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The Kidnapper

“Ssssshh!!” Cynthia ordered Robbie, quickly handgagging her bound captive. “Are you expecting company??”

“Mmmph, Mmmph, mmmph!” replied Robbie hopelessly.

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Batgirl gets a little help from from a sister - the violent misogynist’s girlfriend no less. “Enough, Lou!” KA-BONG!! indeed. I also love the guy’s dazed riposte while Batgirl ties him up - “Women…”

For Batgirlspain, if she’s watching…

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[flymeandtiememaam2]

Unbearable

Jason coukd not believe how this diminutive East Asian flight attendant had been able to throw him over her slight shoulder when he pounced in her in her hotel room and then turn him into a human pretzel until he begged her to let him surrender. The uniformed and pantyhosed minx then tied him up, taking particular pleasure in wrapping several strips of ductape around Jason’s mouth. All this was humiliating enough, but the really unbearable bit was when the little witch sat back on her bed and clicked away on her phone taking embarrassing photo after embarrassing photo of his bound plight. “Mmmmmph!” the anguished man protested bitterly as the young woman zipped the images of the captured mugger around all her social media accounts. “I would ask you to smile,” grinned the stewardess mockingly, “but that is a little difficult for you now, eh?”

Sources: retrorope and Pinterest

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[pulpman2]

Ellen’s New Acquaintance

The bald man was filled with a homicidal fury. He had already flung Ellen Harvey, PI, against the wall of the dingy apartment to where she had tracked him as she cautiously entered the room. Ellen, no shrinking violet and an expert in jiu-jitsu, was nonetheless completely unprepared for the ferocity of the burly man’s attack. As she felt blood begin to flow from the slight cut on her forehead, Kane followed up his surprise assault and seized Ellen by the neck and forced her entire body against the wall. Desperately, the brunette clawed at her attacker’s muscular arm with her right hand, grabbing his wrist but nothing could restrain the strength of the enraged man’s fury. Through the corner of her eye the alarmed woman could see Kane also had a lethal-looking screwdriver clutched in his fist, aimed directly at Ellen’s face. “Who sent you, b***h?” the fugitive gangster demanded.

Ellen began a choking reply. Kane frowned, the red hatred of his anger seeming to dissipate slightly and he loosened his grip a little on the woman’s neck. “No one sent me,” she gasped, “I came to warn you…” Kane’s frown deepened. “Warn me?” he repeated. “A dame wants to warn me? Warn me about what?” Ellen gazed appealingly at the man, her green/brown eyes shining, “Mr Kane,” she told him huskily, “you are in danger…” Suddenly the grip on her neck tightened again. “Stop playing games!” he yelled at her. “Danger from who? Big Louie? Those crooked downtown cops? Who?” Ellen, smiling weakly replied faintly: “Not who, but what…” Kane’s brows furrowed dimly.

At that moment Ellen’s nyloned right knee shot out and connected as hard as the female detective could manage with Kane’s groin. The man doubled up immediately with a grunt, the screwdriver falling from his hand allowing Ellen to follow up with a hard punch to her assailant’s nose. He collapsed to the ground, choking in shock and pain. Ellen, breathing hard, stepped over the gangster’s writhing form, strode to his wardrobe and pulled out a shirt which she began to tear into strips. “I was trying to warn you you would be in danger of never being able to have children again if you didn’t let go of me pronto.” she told him matter-of-factly. “Why don’t men ever listen?” Then Ellen knelt next to the stricken man and pulled his arms behind his back in order to tie him up. “Ellen Harvey, private investigator and honorary police detective with the Chicago PD, Mr Kane,” she said as she bound the still gasping man, “pleased to make your acquaintance.”

My interpretation of the story behind the cover to The Dame Dies Twice by Robert Leslie Bellem, Speed Detective #2 (February 1943)

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[ndfan3]

“I Suggest You Surrender.”

Those words were like hammer blows into my chest. It wasn’t just the fact that Nancy Drew, “Girl Detective”, was standing nonchalantly on my very own stage, the coronet of Laura Farmer, the Homecoming Queen I had just ransomed back to her grateful family for a pretty penny, swinging in her hand. It wasn’t simply that the insouciant smile on Miss Drew’s girl-next-door pretty mouth meant she had discovered the offending article in my apartment, or even that I knew she was right - my crime was discovered, and I was caught. No, it was the fact that the little vixen was telling me I needed to surrender. Me - who had been arranging pageants before this absurd little amateur sleuth was even in kindergarten!

