#male prisoners

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Wrong Trail 5

It did not take long for the entire group to be securely bound by the women. “Now walk!” one of the warrioresses ordered Luke. “Uh, where to, ma’am?” the young man asked a little dumbly. His reply was a sharp push in his back forcing him to stumble down the trail from whence the amazons had emerged. “Fool!” the frightening female told him angrily.

Meanwhile Jack gazed nervously at the warrior who had tied him. The woman looked terrifying, her face daubed with red colouring, her hair in magnificent braids. “Are-are you going to kill us?” he asked, his voice quavering. His captress grinned broadly, picked up a twig from the jungle trail and snapped it in front of the bound man’s face, laughing wildly. Luke looked over at the altercation. ‘Jeez, that’s not a good sign,’ he thought…

To be continued.

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Algeria 1961

As the colonial war ground to its bitter close, the collaborationist Algerian police could see which way the wind was blowing and began to desert their French masters. At one isolated post, the officers surrendered to a group of female FLN sympathisers who were demonstrating outside the base and demanding the men lay down their arms. Once the demoralised policemen did so, the hijab-clad women bound them and hauled them back triumphantly to their village as shamed prisoners.

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Executions

Jail

Hanging

Prisons

Skinheads

Coveralls

Army

Military

Corporal punishment

Gay farmers

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One More for the Collection

Unfortunately I have had to crop this illustration to make it displayable on Tumblr, but I hope the basic depiction of a professional female kidnapper on the hunt for victims still comes across. I love the look of eager anticipation on the face of this leather-gloved beauty. Harold manages to convey both her excitement and scariness as she closes in on an oblivious male taking a shower.

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Mascara Negra, or the Black Mask, was a Batwoman like character who appeared briefly in the Spanish language comics El Coyote and El Coyote Cabalga. Although these titles ran from 1947 until 1955, Mascara Negra only had four outings in them. Intriguingly, the mysterious black masked and caped heroine is the alter ego of Elodia Zarate, a Madrid based judge, weary of seeing criminals she wishes to convict continually getting away with their crimes. She therefore pursues a one woman campaign to bring the escaped bad guys to justice. This she does through terrorising the criminals into confessing through her supernatural appearance, an impression aided by her super power which enables her to teleport across locations. This helps her catch the baddies disposing of evidence or committing another crime. Also, like Phantom Lady, Mascara Negra can summon up darkness to confuse, intimidate and capture her enemies. If the clever stuff doesn’t do the trick, the Black Mask is also skilled in jiu-jitsu and packs a .45 which usually helps her overcome resistance.

In the panel above, she is assisted in her capture of the criminals by the woman of the house to whom Bob, an investigative reporter, has brought her to recuperate after rescuing her from a car wreck caused by the smugglers she was pursuing, forcing her car off the road. The unfortunate Bob is then shot by the same gangsters. Hearing the shot, the two women rush outside and catch the gangsters standing over the wounded Bob. Faced with the fully recovered Mascara Negra’s pistol, the two men drop their own gun and surrender to the women, allowing the heroine’s companion to tie them up. The immortal fm capture dialogue sounds so good in Spanish: “Atelos fuerte, senora. Dentro, de poco hableran ante la policia.” (“Tie them up tightly, ma’am. Soon they will be talking to the police.”). Bob is left to the lady of the house to fix his wound, which she does, while Elodia escorts their bound prisoners to the police. Mascara Negra wins the day again!

With thanks to Mats Karlsson for sourcing this post

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Pictures from the 1932 film “Hell’s Highway”

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🤎 ₊˚⊹ — give you the world

parring ➵ harry potter x m!reader

summary ➵ enjoying the honeymoon phase in hogsmede.

warnings ➵ n/a

age of parring ➵ 14 - 15

extra ➵ teenage boys grappling the concept of love. credits to @cafekitsune for banners!

harry knew from the moment he woke up that he was going to have a wonderful day. the both of you came up with a plan to have him sneak into hogsmede and have a first date as the both of you officially have the boyfriends title.

as much as harry enjoyed your company, he was nervous to say the least. he thought on how he was gonna have to follow you like a lost puppy as you show him all the best places to visit at hogsmede.

in appropriate winter attire, hidden by his late father’s invisibility cloak, he began to walk. fiddling with his fingers, he did not notice the weasley twins, fred and george, snickering at his obliviousness.

he was making foot prints on the heavy layer of snow, it was like he wanted to get caught.

as soon was the twins finished building their cute snowman, the lunged at harry, dragging him through the snow.

