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Date: Mon, 17 Jul 2000 08:10:07 -0400
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The Annex Reviews, 7/17/00
by Lady Cyrrh (ladycyrrh@aol.com)
Website: http://members.aol.com/ladycyrrh OR
http://home.aol.com/ladycyrrh
The stories:
Free Blow Jobs (Virago Blue): M/F, oral, Mardi Gras
Eyeliner (Henrik Larsen): m/f teen, first
Security Considerations (Boris Ludmenkov): M/f implied sex, mc, transf
The Shield of the Jedi (Emma Woodhouse): M/M, M/m, rape, mc, milk,
tort, h/c
A Trip to the Mall (Sir Penguin): M/f teen, rape, voyr
New Tech (J R D): M/M tg D/s, cybersex
Free Blow Jobs [A+]
Where posted: ASSM
When posted: 6/4/00
Author: Virago Blue
Address: VBwrites@aol.com
A trio of college kids go to New Orleans for Mardi Gras. As anyone who
isn't media-blind knows, the annual celebration is a prime opportunity
to watch females flash their boobs for cheap beads thrown by hooting
males. I'm not sure if this is a long-standing tradition or a recent
development. It's also worth noting that some males have taken to
showing their dicks in the same manner, for the same booty. Anyway,
the trio watches the Saturnalia on the street below from a balcony and
sees something unusual:
Heather leaned over, focusing on the pair. The skinny woman wore a
tank top with the words "Free Blow Jobs" airbrushed across the back in
red and black. Her tiny arms flexed as she stroked the man, her cheeks
were sunken in with her effort. Her stringy hair was pulled back into a
tail...The woman's head would stop bobbing for a minute, her arm
pumping harder as she paused. Heather saw the purple knob of the
man's penis in the whore's hand as she jerked him off. She said a few
words to the man, he nodded, before she stuck him back in her mouth.
The man seemed to change positions for a moment, tensing almost. The
woman stopped bobbing and clamped down on him, her head buried in
his baggy jeans and clumps of beads. She eased up off his penis and
threw her head back, mouth wide open in triumph. The crowd roared,
cameras clicked. Heather saw the white of his semen in her mouth. The
whore raised her arms in triumph and made a show of swallowing it
down.
That pretty much says it all about New Orleans during Mardi Gras.
This was a raunchy story rather than an erotic or porny one, but it
caught with crystalline clarity the mood of the city without one word
too many, in the way of a small vignette you'd see in an "alternative"
travel guide. For that I give it an A+.
Eyeliner [A+]
Where posted: ASSM
When posted: 6/29/00
Author: Henrik Larsen
Address: henlar@hotmail.com
Two young teens who have just started to date get together for an
afternoon of the hanging around that young teens are wont to do.
They're in her bedroom, on her bed, when the narrator picks up an
eyeliner pencil and asks what it is. Amused at his ignorance, his
girlfriend demonstrates on her arm; and seeing the possibilities, he
takes it up next, and continues the sketch on her. The story proceeds
like that, the two swapping doodles back and forth, until eventually the
artwork begins to stray:
I was so excited I could hardly get hold of her shirt again. I'd
temporarily forgot all about my beautiful flower. Very cautiously, I
lifted the tight shirt up over her tiny tits; the first tits I had ever seen
up close. I'd seen topless women on the beach, but only stolen glimpses;
this was for real.
She didn't wear a bra. She didn't need one and I guess they didn't come
in her size either. Her tits were small. Two cones at the top of her
ribcage, standing up very proud. On top of each cone was another tiny
cone, topped with a very small nipple. I noticed that the freckles from
her face spread down over the top of her chest and there were even a
few on her tits too.
I was thrilled beyond my wildest fantasies.
We were both breathing heavily, looking at Annie's tits. Annie stared as
much as I did. I barely dared to move at all, fearing that Annie would
back out and pull down her shirt again. But she didn't. She didn't do
anything else either and I was suddenly paralysed. I mean, I wanted to
touch her, badly, but I didn't dare.
'I want to draw on you too,' Annie suddenly said and sat up.
It all winds up with mutual masturbation, not penetration, which is the
more realistic scenario for young teens embarking on their first
explorations. But make no mistake, there's more sex ahead of them.
This was an excellent story about first times, the author catching the
sexual curiosity and hesitation of the boy and girl very well. The young
man's voice was especially well done...it was all the hotter for its
innocent tone, which is very to affect in a sex story. Everyone should
have had a first time like this, but those who didn't...can now have one
secondhand. Probably the best teen story of the year so far.
Security Considerations [A]
Where posted: ASSM
When posted: 7/5/00
Author: Boris Ludmenkov
Address: borisl@room3b.demon.co.uk
I like mind control stories, but I always feel slightly ashamed for
reading them. I'm not sure why. Maybe it's the wish-fulfillment factor
combined with one's deepest, darkest nightmares. Who wouldn't want to
have total power of life and death over other human beings? And who
in their right mind would want a stranger to have total power of life
and death over them? Of course, the fun in the stories comes from the
sexual spin in just these situations, with the writer taking the POV of the
Controller, or the Controlled, and either way it creates a kinky intensity
I've seen only in the more extreme bondage tales. With mind control,
literally *anything* is possible, because the normal limits on human
behavior don't exist.