“Surrender? To you?” I replied, unable to keep the sneer from out of my voice. “It will go a lot easier for you if you come quietly, Mr Briggs.” the young woman replied simply. “I called the sheriff before confronting you: he will be here in twenty minutes.” I gazed in bitter frustration at my teenaged nemesis - taking in her dreary flat shoes, her conservative tan pantyhose and her sensible beltless grey dress. “You would never have won the Pageant, Miss Drew!” I told her somewhat pointlessly. “You are far too boring!” The girl laughed at that despite herself as my head dropped in defeat. “I think I had better tie you up, Mr Briggs,” she smiled at me happily, “just in case the sheriff is delayed, you see.” The girl removed the unsophisticated cloth band from her head, allowing her fair hair to tumble over her shoulders and then walked towards me. “Put your hands behind your back please, sir.” she told me. I glowered back at her miserably, but did as she instructed…

My interpretation of the cover to Pageant Perfect Crime, Nancy Drew Girl Detective #30 (June 2008); caption mine.

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“I’m Going To Tie You Up!”

“Tie me up??” repeated the caught burglar incredulously. “Is that regulation, ma’am?” Rookie cop Carmen Nicholls coloured slightly as she approached her prisoner and he, with a puzzled expression on his face, obediently placed his hands behind his back. “Er, I left my handcuffs back at the precinct,” she told the man a little apologetically, “so I’m going to have to use my spare pair of tights to restrain you.”

“Really, ma’am? Would they be nylon tights?” the robber replied as the young policewoman, feeling highly embarrassed, pulled his arms behind him, while reaching for the pantyhose buried somewhere in her handbag. “Please…. be my guest!” Carmen frowned as she began to tie the smirking young man. “Ew!” she remarked.

AI images created via Imagine

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The Bounty Hunter of Nalgaria

“So how is that whole macho-no-woman-will-ever-take-me-alive-I-will-make-her-my-sobbing-sex-slave thing working out for you down there?” asked Penelope, Bounty Hunter of Nalgaria while Zod the Highwayman grunted in discomfort as the young woman bound the defeated bandit.

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[submission4]

Women’s Words

How do women do it? I asked myself disconsolately as Jimmy and I trudged past the hijab-clad young woman (who had told us her name was Shazna) into the waiting closet with our hands securely bound behind our backs with a combination of dressing gown belts and scarves. Shazna, like all her sex, seemed prenaturally possessed of the skills of persuasion, cajoling and coaxing to get me and my friend to see the error of our ways, put down our replica guns and agree to be captured by the young woman. I suppose the tying up that followed was inevitable, if a little ignominious, but did she really have to gag us and lock us up to? After all, after we had agreed to surrender,mee were doing entirely as she asked. But then her words changed too, from sweet concerned female reason to what the Americans call “woman trash talk”. We couldn’t give a reply to her mocking rhetorical question as we walked towards the open closet door, thanks to the ladies tights Shazna had laughingly tied around our mouths, (with the words, “Ooh, these nylons look better on you than me, chaps!”) but she knew how we felt - totally humiliated!

Source: Pinterest

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The Unexpected Guest 4

Max was pushed gently onto his side and gazed miserably at the magnolia paintwork of his cabin wall; his bed was incongruously soft, its warm comfort contrasting starkly with the agonising pain he felt in his elbows and wrists. His unexpected visitor had ordered him to turn around and place his hands behind his back while she pulled the cord from the blinds that covered the portholes of his room. He heard a dull clunk as the woman, still clad in her underwear and nylons, placed his own captured gun on the dresser in front of the mirror. Perhaps he had had had the chance then, as this mysterious alleged thief stretched out the cords in her velvet gloved hands, to turn on her and overpower her, but he knew he was beaten - any female bold enough to do what she had just done could be capable of doing anything, he reasoned, with probably the fighting skills to match, so the demoralised diplomat stood obediently and waited until she began to bind his wrists behind him.

