New Title: The Cult of Marx
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Welcome back! Summer has officially begun, and the annual light-hearted erotic romp is now in the can. Time to get back to the dark and dirty stuff. This release is sure a lot of both. But first, a word from Tori Hamlin.
Though it might sound like it's some sort of rail against Communism, it certainly is not. Marx, in this context, refers to Professor Jerry Marx. He's a man of learning, a man who recalls the days of such fine studies as The Stanford Prison Experiment with a touch of regret. Those were men that understood that the pursuit of learning sometimes meant bending a few rules.
Well, Professor Marx is about to bend (and break) a few of his own. In the abandoned Hamlin Hall dormitory, Marx is going to conduct a study of his own, using five of his female students. Under his strict guidance, these women will be taught to remember their place in the social hierarchy, as vessels for men.
Read on for the chapter breakdowns and previews below. Treat yourself to the trailer.
Professor Jerry Marx remembers a time when men of learning, of strength, were not so concerned with things like ethics. These were men who pushed the boundaries of science, gained knowledge about the human condition, and the world was better for it. They are men he understands, and admires.
He sees a world in which young women are not living. They are handed every advantage, and yet they have shunned their rightful place in the hierarchy in favor of flaunting their bodies for social media clout and money. They extract wealth from hard-working men, while pushing their vapid viewpoints onto the next generation. Someone needs to do something about it.
In the abandoned Hamlin Hall dormitory, Professor Marx is about to conduct his own study. Can these same women be brought to heel? Can a man, such as himself, set them right? Will they willingly fall back under the natural order, when separated from their social media hivemind, and shown the truth of the female purpose?
Five students will discover the answer to these questions in The Cult of Marx.
Length: 76,500 words
Kinks Served: Coercion, degradation, betrayal, manipulation, impregnation, group sex, authoritarian, breeding kink, incest, humiliation
Chapter Headings:
1.Intellectual Musings
2.Hamlin Hall
3.The Assignment
4.Authority
5.Mentoring
7.Therapy
8.Body Positivity
9.Demonstrations
10.Isolation
11.Legacy
12.Loyalty
13.Funding
14.Control
15.Doubt
16.Downfall
Preview from Chapter 11: Legacy
There were three cameras now.
Hannah saw them the instant she stepped inside: three tripods, wide apart, all pointed at the center of the battered, empty floor. The red lights blinked, already recording, already watching. The overhead bulb cast its flat yellow glare through the slow drift of dust, and the air was thick with the scent of old wood, damp, and something darker beneath it, something she refused to name. She went to the chair at the end, the one she always took, perching on the edge, arms folded tight over her oatmeal sweater, thighs pressed together under the long skirt. Her right hand found the gold cross at her throat and gripped it hard, before she even realized she was doing it.
Marx came in last and closed the door. The latch clicked. He did not sit. He stood at the front in a pressed shirt, the sleeves turned once at the cuff, a clipboard balanced in one hand, and let them settle before he spoke.
“We’re entering a new phase tonight,” he said in the low, even voice that filled the room without rising. “A more meaningful one. The most meaningful work we’ll do.” His eyes went around the half-circle of them, slow, settling. “Everything until now has been preparation. Honesty. Letting go of shame. Learning what your bodies are actually for.” A small pause. “From tonight, what we create here documents that. The natural purpose of a woman’s body. To be filled. To carry what comes next. Not described. Not simulated.” He let it land. “Real.”
The word sat in the room. Hannah’s breath had already gone shallow.
“You’ve heard me use a word these last weeks,” he went on, calm, the faint warmth touching his mouth. “Vessel. I haven’t explained it because you weren’t ready to understand it, and a thing understood too early is a thing rejected. But you’re ready now.” His voice did not change at all. “A woman is at her truest when she stops fighting what she’s made to carry. When she becomes a vessel for something larger than her own small life. That’s what we document tonight. For science. For the greater understanding of female nature under proper guidance. This is a milestone.”
He said it the way a man reads the next unit off a syllabus.
“Finally,” Stacy said, loud, stretching her arms over her head so her breasts pushed up against her tight top. “About fucking time. Thought we were gonna talk forever.”
Inez clapped, bouncing the smallest fraction in her seat, her face turning up toward the light. “Oh my god, okay,” she said, the accent rounding it soft and delighted. “Okay, yes.”
Bethy said nothing. She sat with her hands folded in her lap, her spine loose in a way it had never been loose before, and she nodded, small, accepting, the sarcasm gone out of her so completely that the nodding was the most chilling thing in the room. Kelly sat straight-backed and quiet, her eyes moving between Marx and the three blinking cameras, reading the angles, calculating, her face composed and gray. And Hannah gripped the cross until the edge cut white into her palm and dropped her gaze to the scarred floor and felt her own thighs press together, slow, one over the other, the heat blooming low and shameful before anything had even begun.
“Inez,” Marx said. “Come here.”
Inez went. She crossed into the center of the floor between the three lenses without hesitation, peeling her top off as she walked, dropping it, working the rest loose with the happy, practiced ease of someone who wanted to be watched. Marx looked at her the way he looked at a thing he was about to put to use, and he turned to the room.
“Look at her,” he said. “Look at this. Inez is a perfect vessel. Fertile. Eager. Naturally submissive, no resistance left in her at all.” Inez glowed under it, beaming, bouncing on her toes. “Watch how she accepts what she was made for.”
