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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: 147    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


Chapter Three



"Captain Yoko Tani aboard the Iphis to Commodore Helen Towers on Mars-Col. This is my formal declaration that I want an official complaint lodged with the Navy and I personally hope they bust you back down to cadet for this, you slimy bastard.

"On the report side, which I hope will be of some use to the next crew you decide to butcher, we've coded the airlocks so you can't open them without answering some difficult math questions. Space is the current resting place for the 46 women from the Farragut and I don't want four more from the Iphis added. Any part of the ship that we could use to accidentally blow ourselves up has been sealed off, and the computer has a command override that also requires a little algebra. The nav console doesn't work anyway, since you locked that down yourself and I hope we don't run into any rogue asteroids that haven't been mapped yet. Frankly, you should have already taken this crap into account before we left and leaving it up to us to figure it all out is just one more sign of sloppy thinking on your part, Towers.

"So far the crew is functioning normally. Commander Twelvetrees knows what the score is, but I haven't told Jones and Leeson yet. I'm hoping that Jones will be able to come up with something medically that will keep us coherent through all of this, but I've known Jones for years and her first reaction is likely to be blind panic. Confidentially, I'd have preferred the next medical candidate on the list over Dr. Marla Jones, but I'm not surprised you chose her and not particularly enamored with any other of your command decisions either, bitch.

"If I'm coming off as insubordinate, good. Tani out."

There was a knock on the cabin door. "Open," Tani said and the door slid upward, revealing Dr. Jones.

Dr. Marla Jones was a small, waifish woman of 28, with long red hair and pixie-ish features, including large green eyes, a small, upturned nose, and one of those smiles that shows every tooth. Not that she was smiling at the moment. She walked in and sat down stiffly in a chair without saying a word.

"Let's get one thing out in the open first," Yoko said, sitting back and crossing her legs. "We were never friends, Marla, and I don't expect us to be in this situation either, but I am your commanding officer and I expect you to do your job."

"I go where Med-Corps sends me," Marla said in her light, high voice. "I can work with anybody, even freaks of nature like you, Yoko."

"That's the kind of thing that holds you back in the service," Yoko snapped. "I've seen your record. Ever wondered why you can't get past louie-commander, bitch? You never could keep your opinions to yourself."

"If I'm here just to get lectured by some... maggot... I can leave now. I have to go down to sickbay and start arranging it," Marla sighed.

"Sickbay's sealed off," Yoko said. "You'll need to know some algebra to get to it."

"What? Why?"

"There's a severe problem at Titan, and you need to know what we're dealing with," Yoko explained. "About a month ago, the research team on Titan found some sort of alien artifact. It appears to be a living machine of some kind."

"A cybog?" Marla asked.

Yoko shook her head. "No, living machine. Small enough to hold in your hand, apparently. Think of a comp-calc that breathes, I guess. I haven't seen the intel on it. Apparently my security clearance isn't high enough, which is another sign that Commodore Towers is losing her mind. How are we supposed to know how to knock this thing out if we don't even know what it looks like?"

"Why do we need to knock it out at all?" Marla asked.

Wow, Yoko thought. A coherent thought without a sarcastic remark. Maybe Marla can work with me on this. "It's affecting the minds of the women on the station, lowering their intelligence and raising their libidos. Happy and horny describes it best. They're all pretty zoned out, at last report."

"So?" Dr. Jones said, shrugging. "Send a battleship and take it out. End of story."

"Not that simple," Yoko insisted. "They tried. The closer they got to Titan, the more the crew of the ship started behaving like the women already there. They managed to kill themselves when they got into Titan orbit."

"How the hell is this alien thing doing that?" Marla asked.

"I hoped that you'd be able to tell me," Yoko said. "Maybe not exactly how it's doing this, but what we can do to keep the same thing from happening to us."

"This sounds like a suicide mission," Marla remarked. "How did I get sucked into this? There are rules against this kind of crap."

"We all got sucker-punched by Commodore Towers on this one," Yoko said. "Commander Twelvetrees and I have already lodged formal complaints and I suppose that you'll want to also."

