Category Archives: Thaumatophilia

Final Repose sneak peak

John Villalino has sent on a sneak peak at Final Repose, the latest chapter of his freeze-themed comic Pretty Vacant. On this page on of his heroines, Gigi, is frozen and about to be auctioned off. And I suspect her eventual buyers will not have very nice plans for her…

Frozen Gigi is a really distressed damsel!

You can click through for much larger size. The image is used here with the kind permission of the creators.

Pretty Vacant is a comic book after the classic fashion, printed with ink on paper and everything, but if you surf on over to John’s site it should be easy to find the means of getting touch with him and procuring your very own exciting copy. Don’t miss out!

Drake does mad science!

It’s a great pleasure to be able to announce that Drake at Medusarrific, whose work as a CG A.S.F.R.-themed comics creator we have celebrated here before at Erotic Mad Science, will be publishing a new issue of his comic with a mad science theme. And Drake has graciously provided a preview of two pages.

We start with a standard mad-science scenario.

Drake knows his tropes. Labcoated scientist? Check. Comely and restrained naked subject? Check. Weird control panel? Check.

Of course the subject did sign a waiver. I appreciate the observance of such formalities. And also that of making the subject comfortable, and with finding appropriate ways of dealing with the subject’s doubts and making her comfortable through the course of the procedure.

I for one just can’t wait to see how this turns out, and I’ll bet you can’t either, so starting tomorrow Update: it’s up now, I’ve seen it and yes, much enjoyed it, so do drop in at Drake’s place and download the new issue.

Why Kitty Carrolls?

(The second part of a short essay.)

So why would anyone get so much of a frisson out of Kitty Carroll and her many (but not enough) sisters in the world of erotic mad science? There’s a simplistic answer, which is that putting pretty, scantily (or un-) clad women in a situation that sets the adrenaline going (whether out of fear or anticipation or for whatever reason might not matter much) is something that my Male Gaze naturally wants to be directed towards. Well, that’s fine, but it doesn’t really help distinguish the Kitty Carroll from the Distressed Damsel, who is also scantily clad and in a situation that will get anyone’s heart pounding. Why go to the trouble to find (or the even greater trouble of creating) Kitty Carroll’s when there are so many Distressed Damsels?

I’ll venture an explanation, one which begins, rather counterintuitively, in pessimism, a sense that human existence isn’t really that good. Having reached full middle age I find that I cannot dispute George Orwell’s casual dictum that while most people get a fair amount fun out of life, on balance life is suffering and only the very young or very foolish think otherwise. I am more than half convinced by David Benatar‘s rigorous argument that coming into existence is always a harm and that it would have been better never to have been. But I have been, and am, and being in full middle age I’m embedded in a web of human relationships that I cannot countenance tearing myself out of, and so on things go.

Now I’m not so pessimistic as to think I’m helpless in the face of life’s suffering. We can’t abolish our suffering but we can always palliate it, and encounters with the erotic are splendid palliatives. Intense pleasure makes us forget about both life and death, so much so that even the contemplation thereof in fiction helps lighten our burden. This aspect of imaginative contemplation is a large part of the reason why I write and publish Tales of Gnosis College. It’s time and resource intensive, believe me, but it also does a lot to make my life bearable. A little pleasure from one’s hobbies does a lot to push back the day when one aches to reach for the Nembutal (I realize it’s not generally available, but you get the picture). And my publication efforts might provide others with a little pleasure, helping to push back their own dark thoughts and the dreadful sequelae thereto: if that’s not hedonic philanthropy then what could be?

As we contemplate pleasure enough, we dream.

Gustav Courbet, (1819-1877), Sleep (1866)

Some of us dream of the possibility of pleasures such that no human has ever had them or probably ever could. It seems only sensible, somehow: since being human sucks why not imagine transcending human possibilities? Thus the appeal of the mad science, and thus the appeal of the scenario of the mad science embraced with enthusiastic consent and quivering anticipation rather than contemplated with fear.

But why women? Wouldn’t it be easier for this male author to identify with male characters? Why not Charlie Carrolls? I suppose that we could always think back to the Male Gaze, etc., but I suspect that something else is going on here. I have this belief, motivated perhaps in part by observation of multiorgasmic female partners in my own experience, and perhaps partly by science that suggests that women’s sexuality is more fluid than men’s, that the erotic possibilities of women are somehow just wider and deeper than those of men, that Tiresias of myth spoke truly when he told Zeus about sex that “of ten parts a man enjoys one only.”

Gustav Klimt, (1862-1918), Flowing Water (1898)

I admit it’s possible that I’m full of shit in my belief about the superior erotic possibilities of women and, if so, I regret my epistemic failure. But there it is — the imagination doesn’t care whether the tributary beliefs that feed it are true or false, it just flows the way it does. And the way mine flows female characters make superior imaginative vehicles for reaching the wonderful weird of impossible erotic experience.

Hence the search for Kitty Carrolls.

Two kinds of female character in mad science

(This is the first part of a short essay.)

Utter the phrase “female experimental subject in mad science” and I’ll bet that the first image that nine out of ten hearers conjure in their minds would be something like this:

(Found at Storybook Whorehouse.) Call her the Distressed Damsel. A beautiful woman captured and restrained (or sedated), stripped either completely or at least down to scantily clad, and then forcibly subjected to some obscene, perversion of nature technological intervention. The Distressed Damsel might be doomed to perish or to some fate even worse than that (as a way of establishing the wickedness of an antagonistic mad scientist), or might exist for the purpose of being rescued by a hero. As John Villalino has pointed out, many mad science stories will contain at least one Distressed Damsel of each type. One goes to first to her mad science doom as a way of establishing the antagonist (and, of course, allowing the audience to enjoy the titillation of watching her get bound, stripped, and mad-scienced up), while the other will be rescued as a way of bringing the story to what most viewers would find a morally satisfying conclusion.

