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KIDNAPPED

by ZERNS de luxe edition

Based on the famous Takamura novel of the same name

COMIC + NOVEL in the same volume
18 comic pages beautifully illustrated in FULL Color. A new, exciting formula

Price: 19.99 Euro

This manuscript was a revelation, one of three original manuscripts by the young Japanese writer Towaco Takamura. In all of them of them we found all the rare qualities publishers dream of and we are proud to present in this collection: Kidnapped, Training my Slavegirl and Using my Sex-slave, an erotic dream narrated with elegance and tact, but which is at the same time uncompromising and pulls no punches. The story of a siege, a kidnap and heart-gripping captivity. You will not be disappointed!

And her sex training began...

This manuscript was a revelation, one of two original manuscripts by the young Japanese writer Towaco Takamura. In both of them we found all the rare qualities publishers dream of and we are proud to present the first of the two: Kidnapped, an erotic dream narrated with elegance and tact, but which is at the same time uncompromising and pulls no punches. The story of a siege, a kidnap and heart-gripping captivity. You will not be disappointed!

"This is the story of a strange, aberrant, relationship that changes the lives of a kidnapper and his victim. The darkness the oppressive solitude, and fear – fear of her kidnapper and fear of being unable to withstand so much indignity - hang over Marianne, imprisoned in a gloomy basement in a London slum. Her kidnapper, Robert, is an immature psychopath whose mind is clouded by fear of facing his own victim and by panic at the thought of being discovered. This causes Robert to take it out on his prisoner.

Two characters with nothing in common face each other in a life-or-death struggle a few metres below the streets of London. The man is an obscure office worker who has decided to take control of his own life. The woman is an independent business-like young woman who already controls her own destiny and has no qualms about exploiting her physical beauty to manipulate and even ill-treat those who cross her path.

These are the threads that Towako Takamura, the up-and-coming young Japanese writer, weaves into a tale of unusual brilliance and great originality, a tale that is realistic and uncompromising, marked by the dramatic detailed realism that the harsh situation requires. A disturbing work that combines drama, action and eroticism."

FROM THE BOOK:
“Be still, little one. You’re a very nervous puppy and you must learn self-control.” I liked to treat her like that, like a dog. Marianne closed her eyes with a delicious grimace of suffering. It wasn’t the hairgrips but two mousetraps that bit into her flesh just where the nipple started and the breast ended. I didn’t let go of her until she had absorbed all of the pain. Her little hands were gripping the bars, clenched, white with pressure. It wasn’t gratuitous cruelty or revenge, although she really deserved it for being a whore and a cockteaser. I was simply trying to set the stage for what was going to come later…

Once she had got used to the pain I tightened the lace until her nipples were touching each other. That was both moving and provocative… Those fabulous breasts were pressed against one another with the bar in between them. I lifted her chin with the whiphandle. Her eyes were still closed, but the tears were escaping through her eyelids.

“Look at me!” I almost had her.

“Squat!” I demanded cracking the whip furiously on the floor again. The tension was still growing… Marianne lowered herself with her hands on the bars until she was squatting. Her knees projected beyond the bars. Her exquisitely bent thighs drove me wild. My penis was at the height of her face and I used it to raise her chin. It was a magnificent shot: Her face, her green eyes, the ball, and my cock…

I rubbed myself against her cheeks, against her red-painted lips that were stretched around the ball, against her little naughty girl’s nose… Shame I didn’t fit there. I rubbed against her forehead and her eyes.

“Stand up!” another crack of the whip.

I repeated the whole exercise a dozen times leaving the bars shiny with sweat. I used the occasion to take some pictures one of which is still among my favourites today. One of the best I had taken in months. Her eyes, her expression of a beaten victim… I think that was the first time that I managed to subjugate her, even though it wasn’t permanent. Even today I haven’t managed to overcome her completely. It’s more fun like this.

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