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The Annex Reviews, 3/23/03
by Lady Cyrrh (ladycyrrh@aol.com)
Website: http://members.aol.com/ladycyrrh 




The stories:

Slave Sale - BDSM (Argus): M/F, bond, slave, pierce

The Virgin Sacrifice (Punchinello): M/F, F/F, bond, 
pulp, action-adventure

Chattel Acres (Anonymous): M/F, slave, cow, pierce, 
brand, lact, cannib, snuff

Ugly: A Monster's Story (Storyace): M/F, cons, wife

Website Review: The Purple Herald



Slave Sale - BDSM [A] 
Where posted: ASS 
When posted: 12/5/02
Author: Argus 
Poster: Pentland
Poster address: pentland@bdsmbooks.com 
Type: M/F, bond, slave, pierce

My, what's to do when you're a gorgeous 19-year-old 
who's been kidnapped and sold into sex slavery? Not 
much, except to squat with your hoo-hoo impaled on a 
lubricated metal rod as would-be purchasers diddle your 
clit.

If you like the idea of naked women pumping themselves 
up and down like oversexed carousel ponies you'll like 
this story, which is actually an excerpt from a 
published BDSM novel. Though it didn't say anything new 
to me beyond that one memorable slave-pump scene, the 
excerpt did compare favorably with the amateur erotica 
I've read, though the voice was less distinct... not 
surprising because it is, after all, a commercial piece, 
and thereby trying to appeal to the broadest taste. 
Still worth a look, though.




The Virgin Sacrifice [A-] 
Where posted: ASSM 
When posted: 2/4/03
Author: Punchinello 
Author address: punchinello@pulperotica.com 
Author website: http://www.pulperotica.com
Type: M/F, F/F, bond, pulp, action-adventure

Here's another girl-in-peril story, this one by an 
author who seems to be trying to create an entirely new 
genre: pulp erotica, a homage to action-adventure 
magazines of the 1930s and 40s spiced up with a modern 
sexual explicitness. I suspect the covers of the 
magazines (which, nine times out of ten, featured some 
screaming young woman bound and imperiled) have 
contributed more to such a revival than the contents, 
which are almost unreadable by today's standards. 

The author announces the setting in the beginning as 
"The Amazon jungle, 1937." Luscious young virgin Mary 
Elizabeth Austin has been captured by a neo-Aztec Indian 
tribe known as the Mazketl (though what they're doing in 
the Amazon Basin, thousands of miles away from their 
Central American origins, is unknown) and is about to be 
sacrificed to the gods. The whole story is, in fact, an 
extended description of this setup: the helplessness of 
the girl, the impassivity and cruelty of the natives, 
combine with the sexual aspects of the ritual itself to 
create a word-picture that struck me as an attempt to 
make one of those lurid covers come to life:

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> 
The beautiful young white girl stood silent beside the 
high priest Tiucuaan. Her nakedness before the crowd was 
now seemingly a natural condition, with only the 
faintest leftover sensation of indignity. She stood 
straight and tall, as she had been taught, her small 
breasts pointing proudly, her hands dangling casually at 
her sides instead of self-consciously covering the 
blonde thatch of womanly curls between her shapely 
thighs. The high priest made a long declaration in his 
native tongue, half praise and half prayer to Ixitotl, 
who had brought this foreign girl to them for use as a 
sacrifice. Then he took Mary by the shoulders and gently 
pressed her down to sit upon the altar. He turned her 
about and lay her down fully on the hard stone. She 
being several inches taller than the traditional virgin 
sacrifice, the girl's slender legs extended slightly 
over the end.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> 

She's rescued in the nick of time; this is no darkfic 
tale.

