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The Annex Reviews, 6/15/03
by Lady Cyrrh (ladycyrrh@aol.com)
Website: http://members.aol.com/ladycyrrh
The Stories:
Eat The Rich: The Paperwork (ellem25): M/F, ncon, wife,
mast
The Subway (Bonfils): M+/F, F/F, reluc, mdom, exhib,
anal, toys
Debbie's Job Interview, Part 1 (Molly S): M/F, bond,
toys, reluc, humor
Cycle (Samarkand): M/f, bond, darkfic
I am Zero (Rachael Ross): M/F, crucify, mast, snuff
Brittany and Me (Rachael Ross): F/F, M/F, BDSM, extreme,
rape, incest, snuff
Stopless (Rachael Ross): F/f, M+/f, M/F, oral, rape,
ncon, snuff
Ardent Bane! : Intergalactic Amazon Hunter (Rachael
Ross): M/F, humor, SF, nosex
Eat The Rich: The Paperwork [A-]
Where posted: ASSM
When posted: 04/30/03
Author: ellem52
Author email: ellem52@mail.com
Type: M/F, ncon, wife, mast
Marco is a hot-blooded blue-collar stud, the object of
many a woman's secret fantasy. Jennifer Masterson is the
trim, athletic wife of his boss. When Mr. Masterson
leaves some paperwork at home he tells Marco, his
chauffeur, to drive home and get it. Which he does, and
he gets Mrs. Masterson too, in one of those semi-rape
scenarios where the upper-class wife is secretly
attracted to the rough-trade underling, but has to be
thoroughly ravished before she admits to it, or starts
enjoying it. In the middle of the sweaty bedroom stuff
comes a phone call from Mr. Masterson, who listens
keenly as his wife shrieks things like "Oh my GOD!
You're KILLING ME! FUCK MY FUCKING ASS MARCO!" as he has
his sexual encounter with his secretary:
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Blaine Masterson listened intently on the receiver as
his wife was forced to be fucked by some man with what
sounded like a gigantic dick. His wife squealing the
filthy things he'd heard in X Rated movies and forced
his whores and escorts to say to him. His secretary
rubbing his cock as he listened to his wife's body
explodes with another orgasm.
Again Marco rolled her over from the missionary to doggy
position. He savagely penetrated her from behind, her
slick sex offering no resistance as he quickly reached
the bottom of her tight cunt. She screamed out. He did
it over and over driving Jennifer into agony and frenzy.
Her ass fucked back at Marco, bucking like a rutting
animal. Her tits bounced in sympathy with his
animalistic thrusts... Blaine looked down at his now
shriveling penis and realized he would never make his
wife cum again.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Guess who set the whole thing up... and has a secret
desire to be sexually humiliated as well?
I ordinarily wouldn't like a story with this subject
matter, but the descriptions of rough sex were good
slutty fun ("Jennifer shook in orgasm, her pussy
spraying them both with her thick cum") and the initial
interplay of animal sexual attraction between wife and
chauffeur was well handled also, and believable even if
the rest of the story descended into cartoonland. The
author does need to work on his or her POV, though --
there was too much switching around between wife, Marco,
and boss, which was confusing, and more structure in the
plot department was needed as well. There's a lot of
promise in here, though, and I'll be keeping my eye out
for more from this author.
The Subway [A]
Where posted: ASSM
When posted: 05/03/03
Author: Bonfils
Author email: kim@bonfils.com
Type: M+/F, F/F, reluc, mdom, exhib, anal, toys
This story seemed to be a private fantasy inspired by
the summer heat and the alternately peaceful and violent
rhythms of a NY subway ride. The unsuspecting
protagonist is hanging onto the strap in a semi-erotic
daydream when a strange man starts feeling her up under
her skirt ("This is too exciting. Sandra feels the man's
hand sliding under her skirt, pushing her panties aside,
touching the soft flesh of her pussy.") The other
passengers stare and give away varying reactions on
their faces, but, being New Yorkers, they don't involve
themselves. Soon the protagonist is being handcuffed to
the gripping bar, then blindfolded, after which she is
assaulted by a vibrator, spanked, fucked, and eaten out
by men and women, teens and adults.
This was a very hot, enjoyable fantasy. My only
complaint is with some of the language: euphemisms like
"love-muscle" for cunt, and giggle-producing
descriptions like "his bulging love tool pumps her pussy
full of thick, manly cream." Now that's something to ask
for the next time you go to Starbuck's. Iced mocha with
a double shot of thick, manly cream, please! It made me
laugh, but the story really could have done without it.
Recommended, especially if you live or have lived in New
York.
Debbie's Job Interview, Part 1 [A]
Where posted: ASSM
When posted: 04/15/03
Author: Molly S
Author email: molly_kitten@hotmail.com
Type: M/F, bond, toys, reluc, humor
The author says of this story "Debbie came in IRC one
day trolling. I decided to find out a bit more and got
this fantasy. I'm not sure if Debbie was genuine or not
but whatever the case I thought it would make a story."
A very funny story, I'll add.
Apparently written through a series of role-playing IRC
chat sessions, the story details the adventures of
Debbie, a clueless ingenue who is about to interview for
a position as a product tester at KSD Enterprises.
