everything you know. Men aren't like us."

"That's what I hear." Heather paused. "I heard about James, Captain. I'm sorry."

Yoko shrugged. "It was my fault. I'm not in the mood to get melancholy, Heather. Let's just play the orders." She opened the envelope, expecting a few pages of memos, but the papers that had been stuffed into it were all blank. The holodisk slid out with them. Yoko slipped it into the player and a small, 3-D image of Commodore Towers appeared above the laser projector lens on the desk surface.

"Hello, Captain Tani," the older woman's holo-image said. "If you're watching this, you've embarked on your mission to Titan. This is going to be a difficult situation to explain and particularly difficult to grasp its far-reaching implications. Let's start with the last few messages we received from the Ardeen Colony."

Commodore Helen Towers' image disappeared to be replaced with a 2-D image of a woman in her mid 30's, seated behind a desk and wearing a lab coat. She was a very small woman and appeared to have some Chinese ancestry. Her features were partially obscured by large glasses and her straight, black hair framed her round face. "This is Dr. Amanda Richards of Research Lab Theta-One on Ardeen-Col to Dr. Wilma Forrest on Mars-Col. Wilma, we've managed to extract the alien artifact from the crash site."

"Alien?" Heather asked.

"Shhh."

"We're not sure what it is," Dr. Richards continued. "Rachel thinks it's alive, but Nora insists that it's a device. We're getting evidence that they're both right and I can't tell you how exciting a find this is. Brandy Norquist is on our staff and she's one of the premier alienologists in the service. Even she's stumped. You'll find images and data attachments with this video and I'll update you again tomorrow. Say 'hello' to your kids for me. Richards out."

The scene flickered for a minute, then Dr. Richards reappeared. She smiled a little. "This is Dr. Amanda Richards of Research Lab Theta-One on Ardeen-Col to Dr. Wilma Forrest on Mars-Col. Wow, you're not gonna believe this, Wilma. I was right. That little sucker is both alive and a machine. Imagine a machine you could accidentally kill if you do the wrong things to it. That's what we're dealing with here, and Norquist is pushing for us to shut down and turn it over immediately to Earth Gov. I was all 'no way' cause we've never had an alien anything before and she's like 'way', so we're going to fight this out." The image of the Chinese woman giggled. "I'll fill you in later, dude. Kiss the kids for me. Amanda out."

Yoko and Heather looked inquisitively at each other. "That was a little weird," Heather remarked.

The image flickered again and Dr. Richards reappeared, smiling at the camera. She looked a little spacey and her lab coat buttons weren't matched to the proper holes. "Mandy to Wilma. Hey, girlfriend. We got, like, the alien-thingy on the table and we were all trying to decide what to do with it, when Brandy just grabbed it and ran. That girl is so rude, y'know? Anyway, we're combing the... the... colony-place trying to find her ass. You wouldn't believe how many places there are to hide in this dump. All seven of us..." she frowned. "No, six of us. I can't really count Brandy, can I? Anyway, we're all looking for that bitch and when we find her it's gonna get messy. I'll get back to you when I got a mo. Smoochies! Byeeeeee." Dr. Richards waved at the camera like a drunken teenager in a 'Mars Girls Gone Wild' video.

"I've got a bad feeling about this," Yoko whispered.

"Yeah," Heather replied. "I saw that movie too."

Amanda Richards appeared yet again on the screen. Her lab coat and her blouse were both open, exposing her small breasts to the camera. She'd lost her glasses somewhere along the way and the look on her face was even more vapid than the last time, if that was humanly possible. "Willllllma, I'm hooooome!" she shouted and then gave a giggling snort. "I love that cartoon!" She squirmed a little and moaned. "Anyways, Rachel sends her love." A hand popped up from beneath the desk and waved at the camera. "Rachel is so fuckin' good with her tongue, y'know? Truth is, we never did find that slut Brandy and we've all kinda given up looking. She's really good at hide-n-seek. But we're... oh gawd, yeah! Right there, Rach! We're all real busy here, so I'll, like, report back if anything changes.... Shit, baby! So tweak yer own nips for me, Wilma, and I'll, like, ttyl, right? Buenos Noches!"

Commodore Towers reappeared. "Question and answer time, Tani."

"What's the capitol of Iowa?" Heather asked. Yoko poked her in the side.

"I'm not programmed for that response," Commodore Towers' image said.

Heather grinned. "I love it when they do that."

Yoko rolled her eyes. "Why didn't you send a battleship to deal with this?"

