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Subject: {ASSM} {REVIEW} The Annex Reviews 2/21/03
Date: Sat, 22 Feb 2003 01:10:04 -0500
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The Annex Reviews, 2/8/03
by Lady Cyrrh (ladycyrrh@aol.com)
Website: http://members.aol.com/ladycyrrh 




The stories:

She Was Beautiful (Lost Boy): M/F, F/F, oral, 
    petrification, myth

Ganymede (Nathan Foster): M/M, petrification, myth

Plain Brown Wrapper (Sara H): F/F, mc, toys, slave

Incubustular Seduction (Jennieigh): M/F, rom

Slavery (spycexxx): M/F, bond, slave




She Was Beautiful [A] 
Where found: Lostboy's Stories
URL: http://www/asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/lostboy/www
Author: Lostboy 
Type: M/F, F/F, oral, petrification, myth

There's a type of sex stories known as ASFR wherein 
people are turned into, or are turned on by, statues, 
robots, mannequins, and other human-shaped objects. It's 
a wide-ranging subgenre that combines aspects of mc, 
transformation, and bondage fetish fiction with fantasy, 
horror, and SF themes; most popular among the 
petriphiles (as the turned-into-a-statue faction is 
known) is the Greek legend of Medusa. She's the gal with 
snakes on her head who likes to get her visitors stoned, 
permanently that is.

In this story a young man becomes fascinated by a 
beautiful female sculptor named Euryale, only to 
discover too late that being her model means being 
turned permanently into one of her artworks. 
Interestingly, she goes about it not with her hair but 
her mouth:

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Euryale quietly inspected the image of her party lover, 
gave him a gentle kiss on the lips, then knelt down in 
front of him. Opening her mouth, she slid down over the 
engorged stone penis. Closing her eyes and sighing, she 
slowly bobbed her lips up to the stony tip, and then 
down to the curly base of the statue, again and again. 
Jiri could do nothing but watch in sensual apprehension, 
and could see her tongue working on the marble, every 
now and again her throat swallowing, as if she were 
drawing some vital essence from the statue, her arms 
wrapped around the stone buttocks, stroking and pressing 
the cold stone. 
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

This story was more delicately and creatively written 
than most of the ASFR fiction I've read, dwelling on the 
sensations and feelings of the male victim involved. 
Refreshingly it was a love story instead of one of those 
"Ha-ha! GOTCHA!" ones that revel in the victim's fate, 
which usually ends with them on sale, as a statue, in a 
sex-art gallery in Amsterdam. Sort of a love story, that 
is: the mind control component was very strong, 
indicating the gorgon does more than a little magic to 
lure her victims to their fate. But in the end, both 
stoner and stonee are happy with it.



Ganymede [A-/B+] 
Where posted: ASSGM
When posted: 11/28/2000
Author: Nathan Foster
Author address: NathanFost@aol.com 
Type: M/M, petrification, myth

This story was also ASFR, in its way, though no magic or 
gorgons were involved. A gay elderly sculptor with a 
thing for Greco-Roman statuary sees a good-looking young 
man enter his garden and walk amongst his creations. The 
intrudor seems to appreciates them as much as the 
sculptor does; he shows his ardor, in fact, by lubing up 
and impaling himself on a nearby marble phallus for lots 
of squishy anal sex. The youngster returns the next week 
for another visit, and then another; but this time the 
sculptor confronts him, presenting him with a marble 
phallus carved expressly for his pleasure:

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
...he stretched open his jaw  to its widest possible and 
tried to take the full girth of the thing into his  
mouth. He struggled and grunted as his jaw almost 
dislocated to get round the  width of it, he looked like 
a python trying to swallow a large meal, but he  made 
it. I doubted that he could breathe much with such a 
monster in his  throat but it was a long time before 
that seemed to bother him. Once he had  the width and 
cold weight of the cock inside his mouth, his eyes 
closed in a  blissful release and he lay still for some 
time, feeling the thing inside his  mouth.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

After that there's a three-way between sprite, sculptor, 
statue, and dildo, in which the writer's love for marble 
comes through loud and clear.