"Damn straight I will," Dr. Jones said, emphasizing the word 'straight'. She seemed to be squirming nervously in her chair.

"So what can you come up with that will help us keep our wits about us?"

Marla stared off in thought. "I don't know. You haven't given me much to go on."

"It's all I have," Yoko insisted. "You know what I know."

"When people don't sleep, their brain chemistry changes," Marla thought. "They become sluggish and unable to think clearly. Maybe... No, they also exhibit signs of nervousness and depression, but from what you describe, the women are becoming euphoric. It could be an increase in monoamines: dopamine, serotonin, norepinephrine... Something like bipolar disorder, but only the manic phase, at least as far as we know. If we haven't heard from Titan in a month, they could all well be too depressed to work the comm system.

"I'll want to do a 3-D PET scan on all of us and repeat it when we start exhibiting symptoms. See if we can see any changes that I can work with. In the meantime, we'll put Leeson on a simple stimulant and Twelvetrees on quetiapine CR and see who fares better."

"Quetiapine? That's an anti-psychotic, isn't it?"

Marla nodded, squirming even more in her chair. "It was also used at one time to treat bipolar disorders. All of those were abandoned when hydronophige was developed, but quetiapine works faster and I'm guessing we don't have a lot of time to play around."

"Why do you say that?" Yoko asked.

"Because right now," Jones admitted, blushing, "I'm so fucking horny even you look good. I'm gonna scream if I don't get some release."

"Permission to find a restroom," Yoko said. "We'll talk afterwards."

"You have three restrooms here," Marla noted, now actually sweating.

"I don't need to hear you moan," Yoko insisted. "Use the one down the hall."

Marla nodded, stood up, and walked out the door.



Captain Tani thought hard about telling Brendy Leeson about the whole thing. She'd never worked with the woman before and wasn't sure how she'd react. In the end, however, Yoko decided that Leeson had a right to know and one more formal complaint against Commodore Towers wouldn't hurt, so she gathered the crew in the rec room and played the holodisk for all of them.

"I can't fucking believe this!" Leeson exclaimed when the video ended. "I've known the Commodore for 8 years. I'd never think she'd sell anyone out."

"The French Revolution," Heather remarked, swallowing one of the pills that Jones had given her, "was full of people who never thought they'd get the ax. It's easy to be someone's friend when there's not a lot of pressure."

"No wonder I've been so fucking horny the past day or so," Leeson admitted, stretching and showing off her pendulous breasts. "How far are we from Titan?"

"Still twelve days away," Yoko said. "We'll all be on zoloft as a sexual appetite suppressant. It's not one of the better ones but it's all we have in the med lab."

"Those labs are a fucking wasteland," Jones fumed. "Not even a simple PET scanner, so I'm going to have to see what the CAT can do, which won't be much. In the meantime, I want you all to take a standard IQ test. Let's see what that can tell us. Do you all know your rating on the ones you took at the Academy?"

"195," Heather said.

"190," Yoko added. "How about you, Leeson?"

"182."

"And I'm 187," Jones said. "Let's all take one now. We're already showing signs of decreased intelligence and heightened libido."

Yoko thought for a moment. "I'm not."

Twelvetrees looked at her with surprise. "No desire to rip off your clothes and dive into a warm, wet... Well, in your case, dick?"

"Not that I'd turn it down," Yoko admitted. "It's been awhile, but no more restless than two days ago."

"Damn, I wish I had a PET scanner," Marla said. "Your heterosexuality may be the key and as far as I know, you may come out of this unscathed."

"Well at the moment," Leeson said, squirming as Jones had earlier, "she's doing better than I am. Where's the zoloft?"

"It'll take a few days to really show much effect," Marla said, handing a pill dispenser to Brendy Leeson.

"Lovely," Leeson observed, removing a pill and swallowing it. "Still, the sooner I take it, the faster it works."



