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The Annex Reviews, 7/30/00
by Lady Cyrrh (ladycyrrh@aol.com)
Website: http://members.aol.com/ladycyrrh OR
http://home.aol.com/ladycyrrh
It's come to my attention that some readers have taken offense at my
flippant tone regarding last week's stories. The "yuck" response. Well,
what can I say. I read dozens of these things every month, and in my
writing career I've read hundreds more. I've read stories about every
kink and fetish under the sun. A very few shine, but most are average
to awful, and what they say has been said before, and said better. I would
be remiss in my job if I did not point this out. I don't consciously try to
be "nice" to writers to avoid hurting feelings, but I do try to be fair and
non-judgmental, and encouraging to those who I feel show promise. But
I am only human, and there's a great relief in spouting your mouth off
without the mask or professional self-censure. I enjoyed it, and I'm not
apologetic. In another year I expect I'll do again, and again, I will enjoy
it. If anyone objects, well, consider you're getting a bargain if I only do
it once a year, instead of running my mouth off every week.
The stories:
Gilded Iron, Parts 1 and 2 (Doran Runninghawk): m/m, m/m/f, herm, teen, SF,
fantasy, oral, anal)
The Feral Boy's Archive: Document #14 (Nathan): M/b, SF, cybersex
The Story of Yojimbo and Suziku (Portheus): M/F, BDSM, SF, rom, ws, rim
A String of Pearls (Largo Scuro): M/F, inter, Asian, mast
Gilded Iron, Chapters 1 and 2 [A]
Where posted: ASSGM
When posted: 5/17/00
Author: Doran Runninghawk
Address: DoranIIl@aol.com
Doran Runninghawk made a strong showing last May with the
imaginative gay Aztec fantasy "Wendigo" which, although I did not give
it a true A, impressed me with its lush, romantic language and fevered
imagination. This story takes those elements to new heights as the
author challenges a complicated SF-cum-fantasy theme which
reminded me of nothing so much as a gayer version of British goth
fantasist Storm Constantine's work.
Aristan is a teenage Noman, a race related to but very different than
humans, whose job it is to live ascetically and minister charity to the
human inhabitants of Ru'ul bintu Sheoli, a cold planet lit by a dying
sun. Naturally he rebels, sexually as well as morally, first with his
charges, then with Scipi, his housekeeper's son. The two sneak out to
visit a brothel and catch a glimpse of Malatar, the half-alien future
ruler of their planet. Malatar's alien half is "Scorpian," which is left
intriguingly unexplained, but like many of Constantine's
heroes/heroines, he is hermaphroditic, and has dark appetites:
A sleepy eyed Malatar parted the glittering curtains of it's litter just in
time to catch a glimpse of the beautiful boy standing among the rabble
and the urchins of the street. His pale whitegold hair was tossed and
disarrayed by the cold wind, and wisped against flesh that was pale as
newfallen snow. Malatar gripped the curtains with hands that ached to
feel the softness of those curls slip through it's fingers like respun gold.
But it was his eyes that held and mesmerized Malatar, and ignited an
open flame of desire that would eventually burn the alien nearly to a
cinder for the rest of it's wakings.
This boy, Malatar decided, could easily be the most beauteous being in
the cosmos, male or female. A big strapping lad....a sturdy child.... The
scorpian also sensed inside him a weakness, perhaps, or a leaning
toward the darkness that could be carefully cultivated and nurtured. The
boy, no matter what race, could be valuable to Malatar when it became
Korazon and assumpter of the throne of it's sire.
"Guards!" Malatar shrieked, bringing them running instantly. "There
was a boychild with golden hair! Bring him to me at once!" First I will
try him for treason, it thought, for he did not wave his sandals above his
head as I passed. Malatar's golden eyes scanned the milling crowd,
trying to locate him again. The boy had disappeared as though he had
never been there at all. "Search the streets and bring me any child with
light hair! Hurry, dolts, lest he eludes you!"
Trouble mounts up as the guards pursue the two boys; there's a rape
scene, followed by an apprehension by Aristan's church elders. Mixed
up in all this are intimations of a special destiny for Aristan, a future
relationship with Scipi along with sexual awakening and confusion,
adventure off planet and on planet, political intrigue and sadism;
there's a lot on the plate, and sometimes it spilled over and got messy.
