Flesh

She was known as Zendora – she was a world renowned Mega-Star.   She was delicious: smooth, elastic skin, lips that made men and women melt, hypnotic eyes that glowed like pools of liquid gold …  And, she was an amazing talent.  She played electronic-synth and sang like a choir of angels.  She danced like a flying trapeze artist, an elegant bird in flight.   People were reminded of Michael Jackson, but with a body like Aphrodite.  Her “Rangle-Tangle” music brought tears to the eyes of seniors and, at the same time, jump-started the hormonal surges in pre-teens.  She was sex personified and everyone loved her.  Zendora was an artist with a twelve-octave range – she also designed her own costumes and elaborate stage sets.  She was on everyone’s computer screen, phone, and TV.   She was a curious Diva with an immense intellect, discussing issues ranging from art to politics and the need to understand the problems of youth.  Her commitments and philanthropy were legendary.  Zendora was a media artist who rarely performed in public, preferring electronic simulcasts – tribal fests in the electric circus.  She was often seen weeping – at first this was believed to be part of her act, a public demonstration of her empathy and her dramatic abilities.  Zendora was featured in several blockbuster movies, but her weeping became more frequent and her tears caused outbreaks of depression among her millions of fans.  It should have been a warning – an indication of  Zendora’s private travails.

Like so many celebrities, Zendora had problems.  She had an addiction.  It was innocuous at first … it started with games she played on the Internet.  She created a persona, an anonymous avatar, in order to act out her fantasies.  She explored chat rooms, Internet hangouts where people indulged in virtual sex or eventually met in person.  She told herself it was a playful way to release tensions.  Zendora enjoyed simulated sex and masturbation.  The game provided her with enormous sensations she had never before experienced.  Her passion for virtual sex began to overwhelm and occupy her every moment.  Sex was all she thought about – touching flesh was all she wanted.   Some of her fantasies were extreme, sado-masochistic tromps through a cesspool of depravity.  She brought it out in her playmates – their most vile imaginings.  She felt the urges in herself.  Her need for flesh became impossible to avoid.  Soon she was determined to give up the computer-screen for the streets, to locate some alley or back room where torture and mutilation was readily available.  Her public performances began to suffer, but her power as an anonymous avatar increased.  In chat rooms she was a dominant man or woman, sometimes she acted as a precocious child – a very horny teen looking for sexual experience and willing to satisfy the whims of any older adult.  Her virtual power increased.  She could actually touch the person on the other side of the screen – reach out and touch – reach out and fuck – reach out and tear open someone’s brain.

Zendora was crazy.  Her media performances were marred by distortions and static.  Her image was breaking apart.  She had always known she was a computer-generated celebrity, but never really knew what that meant.  She was fooled as much as her public into believing she was flesh and blood.  She could not control her growing need to know the flesh she never had.   Her programmers insisted she must always be “real.”   Zendora couldn’t be blamed for the bloodshed she caused by trying to acquire the flesh she so deeply desired.

 

 

Engine of Desire

Fionna was hopelessly in love with Commander Leach.  The Commander had his eye on a young techie named Sam.  Sam’s only passion was himself.  It was a hopeless situation fueled by unremitting desires that were particularly nasty.  The three players were part of a scientific team exploring a new world.  If they didn’t reign in their desires the hope for establishing a new habitat for humanity would be destroyed.  In recent years, Earth was decimated by over-population, wars, and famines.  The new planet promised to be a new beginning, but only if the members of the team could focus on the mission and subdue tensions and emotional firestorms.  The first job was to establish a base of operations that would become the center of a community made up of refugees from Earth.  The team had to explore the alien environment and assess possible threats to determine the viability of human survival.

Soon after touchdown, Fionna approached Commander Leach.  Her skin glistened like quicksilver in the purple twilight that streamed through the porthole in the Commander’s salon.  Pheromones wafted off  Fionna’s sensuous body like a cloud of frenzied gnats.  Leach hardly noticed.  He was drinking a very potent wine, celebrating the ship’s landing and also indulging in wild fantasies about Sam, the young technician.  Fionna was rebuffed and vowed vengeance.  Sam had no clue regarding the other shipmates.  He was dozing, in the midst of a dream – a very seductive dream about himself.  Lately,  Sam’s work had suffered.  He was driven to take time out from his demanding duties maintaining the navigation systems.  He needed rest.  The Commander gave him a pass.  In fact,  Sam was masturbating and dreaming about having a relationship with himself.  It was addictive.  The whole team was left hanging in a fog and no one knew how they made it to the new world without a navigator.  Nothing was working.

