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Date: Sun, 27 Oct 2002 20:10:02 -0500
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The Annex Reviews, 10/26/02
by Lady Cyrrh (ladycyrrh@aol.com)
Website: http://members.aol.com/ladycyrrh 




The stories:

Beyond Area 51 (Topaz172): M/M, mc, myth

One Hot Stripper (Neuralmancer): M/F, SF, cannib

Ho'omaluhia (Hammon Wry): F/F, slave, cons, nosex

Drill Team in Bondage at the Renaissance Festival (Felix Dartmouth): 
    F teen bond

Our Needs (Cyan): F/F D/s, anal

The Initiation (sweetpet) : M/F+, F/F, bi vampire, ws

Family Shoot 2000 (Herman): F fam bondage, nosex




Beyond Area 51 [A]
Author: Topaz172
Where found: The Erotic Mind Control Story Archive
URL: http://www.mcstories.org/Authors/Topaz172
Type: M/M, teen, mc, myth, transformation

As everyone knows, very strange things happen around Area 51. A 
group of four teens hike out into desert to investigate, and get more 
than they bargain for when they meet, not wrinkly little gray aliens, 
but a strange mythic force that transforms them into creatures out of 
Greek legend. And they are perfectly happy to be randy little (bisexual) 
satyrs and nymphs, too:

_______________________________________________________

I awoke the following morning comfortable, my arms draped over Saah, 
my torso touching the smooth warmth of the Satyr's back, his soft 
blonde braids tickling my nose.

My penis...I suddenly became much more awake..My penis was still 
embedded in the Satyr's arse, sleep had apparently claimed me while I 
had been fucking the alien youth. 

I could see Icestorm's back over Saah's shoulder, I suspected that Saah 
had been fucking him, when sleep had claimed us.

Saah did something wonderful then, clenching his inner muscles in a 
way that had me shooting my morning load almost instantly.

Had I found myself impaled like that with a human male I would have 
been revolted, with the Satyr it felt natural somehow. I found myself 
reluctant to withdraw from that tight warm grasp, I could still hear the 
tune in the back of my mind like a catchy rock balad.
_______________________________________________________


This was an enjoyable one ... the interaction of the teens before their 
enslavement was fresh and believable, with the mystery gradually 
unfolding as they disappear one by one, turning up later in their 
transformed states unable to articulate what happened to them. And 
then there's that unusual juxtapose of Area 51 and Greek myth, which 
brought to mind one of the wilder episodes of the X-files. The only 
problem I had with it is that it didn't seem to have been proofread too 
well, and could have used another round of editing; but for a bisexual 
transformation story, it's a very good read.




One Hot Stripper [A-]
Where posted: ASSM
When posted: 9/2/2001
Author: Neuralmancer
Author address: neuralm@speakeasy.net
Type: M/F, SF, cannib

In my ever-ongoing quest for the unusual I came across this story, 
which was originally posted to the ASSM back in September of 2001. You 
can't get more out there than strippers-for-hire, futuristic drugs, and 
eroto-cannibilism.

It's several years in the future and the world is overpopulated with 
females, many of whom are addicted to a strange drug that makes them 
crave heat in all its forms. The heat also gives them erotic jollies, so put 
the two together and you have a ready supply of willing human "roasts" 
who meet glorious (or inglorious) ends as someone's dinner:


_______________________________________________________

The chef, with only his apron covering his great length of genitalia, 
stood along side Jill intently studying her. Reaching out with his right 
hand, the chef felt the fullness of Jill's breasts. Jill could see the a 
bulge 
growing in the chef's apron. Equally aroused being the center of 
attention, Jill's nipples stiffened.