She worked silently, pushing him onto the bed after his hands were tightly tied behind his back and then used more cords to painfully secure his elbows. He cried out at that, only to find his own tie and cravat hastily pushed into his open mouth and then tied firmly around his mouth. Finally his ankles were bound too. Humiliated, and unable to move or speak, Max lay on his side, feeling like an outraged schoolboy who had been unjustifiably spanked by his mother. He heard the rustling of silk, aware that his female nemesis must be getting dressed again, pulling on the clinging gown that had so distracted him. Then the witch had the gall to sit at his dresser, touching up her make up and and brushing her lustrous black hair. “Your colleagues will search in vain in the park for the file you were supposed to leave for them,” she suddenly said, her voice rich with amusement and satisfaction, “but my employers will be microfilming it tonight.” He cursed himself as an idiot and strained against his vicious bonds but to no avail. “And sadly for you, my friend,” she continued in mock sympathy, “you will also be relieved of your watch, credit cards and cash, because I am, most of the time, a very good thief.”

Max turned his head to gaze bitterly at the beautiful young woman who had single handedly ruined his career. She looked back, fake sympathy on her face and his precious file and valuables in her hand. His gun was nowhere to be seen. “Aw,” she intoned ruefully, “my poor diplomat. Gule gule, my sweet.” And with a rustle of silk and a swish of nylon on nylon, his visitor was gone, the lock of the door sounding after she had slammed shut.

My interpretation of the story behind this final panel of a four panel espionage series by the immortal Eric Stanton

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Once More For Instagram!

I had unwisely seized Amanda, the British Airways stewardess from behind as she entered her hotel room, far earlier than I had expected. I put on my most convincing scary stage-villain voice as I clapped a hand over the young woman’s mouth. “I just wanted some of your panties and tights, slut,” I snarled, “but now you’ve interrupted me, perhaps I’ll just the peel the ones you’re wearing right off you!”

Before I had even finished speaking, I found Amanda had pushed her shapely backside hard into my stomach, pushing the air out. As I gasped in pain, and my grip around her mouth loosened, the stewardess seized my wrist with both hands and the next thing I knew, I was flying through the air as she threw me over her shoulder and I landed painfully and ignominiously on my back on the floor. I lay there groaning and blinking as the light flicked on and the uniformed woman pinned my wrists to the carpet and she swung her legs either side of me to straddle me. There was no way I was going to endure the inevitable female face slapping that would accompany her schoolgirl pin (I remembered them well from my schooldays), so I quickly surrendered. “I give up, miss,” I whined.

She hauled me to my feet, put me in an armlock with one hand while she examined her open underwear drawer with the other. “Ew!” Amanda remarked at the sight of scattered nylons and panties. “Well, if you like them so much..” she laughed as she then tied my wrists tightly behind my back with pantyhose. Once I was safely bound, the stewardess squeezed my nose and forced a pair of panties into my open mouth before tying the gag in place with another set of tights. Soon, propped up against the wall, ankles also lashed together, I stared pathetically as the woman sat nonchalantly on a table opposite, legs crossed provocatively and snapped pic after pic of me with her phone. “Once more for Instagram!” she beamed as I “Mmmmphed” sadly in reply. “Before I call the girls in reception to come and collect you!”

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Rogue’s Gallery

I stared sullenly at Fiona as the blonde bespectacled specialist nurse took picture after picture of me while I glared at her over the tape gag she had pressed so firmly over my mouth. My hands were also tied behind my back, and my ankles were similarly bound as I looked up at the night nurse who had surprised and captured me, just as I was in the act of downloading the formula for the anti-ageing drug Vitalean which my research lab had developed, aiming to sell it to commercial companies desperate to get their hands on it.

“These are for a rogue’s gallery I’m going to post on every pharmacy, research and medical website I can find, Terry,” Fiona told me with a slightly smug smile on her handsome features, “warning them not to touch you with a barge pole! Hopefully it will be enough to end your career - even after you’ve got out of prison!” I continued to glower at the self-satisfied grey-uniformed witch who had bound me. “Fmmp oppph, bmmmph!” I told her. She just laughed. “That’s why I gagged you, sweetie!” she grinned and dropped her phone into the pocket of her uniform dress at last. “Now are you ready for a little walk of shame down the corridor to the security office?”

“Ggg tggn hll!” I retorted. “Whatever, babe!” remarked Fiona, crouching to untie my feet before she hauled me off to face the music.

