New Title: The Study
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Greetings, fellow readers! This month's new release is now on virtual shelves. Black Room Members, you can now download this title from the member area.
This is a rather dark tale, filled with perversion, and will tick a lot of noncon boxes. If you'd rather skip down to the other releases from The Black Room, tap the links above.
The Study [70,000 words]: (Kinks served: Nonconsent, Personality modification, Lesbian conversion, Lesbian breeding, somnophilia, Voyeurism, Betrayal, Impregnation, Degradation, Humiliation)
Keely is struggling in College. It's not her classes, and it's not her dating life. In fact, her grades are good, and she's got a cute girlfriend she loves. Keely's problem is money. College life has so many expenses, and her scholarship funds only cover so much. To help with her money woes, Keely volunteers to take part in a sexual response study, being funded by a company called Biodegradation. It seems like easy money. $500 for each session, and $250 for each day she participates, by wearing a monitor and taking stimulus-response questionnaires. How difficult can it be?
While the initial intake is a little embarrassing, Keely makes it through and begins her first week in The Study. Things begin to take a strange turn, however, when Keely receives her first stimulus response questionnaire. The attached videos feature men engaging in rough, degrading sex with women. It's shocking because Keely is a lesbian, and she's certainly not interested in that kind of porn. But she complies, answers honestly, and receives her payment.
Soon, The Study's requirements grow more concerning, though. Keely's listening to weird recordings nightly. She's wearing a strap-on and taking a dominant role in sex with her girlfriend. The questionnaires come during her classes, and while she's working part-time at the lingerie store. They're filled with even more degrading porn and even forcible breeding. She spends two weeks in a chastity belt and has to participate in dates for "social education".
The most frightening thing, though, is how Keely's body is beginning to respond to these awful things. She's becoming aroused. She's questioning everything she thought she knew about herself. And she's starting to wonder: is the study changing her, or simply bringing to the surface those parts of herself that were already there?
Chapter Headings
1.Clinical Study
2.The First Week
3.The Strap-on
4.Denial
5.The Party
6.The Pregnancy
7.Keely's Help
8.Spiral
9.Deeper
10.Keely's Surrender
11.Ruin
Preview: From Chapter Four "Denial"
Keely was at the clinic fifteen minutes early. She'd been parked outside for forty, sitting in her car watching the glass doors and willing herself not to go in yet and losing. She was still early when she pushed through into the sterile cold of the reception area. The red-haired receptionist didn't look surprised. People who came back desperate never looked the same as people who came in curious.
"Dr. Carter's office," the woman said. "She's expecting you."
Dr. Carter was already holding the tablet when Keely sat down. Already reviewing the data. She turned the screen around and Keely looked at seven days of evidence against herself. The green lubrication line almost never dropped below the midpoint. It spiked to nine and ten during the video surveys, during sleep hours, during a particularly violent clip that had arrived at nine in the morning while Keely was in the library. The heart rate lines corroborated everything. The physical record of her body's week, precise and damning.
"Excellent compliance," Dr. Carter said. "Your journals have been valuable. The progression in your response language between journal one and journal seven is significant."
Keely didn't say anything about that. She put her hands flat on her thighs.
"I'd like to be out of the belt," she said. "You told me the next appointment."
"I said we'd assess at the next appointment." Dr. Carter set the tablet down. "I've assessed. The data supports extending the denial period, which would be most productive for the study." She paused. "However. I am prepared to unlock the device today and allow you a supervised orgasm, if you'd like that."
Keely's breath came out in a short rush. "Yes."
"On one condition." Dr. Carter opened the office door slightly and said something to whoever was in the adjacent room. Then she turned back. "A member of my staff will be present. You'll masturbate while viewing the standard stimuli. While you do, you'll provide him with oral sex."
The words arranged themselves in Keely's brain and she sat very still looking at them.
"No," she said.
"It would only be—"
"I said no." She was standing. She didn't remember deciding to stand. "I'm not putting a man's cock in my mouth. I'm a lesbian. I came here for a sexuality study, not to be prostituted to your fucking staff." Her voice had come up loud and angry and she didn't care. "This is illegal. What you're doing is illegal. I'll report you. I'll go to the university, to the department, to whoever the fuck oversees clinical research ethics and I will tell them exactly what happens in these rooms."
Dr. Carter waited.
She waited until Keely's voice stopped echoing off the white walls. Then she picked up the tablet again.