But what was there was fascinating for all its roughness and
overabundance. Highly recommended for fans of gay SF and fantasy
(though the story had bi leanings as well.)
The Feral Boy's Archive: Document #14: Bodyflex Bioware [A]
Where posted: ASSGM
When posted: 7/2/00
Author: Nathan
Address: NathanFost@aol.com
This story also reminded me of Storm Constantine's work and of the
1980s in general, when cyberpunk ruled the SF world and Duran Duran
ruled the MTV airwaves. In fact. the title of this series of stories brought
to mind their greatest video, "Wild Boys" in which young men of dubious
sexual identity prance around a post-apocalyptic set with colored smoke,
flashpots, and rickety windmills (some of which they were lashed to)
wearing little else but leather rags, fingerless gloves, and moussed-to-
oblivion rooster hair. The story confirmed my expectations in the
author's foreword, which states: "The Feral Boy's Documents are a
fictional creation. They purport to be the archive of a near-future tribe
of adolescent boys. Wild boys in the best William Burroughs/Hakim Bey
tradition. The documents will be comprised of all kinds of writing:
fiction mostly but also poetry, ritual, sex manuals, police reports, Usenet
ranting columns, letters, email correspondence and chat dialogue,
technical guides to the near future fetish wear that the Feral Boys both
design and make, and so on."
The story itself was more of an extended description than a plot with
characters, conflict, and resolution, but the writing was excellent. A
young kid of about 14 lies on a tenement rooftop, naked, and jacks a
porno program into the metal socket on his skull -- standard procedure
for cyberpunk -- to have sex with an artificial partner programmed by
"Bodyflex Bioware 2.3 (male version), copyright Max Lee, choice of
partner with 15 basic body types, customizable hair, eye and skin
colouring, each virtual partner fully rendered in Fractal Skin TM, semi-
AI learning capabilities conforming partner to user's needs after few
uses." Being too cool for normal sex, the kid has the program rape him:
The man does fuck him. There is no grace in the fucking, no care, it is
simply the use of a hole. As the thickness of the man's cock begins to
spread him open Liam begins to scream. A wild scream of both pain and
abandon which chases away the birds perched on the edge of the
building and rockets up into the sky. So real is the sensation and the
body-mind interface that anyone watching will see Liam on his back,
legs and ass in the air and they will see his asshole open to the exact
width of the virtual man's cock. They will see it pulled inside out so that
the pink inner lips are displayed at times when Liam is feeling the man
pull out and then the gaping mouth of his ass will suck in on itself as
Liam's virtual dominator hoves into him again.
The cybersex/cyberpunk scenario was excellently handled, if a little
dated -- such devices are decades off, if they can ever be made to work at
all, and the growth of net fandom cults has made the sharing of virtual
worlds and cybersex into a reality even if it does not have all the bells
and whistles of a sensorial interface. But then, everyone said
microcomputers were decades off in the 1970s, too.
Why do I like reading stories about teenage boys having strange sexual
adventures in these outlandish settings? Because it's way more
interesting than reading stories about teenage girls having mundane
sexual adventures in domestic settings. If anyone can point me in the
direction of a teen girl having outrageous sex in an Sf/fantasy/what-
have-you scenario, I'd be highly charged to read it.
The Story of Yojimbo and Suziku [A+]
Where posted: ASSM
When posted: 6/23/00
Author: Portheus
Address: jim@caddell.net
This story *sort if* fulfilled the above desire, though I don't know if the
female character was a teen or not (though she *was* a virgin.) It was
part Japanese classic cinema, part science fiction...as if Akira Kurosawa
decided to make a Star Wars movie after watching Roger Vadim's
"Barbarella."
Yojimbo is the samurai mercenary in the Toshiro Mifune role; when he
commandeers a Mandarin's junk and finds a slave girl hiding in a
barrel, he says, "Hmph! He is dead, and that makes you my slave now.
Come here, I have work for you. Come here now!" He puts her to work
pumping out the hull, but later other sorts of pumping occur. Not all of
them were standard. Here the slave girl has gotten herself in awkward
position -- she's at the ceiling of a very narrow room, with her knees
braced on two shelves at her right and left so her pussy is spread wide
for those looking up from below -- when her new master comes in and
is tempted by the sight. Unfortunately, she also has to pee really bad:
His tongue found the hard button of her desire, and she moaned against
her will, "noooooo." He ignored this transgression and continued to lick
and suck on the little nubbin, causing sensations that she had never
been able to manage alone. Slowly, she felt the building excitement of
her release building within her loins; soon her body would betray her
and she would lose control. And yet for this glorious orgasm, this
moment of ecstasy that now seemed inevitable, perhaps death was not
too high a price to pay. After all, what kind of life did a slave have
anyway?