After the tests had been taken, Marla reported to Yoko on the bridge. In the case of old grav-rotators, the bridge wasn't in the center of the ship, it was on the outer wheel where the gravity effect was strongest, approximating Earth-norm. The bridge itself had twelve stations and enough space to seat about 20 comfortably. The command chair, which was usually against the far wall, facing the workstations, had been moved to the center of the room and directly behind the nav station. That's where Heather was seated, although she couldn't really do much beyond checking the data. Leeson was at the engineering ops station, watching over the ship's vital signs. She was mindlessly running a finger up and down her aching vagina as she stared absently at the board in front of her.

"Congratulations, Ladies," Marla said, addressing them all and handing her report to Yoko. "We're all still in the genius zone, if just barely. Brendy, you're 157, but I rounded you up."

"You're all heart, Jones," Brendy muttered, barely paying attention. She was staring at the flashing lights on her console as if hypnotized.

"So we're definitely losing our intelligence," Yoko said, looking over the report.

"Well, your score will vary every time you take one of these," Marla said, pointing to a graph on one of the pages. "That's why the Navy doesn't give you the test more than once. Besides, the number gives you a ballpark and the exact score doesn't matter. Stress, body chemistry, sleeping pattern. All can affect the test outcome. But I've never seen a change as big as this before except in cases of brain damage."

"Brain damage?" Heather managed sarcastically. "Wonderful."

"Any idea what's going on chemically?" Yoko asked.

Marla shrugged. "Haven't a clue yet. I'm not even sure how something millions of miles away is able to affect our brain chemistry in the first place. If we get out of this alive and with our heads intact, I'll write a treatise on it and send you a copy."

Yoko blinked at that. Was Marla actually being nice to her? "What about your heterosexual theory?"

"Shot out of the water, to some extent," Marla sighed. "You're on the road to bimboland the same as the rest of us. It seems to vary from person to person, but it's definitely a slower ride for you. You're only down 10 points on the test. Still outside of the statistical variance, but you're doing better than we are. If we're lucky, you'll still be above average when we get there."

"And the rest of you?"

"A shipload of brain-dead party girls." Marla paused to let that sink in.

"Speaking of party girls," Yoko asked, dropping the report into a folder and into a slot on the side of her command chair. "What about this increase in our libidos? Even I'm starting to feel it now."

"Yeah, I thought you might." Marla sat down in the chair next to Heather, who smiled at her provocatively. "Between the four of us, we have enough hormones to fuel a sorority house full of drunken teenagers."

"I remember my sorority," Heather said in a deeper than normal voice as she stared off into space. She shivered in delight at the thought.

"Are the drugs we're taking helping any?" Captain Tani asked.

"Too early to tell," Marla said, swallowing hard. Damn, she was horny! "I'd especially like to watch Twelvetrees and Leeson, since they're our Guinea pigs."

"Hey!" Heather snapped.

Marla ignored her. "Just off the cuff, I'd say that Heather's doing the best. If you'll notice, Leeson's been staring nonstop at that console since I got here and probably before."

"Wha?" Brendy asked, glancing back at the other women, then immediately back to her workstation.

"She's already in space cadet territory," Yoko noted. "I thought you said her IQ was still very high?"

"That's cognitive ability," Marla explained. "Intelligent people daydream too, you know. I'd guess that she's horny as fuck and thinking about something nasty at the moment."

"Who?" Brendy asked, turning her chair around. Yoko noticed the dark, wet spot on the other woman's pants, but said nothing.

"Never mind, Leeson," Yoko said. "Just keep a steady eye on those readings."

"Yes, ma'am," Brendy said, turning back around.

"I'll up her caffeine dosage," Marla said. "It'll help for awhile."

"Thanks for your report, Marla," Yoko told her.

"My pleasure," Dr. Jones said, walking to the exit. "I'll be in my cabin for awhile."



Marla made her way to her quarters on D-deck, close to the sickbay. She walked into the small room and dimmed the lights, then sat at her computer console. She made a wireless attachment to the small, hidden camera on her uniform and worked for awhile. After a few minutes, her printer started humming and a sheet of paper with a closeup of Yoko Tani's face came out of the printer. She took the paper and attached it to the wall with the five other images she had of Yoko. Then Marla leaned back and rubbed her wet slit looking at them.

"Ooooh, yeahhhh!" she groaned.






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