Taming Tori: A BBW Hucow Short Story

By Beth Kean

Meet Tori Rogers,
a thirty six year old married mother of one, a woman only exceptional in the degree of her disinterest in any act that she considers any darker than creamy vanilla.
Unadventurous, she is happy in her own secure world. She has heard herself called MILF and Cougar, and she is flattered, but not impressed. In her own words, missionary with the lights off is as adventurous as she is prepared to get, and having said that... not very often if she can possibly manage to divert her husband Barry into some other less strenuous endeavour.
But all of that is about to change because Tori suddenly finds herself in a crazy world beyond her control, a confusing world spiralling madly and dragging her down into a pit of depravity. Can she claw her way back to a normal life?
But the greatest question she is about to face... does she really want her old life back?

• Language: English
• Publisher: PMO Publishing
• Release date: Jun 7, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311549198

Beth Kean

Author of bestselling romance and erotica short stories.

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Taming Tori

A BBW Hucow Short Story

By

Beth Kean

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Layout Copyright © 2016 by PMO Publishing. Published 2016 by PMO Publishing. Ebook design by PMO Publishing. Cover art by PMO Publishing.

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Chapter 1

Day 3

Deprived! It was the word that fit best, not that Tori had given any thought to the word or its definition. Tori had greater concerns on her mind than semantics.

She searched her recollection... how long had it been?

Without natural light, daylight as a guide, she was finding it impossible to keep an accurate track of passing time. Her cell featured no window, yet still she heard sounds, obviously the walls hadn't been proofed, so her deprivation was not wholly sensory. Perhaps that is not their plan, she mused miserably, perhaps she had not been put in the small bleak room for disorientation, maybe it was purely fluke that no light peeped through any crack or crevice.

Three days now! she stated with reasonable certainty, the whisper sounding loud in her ears. She had sent her thinking laterally, rather than attempt to estimate time passed she had worked on more accurate markers – meals, she had received three that could easily be classified as breakfast, toasted bread, some butter and preserves. The other meals delivered by the masked man had been more robust, stewed meats and vegetables. So three days, no more! In her frustration it could just as easily have been