A Rule 34 search: The Boxing Helena fetish

The “hyperspatial cinctures” the Buck and Dolly have been playing with for the last several pages are devices that allow you to, among other things, temporarily be or create an amputee. They are thus quite the bondage toys, and their pop-cultural inspiration was a critical flop of a movie with a very interesting idea at its core, In Boxing Helena (1993), a surgeon played by Julian Sands abducts the object of his romantic obsessions played by Sherilyn Fenn. He amputates her legs and, eventually, her arms as well. Eventually she falls in love with him.

Source: Nerd Blerp, “10 Miserable Movies to Get You Through Valentine’s Day”.) Well, that’s all provocative enough that I have to ask “what’s the porn of this?” And at that point, I can bring in my old friend Bacchus and have him do one of his custom Rule 34 searches. As this one only gets more disturbing from here, I shall be running the remainder of it below the fold.

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Tartarus X

Script for today:

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A panel, just silhouetted human bodies in a haze.

CAPTION: Smokable drugs are being handed around, so I can’t really make anything out in the haze.

Taylor stumbles forward in a tangle of bodies, holding up a hand to fend off the offer of a hookah from anther girl.

CAPTION: Even after I manage to…detach myself it’s hard to work my way over.

Taylor’s face, with a look of shock.

CAPTION: When I finally get over to what I think I saw, it s worse than I could imagine.

Panel depicting DONNA (the same character as in the Study Abroad script) lying on her back.  Her eyes are closed, her back slightly arched.  And she is now a quadruple amputee.  There are passed-out naked men around her.

DONNA: Ohh….


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Taylor, holding Donna upright.

TAYLOR: My God, are you alright?

DONNA: Wha…is it time to go now?

Close-up on Donna’s face.  Her eyes are half-closed, and she is smiling sleepily.

DONNA: I feel…fine…

Close-up on Donna’s lower half, showing the stumps where he legs used to be clearly.

TAYLOR (out-of-panel balloon): But what have they done to me?

DONNA (out-of-panel balloon): What they did to me?  You don’t understand, pretty girl…

View of another part of the room.  The Catgirl has mounted a man sitting on a chair on the stage (we can’t see much of him) and is fucking him.

CAPTION: I asked them to do this.

View of a gloved hand holding up a scalpel, which light glints off of.

CAPTION: And Dr. Abdullah obligingly did.  He’s a genius.

Profile view of Taylor and Donna looking at each other.  Donna is smiling, shyly.  Taylor looks horrified.

CAPTION: Okay Taylor.  Don’t freak out.  Think.  She speaks English with a midwestern American accent.  Maybe you just got lucky


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Extreme close-up of Taylor’s lips near Donna’s ear.

TAYLOR (faint-lettered balloon indicating whispering): …Gnosis College…Bridget O’Brian…

Head-and-chest view of Donna.  She is looking away slightly.

DONNA: One thing that I miss about being…the way that I am…is that I can’t touch myself, even when I really want to.  Touch me…

Close-up on Donna’s lower abdomen.  Taylor’s hand is now stroking Donna’s clitoris.

DONNA (out-of-panel ballloon): Like that…oh yes..oh…keep touching me…kiss me…

View of Taylor and Donna, their mouths beginning to come together in a kiss.

CAPTION: Lucky for both of us I happen to like kissing girls.

DONNA: …and I shall tell tales like Scheherazade.

View of the Catgirl, who is now curled up asleep on the stage.

CAPTION: Look at her.  Amazing, isn’t she?

Close-up on the Catgirl’s face.  A motion line inicates an ear twitching in her sleep.

CAPTION: I played at being a petgirl for a while, but the transformation was…a little too radical…so I opted for this instead.


Eat your heart out Gamera, ‘cuz now I’m doing one of your things.

And weird and disturbing as it is, I’m inclined to go there.  It’s a real fetish, one that people do take time and trouble over.

(Found at freakyjapan.)

You might be about to find the contents of Donna’s head to be a little more disturbing than the condition of her body.  Stay tuned.

Halloween squick or squee week II: Potgirl

Following up on yesterday’s theme of girls who are only heads, I came up with this, a girl who is only a head but who is evidently in a happier and more stable condition than Jan-in-a-pan.

Squick or Squee!

Yes, a potgirl.  This is a theme that Gamera at GammAtelier has been working on in the past year as well.  She looks cared for and well watered.

Image provenance is a bit uncertain, although this particular potgirl does show up at the Japanese-language blog B:logical nonsense.

Halloween squick or squee week I: The Brain That Would Not Die

Seeing as we’re in the week running up to Halloween (I have my mad scientist’s costume ready!) I’ll be running a series of mad-science related images, at least some of which might seem a little disturbing.  Provenance will be pretty variable.  Some I know well, and some are from dusty corners of my hard drive that I’d forgotten about until recently, and on which diligent image searching has failed to reveal much of interest.  I promise to do my best.

So let’s get Halloween Week underway, shall we?  Squick or Squee!

Yes, that really is a pair of mad scientists conferring over a woman’s head in a pan.

A living, fully-conscious head in a pan.  An expressive head in a pan.

