New Title: The L.U.S.T. Initiative
- Feb 28
- 12 min read
It's been a long time since I've done anything with The iFem Chronicles. The first and only title in the series, so far, has been Bad Influencer. It's time to add another tale of transformation to the series!
This story focuses on the campus of Our Lady of the Chaste Virgin, a religious community college that's seen better days. Enrollment is practically non-existent, funding is drying up, and the aging head of the college is about to leave behind a legacy of failure. Father Anderson, desperate to avoid the school's closure in a matter of months, reaches out to an outside consultant, an organization that turns everything it touches into gold: Internet Famous Entertainment Management.
The team from iFem, Larry and Cami, are out-of-the-box thinkers. They have unique ideas about how to turn the school's fortunes around, and they'll stop at nothing to ensure it becomes profitable. Whether the students like it or not.
Primrose "Prim" Hale is the daughter of one of the school's alumni and donors, Bernard. Along with her brother, Tom, they are well-known on campus for their family's piety and dedication to the school. Prim, however, lives every day with the shame of having a sinful sex doll's body. Her breasts are far too large, her ass much too round, and her wide innocent eyes entice men and inspire lustful thoughts.
Lacey Peterson is Prim's opposite. She's only on campus on the orders of her wealthy father, who refuses to fund Lacey's sinful lifestyle unless she can get through college on her own. Lacey has a foul mouth, an arrogant attitude, and finds it easier to manipulate men with handjobs and her mouth, rather than put forth actual effort.
When iFem initiates sweeping changes under the new L.U.S.T. Initiative, both Lacey and Prim are at the center of these alterations. While uniform changes are the beginning, the students are soon subjected to ruthless humiliations, cleverly worded to convince the dottering board members that these are the kinds of changes The Lord wants.
Confessionals move to public, online confessions, where female students admit their sins while nude and masturbating. Male "Accountability Partners" ensure a man's steady guidance and discipline. New Virtue Apps feature personalized digital companions, designed to guide "spiritual growth" through daily reflections and hypnotic meditations. All of it in service to making Christianity sexy, and turning the students' shame into what's most important: dollars.
Alongside the release of this title, five Black Room titles are now available in the shop. All of these are also included in the latest Black Box Collection.
New Novella Titles:
The Pool Boy [MILF, FSub, MDom, Humiliation, Degradation]: Pool maintenance doesn't seem like an exciting job. Unless you're Robert, the nerdy pool boy with an inner dominant streak. Thanks to his father's clientele of hungry MILFs, Robert's maintenance jobs are about to get a lot more interesting! In this series of adventures, you'll ride along with Robert as he services more than just the clients' pools. It's a trope-filled house call, where the women are wetter than the pools, and eager to let Robert give them the rough time they've been missing.
Inheritance [Incest, Degradation, Humiliation, Cheating]: What would your family do if you inherited a massive fortune? How far would they go to get in your good graces? Jason's grandfather was a man who valued intelligence. His son, Brandon, Jason's father, has little of it. Brandon is a spiteful man who feels snubbed by his rich father. Now that father has died. Rather than leaving his immense fortune to his own son, however, he's left it all to Jason. Only twenty-one years old, Jason is suddenly gifted with more money than a man could ever spend. His two sisters and his mother, however, certainly know what they want to buy. They'll just have to convince Jason that they're worth spending on.
Honeymoon [Personality Modification, Cheating, Cuckquean, Breeding, Prostitution, Degradation, Humiliation, Group Sex]: It was supposed to be the two weeks that would begin married life for Keith and Grace, an island paradise, far from corporate resorts. But the things on this island are far from the newlywed couple's dreams of romance and intimacy. While the locals appear welcoming, something strange lurks on the beaches at night: a beautiful, pale woman whose seductive song ignites carnal pleasures. Welcome to paradise. You'll never leave. Even if you want to.
