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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: 144    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


Chapter Four



"Captain Yoko Tani aboard the Iphis to Commodore Helen Towers on Mars-Col. We're still seven days from Titan and the crew is restless. Brendy Leeson seems the hardest hit. Once we all saw how well Commander Twelvetrees was doing on the quetiapine, we all started taking it, but Heather seems to be the only one who's being helped by it. It's not exactly stopping her mental deterioration, but it's helping. Sadly, Leeson's faring the worst and Dr. Jones estimates her intelligence to be a little below average. Thank God that so much of this old wagon is automated. I have an engineer who couldn't make it into college at this point. I probably know more about the systems now than she does, so I've been handling most of her job. I just have her watching the ops board. She sits there and masturbates all day. The bridge smells like a cathouse, but the constant playing with herself helps keep her focused.

"I think Heather and Leeson are having an affair, but I don't feel it's right to impinge on that under our current circumstances. Whatever gets them through the day. By the time we get to Titan this will probably be one swinging little ship."

"Marla seems the least affected to me, aside from a sudden friendliness I thought I'd never see, but she insists that I've been hit the least. That's easy for her to say. I'm having trouble concentrating, which has never been a problem before in my life.

"On the sexual side of things, my drive is through the roof, and I'm masturbating every couple of hours or so. I even wake up in the middle of my down time to do it, which is embarrassing as shit. I can get enough porn on the Sol-Net to keep my hands off of the other women, but even I'm starting to lust after females, and my porn-watching is starting to reflect that. This brings up some interesting thoughts about the nature of sexual orientation. The consensus has always been that you're born that way, but why the sudden sharp increase in lesbianism on Earth as men started vanishing from the populace? They say that male birds, held in captivity with no females around, will turn to homosexuality. Does that make them homosexuals? I'm no scientist, but having lived my life as something of an outcast, I've thought about this subject on a pretty regular basis over the years. My own, personal theory is that yes, you're born that way, but cultural influences can sway it.

"I knew my dad, which is more than I can say for most people these days and it may have been a determining factor in my sexual interests. We were pretty close, and I liked having a man around. My cousin Wendy and I used to experiment sexually when we were girls, but I always imagined her as a man when I kissed her or touched her. In my high school, there were about 300 girls and 8 guys. I latched on to one of the boys pretty quick and got a bad rep for being a pervert. Ask me if I cared. We almost got married when we were in college, but I couldn't bear the thought of three other women touching him, even if I was the only one of the four who actually loved him."

Yoko took a sip of water from a cup on her desk. "I guess that's enough for the psych-val team. With any luck, we'll make it back to Mars and they can spend the next fifty years poking me with a stick to see what makes me tick. That is, if I'm not executed for killing you, Towers. If I were you, though, I wouldn't be too worried about that. Heather Twelvetrees is a hell of a lot faster than the rest of us and will probably get to you first. Watch your back, bitch. Tani out."



Yoko walked onto the bridge as Heather, who was standing, was pulling away from the seated Brendy Leeson. It looked like she had caught them on the tail-end of a kiss, but Yoko wasn't going to ask.

"Everything is, like, kinda normal, Captain," Leeson said with a slight giggle. "There's a red light on the port engine-thingy, but Heather here tells me that's OK."

Yoko looked at Heather, who looked no different than when they'd started: alert and intelligent. The only time the illusion was shattered was when she opened her mouth. "It's a pretty cool ship," Heather stated, looking around and nodding her head. "it's got a really good vibe, y'know?"

"Where's Jones?" Yoko asked, sliding into the command chair.

"In sickbay," Heather replied happily. "Took her 20 minutes to get past the last algebra question."

By tomorrow, she won't be able to get into that part of the ship, Yoko thought. How long before I'm like they are? "Heather, are you sure this bucket of bolts can do the spacedock procedure by itself?"

"Sorta," Heather said, thinking hard. She smiled. "I guess we'll see when we get there, huh?"

"I guess we will. Hopefully I'll still be able to do it manually, but keep the autopilot armed for that, just in case."

Heather saluted her. "Aye Aye, Captain Bligh. Topsails and mainsails." Then she giggled.

Yoko sighed and pulled out a small book from the bin on the side of her chair. She opened to a page bookmarked with a pen and looked at it with deep concentration, holding the pen at the ready.

"Whatcha doin'?" Heather asked, arms behind her back, peeking over the top of the book.

"Sudoku puzzle," Yoko said, eyes on the page. "I used to do these all the time as a girl. They're getting harder and harder for me now, though. I can still do the ones in the middle of the book. I can't do the ones in the back anymore."

"Captain?" Heather said, twisting slightly on her legs. "Can I ask you a question?"

Yoko looked up from her puzzle. "Sure, Commander. What is it?"

Heather reached over and began tracing a line along Yoko's chin. "Wanna play?"

Captain Tani glanced over at Leeson, who sat staring blankly at her station and rubbing between her spread legs. She couldn't believe her own reaction to the taller woman's question. "Yeah. Meet me in my quarters in ten minutes."



Heather was there in five. She removed her uniform and slid easily into the double-wide bed, next to the nude Yoko Tani. "This is bigger than my bed," she remarked. "Brendy's too."

