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Who can judge a person’s reactions during stress situations? The prisoners of war who give in to their captors’ demands, the kidnapped heiress who joins forces with her abductors — both must make decisions in a vacuum, without benefit of familiar people or situations to guide them. The end result can be either a very negative or a positive experience.
In TEASER IN TORMENT Robyn Durant finds herself in just such a situation. Kidnapped because her father is about to give damning testimony in a legal case, Robyn finds all her beliefs and moral standards put to the test. Raised strictly though lovingly by her father, she has never questioned his values and has accepted all he has taught her as truth. Now she must decide for herself what is right and wrong. What is moral and immoral. Confronted with new values, she must judge their validity, accept or reject them. Her kidnapping has became a positive experience, something that will change her life, for the better, she hopes.
TEASER IN TORMENT — the story of a young girl who is forced to come to terms with her own nature. A novel of significance to our ever-changing society.
“Aw, come on, Robyn,” Barry whined.
He was a little wiped out from the beer he’d been putting down. He pushed me down the hall towards a bedroom. I could hear giggles from an occupied room as we passed.
“I… I’d rather stay with the other kids if you don’t mind.”
“Shit, almost everybody else is in a bedroom… or hunting for one.”
Barry laughed and spilled some of his beer on the rug. He kissed me then and I tasted the alcohol on his lips. He was such an easy one. I’d been driving him half-crazy all night and enjoyed every minute of it. I let him push his tongue between my teeth, tickling the underside of it with my own until he moaned and shoved his body against me. My silk dress clung to my body. Barry’s hands were hot as he searched out the sharp curve of my waist and then fumbled to get under the hem.
“I’ll do the touching,” I whispered, grasping his wrist hard, letting him feel my nails. Barry grunted, let his hand go limp. Then I spread my fingers down the front of his pants. He was all shoved out in the crotch and the heat excited me. I could feel the shape of his cock all bent over inside his shorts. As I rubbed his dick, Barry moved his hips so that the shaft straightened, held against his belly by the elastic of his underwear.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number BB-152 in the original publications (a duplicate).