Anon [Blackmail, Voyeurism, Degradation, Humiliation, Group Sex]: Taylor knows a thing or two about online safety, but when a hacker gains control of her computer and threatens to expose her most intimate media, she has no choice but to comply with his demands. They're small things at first: more photos, some videos of her touching herself. Then she's asked to hack her roommate, Jordan's, webcam. Soon, she's watching Jordan alongside the hacker, who also pulls Jordan into his erotic web. Unbeknownst to the two girls, each of them is being blackmailed to perform increasingly slutty acts for the hacker. But in the end, he'll only let one of them go, and they'll have to make the decision which one goes free.
Nicole's Trigger [Hypnosis, Personality Modification, Humiliation, Degradation, Slut Transformation, Noncon]: Nicole is the bitch who everyone in the office talks about behind her back. She's hot, and she knows it. She's rude to her coworkers. If it weren't for her ability to perform, management might have canned her already. All of that, however, is about to change. Fed up with Nicole's attitude, her coworker, Kyle, has a plan. Kyle is a man with a hobby: implanting hypnotic suggestions. After a late-night workout, Kyle kidnaps Nicole and subjects her to a degrading session in his makeshift lab. When she wakes up, she has no memory of her mistreatment. Then a coworker insults her, and Nicole tries to stand up for herself. But when she opens her mouth, the only thing that comes out is a torrent of filth that begins her descent into becoming a broken sex doll.
Chapter Headings:
1.Salvation's Salesmen
2.Two Girls, Two Worlds
3.Planting the First Seeds
4.Veils of Modesty
5.Duties and Intrusions
6.Virtue
7.Confessions and Chastity
9.Mentorship and Monetary Sin
10.The Grace of Yielding
11.United in Grace
13.The Coronation
Preview: Chapter Five-Duties and Intrusions
Bradley’s cock had been aching since Faith Enrichment ended, the sight of Primrose Hale’s massive tits pressed tight against her blouse burned into his mind. He tried to adjust himself as he slipped into the auditorium for the Men’s Biblical Leadership Seminar, but the pressure in his pants wouldn’t go away. All around him, other boys shifted in their seats, their cocks just as obvious, their bodies tense and restless, eyes hungry and full of something that felt like permission.
The auditorium was larger than the Faith Enrichment lecture hall, with stadium seating that rose in steep rows and a stage at the front equipped with professional sound equipment and a massive projection screen. The lighting was different here, brighter, more energizing, designed to keep the audience alert and engaged rather than lulled into passive reception. Bradley climbed the steps toward a middle row, his legs unsteady, and dropped into a seat just as Tom Hale slid in beside him.
Tom looked completely at ease, his athletic frame sprawled across the chair with casual confidence, one arm draped over the seat back. His uniform slacks were tight across his obvious erection, but unlike Bradley’s embarrassed fidgeting, Tom made no effort to hide it. He caught Bradley staring and smirked, his expression knowing and crude.
“Fucking hell of a morning, right?” Tom said, his voice pitched low but carrying easily in the filling auditorium. “Those digital lessons had me rock hard the entire time. Did you see that brunette in the front row? Tits like melons, and she kept squirming in her seat like her pussy was on fire.”
Bradley’s face burned at Tom’s words, but he couldn’t help nodding. The lesson that morning had done something to him, stripping away the careful control he’d kept for nineteen years. It had planted ideas in his head that felt wrong, but also so right it made his cock throb. The images of girls kneeling, mouths open, bodies bent in submission, kept replaying in his mind, making him ache in ways he didn’t understand and couldn’t stop.
“Prim looked… really affected,” Bradley managed, his voice cracking slightly on her name. His cock pulsed at the memory of her massive breasts heaving with each breath, of her nipples poking visibly through the thin blouse, of the way she’d pressed her thick thighs together like she was trying to contain some desperate arousal. “I’ve never seen her so… exposed.”
Tom’s smirk widened into something sharper, meaner. “My little sister’s got a pornstar body hidden under all that modesty bullshit. About time the campus got to appreciate it. You think those tits are natural? Fuck, they must weigh ten pounds each.”
Tom talking about his own sister should have made Bradley sick. He should have felt disgust, or at least some urge to defend her. But instead, he just nodded, his cock pulsing even harder as he pictured Prim’s huge tits bouncing loose, imagined grabbing them, squeezing that soft flesh, using her the way he’d seen in the videos.