❝ guys leave me alone! ❞ harry cried out.

❝ clever harry. ❞ replied fred, followed along by ❝ but not clever enough. ❞ from george.

❝ besides, we’ve got a better way. ❞

❝ guys cmon, im trying to get to hogsmede! i-i have a date! ❞

❝ we know! with y/n, oh we mean your boyfriend eh? ❞ the twins said simultaneously.

❝ don’t worry, we’ll get you there. ❞

❝ we’ll show you a quicker way. ❞

❝ if you pipe down. ❞

❝ let me go, cmon guys! ❞

❝ now harry, come and join the big boys! ❞

after escaping fred and george with the marauder’s map in his possession, he came out of the recommended one - eyed witch passageway, he found himself in honeyduke’s cellar.

he looked around, checking if the coast was clear, he lifted a tile slightly so only his green orbs could absorb his surroundings.

he lifted himself off the ground, tip toes to stairs that lead up to honeyduke’s. he quickly covered himself with the invisibility cloak as he stepped up, knocking a box of clutter in the process.

harry couldn’t believe his eyes. there were shelves upon shelves of the most succulent - looking sweets imaginable. creamy chunks of nougat, shimmering pink squares of coconut ice, fat, honey - coloured toffees; hundreds of different kinds of chocolate in neat rows; there was a large barrel of ‘every flavour beans’, and another of ‘fizzing whizzbees’, the levitating sherbet balls that ron had mentioned before.

you stood standby, although you and your boyfriend came up with the invisibility cloak hogsmede break in, you never planned where to meet. so made use of your trip to honeydukes to buy yourself some sugar quills.

you dropped some sliver sickles and one galleon on the counter and made your way to the door, only to be pulled by a unknown force, you smiled to yourself knowing it was harry.

it was your turn to drag him, a ❝ oomph! ❞ escaping his lips. coming to a secluded area, harry snatched the cloak off him and reached out, wrapping his arms around your neck.

❝ hey there harry. ❞ you said to him lovingly, wrapping your arms around his waist, with your neck resting on his shoulder.

it hurt your back a bit since the height difference between you and harry was noticeable, regardless of hitting puberty it was like he stunted in growth.

we aren’t gonna tell him though.

you let go and stunned harry by resting your hands on his sides giving them a hard grip.

❝ i’m glad you made it love. ❞ you pecked his check adoringly.

❝ i-im sorry if i took to long, fred and george- ❞

❝ don’t worry about it harry, what matters is that you are here now right? ❞ harry nodded in response.

❝ ready for our honeymoon? ❞ you asked him teasingly and he felt heat rising in cheeks and you intertwined your hand with his.

the both of you made it inside the popular pub, the three broomsticks, choosing a secluded area for the both of you, perhaps to snog comfortably, perhaps not.

you ordered two butter beers with extra cream on yours. you pulled out a sugar quill and handed it to harry

❝ thank you y/n. ❞ harry said softly, ripping into it right away.

❝ my pleasure harry. ❞ you cupped his face and kissed his forehead making his eyes flutter.

the both of you talked about how the term was going with dementors on the loose and his passion for quidditch.

how mesmerizing it was to see, practically the love of your life, ramble about quidditch, expressing his love for it using dramatic hand movements.

you caught him off guard by reaching out for his hand and placing it on your lips.

❝ w-what are you doing? ❞ he yelped out, not even bothering to smack his hand off you.

you kissed each knuckle, smiling against his palm.

❝ you’re so beautiful harry, im such a lucky boyfriend. ❞ you expressed your content in spending time with him alone

he giggled as you let go of his, now pampered, hand. he took a large chug of his last bit of butter beer before putting the glass down.

❝ i could say the same y/n, i mean your so handsome.. ❞ he whispered locking his emerald eyes in contact with yours.

you chuckled. ❝ i know! ❞ you then stood up grabbing your things as he did the same.

❝ oh shit harry, wait! ❞ you gasped quietly.

