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Introduction to Jim Chaffee's Studies in Mathematical Pornography by Maurice Stoker
Introduction to Jim Chaffee's Studies in Mathematical Pornography by Tom Bradley
Studies in Mathematical Pornography: American Dream Title Page by Jim Chaffee
Studies in Mathematical Pornography: Chapter 1 by Jim Chaffee
Studies in Mathematical Pornography: Chapter 2 by Jim Chaffee
Studies in Mathematical Pornography: Chapter 3 by Jim Chaffee
Studies in Mathematical Pornography: Chapter 4 by Jim Chaffee
Studies in Mathematical Pornography: Chapter 5 by Jim Chaffee
Studies in Mathematical Pornography: Chapter 6 by Jim Chaffee
Studies in Mathematical Pornography: Chapter 7 by Jim Chaffee
Studies in Mathematical Pornography: Chapter 8 by Jim Chaffee
Studies in Mathematical Pornography: Chapter 9 by Jim Chaffee
01-01-2015
Modern Tragedy, or Parodies of Ourselves by Robert Castle
01-11-2014
Totally Enchanté, Dahling by Thor Garcia
01-04-2014
Hastini by Rudy Ravindra
The Satyricon of Petronius Arbiter Volume 5 Translation by W. C. Firebaugh
01-01-2014
Unexpected Pastures by Kim Farleigh
10-01-2013
Nonviolence by Jim Courter
The Satyricon of Petronius Arbiter Volume 4 Translation by W. C. Firebaugh
07-01-2013
The Poet Laureate of Greenville by Al Po
The Apocalypse of St. Cleo, Part VI by Thor Garcia
The Satyricon of Petronius Arbiter Volume 3 Translation by W. C. Firebaugh
04-01-2013
The Apocalypse of St. Cleo, Part V by Thor Garcia
The Apocalypse of St. Cleo, Part IV by Thor Garcia
The Satyricon of Petronius Arbiter Volume 2 Translation by W. C. Firebaugh
01-01-2013
The Apocalypse of St. Cleo, Part I by Thor Garcia
The Apocalypse of St. Cleo, Part II by Thor Garcia
The Apocalypse of St. Cleo, Part III by Thor Garcia
The Satyricon of Petronius Arbiter Volume 1 Translation by W. C. Firebaugh
10-01-2012
DADDY KNOWS WORST: Clown Cowers as Father Flounders! by Thor Garcia
RESURRECTON: Excerpt from Breakfast at Midnight by Louis Armand
Review of The Volcker Virus (Donald Strauss) by Kane X Faucher: Excerpt from the forthcoming Infinite Grey by Kane X Faucher
01-07-2012
Little Red Light by Suvi Mahonen and Luke Waldrip
TEXECUTION: Klown Konfab as Killer Kroaked! by Thor Garcia
Miranda's Poop by Jimmy Grist
Paul Fabulan by Kane X Faucher: Excerpt from the forthcoming Infinite Grey by Kane X Faucher
01-04-2012
Operation Scumbag by Thor Garcia
Take-Out Dick by Holly Day
Patience by Ward Webb
The Moon Hides Behind a Cloud by Barrie Darke
The Golden Limo of Slipback City by Ken Valenti
01-01-2012
Chapter from The Infinite Atrocity by Kane X. Faucher
Support the Troops By Giving Them Posthumous Boners by Tom Bradley
01-10-2011
When Good Pistols Do Bad Things by Kurt Mueller
Corporate Strategies by Bruce Douglas Reeves
The Dead Sea by Kim Farleigh
The Perfect Knot by Ernest Alanki
Girlish by Bob Bartholomew
01-07-2011
The Little Ganges by Joshua Willey
The Invisible World: René Magritte by Nick Bertelson
Honk for Jesus by Mitchell Waldman
01-04-2011
Red's Dead by Eli Richardson
The Memphis Showdown by Gabriel Ricard
Someday Man by John Grochalski
01-01-2011
I Was a Teenage Rent-a-Frankenstein by Tom Bradley
Only Love Can Break Your Heart by Fred Bubbers
10-01-2010
Believe in These Men by Adam Greenfield
The Magnus Effect by Robert Edward Sullivan
Performance Piece by Jim Chaffee
07-01-2010
Injustice for All by D. E. Fredd
The Polysyllogistic Curse by Gary J. Shipley
How It's Done by Anjoli Roy
Ghost Dance by Connor Caddigan
Two in a Van by Pavlo Kravchenko
04-01-2010
Uncreated Creatures by Connor Caddigan
Invisible by Anjoli Roy
One of Us by Sonia Ramos Rossi
Storyteller by Alan McCormick
01-01-2010
Idolatry by Robert Smith
P H I L E M A T O P H I L I A by Traci Chee
They Do! by Al Po
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Orgulho - Part 7

I hung naked in empty space, inside an anemic green glow, suspended spread eagle by wrists and ankles between floor and ceiling. Within my range of vision a bare room, walls semi-gloss stainless steel. I saw no windows.

My head felt clear considering the drug they'd used on me, which was nothing compared to what was coming. I knew the drill.

I understood most of it. Four-orgasm Gloria'd suckered me. They'd done their homework. My ideal genetic blueprint, but not tuned in the manner I'd thought. She was tuned for deceit, explaining the scant four orgasms. She couldn't risk a lie I might see through.

I'd spotted the wild one. Or at least I thought so, in that final fleeting speck of consciousness. Maybe I'd hallucinated her. Maybe she came from a genetic blueprint kept hidden, only for special purposes. So ugly, maybe a mistake. But what hatchery would release such a mistake? Though with no chance of perpetuation there was no risk except to reputation. Genes alone could tell whether wild or hatchling.

A wild one would be a prize to any Orgulhian, regardless of rank. A treasure, a certified wild human female, progeny of a vestigial enclave of wild humans slipped through the purges, hidden out in some backwater spawning outside the tailored genomic blueprints that had grown so boring.

So this was my time for deflocculation. I had always wondered if it would be this way, or if I would survive to retirement with a simple gassing or an injection. Now I knew. My genetic code had the marker identifying my spawn, my whole history, the hatchery, the batch, the blueprint. It would be the evidence these Orgulhians would submit to the committee to get their points in the game. I'd been warned and I'd fucked up.

Deflocculate. What a word. First the drug, combination of effects like strychnine and curare. Strychnine to heighten the senses; they say you can hear the grass grow. Curare to immobilize, paralyze. And something to induce artificial rigor mortis and stop bleeding.

Important to be sure everything is experienced in all possible excruciating detail until the very last instant of life. So the hook-up comes first, devices to keep the brain alive independently of the loss of blood. The brain is the key. And communication with the requisite organs to pump out the fear hormones for that special musk Orgulhians love.

Waterlily

After the drugs the long tube up the ass, up past the colon, heated to a temperature just at the edge of tissue damage. Like a statue, stiff but alive and aware and feeling everything, hanging above the deflocculation tank and slowly sawed into chunks, starting with the extremities and working inward. Finally the head severed from the final slice of torso and then itself sawed into slices. All of it in suspension in a tank of chemical solution designed to condense everything down to no more than information, the tag ends of the body's blueprint, and fear. A suspension of information and the stink of fear, eventually vaporized for an atomizer and sent as a gift to the Orgulhian patron. A regal gift of respect and solicitude, compensation for the loss of points, commiseration maybe.

© 2005 Jim Chaffee