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People sometimes react to life-threatening situations by identifying with their captors. History gives us many examples. Studies of how prisoners felt about their guards in World War II concentration camps, show that many prisoners tried to emulate their captors — because they admired them. The prisoners admired the guard’s strength, but mostly they admired their position of power-life and death power.
There is a very fine line between love and hate. Sometimes we hurt the one we love the most. Sometimes we cross the line, not knowing why — only knowing that there is a terrible fascination in it.
TORTURED BRIDE places a man and his young bride in a totally unfamiliar milieu. After crossing the threshold of pain and fear, they react by becoming the oppressors rather than the oppressed. And who among us can criticize them?
“Mmmmmmm, yes,” the woman moaned ecstatically, pulling up her close-fitting turtleneck to reveal huge ivory tits. “Eat my pussy, sweetheart! Your tongue feels so good on my cunt lips!”
The redheaded man kneeling before her on the cheap motel carpet nodded his head absentmindedly. His attention was on the wide-open pussy of the tall, shapely woman sitting on the bed. Her long legs were far apart. His tongue licked her pussy from top to bottom, so powerfully that she fidgeted constantly from sheer delight.
Her slack-lipped pussy drooled hot, fragrant oils into the pussy-fur around her delectable cunt. The man’s tongue stiffened like a miniature version of the fat, stiff cock jutting from the open fly of his pants.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.