Digging deep in the library, Moira discovers a link between old art and modern science.
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Apsinthion Protocol Chapter Two, Page Four written and commissioned by Dr. Faustus of EroticMadScience.com and drawn by Lon Ryden is published under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.)
Following on yesterday’s real machine, an animated one, rather more dramatic.
The hovering ‘bot with the syringe gives it a real mad science flavor. Found here.
Niceman has done some more excellent CG work for Erotic Mad Science, this time producing another illustration of a scene from The Apsinthion Protocol: Moira Weir‘s rather exciting inter-species encounter in Professor Corwin’s off-site laboratory.
Moira Encounter by by Niceman, commissioned by Dr. Faustus at EroticMadScience.com is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License. (Click on image to see full-size.)
Readers of The Apsinthion Protocol should remember this being from a scene that starts with something like this:
Two more tentacles, very slender ones, also move through the water.
ANWEI
Try extending your hands slowly, as we discussed.
Moira does so. The slender tentacles move forward and gently brush against her fingertips.
Moira gingerly extends one hand further. A tentacle slowly wraps around the tip of one one of her fingers.
MOIRA
Strange feel. Not slimy or scaly, but sort of…sleek-feeling if that means anything.
The tentacles move forward and begin entwining themselves around the fingers of both of Moira’s hands.
And proceeds, perhaps inexorably to something like
MOIRA
After all…oh…it makes sense…ah..to go…oh my…where the most nerve endings are.
ANWEI
Moira, this is leading…
MOIRA
Yes, yes, yes. I know. And it’s wrong, and it can’t be and I won’t…
Moira opens her legs on the stool. A larger phallic tentacle moves between them.
MOIRA
And I mean I will…I mean…
(moans deeply)
…oh…inside me…
The tentacle thrusts back and forth
And still further thence as Moira has quite the encounter, observed (for SCIENCE!) by Professor Corwin and Anwei, who you can see in the watery background here. I can see no objections: after all, they’re all consenting adults.
Well, maybe the tentacle creature isn’t. Did anyone think of that?
No, again not a typo on my part. And this time, not on their part either. Rather, it’s a reference to a movie called Bullshot (1983). It’s loosely a parody of Bulldog Drummond, who was a sort of early pulp hero/proto-James Bond figure. The plot? Rather benign (only borderline mad) scientist Professor Fenton invents some sort of super-fuel formula that Must Not Fall Into the Wrong Hands. He entrusts half the formula to his klutzy-ditzy daughter Rosemary (played by Diz White, who also helped write the screnplay), and then is promptly abducted by our villain, Otto von Bruno. The distraught Rosemary contacts our hero, Bullshot Crummond (First World War fighter ace, Olympic athlete, defender of the British Empire, makes all girls swoon, etc. etc.) asking for help, and various preposterous adventures are afoot in the breeze.
Yes, this is a silly movie but I confess I was entertained for its 85-minute running time, which is more than I can say of many things I watch.
It wasn’t entirely clear to me whether von Bruno was himself a mad scientist or just a judicious user of mad science created by others, but he certainly provided some fine mad science moments. Here he is, attempting to extract the whereabouts of the secret formula from Fenton by means of an Infernal Machine, which causes its victim just to let slip out what he’s thinking.
Contrast this villainy to the reaction of our upstanding English hero, who has just received word that there’s a damsel in distress who needs his help.
Mad science will indeed make his life difficult along the way.
I suppose it gives nothing away to say that in the end British spunk triumphs over Teutonic beastliness. But at least along the way Crummond and Rosemary will have to fight off what von Bruno proudly describes as “the world’s only trained octopus.” Tentacle sex enthusiasts will kindly take note:
In case anyone should miss the point, this merry scene is accompanied with the following dialog:
rosemary
It’s all slimy…and wobbly….
(gasps)
…and it’s so big!
bullshot
Never mind that. Beat it off!
Ahem.
Script for today:
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One motivation for writing a squicky scene like the one above is that there just seem to be so few instances in which guys are the target of naughty tentacles, and it only seemed fair (to say nothing of consistent with Little Michiko’s sense of how things ought to work) that there should be some more.
It’s not that there’s none, of course. The maxim that it’s the Internet age and if you want it you can get it applies here as well. Here is one example:
Found here. And another, this time a webcomic
Readers interested in the Gnosis College mad-science locus might enjoy a project with which it shares some affinities called Shokoshu High School, which showcases work done by creators Niceman and Stormbringer. (I’ve followed the work of Niceman for some time at Renderotica and Deviantart for some time, and it’s a pleasure to see some work of vis out on the open web.)
