Olivia M. Ravensworth
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Rachel's ReEducation
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Thrown naked and screaming into a candlelit dungeon, the slender, darkeyed grad student Rachel crouches on the floor while her Psychology professor, Dr. McEvers and the other members of her class, all as naked as she is, leer down at her youthful body with undisguised lust. It had seemed only natural that she sign the customary release form when she enrolled in the professor’s Psychology 669: “Advanced Topics in the Study of Human Sexuality.” It’s expected that grad students will participate as research subjects, but apparently she failed to read the fine print. To her further embarrassment, Dr. Evers discloses to the class intimate details from her private class journal, including every dirty secret in her guilty imagination. Despite the shame and humiliation, Rachel has long entertained the most outrageous fantasies of exhibitionism, lesbianism, and sexual submission. To her fellow students Rachel is little more than a promising piece of research, and under McEvers’ direction, they take their turns teasing and tormenting the brunette’s writhing white flesh in scenes taken from her private fantasies. In the morning, as she awakens in her room with pictures of the night’s debauchery hanging from her apartment walls, she realizes that Dr. McEvers has more in mind for her than the torment of a sexy test subject. He’s had his eye on her for months, and now that his plan is finally underway, he quickly assumes control over the vulnerable and conflicted young woman. He introduces her to his wife, Lisa, setting the stage for their lesbian affair as Rachel is groomed to be the enslaved bedmate of the smilingly superior McEvers and his seemingly proper yet slyeyed wife. Back and forth Rachel teeters between shame and willingness, resentment and friendship, submission and dominance, as the mercurial couple exercise the most intimate power over their slinky young plaything. In the end, of course, Rachel will find her true place in their perverted household.
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Alyssa's Needs Trilogy
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After a year and a half of marriage, the beautiful Alyssa suddenly tells her adoring husband that she needs more than any one man, no matter how loving, can give her far more. Brad is shocked, but Alyssa, with her dark eyes smoldering, explains patiently, yet thoroughly and graphically and very unapologetically, exactly what she requires. Brad, aghast, may resist the seemingly impossible request, but Alyssa will not be put off, and she knows her prey perhaps even better than he himself does. Fiercely ashamed at what she has suggested, the confused man nevertheless is, on another level he cannot quite admit even to himself, guiltily excited, too. Sexually denied by a calm yet mercilessly firm wife who will not grant him the comfort of her supple white flesh until after he has allowed begged! her to give her sleek young body to men he does not even know, the onceproud husband is caught like a fly in the sticky web of her shameless designs. Deeper descends Brad into utter and abject slavery at the hands of his smirking, beautifully cruel wife, ever deeper, enduring piquant humiliations and tasting strange joys such as he scarcely knew existed. The slinkyhipped temptress will not rest until Brad finally understands his true place as his mistress’s most worshipful and willing thrall. Cuckoldry and femdom, gangbangs and exhibitionism and lesbianism, spermslavery and male bisexuality in a way, these are only the beginning for the pliant, desperately needy Brad. One dark midnight, after all, the exquisitely subjugated slave is wakened once more by the sounds of lovemaking in the bed right beside him. But rather than the anonymous man whom the husband naturally had been expecting, Brad blinks his eyes wide to see a fleshy middleaged woman and a skinny young girl with long red hair and delicate tiny breasts cavorting with his unpredictable wife. The confused Brad has never imagined the like, but of course only Alyssa knows the true fate that awaits her sweetly degraded devotee…
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The Magic Box
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Elizabeth has always been a “good girl” a proper Catholic schoolgirl, shy, uncertain coed, and now a devoted and respectable wife. Despite her façade of normalcy, however, Elizabeth seethes inwardly with repressed desires. She guiltily dreams of forbidden acts – lesbian seductions, shameless exhibitionism, bondage, dominance, submission, and depraved orgies. She cannot stop her crazy longings. One night, her husband Bill coaxes to share her naughty fantasies. Inspired, and with the help of his best friend, a magician named Kyle, Bill arranges a scenario straight from her dirty daydreams: being blindfolded and bound in a perversely compartmentalized “magic box” while Bill’s friends, erect, grinning and wildeyed, use the helplessly writhing woman as an intimate plaything. It is everything Elizabeth has dreamed of, and more. Once a former good girl has plummeted so deeply into degradation and debauchery, can there ever be any going back? The hesitant wife at last consents to join her husband and his friend in founding a secret sex club – The Magic Box. Only then will she learn how far she will go to satisfy her true needs.
