New Title: The Free Use Feminist + Black Box 2
- Tori Hamlin
- Jul 26
- 9 min read
Welcome back, everyone! It's release day once more, and if you're looking for something dark for your weekend, this is it. I mentioned in my previous post that I had a few dark ones in the works, and this will be the second. A warning right off, if noncon content isn't your thing, skip this one. This story is very heavy on non-consent.
Black Room members, this title is available to download now on the member downloads page. This title is also included in the new collection, The Black Box Vol. Two, alongside some other curated stories from May to June, from The Black Room.
Let's get right into it! Do you like tales of lesbian feminists, blackmailed into submission? Do you enjoy stories of betrayal, terribly family members, and reluctance? If so, you have likely read a Tori Hamlin tale or two.
This story follows the utter ruin of Claira, an award-winning feminist author and lesbian darling. Claira's latest book, Pigs of the Patriarchy, is a complete flop. Rather than pay her ghostwriter for a second publishing success, Claira thinks she has the talent to do it herself. She is incorrect.
Not only has Claira's book made her a mockery online, but her credit cards are maxed, and she's been caught "borrowing" money from her charity for abused women. The man holding that special ace card is Byron Maxwell, a constant target of Claira's misandrist rants. Byron is a man with influence, with money, with his pudgy fingers in everyone's pie. And he didn't get there by discarding useful tools.
Claira is one such tool. She might be down on her luck, sure, but Byron has the means to change that. He can lift her up, help repair her image, even jumpstart her career, and clear her debts. There are just a few things Claira will need to do for his generosity.
One: Sign a free use agreement giving him access to her body.
Two: Participate in his self-funded "resexualization" study.
Three: Publish dirt on his business rivals. Oh, and said dirt may need to be gotten through... unethical means.
Finally: Betray everything and everyone she loves. Her values. Her family. Her cute Asian girlfriend. Herself.
But at the end of the road, there is a reward. Claira gets to stay out of jail, achieve success like she's never known, and learn how to navigate the world with the sharks who control it.
The only question is, what choice will Claira make?
Kinks Served: Reluctance, noncon, incest, oral, humiliation, degradation, orientation kink, drugging, voyeurism, somnophilia, blackmail, female chastity, girl/girl.
Various other minor releases are now available, individually or in The Black Box Volume Two, including:
The Tyrant: 16K words - Cassandra is bitchy boss, but when her coworkers spike her coffee with a potent aphrodisiac, she finds herself turned into the office plaything.
Tessa's Training: 26K words - Plagued by rumors of his small endowment, Jake's sister, Tessa, begins training him to become an oral expert.
Hypno Clinic Catastrophe: 19K words - Dr. Clara Bennett, a psychiatrist with a brilliant mind, is obsessed with perfecting a hypnotic audio for therapy in her modern clinic. When she accidentally triggers a subliminal file laced with bimbofication triggers, her intellect dissolves, leaving behind a sex-crazed bimbo.
Faith and Temptation: 15K words - Allison doesn't want to be a sinner. She doesn't want to like taking it in the backdoor. Blessed with the kind of posterior that would make Jesus weep, Allison just can't help herself. As soon as someone grabs her booty, she'll take what they have to give, even if she doesn't want it.
Eviction Notice: 14K words - Desperate and jobless, Tessa learns to pay the rent with the only thing she has.
Final warning: Nonconsensual preview content ahead
Story Length: 56K words
Chapter Headings:
Ruin
The Clinic
Betrayal
The Pastor
Ambition
Corrupt
Toothpaste
The Monster
Sick
Claira's Connections
Into the Fold
12. Oh, Brother
Claira's Choice
The Day After
Excerpt: Chapter Eight - The Monster
Yuri's hand slid under her skirt, feeling for her pussy, then pulled away abruptly. "Shit," she whispered, her lips brushing Claira's ear. "It's true. When are you going to learn, girl?"
She shook her head, disappointment and amusement mingling in her expression, then led Claira out of the elevator and down the hall to Byron's office.
The moment she entered, Claira's eyes locked on the wall monitor. The screen showed her living room, the feed from one of Byron's spy cameras. Her breath caught in her throat.
Kiko was on the couch, a game controller dangling from her limp fingers. Her head lolled to one side, eyes half-closed, clearly fighting the drowsiness from the drugged toothpaste. A second camera showed Will at the dining room table, pretending to work but obviously distracted, one hand rubbing his crotch beneath the table.
