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Kidnap, The Tyler Files, Volume 1, Number 1
HOM, Inc.
Van Nuys, California
1985

digital replica

Kidnap, The Tyler Files, Volume 1, Number 5
HOM, Inc.
Van Nuys, California
1987

digital replica

Kidnap, The Tyler Files, Volume 1, Number 1

As suggested by the title, the bondage pretext here relates neither to espionage or discipline but to kidnapping young lovelies for profit. Three generous pictorials trace the management of slender captives from their native habitats to an organization that has commercial plans for them.

Other features relate to Tyler novels and the Fanni Hall series.

Recruit K-1

Candice strolls near a swimming pool in striped bikini and ankle-strap pumps, showing off youthful curves. On a mattress in the back of a van, the cute blond gets fitted with ankle cuffs, wrist cuffs and a ball gag.

Indoors, wearing only a look of distress, she's roped to a cot with a knotted fabric gag. In two pictures, she lies near a fireplace in a shiny corselette, gagged by a leather head harness.

Recruit K-2

Convinced she's performing in a screen test, pretty Tara gets roped to the end of a brass bed wearing shiny, stretchy exercise togs, fashionable in the 1980s. Lycra tights and leotard show her fine form while gagged and immobilized by ropes.

In some pictures, narrow leather straps enclose wrists and ankles. In others, she silenced by tape. In thigh-high leather boots, she gets spread-eagled on top of the bed.

Recruit K-3

In short black dress and open-toed pumps, Samantha gets hijacked into the back seat of a car. There, she's silenced with a white cloth gag. Tight ropes encircle her arms and chest, wrists, knees and ankles. At the warehouse, she's attached to a chair with many restricting ties.

After she gets hog-tied on a mattress, the buttons of her dress unfasten, exposing bra and panties, ankles lashed to thighs. The last photographs in the set show her gagged and blindfolded by black cloth and tied to shelving.

Missing Four Tyler Pages

When Tyler No. 3: Hostages to Hate was printed, four pages were missing that should have appeared between second and third paragraphs on page 151. The missing text appears in the magazine on two pages, accompanied by a Robert Bishop illustration.

The Return of Fanni Hall

A page summarizes a conversation between Robert Bishop and Mr. Merrick on the subject of a sequel to the four Fanni Hall episodes. After a recap, the text-only narrative begins with these words:

Dawnelle had almost made it to the door and might well have were it not for the hobble about her ankles. John's flying tackle, another Americanism he particularly liked, put both of them into a heap near the head of the sofa, where he adroitly snatched one of the huge leaking feather pillows and nested Dawnelle's face in it while he fished the wadded scarf out of his pocket. "Ride 'em, cowboy," he said, smiling. Dawnelle's twisting body and muffled squawks were the best fun he'd had all day.

Ian turned his direction to the long-range guns at the right end of the cabinet; he'd scanned the contents when Fanni removed the Heckler and Koch but hadn't paid much attention to the specifics other than to note the three turn-bolt guns off by themselves — Rugers, all three M77s.

"Here, you're a better shot than me," Ian said, brushing past John and beginning to slide all the windows open. John stuffed three of the beefy rounds into the magazine-well, then pressed the lot down and rode the nose of-the bolt over the assemblage and dropped a fourth round into the chamber, then locked up the gun. Four little presents from Mommy. He smiled to himself, then walked to the window nearest the small knoll where he'd spotted the first of the visitors. Still there. About 200 meters. Probably where the gun's zeroed, he thought. I do so enjoy turkey shoots, gobble gobble. Ian was sticking a 30-round magazine into another Ruger, a Mini 14, and 12-gauge shells into a Winchester 1200 riot gun. The man who'd been floudering in the stream had disappeared.

Ian had his eyes pressed to the small binoculars he seemed born with. "Any chance they're ours?" John whispered.

"Negative, mate. And they're not American either; Langley would've rung us up if they were sending up this bloody lot of Neanderthals.'' He paused to dart to another window and cautiously looked out. "Bloody hell, there's more of th — "

The glass at the side of Ian's head exploded, first into motes, then chunks, and finally sharded slivers that zoomed all over the insides of the cabin. Dawnelle jerked against her ropes, whining into the gag.
"Ian! Ian! My god, man, are—"

"Get the three on the hill— now! Do it! Do it!" John instantly turned from Ian's bloodied face, small chips of glass decorating it like a mosaic. The binoculars had saved his eyes. Small miracles and all that.

"Cluster, you asshole!" the tall man beside the sniper grated. "Now they know we're here! Adams and Chosen aren't even in position yet. Goddamned stupid shit!"

The air had gone all electric in its stillness after the shot: a green and grey freeze-frame. Cluster could see Adams as an obscure blot paralyzed a few yards from the side of the house. "I'm sorry. Mr. Bertram. I thought I had a good shot." Goddamn old man's kid coming out to supervise a simple delousing and shoving his fucking weight around. Who's the asshole here? Nothing but a couple of broads in the house anyway. Jesus H. Christ!

"You'll shoot when I tell you. . . ." And that's as far as young Master Bertram got with his righteous "I'm-the-employer-and-you're-the-employee" routine, because right about then the sniper's head above his nose, complete with one eyeball, exploded into a bright red and white flying stew with a sodden plop, closely followed by the astonishingly hard bark of the .338.

The digital replica contains all content of the 48-page magazine in the original sequence, including advertising. A few page layouts were revised slightly. Some empty margins, walls and floors were cropped out.

Brightness, contrast and levels were adjusted and shadows reduced. Good photography in the original transposed to ebook format with clarity.

All new scans. Nudity.

Kidnap, The Tyler Files, Volume 1, Number 5

Recruit K-12

Leather straps attach Sandy to a chair, eyes covered by a leather blindfold, silenced by a big leather rectangle with two straps. In other pictures, the petite blond squirms with a gas mask over her face.

Recruit K-13

Candi and Barbara look like they've dressed for a party. Belts, ball gag and cloth blindfold confine the brunette to the floor. After their dresses are pushed down, the two beauties are connected with steel cuffs and chains.

Recruit K-14

Joclyn and Tammy are accosted in an office. The shapely brunette gets attached to a chair with tape and belts, plus many layers of tape across her mouth. Pretty Tammy gets belted to an office chair with arms behind her. On the floor the toothsome twosome get bound in ropes.

Recruit K-15

Barbi first appears in leotard, long white skirt and white pumps, bound on a living room floor. With a stretchy fabric gag across mouth, she squirms with ropes around ankles and knees and hands tied behind her. The rope scheme changes to a hog-tie. Then, nude, she's tied to a wicker chair.

Recruit K-16

In spandex leotard and tights, Jane gets seized in a small gym. Her exercise togs gradually disappear, exposing a lovely body, immobilized by straps, ropes and a tightly buckled ball gag. A spreader bar gets attached to ankles and an exercise device to wrists. In the last photo, a metal device connects her toes.

The digital replica contains all content of the 48-page magazine in the original sequence, including advertising. A few page layouts were revised slightly. Some empty margins, walls and floors were cropped out.

Brightness, contrast and levels were adjusted and shadows reduced. Good photography in the original transposed to ebook format with clarity.

All new scans. Nudity.

NOTE
Although some parts of pictures are obscured on this page, the ebook shows everything that's in the original.

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