That said, there's always holes of logic in an mc tale. For example, why
do other people never notice the machinations of the Controller? Sure,
they have a certain power, but there's only one of them, and millions of
free-thinking law enforcement, intelligence, and military officers. And
given this, how do they hide themselves? And what exactly do they do
with all the power they have?
The author of this story takes those questions and gives them a run. He
postulates that the mind controllers of the world have formed an elite,
secret society to protect themselves from mundanes, and the story is told
entirely in dialogue as a member of this society confronts an mc rogue
who has put them in danger with his misuse of the power. Amusingly,
the rogue has used his powers the way most males in mc stories do:
"Oh, there were so many! Do you know how I found you? You pulled the
same stupid stunt not once but three times. And in the same state! You
took a liking to a teenage girl (girls in one case, twin sisters). And so
that the parents wouldn't try to find them, you went and wiped the
minds of the parents. Erased all memory of their children...[But] When
aunts and uncles and grandparents ring up and ask 'By the way, how's
little Judy, the light of my life?' and parents answer 'Who's Judy?' it
rings alarms. It rings alarms with cops and shrinks and ministers and
social services and God alone knows who else and when they start to
compare notes... It was on the Internet last Tuesday. I was on a flight to
Florida on the Wednesday. On the Thursday evening I found you, you
repulsive little man. Living the life of Riley in Florida, smashed out of
your brains on coke and booze and trying to fuck yourself to death with
teenage bimbos. Gods! The things you did to warp those young women's
bodies. Those ludicrous tits on them! And their brains were worse! You
made them stupider than you are and that's saying something!"
The story ends with a twist I'm not going to reveal, but it was very
funny, and seems to be aimed at other mc writers.
There's no outward sex in the story, but it's recommended, because it
turns the genre on its ear and shows us how silly it really it is, while
also showing us how naughty it is.
The Shield of the Jedi [A]
Available from: http://www.geocities.com/emma_woodhouse_2000
Address: 6/19/00
Author: Emma Woodhouse
Slash amuses me greatly at times. Writers of the more violent stuff often
have the unspoken conceit that what they write is more ennobled than
similarly-themed porn because they deal with taboo topics as they relate
to character and plot rather than exploiting them for all they're worth.
Rarely will you find slash on a porn website or porn newsgroup. But
hardcore slash is still hardcore porn even if it keeps different company,
and though the writer may say the juicy bits are there for character
development or plot drama the sheer amount of detail given over to
them tells us it's something more. In a nutshell, they're just as kinky
and exploitive as anything of Parker's or Phil Phantom's or Steven S.
Davis's, particularly when the stories include extended rape and torture
scenes, as this one does.
The story takes place in the Star Wars universe, before "The Phantom
Menace." Young Obi-Wan has been chosen as Qui-Gonn Jinn's
apprentice at the Jedi Academy. But Qui-Gonn is kidnapped on an away
mission and chained up, naked, in a dungeon with walls of Force-
absorbing stone. Darth Sidious is the one responsible, and after much
cackling and gloating he rapes Qui-Gonn again and again and milks him
of his semen. Woodhouse is one of the better Star Wars slash writers and
includes in her story touches of D/s and mind control, along with some
man-boy love as Sidious draws out Qui-Gonn's secret desire for his
fifteen-year-old apprentice:
"Look at him fondle himself, the little tease! He knows they want him, he
knows that only you can have him! See how he tickles his nipples and
strokes slowly along his hard, hot cock! He is squirming with desire,
desire for you, wanting this so badly, the seal of your possession."
"As you approach your place, he moans, he calls for his Master. He
raises his hips so you can see that he is prepared for you, that he needs
you to claim him, take him."
Qui-Gon was panting now, thrusting with his hips.
"Yes! Move closer. Open your trousers and place those charming legs
over your shoulders. The room is hot, the air thick with the scent of sex,
and the group moans in unison as you thrust into your Padawan,
claiming him publicly as your own."
Qui-Gon groaned aloud, thrusting faster into the moist heat. His head
was swimming. "Thrust into him, strongly, powerfully! Yes, he is yours,
only yours for life. He knows it, he loves it, he pushes back against you,
crying out for his Master's seed, his Master's mark within him!"
Qui-Gon threw back his head and howled loudly as he came, feeling Obi-
Wan writhing beneath him. Then he hung heavily from his chains,
panting harshly. His eyes were closed.
There's even a sort of long, loving coda to the rape after Obi-Wan comes
to the rescue; he examines Qui-Gonn's abused body and slips him some
healing Force up his damaged rectum.
