Sunday Special: Undersea Surrender

As a special treat for this November Sunday, I’m including a new piece of Bespoke Art, this one created by the artist AmourVorer and depicting, appropriately, an act of consensual undersea consumption.

Squid-tentacle monster eats ecstatic luscious girl.

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Undersea Surrendercommissioned by Dr. Faustus of EroticMadScience.com and drawn by AmourVorer is published under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.)

The scenario is connected with a mad-science story not directly part of the Tales of Gnosis College, involving serial acts of consensual vore. I only have a fragment of the project, which you can read here if you would like. Not sure where it’s going, exactly, but sometimes coming up with the art helps create the inspiration.

Erotic Mad Science in From Beyond

Barbara Crampton would have earned her membership in the Erotic Mad Science Legion of Honor on the strength of her performance in Re-Animator alone, and I’m pleased to be able to say that she re-earned it all over in another performance in From Beyond, which I just recently re-watched for the first time in many, many years.  Below is (I think) a publicity shot, which I found at Terror Titans.

Right in the middle of the movie  is a delirious erotic mad science scene with the following set-up.   Two scientists, the  elder pervert Dr. Edward Pretorious (hmm, a familiar name) and the junior neurotic Dr. Crawford Tillinghast (Jeffrey Combs) are conducting experiments in a dark old attic attempting to stimulate the pineal gland, an alleged source of a sixth sense.  They use a machine called the Resonator.  Things go disastrously wrong (of course), when creatures from another dimension cross over and (putatively) kill Pretorious, leading to the commitment of Tillinghast to a mental institution.

Enter psychiatrist Dr. Katherine McMichaels (Crampton), who is convinced that research on the pineal gland might hold the key to curing schizophrenia.   Tillinghast is released into her custody, and the experiments with the Resonator resume in the old dark house.

Disregarding Tillinghast’s warnings, McMichaels sneaks upstairs one night and…how to put this…caresses the resonator.

One thing leads to another and soon it’s power on!

 

And Dr. McMichaels soon finds herself standing in a vortex as dimensions are ripped open…but mustn’t stop!

 

 

But unfortunately bad old pervert Pretorious isn’t dead, just transformed and extra dimensional and slimy (-er).  And like all monsters from the beyond, he wants our women!

 

 

So the Pretorious creature sprouts a big mouthy thing from his head and proceeds to “kiss” McMichaels, in a way which should have vore fans squeeing with delight.

 

It’s a close call as our heroes manage to shut down the Resonator just in time.  Next time they wou’t be so lucky, and things will get…sort of ugly.

Definitely a movie that belongs in any thaumatophile‘s collection.

Rover

The means through which the shifty Marie is abducted into what the Victorians might have called “a fate worse than death” might look absurd on the surface. But like so many other things (all things?) in the Gnosis world, they’re inspiration stolen from elsewhere. In this case, from one of the most brilliant things ever put on television, The Prisoner.

In this 1967-8 series, a British civil servant played by Patrick McGoohan turns in his resignation and is promptly abducted by sinister forces — perhaps from within the very agency from whence he resigned, and thence is incarcerated in an absurd “Village” and subjected to periodic attempts to extract from him by force or by trick the answer to the question “Why did you resign?”  Escape from the Village is made all-but-impossible by a number of artifices, the most frightening of which is…

…something resembling a large white beach ball that will pursue you and really ruin your day if you get out of line.  It’s called “Rover.”


Now maybe “giant white beach ball” doesn’t sound terribly threatening.  But within the fictional universe of The Prisoner Rover is no joke (it’s a measure of the genius of the series that such a benign-seeming object can be turned into something of such menace).  That fucker can smother you to death if you’re not careful.  And even if it doesn’t, any day you have to deal with Rover is a bad one, even by the standards of the Village.

Marie is hunted down and captured by something that resembles a giant soap-bubble, which allows us to imagine a threat posed by something even more benign-seeming than a beach ball (also that of a wet, nude Marie jiggling in peril across a deserted gymnasium floor)!  And the moment of her capture evokes even if it does not duplicate, with its screaming and its schlurping and popping sound effects, another rather dark fetish.

(Proximate image source People Eaten By, ultimate source almost certainly Voreville.com. [Faustus note: May 11, 2018: Voreville appears lost and cannot be found in the Internet Archive]).  Yep.  Something called “vore,” which is all about swallowing or being swallowed, which is in a sense what happens to Marie, even if she has the (perhaps disputable) good fortune to survive the experience.  We’ve actually encountered this fetish in attenuated ways in the Gnosis world before.  Something like it happens to both Rob (liquified, then drunk) and Bill (swallowed by a whale at the end) in their Michiko-inpsired dreams in Gnosis Dreamscapes.

If you don’t already know this, there is a ton of vore-imagery out there on the Net — just Google image-search on “vore.”  So obviously in writing I’ve stumbled on more than just another one of my own dark crevices in erotic consciousness…

(Postscript:  The Wikipedia article on vore is terribly thin.  Will Erotopedia do better, when it finally launches? [Note by Faustus May 11, 2018: The site appears either never to have launched, or to have disappeared after it did].)