Obscene performances—utterly lewd in nature—are conducted without shame or scruple.
In one vile spectacle, terrified humans are sexually abused with the dismembered parts of dead animals. Inexplicably, the monsters find this amusing.
In another spectacle, fascinated transhumans watch as fat green worms—loathsome penis substitutes—are forced headfirst into the vaginas of human women. As the worms struggle to free themselves—squirming voluptuously and spasmodically—the terrified females scream with revulsion and shudder with pleasure.
In still another spectacle, transhumans roar with laughter as certain human males—selected because they have taut little penises—are raped by transhuman females.
The experience is obscene—given the low body temperature of the transhumans, penetrating the icy coldness of their grave-like wombs is a quasi-necrophilic experience—and the sexual congress always culminates in violence. The transhuman female—like an amoral black widow spider— covers her terrified consort with ‘kisses that bruise.’ Ultimately, she will devour her consort’s head.
When devouring the head, the sport is to leave the brain stem intact. With half a brain, the male’s pelvic thrustings continue even in death.
The Nests Of The Monsters
South of the temple complex—extending deep into the groin of the Earth—is the residential section of Dis.
Excavated from the rock, the residential section is composed of hundreds of thousands of cubicles. Shaped like a vast insect nest—a strange hive-like structure—the monsters are crowded together like wasps or ants.
As a rule, each housing cubicle accommodates one family. Although strangely dysfunctional—the typical family is composed of perverted males and degraded females—it is nevertheless cohesive.
Since monogamy is unknown among them (no primates higher than gibbons are really monogamous), a transhuman family can be quite large. Traditionally, it is composed of one adult male and his harem of sexual slaves.
Oddly, for all of their violence, the transhumans are social animals. Fiercely independent, they are afraid of being alone.
A Center For Depraved Science
On the north side of the city is a research facility and science complex. This is the brain—the nerve center—of their paranoid and advanced civilization.
Devoted to wicked science—the hostile domination of nature—the complex is composed of thousands of gloomy laboratories. Here, legions of amoral researchers—greedy for knowledge— commit crimes against bodies and ideas.
***
The most infamous part of the complex is the ‘Life Science Unit.’ In this nightmarish unit, caged, mutilated, and traumatized humans are subjected to genetic manipulations.
Skillful bioengineers, the transhumans have produced dozens of mutant strains of the human species. The mutants, who are scarcely anthropoidal in shape, are used as livestock, slave labor, or as a source of raw materials.
Some of the mutants are especially revolting to behold. These include the dairy women—human females genetically engineered to produce copious quantities of cream and milk. These females, whose do nothing in life except eat, sleep, lactate, urinate, and defecate, have grotesquely large breasts— glandular atrocities that are covered with varicose veins and up to six or more nipples. Weakened by genetic engineering, poor diet, lack of exercise, and the disadvantages of life in a cage, the dairy women are too weak to support the weight of their colossal mammary glands, and they usually move about on their hands and knees, dragging their inflamed nipples on the ground.
Equally monstrous are the worker humans. Designer-made slaves that are engineered for a lifetime of docile, servile labor, the worker humans are mutants with steroid-injected, muscular, full-sized bodies and small, grapefruit-sized microcephalic heads. They possess great strength and stamina, but their retarded minds are incapable of language
In one vile spectacle, terrified humans are sexually abused with the dismembered parts of dead animals. Inexplicably, the monsters find this amusing.
In another spectacle, fascinated transhumans watch as fat green worms—loathsome penis substitutes—are forced headfirst into the vaginas of human women. As the worms struggle to free themselves—squirming voluptuously and spasmodically—the terrified females scream with revulsion and shudder with pleasure.
In still another spectacle, transhumans roar with laughter as certain human males—selected because they have taut little penises—are raped by transhuman females.
The experience is obscene—given the low body temperature of the transhumans, penetrating the icy coldness of their grave-like wombs is a quasi-necrophilic experience—and the sexual congress always culminates in violence. The transhuman female—like an amoral black widow spider— covers her terrified consort with ‘kisses that bruise.’ Ultimately, she will devour her consort’s head.
When devouring the head, the sport is to leave the brain stem intact. With half a brain, the male’s pelvic thrustings continue even in death.
The Nests Of The Monsters
South of the temple complex—extending deep into the groin of the Earth—is the residential section of Dis.
Excavated from the rock, the residential section is composed of hundreds of thousands of cubicles. Shaped like a vast insect nest—a strange hive-like structure—the monsters are crowded together like wasps or ants.
As a rule, each housing cubicle accommodates one family. Although strangely dysfunctional—the typical family is composed of perverted males and degraded females—it is nevertheless cohesive.
Since monogamy is unknown among them (no primates higher than gibbons are really monogamous), a transhuman family can be quite large. Traditionally, it is composed of one adult male and his harem of sexual slaves.
Oddly, for all of their violence, the transhumans are social animals. Fiercely independent, they are afraid of being alone.
A Center For Depraved Science
On the north side of the city is a research facility and science complex. This is the brain—the nerve center—of their paranoid and advanced civilization.
Devoted to wicked science—the hostile domination of nature—the complex is composed of thousands of gloomy laboratories. Here, legions of amoral researchers—greedy for knowledge— commit crimes against bodies and ideas.
***
The most infamous part of the complex is the ‘Life Science Unit.’ In this nightmarish unit, caged, mutilated, and traumatized humans are subjected to genetic manipulations.
Skillful bioengineers, the transhumans have produced dozens of mutant strains of the human species. The mutants, who are scarcely anthropoidal in shape, are used as livestock, slave labor, or as a source of raw materials.
Some of the mutants are especially revolting to behold. These include the dairy women—human females genetically engineered to produce copious quantities of cream and milk. These females, whose do nothing in life except eat, sleep, lactate, urinate, and defecate, have grotesquely large breasts— glandular atrocities that are covered with varicose veins and up to six or more nipples. Weakened by genetic engineering, poor diet, lack of exercise, and the disadvantages of life in a cage, the dairy women are too weak to support the weight of their colossal mammary glands, and they usually move about on their hands and knees, dragging their inflamed nipples on the ground.
Equally monstrous are the worker humans. Designer-made slaves that are engineered for a lifetime of docile, servile labor, the worker humans are mutants with steroid-injected, muscular, full-sized bodies and small, grapefruit-sized microcephalic heads. They possess great strength and stamina, but their retarded minds are incapable of language
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