I recently had the chance to visit the Martian colony of Amazonis Planitia and experience the unique culture of the nation. Known as Amazonis Planitia to earthers but called Ard Al-Jasad in the native tongue, the Amazonians have a unique, yet controversial history over the past 200 years, which lends itself to the nation’s noted extreme gender disparity. While Mars has been terraformed, this region is still a vast desert. Early settlers to the region were approximately 85% men. With a shortage of women, they opted for cloning as a solution. However, at this time on Mars, it was illegal to create a complete clone of a human being – only partial, non-sentient clones were allowed for the purposes of replacement limbs and organs. The Amazonians’ workaround? Make headless clones of women with computers instead of brains.
This was decried as a misogynistic abomination of science, but it did circumvent the law as the headless women lacked minds and consciousness and were essentially biological robots. To the dismay and horror of neighboring nations, but somewhat unsurprisingly, the headless women became more popular than natural ones, due to their mindless, subservient nature. They were all engineered to be fit and beautiful, weren’t picky about their romantic partners, didn’t speak, didn’t think for themselves and did whatever they were told to do. Any and almost every man could have a sexy, submissive doting wife, and often more than one. The tradeoff was that she would have no head.
Within a few decades, natural women with heads were extinct in Amazonis Planitia and only the headless variety remained. The men of Amazonis love women’s bodies and find their heads to be unnecessary and even undesirable. A typical Amazonian man will have at least one wife, with wealthier tribe leaders and noblemen having their own harems. The Sultan of Amazonia has a harem of hundreds. As such, the population of Amazonian women is greater than men, with 10 women per man. At this point, female population is to the point where they no longer need to be cloned and are naturally born headless.
The Amazonian culture is an absolute monarchy ruled by a Sultan, the spoken language is similar to Arabic, and the nation is very religious in nature. The faith of Amazonis is a strange blend of Islam, Christianity, and pagan gods but obviously the rules of modesty do not apply here. The burqa is not in use and obviously one cannot wear a hijab without a head. On the contrary, the women are often dressed in very revealing clothing like an Egyptian belly dancer with little left to the imagination. Since the headless women lack a true mind and therefore are believed to have no soul, they do not have full personhood and the rules do not apply to them. In addition, no man is jealous of another for having a beautiful wife, because they are all made to be beautiful. The only envy to be had is in the number of wives one can afford.
These headless Amazonian women are often frowned upon or even outright banned in many other nations within the solar system. Most nations prohibit the creation of them, as well as selling and importing them. But, most also have the loophole that if one if wed where they are legal, such as Amazonis, they can be taken into other countries. Thus, the cloning and marriage of Amazonian wives to foreigners is a large business within the nation. This is very stigmatized and socially unacceptable in most developed nations within the solar system, but not generally illegal.
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I came here for business of a different sort, looking to get a contract to sell our fusion reactors to the government of Amazonis. I myself frowned upon how the natives viewed women and never even considered wanting an Amazonian bride. Of course, one of the Sultan’s viziers and my own lust got the better of me.
After discussing business over dinner in the palace with the Vizier Ahmed Pasha, he insisted on giving me the full hospitality of his native land. He was a large, fat, bearded man with a deep, booming voice. “Effendi, you have come to Al-Jasad, you have seen the sights, delighted in the food and wine, but Effendi, I insist you delight in our land’s greatest treasure. It wouldn’t be right for you to return home without experiencing the best we have to offer.”
The Vizier snapped his fingers and in walked at least twenty scantily clad women dressed akin to belly dancers, each one more beautiful than the last. Their most striking feature was none of them had a head. Instead, atop their necks sat ornate “caps” made of gold or silver and often encrusted with jewels. The Vizier explained to me that these were the controllers that housed the computerized brains that controlled their biological bodies. Some of the women wore false heads made of unpainted bronze attached to the tops of their control units. Most of the false heads looked like Greek statues of Athena or Aphrodite, but some had animal heads akin to Egyptian gods. The Vizier explained that the decorative statue-heads are seldom used in Al-Jasad, but foreigners tend to prefer the women to wear them, and Amazonian women also often wear false heads when visiting foreign lands.
