Message-ID: <41015asstr$1045894204@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: LadyCyrrh@aol.com X-Original-Message-ID: <91.2ac9bf3e.2b8810f2@aol.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 21 Feb 2003 18:32:02 EST Subject: {ASSM} {REVIEW} The Annex Reviews 2/21/03 Date: Sat, 22 Feb 2003 01:10:04 -0500 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: hecate, gill-bates The Annex Reviews, 2/8/03 by Lady Cyrrh (ladycyrrh@aol.com) Website: http://members.aol.com/ladycyrrh The stories: She Was Beautiful (Lost Boy): M/F, F/F, oral, petrification, myth Ganymede (Nathan Foster): M/M, petrification, myth Plain Brown Wrapper (Sara H): F/F, mc, toys, slave Incubustular Seduction (Jennieigh): M/F, rom Slavery (spycexxx): M/F, bond, slave She Was Beautiful [A] Where found: Lostboy's Stories URL: http://www/asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/lostboy/www Author: Lostboy Type: M/F, F/F, oral, petrification, myth There's a type of sex stories known as ASFR wherein people are turned into, or are turned on by, statues, robots, mannequins, and other human-shaped objects. It's a wide-ranging subgenre that combines aspects of mc, transformation, and bondage fetish fiction with fantasy, horror, and SF themes; most popular among the petriphiles (as the turned-into-a-statue faction is known) is the Greek legend of Medusa. She's the gal with snakes on her head who likes to get her visitors stoned, permanently that is. In this story a young man becomes fascinated by a beautiful female sculptor named Euryale, only to discover too late that being her model means being turned permanently into one of her artworks. Interestingly, she goes about it not with her hair but her mouth: >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Euryale quietly inspected the image of her party lover, gave him a gentle kiss on the lips, then knelt down in front of him. Opening her mouth, she slid down over the engorged stone penis. Closing her eyes and sighing, she slowly bobbed her lips up to the stony tip, and then down to the curly base of the statue, again and again. Jiri could do nothing but watch in sensual apprehension, and could see her tongue working on the marble, every now and again her throat swallowing, as if she were drawing some vital essence from the statue, her arms wrapped around the stone buttocks, stroking and pressing the cold stone. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> This story was more delicately and creatively written than most of the ASFR fiction I've read, dwelling on the sensations and feelings of the male victim involved. Refreshingly it was a love story instead of one of those "Ha-ha! GOTCHA!" ones that revel in the victim's fate, which usually ends with them on sale, as a statue, in a sex-art gallery in Amsterdam. Sort of a love story, that is: the mind control component was very strong, indicating the gorgon does more than a little magic to lure her victims to their fate. But in the end, both stoner and stonee are happy with it. Ganymede [A-/B+] Where posted: ASSGM When posted: 11/28/2000 Author: Nathan Foster Author address: NathanFost@aol.com Type: M/M, petrification, myth This story was also ASFR, in its way, though no magic or gorgons were involved. A gay elderly sculptor with a thing for Greco-Roman statuary sees a good-looking young man enter his garden and walk amongst his creations. The intrudor seems to appreciates them as much as the sculptor does; he shows his ardor, in fact, by lubing up and impaling himself on a nearby marble phallus for lots of squishy anal sex. The youngster returns the next week for another visit, and then another; but this time the sculptor confronts him, presenting him with a marble phallus carved expressly for his pleasure: >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ...he stretched open his jaw to its widest possible and tried to take the full girth of the thing into his mouth. He struggled and grunted as his jaw almost dislocated to get round the width of it, he looked like a python trying to swallow a large meal, but he made it. I doubted that he could breathe much with such a monster in his throat but it was a long time before that seemed to bother him. Once he had the width and cold weight of the cock inside his mouth, his eyes closed in a blissful release and he lay still for some time, feeling the thing inside his mouth. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> After that there's a three-way between sprite, sculptor, statue, and dildo, in which the writer's love for marble comes through loud and clear. This was a good, unusual story, but more porn/fetish than ASFR. Plain Brown Wrapper [A+] Where found: Sara H - Sapphic Dreams URL: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Sara_H/www/ Author: Sara H Type: F/F, mc, toys, slave I've been meaning to review Sara H for a while; like Trilby Else, she specializes in MC stories, specifically F/F mind control stories, a genre which is fast becoming one of my favorites. Jeanine is a hard-working receptionist for a prestigious law firm and completely average in every way, except she lets herself be talked into ordering a complicated sex toy from a persuasive co-worker. The contraption consists of "a dildo, butt plug, tiny nipple cups, sitting among a few other things that weren't familiar at all" which the protagonist eagerly applies to herself, only to be disappointed: >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> After carefully checking again where everything went, and inserting the various plugs into the proper places in the Control Unit, she finally reached out, and with a last moment of resolution, turned on the power. She closed her eyes and waited, her lips twitching nervously, body trembling. She tensed as the control unit began to hum and then... then... Nothing. Not one jolt. Not one hint of anything. *Shit,* she muttered under her breath. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Seems, in her eagerness, she's neglected to read the instructions, a trait many of us who purchase new computers and DVD players have in common. This was perhaps the most amusing part of the whole story -- grappling with complicated technology that promises wonders, if only we get it working properly. In the end she has no choice but to watch the instructional video that came with the device ("My name's Christy, and I'll be showing you how to properly set up your Modulator!") not realizing that it's part of a recalibration process in which her mind is altered, via the mind-blowing orgasms of "The Control Unit," to become the perfect slave slut. More amusement follows when, after fucking herself silly with the device, she returns to work: >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> *My work is a prison. A nightmare,* she thought blandly. Funny, she'd always liked it, but today it was as if she were seeing it with open eyes for the very first time. Alice and Dee, the office whores, walked by and smiled at her. She smiled back, barely managing to keep it from falling into an open sneer. Bitches. Funny she'd never seen it before. She'd even thought of them as friends. But now, she could see it all. She was surrounded by nothing but fuckers and fuckees. Coworkers. Useless maggots... The phone rang. She answered. "Nipples on fire, how may I help you?" she asked cheerfully. "What?" said an incredulous voice on the other end of the line. "Bickels-McGuire," she repeated. "Oh... yes... Mr. McGuire, please." "May I ask who he's balling?" inquired Jeanine, sweetly. "Excuse me?" "May I ask who's calling," repeated Jeanine, starting to sound very perturbed. By the time lunch rolled around, she was history. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Heee! After another session with the machine her transformation is complete: she becomes the slave of the co-worker who enticed her into ordering the device. The kicker comes when that it's revealed that her Mistress is in fact the slave of someone else, all of them trapped in the web of the Device. This was a hot, amusing, and very well done story. This author did not go as up close and personal with her main character as Trilby Else does, neither did she go the more generic but equally sympathetic route of Farleven. Her character was a sort of everywoman, and her story was told in a firm yet slightly detached way, allowing us to enjoy what happens to her without getting too upset about the nastiness of her fate. A lighter sort of mc fare, but still and very entertaining. Incubustular Seduction [C] Where posted: ASSM When posted: 2/4/03 Author: Jennieigh Author address: clitteigh@yahoo.com Type: M/F, rom I'm a bad person sometimes. There's absolutely no reason for me to take the time and energy to read a story like this and rag it, but I do, and it gives me some satisfaction. Not to mention a chuckle. The story was one of those first person ones where a narrator describes the sexual actions of a you-addressed lover upon her. Some fanfic writers have taken to calling these stories ABH, or anywhere-but-here, because they try so hard to put the read in the middle of the action, and fail. The female narrator is sleeping snuggly in bed when her "incubus" enters glad in a pajama top and green silk boxers. (There goes a whole grade, right there.) He watches her for a long moment, though how she can know this when she is still deep in REM sleep is a mystery. Then he climbs in, pushing his "member into the cleft of my soft alabaster buttocks" while "sleepily, unresisting, I follow your directions. My eyes seem but slits, barely seeing. My mind does not yet comprehend what is happening." Well if so, smarty pants, then how can you tell us the story? The quotes above are actually pretty indicative of the rest of the writing, which was all fluttery sensation mixed with high romance, purple enough to make Prince blush. Here's a selection: >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> "My breasts rise and fall, the rosy nipples, still standing hard and distended, twin daggers stabbing at the darkness." "Your oral muscle is as an extension of your cock, slipping into my wet slit ... and ... now you're slowly licking me, from my secret anus, along my perineum to my hypersensitized clit!" " As your tongue darts repeatedly into my flesh and folds, your hands massage my flat belly ... fingers circle my navel's cup ... and I writhe and moan ... as you spit forth a single pubic hair ..." (Oooh, a pubic hair caught in your teeth... sexy) "Butterflies and faintness nearly overcome me as my green eyes fix themselves on your beautiful, swollen, palpitating penis." (Did Mariah Carey write this?) "Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ... aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," we cry in unison as your cockhead flares out and spills the warm cream from your precious testicles. Holding each other as if for dear life, we revel in our simultaneous sensations ... Yes! I feel your jets of semen splash my insides! Your sperm, YOUR seed! My gift!" >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Bad writing! Bad! Lots of... ellipses...like this... not to mention that silly title! YES! Aaaghhhhhhhh! Slavery [C+] Where posted: ASSM When posted: 2/5/03 Author: spycexxx Author address: spycexxx@excite.com Website: http://www.SinfulStories.com Type: M/F, bond, slave Here's another of those "you are there" stories. This time you-the-reader, a trim woman garbed in white, joins several other woman for a limousine ride to a special retreat for female subs. With keen eyes they watch a video that instructs them thusly: >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Each slave and master is accorded a rank. Slave ranks are symbolized by the color of their collars. Green being the lowest, blue being the next highest, followed by yellow, red, black, then gold. A slave wearing the gold collar my command any other slave, but is still subject to the lowest ranking master. Masters are denoted by the color of footwear, or ankle bracelets. Their color-ranks correspond to the slave colors, with green at the bottom and Gold at the top. There is one exception. There may be a master wearing black, but with diamonds on the bracelet or shoes. These are grand- masters, subject to no one. The number of diamonds signify their ranks, but they are all essentially equal. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Sheesh, I'm falling asleep already. The rest of the story was okay -- meaning average -- but severely hampered by that silly you-the-protagonist tone, and long passages given over to what color collars everyone is wearing and why. Everything about the retreat is far more fussier and tedious than anything real people, even subs, could be expected to put up with. Not only that, the writer misspelled "tongue" throughout the entire story ("Tounge her cunt," she told Marlene, and you felt just the tip of the girl's tounge against your labia. You moan, and wonder why she hasn't shoved that tounge deep inside your cunt. "Stretch that tounge. Reach for her juicy cunt with your tounge." Mistress Olivia says and now you understand. You are just barely in reach, and that beautifully long tounge can barely touch your aching pussy.") I wonder if they met any tounge lizards on the way. Or put their feet up in a comfy tounge chair. ____________________________________________________ Comments to: ladycyrrh@aol.com Website---> 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: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+