Shokoshu High School is described as “…exclusive finishing school for girl students aged 18 and over is located…on a particularly pleasant semi-tropical island.” Reassuring and agreeable! And you can walk through the site, following scripts and encountering all sorts of curious goings on. While the predominant tropes seem to be tentacle and monster sex, there is definitely some nifty mad science going on there as well.
Consider entering the science lab:
Just as you thought at first glance, within each cylindrical container floats the nude body of a young female. They all appear to be in their late teens, with well-formed bodies. Bubbles ascend through the fluid in the tanks and you realise that these girls are not dead. Rather they seem to be in some sort of suspended animation. Each face appears to have a rather sad expression and you find yourself wondering if active minds lie behind those blank eyes. You shiver and avert your eyes.
Well, excuse me Mr. Narrative Voice: perhaps you are averting your eyes. Dr. Faustus is wondering where he put that academic curriculum vitae of all those years ago and wondering if there might not just be some faculty openings…
There are some fine examples of Niceman’s work, both in CG depicting a mad lab, complete with an instance of the tube girl meme:
And also an example of a live-action alter:
Doesn’t get more mad-sciencey than that, does it?
A new addition to the blogroll for this weekend morning, the blog of Rastakax, who been working on 3D art and animations of a particularly kinky kind: tentacle sex, girls & monsters, and interspecies impregnation, with hints of erotic mind control thrown in. I first encountered vis work in the galleries of Renderotica, and am pleased to discover that ve is running vis own site. The material isn’t quite in the realm of thaumatophilia — it’s more on the very kinky end of “chainmail bikini” fantasy — although there are clearly certain thematic overlaps between my thing and vis. What strikes me more, though, is admiration for the individual artist (ve and any other) willing to use the tools technology makes available to create vis own erotic world — characters, kinks and all. This latter subject I’ll write more on anon, but for now, salutations Rastakax.
Sensitive readers of The Apsinthion Protocol will probably have thought it more or less inevitable that once Moira Weir saw this picture in one of Professor Corwin’s publications
she would soon be in for a very wild ride.
There’s a certain element of controversy about tentacle sex. Most people associate it, if they associate it with anything, with Japanese animation that many people find nasty. This isn’t an entirely wrong association: there are some good reasons why tentacle sex is so prominent in anime, which go beyond the fact of an artistic tradition of which artists like Hokusai were a part. Helen McCarthy and Jonathan Clements, in The Erotic Anime Movie Guide, write as follows:
The visual grammar permitted by the tentacle is extremely useful to the pornographer. With no restriction on length, it permits penetration without blocking the view. It can be used as a form of restraint, permitting multiple penetration, sexualized bondage, and ease of camera access. Best of all for the tentacle as a pornographic device, while it may often look suspiciously like a penis, to the extent of possessing a foreskin or glans, or even ejaculating upon climax, it is not a sexual organ by definition. The Japanese film-maker can thus show as many as he likes, doing whatever he wishes, without falling foul of the usual censorship restrictions. The only problem with the tentacle is that the film-maker must find an excuse for its appearance. This is best accomplished by making monsters a feature of the storyline, be they demons, invading aliens, or creatures from the id. And since such creatures are evil by nature, it is a logical step in such porn to accentuate the incidences of rape and sexualized violence.
And that’s certainly a possibility, one that seems to fit into the conception that most people have of tentacle sex. If you’re so inclined you can go out and find whole blogs devoted to anime tentacle sex, a lot of which doesn’t look all that consensual, with names like tentaclehettaisex.com (enjoy if that’s what you’re into, disdain if that’s what you think tentacle sex necessarily is).
There are, naturally, alternatives, some of which have been explored by my blogging mentor Bacchus over at ErosBlog. A while back he posted on this image
Youren by Toshio Saeki
Which suggests a very different idea of tentacle sex than the idea most people have. (More of Bacchus’s interesting blogging on the subject can be found here and here.)
Looking at these images makes one wonder (it certainly made me wonder) whether there couldn’t be tentacle seduction or, for that matter why the id of which the tentacles are supposedly the projection need necessarily be the male id. Why not the female id?
Amanda Gannon, in a post at Tor.com entitled “Sucker Love: Celebrating the Naughty Tentacle,” advances a congruent point.
There’s a particular detail in The Dream of the Fisherman’s Wife that convinces me that hers is a dream of such ecstasy. As the enormous octopus sprawls between her thighs, she has reached down and wrapped her hands tight around two of its embracing arms. She is drawing it toward her, not pushing it away. I don’t hesitate to say that gesture is familiar to me.
That passion is the same fantasy of every person who has ever dreamed of being carried off by pirates and ravished into a state of perpetual ecstasy, the same passion of the vampire’s orgasmic embrace, the werewolf’s bestial lusts, and so many more. The tentacles may be exotic, but the theme is familiar.
Think about that enough, and scenes like Moira’s encounter just sort of write themselves.