Source: Nurses Uniforms and Ladies Workwear on Flickr

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To Russia With Love, Part 7

Yelena turned to Natasha, one of the crew who came running up to help her. “Vot eta da!” the arriving stewardess exclaimed. “You must have really paid attention in self defence classes!” Yelena smiled. “Have you got anything we can use to tie these two idiots up?” she asked. Natasha grinned broadly and stepped behind Yelena to pull open a metal drawer to reveal the most extraordinary array of handcuffs, straps, rope and flexi cuffs. “Take your pick, babe.” the woman beamed. Yelena’s eyes widened. “A dominatrix’s paradise,” she breathed.

As Anzor slowly stirred, he became aware that his hands and arms were being tightly tied behind him. He tried to strain his neck to view his tormentor. He glimpsed the red uniformed form of Yelena as she sat stride his back while she bound him securely. “It’s too tight, b****h!” he raged. “That’s the idea, you self important asshole!” the Ukrainian operative retorted. “We don’t have time for this!” And she clipped the back of the Chechen’s balding head to signal her disapproval.

Meanwhile, in an unwilling act of terrorist solidarity, a fuming Asmart gazed up at Katina, his eyes blazing with misogynistic fury, but before he could commence a religious inflected rant of female hatred, the victorious woman gagged her bound opponent with her uniform scarf. “Keep it to yourself, brother.” she smiled, tight lipped. “I would like to spare the female passengers on board your holy sexist bullshit!”

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“I’ll have to gag you before I go. My panties should do the trick, although it will be a shame to ruin a perfectly good pair of silks just to keep you quiet. Still, never mind, needs must, eh? Get that mouth of yours opened wide, honey!”

My interpretation of the one way dialogue going on in this great female dominance juxtaposition by Tied Up At The Moment on Deviant Art.

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[submission4]

Two Minutes To Save The World

“We took too long tying him up!” Japan Airlines stewardess Ayaka Sakamoto told her colleague Kanako Murakami desperately as she jabbed urgently at the keyboard the two women had commandeered from the watching evil programmer John Harris. The embittered former employee of Metatek Armaments may have been bound hand and foot but he chuckled to himself from underneath the tape gag pressed over his mouth as he watched the two women who had overpowered him attempt to ruin his plan of vengeance. ‘Those witches will never work out the code in the time they’ve got!’ he gloated to himself. ‘Central Tokyo will soon be laid waste!’

The digital clock ticked down to 00.3.00. “We just don’t have enough time to halt the launch!” Ayaka cried out in anguish. Kanako frowned and then her eyes widened. “Try the prototype number again, Ayaka, but this time with that idiot’s initials attached.” the woman suggested hurriedly. Ayaka paused but then heard an unmistakable groan of despair from the gagged prisoner behind them. Even as the clock ticked down to 00.2.50, she smiled in triumph and jabbed in X459-JH. The sequence stopped immediately; the message device disarmed flashed onto the screen and the two stewardesses turned to face their crestfallen captive. “Tokyo saved with two minutes to go! Curses, foiled again, Mr Harris?” Kanako volunteered with a relieved grin as Harris bowed his head in defeat.

Sources: retrorope and Pinterest

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[flymeandtiememaam2]

Headed Off At The Exit POV

“Going somewhere, sir?” the blonde flight attendant asked with an amused smile. I paused, uncertain how to reply. “I think you may have placed three watches, a bottle of whisky and at least one crystal champagne glass in your bag.” she beamed at me. My jaw dropped. I had deliberately been the last to disembark, and now here she was - heading me off at the pass! How did this young woman know? And so accurately? The stewardess seemed even more amused at my confusion. With a wind blown swish of her ponytail, swept joyously back over shoulder, accompanied by a matching, but very different and static, swish-swish as her pantyhosed legs brushed together, the stewardess walked towards me.

“CCTV is everywhere, sir!” she laughed happily. “I will need to to search your bag just to confirm, but please turn around now, go back into the aisle and then accompany me to the rear of the plane, bringing your bag with you.” I looked at her, utterly bemused. “But why, miss?” I asked plaintively. She sighed. “I will need to tie your hands behind your back before I start my search - just as a precaution, you understand…” the woman explained patiently and loosened her green uniform neckscarf meaningfully. “We normally do that sort of thing in an area that’s little less public.” I nodded dumbly, overwhelmed by her persuasive authority, demoralised at having been trapped so easily, and quite unable to talk my way out of it. “Whatever you say, ma’am…” I replied weakly and turned sadly around, feeling a slight but firm female hand in the small of my back as she followed behind me, urging me forward into what promised to be a humiliating captivity.

Source: Pinterest

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