gloomy sundae
Crab On The Rampage
dem in disguise; looking for something to suck
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Post by gloomy sundae on Dec 14, 2011 14:41:59 GMT
Chrissie The first in an occasional series (but you never know). Typed some of these for inclusion elsewhere before i figured that they really required their very own quarantine area. don't get too excited; we're not talking expletive-laden, hard core filth here, more a reprise of the mildly pervy fare to be found in a typical shudder pulp but minus - in most cases - the Scooby-Doo "It was the mayor dressed up in a giant octopus costume all along!" denouements. To our first kinky caper, and where better to start than the first issue (under that title, at least) of Robert C. Sproul's Web Terror Stories (Candar, August, 1962). Leslie Manette's The Girl In The Iron Collar reads like your everyday head-on collision of genres: SF, fantasy, S & M, even Gothic Romance of a particularly depraved hue - think H. G. Well's The Time Machine meets the agony column in Bizarre Doms & Subs and you're on the right lines. Despite all this, it is terrible, and not in a good sense, but if there is someone out there could cherish it as much as i do, then chances are they are to be found on this forum. gloomy/ dem Attachments:
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Post by Craig Herbertson on Dec 14, 2011 16:07:09 GMT
Leslie Manette's The Girl In The Iron Collar
Shocking, obvious, full of glaring stereotypes. virtually no plot, barely masked innuendo, cheap, tacky, pointlessly and needlessly perverse in a tawdry chauvinistic manner.
Loved it.
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Post by andydecker on Dec 14, 2011 18:48:01 GMT
Despite all this, it is terrible, and not in a good sense, but if there is someone out there could cherish it as much as i do, then chances are they are to be found on this forum. Thank you. And you are of course right. Not written very well and somehow slimy.
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Post by dem bones on Dec 15, 2011 21:07:21 GMT
Despite all this, it is terrible, and not in a good sense, but if there is someone out there could cherish it as much as i do, then chances are they are to be found on this forum. Thank you. And you are of course right. Not written very well and somehow slimy. Ha! That was like, a taster! The real slimy stuff occurs some issues later, but i've not yet typed that one out - it won't be 'til after christmas now. But one more to be getting along with ... Now, this story differs from The Girl In The Iron Collar on just about every level i can think of. Not only is it fairly restrained under the circumstances (no whips 'n chains), it's actually deeply unsettling, or see it seems to me. As you've no doubt guessed, we're talking 'Ralph Milne Farley's The House Of Ecstasy ... with a little help from Pans People. Attachments:
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Post by dem bones on Feb 20, 2012 9:25:43 GMT
Discipline was her only salary, complete obedience her only reward. Supposedly clued-in aficionados of esoteric literature tend to dismiss Robert C. Sproul's Web Terror Stories as just another compendium of mildly salacious filth masquerading as "horror fiction", but don't just take their word for it, read the likes of The Girl In The Iron Collar, My Love, The Monster or The Whipping Cure for yourself, and you'll soon discover they were right all along. Here's Laurence Frey with a cautionary tale for young women who have not yet taken the trouble to learn typing or stenography. That's me done my bit for Women In Horror Awareness Month for another year. Attachments:
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Post by Johnlprobert on Feb 20, 2012 9:42:48 GMT
Consider my morale well and truly boosted, and I haven't even downloaded the story...yet
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Post by Craig Herbertson on Feb 20, 2012 11:21:33 GMT
Consider my morale well and truly boosted, and I haven't even downloaded the story...yet Count me in Some things are on the to read pile and others are on the read now pile.
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Post by Craig Herbertson on Feb 20, 2012 11:32:29 GMT
“Dierdre,” she said, without any preliminaries at all. "You have no relatives, have you? No living relatives?"
General tip for young ladies. When asked this question by a host with 'glittering eyes' reply - 'hundreds and lots and lots of inquisitive friends'.
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Post by dem bones on Feb 20, 2012 18:17:25 GMT
glad you approve, gents. in case you're wondering what happened to number 3 in this exciting series, you'll find The Author's Tale, L. A. Lewis's bizarre story of swishy supernatural revenge, here. More distasteful hijinks to follow at a later date, etc.
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Post by dem bones on Sept 4, 2014 16:26:11 GMT
“Where are we, do you know?” he whispered to the girl. “Yes, I recognized the set. It’s an old one, seldom used now. At one time they used it for dungeon scenes. In fact, I used it in one of my previous pictures - 'The Slave of Desire.’”Norman Saunders Norman Maray - Death On The Set: ( Saucy Movie Tales, April 1936). A career female impersonator establishes an all-girl man-hating flagellation cult at Brandon studios, Hollywood, to satisfy his twisted lusts! Detective-Inspector Adams investigates. Even by Spicy standards, this story lacks a semblance of logic. Attachments:DEATH on the SET.pdf (247.93 KB)
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Post by Craig Herbertson on Sept 4, 2014 19:23:07 GMT
“Where are we, do you know?” he whispered to the girl. “Yes, I recognized the set. It’s an old one, seldom used now. At one time they used it for dungeon scenes. In fact, I used it in one of my previous pictures - 'The Slave of Desire.’”Norman Maray - Death On The Set: ( Saucy Movie Tales, January 1936). A career female impersonator establishes an all-girl man-hating flagellation cult at Brandon studios, Hollywood, to satisfy his twisted lusts! Detective-Inspector Adams investigates. Even by Spicy standards, this story lacks a semblance of logic. Again making my week with a classic Demism. That final summary of Death on the Set would get you a million dollar a year job as an adman
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Post by dem bones on May 19, 2015 8:52:41 GMT
We've not had a BAD SEX interlude in an age, so to get back on track, a double helping, both stories liberated with much love from the fabulous Java's Bachelor Pad, to whom, many thanks! The likes of Connie Sellers' The Feel Of Leather ( Adam, January, 1959) would soon become the stock in trade of the notorious Web Terror Stories once it dropped all pretence of being a supernatural/ fantasy digest. Perhaps closer in spirit to Vault's trad pulp horror kink is Robert Silverberg's The Werewolf Gambit ( Adam, Dec. 1957), which shares certain similarities with a well known Robert Bloch short. I blame The Sleazy Reader ....
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Post by Jojo Lapin X on May 19, 2015 14:59:07 GMT
Unusual! Stimulating!
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Post by Craig Herbertson on May 19, 2015 19:27:53 GMT
'The Feel of Leather' was wondrously simple and thoroughly enjoyable. I was never a massive fan of Silverberg though although he seems like a diamond geezer.
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Post by dem bones on May 20, 2015 16:06:22 GMT
If the stories reproduced on Javas Bachelor Pad are typical, then Adam's early forays into weird fiction are worth investigating. Glenn Llewellyn's Zelda (May, 1958. "Strange and delightful creature of space, she could become anything or anyone she wanted to ...") is a sexy sci-fi hunt story, featuring a beautiful, very willing prey. Equally cute, Martin Courtney's Once Upon A Witch (April, 1962. "Jack thought he knew all about magic, but a sexy doll named Maria taught him some bewitching tricks..."), where-in a stage magician learns better than to cheat on his glamorous new assistant. A year on from The Feel Of Leather, Connie Sellers was back with the macabre Try A Twisted Road (Feb. 1960) - a lust-crazed parlour-hypnotist abuses his mesmeric skills to deadly consequence. Other familiar contributors include Fredric Brown ( Rope Trick, May, 1959. Even a gifted Indian fakir can't raise the dead), and pulp legend Arthur J. Burks, ( The Yellow Girdle, Dec. 1953).
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