Message-ID: <23933asstr$957125497@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: LadyCyrrh@aol.com X-Original-Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="US-ASCII" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Subject: {ASSM} {REVIEW} The Annex Reviews, 4/30/00 Date: Sun, 30 Apr 2000 16:11:37 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail X-Is-Review: yes Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.d Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: newsman, dennyw The Annex Reviews, 4/30/00 by Lady Cyrrh (ladycyrrh@aol.com) Website: http://members.aol.com/ladycyrrh OR http://home.aol.com/ladycyrrh The stories: The Kiss of Fire, Parts 1 and 2 (Juxian Tang): M/M, rape, h/c Wendigo (Dorian Runninghawk): M/M, Native American, rape, sex slavery, hist Fuck Club (Edward Rider): M/F, femdom Cold (Terri Madison): M/F teen, rape, oral, revenge The Heir (Bliztenschnell): M/M, bi, mast, mystery Tarzan and Terk (Argent AJ): M/F, first, Disney The Kiss of Fire, Parts 1 and 2 [A] Where posted: ASCEM When posted: 3/20/00 Author: Juxian Tang Address: juxiantang@hotmail.com Website: http://internetdump.com/users/juxian/fiction.html Since my comments about fanfic in the 4/10/00 Annex I've delved deeper into the steamy underside of slash, and slash writers, and in the process discovered what amounts to a new fetish, or genre of sex story: the M/M rape/abuse/pain tale, written by mostly straight females, for mostly straight females. Leaving off, for the moment, what that "says" about the secret fantasies of some women, the genre is a growing and popular one, and as always when I discover a new fetish, I'm happy as a clam. What wonders exist in the rapidly mutating petri dish of pop culture! This story was set in the DS9 universe and involved a sexual encounter between Benjamin Sisko and his nemesis Gul Dukat, who is an oily- tongued, scaly-faced, spoon-nosed Cardassian. Dukat has been gravely injured in a shuttle accident and he has been brought into sickbay, after which he will be put on trial; for what crime is not clear. Sisko comes in to visit, and as he regards his enemy, the reader becomes aware of a dark secret the two men share when Dukat makes a dying request: "I want you to do it to me, Captain. The same thing as I did to you. Revenge yourself on me." I shook his hand off from me even before he finished, even before I fully realized what he meant - but he didn't try to stay with me. In fact, he moved it away eagerly, taking the sheet and pulling it slowly away from himself. The long wound openings were not gaping any more, with the regenerators working on them - but the dark gashes and burns still looked frightening on the pale skin. Dukat was naked under the sheet - I could see his broad chest revealed, his washboard abdomen - and then I grasped his wrist and yanked the sheet back over him abruptly. "You are sick," his wrist was delicate in my hand and yet steel-strong. My voice was stiff with fury - with contempt I tried to put into it. "Don't try to do it again!" All this is a veiled way of saying Dukat forcibly cornholed his Commander and, out of guilt perhaps, is requesting the same so his soul can rest easy. Then follows a flashback to the said rape, after which Sisko acknowledges his twisted passion for the alien and returns the favor. The story was so highly keyed I imagine it would be very difficult for the non-fan to understand, as it was not porn so much as passion. As you can tell from the above passage there was also a lot of dwelling on pain and physical trauma (the two endure assorted bruises and broken bones) and the feel of it is similar to the h/c (hurt/comfort) slash I've seen, wherein one partner is injured and the other tries to assuage his pain -- or wallows in it. But outside of this incident, the larger context of the story was obscure. We know neither why Dukat was in the shuttlecraft, or why he was going to be put on trial for it; likewise, we never find out where and why Sisko's rape took place. This is fairly common in both slash and fanfic (as if the scene in question occurs between two commercial breaks) but in a story, it leaves me unsatisfied. If the fanfic is referencing an earlier episode, it should at least be touched on, so readers aren't totally confused. But to be fair, I can see how the lack of background information serves to heighten the drama and pathos, in the same way lack of background in a hard-core stroke story serves to spotlight the sex. I admit, though, that I can't even remotely imagine Sisko and Dukat getting it on, nor does this story convince me that this is how they would act if they actually did. But then, the main reason for reading stuff like this is for the sheer drama of it. Wendigo [B+/A-] Where posted: ASSGM When posted: 4/17/00 Author: Dorian Runninghawk Address: DoranIIl@aol.com Here we have another male rape story, written from a male's point of view this time. The differences between this and the slashy stuff were subtle, but there. The rapee's male attributes are dwelt on more explicitly, and the naughty bits are organ-related rather than holistic. There's more of an emphasis on what can euphemistically be termed "male smells" which a straight female wouldn't really know about unless she chances to sniff a spunk-filled male asshole. And the lovers are less monogamous, preferring to share their partners or take their sex in clumps or three or more. Anyhow, the story is set in the Aztec empire before the Spanish conquest, and is told by three different characters: a young Indian brave, an escaped slave; the evil priest who is chasing him down, who has supernatural powers credited to the Wendigo, the Indian spirit of myth; and a captain in the Spanish army who falls for the slave and later rescues him. Here the brave pauses in his flight, observed by his enemy: The breeze sighs like me as I watch you lying on your stomach, lapping at the frothy water like a sleek brown mountain cat; and just as dangerous. Your breech clout is askew and the firm, sunwarmed mounds of your man moons invite my eyes to feast and my clawed hands to fondle. I feel the old, familiar ache in my loins beginning to pulsate as you look up and around, wary as a hart in rut, your long midnight hair spreads like heavy corn silk across your broad back and