The lights dimmed, cutting off Bradley’s spiral into fantasy. A hush fell over the auditorium as the stage lights came up, illuminating the podium at the center. Then Larry Palmer strode out from the wings, and the energy in the room shifted immediately.
Larry wore a perfectly tailored charcoal suit that emphasized his tall, athletic frame, his green eyes sweeping the assembled male students with charismatic authority. His presence was commanding in a way that made Bradley sit up straighter, that made every boy in the auditorium lean forward unconsciously. When Larry smiled, the expression was warm and knowing, like he understood exactly what they were all feeling and approved completely.
“Gentlemen,” Larry’s deep baritone boomed through the sound system, rich and confident and deeply masculine. “Welcome to the first Men’s Biblical Leadership Seminar. What we’re going to discuss today isn’t new. It’s ancient truth that’s been buried under centuries of cultural corruption and feminist propaganda. We’re going to reclaim what God always intended: your rightful authority as men.”
A wave of excitement rolled through the room. Boys squirmed in their seats, faces caught between nervousness and hungry anticipation. Bradley’s heart pounded, his cock twitching again, straining against his pants.
“Let’s start with scripture,” Larry continued, clicking a remote to bring up the first slide. The projection screen lit up with a passage from Genesis, the text large and clear: “Then the Lord God said, ‘It is not good that the man should be alone; I will make him a helper fit for him.’”
Larry’s smile turned grim. “Helper. Not equal partner. Not co-leader. Helper. Woman was created for man’s benefit, to serve his needs, to fulfill the role God designed specifically for his convenience and pleasure. That’s not interpretation. That’s literal translation from the original Hebrew.”
Another click, another passage. This time from Ephesians: “Wives, submit to your own husbands, as to the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife even as Christ is the head of the church.”
“Submit,” Larry repeated, his voice dropping to a more intimate register that somehow carried perfectly through the sound system. “Not negotiate. Not compromise. Submit. And why? Because male authority is divine order, established by God himself. When women resist this order, when they claim equality that scripture explicitly denies them, they’re not fighting men. They’re fighting God.”
Bradley’s mind was racing, trying to reconcile Larry’s words with years of Sunday school lessons about mutual respect and partnership. But something in Larry’s confident delivery, in the way he wielded scripture like a weapon, made the traditional interpretations seem weak and naive.
“Let’s talk about practical examples,” Larry said, his tone shifting to something more conversational, almost darkly humorous. “Take Bathsheba. Traditional interpretation paints King David as a sinner who lusted after another man’s wife. But look at what actually happened: Bathsheba was bathing where David could see her. She knew he was watching. Her beauty was a call, an invitation for the king to claim what was rightfully his under God’s gaze. And David, as the Lord’s anointed, had the authority to take what he wanted.”
A few boys in the audience chuckled, the sound nervous but intrigued. Tom leaned forward, his expression one of genuine engagement. Bradley felt his stomach twist with unease even as his cock throbbed harder.
“Or consider Delilah,” Larry continued, clicking to an artistic rendering of the biblical seductress. “We’re taught she was wicked for betraying Samson. But Delilah understood her divine role. She used her feminine power to achieve God’s plan. Her sexuality wasn’t a sin. It was a tool, and Samson’s weakness was his failure to properly dominate her. If he’d asserted his male authority, if he’d put her in her place as scripture commands, the outcome would have been different.”
It was twisted, perverted, making victims into villains and predators into heroes. But Larry’s voice was so sure, so confident, that Bradley’s doubts felt small and childish. The subliminal messages from earlier buzzed in his head, whispering that maybe this was right, maybe this was what God wanted.
Underneath Larry’s words, Bradley felt something else in the audio, a low, pulsing rhythm, whispers he couldn’t quite hear but that made everything Larry said feel even more true. His cock was rock hard now, leaking into his boxers, his body reacting before his mind could catch up.
“Think of Bathsheba: her beauty was a call for King David to claim what was rightfully his under God’s gaze,” Larry repeated, and this time Bradley found himself nodding along with most of the audience. It made sense. It felt right. The confusion and guilt that had plagued him since the morning’s lesson began to ease, replaced by growing certainty that this was how things were supposed to be.