Unfortunately, she does not know exactly what kind of
products KSD Enterprises makes. However, we do, and when
Debbie is instructed to put on a corset (described by
the receptionist as a "piece of safety clothing") which
later must be manually adjusted (by a polite elevator
attendant in the world's slowest-moving elevator) and
given a studded leather collar to wear as an identity
badge ("We're just trying these out. They're more
fashionable then the boring old security tags and
easier to see") things become very kinky, and humorous,
indeed, not the least because the naughty elements are
given such mundane explanations. Given a ballgag-shaped
cup in which to sip her gin and tonic, Debbie protests
to the bartender as thus:
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
"What's that strange thing?" asked Debbie.
"It's a new type of cup. We'll all be using them one
day. There's no spillage and it leaves both your hands
free to have other things done to th... err to do
other things."
Debbie frowned at the barman.
"Here I'll show you." The barman took another 'cup'
and filled it with water. "Musn't be drinking on the
job eh?" he winked. The device consisted of a
cylindrical canister which held the drink. A tube
extended from the lid and ended in a rubber ball with
straps on.
The barman put the rubber ball in his mouth and tied
the straps behind his head. He pushed a button on the
canister and stood there smiling at Debbie drinking his
water. He waved his hands around showing that indeed
he had use of both of his hands.
Debbie looked at the barman and although he looked
kinda ridiculous she could see some advantage in the
new type of cup. She remembered all those times she
when she was studying at university and she could have
been writing notes instead of having to pick her mug
up for a drink.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
The adult-toy awkwardness, in fact, reminded me of
SaraH's excellent "Plain Brown Wrapper" (in the 2/21/03
Reviews) but this story played the element less for mind
control and more for the real Debbie's particular "kink"
(which according to the brief IRC transcript beforehand,
was "I go to a job interview as a "products tester" and
it turns out to be testing bondage gear including
punishment devices... what makes me heaps excited is
that I don't get forced but bribed and tricked with
things like fake pics of my friends doing it and pics of
it in a classy magazine (faked)... but it all has to be
done like a proper interview not a "now I have you" sort
of thing.")
God bless you Debbie! Otherwise we never would have had
such a romp. I'm looking forward to Part 2.
Cycle [A+]
Where posted: ASSM
When posted: 04/27/03
Author: Samarkand
Author email: sam_arkand@hotmail.com
Type: M/f, bond, darkfic
This story was described by the author as "a deliberate
attempt to play at the edges of a forum's rules about a
certain subject." He also likes to write about
"abduction, non-consensuality, and other fun things" so
put the two together and you know you've got something
controversial. It's dark fiction more than horror (dark
fiction being horror's classier cousin) of the type
Kathe Koja or Joe R. Lansdale might have written in the
heady small-press days of the late 80s/early 90s.
Like Bradley Stokes' "Freedom in the New World" (9/10/02
Reviews) this was a sex story written not so much to
make you horny as to explore the authorial statements
that might be made through sexual explicitness. The
narrator and his wife are the parents of a young school
age daughter they want to protect more than anything
(and they want also to protect the image of their
seemingly normal middle-class life) and so, when the
narrator admits to having predatory sexual thoughts
towards her, the wife coolly suggests they kidnap a
substitute so the child can live a "normal" life. The
substitute is a prostitute specializing in child role-
play; she's kept tied and drugged in a cubbyhole in the
basement, her Achilles tendons cut by the nurse wife so
she can't escape. The daughter never realizes a thing,
as the substitute is brought out only when she's at
school. It's harsh, severe, shocking stuff, but it's not
played for eroticism. Instead, it's uncomfortably
*real.*
A thought-provoking story that makes you wonder if the
cure is worse than the disease, if maintaining an
illusion of middle-class security is worse than being a
criminal, and if children really must be protected at
all costs.
I am Zero [A-/B+]
Where posted: ASSM
When posted: 05/23/03
Author: Rachael Ross
Author email: rache18us@yahoo.com
Type: M/F, crucify, mast, snuff
Brittany and Me [A-]
Where posted: ASSM
When posted: 05/23/03
Author: Rachael Ross
Author email: rache18us@yahoo.com
Type: F/F, M/F, BDSM, extreme, rape, incest, snuff
Stopless [A]
Where posted: ASSM
When posted: 05/23/03
Author: Rachael Ross
Author email: rache18us@yahoo.com
Type: F/f, M+/f, M/F, oral, rape, ncon, snuff
Ardent Bane! : Intergalactic Amazon Hunter [A]
Where posted: ASSM
When posted: 05/22/03
Author: Rachael Ross
Author email: rache18us@yahoo.com
Type: M/F, humor, SF, nosex
Rachel Ross is a new author who recently made a big
splash on my radar. In a one-week period in May she must
have posted twenty individual stories to the ASSM
newsgroup. All of them, like the Samarkand story above,
dealt with darker themes: snuff, murder, BDSM, incest,
and the like. It's a prodigious, varied output of
erotica for such a young writer (I'm guessing she is
college age, or a few years out of college) and, since I
like dark, unusual stuff, I decided to sample a few. A
Seattle resident from her comments (Seattle being the
birthplace of grunge and, though not central to it, a
vital part of the riot grrl and DIY music/art movements)
she clearly has a Courtney Love compulsion to wallow in
the darker side of life, a compulsion birthed of the
early 90s when it was fashionable for young women to
dress and act simultaneously victimized and empowered
(through baby-doll dresses and Doc Marten boots) kicking
boys' butts while crying to your therapist about the
repressed memories of some male relative who diddled you
at age seven. So 1990s, I can almost taste the mosh pit
sweat. (No, I'm not exaggerating. I've lived in Seattle
since the late 80s; I know whereof I speak.)