"Fine breast flesh. This one will be very good eating." The chef's cock 
continued to extend as he proceeded his examination of Jill's lovely 
body. Mentally, the chef had begun to delineate the different cuts of 
meat to had from Jill's body. He had done this so many times before that 
he had no need of a marking pen. From just a brief feel, he could 
quickly tell the quality of the various cuts.
_______________________________________________________


A lot of people might find the sexual aspect of this hard to swallow 
(sorry) but if you've ever been to a place like Las Vegas, with its 
mixture of showgirl flesh and sumptuous all-you-eat buffets (with 
whole roasted carcasses) you might understand. For the eaten, I'd guess 
the fantasy offers everything a BDSM slave scenario does: subjugation, 
entrapment, and the idea of gradually dissolving into something 
greater. The story handled those aspects well, though it was a little too 
clinical for my taste -- the writer should have concentrated more on the 
victim's POV. But the detail in the fantasy was good, and the premise, as 
plausible as it could be. This author has also written other vore stories, 
so if you like this one, check 'em all out.




Ho'omaluhia [A-/B+]
Where posted: ASSM
When posted: 10/3/2002
Author: E. Howe
Posted by: HammonWry@spamtrap.yahoo.com
Type: F/F, slave, cons, nosex

Hawaiian slave Na'ome serves her Mistress in a tropical paradise, naked 
but for her collar; such duties include slicing fruit to Her specifications 
and pouring her pitchers of vodka. There's no sex, but she is a slave, 
really; why else would she put up with such exacting, menial tasks, with 
beatings incurred for the least deviation?

Such was the premise of this short (1500 word) story, which had a 
foreword  that included a Hawaiian language lesson and the 
circumstances under which the story was written. It was, in fact, more 
interesting than the story itself, which, though sumptuously written 
("She reached over to the wood bowl and took the last orange.  She made 
sure of her fingers before pressing the edge of the knife to the brilliant 
orange skin, slicing the succulent fruit into perfect
hemispheres.") was more of a vignette, and didn't convey why the slave 
gets such satisfaction out of being a slave, or why she serves this 
particular Mistress. The two just met in a bar one night and blammo, 
they were mistress and slave. A bit of cheating on the part of the writer. 

I admit there was good atmosphere in the story, in a showy Travel 
Channel way, but without a plot the characters just sat there, and I 
wound up getting annoyed at them. If I was the slave, I'd tell Mistress to 
fix her own damn vodkas and hoof it to the nearest beach.




Drill Team in Bondage at the Renaissance Festival [B+]
Where posted: ASSM
When posted: 10/4/2002
Poster: Felix Dartmouth
Website: Archives BBS WWW Site
URL: http://www.archw.com
Type: F teen bond

There was no foreword attached to this story, but I'm guessing it's from 
the archive in question, as it bore a copyright date of 1996. I'm not sure 
who the author is. 

The Madison Junior College Southern Belles, a drill team, play at a 
Renaissance Festival in their sheer ruffled blouses and crinoline 
miniskirts. Two of the members are accused of stealing some cokes and 
are subsequently trussed up for display in the stocks, where they are 
manhandled by the festival's male guests; after that they are bound in 
chains by the blacksmith. 

This was more of a scenario than a story -- no sex, just descriptions of 
binding and chaining of naive teenage girls, with a sheer-clothing 
fetish as well (those blouses and petticoats, and plastic macs). Competent 
for what it was, but too chaste for my palate, and I thought the writing 
style was somewhat anonymous. There are certain companies out there 
that pay, by the dozen, for well-crafted porn stories they resell to adult 
website owners who want to spice up their content; this story seemed 
like one of them, broken up into short sentences and east-to-digest 
paragraphs. Professional, but not too imaginative or individualistic. Of 
course, I have no idea if this is the case, it may just be some fetishists' 
personal fantasy, one who was perhaps dabbling at being a for-pay 
writer. There's no way to find out.

If you're interested, you might check out the archive for more of these 
BBS tales, written at a time when the internet was still in its childhood.





Our Needs [A]
Where posted: ASSM
When posted: 10/3/2002
Author: Cyan
Author address: cyan@protgp.com
Author website: http://cyan.protgp.com/
Type: F/F D/s anal

The narrator of this story takes over the company she and her husband 
had founded as part of her divorce settlement, but there's a snag. That 
snag is Casey, an efficient but unpredictable executive assistant who 
may have been the reason for the divorce. The narrator tries to start off 
on the right foot by asserting who's in control here, but Casey, who 
knows she's indispensable, turns the tables with her own demands:

_______________________________________________________

"I need you on the floor, on your knees."