He took her from behind, bent over the back of a chair, one hand fisted in the blonde hair, and he pushed into her in one long shove that made the chair scrape on the boards, and her cunt took him to the hilt with a wet sound. Inez cried out, loud, pitched, theatrical, her sounds aimed straight at the nearest lens. He fucked her in hard, even strokes, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room, and his voice never changed, never rose above the measured instructional flatness, narrating it for the cameras and the watching girls.
“This is what it looks like,” he said, driving in, “when a woman understands her purpose. No shame. No fear. She offers herself up to be filled.” Another stroke, and Inez’s whole body jolted forward. “She thanks the man guiding her into it.”
“Thank you,” Inez moaned, instantly, on cue, her eyes glassy and fixed on the camera. “Thank you, oh my god, thank you—” and she kept saying it, kept performing it, her voice climbing, her hips pushing back to meet him.
Hannah could not look away.
She wanted to. She told herself to drop her eyes to the floor, but she could not. Her gaze locked on the wet rhythm of it, the place where his body met Inez’s, the sounds, the thank you, thank you. The word vessel turned somewhere under her own thinking, the way a hymn cycled, and a heat rose up through her so fast and total it left her dizzy. Her nipples drew up tight and hard and aching against the plain, thick bra. Her thighs pressed harder. And she was wet, soaked through her panties, slick and shameful, from nothing but watching, from the sound of it and the word, and her lips moved, the start of a prayer, Lord please, and it died before it could finish, dissolved on her tongue with him under it, and nothing came out.
She made herself look at the others instead.
Stacy watched with open competitive hunger, shifting in her seat, her own hand pressed flat to her thigh, wanting it, wanting to be next. Bethy sat with both hands pressed flat against her thighs and watched, with a still, focused readiness Hannah had never seen in her, eager to be useful, eager for the nod. And Kelly watched with her jaw tight and her eyes cutting again and again to the cameras, to the red lights, to the record of it.
Marx finished inside her with a low grunt, holding her hips flush against him as he pumped deep. Inez thanked him one more time, breathless, her voice catching on each pulse she felt. He laid a hand on her bare shoulder. “Beautifully done,” he told her, and she lit up even sweeter over the chair, fed.
Then he turned. “Bethy.”
She rose at once. He directed her. Hold this position, kneel here, touch here. And she complied without a flicker of hesitation, her movements quick and obedient, her eyes flicking up to his face after each one to find the small approving nod, and when it came her whole body eased with relief, the relief of the broken, and Hannah felt the cold thread of fear move through her chest watching the girl who used to make jokes work so hard to be told she’d done well.
Stacy inserted herself loudly, angling in, putting her body in the frame, demanding the lens, and Marx let her, used her, praised her energy. And then he drew Kelly in, light, careful, positioning her hands, having her touch, having her hold, keeping her in the shot, murmuring quiet, warm praise about her grace, her natural beauty, the rare composure she carried into everything. He did not push her further. Just enough to make her presence in the frame ordinary. Just enough to keep her there and pliant.
And Hannah sat at the end of the row with the cross cutting her palm and her cunt clenching on nothing and the haze thickening in her head, and she knew, the way she knew everything about him now, below speech, that he was saving her for last.
The Black Box: Volume 11
In this edition of The Black Box, you'll get the novel The Cult of Marx, and 5 included novellas. Each title is also available individually in the shop.
Professor Jerry Marx remembers a time when men of learning, of strength, were not so concerned with things like ethics. These were men who pushed the boundaries of science, gained knowledge about the human condition, and the world was better for it. They are men he understands, and admires.
He sees a world in which young women are not living. They are handed every advantage, and yet they have shunned their rightful place in the hierarchy in favor of flaunting their bodies for social media clout and money. They extract wealth from hard-working men, while pushing their vapid viewpoints onto the next generation. Someone needs to do something about it.
In the abandoned Hamlin Hall dormitory, Professor Marx is about to conduct his own study. Can these same women be brought to heel? Can a man, such as himself, set them right? Will they willingly fall back under the natural order, when separated from their social media hivemind, and shown the truth of the female purpose?
Five students will discover the answer to these questions in The Cult of Marx.
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Following a brawl with her liquored-up father, Lucia sustains a head injury that lands her in the hospital and her father in jail. The concussions leads to days of recovery, during which strange things begin to happen. Really strange. Like people start doing things when Lucia thinks about them.
The accident has done something inside her head, given her access to powers no one should have.
Once she's free of the hospital, Lucia sets off down the road with no destination in mind. Her only goal is to get as far away from her old life as possible. Using her new powers to compel others to help her, she ends up in a diner with a married man. And after compelling him to take her home, she never plans to leave.
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But Andrea has other plans. She wants to go to college, to become a vet, and help animals. The entire world, however, has other plans for Andrea. Her professors are holding her academic progress hostage. The student body has a betting pool on how long it will be before she gives in. For Andrea, there seems to be no escaping her inevitable fate as a porn princess.
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Cheater: Length-33,800 words (Kinks served: Cheating girlfriend, slut, cheating wife, cuckold) - Chad's got everything going for him. He's got a great job, good friends, and a nice little place with his ultra-hot girlfriend, Kristie. The problem is that Kristie is hot for everyone, and she loves the thrill of cheating on her oblivious boyfriend in near-miss situations. Whether it's Chad's best friend during a fooball game, or her boyfriend's boss while he's stuck in traffic, Kristie is more than willing to cross lines.
With her wedding looming on the horizon, though, Kristie's cheating ways are about to cross every line there is. Her boyfriend's brother. His father. His coworkers. His friends, and even resort-goers. Is there any stopping this cheating girlfriend from going behing her oblivious boyfriend's back?
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Now Kelly has 3 days to convince her brother that she should be his new roommate.
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