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The Ring of the Giants
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Life is hard in the unending wilds of 8000 BC middle Europe, but for Kalesh, child of none, friend of none, kinsman of none, it is hardest still. The unwanted foundling can only dream, despairingly, of acceptance, of happiness…and of the enigmatic blackhaired girl, Mara, who, secretly and yet known to all, in the dark of night creeps about the sleeping village, and with her determined mouth performs unspeakable acts. Once yet only once when Mara sees Kalesh peering from his leanto at her midnight prowlings, before he can draw back, she scampers in and steals his seed. The young man is smitten, yet very confused. He calls her many bad names, and he scorns her and degrades her and pulls her hair and yet after she swallows in comingled triumph and shame, before she turns to leave, he whispers helplessly, “I love you!” Certainly after the things she has done, no man would want Mara for a wife. Yet while she is the one who is low and polluted, Kalesh alone senses that somehow the smirking wench seems to look down upon the others from some great height, disdainfully. He cannot understand it, and such notions, of course, will not change his miserable life, or hers. One day, however, Kalesh on a lonely hill deep in the forest discovers the petrified body of an ancient giant. With the magical power of the gifts he finds there, he at last will take away his Mara, along with a wideeyed, diminutive, yet very intimately skilled blonde junior wife named Pon. Swaggering now with two shapely girls of his very own his to touch and fondle, to tease and torment, to heap with any outrage that might amuse him the longrepressed Kalesh will journey from mammothhaunted forests, over the pirateravaged Sea of the South, across burning desert and through fetid jungle, and even over the Western Sea to the fabled isle of the mighty Atlans, to chase his wild passions, and his destiny.
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The Discipline of the Governess
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Dismissed from school for the crime of selfabuse, Master Edward returns to Victorian London in disgrace, to the home of the aloof, ancient father from whom he so looks forward to inheriting. There, however, the sensitive, delicate lad finds that his former governess has been replaced by a disturbingly lovely blackhaired young lady scarcely older than himself and yet infinitely more selfassured. Miss Violetta already knows precisely why the boy has returned and since she can tell, she explains haughtily, that what passed for discipline and education at his previous school were woefully inadequate, she will see to both most painstakingly. The way to overcome temptation, Miss Violetta tells him with her dark eyes simmering, is not to turn and run but instead to face it squarely. To this end, with all of the rightful powers of her unquestioned office, the impeccably blackgarbed governess will tease and tantalize and torment the poor boy endlessly. From the time that her special assistants, the smirking redheaded twins Janey and Jenny, bathe and shave the cringing lad every morning to the moment he is put away at night, naked and available for inspection in quarters right next to those of the gloatingly superior Miss Violetta, the disobedient young gentleman reels offbalance and unsure and confused. It is all in the highsounding name of discipline and morality, of course, and Edward cannot help but obey. Yet from the closed and shuttered chambers of the redwallpapered mansions of the most respectable families, through the fogshrouded back alleys of soot and grime and sin, to the sweetsmelling haze of languorous opium dens, Edward soon realizes that before being taken in hand by the merciless Miss Violetta, he had not really even suspected the true meaning of discipline…nor of utter and abject submission.
