THE BOOK:
One day Robert T. Wilson decides to stop being an obscure clerk and to become the greatest of the British psychopaths.
Robert and his victim Marianne, 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.
This is the story of a strange, aberrant, relationship that changes the lives of a criminal and his victim. The darkness the oppressive solitude, and fear - fear of her capturer and fear of being unable to withstand so much indignity - hang over young and pretty Marianne, imprisoned in a gloomy basement in a London slum. Her capturer, 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.
Marianne Crawford knows this better than anyone. For two weeks she has been in his power and subjected to his totally paranoid arbitrariness, his phobias, his extreme cruelty and above all his aberrant sexual habits. She keeps a secret diary and describes the hell in which she lives ...
"... Two things keep me sane: this diary and the hope of escaping and taking my revenge. If he discovers the diary I am finished. I write in tiny writing on the pieces of toilet paper he leaves me. I use eyeliner which I sharpen on the bars. That is all he leaves me when he goes. Eyeliner, lipstick and lacquer for my nails. He's a pig. A fetishist pig. An unpredictable, violent madman. I am terrified. He's decided to turn me into a female dog, a bitch, and I have to behave like one. I'm his naked bitch with a collar, shut in a filthy kennel, barking and wagging my tail. I hate him. I hate his cynical look, his nasal voice and especially his hands. I can't stand his hands .. .He's a bloody sadist and he knows all my weak points ... fear of the dark, of small spaces, of not being able to move, of violence, of sexual blackmail... That's why he ties me up in the most indecent and unbearable ways, shuts me in this tiny cage without light, he beats me repeatedly, he fondles me obscenely until I cry with the pain... And all of this blindfold! ..."
Towako Tamura is unquestionably the leading figure of "Japanese Gutter GORE", a not entirely respectable genre which is nevertheless popular in that country and is rarely published in the West. She is also author of "Hell" and "Captured", both of which will be available in this collection soon.
FROM THE BOOK:
After supper that night I lay on the bed and connected the camera.
She was on her knees, tied with her back to the post with no food or drink and with the video of her first time with her owner at full volume in front of her eyes.
She was lovely...
She still had her mouth forced open by the ring, with her elbows stuck up her back and her shoulders pulled back. She had her thighs together with her ankles tied to the tops of them and her shoes tied to her bum. I love tying her shoes by the heels; it's a trick that immobilizes her foot and keeps it decoratively pointed.
Delicious!
I zoomed in on her: her eyes were tired and weepy and her saliva was sliding down her chin ... The cord that went under her arms to tie her to the post was sinking into her flesh and it was stretching her breasts irresistibly. Her nipples were erect!
I have always said that behind her girlish face, Marianne hides her real nature, that of a nymphomaniac.
She would pay for that too...
I decided to go down...
The disguise ... The siren ... The hosepipe...
I remembered that Marianne would be thirsty, very thirsty.
When I was satisfied that she was clean enough and awake, I put a chair in the cage, I removed the ring from her mouth and tied a coarse rope around her waist, then I put it between her legs letting it bite cruelly into her sex.
I also put a ruler under her knees.
This seemed to upset her a lot, because she immediately began to twist against the post in an absurd attempt to ease the weight on her knees...
Maybe the cord and the ruler seem cruel to you, but don't be fooled, everything was necessary. It was essential for Marianne to pay attention to my words ... I had important things to say to her and one way or another she would focus her mind and not be distracted by her girlish nonsense.
I sat down and pulled the cord to open her cunt.
Marianne whimpered. She always does when I do that. It seems it's very sensitive.
'Pay attention because I'm not going to repeat what you are about to hear,' I said solemnly, pulling harder on the cord.
'Until now I have tried uselessly to make you understand and accept your new situation. You are here because I decided to make you my woman, my female, to be my partner so to speak. But the months have passed and you still try to not be what I want. Tell me ... What do you think I should do with you?'
Marianne looked imploringly into my eyes. It excites me when she does that...
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