New Titles: Privilege-Black Box 4
- Hamlin
- Oct 18
- 11 min read
Black Room members, this title and the new Black Box Vol. 4 are now available for download from the member section!
Welcome again, friends. It's a new title and a slew of releases from behind the dark curtain of The Black Room! This will be my final release before I expect to drop the new Kayla Release next month. For those who enjoyed titles such as Correcting Kelly or Altering Annika, this one will hit just right.
Laurie's just been caught stealing panties. For the second time. Her well-to-do father has had enough of her bratty behavior, and it's time for Laurie to start earning her privileges back. Laurie's best friend, April, insulted her lesbian neighbor in front of the whole neighborhood, and her parents are sick of her entitled attitude.
Now Laurie and April have been stripped of everything. Their allowance, cars, phones, and even their clothes. Forced to live a life of utter humiliation, volunteering in a homeless shelter, these two spoiled brats are about to learn what a life without privilege is all about.
It's a wonderful tale of bratty correction, featuring incest, humiliation, and girls being mean to other girls as they slide into slutty ruin. The preview is below. If you want to jump ahead to other titles that are now available in the shop, and also included in The Black Box Vol. 4, click here.
Privilege Preview:
Length: 56.1K Words
Chapter Headings
1.Theft
2.Volunteer Work
3.April
4.Behavior
5.Naughty
6.Rape Liar
7.Perverts
8.Special Panties
9.Service
10.Nice
Excerpt from Chapter Five: Naughty
April woke to sunlight streaming through her curtains, momentarily disoriented by the feeling of cool sheets against her naked skin. Then the events of the previous night came rushing back—the humiliation at the Crawford's house, her parents confiscating her clothes, the collar still fastened around her neck, and finally, the spanking that had turned into something far more disturbing. She reached up to touch the leather at her throat, praying it had all been some fucked-up nightmare, but the rough texture under her fingertips confirmed her new reality.
"April!" Trish's voice called from downstairs. "Breakfast! And then we need to get you dressed for the shelter!"
April briefly considered refusing to leave her room, but the threat of homelessness loomed large in her mind. With a defeated sigh, she slid out of bed, uncomfortably aware of her nakedness as she padded to her bedroom door. She poked her head out, checking the hallway was clear before scurrying downstairs, her arms crossed over her breasts in a futile attempt at modesty.
Her father sat at the kitchen table, newspaper in one hand, coffee mug in the other. His eyes flickered up as she entered, lingering on her exposed body with an interest that made her skin crawl. After last night, April couldn't look at him the same way. What kind of father fingered his daughter to orgasm?
"Good morning, Princess," Calvin said, his tone casual, as if nothing unusual had happened.
April didn't respond, sliding into her seat and staring at the bowl of cereal Trish placed before her. Her stomach churned, but she forced herself to eat, knowing she'd need the energy to survive whatever fresh humiliations awaited her today.
After breakfast, Trish led April back upstairs to the master bedroom. She opened a shopping bag April hadn't noticed before and pulled out several items of clothing, laying them on the bed with a flourish.
"Here's your outfit for today," Trish announced.
April stared in horror at what her mother had selected: a pink pleated miniskirt so short it barely qualified as clothing, a tight pink tube top that would leave her midriff completely exposed, and a pair of pink platform heels that looked impossible to walk in, let alone work in. Noticeably absent was any form of underwear.
"I can't wear that," April protested. "I'll look like some kind of bimbo! And there's no underwear—my... my pussy will be showing if I bend over even a little!"
Trish raised an eyebrow. "I think the word you're looking for is 'thank you.' Unless, of course, you'd prefer to make a different choice." She gestured toward the bedroom door. "You're welcome to leave. I'll even let you keep the collar. It might help you get sympathy on the streets."
April's shoulders slumped in defeat. "Fine," she muttered, reaching for the tube top. "But I'm telling you right now, people are going to see everything."
"Then I suggest you be careful how you move," Trish replied, her tone maddeningly reasonable. "Consider it part of your lesson in dignity and respect."
With shaking hands, April pulled on the skimpy outfit. The tube top compressed her breasts uncomfortably, pushing them up and together to create prominent cleavage. The miniskirt barely covered her ass, and without panties, she felt obscenely exposed. The platform heels completed the transformation from college-bound teenager to streetwalker.
"Perfect," Trish declared, circling April with a critical eye. "Every bit the little slut your attitude deserves."
April blinked back tears, refusing to give her mother the satisfaction of seeing her cry again. She tottered unsteadily on the heels, following Trish downstairs where Calvin waited by the front door, car keys in hand.
"Ready to go?" he asked, his eyes roaming over April's outfit with approval. "Bruce is expecting you."
The drive to the Crawfords' house passed in tense silence. April stared out the window, her knees pressed tightly together, acutely conscious of how the skirt rode up her thighs with each bump in the road. Calvin hummed tunelessly, seemingly oblivious to his daughter's distress.
When they arrived, April struggled out of the car, tugging futilely at her skirt. The Crawford mansion loomed before her, now a symbol of degradation rather than the second home it had once been. Calvin rang the doorbell, one hand firmly gripping April's upper arm as if he expected her to bolt.
