Message-ID: <42972asstr$1055761804@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: LadyCyrrh@aol.com X-Original-Message-ID: <54.1382b0e5.2c1eb4a0@aol.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 16 Jun 2003 01:50:24 EDT Subject: {ASSM} {REVIEW} The Annex Reviews, 6/15/03 Date: Mon, 16 Jun 2003 07:10:04 -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: dennyw, IceAltar 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. ____________________________________________________ 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 | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+