The Vizier called for Ishtar, and a tall, athletic yet shapely woman dressed in blue walked towards us. Atop her neck was a bronze statue of a cat’s head. He asked for her to kneel, and she complied. The Vizier gripped the sides of the cat head, twisted it, and removed it from the golden control unit atop her neck. He handed the fake cat head to me and it was hollow and fairly lightweight. I placed it on the table beside me. He then pressed a button on her control unit and a door on the top opened. He explained this was how they were fed. He poured some healthy yet tasteless nutrient paste into the hole. “Interesting, yes? This is how one eats with no mouth.” I was shocked and maybe a little disgusted, but also somehow intrigued and aroused as well. I simply replied with “indeed.”
The one called Ishtar walked towards me and caressed my face gently. “So, do you like this one Effendi? Or would you prefer another?” I stammered. “I’m not sure if I…” The vizier gave a deep belly laugh. “Of course you should. When in Rome, eh?” I looked intently as the headless woman’s body that stood just inches in front of my face. She was tall and had a thin waist with a natural hourglass shape. She had very smooth, perfect olive skin. Her breasts were very large and succulent. Her hips and posterior were also nice and shapely. And she had long, bare, smooth legs. She had a wonderous body. I could see why the Amazonians didn’t care for women’s heads… they weren’t needed on bodies this excellent.
I looked to the vizier. “Would she mind if I…” he laughed again. “Effendi, she doesn’t mind anything. She has no mind! Feel free to touch.” Her luscious breasts were eye level to me while I sat. I slowly brushed my hand from her shoulder, to her waist, to her rear, to her thigh. She shivered and sighed in what seemed to be pleasure, placed her hand on her chest, then sat in my lap. She must have felt my erection on her leg as she slowly rubbed her hand on my crotch. The Vizier tapped on her shoulder. “Oh, not yet my dear. We don’t want him to lose interest too soon.” He said, grinning.
“Shall I have her dance for you?” asked the Vizier. I nodded enthusiastically. Ishtar got up and began to dance in fluid, sensual motions in front of me. Ishtar began to grind on my leg and began giving me a lap dance. She crawled atop me and rubbed her warm, soft breasts in my face. I couldn’t help but rub my hands on her and kiss her lovely chest.
“Well, is this one to your liking? If not, we have a wide selection as you can see.” I gave in. “Yes sir, she is indeed to my liking. She is phenomenal. So… would I be so bold to infer that she might be my company for the night?” The Vizier gave another hearty belly laugh. “Ha, you have good taste my friend. And indeed she shall be. But aren’t you being a little hasty my friend? You haven’t even taken a look at the other beauties we have to offer. But if you only want this one, that is perfectly fine.” I paused for a second. “You mean, I can have more than one?” The Vizier slapped his knee laughing. “You are such a comedian Effendi! Of course! Please, browse our wares.”
I motioned to Ishtar that I wanted to stand up, and she stood up herself. I walked over to the row of women’s bodies standing before me. All were beautiful, but I have a thing for busty women with a medium frame body type, not too thin or fat. Long legs and a shapely ass are a bonus. I picked out the ones he referred to as Zaina, Djamila, Nashwa, Gamila and of course, Ishtar. “Excellent choices, my friend. Would you like them to wear any particular false heads?” I shook my head. “No, I don’t think that will be necessary.” “Good, said like a true Al-Jasad! While our women may be robots with human flesh, we can give them personalities and even change them at will. How would you like them? Cute and bubbly? Sassy and sultry? Rough and domineering?” “Hmm, surprise me, I’ll take a mix.” The Vizier nodded. “Good, good. I think it is time we show you to your quarters. These five shall be your personal servants for your stay. Just ask from them and you shall receive.”
The Vizier guided me and the beheaded women through the palace to the grand bedroom. The room was ornate and adorned with fine tapestries, but the most beautiful things in the room were the women’s bodies. And these beautiful bodies gave me massages, fed me grapes while fanning me with a leaf, danced for me, served me drink and cuddled up next to me. They just didn’t provide very good conversation as they couldn’t speak.