"Section twelve," she said, turning the screen around. "Paragraph four. Subject consents to clinically supervised sexual contact with study personnel as directed by the principal investigator, for the purpose of measuring response data. Subject acknowledges this constitutes a material component of the study design." She tapped the screen twice. "Your initials are at the bottom of that page."
Keely stared at her own handwriting. The small looping K.B. she'd put on every page without reading a single word.
"Regarding reporting," Dr. Carter continued, her voice unchanged, the same smooth clinical register it always was, "the study is fully approved by the university research committee. Your participation is documented. Any complaint you filed would require disclosure of your involvement, which includes the journals you've submitted, the monitoring data you've generated, and the partner interaction recordings from your sessions with your girlfriend." She set the tablet down carefully. "I think you understand what that would mean for both of you."
The recordings. Leelu's crying. Her own voice saying take it, you little dyke slut. All of it on a server somewhere.
Keely sat back down. She felt like she'd been standing in mud and it had just closed over her knees.
Dr. Carter produced the paper cup. The tablet inside was larger than last week's. Twice the size.
"Your dosage has been increased again. Given your refusal today, we'll extend the belt protocol for another full week. Your next appointment will include an opportunity to revisit today's offer." She was already writing on the clipboard. "There's also a new phase beginning. Three facilitated social interactions for data collection purposes. We call them baseline dates." She slid a single sheet across the desk. "The details are there. Locations, times, subject identifiers. You'll wear the monitoring device throughout each encounter."
Keely looked at the sheet. Three entries. A diner. A coffee shop. An upscale restaurant. Names she didn't know. One man. Two men. A woman in the middle.
"Dates," she said flatly.
"Social interactions. We're measuring your behavioral responses to opposite-sex social contact under the current conditioning protocol." Dr. Carter's voice was a demonstration of how to say a terrible thing in a pleasant tone. "You'll receive standard session compensation for each completed interaction."
Keely folded the sheet and put it in her jacket pocket. She took the pill from the paper cup, put it in her mouth, and swallowed it without the water. She was past the point of making the process feel like a choice by taking her time with it.
She picked up her bag. "I'm leaving."
"Same time next week," Dr. Carter said behind her.
The hallway was too bright. The reception area was too bright. The glass doors opened and the outside air hit her face and she walked hard and fast without any particular direction just to have something to do with her legs.
The new drug hit faster than the last increase had. Two blocks away and already she could feel it layering on top of the week of frustration still locked behind the belt, amplifying the already-constant heat into something that made her clench her jaw against it. The belt pressed into her with each stride. The nodes registered every surge of arousal and sent it upward to the transmitter and from there to Dr. Carter's server.
She was soaking. She had been soaking for seven days, and she would be soaking for seven more, and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.
Keely walked faster. The belt walked with her. The drugs were thorough and patient and they had nowhere to be except inside her, doing their job.
She pulled out the sheet with the dates written on it and looked at it again while she walked. The diner was the first one. Two days from now. Subject one, male, initial: B.
She shoved the paper back in her pocket.
One more week. She could survive one more week.
The heat between her legs made that sound like the most optimistic thing she'd ever thought.
Black Room Title Releases
The following titles are included in The Black Box Vol. 9, or can be picked up individually:
The Bigger Brother [34,800 words]: (Kinks Served: Taboo cuckolding, Cheerleader submission, Anal, Throat training, Harem) - What happens when the nerdy little brother you've sidelined all your life is hiding a terrible secret? All Max's life, his older brother was a bully. Athletic and gifted, Drake seemingly has everything Max doesn't. Popularity, a hot cheerleader girlfriend, and a promising football career. But Max has been blessed in other ways. He's smarter, crueler, and he's packing an eleven-inch secret weapon that he's about to unleash.
When Drake and Lacy cheat on an important exam, Max offers to withhold the evidence he's discovered on one condition. Lacy will be his "butt slut" for the rest of the semester.
Rental Agreement [29,600 words]: (Kinks served: Incest, degradation, coercion, blackmail, humiliation, workplace humiliation, sex slave niece) - Jasmine's made a mistake. She went to a party and got busted with pot, leading to a six-month sentence for house arrest. Her conservative parents, however, aren't going to stand for it. Suddenly, Jasmine's not welcome in her own home.