❝ h-huh, what’s wrong, do i have something on my face? ❞ he looked away embarrassed noticing the sticky feeling of butter on his lips.

you grabbed his chin, forcing him to look up at you and without hesitation you leaned down and kissed him.

harry’s eyes widened as you did so, this was your first kiss, on the lips at that.

he noticed you looked so.. so nonchalant.

you eyes closed, breathing in deeply. he doesn’t know it but, inside you where screaming internally.

harry responded by shutting his eyes and kissing back. which surprised you to say the least.

you let go first, readjusting his glasses for him.

❝ i love you harry. ❞ you whispered in his ear.

before he could respond you walked by him and turned back, pointed to the exit of the pub signaling to leave.

he stood there in a trance, not blinking once. before he could say it back, you had been already opening the door, holding it waiting for him to go though.

❝ w-wait y/n ! ❞

୨⎯ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡 ⎯୧

[youryanderedaddy]

yan prison guard who hates u but low-key wants to f??

YES?!

tw: female reader, hinted non-con, period cramps, physical neglect, abuse of power, hinted blood play, reader is hinted to be a criminal, starts flirty but ends dead dovey xD My Ko - fi <3

"Shit." You mumble, your back softly resting against the cold wall. You reach for the nearest utenstil on the ground - all metal now, since you broke one too many nice porcelain plates - and throw it against the bars with little consideration to the vomit inducing "food" still left inside. The yellow sauce splashes all over the floor, and you look up, not even bothering to hide your smug expression.

"I could make you lick that up, you know." Darcy states, adding little emotion to his already monotone voice - his eyes glued to the book in his lap and all the tiny little words in it, perfectly pristine fresh ink in the stuffy air. His gloved hands are digging into the paper, almost crumpling it, and you now know that his pale hands are simply incapable of holding anything gently - even the things he actually likes.

"Will you?" You tease, but the warning bells at the back of your mind go off nonetheless, seemingly in spite of your best attempts to come off as playful and not desperate. He rarely jokes around - not exactly the fun type. "I'll decide after I finish this page." Your warden chuckles humorlessly. "Those whom I love I rebuke and discipline." He starts reading aloud, licking his cold lips. "So be earnest..." You can feel his gaze on you, caging you in like a wild animal. "And repent." He finally closes the book. "Revelation 3:19." The blonde repeats quietly, turning his attention back to you - and you realise calling out was a mistake, but now it's too late. He's got you in his clutches.

"My stomach hurts. Tell me, Father Allmighty, is this devine punishment too?" You spit out sarcastically, hugging your knees in order to numb the pain a bit. "Or am I simply on my period?" It's your turn to giggle, although it hurts to do so - anything to mask the unease tugging at your vocal cords every time you're faced with that demon.

His eyes narrow in response, and his fingers circle his nose bridge as he scoffs at you, annoyance quickly spreading across his irritatingly handsome, yet equally sharp features.

"Your voice makes my head throb. Stop it." The guard barks, voice dropping low in warning. Still, you decide to push your luck due to pure and simple physical need. "But it hurts." You let yourself whine, slowly revealing your collarbone - and silently hoping that just this once the sweat will look like glitter. "I don't care." He hisses, picking his book again.

You roll your eyes.

"Alright. Sure. But you'll be the one cleaning the bloody sheets after." You mutter under your breath, crossing your hands. You're not sure what's more frustrating - the way your stomach is trying to eat itself or having to appease a narcissistic maniac with too much power and free time through it. Somewhere in the part of your brain still capable of rational thought you realize you should be provided with basic hygiene products just like all the other female prisoners. What makes you different, you guess, is the fact that you're kept under lock and key almost extensively. Solitary confinement 24 hours a day, except for Darcy.

He brings you food. He helps you bathe - if you've been good enough. He's the only one who knows if you're dead or alive. Hell, he may be the only one who even cares.

"I'm sure cleaning up your mess will be quite exciting." The blonde cracks a tiny, self evident smile only he knows the meaning of - and you would have frowned in disgust if you could still feel that lovely human emotion. "Admit it, you actually like the thought of me bleeding, you little freak." You scrunch your nose at him, then look back to the floor, the filth so thick it almost sticks to your slightly less dirty shoes. "Takes one to know one." Darcy responds nonchalantly, running his hand through his slick white locks.

At that moment the cramps return in full force, your lower abdomen on fire with sharp stabbing pain. You remember some fragmentary tips from your scrappy teen years - you close your eyes and breath in deeply, you bite the inside of your cheek - you even pray to whoever is listening, but it just won't stop. So you bargain.

