#woman tied up by man

[pulpman2]

Zorro

“Gaah! Get that damned hound off me!” Felix almost shrieked as Zorro came bounding towards him, teeth bared. He waved his gun in the direction of the dog, hoping to fend it off before it could spring at him. Anita reacted fast. “He only listens to me,” she told her terrified captor urgently, “and he’s not scared of anything. As soon as you drop your guard, he’ll be on you!” As if to back up his mistress’ words, Zorro growled from deep within his throat at Anita’s adversary. Felix, who had a fear of dogs going back to his childhood, gazed at the animal, his face contorted. “I could shoot the beast…” he warned. Anita’s eyes widened in alarm, but she did not panic. “You could…” she agreed carefully, “but if you miss or only wound him, I promise you, it will be the last thing you do!”

Felix looked at the red headed detective desperately. “Then what do I do?” he asked the bound woman almost beseechingly. Anita’s reply was immediate. “You untie me and hand me the gun.” she calmly told the man who continued to gaze in terror at Zorro. “Only then do I tell him to calm down.” Felix looked from woman to the Great Dane in a panic, as Zorro raised his claws threateningly towards the man. It was too much for Felix. “Yes! Anything!” he replied. “But then what?” Anita’s glossed lips came together in a satisfied smile. “Then I tie you up, you arrogant creep!” she grinned. “And let’s see how you like it!” Felix didn’t know whether the fear of the dog was worse than the shame of being outwitted by this damned female private eye. Zorro growled loudly again. “All right, all right - you win, damn you!” he exclaimed at last and threw his gun to the floor, so it landed at Anita’s feet, and he began to shuffle towards the tied up woman to release her.

My interpretation of the story behind the cover to The Lady Regrets by James M Fox (1947).

[submission4]

“I think we’ve got the whole gang now, girls,” said Mrs Thompson, bringing in a disheveled and despondent Marcus while Daisy and Donna continued to guard Damien, who stood in front of them, his hands unhappily clasped behind his head in surrender, “I think we should take them back to our cabin now and tie them up before we call the police.”

AI video created via PixVerse

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Rodrigo’s Fear

Rodrigo had not bargained for this level of brutal treatment by Lana Leontis, the famed and feared bounty hunter when he agreed to surrender after Lana had cornered him in his own apartment. “Mmmmmph, ngggn!” the hapless male protested as Lana languidly sat astride him, tying not only a rope gag around his mouth but a noose around his neck too. Covered and tied up in a sheet from head to foot, Rodrigo could neither move, speak or even hear. He was completely at the woman’s mercy as she tightened his bonds. In his misery, poor Rodrigo began to worry if this blonde amazon would turn out to be his judge, jury…. and executioner…

Source: unknown by me, probably a Tumblr account.

[rcress232-blog]

Hunted

I sat in the limousine, my hands locked behind my back in handcuffs, not exactly the way I'd pictured riding in such a luxurious vehicle, as the woman who captured me made a call on her cellular phone.

"Hi Sydney," she said. "It's Jill. I've got him. He's all locked in handcuffs and I tied his feet once I got him in the car. We're on the way to you now so you can get the bounty. See you in a few hours."

She hung up as I glared at her. She smiled.

"Don't look at me like that," she said. "I'm not the one who had a fugitive warrant for my capture. It's not my fault I captured you, Mr. Griffiths. It's you who couldn't get away from me."

I blushed, shameful, enraged at myself. She'd approached me at an art exhibit, a very public event, and announced she knew who I was and that she worked for a bounty hunter who'd been contracted to capture me and bring me to face the warrant several states over. I'd asked her to take me somewhere private to handcuff me, but she'd refused and taken me into her custody right there, in front of dozens of people. Dozens more witnessed her walking me through the large art museum and out to this limo, and she'd sat me down, belted me into place, and tied my feet before calling in that she'd caught me.

"I really thought you were going to try to run," she said with a smile. "But I guess getting chased and caught was more embarrassing than surrendering to me to get arrested. Tough call, but I'm sure glad you didn't make me run. For that, I won't gag you for the drive."

She laughed at my dour expression, and patted my cheek mockingly.

"Cheer up," she said. "It could have been worse. Now you get to stare at me for the next few hours while I take you to my boss, and then to jail."

[yesstaffnurse1]

Eventually the two intruders were cornered by the pursuing nurses and surrendered to them. The women went to tie up the two sullen looking older men, but just as Gita was finishing tying her prisoner’s wrists behind his back, the would-be thief made a sudden break for freedom….