But to comply with the terms of her court order, she needs a stable place to live. Fortunately, her uncle, Bruce, offers her a place to stay. Unfortunately, Bruce has a perverted rental arrangement with his niece. He doesn't want monthly payments. Instead, he charges her for every piece of clothing she wants to wear, plus a "purity tax".
Chloe's Choice [29,400 words]: (Kinks served: Workplace degradation, hypnosis, brainwashing, bimbofication) - Working at Kuntbash & Hore is not Chloe's dream job. Her coworkers are slimy and leering, and her boss is a total perv. But with her mother's medical bills piling up and debt closing in, Chloe can't be picky.
But things have gotten worse. Mr. Sloan, her demeaning boss, has just grabbed Chloe's ass. When Chole tries to fight back, he threatens her job and enrolls her in "sensitivity training". Chloe's not happy about it, but getting paid to attend some five-day corporate seminar is better than getting fired.
From the moment Chloe steps foot off the company shuttle, however, she knows that something's off about this retreat. There are fences around the compound and guards at the gates. When she tries to run, they haul her inside and toss her into her company-provided cottage. Weird sounds are coming from the speakers, and the whacko teaching the "classes" is a twisted misogynist named Austin.
Welcome to sensitivity training, where classes like "Active Listening," "Turn-Taking," or "Displaying Your Best Assets" are simply jargon covering the humiliating and degrading lessons Chloe is about to learn.
Life Genie [30,700 words]: (Kinks served: Incest, hypnosis, slut transformation, degradation, workplace humiliation) - On her 18th birthday, Jade receives a Life Genie, a new hypnotic motivational tool meant to empower one for life success. The Life Genie app grants three "wishes" in the form of hypnotic suggestions.
Jade's parents, eager for her to get off to a good start in life, preprogram the device with suggestions they're sure will motivate her to succeed in the workplace.
Get a great job.
Demand excellence of yourself in your work.
Believe the best about your fellow man.
They're good suggestions, strong ones that any parent would want to instill in their adult daughter. Nothing could possibly go wrong with such simple, yet powerful suggestions. Unfortunately, there are a few complications.
One is Jade's older, perverted brother, Steven. The other is her interview with the misogynist Bill Hepler of Hepler Financial, where Jade applies for an administrative position. The way Jade's mind begins to interpret the suggestions leads her to accept treatment from men that most would find deplorable. Being referred to as "Hole". Getting molested by her brother. Being stripped of her clothes and made to ride the bus home naked. All of these things are simply challenges for Jade to overcome as she demands excellence of herself in her work, believing the best about her fellow man.
But to really fulfill her new role, Jade will have to fit her new boss's definition of successful...
Controlling Katie [29,400 words]: (Kinks served: Hypnosis, public humiliation, public degradation, nonconsent, slut transformation) - Katie doesn't believe in hypnosis. A popular UStreamer with a debunking channel, Katie is about to expose the biggest scammer yet: The Masterful Mesmer, a stage hypnotist with a controversial traveling act. Katie is so certain it's all staged that she volunteers alongside four other campus girls. But Mesmer loves a skeptic. Bringing about their downfall is the most satisfying of all.
Now Katie is about to learn just how real it all is. Given a trigger phrase, Katie can no longer control herself, stripping on command. Thanks to a viral video, her entire campus knows her trigger, but The Masterful Mesmer isn't going to be happy with a little humiliation. In fact, the more humiliated she feels, the more aroused Katie becomes, and she's soon committing acts that would make a porn star think twice.
Visual Erotica included in The Black Box Vol. 9:
I Turned My Religious Stepmom into a Bimbo by Lisa X Lopez: MP4 - 17 Minutes
The New Law by Lisa X Lopez: MP4 - 11 Minutes
Summer Releases:
Currently, I have two novels in the works for the summer. Following tradition, the first of these is a more light-hearted summer read set on a college campus. This is a harem novel, following the story of Jules. He's a bit of a nerd, inexperienced, and attends classes for cybersecurity. An unfortunate mix-up in campus housing has placed him in an off-campus home with four beautiful and quirky women, who are about to cure him of his sexual inexperience.
The second novel is a follow-up to Edge. Now that the initial test program of Edge has ended, its true purpose is about to be revealed. This story follows Emmy Rowles, a detective investigating some strange murders. As she begins unraveling the mystery behind these targeted killings, she also finds that someone—or something—else is targeting her for a very different reason.
Set in the wake of DomCo's collapse on The Other Side, this novel follows the rise and rollout of Edge across the world.
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