shoulders. Your black eyes, mystical in their heritage, see me and yet do not see me as I crouch in the rocks and leaves. I am well hidden, blended if you will, with the foliage, one moment green and trembly, and the next hard and rippled and rusty brown as the bark of a tree, but you know I am here. You know what I desire. You are squatting now with your brown hands in the tumbling water. Your reflexes, lightning fast, pluck an unwary fish from the water, which you will roast and eat to fill your stomach. You handle the creature as though you would cherish it rather than consume it, and as I watch, son of the sun, my fangs bare in amusement as you say your cherokee words of respect for the life of the creature. I want to spit the drool that is pooling around my tongue and slipping forth from my fanged mouth, but I dare not....you are aware of my presence and to do so would only make you spring away. The Aztec Empire must be fertile ground for barbaric male fantasies, as I've read one another story with this setting, and I'm sure there are more. But though the author stated the story was written in collaboration with a history professor I found several historical inaccuracies. For example, Montezuma is the name the Spanish gave to Moctezoma; he was never called that by his own people. Also, the Indian brave is described as Cherokee, in which case he's a little far from his hunting grounds. But I suppose the author was choosing to use artistic license, and on the whole it works, even down to the sexual terminology: "man-snake" for cock, and the wonderfully evocative "manmoons" for buttocks. That's a thing to chew about with the girls: "Gosh, doesn't that cute waiter have such squeezable manmoons?" I certainly plan to make it part of my vocabulary. In sum, though, the story didn't quite hold together for me, and I think it just needed more discipline on the part of author; it was more than a little over-lush. However it made a nice contrast to the story above. Fuck Club [B+] Where posted: ASSM When posted: 4/19/00 Author: Edward Rider Address: ed_rider7@hotmail.com "Fight Club" was a movie about the reaction of modern men to the soulless,consumer culture of contemporary America; instead of feeling emasculated, they opt to beat the crap out of each other. But in this story, they find a different way to handle their confusion: they emasculate themselves even further in service to a female dom and her two twin helpmates. This was the premise of the story, which reads more like an introduction to a longer series rather than a complete story in itself -- it felt like the author wasn't going as far with the material as he could have, and I missed the detail that could have been provided. Plus, wouldn't *women* be more likely to rebel against soulless consumer culture by letting loose their aggressive instincts, i.e. becoming dommes in their own club? But this was interesting and timely premise, and if the author develops it into a series, it could be entertaining. Cold [B-/B] Where posted: ASSM When posted: 4/21/00 Author: Terri Madison Address: terri_madison@hotmail.com Two sisters, ages 23 and 19, are driving out to a remote cabin to rendezvous with their boyfriends. It's the middle of winter, a blizzard is raging, and their car breaks down. Two guys in their late twenties stop to rescue them. The girls trustingly jump in their car, proving they haven't a brain cell between them. And when the guys do the "Take your shirts off, we wanna see what you've got" bit they react with shocked indignation, as if they'd never dreamed of such behavior from two suspicious guys on a deserted country road. That's the premise behind the story, and while it's short on imagination and hard to swallow, it was written grippingly enough. The sisters are raped and forced to give blowjobs and go down on each other, and it transpires that neither one was as sweet and innocent as we originally thought -- the elder loves to give head, while the younger, in anticipation of losing her virginity that night to her boyfriend, has thoughtfully shaved her pussy. Gee, I don't know...as long as it's hot and moist, what horny young guy would really give a damn? What difference does a fur coat make? The silliness eventually grated on me, and after the revelation that the boyfriends were the ones who set up the duo for abuse (the younger guy was sore because Little Miss Virgin made him wait too long) I felt like throwing the story across the room. I like rape/humiliation tales as long as they're delivered without tropes and with finesse, but the old "they're really sluts underneath, so they deserved it" cliche deserves to be shot. And buried. The Heir: Prologue [B+] Where posted: ASSGM When posted: 4/18/00 Author: Blitzenschnell Address: Blitzenschnell@usa.net Mike and Adam are roommates, and perhaps more. One day Mike receives news that his deceased father's stock portfolio is due to be distributed, and that Dad may have had several illegitimate children who will get a slice of the pie. Not only that, Dad kept detailed records of his sex life, and it transpires he was bisexual. The mystery of the story is thus set up: who are, and where are, these mysterious love children? And what was up with Dad? Though the prologue wasn't rated it was pretty clear the meat of the story is going to be M/M -- the list of major players at the beginning (all young, all male) bears this out. Female encounters are absent or off- screen; instead, the young men masturbate together over porno mags. Not untypical behavior for young men, but the smell and presence of the wasted spunk is always noted, as are what "studs" the other characters are. In some ways I liked this story; it had a good setup, the details sounded plausible and intelligent, and the warm small-town atmosphere mixed with family history and sexual secrets is worthy of a Mathis B. Rogers story. Most of the conversation was done well, too. On the other hand, the story was confusing in parts, and there wasn't much to distinguish one young men from another. Further chapters will tell its true quality, but I'm betting the story heats up and the mystery deepens. Tarzan and Terk [A] Where posted: ASSM When posted: 3/20/00 Author: Argent-AJ Address: argent_aj http://members.aol.com/ladycyrrh -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+