"We did," Towers replied. "We sent the Farragut. All hands were lost along the way."

"What?!" Yoko said in shock. "Why? What happened?"

"Someone opened an airlock and sucked everything out of the ship, including the bridge crew," Towers answered.

"Why would someone do a damned fool thing like that?" Heather asked.

"Here's the last transmission we got from the Farragut," Towers said.

Yoko and Heather both recognized Captain Jenna Hart of the Farragut, sitting haphazardly in her command chair, grinning like a fool. She was a tall woman in her 40's with strawberry blonde hair, in an upsweep style. She had on her tunic, but it was obvious that her pants were off and she was playing with herself in full view of the camera! "Hey, Helen-baby," Hart said, giggling. "We're, like, almost to Titan and woman alive, am I horny! I could fuck a lieutenant across the nav console with a dildo... And I think I just did." Smiling, she held up a long, green, bullet-shaped cylinder and waved it.

A nude young brunette appeared from the lower right of the screen and looked at the camera and waved. "Hiiiii! She means me," she giggled, then disappeared again.

"Anyway," Captain Hart continued, "we'll have this wrapped up in two shakes of a lamb's tail, then the girls and I are going on a little shore leave."

"Shore leave, yaaaaay!" came another woman's voice, off-screen. "I know the way!"

Someone walked from one side of the bridge to the other, behind the captain. After a few seconds, a computer voice said "Warning, Airlock Breached." The last coherent image was of Captain Jenna Hart looking to her left, toward the airlock, and smiling before she, two crew-women and anything that wasn't nailed down, flew quickly from left to right and completely off-screen. The bridge was silent for a few seconds before the image disappeared to again be replaced by Commodore Towers.

"As I said, that's the last we heard. Hart's reports were a gradual slide into insanity, culminating in the unsettling video you just saw. Apparently, whatever this is can affect anything within millions of miles of Titan and the closer you get, the less intelligence you have. You four are the absolute brightest the Navy has to offer. We're hoping that you'll retain enough intelligence to get to Titan and either reason with or kill that alien machine/creature hybrid, which seems to be the cause of this."

"What if it's not?" Yoko asked. "It could just be a coincidence that they found the alien artifact at the same time that this weird situation came up."

"That's a possibility," Towers' image agreed, "and we've considered it, but our original hypothesis seems the most likely."

"What's the likelihood that once this thing is shut down, we'll regain our intelligence?" Heather asked.

"Unknown," Towers replied. "I'm sorry, ladies, but this could be a one-way trip to idiocy."

"You know," Yoko snapped, rubbing her forehead. "Navy procedure requires you to ask for volunteers for hazardous missions, explaining the consequences."

"As I said," Commodore Towers stated, "Special dispensation for a special mission. Whatever this... this stupidity-field is, it's spreading. It'll affect Mars-Col within the year and Earth a few months after that. We'll all be horny, babbling idiots."

"What's to stop me from turning this ship around and letting you send someone else on this damn mission?" Yoko asked.

"Your flight is pre-programmed and locked in, Captain Tani," Towers said. "Whatever you do, you're going to Titan, so as long as you're in the neighborhood, you might as well run this little errand for us."

"You're a real bitch, Commodore! You know that?" Yoko snapped.

"I'm not programmed for that response," Commodore Towers' image said. "A copy of this dialogue will be sent to Mars-Col for official records. Towers out." The little image of Commodore Helen Towers blinked off.

"If we get out of this alive," Heather said, "I'm kicking her ass all the way back to Earth."

"Heather, get with Leeson and make sure every airlock is coded so you have to pass some sort of intelligence test to open it. Seal off every dangerous section of this ship. I want the whole place baby-proofed within the next 10 hours. If we're all going to be bimbos by the time we get there, let's do everything we can to avoid killing ourselves in the process."

"So we just do what Towers wants us to do?" Heather asked. "I don't like being her puppet."

"Neither do I," Yoko agreed, "but like most puppets, we don't have much choice. That's what being a puppet means. After we make this ship idiot-proof, we'll explain what's going on to Dr. Jones. Maybe there's something that can be done medically to prevent us turning out like those poor bastards on the Farragut or Ardeen-Col."

"We'll explain it to Jones?" Heather asked. "What about Leeson? Doesn't she have a right to know?"

"We'll deal with what Leeson does and doesn't know later," Yoko said. "Right now, let's get busy. I have no idea how long we have before we're all a bunch of drooling, sexual deviants, and we have a lot to do."






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