Bruce answered, wearing a crisp button-down and slacks that contrasted sharply with April's barely-there outfit. Behind him stood Laurie, and April felt a surge of resentment at the sight of her friend. Laurie was also dressed inappropriately—a white pencil miniskirt, white heels, and a white cropped top—but somehow she looked more put together, less overtly slutty than April felt in her pink ensemble.
"Calvin, good to see you," Bruce greeted, ushering them inside. "And April, right on time."
April ducked her head, unable to meet Bruce's gaze. She remembered all too vividly how he'd watched her lick Laurie's cunt the night before, how he'd instructed his son to record it. The humiliation burned fresh in her cheeks.
"Thanks for giving April a ride to the shelter," Calvin said, his hand still firm on April's arm. "I can pick them both up when they're done."
"No problem at all," Bruce replied. "We're happy to help with April's... education."
The two men exchanged knowing looks that made April's skin crawl. Then Calvin leaned down to April's ear, his voice low but deliberately loud enough for Bruce to hear. "Don't forget to practice your cunt licking on Laurie while you drive."
April's head snapped up in horror, but before she could protest, Calvin straightened and addressed Bruce again. "If she misbehaves, feel free to discipline her creatively. You have my full permission."
"I'll keep that in mind," Bruce replied with a slight smile.
Calvin gave April a brief pat on the head—like a dog, she thought bitterly—and left. The moment the door closed behind him, April turned to glare at Laurie, fury burning in her chest. Somehow, this was all Laurie's fault. If Laurie hadn't been stupid enough to get caught stealing, if she hadn't dragged April into her family's sick games, none of this would be happening.
"Let's go, girls," Bruce said, jingling his car keys. "The shelter's expecting you."
April followed Bruce and Laurie to the car, the platform heels making each step precarious. When Bruce opened the back door, April slid in first, followed by Laurie. The leather seat was cool against her bare thighs, reminding her of her exposed state.
As Bruce started the engine and pulled out of the driveway, he glanced at them in the rearview mirror. "Well?" he prompted when neither girl moved. "April, I believe you were given instructions."
April felt sick. "You can't be serious."
"I'm very serious," Bruce replied calmly. "And unless you'd like to walk to the shelter—in those shoes, I might add—I suggest you get started."
Laurie was already shifting in her seat, raising her skirt to expose her bare cunt. "Just do it, April," she whispered, her voice resigned. "It'll be worse if you fight it."
With a strangled sound of frustration, April bent awkwardly in the confines of the backseat, positioning her face between Laurie's thighs. The scent of Laurie's arousal filled her nostrils, making her gag slightly before she steeled herself and extended her tongue.
The first tentative lick drew a soft gasp from Laurie. April closed her eyes, trying to detach herself from what she was doing, to pretend she was anywhere else. But the taste of Laurie's cunt was undeniable, the wetness increasing with each stroke of April's reluctant tongue.
"That's it," Bruce encouraged from the front seat, his eyes flicking to the rearview mirror every few seconds. "Really get in there, April. Show Laurie how sorry you are for being such a brat."
April wanted to scream, to slap the smug look she imagined on Bruce's face. Instead, she channeled her rage into her task, licking more aggressively, hoping to get it over with quickly. Laurie's thighs trembled on either side of her head, her breathing becoming more ragged.
But as the minutes ticked by, Laurie seemed unable to climax. Her body remained tense, her moans tinged with frustration rather than release. April's jaw ached, her neck cramping from the awkward angle, but she persisted, motivated by the desire to end this degradation.
They were almost at the shelter when something changed. Laurie's body suddenly stiffened, her back arching against the seat. "Oh god," she gasped, her hands flying to April's head, pressing her face harder against her cunt.
What happened next caught April completely by surprise. A powerful jet of fluid erupted from Laurie's cunt, soaking April's face, hair, and the front of her tube top. It kept coming in spurts as Laurie bucked against her mouth, her orgasm seemingly endless.
April recoiled, sputtering and gagging. "What the fuck!" she shrieked, wiping frantically at her face. "You fucking peed on me! You disgusting bitch!"
"I didn't pee!" Laurie protested, her cheeks flushed from her orgasm. "I swear it wasn't pee!"
"You fucking stupid piss slut!" April screamed, her voice reaching a hysterical pitch. "Look at me! I'm fucking soaked!"
Bruce's laughter filled the car, deep and genuinely amused. "Calm down, April," he said as he pulled into the shelter parking lot. "Laurie didn't urinate on you. She squirted. It happens when some women have particularly intense orgasms. You should be proud—you made her feel that good."
"I don't care what you call it!" April spat, glaring at Laurie through wet strands of hair. "She fucking sprayed me with... with girl cum or whatever! I can't go in looking like this!"
Bruce rummaged in the glove compartment and produced a single sock, which he passed back to April. "Here."
April took it gingerly between two fingers. "A sock? What the fuck am I supposed to do with a sock?" Despite her protest, she began dabbing at her face and hair, grimacing at the dampness. "It smells weird."
