From alt.sex.movies Mon Apr 24 11:22:26 1995
From: [email protected] (Rio Maria)
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Subject: Review: Depraved Fantasies 3
Date: 26 Jul 1994 20:11:03 -0400
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I had high expectations for this one, given the over-the-top nature of the first
two editions and the outrageousness of the stuff from John T. Bone and
William Witrock of late. Alas, the quality continues to slip: #2 wasn't as wild as #1
(although the star, Ginger Bush, was just absolutely adorable IMO).
There are only three scenes in this one, all featuring an Asian lady
whose name I don't recall [Anabella]. She has fake boobs, but not super-inflated ones, and is quite
pretty. However, she seems to have lots of bruises, scars, and what may be
cigarette burns on her body, suggesting a pretty heavy participation in the
S&M scene, although I may be wrong about that.
In the first scene, she takes on three guys in a butcher shop. The main event
here is a triple penetration, first two in the vagina and one in the anus, then
two in the anus, one in the vagina. Expectably, it's pretty difficult for the
camera to adequately display a feat like this. The come shots are
dissapointing.
Next, the star and her friend (another Asian lady, with an exquisite, fuller
figure [Umma]) take on the she-male that's been appearing in Bone's recent films such
as Mr. Madonna and A Step Beyond. He passes fairly well for a woman, and
has a very large, functional penis, unlike most of the she-males in porn vids.
The real depravity here is the way the star's female friend seems to enjoy
having her breasts slapped quite vigorously, and often.
Finally, the star is married in Elvis' Chapel of Love, which culminates in
a typical gang bang. Also featured are the older, rather fat ladies that were
in Bone's Double Baggers [Kitty Foxx & Jenny Joyce]. It would have been a little more depraved if the
star had done some lez stuff with these less-than-gorgeous women, but she
steers clear of them. The dogs instead service Cal Jammer and some old
fellow in a wheel chair, who has a rather amusing reaction in the finale
when the studs keep spilling their seed on his legs.
In all a disappointment. I really like the format established in
Depraved Fantasies: having one woman in all the scenes going all out, and I'll be
ready to rent the next one if it's made. Bone & Witrock need to find someone who
can compete with Tammi Ann (of DF1) and bring Bionca and Debi Diamond back
into the mix. I think Marilyn Martyn would be an obvious choice, but I'd
really like to see Sarah Jane Hamilton, although she seems to have severed
her once nearly-exclusive relationship with Bone.
169 “I can arrange all that.” Such Apaches as had not gone back on the war-path returned to the States with the troops; but there were five months more of the outrages of Geronimo and his kind. Then in the summer of the year another man, more fortunate and better fitted to deal with it all, perhaps,—with the tangle of lies and deceptions, cross purposes and trickery,—succeeded where Crook had failed and had been relieved of a task that was beyond him. Geronimo was captured, and was hurried off to a Florida prison with his band, as far as they well could be from the reservation they had refused to accept. And with them were sent other Indians, who had been the friends and helpers of the government for years, and who had run great risks to help or to obtain peace. But the memory and gratitude of governments is become a proverb. The southwest settled down to enjoy its safety. The troops rested upon the laurels they had won, the superseded general went on with his work in another field far away to the north. The new general, the saviour of the land, was heaped[Pg 305] with honor and praise, and the path of civilization was laid clear. Parliament met on the 10th of January, 1765. The resentment of the Americans had reached the ears of the Ministry and the king, yet both continued determined to proceed. In the interviews which Franklin and the other agents had with the Ministers, Grenville begged them to point to any other tax that would be more agreeable to the colonists than the stamp-duty; but they without any real legal grounds drew the line between levying custom and imposing an inland tax. Grenville paid no attention to these representations. Fifty-five resolutions, prepared by a committee of ways and means, were laid by him on the table of the House of Commons at an early day of the Session, imposing on America nearly the same stamp-duties as were already in practical operation in England. These resolutions being adopted, were embodied in a bill; and when it was introduced to the House, it was received with an apathy which betrayed on all hands the profoundest ignorance of its importance. Burke, who was a spectator of the debates in both Houses, in a speech some years afterwards, stated that he never heard a more languid debate than that in the Commons. Only two or three persons spoke against the measure and that with great composure. There was but one division in the whole progress of the Bill, and the minority did not reach to more than thirty-nine or forty. In the Lords, he said, there was, to the best of his recollection, neither division nor debate! His cheek paled for an instant as the thought obtruded that the man might resist and he have to really shoot him. "Good, the old man's goin' to take the grub out to 'em himself," thought the Deacon with relief. "He'll be easy to manage. No need o' shootin' him." "Them that we shot?" said Shorty carelessly, feeling around for his tobacco to refill his pipe. "Nothin'. I guess we've done enough for 'em already." John Dodd, twenty-seven years old, master, part of the third generation, arranged his chair carefully so that it faced the door of the Commons Room, letting the light from the great window illumine the back of his head. He clasped his hands in his lap in a single, nervous gesture, never noticing that the light gave him a faint saintlike halo about his feathery hair. His companion took another chair, set it at right angles to Dodd's and gave it long and thoughtful consideration, as if the act of sitting down were something new and untried. "Besides," Norma said desperately, "they're only rumors—" "Oh, I've found a way of gitting shut of them rootses—thought of it while I wur working at the trees. I'm going to blast 'em out." During the next ten years the farm went forward by strides. Reuben bought seven more acres of Boarzell in '59, and fourteen in '60. He also bought a horse-rake, and threshed by machinery. He was now a topic in every public-house from Northiam to Rye. His success and the scant trouble he took to conciliate those about him had made him disliked. Unprosperous farmers[Pg 124] spoke windily of "spoiling his liddle game." Ditch and Ginner even suggested to Vennal that they should club together and buy thirty acres or so of the Moor themselves, just to spite him. However, money was too precious to throw away even on such an object, especially as everyone felt sure that Backfield would sooner or later "bust himself" in his dealings with Boarzell. "Let's go home," she said faintly—"it's getting late."