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Slave To Six Worlds
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In a future as imagined from the Golden Age of science fiction of the 1930s a colorful, bawdy, brawling time of atomicpowered rocketships, supremely intellectual but lustful Martians, and seductive greenskinned Venusian lesbians buxom blonde debutante Cynthia has tried so hard to be a “good girl.” Despite her seemingly prim exterior, however, the shy yet restless virgin has had many, many desperately naughty fantasies… During her honeymoon with rakish young playboy Steven, the wealthiest man in the Solar System, the blushing bride is abducted by coarse, grinning space pirates who of course use and abuse the poor shivering creature without remorse as their sexual plaything…as she knew, secretly hopeful, that they must. Guiltily flattered and shamefully fulfilled, the girl then is delivered into the most intimate indentured servitude under the avuncular, obese lecher Mr. Tubman and his cruelly predatory wife, who run Tycho’s Nose, the most notorious dive among all the seedy bars and honkytonks of the farflung spaceways. There, hidden in the twisty warrens tunneled beneath the cratered gray surface of the Moon, poor Cynthia must work her way “up” in the perverse hierarchy of Tycho’s Nose from glory hole girl, to topless waitress, to undertable jerkgirl, to caged masturbator before finally she can attain a coveted private bed in the institution’s infamous brothel. A good girl such as Cynthia of course would never purposefully wish to lie naked and spreadlegged and moaning day after day after day beneath grunting spacemen and the exotic members of strange alien species alike…yet do it she must. After all, she tells herself piously, this lucrative humiliation is the only way she ever can earn the money to buy her freedom. Is there any end to the wickedly thrilling degradations Cynthia must endure beneath countless erect and redfaced strangers? And even if she is ever freed, after all of the indignities committed upon and within her onceinnocent flesh, would her beloved Steven even wish to take the debauched beauty back…? Includes: bondage, submissive training, male domination, humiliation, glory holes, oral sex, anal sex
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The Supremacy of Samantha
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Running low on cash during poker night with the boys, Tom ends up putting his wife up for collateral to stay in on a hand and win an enormous pot he knows he cannot lose…and yet lose he does. None of his friends would ever try to collect on the bet, of course, and instead, looking faintly wistful, they instead merely rib him goodnaturedly. His busty blonde wife Samantha, however, is not as forgiving. First icily offended by the embarrassed man’s confession, then deeply stirred, the seemingly prim and proper schoolteacher soon asks, breathy and flushed, if Tom truly would like her to pay his supposed debt…because she indeed would, she tells him shyly. Tom of course recoils why, she is the love of his life, he tells himself uneasily, the mother of his children, a creature who should be put on a pedestal and adored, not sullied by other man’s leering eyes, their grasping hands, their hungry mouths, their urgent red erections. And yet… Well, despite her rather reserved exterior, Samantha in private always has been so wonderfully sensuous, and he craves to make her ever more beautiful in her pleasure. Secretly and guiltily excited at the wicked idea, the adoring husband thus agrees to grant his inventive darling the naughty little treat she so obviously craves. At this, however, Samantha’s green eyes flash in triumph, and she reminds Tom vengefully that she is not his whore now, he is hers… She will indeed accept the proffered gangbang from all his poker buddies, she explains haughtily, but now that she sees what kind of man her husband truly is, this minor escapade will be only the beginning. Tom cringes, dreading and yet sickly entranced by the forbidden notions that dance alluringly in the inventive mind of his formerly reserved and respectable little wifey. And from the couple’s oncehallowed marriage bed to the back seats of parked cars to the darkest recesses of the internet, the smirkingly merciless Samantha will demonstrate the depths of her illicit passions, and the supremacy of her will.