The stories were also interesting because the author is
representative of the younger generation of netfic
authors. Writers my age (first-wave generation X) have
been influenced by traditional means of publication: you
craft your pieces for printed magazines, anthologies,
books, forging them in isolation while hoping to catch
the eye of an influential agent or editor who will take
you under their wing. But writers of the later gen X
wave, gen Y, have been raised on the net, practicing
their craft through blogging and forums, self-posting
archives, IRC chats, and IMs; they're more interactive,
more communal, more into using their art to please
themselves and their friends. A reflection, in fact, of
the writing communities of slash/yaoi writers, about
which I have written extensively. These younger writers
are also unafraid to explore hard-core porn and erotica,
and seamier subject matter like snuff and incest. Which,
depending on how much of a moral watchdog you are, can
be a good or bad thing.
I found all of these stories were worthwhile reads,
though they could hard to take for more sensitive
stomachs. In "I am Zero" the worshipper of a strange god
who kidnaps a girl by the same name of the author,
taking her to the deserts of southwest Washington to be
raped and sacrificed to his "god." It's the weakest of
the four I read, and one of the earliest of the author's
-- a story that might have been written for a class
assignment. It contained some nice descriptions of that
part of the state but didn't quite come together (why
would the girl be so zonked out by a rape she wouldn't
notice spikes being driven through her hands and feet?)
But thumbs up anyway, for writing a story that could
have been inspired by the Soundgarden video "Jesus
Christ Pose" (a young Chris Cornell stomping around the
desert, shirtless and in combat boots, interspersed with
shots of a zombielike girl with lilies in her hair
nailed to a glowing neon cross.)
"Brittany and Me," on the other hand, is about the
author's hatred for a certain pop star you can guess by
the name; I suppose she changed the spelling to avoid
libidinous attention. Hatred so strong the narrator
hires a perky "Brittany" impersonator, hangs her from a
hook in the ceiling, and tortures her, slicing her
nipples off at one point. Very strong stuff, and I would
have liked it to go further, but the story got derailed
when the narrator's father, with whom she has an
incestuous relationship, comes home unexpectedly and
they both go at poor "Brittany" and each other. A nice
try, but I think the point about the supreme hateability
of this pop star and the effect she has on young females
who hate her got lost somewhere.
"Stopless" was the best of what I read: a debauched Las
Vegas hooker picks up a teen runaway and offers to
introduce her to the biz, wavering between guilt for
ruining the girl's life and a "So what?" fatalism. It's
not a glamorous biz either: instead of neon-lit casinos
and high rollers' luxury suites there are horse-booking
lowlifes, endless cheap beers, squalid back rooms and
chauvinistic, indifferent pimps. Warning, there's a
twist at the end, a shocker.
"Ardent Bane!" finds the author in a humorous mood.
Manly-man Ardent Bane! goes to the planet of Sappho IV
to capture the renowned monkeygirls in a live trans-
space broadcast:
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Let me tell you about the Monkey Girls of Sappho IV. They are
small, humanoid in appearance. About 5 feet tall, covered
with a silky caramel colored fur from their heads, along
their spines, to their tight round butts. This fur gets
shorter as it moves away from their heads and ends in a long
prehensile tail, hence the nickname "Monkey Girls". The hair
on their heads is long and shimmers beautifully, luxuriant to
touch and it exudes a smell which is loaded with a chemical
pheromone which suggests these little beasties are constantly
in a state of heat.
The front and sides of their bodies are smooth taut
flesh, usually a lighter color than their fur. They have
breasts which range from small and firm to large and
firm. Saggy breasts have never been reported on a Monkey
Girl of Sappho IV. They seem to lactate continuously and
the milk from their breasts is a sweet wine-like liquid
which is about 30% alcohol by volume. The genitalia of
the Monkey Girls of Sappho IV are lightly furred and
very small. The surrounding tissue though is loaded with
over 10,000 tiny muscles!! which enable the Monkey Girls
of Sappho IV to accommodate virtually any sized male
organ with ease. They also have a thin membrane, similar
to a hymen, which grows back over a period of 24 hours
if it's broken. Amazing huh?
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
I wasn't quite sure what was being spoofed here (The
Crocodile Hunter? Buck Rogers?) but the story was very
funny in parts, and interesting in that it seemed to be
the author's private giggle, not one out to please by
parodying more conventional targets (such as the SF pulp
cliches of Wersgor and AFreshSto)
All in all, interesting stories, interesting writer.
Worth a look.
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