I thought the story entertaining but not very engaging. 
I wouldn't read it again, for example, even though I'm 
inclined to like trashy pulp tales. I think the problem 
was it was too polite. It wasn't outrageous enough, or 
porny enough, or cruel enough, or ironic enough; it 
reminded less of an original story and more of fanfic, 
where the writer is embellishing on and going deeper 
into a particular scene from a favorite movie or TV show 
for a fellow fan, the consumer of such media. As such 
it's odd beast neither fowl nor fish. This is one story 
where a touch of self-conscious parody is needed, as in 
AFresh Sto's "XXPulp: Earth vs. Tyranno-X" (8/10/02 
reviews). Nevertheless, the fantasy did do a fair 
evocation of a 1930s pulp story, if perhaps less purple 
(and less fun) than the original. 




Chattel Acres [A+] 
Where posted: ASS 
When posted: 1/15/99
Author: Anonymous
Poster: Nobody 
Poster address: none@nowhere.com
Type: M/F, slave, cow, pierce, brand, lact, cannib, 
snuff

This story may the ultimate girl-in-peril one, and a 
candidate for the ultimate girl-as-livestock one as 
well. It's from way back when, 1999 to be precise, 
posted to ASS newsgroup only as an attached text file 
bearing the cryptic title "This group needs some 
stories." There's no author credit attached, which is a 
shame, as I'd really like to know who wrote it. Whoever 
it is, male or female, they have a detailed, fevered 
imagination for dystopian slave fiction rivaling that of 
Neuralmancer and Joshua Ryan: "Everyone's heard about 
Chattel Acres by now, but nobody knows the whole story. 
Well, almost nobody. You see, we did a real good job on 
the cleanup. If it hadn't been for that one damn news 
helicopter's footage, the story probably would never had 
made the news. But it did, and the Acres decided to make 
one last profit by taking advantage of the publicity to 
sell this story." 

And what a story it is... hapless female captives 
ruthlessly exploited for sex, snuff entertainment, human 
milk (through lactation drugs) and forced pregnancies 
for black market baby adoptions. New arrivals get the 
full slave treatment (collaring, branding -- both cheeks 
-- and nipple and labia piercings) and are milked with 
sadistic humor described as thus:

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> 
The milking was the most pleasurable part of a cow's 
life at Chattel Acres, and something the whole herd 
looked forward to each day. One reason was that by the 
time they got to the milking parlor, their tits were 
rather painfully swollen with milk. The other was that 
the act of having the milk sucked from them was 
pleasurable and with the vibrating shaft working in and 
out of their cunts, they often had orgasms just from 
being milked. We had found that contented females give 
more milk, which is something dairymen have known for 
centuries.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> 

Later, when the slaves' usefulness is over, they give up 
their skin ("tanned and used to produce a leather which 
was the finest and most supple anywhere"), their edible 
flesh ("very special bratwurst made right there at the 
farm"), and even the hair from their heads, which is 
sold for wigs. At this point the story takes a serious 
turn into snuff and cannibalism as a human cow's last 
moments are vividly described and a decadent couple 
purchase another two cows to be heavily tortured, then 
barbecued together over a firepit. 

Not for everyone (and I hope not) but if you like your 
reading material to go to extremes, you can't get any 
more extreme than this.




Ugly: A Monster's Story [A+] 
Where posted: ASSM 
When posted: 2/4/03
Author: Storyace 
Author address: storyace@hotmail.com 
Author website: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/aceinthe_hole/www
Type: M/F, cons, wife

Here's a story told from the viewpoint of the monster, a 
human one, who sexually menaces a young human female. 
The narrator is a 'coyote' who smuggles illegal aliens 
into the United States for a hefty fee. An accident has 
left his face horribly scarred and cut off his right arm 
below the elbow. As such, he has no recourse but to 
visit prostitutes to have healthy sex life (if one can 
consider such a practice an element of a healthy sex 
life.) One day an educated couple and their children 
come to him wanting his services, and he is struck by 
the deep bonds of love between them. Finally 
acknowledging what he so deeply wants, he cuts a deal 
with them to have the wife serve as his "mistress" for 
four days:

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> 
Her name was Elizabeth, and during those four days, she 
did try her best to honor her side of the bargain. But 
the reality is, love cannot be traded, love cannot be 
sold.

Oh, sex is no problem.  Sex can be performed, but love 
is more subtle, it does not bend to the will of man.