Byron greeted her as casually as if they were meeting for coffee, not watching surveillance footage of her home like some twisted voyeur. He reached for the remote, but Claira stopped him, her voice small and hoarse.
"Wait."
Byron grinned, shark-like. "Have to know, huh? It's like a little soap opera, isn't it?"
Claira felt a mixture of disgust and self-loathing, but the curiosity was overwhelming. She had to see what would happen. Had to know if Will would cross that line.
Yuri joined her on the couch, arm sliding around her shoulders, hand cupping one of her breasts. She leaned in, lips brushing Claira's ear.
"What do you think he'll do?" Yuri whispered. "Is your brother a good man?"
Claira gulped, her mouth dry. "He won't do it," she said weakly, not believing it herself.
"Really?" Yuri's voice was soft, teasing. "What did he do to you last night, Claira?"
Claira blushed furiously, knowing Yuri and Byron had seen everything—Will jerking off over her sleeping form, cumming on her face, her letting him do it.
"You didn't stop him, did you?" Yuri pressed. "Why not?"
Claira shook her head, confused. She didn't know why she'd pretended to sleep through it. She could have said something, could have stopped him. Instead, she'd let him finish, let him spray jizz all over her face like she was nothing but a cum tribute print-out.
On the monitor, the controller slipped from Kiko's hand. Her head fell back against the couch, eyes closing completely. She was out, just like Claira had been the night before.
Claira knew exactly how deep that sleep was. She'd fucked Kiko with the strap-on last night, and Kiko hadn't even stirred. The memory made her cunt throb against the metal of the belt.
Her eyes flicked to the second camera. Will was up now, pacing in the dining room, his erection tenting his pants. He splashed water from the sink on his face, like a man trying to wash away temptation.
Byron sat on Claira's other side, casual as a friend at a movie night. He reached over and cupped her breast, squeezing it through her blouse. Yuri did the same on the other side. Claira groaned, her body responding even as her mind recoiled.
"Your pussy must ache so much," Yuri whispered, lips against Claira's neck.
Claira nodded, unable to lie. It did ache. The belt was torture, pressing against her swollen clit, denying her the release she craved.
"Yuri could take care of it," Byron suggested, his voice low and knowing. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, Claira?"
Claira shook her head, then nodded, confusion making her dizzy. "I... I don't know."
"Of course you would," Yuri assured her, hand sliding down to trace the outline of the belt through Claira's skirt. "I love licking cunt. You like having your cunt licked, don't you, Claira?"
She did. Because Claira was a lesbian. Or at least, she had been, before all this.
"You know, I could let Yuri take that silly belt off," Byron said, dangling the possibility like a treat for a dog.
On the monitor, Will wandered into the living room, stopping in front of Kiko. Her head was tilted back, mouth slightly open, completely unconscious.
"What do you think he'll do?" Byron asked, voice soft with anticipation.
"He... he won't," Claira said, the words empty even to her own ears.
Byron dangled a key in front of her face—the key to the belt. "I always keep spares," he said, smug. "Why don't you let Yuri help, Claira?"
"I don't want to wear it," Claira admitted, her body betraying her mind once again.
"Doctor's orders," Byron said, wagging his finger in mock scolding. "But you've been very good, so I think it'll be okay to give you a little treat. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Claira gulped and nodded, eyes fixed on the screen. Will was testing Kiko, snapping his fingers in front of her face, saying her name. She didn't respond. He looked around, guilt written across his features, then rubbed his erection through his pants.
Yuri tugged Claira's skirt up around her waist. Byron slipped the key into the lock of the belt. Claira lifted her hips, allowing Yuri to pull the contraption away. The cool air hit her swollen pussy, making her gasp.
Byron kept squeezing her tits as she stared at the monitor, totally transfixed. Yuri knelt down between her legs, spreading them wider. Claira groaned when Yuri's fingers brushed over her cunt.
"Jesus, you're soaked," Yuri said, sounding impressed. "Like a fucking river."
It's the drugs, Claira told herself. It wasn’t because she was a pervert. It wasn’t because she wanted this. It was the drugs.
Yuri lowered her head, tongue pressing flat against Claira's clit. The sensation was electric, making her jerk and gasp. Byron's hands kneaded her breasts through her blouse, pinching her nipples.