AI video clip created via PixVerse

[rad-roche]

Do you think there's solutions for Nick's memory problem thing ik dude probably wouldn't want to have 50 computers in his office for extra stuff like Dima has but like there's gotta be options for him

i think it's feasible for there to be something he can do, though i don't know much about the technology fallout pulls from, but putting on my little writer's hat i don't think it's a hard sell for him to get the equivalent of a memory upgrade. not to tie it back into my own thing, but a recurring bit in dead woman walking is that DiMA's extremely inhuman silhouette is tied to his capacity for greater memory, with whole parts shorn off to make room. i think nick could expand his memory, but i think a fun question to ask, given how chunky and substantial the future-tech in fallout is, would he ever do it? personally, i don't think he would

[igiveupmiss3]

Agent Lois Clarke wasted little time. She bound the surprised guard securely and pushed him into the garden and then shoved him to the ground behind a large shrub. “I’m going to gag you now, pumpkin,” she told the frowning young man, “so don’t even think of trying to call for help!” The FBI operative then wrapped a length of cloth around the sullen looking crook’s mouth. “You know you look really cute like this?” Lois told him with a sarcastic smile before hurrying towards the house.

AI image created via Microsoft Bing.

[flymeandtiememaam2]

“Mmmmmpppphhhh!!”

“Look at it this way, sir - at least you don’t have to wear a mask!”

Needless to say, formerly unruly passenger, Derek, now neatly bound, gagged and helpless, did not appreciate the senior stewardess’ sense of irony…

Sources: NBC News and Pinterest

[meowmeowuchiha]

Yknow

I will never understand the trend of Siren!Rhys

Like I just don't fucking get it

It makes zero sense to me and holds negative appeal.

I mean more power to all of you who like it but I just don't get it.

[fashion-foxy]

I want the managers of Mattel and MGA doll drops and the descendants writers to lower my coffin into the ground so they can all let me down one more time

[pulpman2]

Treasure

Staring up into the crazed pathological eyes of the beautiful but terrifying tribeswoman sitting astride him, the staked out Frank was struggling to appreciate the wisdom of Earl’s money-making South American adventure. With the sharp blade of the warrioress’ machete coming ever closer to his face and his buddy nowhere to be seen, at this point, Frank would have settled for a one way ticket out of Colombia and back to the States.

“Where is your buried treasure, white man?” came the dark voice of the vampiric looking female who had him at her mercy while the other tribeswomen who had captured him looked on with almost ironic smiles on their lips. “We know you have hidden it somewhere in our lands.” Despite his predicament, Frank squinted his eyes to look up at his captor with incredulity. “I think you are barking up the wrong tree, sweetheart!” he replied in some confusion. “We have come to the jungle to ask you cuties the wheabouts of Cortes’ gold!” As the woman’s brow furrowed and the leopard skin-clad women surrounding the pair began to chatter to each other, Frank was not sure whether he had just saved his own life or if he had doomed himself…

My interpretation of the story behind this illustration from a 1960s men’s magazine, which I currently cannot source.

[submission4]

Quit Arguing!

“How daft was this joker?” laughed Officer Amanda Hughes to her best friend and off-duty cop, bikini clad Suzy Pugh. “Trying to steal your purse?” Blonde and beautiful Suzy smiled back at Amanda. “It was a bit like a scene from Baywatch,” she acknowledged, “- me leaping over the sand dunes so I could catch this loser!” Pickpocket Matt, who normally got such rich pickings from Sunview Beach just kept his own counsel as the two chattering women escorted the young man, his hands bound behind his back, through the crowds of holidaymakers who looked on at the embarrassing scene with a mixture of bemusement, amusement and curiosity.

As the unlikely trio neared Amanda’s car, Suzy spoke over the head of their unhappy-looking prisoner. “You will let me have the scarf back that I used to tie him up, won’t you, babe?” Amanda looked back at her friend. “It looks pretty cool, Suze,” she replied, “I thought I might keep it!” Suzy rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah,” she chuckled, “it is at that, but I do think this schmuck will look better in handcuffs, don’t you?”

“Whatever, ladies!” Matt suddenly interrupted, frustrated. “Just quit arguing and decide! I’m easy!”

With thanks to vikings2win247 for providing me with this excellent AI fm arrest image.

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Sweetie Peach

Jake gazed at the woman pretending to be his secretary with a mixture of resentment and contempt as she put the phone down. The bent private eye hated do-gooders in his line, particularly female ones! He moved uncomfortably in the ropes Sonya Sanderson had used to tie him up and scowled up at her. “Stupid slut!” he spat. “Do you really think you and your two bimbo friends can take down the whole of Stratton’s drug empire?” Sonya looked thoughtful as she leant against Jake’s desk and stretched out her long pantyhosed legs. “Actually,” she mused, “we’re not trying to bring down Stratton, although that’s not a bad idea.” Jake snorted derisively as the woman approached him, her heels clicking on his pine wood floor. “Yeah right.” he said scornfully. “You and your girlfriends are just trying to find that missing girl, aren’t you? You’re such angels!”

