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Subject: {ASSM} {REVIEW} The Annex Reviews, 6/15/03
Date: Mon, 16 Jun 2003 07:10:04 -0400
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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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