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Becky’s Stalker’s Curiosity

“Well, you wanted to know!” laughed Staff Nurse Becky after she had finally trapped her stalker and decided magnanimously to satisfy the captured pervert’s curiosity by hitching up her uniform dress to reveal that she was in fact wearing stockings, not pantyhose. After all, the young bespectacled woman figured, the poor sap would be going to prison now - so he may as well have a nice memory or two to see him through the dark nights that stretched before him…

Sources: retrorope and Beck on Pinterest

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Any Thoughts?

“You ok, honey?” Celine asked her sadly mmmphing prisoner as he remained confined in the bathroom, tied up and gagged, and bound to a chair while the female spy, clad only in her underwear and a pair of sheer black stockings, carefully applied her make up in front of the dresser mirror. “Sorry about the inconvenience, but I’ll be out of your hair just as soon as I’ve finished beautifying myself.” She strolled past the miserable captive and quickly surveyed the two shining dresses lying on the bed. “I’m not sure - do I want to be a vamp in black tonight or a tart in red…?” she mused. “What do diplomatic couriers even prefer? Any thoughts, sweetheart?”

Gary, the still disbelieving maintenance man who had turned up to fix Celine’s mirror light at the very moment she was speaking to her controllers by radio, a semi-automatic pistol on the bed, had no view on the matter. His main concern was that the terrifying agent didn’t suddenly decide he was expendable. Besides, it was hard to answer the woman’s question with his mouth stuffed full of ladies’ panties, held in place by several lengths of duct tape…

Sources: retrorope and Pinterest

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John’s Humiliation

“I’m sorry to have to take this measure, sir,” said Li-min Ho, the senior stewardess on the Melbourne-bound flight to the young Australian passenger as she smoothed a second length of duct tape across his mouth, “but I really can’t have you racially abusing my crew any longer.”

John was slowly sobering up. He was no longer angry, but felt complete shame at his actions that had resulted in him being physically restrained by the stewardesses in front of everyone and then placed in the rear of the plane, his hands tied behind his back and strapped into a seat by the women, safely away from the other passengers. Being gagged by Li-min was the crowning indignity and John simply closed his eyes in dejected humiliation as his mouth was sealed.

AI video created via PixVerse based on an AI image by Ideogram.

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Expenses

Albert had woken up from his chloroform-induced stupor a little earlier than Rebecca had bargained for. “Oh my God, shhhh!” the blonde kidnapper cried, urgently clamping one manicured hand over the groaning and bound man’s mouth, while she tried to restrain his thrashing with the other. The woman looked nervously at the door of the hotel room to which she had dragged her unwilling and drugged guest just an hour before. No one thankfully seemed to have heard anything.

“Mmmmmph!” her slowly stirring captive sounded indignantly from beneath Rebecca’s handgag. “Oh dear, sweetheart,” she told Albert reproachfully, “it looks like I’ll have to waste a perfectly good pair of panties and a set of pantyhose stuffing that big mouth of yours after all! I so hoped to avoid that … I mean the expense!”

Source: screenshot from a video released on Pornhub

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The Governor

Every now and then, Prison Governor Daisy-Mae Hislop had to get her hands dirty. One such occasion was when escaped prisoner Billy Bradley lay in wait for the glamorous prison head, intending to take her hostage. Billy had hoped to sneak into the warden’s parked car and ambush her that way, but unfortunately for the young man Daisy-Mae’s vehicle was at the valet that morning, meaning the escapee was left stranded. The governor took matters into her own hands and quickly apprehended the hapless Billy.

“I’m afraid it’s another stretch in solitary for you, young man,” the blonde prison boss told her handcuffed charge as she led him away, “you are proving so difficult to rehabilitate!”

AI video created via PixVerse from an original image created via Ideogram.

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Imperious

Without a word, the chief of the special ops female kidnap group pointed to one of the two naked Russian diplomats lying on the bed whom the women had found in a somewhat compromised position. Helen, having just tightly bound her frantically gasping victim knew exactly what the imperious gesture of her section head meant. Helen swiftly wrapped several lengths of duct tape around the man’s jaw, mouth and neck, reducing his whimpers to nothing more than sad “mmmphs” and “hmgnhs”.

