The Triumph Of Science

Dr. Faustus is our resident expert on erotic mad science, of course, but I am still capable of recognizing it when I see it. And I’m seeing it now as I page through the panels of The Clinic, by Erenisch (from Dofantasy). That is, it’s erotic mad science if by “erotic” you mean “she’ll do anything she’s told” and by “science” you mean “technologies for destroying female volition”. (If you think the world isn’t full of men who would turn into generous patrons of science if that’s what science actually meant, you haven’t looked under enough rocks lately.) Also, and this was the dead giveaway, all the best mad science has the fellow chortling as he works:

Believe it our not, our villain is working on Zombie Sex Slave Technology #2 in the panel above; he’s already perfected ZSST #1 in the form of an “on button” that works … well, let’s watch, shall we?

Once that button is on, her brain is not quite hers any more:

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The Pipes Of Pan

Learn the pipes. Play the pipes. Trust the pipes. The pipes will come through for you:

But only, perhaps, if you are a minor forest deity. Your mileage may vary.

(I’d really like a provenance for this art; right now, I don’t have any.)

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I For One Welcome Our New Sex Robot Overlords

Outside of the hentai realm you don’t see a lot of science fiction pornography, and what you do see is usually hilariously awful. I’m not sure exactly why that is, given all the fun you could have with big hard shiny implacable stainless steel sex robots and lustful tentacle-y aliens and autonomous anal probes and mind control rays and force whips and … oh, wait, am I talking out loud here?

Moving rapidly along.

Anyway, the folks at FuckingMachines.com may not be making science fiction, but they do understand the attraction of cruel implacable hard steel sex robot machinery and the considerable advantages of the indefatigable electric motor. Nor do they shrink from restraining mere human flesh when it might otherwise flinch away from and thus miss out on the intense mechanical pleasures of the machine age. In space, it is said, no one can hear you scream. But why go all the way to space when you can achieve the same effect with a high quality latex vacuum bondage bed?

Princess Leia in chains was cute. Han Solo in carbonite was novel. But this, I submit, would have been a better fate for either one of them, and would have immensely livened up the movie theater of my youth. Besides, wouldn’t old Jabba the Hut have enjoyed the heck out of a implacable robotic tongue-saw?

Science fiction this may not be, but it sure is entertaining!

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