Thought so, Yoko said to herself. "Heather, how do you feel?"

"Horny."

"No," Yoko said. "How do you feel about what's happening to you?"

Heather leaned in and kissed Yoko lightly on the lips. "Whadda ya mean?"

"You started out with an IQ of 195," Yoko said, kissing her back. She rubbed the taller woman's shoulder gently. "You're probably still above average, but doesn't it bother you that you can't think like you used to?"

"I try to keep my mind on other things," Heather said, rubbing a hand across Yoko's nipple and watching the shorter woman shiver. "Like you for instance."

"Me?" Yoko said, touching her exec officer's nipples in response. "What about Leeson?"

"Her too," Heather said, tweaking the nipple now. It grew hard under her fingers and she smiled at the response. "Everyone but Marla. I don't like her much."

"How's she coping with all of this?" Yoko asked. She'd actually been avoiding Dr. Jones a bit. Seeing a horny Marla wasn't really on her bucket list.

"Her quarters smell like the bridge," Heather said. "There's not much for her to do until we get to Titan, so she's in her cabin most of the time."

"By the time we get to Titan," Yoko observed as she moved a hand down to slide a finger along Heather's slit, "we'll be lucky if she qualifies to do janitorial service."

"Do that again," Heather whispered. "I like that."

Yoko rubbed the other woman's hairy mound and leaned in to suck on her nipple. Heather moaned and cupped her hand behind Yoko's head, pressing her in closer. After a few minutes, Heather slid down the shorter woman's body and sniffed her pubic mound, getting wetter from the scent. She slithered her tongue out tentatively, unsure of herself with what she knew was an avowed heterosexual woman. The way Yoko sighed when she did so gave her confidence and she commenced servicing her with a wide tongue. Yoko was dripping wet and her nectar was sweet. Heather's actions became more and more frantic as she tried to get Yoko off as swiftly as possible.

Yoko couldn't believe what she was feeling. Heather's tongue felt fantastic and she was gushing like a fountain. She ground her horny little pussy on the other woman's face and was rewarded with a moan. She smiled. No man had ever eaten her out like this! Granted, she only had three men to say that about, but three men was a lot, these days.

Yoko suddenly felt the pressure build and she creamed Heather's face, riding it like a bucking bronco. For her part, Heather kept up the assault and was rewarded with a second deluge. Once Yoko's orgasms subsided, and the Asian woman lied still in post-coital bliss, Heather moved and lied down in the opposite direction. She moved her own vagina close to Yoko's face. "Could you return the favor? I'm so fucking horny!"

Yoko smiled and started licking Heather's pussy. She wasn't great at it, but with some pointers from Heather, she was soon licking her handily until the other woman came too. Yoko tasted a woman for the first time and it didn't taste too bad. She could probably get to like it.

Heather turned around and the two women snuggled.

"Do they still make cigarettes?" Yoko asked.

"I dunno," Heather said. "Never saw one. Why?"

"Me either," Yoko admitted, "but in old 2-D movies, couples always had a cigarette after sex. I always wondered if it heightened the experience."

"Probably made them gag," Heather said, giggling. She stopped. "Oops. Sorry. I try not to giggle. If I don't giggle, maybe I won't turn into a bimbo."

"The road to bimbodom is paved with good intentions," Yoko said and they both giggled.

"I always thought you were so hot," Heather commented as they continued holding each other. "I used to steal glances at your legs when we were aboard the Marlon Brando. I used to think 'What a waste of feminine flesh.' No offense."

"None taken," Yoko sighed. She looked intensely at the tall Inuit woman. "Seriously? You were checking me out?"

"What else was there to do on that rustbucket?" Heather asked. "Half the crew was fucking the other half, except for you."

Yoko smiled mysteriously. "That's what you think."

"Yeah?" Heather asked. "There were no men on the Brando except for..." Her eyes registered shock. "No!"

Yoko nodded. "Yes."

"You and Farley?!" Heather laughed in surprise. "The cleaning crew guy? He was 60 years old if he was a day! You were what, 23?"

"22."

"Damn!" Heather said, laughing again.

"There aren't a lot of guys in the Navy," Yoko said, pulling away slightly. "I've only been with three guys in my entire life and probably only known a dozen or so. They don't grow on trees, you know."

"Solve a lot of problems if they did," Heather noted.

They were silent for awhile, then Heather said, "Yoko, can I tell you something?"

"Sure."

"I love to read," Heather said. "Especially 20th Century stuff. Ever heard of a book called 'Flowers For Algernon'?"

Yoko shook her head. "Tell me about it."

"It's a long, complex novel, and it touches on a lot of social issues of the time," Heather said, "but the gist of it, and the part that relates to what I want to say is this: It's the story of a mentally challenged man named Charlie Gordon, who's the subject of an experiment to increase his intelligence. His IQ goes from 68 to about where we all were last week. Something goes wrong and he starts losing that mental acuity. By the end of the story he's back to 68 again. But he still remembers what it's like to be intelligent and he knows that he never will be again. Imagine having to live with that knowledge, because in a few days, we'll all be like Charlie.

"Yoko, I'm scared."

Yoko slid closer to her and held the softly crying Heather in her arms. "We all are, Heather."






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