Hmmm...rape, mc, pedo, AND milking...I wonder if the writer knew
exactly what she was calling up? These bits did turn out to be pretty hot,
but since I am not a fan of the movie, they were lost on me if they were
meant as character sketches. But I wonder if that was what the author
really meant. The rest of the story, which concerned Obi-Wan's search
and eventual rescue of Qui-Gonn, lacked the detail, suspense and
intensity of the rape scenes, leading me to speculate that the "straight"
story functioned as a sort of excuse to justify the writing of the rape
scenes -- a screen of respectability so to speak. Many published science
fiction writers use plot the same way -- as a cover for the kink -- and,
unlike mainstream literature where critics often react in horror (e.g.,
Lolita, American Psycho) the SF writers get away with it because of the
genre's pulpy roots and speculative nature. I actually wish the author
had gone more over the top with the idea than she had; there seemed to
be a conscious holding back on her part. But then slash writers prefer
to stick to conventional (read: publishable) writing styles in general.
Musings aside, the writing was good, and if Obi-Wan accomplishes his
mission a little too easily, the rape scenes were angsty, and there was
plenty of emotional incest. I had the feeling that the writer received
two distinct thrills from the piece: first in its conception and writing,
then in its transgression. George Lucas, and most conventional Star
Wars fans, would react violently against this spin on the characters. It's
a double raspberry of sorts on the part of the author.
A Trip to the Mall [B-/C+]
Where posted: ASSM
When posted: 7/8/00
Author: Sir Penguin
Address: sirpenguin@sirpenguin
Jesus, was this story bad. A sad-sack loser hangs out at the mall every
day to watch the teenage mall rats in their "slutty mall clothes" --
cutoffs, miniskirts, tank tops -- and fantasize about violating them. One
day he witnesses a group of the teens ostracize another for not having
cool enough clothes and follows her as she goes from store to store
trying on sexy duds. Since she hasn't got money to buy anything, she
decides to proposition the weirdo following her around: "Do you like
looking at girls, Mister?" Then she goes with him to his car where she
disrobes to give him the eyeful they agreed upon, but he loses control
and rapes her instead, saying "Cum for me you little slut" and "You're a
little fucking WHORE" and after struggling a bit she pants, "Oh fuck yes,
I love your huge cock, oh god fuck meeee!"
I'll say it again: Jesus, was this story bad. I've been critting sex stories
for four years and I will happily read about fisting, scat, needles drilled
through nipples and cannibalism without wincing. But the idea of a
stalker tailing and then raping a young teen -- who winds up enjoying
it and agrees to become his jail-bait mall squeeze -- squicks the hell outa
me. The problem was the tone. Though otherwise well written, the story
was too mundane and realistic for a fantasy and too much of a pervert's
wish-fulfillment for realism. I mean, what modern 14-year-old weaned
on the Backstreet Boys is going to dig being called a whore and a slut?
And while it's not unheard of for a teen to enjoy her first time, why
would she continue a relationship with a socially and sexually inept
pervert? Sure, she wants the money, but like most prostitutes, that
doesn't mean *liking* her trick or his dick.
As with last week's review of "Brother, Busted" I maintain that a taking-
advantage-of-a-teen tale needs either a cartoony touch that lets us know
it's an out-there fantasy ("Bountiful Plantation") or realism that lets us
know it's a sexual study (Uther Pendragon's "Duty") Either style can be
as arousing as the author makes it. But casting a wish-fulfillment as a
serious tale of May-December desire...Yuck.
New Tech [B-/C+]
Where posted: ASSM
When posted: 7/3/00
Author: J R D
Address: jrdss@micronet.net
For the third time in these reviews I'm going to say "Yuck." (The second
was for "The $10,000 Blowjob" which I decided to pass on. I've got limits.)
Two more socially and sexually inept guys are fond of fooling around in
Internet chat rooms, one role-playing a strapping she-male dominatrix,
the other a submissive she-male slave. Hmm. Nothing intrinsically
wrong with this. But wait...they're computer programmers! They email
their code back and forth to critique when they aren't whipping and
foot-licking each other! Now, would you honestly entrust your vital
business, medical, and financial records to software systems configured
by these guys? I wouldn't. And as an amateur programmer, I'm hopping
mad at the stereotype that computer buffs can only relate sexually
through silly role-playing games over a modem line.
Sarcasm aside (I wasn't being totally serious, by the way, but I'll let you
decide how irked I was) I found this story well-written but bland, even
though a fair amount of imagination went into it. That is, the writing
style was very linear and direct: "They did this. They did that" and none
of the writer's personality showed through...it was like white bread,
vanilla pudding, cottage cheese. About half the stories on ASS have this
problem. Technically there's nothing wrong with them, but they're
just...boring, like everyone's read the same "How to Write Fiction: The
Basics" book. And the two characters showed absolutely no passion or
real involvement in what they were doing...it's like their libidos were
on autopilot.
Plus the whole concept just squicks me. Computer geeks pretending to
be chicks with dicks. Yuck.
I'd better stop now.
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