Elizabeth cooked for me, she washed my clothes, she 
cleaned my house.  She performed the duties of wife.  
Yes, all the duties of wife... I had resolved that by 
the end of the four days, at least she should not hate 
me.  Love was out of the question, I'm not a fool.  But 
if I could keep house with this good woman for four 
days, and at the end she should not hate me, that would 
be something.  Something small perhaps, something 
insignificant to you readers, whole of body and mind. 
But for me, something to cherish.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> 

However, the brief affair has consequences he didn't 
foresee, and the story took off in another direction 
altogether, surprising me. Nothing is resolved in a 100% 
happy way, yet it's very true to life, where there are 
gradations of relative happiness rather than absolute.

This was an excellent story, a bit rough in the first 
quarter (where there were more than a few grammar and 
spelling errors) yet it kept me reading. I was drawn 
into it by the author's total sympathy with his 
character, who is dignified, not self-pitying, yet very 
aware of what he lacks. I also liked the story's 
structure, which for a change was not linear (as the 
previous three stories were, and most of porn is) but 
jumped back and forth in time, comparing and 
contrasting; a little confusing to read at first, but 
very effective for the tale that was being told. 




Website Review: The Purple Herald
URL: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/PurpleHerald/www
Owner: The Purple Herald
Date reviewed: 3/24/03

The Purple Herald has come up with a different twist on the 
writer-as-persona: he or she writes under a variety of 
different names, each nom-de-plume serving as the narrator of 
that story. At the same time an upper level identity known as 
the Purple Herald is maintained, whose creative goals are put 
forth in a manifesto on the site. It's a different way of 
writing fiction, one which allows the stories to be 
interconnected rather than a random agglomeration. Such 
connections consists of mentions to a mysterious double-
penised god of lust, strange spells and compacts, and the 
color purple as a symbol of raw erotic desire.

Despite the pseudo-scholastic tone of the manifesto I don't 
think it quite gels, seeming, to me at least, to be a partial 
ripoff of H.P. Lovecraft's Cthulhu mythos (especially in the 
mentions of ancient gods and the Purple Book, which is all 
too transparently globbed from the Necronomicon and other 
imaginary tomes) yet the fiction is very good, a thinking 
adult's erotica. The author first showed up on my radar with 
"Taste of What You Want" (7/10/02 reviews) which, though it 
left me unsatisfied, inspired me to explore other stories by 
the author, and on their site I've found several gems that 
might, in fat, stand as classics of their kind.

In "The Stroke Club" (patterned after Fight Club?) the 
narrator visits a swingers' club set up, like so many 
swinger's clubs, in an average suburban household on the edge 
of town, run by average, if slightly different, managers (a 
family of hard-working Native Americans.) The purpose of the 
club is for two men and two women to loll around on 
barcaloungers masturbating in front of each other, all the 
while noting each others' reactions. No touching is 
permitted, but the voyeurism aspect is satisfying enough for 
the participants. It's a whopper of a idea, and is 
beautifully detailed, the author having an excellent touch at 
portraying the sexual aspects of everyday life and giving 
them a slight turn that pushes them towards the bizarre.

In other stories, the bizarre takes on the comfy aspect of 
the normal and mundane. In "Crystal Impalement" a woman 
recently broken up with her sex-addict boyfriend receives a 
beautifully fashioned crystal dildo as parting gift from him. 
The total inappropriateness of the gift, and her disgust with 
him, isn't enough to prevent her from giving it a test run, 
and what follows is the most erotic description of a glass 
dildo I've seen:

>>>>>>
As unique as it was, it was already turning me on.  It was 
exotic and a little naughty.  Crystal shouldn't be used for 
things like this. Crystal was meant for wine glasses and 
delicate works of art, maybe that was what was arousing me. 
So sitting on my bed I spread my legs and placed the tip 
against my pussy.  It felt warm and I prepared 
myself for a few moments by rubbing it against the lips of my 
sex.  I enjoyed just looking at the thing as it was about to 
enter me.  It had a faint purple tint to it that I hadn't 
noticed before and for some reason, that just made me more 
wet.