I stared in amazement.  Her eyes never left mine.  "Casey..."

"Silence?" she asked, in a slightly sarcastic tone.  Then she simply held 
my eyes.

Somehow I couldn't look away.  We stared at each other, for what seemed 
almost like a minute.  I couldn't believe the tension I felt. Finally she 
moved, a little shrug.  Humor awoke on her face, and she turned to 
leave.  "If I leave this room now, it's for good," she said.

Every single one of her points flew through my head again.  "No!" I said 
quickly.

She turned back to me, her eyebrows showing question.

I had no idea what to do, but I didn't let another tortuous minute pass.  I 
thought about what she said, the company going into confusion, being 
unable to pay George.  There was absolutely no way I could let *that* 
happen.

And as if my body were doing its own thing, I observed myself slip out 
of my chair.  I looked up at her.  From my knees.
_______________________________________________________


F/F dominance and humiliation follow, as Casey indulges in anal play 
with her subservient boss. It's blackmail, of course, but not TOO nasty.

This was an excellent short story: all lean meat and not a word out of 
place, and deliciously suggestive in its buildup as well as its conclusion.  
It also did a very good job in its depiction of the power a dominant, 
confident personality can have over a weaker one. In a piece this short, 
that's very hard to do, but the author pulled it off.




The Initiation [B]
Where posted: ASSM
When posted: 10/21/2002
Author: sweetpet
Posted by: sweetpet32@yahoo.com
Type: M/F+, F/F, bi, vampire, ws

This one's right in time for Halloween.

Two women join a church of unnamed denomination and discover, too 
late, that the faithful are vampires. (Guess the blindfolds and "simple 
black silk shifts" the two were forced to wear weren't enough of a 
tipoff.) After a sip of drugged wine the gals are more than ready to 
accept their induction, which includes one being arbitrarily pegged as 
a dom and the other a sub, a mass bite-fest by the other vampires, and 
then, last but not least, lesbian carpet-munching with a twist: the dom 
bites the sub's mons to suck her blood, then eagerly swallows her urine. 
An original twist, this.

But outside of that, there wasn't much to praise in the story. It wasn't 
very spooky, was definitely not thought out too well, and the dom-sub 
stuff seemed to have been stuck in there without rhyme or reason. The 
proofreading could have used sharper eyes, too.  So... eh. You'd be better 
off with "Buffy" fanfic if you're looking for F/F vampire stories.




Family Shoot 2000 [A]
Where posted: ASSM
When posted: 10/18/2002
Author: Herman
Posted by: mailer-herman@xs4all.nl
Type: F/F, F/teen, inc bond

The family that plays together... *plays* together?

Mom is retired and wants to make some extra bucks, so she convinces 
her daughter and granddaughters to pose for a photographer taking 
"artistic" mother-daughter portraits, discovering at the first meeting 
that the pics are for a private client who has an interest in 
intergenerational bondage situations. This doesn't faze them much -- in 
fact they are slightly titillated by the idea -- and the money's good, so 
they agree to be his models. What follows is an afternoon session of 
mom, grandmom, and kids bound in various ways, in various poses, all of 
it captured for posterity by the clicking camera.

Despite the scenario this wasn't a blackmail tale; everyone is generally 
satisfied with the experience, if a little surprised at their reactions to 
it. 
If there was a photographer around who actually did this sort of thing, 
a typical session with typical women *wound* unwind like this, down to 
the fine print and blushing and everything. A realistic fantasy, if 
fantasy it was, rather than a stylized one, one viewed through the lens 
of fiction. Whether it's really true or not is anyone's guess, but I think 
the writer was aiming for the feel of actual experience, and he or she 
succeeded.

Slightly squicky if you don't like incest, but in the end  good, naughty 
fun. Recommended.

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