With one final flick of his tongue, Suziku lost all control. She cried out
in ecstasy as a tremendous orgasm flowed through her body. Her loins
contracted of their own accord again and again, as wave after wave of
pleasure rocked her to the core. With each wave, a squirt of golden fluid
escaped from her bursting bladder, each landing on the face or in the
mouth of her master, her tormentor, her lover, Yojimbo. After the first
four or five bursts she lost all hope; terrified, she was unable to stop the
rest of the flow, and it rained down on her master.
The pungent smell of hot piss mixed with sexual secretions rose up to
meet her nostrils. She was panting from exertion and terror; what
would he do now? What would he say? Would her end be quick, or would
he torture her first?
He does not, and finds it pleasing; and later, in a hot bath, she returns
the transgression by rimming him, and there's more sex, after which
they fall in love. Then comes the Star Wars part. She and he come from a
distant, more advanced planet and have been marooned in 14th-century
Japan by an intergalactic war...she is the lost princess Zuci Klu, and he
her gallant protector. They take off into the void in a sentient
spaceship, but are intercepted by their enemies, and there's more sex,
including a zero-G scene without arms and legs (their limbs have been
sucked into the fourth dimension by...oh, never mind) that rivals the
one in Rino Rino's "Floating" and then there's sex with a giant blue
disembodied
penis, with beanbag chair-sized testicles. Oh, my brain hurts too much
to describe it.
But this was quality work, very good both for the quality of the writing,
imagination involved, the characterizations, and the unusual sex
acts...part SF, part historical, part humor. It'll get some kind of Cyrrheal
award. What, I'm not sure.
A String of Pearls [B+]
Where posted: ASSM
When posted: 7/20/00
Author: Fremensmok
Address: Fremensmok@aol.com
I often wonder which stories are written by males and which are by
females. Sometimes I can tell by the sex acts and how the characters
react to them, but not always.
This story seems, to me at least, like it was written by a guy. A young
Korean woman, engaged to be married, has set up a massage business in
the apartment she shares with her fiancee in order to earn some extra
money. One day a muscular black guy comes in for a rubdown, and she
finds herself getting turned on by his body in a more intense way than
she's experienced with her fiancee. When he orders her to "massage" a
special place in front and turns over, she is mesmerized by his
"astounding slab of black dickmeat" and only too happy to be called a
"ho." What follows is an exciting massage/masturbation episode ending
with:
Jen suddenly find herself directly over an erupting volcano. A thick jet
of cum blasted her face and neck. Then another, which spat thick gob of
cock juice right up her nose. Another hit her in the eye. And that
throbbing member just kept cumming. Her face was getting covered
with warm cock chowder. David never came like this. His tiny pecker
just sort of dribbled a little bit. Nothing like the wet explosions coming
from this beast. And just when she thought he was never going to stop,
his enormous dick let out one more spasm emitting a droplet of semen
which ran down its length.
There's an amusing joke relating to the story's title and the heroine's
naivete, and afterwards, having been enthralled by his ghetto-speak
and licorice stick she decides to follow him to Hawaii.
Although I found the story vivid and the characterization of the wife-
to-be well done, I just couldn't accept her taking all the hot bitch-and-
ho talk from the black character, especially with her living in LA. It
was racially stereotyped, for one thing, and even giving that he's from
the 'hood, it might have been better for the story, and more amusing for
us, for the Korean chick, with her limited understanding of English, to
not understand what he meant. OTOH, if Mr. Black Stud meant it in fun, it
could have been clearer on the part of the author. And while I can see
her succumbing in the passion of the moment to the lure of a monster
cock, I can't see her throwing aside her future life (and security) to
follow the guy on a whim. It would have been better to let her see the
episode as only a "bachelorette party" (as the author has said) rather
than a cause for subhood.
In spite of my beefs about the story, however, it's still worth checking
out for the depiction of an interracial couple you don't see a lot.
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