The Teratologist by Edward Lee Page A

curly fries. She too was nude and her eyes gleamed with want. They both sat silently in the little room, delirious with desire.
    “ That’s Sato Masaaki. He’s a Zen Buddhist monk and founder of the Temple of Enlightenment, with followers all over the world. He has enough Metopronil surging through his veins to start an orgy in a Mormon Temple. He’ll break soon.”
    “ How long has he been like that?”
    “ Mr. Masaaki has been with us for a little over three weeks.”
    “ Trapped in that room? With that freak? Doped up on aphrodisiacs? My God.”
    “ Yes, poor Sharon is no doubt suffering more than he is. She doesn’t have his will-power and the hypo-osteopesis which has curled her bones has left her incapable of self-satisfaction.”
    “ You mean you doped her up too?”
    “ But, of course. If it was just his own suffering he had to deal with then that wouldn’t be as much fun. Now though, his obstinacy is causing someone else to suffer as well. She can’t speak, but he can still hear her whimper and groan. He can imagine how difficult it must be for her to cope with the drug because of his own painful struggle to resist it. It’s a hundred times worse than heroin withdrawal. Reproduction is one of your most primary biological drives. Every cell in your body has the desire to reproduce. By resisting the drug he is at battle with every fiber of his being just as she is. And, being a Buddhist, he has no choice but to empathize with her. In his mind she and he are one, just as he is one with all things. Her suffering is his own, magnifying his pain twofold.”
    “ But why? Why are you doing all this?” Bryant asked, eyes wide in utter disbelief. In his wildest dreams he could never have imagined anything so sadistic.
    “ Just as Mr. Farringworth has said. In order to enrage an omni-benevolent and very vain and jealous deity. To make him angry enough to reveal himself.”
    “ But that’s insane! That’s never going to happen.”
    “ Perhaps not, but if anything will do it, it would be breaking that monk. He’s the most pious human being we’ve yet to come across. All the rest of them had sins on their hearts, hidden lusts that the drug could bring to the surface. But not this one. He’s as pure as the driven snow in his heart and his soul. Getting him to fuck that crippled freak until she cries out for Jesus, or Buddha, or whoever, would be our greatest achievement yet. Ah, here’s Minister Farrahd.”
    “ Minister Far—? You mean the Black Muslim leader!”
    “ One in the same. It will be interesting to see how he enjoys our angels.”
    “ Angels?”
    “ Just look.”
    Michaels pointed to another screen. He swiveled the joystick until the camera landed on the two pale willowy twins. They were so tall that their heads nearly scraped the ceiling. Their ghostly white skin glowed with an unearthly luminescence beneath the bright fluorescent overhead lights. Waist-length platinum hair swirled around the two gigantic twins as if animated as they approached the bald black man whose cock was already urgently erect and glistening with pre-cum. His eyes were wild and he was sweating and twitching with the effects of the Metopronil.
    Bryant couldn’t take his eyes off the twins, the angels. With an audible gasp, he took notice of their confusion of oversized primary and secondary sex organs. He’d never seen more beautiful breasts and their cocks were a porn director’s dream, so long and heavy that even fully erect they were too weighty to stand upright but rather leaned to the left or right swaying like divining rods. Beneath their penises, where testicles should have been, swollen pink labia blossomed like roses around yawning vaginal pits, wide enough to fit two fists and probably the forearms as well up to the elbows.
    “ Who the hell have they been fucking?” Bryant wondered, then he answered his own question when the two elegant creatures turned and kissed each other, their tongues lashing out