“Do we take them to the van now, boss?” the operative asked her short-skirted blonde senior, indicating the two distraught male prisoners. “Yes.” replied Madame X laconically. “I suspect these fellows will be very co-operative now. Anything to prevent their dirty little secret getting to the inner sanctum of the Kremlin!”

My interpretation of the story behind this excellent piece of fm bondage art by the marvellous Bambois, who usually posts on Deviant Art and pixiv.net

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Kragor’s New Home

“Ha! See, jungle man, your new home!” Kragor strained his eyes to follow the pointing finger of Ngozi as she exulted at the proximity of the slave port of Gia-Nor and the thought of the bounty she would receive for her father and her people from the sale of this muscular white savage. The warrior woman looked at her captive, his hands bound behind his back and tied by neck and arms to the makeshift mast of her raft with satisfaction. “It was a blessed day that I captured you, Kragor.” she told him with a smile. “Your fame has spread to even these shores. You will fetch a goodly price.”

Kragor gazed over at his captress. “You mock me now, woman,” he replied to her softly, “but no slaver’s cage will hold me for long and when I am free, I will return to the Kaziri lands to settle our account!” Ngozi laughed scornfully. “And I will defeat you again, white jungle lord.” she said contemptuously. “Besides if you fall into the hands of one of the scented ladies of Gia-Nor and become her plaything you may not want to return to the harshness of your forest hovel.” Kragor said no more and kept his eyes fixed on the nearing port of Slavers’ Bay and his uncertain fate…

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My interpretation of the story behind this superb piece of digital art by Vesubio79dc, who posts his excellent adventure images on Deviant Art.

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Gearstick

Sitting next to the female cop who had arrested me just outside Jakarta as she drive me to her police precinct, I glanced over at the attractive young Indonesian woman. Whereas she had cuffed me behind my back (a little harsh for littering I thought, but Indonesian laws can be tough), and the metal was tight against the skin of my bound wrists, I nonetheless did take the opportunity to take in her tight uniformed midriff, her slim uniform skirt and her enticing nyloned knees while she concentrated on the traffic.

There are some compensations, I thought as the bulge in my trousers began to assume the proportions of her gearstick. Let’s hope she doesn’t get them mixed up, I smiled to myself…

Source: posted by Sudyod16 on Deviant Art

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Necessary Step

“I’m sorry to have to enact the Restraint Protocol on you, sir, but you really left me no choice!” Staff Nurse Julie Burke said ruefully to the securely tied and gagged Jack. The previously unco-operative patient said nothing, but stared resentfully at the floor, furious at the way he had been treated. “It was a necessary step,” continued Julie, “ - you have to take your meds anyway but your behaviour was beginning to agitate the other patients!”

Jack gazed up at the blue-uniformed young woman balefully. “I know what you’re thinking, sir,” she told him briskly, “but you are staying tied up until we can get you into seclusion, so you may as well get used to it. I’ll take your trousers down and bring a urinal bottle along later.” Jack wondered then if things could get any more humiliating…

Sources: retrorope and Nurses Uniforms and Ladies Workwear on Flickr

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“I hate you, witch!”

Unfortunately for Max, undercover North Korean agent, Seo-yeon, couldn’t understand a word the furious American was trying to hurl at her from underneath the duct tape gag the disguised young woman had expertly pressed across his mouth after overpowering and tying up the careless diplomat in his own hotel room. “Such a useless US imperialist!” the female spy smiled as she clicked another couple of snaps of the humiliated and fuming Max, presumably for her bosses in Pyongyang.

The fake Korean Airlines stewardess turned at the door and looked back at her bound captive. “Thankyou for all those embassy secrets, my dear.” she said to Max, her dark eyes twinkling. “Why are you decadent Western males so easily taken in by a flight stewardess? You clearly watch all the wrong American films in your formative years!” With that Seo-yon left the Max to his misery, carefully locking the hotel rooom door as she left.

Sources: retrorope and Pinterest

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The Lecture

For Rob and Bob, the hoodie-clad hospital thieves, being caught in the act by a nurse was bad enough; to be tied up by her after they had reluctantly agreed to surrender was even worse, but to have to listen to her interminable female scolding and lecturing while they all stood in the deserted corridor waiting for Security to arrive, was well-nigh unbearable…

“All right, we’re really bad guys!” Rob interrupted the woman at last. “Enough already!”

