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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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