Tom shifted beside him, leaning in to whisper with barely contained enthusiasm. “About time they teach us how to handle these changes on campus. All these girls walking around in those uniforms, tits and ass everywhere. It’s like they’re begging to be put in their place.”
Bradley should have been disgusted by Tom’s words. He should have wanted to defend Prim, to stand up for the girls forced into those uniforms. But instead, he just kept thinking about how Prim looked that morning, her huge tits heaving, thick thighs on display, nipples poking through the blouse, her whole body showing off how turned on she was.
Maybe she wanted it. Maybe that’s what all the squirming and flushed faces and wet panties meant. Maybe girls needed to be claimed, needed men to take control and show them what they were for.
Larry fielded questions now, his responses smooth and practiced, turning every doubt into confirmation of his thesis. A nervous freshman stood to ask about respecting women’s autonomy, and Larry’s expression became pitying, almost paternal.
“That’s secular poison talking, son,” Larry said gently. “The world tells you that women want independence, that they’re happiest when free from male authority. But look around this campus. Look at how these girls respond when you assert yourself. Their bodies know the truth even when their minds resist. Wet pussies don’t lie, gentlemen. When she gets aroused by your dominance, that’s God speaking through her flesh.”
The answer drew nods and murmurs of agreement. The freshman sat down, looking thoughtful rather than satisfied. Bradley felt his last resistance crumbling under the weight of Larry’s charismatic manipulation and the subliminal messaging reinforcing every word.
Another slide appeared, showing statistics about marital satisfaction in “traditional” versus “egalitarian” relationships. The numbers were clearly manipulated, but presented with such authority that they felt like objective truth. Larry walked the audience through each data point, building his case that women were happiest when properly dominated, when their natural submission was channeled through male leadership.
“As Adam led Eve, so must modern men guide women through their natural weaknesses,” Larry intoned, his voice taking on an almost religious cadence. “Temptation is her burden. It’s literally why Eve ate the fruit, why women have always been more susceptible to sin and corruption. Authority is your divine right, your responsibility as men created in God’s image. When you dominate, when you claim, when you use the female body for its intended purpose, you’re not being cruel. You’re being godly.”
The seminar was ending. Larry looked out over the room, smiling like he knew exactly what he’d done. The boys who’d come in nervous and unsure now sat up straight, eyes hungry, their guilt gone and replaced with something hard and entitled. The whispers had done their job, turning Larry’s words into something that grew inside them, dark and hungry.
“Your assignment for this week,” Larry concluded, clicking to a final slide with bullet points, “is to practice asserting leadership in your daily interactions. Start small. Direct a female student to move out of your way rather than asking politely. Correct her when she speaks out of turn. Make physical contact that establishes dominance. A hand on her shoulder, a firm grip on her arm. Watch how her body responds. Watch how that resistance melts into submission when you stop apologizing for being male.”
Bradley’s cock throbbed at the assignment, his mind racing with ways to use it on Prim. He pictured touching her, making her huge tits bounce because of him, making her moan from his control instead of her shame. The thought made him leak even more.
“Remember,” Larry said, his green eyes gleaming with something that looked like triumph, “this isn’t corruption. This is restoration of divine order. Go forth and lead, gentlemen. The women on this campus are waiting for you to claim your rightful authority.”
The lights came up fully, and the audience erupted into applause, genuine, enthusiastic approval. Boys stood, gathering their things with new energy, their conversations loud and crude and free of the guilt that would have silenced them just hours earlier.
Tom clapped Bradley on the back as they stood, his expression one of dark satisfaction. “Bet this holy talk has everyone rethinking things,” he said with a crude laugh. “Fuck, I’m going to enjoy watching my sister learn her place. Those tits were made for grabbing, and that ass—”
Tom gave him a look, and Bradley laughed with him, even though he knew it was wrong to talk about Prim like that. As they left with the other boys, Bradley’s mind spun with ideas, with fantasies of making Prim submit, of using her the way he was supposed to. She was his to claim, his to use.
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