“That’s right, pumpkin,” replied the female private detective with an unpleasant smile, “and for your sake, she’d better be in good shape.” Sonya knelt next to her captive and pulled his ankles up to meet his bound wrists. “What do you mean?” Jake responded, suddenly alarmed. “Well,” went on Sonya as she used the rope to tie Jake’s wrists and ankles together, causing him to grunt in discomfort, “I do know she’s been abducted and that Stratton runs human trafficking rings and you work for Stratton - see what I mean?” Jake, grimacing in his hogtie while she bound him, said nothing. Sonya then pulled out a strip of white cloth and tightly wrapped it around the man’s mouth, gagging him with it. “Let’s just say, sweetie peach,” she grinned afterwards, “if she’s come to any harm, you and I will be having another conversation.” The woman stood up, leaving the bound and gagged Jake mmmphing unhappily. “I wonder how the others are getting on?” Sonya said to herself as she headed for Jake’s office door, leaving him to ponder just how big a mess he was in.

My interpretation of the story behind this sexy image of male captivity put together by Tied Up At The Moment. He still posts on Deviant Art as JakeMadison222. Dialogue borrowed from issue #3 of Leather And Lace (1989).

[rcress232-blog]

Dine and dash to jail

"Relax, I've got you," the woman told him as she bent him over a table and tied him up. "You're not going anywhere but where I take you."

The male's heart raced as the beautiful redhead tied him up, fastening his hands behind his back. He'd tried to leave the bar without paying his check, and to his surprise, the scantily-clad, provocative woman who appeared to be working all by herself was having none of it.

"You really weren't too hard to catch," she mocked as she finished binding him. "I keep this rope behind the bar just for catching people like you, and now I've got you. So let's go back to the bar, I'll tie you down to one of the chairs and when my shift is over, I'll call the police and see you get properly arrested."

He bowed his head as she walked him back toward the bar, happy the place wasn't super crowded. Emotions welled up in him - he'd never really been in any trouble his entire life, and now he was a captive and prisoner to this woman.

"Do you really have to tie me to a chair and keep me the rest of the shift?" He asked, sniffling as he fought tears.

"Oh yes," she said. "I believe in publicly humiliating losers like you who try to run out on their bill, so get used to being unable to move. My shift isn't over for seven more hours!"

His heart sank as she put him in the chair and told him not to move. She got more rope from behind the bar, and he saw a young woman take his picture as she started to tie him down.

"Maybe you can get her to send it to you so you can use it in your jail cell later," the woman whispered as she tied him up.

[yesstaffnurse1]

Lost

“I’m sorry, but we just don’t believe that you happen to be lost in this part of the hospital at 2am, sir.” Night Sister Sujata Gupta told the suspicious looking man, she and her friend, Sister Amrita Habib had encountered in one of the deserted day units. “But I am lost, Sister. Honest!” insisted the man shiftily. Sujata remained unconvinced. “Once my colleague has finished tying you up,” she replied, “we will search you. If we find hospital-issue drugs on your person, then you are in serious trouble, sir.” The night nurse noticed with some satisfaction that she and Amrita’s prisoner suddenly went decidedly pale…

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[ndfan3]

Flashlight 2

“What is it you two want?” I demanded angrily as I pulled away the basement hatch, infuriated that my watching of the ball game had been interrupted. “It had better be important!” The screening of the final has been continually disturbed by plaintive female voices complaining of some injury or the other. I wanted to ignore them, but figured the boss wouldn’t be pleased if heiress Cindy Austin came to harm, even if he would have been less troubled if that meddlesome Nancy Drew, also now a prisoner in the basement, had hurt herself.

I hauled up the hatch and had a microsecond to take in the leather jacketed and blue jeans-clad form of the Drew girl perched at the top of a ladder in the semi-dark. “Hi.” I heard the redhead say simply before suddenly I was completely dazzled by the white beam of a flashlight. I fell back with a cry, blinded. I was aware of a clattering, plus the urgent call of “Come on, Cindy, don’t be scared!” as I rolled around on the floor,desperately trying to dispel the weird shadows and lights from my vision. As my sight finally cleared, I sat up to see Nancy Drew, standing over me and smiling sweetly. “Goodnight.” she said a second before her sneaker-clad foot landed neatly on my jaw.

When I came to, my hands were tied behind my back, I was bound to an upright and a cloth had been tied efficiently around my mouth, gagging me. I looked over to see the girl detective and Cindy. Nancy Drew was going through the pockets of jacket, which was slung on an armchair. “I’ve got his car keys, Cindy,” she told the young kidnap victim she had rescued, happily. “His car’s out front. Let’s get out of here!” The next thing I knew was the door slamming shut as the two smart alec females scarpered. I was left bound and gagged, trying to work out how I was going to explain my situation to the boss, or the cops - whichever got here first!

My interpretation of the story behind this cover to The Search For Cindy Austin, The Nancy Drew Mystery Stories #88 (April 1989)