This was a good, unusual story, but more porn/fetish 
than ASFR.



Plain Brown Wrapper [A+] 
Where found: Sara H - Sapphic Dreams
URL: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Sara_H/www/
Author: Sara H 
Type: F/F, mc, toys, slave

I've been meaning to review Sara H for a while; like 
Trilby Else, she specializes in MC stories, specifically 
F/F mind control stories, a genre which is fast becoming 
one of my favorites. 

Jeanine is a hard-working receptionist for a prestigious 
law firm and completely average in every way, except she 
lets herself be talked into ordering a complicated sex 
toy from a persuasive co-worker. The contraption 
consists of "a dildo, butt plug, tiny nipple cups, 
sitting among a few other things that weren't familiar 
at all" which the protagonist eagerly applies to 
herself, only to be disappointed:

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
After carefully checking again where everything went, 
and inserting the various plugs into the proper places 
in the Control Unit, she finally reached out, and with a 
last moment of resolution, turned on the power.

She closed her eyes and waited, her lips twitching 
nervously, body trembling.

She tensed as the control unit began to hum and then... 
then...

Nothing.

Not one jolt. Not one hint of anything.

*Shit,* she muttered under her breath.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Seems, in her eagerness, she's neglected to read the 
instructions, a trait many of us who purchase new 
computers and DVD players have in common. This was 
perhaps the most amusing part of the whole story -- 
grappling with complicated technology that promises 
wonders, if only we get it working properly.

In the end she has no choice but to watch the 
instructional video that came with the device ("My 
name's Christy, and I'll be showing you how to properly 
set up your Modulator!") not realizing that it's part of 
a recalibration process in which her mind is altered, 
via the mind-blowing orgasms of "The Control Unit," to 
become the perfect slave slut. More amusement follows 
when, after fucking herself silly with the device, she 
returns to work:

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
*My work is a prison. A nightmare,* she thought
blandly. Funny, she'd always liked it, but today it was 
as if she were seeing it with open eyes for the very 
first time.

Alice and Dee, the office whores, walked by and smiled 
at her. She smiled back, barely managing to keep it from 
falling into an open sneer. Bitches. Funny she'd never 
seen it before. She'd even thought of them as friends.

But now, she could see it all. She was surrounded by 
nothing but fuckers and fuckees. Coworkers. Useless 
maggots... The phone rang. She answered. "Nipples on 
fire, how may I help you?"  she asked cheerfully.

"What?" said an incredulous voice on the other end of 
the line.

"Bickels-McGuire," she repeated.

"Oh... yes... Mr. McGuire, please."

"May I ask who he's balling?" inquired Jeanine, sweetly.

"Excuse me?"

"May I ask who's calling," repeated Jeanine, starting to 
sound very perturbed.

By the time lunch rolled around, she was history.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Heee!

After another session with the machine her 
transformation is complete: she becomes the slave of the 
co-worker who enticed her into ordering the device. The 
kicker comes when that it's revealed that her Mistress 
is in fact the slave of someone else, all of them 
trapped in the web of the Device.

This was a hot, amusing, and very well done story. This 
author did not go as up close and personal with her main 
character as Trilby Else does, neither did she go the 
more generic but equally sympathetic route of Farleven. 
Her character was a sort of everywoman, and her story 
was told in a firm yet slightly detached way, allowing 
us to enjoy what happens to her without getting too 
upset about the nastiness of her fate. A lighter sort of 
mc fare, but still and very entertaining.



Incubustular Seduction [C] 
Where posted: ASSM 
When posted: 2/4/03 
Author: Jennieigh
Author address: clitteigh@yahoo.com 
Type: M/F, rom

I'm a bad person sometimes. There's absolutely no reason 
for me to take the time and energy to read a story like 
this and rag it, but I do, and it gives me some 
satisfaction. Not to mention a chuckle.