"That's because it's a cum sock," Bruce explained matter-of-factly. "Sometimes I use it on my lunch break to jerk off into."
April squealed in disgust, flinging the sock away. "Are you fucking kidding me?"
Laurie giggled, earning herself a venomous glare from April. But there was no time for further argument as Bruce was already exiting the car.
"Come on, girls," he called through the open door. "Adam and Betty are waiting."
April climbed out of the car, her humiliation complete. Her hair was damp and stringy, her tube top stained with dark patches of Laurie's girl cum, and she could still taste it on her tongue. With as much dignity as she could muster—which wasn't much, given the platform heels and barely-there skirt—she followed Bruce into the shelter.
Inside, Adam and Betty greeted them with professional smiles that didn't quite mask their curiosity about April's disheveled appearance. Bruce made brief introductions, explaining that April would be joining Laurie in her volunteer work.
"Excellent," Betty said, her eyes flickering over April's revealing outfit and wet hair. "We can always use more help. Girls, you'll start in the dormitory. The floors need scrubbing."
April followed Laurie to a supply closet, seething with each click of her ridiculous heels against the linoleum. The day stretched before her like an eternity, and it had barely begun.
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Black Box Vol. 4 Titles and Media content:
Privilege: (Length: 56.2K words) Laurie's just been caught stealing panties. For the second time. Her well-to-do father has had enough of her bratty behavior, and it's time for Laurie to start earning her privileges back. Laurie's best friend, April, insulted her lesbian neighbor in front of the whole neighborhood, and her parents are sick of her entitled attitude. Now Laurie and April have been stripped of everything. Their allowance, cars, phones, and even their clothes. Forced to live a life of utter humiliation, volunteering in a homeless shelter, these two spoiled brats are about to learn what a life without privilege is all about.
Sharing a Room (Length: 15.5K Words): When Clint and Jamie attend their cousin's wedding, they're forced to share a room at their Aunt's home. Things have changed since they were kids, though. One of those things is Clint's endowment! When Jamie gets an accidental look at her brother's equipment, she can't stop thinking about it. She needs to have it. It's a classic tale of sibling room sharing that goes so much further than it should. Filled with sexy situations, public indecency, and filthy fun, you absolutely won't regret sharing a room with your hung brother.
Subliminal (Length: 25.4K words): Aspiring journalist Sarah wants to get ahead in a cut-throat industry. It's tough to maintain one's journalistic integrity in a field dominated by sharks. When Sarah begins receiving messages on her phone, "fun facts" about how to get ahead in life, she ignores them. Who wants to read spam? The messages keep coming, though, and the more Sarah's exposed to their increasingly degrading contents, the more she becomes a believer. Soon, her integrity is becoming an afterthought. Getting ahead becomes more important. And if she needs to use her body to do it... Well, the messages tell her that's okay.
Using Hailey (Length: 28.1K words): Hailey's religious parents think her lesbian lifestyle is a choice, and they want her out of the house for being a sinner. Nothing she says is going to change their mind. With nowhere else to turn, Hailey moves in with her older sister and husband, thankful for their kindness and a place to stay. Soon, however, they start demanding rent from jobless Hailey. No matter how hard she tries, she just can't find work. That's when her sister offers an alternative. There are things her husband likes, things she just doesn't want to do. The first and most obvious is blowjobs. And that's how Hailey begins paying her rent, being a lesbian blowjob girl for her brother-in-law. But that's not at all where it ends...
What a Man Deserves (Length: 32.4K Words): Chad and his new wife Bev, fall victim to the seductive MILF next door, turning their recent union into a perverse spiral of depravity. As newlyweds, moving in together should be a happy time. Their first apartment is small, but their love is strong. That is, until their new neighbor, Teresa, begins putting a wedge between them. Preying on Bev's insecurities in bed, and Chad's feelings that he deserves more, their hot neighbor begins leading the inexperienced couple into a cuckquean relationship.
Life Coach (Length: 24.5K words): Nikki's been a shy, reserved, sheltered girl her whole life. Now that she's off to college, it's time to change. When she engages Samantha, a popular online life coach, her life begins spiraling out of control. Samantha is convinced slutty girls are way more popular, and that's the path Nikki needs to pursue. Soon, Nikki's exposing herself in public, encouraged by her dormmate. Samantha has her take photos of herself, and posts them online for people to follow Nikki's "success story". It's one humiliation after another as Nikki grows increasingly more aroused at her own lewd behavior.
Aurora (Length: 32.4K words): Kirel captains the Aurora, a desperate bid to carry DNA to a new colony across the stars. When the ship encounters an anomaly, and the hope for the future is destroyed, Aurora's AI goes rogue. It's determined to carry out its mission to repopulate humanity on the New Eden colony. With only two humans on board, that means they'll require a few modifications to breed effectively.
Media bonuses:
Jessie Country Girl image pack (120 explicit images)
Kayla Sterns Naughty Schoolgirl image pack (45 explicit images)
Kristy's Cunt: Illustrated Story (PDF + Video story)