On the monitor, Will pulled his cock out and began stroking it in front of Kiko.
"You see, Claira," Byron whispered as he groped her, "there is no right or wrong. It's all about strength and desire. He who has the desire and the upper hand—"
Will pushed his cock between Kiko's parted lips.
"—wins," Byron finished.
Claira watched in horrified fascination as her brother slowly slid his cock back and forth along Kiko's tongue. His face was a mask of pleasure and shame, a mirror of what Claira felt watching him. Her hips bucked against Yuri's mouth.
Will's movements quickened, his breath coming in short gasps. He groaned, tilting Kiko's jaw up as he came, sealing his cockhead in her mouth, forcing her unconscious body to swallow his cum.
The sight pushed Claira over the edge. She came hard on Yuri's tongue, body convulsing, a strangled cry tearing from her throat.
On the screen, Will tucked himself away, guilt evident in every movement. Then, to Claira's shock, he gently wiped a string of cum from Kiko's chin, looked at it for a moment, then spread Kiko's legs and pushed the small glob into her pussy.
Byron laughed, the sound like glass breaking. "Well. That was unexpected, wasn't it?"
Claira felt sick. Her brother was depraved, crossing lines she hadn't even considered. But the thought came quickly: she was worse. She sat here with a man she hated, letting him squeeze her tits while another woman ate her pussy, all while watching her brother—whom she'd drugged—rape her girlfriend—whom she'd also drugged.
If anyone was depraved, it was her. She was the monster.
Yuri stopped licking Claira's cunt and rose to her knees, pulling Claira into a deep kiss. They shared the taste of Claira's arousal, tongues sliding together. Byron watched, his expression hungry.
He sat back in his chair, unzipping his pants, pulling out his cock. Yuri broke the kiss to take him in her mouth, sucking him with practiced skill.
Claira's eyes darted between her brother on the screen and Yuri sucking Byron off. Yuri's hand gripped the back of Claira's neck, guiding her forward until she was eye-level with Byron's cock, watching Yuri's lips glide up and down the wet shaft.
Yuri pulled off with a pop, turning to Claira. "Open," she commanded.
Claira recoiled, but Yuri's grip was firm. "Open," she repeated.
Claira parted her lips. Yuri pushed her head down onto Byron's cock, the taste of him filling her mouth.
"Good cocksucker," Yuri praised, the words sending an unwelcome thrill through Claira's body.
As she sucked, she kept her eyes on the screen. Will sat next to the unconscious Kiko, trying to wake her, calling her name, snapping his fingers, clapping his hands. She didn't stir.
"Tell you what, Claira," Byron said, his voice strained with pleasure. "I'm gonna give you a choice. You can put that belt back on right now and you can hurry home. If you do, you might make it in time to stop your brother from really raping your girlfriend. Or, you can spend the afternoon here with Yuri, no belt, and I'll leave this monitor on while I go take care of my business. Which will it be?"
Claira looked from the monitor to Yuri, to her perfect lips and full breasts. She remembered the pleasure of moments ago, the release after days of frustration.
She should go home. She should put on the belt, rush back, and stop Will before he went further. It was the right thing to do.
Instead, she sealed her lips tighter around Byron's cock and began to suck faster.
Byron stroked her hair, a parody of affection. "Good girl."
Yuri kissed her neck, fingers finding Claira's cunt again. "Good girl," she echoed.
Byron came with a grunt, flooding Claira's mouth. Yuri pulled her up, and they shared his cum between them, the sticky mess mingling with their saliva as they kissed.
Byron stood, tucking himself away. Yuri broke the kiss, sticking out her tongue to show Claira the mixture of spit and cum. Then she pushed Claira's legs apart and dived between them, pushing the spermy load into Claira's cunt with her tongue.
On the monitor, Will laid Kiko gently on her back. She didn't stir.
Byron left the office without another word.
Claira watched as Will battled his conscience and his erection. He glanced at the door, hurried to it, locked the bolt. Returning to Kiko, he pushed two fingers into her pussy, testing her. She remained unconscious. Satisfied, he lifted one of her legs, lined up his cock, and eased it into her.
Claira gasped, locked her legs around Yuri's head, and came violently, her body convulsing as she watched her brother rape her girlfriend.
And she did nothing to stop it.
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