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The Collector
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In a grim postnuclear nearfuture, Garrett is wealthy entrepreneurengineer with a penchant for collecting. His deepdug shelter overlooking the twisted and flashburned Golden Gate Bridge contains everything the solitary man could ever desire closedloop recycling and mountains of vacuumpacked supplies, tools and spare parts for his restless tinkering, his library of oldfashioned printed books, his prized firearms…and a staggeringly wide selection of erotica, along with expensive highend roboticized love dolls that can cater to his any and every whim. The methodical, introspective Garrett is determined to survive in this poisoned, ruined world. He has always been driven to succeed, after all, in whatever the contest has been. Yet even as he tries to busy himself in puttering in his laboratories and his archives, when his armored, radiocontrolled crawler crunches through a litter of bleached bones in his remote exploration of the eerily glowing ruins of hydrogenbombed San Francisco, it is hard, so hard, to believe that life really means anything anymore. Oh, Garrett has his memories of all the beautiful $10,000anhour escorts he once had frequented, his endless terabytes of porno of all possible variety, and his harem of shapely silicone playmates to be pulled out of storage whenever he needs something to use and abuse, to tease and torment and punish…or even simply to talk to. But there has to be more than that, doesn’t there? Yet exactly what, the melancholy man cannot say. One morning, however, Garrett’s longrange crawler tops a rise in the wilds beyond the zone of total destruction, and for the first time he sights other living human beings. And among these ragtag survivors is one particular brunette, an intelligentseeming blackhaired girl of perhaps twentyeight or thirty whose sly eyes and crooked, redlipped smile just might make life worth living once again…
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The Island of Marquis Gallance
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Early in the 18th century, a shipwrecked merchant captain and his crew find themselves washed up upon the shores of a secretive, uncharted island ruled by the suave, faintly mysterious Marquis Gallance. To the astonishment of the sailors, Gallance offers the castaways not simply a banquet of sumptuous food and drink, but also more intimate hospitality such as can be given only by supple white flesh. The genial Marquis, they learn, maintains an enormous retinue of sexual slaves, both male and female, who at the slightest whim can be subjected to various situations of subjugation, bondage, and degradation. The Captain and his faithful First Officer are introduced to a raventressed girl of mystery. Gallance gives his astonished visitors a long and lingering discussion of how this apparent "lady" has been trained in all manner of debauchery. The Marquis was her first instructor, taking her whenever and wherever he wanted, teaching to masturbate with her fingers and various other objects around the island. He then sent her to a convent to prey on the innocents there. No one, not even the Reverend Mother could resist the nubile girl and her wicked ways. An orgy is conducted upon the nameless girl as part of a welcome party for the Captain and his crew. Her body arranged upon an adjustable Xshaped couch that allows her to be used by a dozen men at once, the beautiful thing calmly urges her purported ravishers ever onward. Despite his descent into the sticky web of hedonism, however, what the honest Captain really wants to know is What is behind it all? Why can he never extract from the smilingly elusive Marquis exactly where he and his men are, why, and for how long? Through it all, the smitten commander searches desperately for the slyeyed, almost mockingly selfcomposed maiden upon whose pale, serene young flesh the twodozenodd seamen satisfied their lusts at the close of their welcoming banquet. Surely, the Captain tells himself vaguely, this sabletressed beauty must hold some clue to the strange mystery of the island of Marquis Gallance...
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The Classic Olivia M. Ravensworth
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For the first time in nearly 20 years, the original three novels of famed erotica author Olivia M. Ravensworth are back in print! In The Mistress of Castle Rohmenstadt, young Katherine inherits a secluded castle deep the in forests of Eastern Europe. Within these dark stone walls, the outwardly innocent American finds mystery piled upon mystery. What motivates the avuncularly smirking butler, the saucy twin chambermaids, and the other servants who cater to Katherine’s increasingly unashamed whims? Why does it grow so easy for the onceshy girl to explore her every desire, to punish her shapely twin French brunettes so intimately for any seeming slight, to demand more, ever more? Exactly what kind of man was the ancient, distantly related benefactor who set up such a household of perversion? And to what secret does the locked door at the base of the northeast turret lead…? The Desires of Rebecca follows a runaway of Elizabethan England, a waif cast out when another girl’s father stumbles upon their amorous dallying. Sobbing and ashamed, and with her naked flesh cut by the shocked man’s savage lash, Rebecca must flee. From the idyllic countryside of Devon, to the caravan of a Gypsy girl who understands her all too well, to the shadowy back alleys of the most sordid lanes of London, the oncesheltered blonde must make her way in a wide, threatening world. When in a sailors’ dive she meets an enigmatic redhead who commands an allfemale crew of buccaneers, it seems Rebecca might have found her place at last. And yet her stern Captain may very well be as cruel a mistress as the raging sea…Domestic Service shows what happens when a middleaged yet still passionate couple find themselves with an empty nest. Seemingly out of the blue, Alan’s wife urges him to hire a livein domestic, and though he is diffident, he cannot resist her growing entreaties. With surprising swiftness, then, Janet has found someone: a slinky, darkeyed doctoral student witty and lovely and sly. It is too, too coincidental, and yet except for his own sudden primal surge of attraction, Alan has no objections he can raise. The three fall into a cozy life together, and yet when the faithful man comes to believe it is growing dangerously cozy, he suddenly realizes that he doesn’t even know the half of it…
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