"You can have it." You say with difficulty, folded in half. Hot tears prick your eyes and you try to fight them, but soon give into the agony. It's such a relief to cry after months of resilience - to break down completely and let your most vulnerable self out.

The warden takes a single steps towards the bars and motions for you to move closer. You crawl to him, your hand supporting your lower belly in the process. He takes a good look at you and slowly, almost gently caresses your face through the metal - eyes suddenly softened by the image of you dancing in the palm of his hand.

If it was anyone else he'd be simply repulsed by this clear display of weakness. If it was another prisoner, another hardened criminal, he'd have no problem following his own principles of zero tolerance - of crushing and breaking their spirit until nothing was left. But it was you and your beatiful, stipid tears that mesmerized him to no end, that haunted his dreams and turned his bloodlust into something a lot more sinister. Something harder to capture, harder to fight - and easier to give into.

"You can have it." You repeated tearfully, rubbing at your soft wet eyelids - completely still. Scared of your own flesh and its betrayal. "My mind, my body, anything. Just please give me some pills. I can't take it." You whimper pitifully, shaking under his watchful eyes. He's holding onto your cheek, but you feel like he's got you in a suffocating embrace. And then just when you're about to kneel down, he unlocks the door to your cell.

"I've been taking your brain apart for months now." Darcy whispers softly, taking off one of his gloves and letting it drop to the floor. He takes another step towards your cowering form. "Your body, on the other hand, is a white canvas." He tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet his burning gaze - and the pain fades away instantly, replaced by raw, intense fear. "I wonder what your insides look like. Surely, they're beatiful."

You feel his lips on your neck, followed by the tip of a knife - a butterfly kiss.

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cooper

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FRANKLIN COUNTY JAIL (FCJ)

Announcing the 2024-2025 Winter Session

We are thrilled to announce that there WILL be a winter season at FCJ this year.

The registrations will be limited to 3 inmates per session with 2 inmates the minimum to hold the event. If a 4th inmate is wishing to register, it will require special permission and on a case by case basis.

You will be required to make the first day's payment ($400) as a deposit. (If you have questions about fees, refunds, cancelations, etc send me a private message)

The dates for the sessions are as follows:

November 22, 23, and 24

December 6, 7, and 8

February 21, 22, and 23

March 21, 22, and 23

April 11, 12 and 13

If you are interested in specific themes (military brig, chain gang, 1950s, supermax, death row etc) feel free to send me a message.

***We are always looking to train new guard volunteers at FCJ. Winter Sessions are an excellent time to try guarding and learn our routines. Not everyone is cut out to be a guard, and we will be honest with you if things aren't working.

We provide a guard uniform, food, and sleeping accommodation while you are here. There is obviously no fee to be a guard. Travel is at your expense.

If you are interested, message me.

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man, i don’t know if you’ve been seeing what’s been happening on flights but it’s getting wild up there!

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Wrong Trail 6

Soon all the jungle hiking party were securely bound by the tribal women. Pushed and prodded along a jungle trail none of them wished to go down, each of the young men’s thoughts suddenly drifted back to childhood - to the Tarzan comics of their childhood and the movies featuring the dreadful fate of Victorian explorers captured by natives.

Luke approached the chieftainess,trying to keep the fear from his voice. “What is going to happen to us, ma’am?” he asked her. “Please tell me the truth, so I can prepare my buddies for the worst…” The woman looked at him enigmatically. “Walk!” came her uncompromising reply.

To be continued.

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about seraphi, eldest of the incubus siblings right??

you said he wanders off to the most random places cuz he's...like that?

would he most likely *ACCIDENTALLY* stumble into a jail cell?? like no crime committed?

just a random question.

-pufferfish anon

Warden darling: “You—you’re not even in the records, how the hell did you get in here? Why would you trespass onto a PRISON of all things sir?”

The giant handsome incubus in question had a sheepish grin on his face. Rubbing at his thick horns adorning his long wild locks of purple and black highlighted hair. As he looked so casual dressed up in an orange tight fitting jumpsuit. Playing some cards with the cellmates he hit right off with his charming demeanor.

Seraphi: “Heh trust me it was not intentional ma’am. But while we’re on the topic could you add my name in your personal records?”

Warden darling: “…Give me your phone”

A/n: You couldn’t possibly get jailed since he technically wasn’t an inmate right? Right?