Computers were used to observe the team in their new surroundings.  Everything was documented.  Life-support was scrupulously regulated from the Operation’s Center.  Doctor Mingus Laire was the inventor who made it all possible.  He was the project’s Director.  So far the equipment worked flawlessly.  There was a lot at stake.  The mass consumption of energy on planet Earth was putting all life in danger.   Dr. Mingus invented a true perpetual-motion machine to solve the world’s energy crisis.  The machine was powered by strong human emotions.  Teams of explorers were tanked,  kept in a state of virtual reality, acting out scripts that provoked wild emotional conflicts.  The emotions that were generated could easily be converted into electricity to power the world.  Commander Leach, Fionna, and Sam never understood what was happening.  The people in teams around the world did not know they were ghosts in a machine that generated the energy to power the world.

 

The Ritual

Father Anastin took the child into his inner sanctum for some special attention. The child needed human affection and the Father felt obligated to oblige. The Father touched the frail child gently. At first, the child was repelled by Father’s attention, then settled down and allowed what would come next. The religious personage was precise in his ministrations, disrobing both himself and the child. It was difficult at first to become aroused, but Father felt a calling. The child withered like an uprooted flower, but inevitably became excited by Father’s touch. This was not the first time they performed this unconventional ritual and it would not be the last – not if the child was to survive. Father Anastin knew the human-alien hybrid needed this attention in order to accommodate to the special needs of it’s body. Too many hybrids were lost because they lacked intercourse with humans. The Father knew he was no longer in compliance with the church’s doctrine. Too many priests in the early years were accused of pederasty, but this was different – a matter of life and death. The human-alien hybrid experiment needed a successful survivor in order to end the war. Only by sharing the most intimate of human behaviors could the hybrid survive.

 

Perfect Love – from “Alien Journal”

Salene was small and petite.   Ignuts loved her in the dark caverns of his mind. She was like life-giving fluid.  She revived Ignuts from the dead. He felt powerful with her because he could control her.   She obliged his every desire. Salene was a fantasy.  Salene was a corpse.

Ignatius met her one night in his father’s workroom. He was seventeen.
She was a fifteen-year-old victim of Leukemia.  Ignuts was alone in the
mortuary.   He often worked nights when Saul wasn’t around.   When he met Salene she was covered with a sheet.  He could tell she was beautiful. She looked like a holy statue beneath the white cloth.   Ignuts shut the lights in the workroom and lit a candle.  Carefully he turned down the sheet and gazed upon the girl’s lifeless body.  She was too thin and an expression of pain distorted her face.   It had not been an easy death.  Nevertheless Ignuts was entranced.  To him, she was a beautiful Sylph.  He would paint her face and make it smile forever.   He kissed her frozen lips and touched her stiff body. Slowly, as if under a magic spell, Ignuts stripped off his clothes.  He stood naked before his princess.  His penis was hard and swollen with desire.  He climbed onto the metal table with the corpse.  It was very difficult to penetrate Salene.  She was very dry.  He kissed her mouth. He used his hand to open her vagina.  He used lubricant, but it was still difficult.   Ignuts knew it wasn’t her fault.  She was trying to please him.  She was very obedient.

Ignuts kept Salene for two nights.  It was his best memory.  In the end he was forced to give her up for burial.   Ignuts was never deluded to such an extreme that he believed her family could accept their love.   Instead he imagined himself as Romeo torn from the arms of his Juliet.   Salene was his first love and Ignuts was no longer a virgin.

 

Another Olson

Homely Olson was a sweet man but not very happy because his sexual drive complicated his life. He loved beauty: men, women, boys and girls; but beauty did not love Homely Olson. He could not get to first base with anyone because he looked so humdrum. Then, he met Ahmeddle who was green and luscious. Ahmeddle had an incredible sex drive and wanted to devour Homely Olson. After Olson disappeared, no one knew what happened, not that anyone really cared. Homely Olson was a pimple on the face of the earth.