They were all so gorgeous I couldn’t decide who to make love to first. I decided on fair Ishtar, as she was the first one introduced to me. “Isthar my dear, I want nothing more than to make love to you now.” I said. Ishtar seemed to motion in joy and hugged me warmly, with her warm, soft breasts pressing into my face. She then backed away and unbuttoned her bikini top, letting those large, gorgeous boobs pop out. I kissed her erect nipples, then she took her finger and began to rub them in pleasure. She might not have had a brain to feel anything, but her body was definitely horny. “That feels good, doesn’t it? How would you like me to pleasure you?” Ishtar paused for a moment, possibly surprised and confused that I would ask what she wanted and not the other way around. She then removed her skirt, silently took my hand and guided it to her vagina. “Ah, I see.”
I rubbed my fingers along the sides of her vagina and went inside and stimulated her clitoris. Ishtar’s headless body convulsed in pleasure while furiously rubbing her nipples. After a few minutes, she pushed me over, tore off my pants and mounted my erect penis. She thrusted up and down while I was inside her. Right as I was about to orgasm, I pulled out and ejaculated all over her chest. She breathed heavily, got up and began to wash in the water basin to clean off. She splashed water on her naked body to wash off my semen. I followed her there and fingered her some more as she washed. Still aroused, she began to grind on me. She finally climaxed with a heavy moan (apparently they can do that), dried off and then walked me to the bed and snuggled her naked body against me. The other women followed suit.
Throughout the night, I continued to have sex with the women’s bodies, sometimes multiple at once and ejaculated a few times. I eventually fell asleep with two of the women cuddled next to me while one rubbed my feet and another my shoulders. I awoke gripping Gamila’s fine breasts and staring into the void where her head should be. I rolled over and wondered in the sheer beauty of Ishtar’s naked body as she lay there. Was she sleeping? Do the headless sleep? I kissed her sweetly on the shoulder. What an experience.
After a few days in paradise, our business deal was concluded and the contract with the government was formed. The Vizier offered me the women as gifts, but I told him I was only allowed one wife in my native land. He then said I could still have one, and I didn’t take long to mull it over. My friends and family wouldn’t approve, but so be it. Before I left, I married Ishtar in the traditional Al-Jasad ceremony.
Upon getting home, we started our new life together. It’s hard to say if Ishtar truly has any feelings as she lacks a human brain, but I love her. Her warm body embraces me tenderly and her heart is human, even though her personality is just a program. My parents weren’t too thrilled but got used to “whatever makes me happy.” Many people judge me for having a glorified sex object as a wife, but oh well. She does the chores around the house well, is always happy to please me in bed and she is so nice to look at. For every person who looks down upon such a relationship, there’s also another guy who is jealous.
Speaking of jealous men, some of my friends definitely were when they saw her. But… our relationship has no jealousy… so we have an open relationship of sorts. I don’t mind if Ishtar has sex with other men. Ishtar doesn’t really have any thoughts or feelings of her own. She just does what I tell her to do. I don’t have to worry about her falling in love with and running away with another man. Her program is hardcoded to always return to me. So if a friend wants to enjoy her lovely body as well, I’m willing to share. If she had a mind of her own, it would probably bother me, but she doesn’t. I know she’ll never leave me or have feelings for anyone else, as she really doesn’t have any feelings at all besides physical ones. And if she ever has sex with someone else, it’s with someone I have allowed to do so at a time I choose. I merely allow others to borrow her. And she has certainly made an impression, because some of my friends have decided to get headless wives of their own now.
And I certainly like to have her show that fine body off. I love to go shopping with her and dress her in sexy outfits. She particularly looks good in a low cut dress with a miniskirt and heels. And she’s a head turner at the beach in a bikini, too. She’s even able to generate income with a side hustle posing for the internet.
After living with Ishtar for a few years, I eventually decided to try and have kids. Yes, one might consider this very messed up and essentially a single parent household, but I would say that Ishtar surprisingly makes for an ok mom. To be a more suitable parent, I took the head of a nanny robot and mounted it to her body. Our two boys love her. And she is still looking as fit and youthful after two pregnancies as she only eats nutritious food paste and is programmed to work out daily. It just weirds people out when they see a gorgeous woman with a robot’s head bringing two boys to school.
But, when it’s just the two of us alone making love… I like to take her robot head off. I’m used to Ishtar not having a head and that’s how I like her.