AI video created via PixVerse

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Bitterness

“I had surrendered to you willingly when you asked, nurse,” grumbled the captured intruder sullenly, the bitterness sounding in his voice while the young woman bound him, “so I don’t see why you need to tie me up too…” The nurse sighed a little impatiently while she tightened the man’s bonds. “It rather goes with the territory, sir!” she replied, somewhat unsympathetically.

AI image created via Microsoft Bing

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Misbehaving but ashamed male teenager being restrained in the rear of the plane by a professional air stewardess who now has the situation well in hand.

AI video clip created via PixVerse from an original image created via Ideogram

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Stock photo of female flight attendants being trained how to effectively but safely restrain a male passenger by forcing him to the floor and then tying his hands behind his back.

Source: Alamy Stock Photos

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The Clue Of The Stone Seat by Andrew G Paul (2024)

Chapter 15: The Stone Seat’s Secret Revealed!

“…and so you see, Mr Rogers,” Kannika explained, “the Stone Seat of Mahakala was never the hiding place of the treasure. That was the Temple of Nargarjuna, twenty miles from here. If you knew your Siamese history, you would know King Sanphet I transferred the jewels there in 1568, shortly before his death. You have been digging in the wrong place!”

Rogers glared the Chailai Academy sixth former, inwardly fuming at the girl detective’s precocious arrogance. “Don’t patronise me, young lady.” he said sourly. “The Pakrett Scrolls clearly identify the Seat of Mahakala as the hiding place. Sanphet was bluffing!” Kannika shook her head solemnly. “The university have already been to the Temple and retrieved the artefacts.” she told the exasperated man. “Your attempt to steal this vital part of my country’s heritage is over! The Antiques Division of the Bangkok police department wish to speak to you - especially after seeing the evidence of your wrong doing I sent them this morning.” The schoolgirl sleuth stood up then. “I suggest you confess your crimes to me, sir. It will go easier for you if you do.” The crooked archaeologist stared at the young woman, resentment blazing from his eyes. “Curse you, you interfering little wench!” he blurted out bitterly.

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A broken man, Rogers confessed everything to Kannika, implicating not only himself but also the crooked dealers and researchers who had aided his theft attempt. After he had finished, the girl tied Rogers’ wrists together securely behind him with the length of rope she had brought for that very purpose, and then sat him down on the Stone of Mahakala. As the sound of wailing sirens drew closer, the Chailai Academy Detective folded her arms and looked down on her unhappy bound captive, who remained in miserable silence, staring at the ground. “This is as close as you will ever get to Sanphet’s treasure, Mr Rogers.” she told the captured man, a note of proud satisfaction in her voice.

Source: Pinterest; captions and book cover mock up mine.

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Secure

Alex’s junior partner, Michelle, had felt nervous about guarding their cuffed prisoner, bail jumper Mario, when Alex told her she needed to go to the motel’s foyer in order to get a better cellphone signal in order to call the bounty hunters’ collar in. “Ok,” smiled Alex tolerantly, “I’ll sort him out for you before I go.”

Within fifteen minutes, the indignant Mario was belly down on the room’s shabby carpet being humiliatingly hogcuffed by Alex and being forced to stare at Michelle’s high heels and pantyhosed ankles. “Thanks. Looks secure.” acknowledged the younger woman with gratitude as the more senior bounty hunter stood up. “Would you like me to gag him too, Shell?”

Source: Bountyhunter ep 2 promo by the superb digital artist ira9085, who posts his adventure stories on Deviant Art

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Roped Up

“I suppose you thought it would be easy swinging by our town to grab what you fancied while all the menfolk were away chasing down those rustlers, mister?” Kate Evans, ranch owner and deputy sheriff asked her bound prisoner who glared back at her angrily. “Just how long to you intend to keep me roped up here in your office, ma’am?” he asked the blonde law-woman sullenly. Kate looked up from peeling the potatoes which would comprise Harry’s meal that night and gave him a beaming smile. “Just as soon as Miriam Parker works out how best to fix the jailhouse door, stranger.” she answered. “After all, I’m sure you won’t want me feeding you like a baby once it comes to chow-time now will you, sir?”

Harry simply glowered at the smug looking vixen and said nothing.

Source: The Big Valley, Series 4, Episode 7: Hell Hath No Fury (1969), posted by RoperMike on his website, Guys In Trouble.