I won’t deny that the Distressed Damsel story has its charms, but somehow I find myself even more excited by a rather different kind of story, one built around a kind of experimental subject I’ll call the Kitty Carroll. An image for her:

That’s Kitty Carroll, being turned invisible in the 1940 film The Invisible Woman. Something important to note about this female mad science subject: She might be naked (albeit demurely behind a screen as this is a 1940 movie), but she’s not in restraints, she hasn’t been kidnapped, she hasn’t been sedated. She’s here as a volunteer, answering a newspaper classified ad. Her response to the mad science? I want a part of that! As I wrote about her two years ago:

Let’s reflect on what Kitty has implicitly gone for here: “So, you want me to take off all my clothes, step into this machine that has hitherto never been tested on a human being, zap me with heaven-knows-what, and turn me invisible? Sure, I’m game!”

I think I’m in love.

And dammit, I think I’m still in love. The kind of fiction I create shows a longing for Kitty Carrolls wherever I can find them. The first instance that Lon illustrated for me in the first chapter of The Apsinthion Protocol:

Nanetta Rector embraces the mad science rather than fleeing from it. As will her friend Moira Weir. As will all four of the heroines of Study Abroad, albeit with a little pharmacological boost from Dr. Strangeways. Kitty Carrolls all.

I wish I could find more examples of Kitty Carrolls in fiction created by professionals — perhaps the paucity of such are a good reason for making my own. To be sure, I can think of a few. Janice Starlin in Roger Corman’s The Wasp Woman might be an example of one — she pushes really hard to get the mad science youth-making transformation tested on herself. I’ve suggested before also that one the most erotic things I’ve had about Invasion of the Bee Girls is not so much a scene (hot as the transformation scene is) as a thought: that Dr. Susan Harris, the lady mad scientist and head Bee Girl, is herself a Kitty Carroll, that everything we saw being done to Nora Kline as a Distressed Damsel — getting naked, getting irradiated, getting smothered in goop and covered in bees, and transformation into some sort of seductive, lethal transhuman — Dr. Harris must have done to herself at some point to become what she is by the time the movie begins. Talk about embracing the mad science!

I think perhaps I’m in love in a way that will probably be the end of me, but it will be worth it.

And why am I so in love with Kitty Carrolls? Tomorrow I get to embarrass myself with psychological speculation.

Attention-worthy erotic artist

A New York-based artist named Irvin Bomb recently reached out and directed my attention to his aptly-named online gallery NaughtyArt.com. It was well worth my taking a look. While he’s hard to characterize in any narrow terms, he’s produced a lot of very high-end material that overlaps with a lot of the kinks explored in the Tales of Gnosis College, and is thus likely to appeal to you readers of this site. Here’s an example to whet your appetites, used here by the kind permission of the artist.

(Click on the image for a larger view on the NaughtyArt.com site.) Shades of both the Iris Brockman and Cleo Mount stories, no? If this sort of thing appeals, definitely click on through and browse happily.

Two enter, one leaves

I commend to the attention of readers of Erotic Mad Science the 100th post of mad science enthusiast and enterprising DIY comics creator John Villalino over at Pretty Vacant Thoughts. He’s titled it Cryodome and uses it to explore a trope he calls “Two Babes Enter, One Babe Leaves.” You should read it yourself to see what he means, but I can promise you that it’s very mad science and quite richly illustrated, spanning both his own webcomic and several classics of mad science cinema, from the cheesy spy thriller Kiss the Girls and Make Them Die (1966) to the very scary National-Socialism-Never-Really-Left horror film Anatomie (2000).

Oh, and of course Invasion of the Bee Girls.

Anna Aries seems to enjoy her transformation.

There’s something I never tire of hearing discussed…

Partial tube-girl example

I’m not entirely sure what this mad scientist has in mind for this partially-entubed victim, but she doesn’t seem too happy about whatever it is.

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implied nudity in an example of the tube girl meme

Found in this post at Deceptology, which contains many other examples of this artistic genre, as well as an intelligent discussion of the tricks old-style pulp artists used to imply nudity they couldn’t directly depict.

The spider’s sex slaves!

While browsing around for fetish-fuel material pertinent to Cleo Mount’s adventure abroad, I came up with this curiosity at an online fetish e-book seller.*

Cover to a book "The Spider's Sex Slaves."

And if this 1970s-vintage literature ain’t erotic mad science, then I’ll eat my labcoat. From the publisher’s description:

Clive Beford’s [sic] articulate prose creates a strange world of ingenious women who developed a subterranean community where men are used as servants, slaves and playthings. The Spider Lady collects an army of competent female characters who populate a bizarre world of work, technology, armaments and wealth.

And in particular, it contains a character named

…Dr. Klebanoff, a gifted surgeon who used her extraordinary skills to change captive men into sex-toys for the hard-working staff.

Now that sounds like a mad scientist indeed! (But a quibble for Mr. Bedford — if this gifted surgeon is a woman, shouldn’t her surname name be…Klebanova?)

I haven’t read it, but it looks like I’m likely to.

(*) Exercise you imagination for a second, and imagine yourself transported in time back to 1950, and trying to explain to someone at that time that in your time there are such things as “online fetish e-book sellers.” Not so easy, is it?