The story was one of those first person ones where a 
narrator describes the sexual actions of a you-addressed 
lover upon her. Some fanfic writers have taken to 
calling these stories ABH, or anywhere-but-here, because 
they try so hard to put the read in the middle of the 
action, and fail. The female narrator is sleeping 
snuggly in bed when her "incubus" enters glad in a 
pajama top and green silk boxers. (There goes a whole 
grade, right there.) He watches her for a long moment, 
though how she can know this when she is still deep in 
REM sleep is a mystery. Then he climbs in, pushing his 
"member into the cleft of my soft alabaster buttocks" 
while "sleepily, unresisting, I follow your directions. 
My eyes seem but slits, barely seeing. My mind does not 
yet comprehend what is happening." Well if so, smarty 
pants, then how can you tell us the story?

The quotes above are actually pretty indicative of the 
rest of the writing, which was all fluttery sensation 
mixed with high romance, purple enough to make Prince 
blush. Here's a selection:

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
"My breasts rise and fall, the rosy nipples, still 
standing hard and distended, twin daggers stabbing at 
the darkness."

"Your oral muscle is as an extension of your cock, 
slipping into my wet slit ... and ... now you're slowly 
licking me, from my secret anus, along my perineum to my 
hypersensitized clit!" 

" As your tongue darts repeatedly into my flesh and 
folds, your hands massage my flat belly ... fingers 
circle my navel's cup ... and I writhe and moan ... as 
you spit forth a single pubic hair ..." (Oooh, a pubic 
hair caught in your teeth... sexy)

"Butterflies and faintness nearly overcome me as my 
green eyes fix themselves on your beautiful, swollen, 
palpitating penis." (Did Mariah Carey write this?)

"Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ... aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," we cry in 
unison as your cockhead flares out and spills the warm 
cream from your precious testicles. Holding each other 
as if for dear life, we revel in our simultaneous 
sensations ... Yes! I feel your jets of semen splash my 
insides! Your sperm, YOUR seed! My gift!"  
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Bad writing! Bad! Lots of... ellipses...like this... not 
to mention that silly title! YES! Aaaghhhhhhhh! 



Slavery [C+] 
Where posted: ASSM 
When posted: 2/5/03 
Author: spycexxx
Author address: spycexxx@excite.com 
Website: http://www.SinfulStories.com
Type: M/F, bond, slave

Here's another of those "you are there" stories. This 
time you-the-reader, a trim woman garbed in white, joins 
several other woman for a limousine ride to a special 
retreat for female subs. With keen eyes they watch a 
video that instructs them thusly:

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Each slave and master is accorded a rank.  Slave ranks 
are symbolized by the color of their collars. Green 
being the lowest, blue being the next highest, followed 
by yellow, red, black, then gold.  A slave wearing the 
gold collar my command any other slave, but is still 
subject to the lowest ranking master.  Masters are 
denoted by the color of footwear, or ankle bracelets.  
Their color-ranks correspond to the slave colors, with 
green at the bottom and Gold at the top.  There is one 
exception.  There may be a master wearing black, but 
with diamonds on the bracelet or shoes. These are grand-
masters, subject to no one. The number of diamonds 
signify their ranks, but they are all essentially equal.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Sheesh, I'm falling asleep already. 

The rest of the story was okay -- meaning average -- but 
severely hampered by that silly you-the-protagonist 
tone, and long passages given over to what color collars 
everyone is wearing and why. Everything about the 
retreat is far more fussier and tedious than anything 
real people, even subs, could be expected to put up 
with. Not only that, the writer misspelled "tongue" 
throughout the entire story ("Tounge her cunt," she told 
Marlene, and you felt just the tip of the girl's tounge 
against your labia. You moan, and wonder why she hasn't 
shoved that tounge deep inside your cunt. "Stretch that 
tounge.  Reach for her juicy cunt with your tounge." 
Mistress Olivia says and now you understand. You are 
just barely in reach, and that beautifully long tounge 
can barely touch your aching pussy.") 

I wonder if they met any tounge lizards on the way. Or 
put their feet up in a comfy tounge chair. 


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