The more radical amputation fetishists should be squeeing, at least.  The screenshots are from The Brain That Wouldn’t Die (1959), a movie that’s gleefully demented and exuberantly sleazy in the same way Invasion of the Bee Girls or Humanoids from the Deep are, and thus a must-view for any thaumatophile.  It really probably deserves its own post, but the short summary of the plot is this:  Jan, the girlfriend of brilliant but ethically challenged Dr. Bill Cortner, is decapitated in a grisly automobile accident.  (Her body is burned beyond useful restoration.)  Dr. Cortner takes Jan’s severed head to the nearby country house where he is conducting his experiments, wherein he succeeds in reviving her (it?) in a pan of special fluids with the aim of keeping her alive while he goes out to troll for a new donor body.  It’s a brilliant plan except for two tiny flaws (1) Jan is very unhappy about what she’s been reduced to and (2) she’s figured out a way to communicate with the results of Dr. Cortner’s previous…experiments, which are locked in the closet of said country house.  Uh oh.

You can apparently see the whole movie at the Internet Archive (and excellent late-night viewing it is) here.  It was also the subject of one of Mystery Science Theater 3000‘s best sendups:  YouTube video appears to begin here.

Happy viewing!

Detached heads

There is an additional detached-heads visual tradition, and it appears to be Japanese.  Three images are all via Janitor of Lunacy, but I don’t know much more about their specific provenance.  (If anyone could offer any in comments I would be appreciative.)  The first has the look of a traditional ukiyo-e.

The next is much more in an anime style. It’s the most thaumatophile of the bunch, what with all those wires and a pretty Rotwang-like figure in the background.  Since the main character is a robot, it’s perhaps not surprising that she can be insouciant about the fact that she’s carrying her own head.

And the last falls into the category of “I really am at something of a loss to explain what’s going on here.”  But I include it because (among other reasons) the visual look of the rings which divide head from body here is the closest image I’ve found to the hyperspatial cinctures in Where Am I?

Like I wrote, if anyone could contribute any understanding here…

Mad science essential: Re-Animator

I started writing this post because I was pondering Dolly Gibson’s misadventures in Where Am I? and wondering about possible inspirations for a storyline in which a head is separated non-fatally from a body.  Something did come up, and I hope it’s of interest, but I have to get there with a bit of a digression.

Now normally decapitation is a means of death, is indeed almost symbolic of death most inescapable.  And death means the end:  in Hamlet’s fictional universe it is the undiscover’d country from whose bourn no traveller returns.  But in mad science, and therefore in the Gnosis universe, death has become something more of an exotic tourist destination, as Iris Brockman herself could tell you from lived (?) experience.

And that’s no coincidence.  Dead matter turned living is a core topos of mad science.   We can go all the way back to Ovid‘s Metamorphoses for the appropriate inspiration if we like.

Sanctius his animal mentisque capacius altae
deerat adhuc et quod dominari in cetera posset:
natus homo est, sive hunc divino semine fecit
ille opifex rerum, mundi melioris origo,
sive recens tellus seductaque nuper ab alto
aethere cognati retinebat semina caeli.
quam satus Iapeto, mixtam pluvialibus undis,
finxit in effigiem moderantum cuncta deorum,
pronaque cum spectent animalia cetera terram,
os homini sublime dedit caelumque videre
iussit et erectos ad sidera tollere vultus:
sic, modo quae fuerat rudis et sine imagine, tellus
induit ignotas hominum conversa figuras.

I’m not as good at Latin as I really ought to be, so I’ll rely on A.S. Kline‘s prose translation:

As yet there was no animal capable of higher thought that could be ruler of all the rest. Then Humankind was born. Either the creator god, source of a better world, seeded it from the divine, or the newborn earth just drawn from the highest heavens still contained fragments related to the skies, so that Prometheus, blending them with streams of rain, molded them into an image of the all-controlling gods. While other animals look downwards at the ground, he gave human beings an upturned aspect, commanding them to look towards the skies, and, upright, raise their face to the stars. So the earth, that had been, a moment ago, uncarved and imageless, changed and assumed the unknown shapes of human beings.

Prometheus takes dead matter and makes it living, in forms that resemble the very gods themselves.

And unsurprisingly, when Mary Shelley writes Frankenstein, (Project Gutenberg text here) the locus classicus of mad science, she will subtitle it The Modern Prometheus. Once-dead matter becomes living.

And then when H.P. Lovecraft choses to parody Frankenstein, he will create a story called “Herbert West–Reanimator,” (Wikisource text here), in which the mad science gets even madder, and in which of course a decapitation features prominently and then, of course…

…exploitation filmmakers get hold of the concept and push it still further, resulting in an extraordinary mad science movie.

Dead matter becomes living in an amazing way.  And of course, there is a head in a dish on a desk.

But that’s not all.  While Ovid is lofty mythology and Mary Shelley is high literature and even Lovecraft writing a story that seems full of his own neuroses (his story contains racist elements that really burn, I’ll have you know), kickass filmmaker Stuart Gordon is clearly going in his own direction here — a direction that brings the whole dead-matter-is-living and decapitation-is-not-the-end thing right into Dr. Faustus territory with what tireless reviewer El Santo identifies as “what could be the most disturbingly vile sexploitation-horror set-piece of its era.”

Yes.  And it wouldn’t be EroticMadScience if we didn’t dwell on that a little, at least below the fold.

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