    I parted my lips with my fingers and slipped the tip of 
the dildo into me.  Good God, it was so thick!  My lips 
stretched to take it in and I shuddered as I kept pushing.  
The dildo expanded me from the inside, pushing and filling me 
with a liquid smoothness that plastic could never compete 
with.  Slowly I kept pushing it inside me and it was a guilty 
satisfaction I felt when I had pushed all of it inside me.

    That's when I felt a pulse.  It might have been from my 
stuffed pussy, clenching in tense delight.  I didn't think it 
could have come from the crystal dildo because the thing was 
transparent and I didn't see any machinery inside it.  All I 
know is that something pulsed once and the feeling had almost 
brought me to climax right there.

    My fingers couldn't hold the dildo anymore because most 
of it was inside me. What I could do though was push at it 
with my fingers, and my natural resistance would push it 
slightly back out. It was only a slight movement but God, it 
was wonderful.  I looked down at my pushed apart lips and 
wondered what it would look like from down there.  Just 
seeing the small end of the dildo emerging and then returning 
from my pussy was driving me crazy.  

I had never been filled so completely before and the crystal 
was as warm as flesh inside me.  Little shocks were running 
through my body; exciting my nipples all the way down to my 
curling toes.
>>>>>

Whew! I'll be rereading that one for a long, long time.

Later it comes out the dildo is magical, entrapping her, and 
events come to a head and end rather quickly. I usually rag 
on stories for being too long, but this is one case where 
more would have been better: three times as long, giving more 
setup, detail, and resolution to the tense situation between 
these two characters.

The strongest of the three I read, in my opinion, was "What 
Bad Girls Want." Bad girls, the narrator informs us, "... 
glowed like brilliant stars to my eyes. These were whom I 
hunted. These were the women who searched for me when they 
tortured their husbands. These are the teases that leave 
their top buttons undone in the office. These are the women 
who refuse to swallow for their boyfriends but happily suck 
down the man next door." The narrator makes it his business 
to locate such nefarious females, seduce them, and humiliate 
them in a game of sexual one-upmanship to see which gender 
can be the most treacherous, the most conniving and 
erotically controlling. In the end the chosen bad girl victim 
is rode hard and put away wet, robbed, rendered half-naked, 
and cold-cocked (cold-cunted?) while the narrator goes about 
his merry way feeling he performed a public service.

In spite of its brevity this was a very complex story, 
dwelling on sexual rage, sexual attraction to the taboo, and 
male-female sexual rivalry, all infused with a near-
combustible erotic danger that made all of this a real turn-
on. It annoyed me at first for its exaggerated notions of 
bad-girl behavior (that they systematically torture the male 
who "possesses" them by catting around with everyone else) 
until I realized the story was a sort of magic realism, a 
funhouse mirror that exaggerated yet reflected certain ugly 
truths. A very good, thought-provoking story that'll get an 
award this year. 

I liked all these stories a lot and rate them A+ for being 
memorable reads that will stick with me for a long time. To 
be frank, however, I don't quite think the overarching 
elements of the sex god and Purple Book were needed in any of 
them. The stories were strong enough to stand on their own 
merits, and though the mentions didn't really hurt, they did 
scream "HP Lovecraft pastiche!" at me every time I saw them. 
If this writer does intend to go pro -- and by the quality of 
the prose, he or she might -- I think they should be excised, 
as they weren't strong enough to merit a horror theme, or 
subtle enough to be throwaway mentions. For that matter, the 
different pseudonyms for each story aren't really needed 
either; they don't detract, but they add anything, either. 
They are also confusing for a reviewer such as myself (I 
credited the author's first story to its narrator and not the 
Purple Herald) a mistake that may be inconsequential now, but 
disastrous in the future when a publisher or editor comes a' 
knockin'.

In sum, quirky, thought-provoking, and strongly recommended. 


Interface: A
Content: A + 
Will I visit again: Yes.

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