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comicsart3 · 1 year
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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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platipusz · 6 months
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Fineally finished it.
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yaekaidou · 1 year
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criiiss-rvm · 3 months
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Commission for Ratchet-Halo on DA of Casey, Molly and Akin
Artwork by me
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submission4 · 2 years
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The Chase
By the end she was giggling. I ran one way round the small copse of trees and she ran the other, heading me off. I then ran the other way, as did she and she again headed me off. After a third turn of this deadly serious game of round the mulberry bush, I made a bolt for it. Clad in skirt and low heeled boots, Janice had no business catching me up as I headed for the fields, but she was a lot younger and fitter than me. As I clambered onto the wire fence that separated me from the freedom of the fields, desperately seeking to clamber over it, I felt a sharp tug on my jacket and found myself being hauled backwards, until I landed in the mud, staring momentarily up in admiration at the leather skirted and undeniably attractive female detective, but then she was on me, straddling me and pressing my wrists into the soft ground before I could get any leverage to raise myself up. “Stay down! Stay down!” Janice yelled at me unnecessarily. “All right, all right!” I called back up at her as her nylon clad thighs pressed firmly into my sides. “I surrender!”
Back came the delighted grin and she pulled me to my feet,still smiling as I bent, hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath. “Boy, you are out of condition, Marcus,” she observed. Janice then told me to put my hands behind my back as she pulled out another pair of tights from her skirt pocket. “Won’t you be needing those?” I gasped as I straightened up, referencing the the ladder in her nylons stretching from boot top to hemline on her left leg. “Don’t worry,” she laughed, walking behind me and pulling my wrists together, “I won’t charge you for them!” I smiled wryly as she tied me up with the pantyhose. “You’re very kind, ma’am,” I replied and sighed deeply..
Source: DeepGlitterWitch on Tumblr
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loveshetlands · 2 years
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super-into-on-it · 1 year
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Mame Thiane Camara & Elisa Nijman
for Massimo Dutti | Sep 2022
shot by Ed Martin
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igiveupmiss3 · 2 years
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“You’ll never get away with this, you know,” Professor Anderson told his mysterious female visitor, “don’t you think the university has technology to spot plagiarism?”
“Not if it hasn’t been published yet, Prof,” smiled Silvia, “and all those notes of yours need is a little editing. Sheffield University Press will be very happy to publish - anything to get one over on Oxford!”
Anderson struggled fruitlessly in his bonds. “Witch!” he snarled. “If I ever get free…”
“You won’t.” Silvia replied simply and sauntered out of his apartment, a bundle of closely typed manuscript clutched to her chest.
Source: Clips4Sale
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flymeandtiememaam2 · 2 years
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The Dominant Stewardess
The stewardess ominously put on her black leather uniform gloves. She didn’t look at me as she did so, which made my submission to her all the more ignominious somehow.
“Could you place your hands together behind your back for me please, sir?” she said, asking a question which was actually an instruction. “I am going to tie you up now and keep you fully restrained in the rear of the plane for the rest of the flight.”
“Yes, ma’am…” I answered meekly, turning around and putting my hands behind me.
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Supermodel Monique Desiree Taitague
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pulpman2 · 2 years
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The Unconventional Entrance
Barlow’s eyes widened as the window to his drawing room eased open and a shapely high heeled and nyloned female leg appeared followed by a blonde head that ducked under the frame. Yvonne Ellis, private eye, stepped in, shook her tousled hair, straightened her red coat and black skirt, and looked the man in the eye. “Mr Barlow,” she said a little breathlessly, “I’m so glad I caught you!” Barlow’s mouth opened and closed. “How did you…?” he began. “Yes, apologies for the unconventional entrance,” Yvonne replied, “but your light was on, although your fire escape does need attention.” Her eyes quickly scanned the room. “Going somewhere?” Her eyes sparkled as they alighted on his packed bags, stacked expectantly on the drawing room rug. “My taxi will be here in twenty minutes, Miss Ellis.” Barlow replied primly. “My flight to Marseille takes off in two hours.”
“You may need to claim a refund,” Yvonne smiled, “because when I pass my evidence to the police, I suspect you won’t be going anywhere.” Barlow blanched and made to stand up. “I think I will wait outside, you madwoman,” he muttered. Yvonne strode towards the art dealer, placed her hands on his shoulders and pressed him back into his seat. “Oh no you don’t,” she told him, “not until you hear the reasons why I know you did it. Besides, an unforced confession will reduce your sentence!” Barlow swallowed, surprised at the woman’s strength and the confidence of her tone, and sat back in the chair, remaining silent. Yvonne then took the crooked dealer through every forgery he had ever commissioned, every price he had fixed, and every fencing operation he had been involved in. “You can’t prove any of it,” Barlow said, glowering at her when she had finished. “No,” agreed the PI, “but I can prove about half of it, and I’m sure the police will enjoy poking around the rest!” Barlow glared at her. “What do you want, Miss Ellis?” he asked angrily. “Your confession,” she replied, “so I can take you in. That way I get my fee from my client, the Tetris Art Gallery, and you get less jail time. Or I can hand over all my files to the police - it’s up to you.” She smiled sweetly at him. There was a pause. “Damn you!” Barlow exclaimed at last.
Later, Yvonne looked with happy satisfaction at the two pages of notepaper comprising Barlow’s confession to art theft and forgery, and dropped them into the pocket of her coat. Barlow stared in bitter silence at her, still seated at his bureau desk. The fury of defeat shone in the man’s pale blue eyes, for Yvonne had tied him up with her scarf as soon as he had signed the paper, so he sat in helpless fury, his wrists bound securely behind his back. “Shall we go?” she asked her prisoner brightly, as the sound of a car pulling up sounded from the street below. “We can take your taxi to the art gallery - it’s a better fare for the driver than the airport!”
My interpretation of the story behind this cover to the Perry Mason novel, The Case of the Dubious Bridegroom by Erle Stanley Gardner (1949)
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mensuited · 2 years
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yesstaffnurse1 · 2 years
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Intruder Caught
“I was by myself when I encountered him,” related Staff Nurse Isabel Drury, “in fact he leapt on me from his hiding place and demanded the keys to the drugs cupboard!”
However this night time prowler had bitten off more than he could chew with Isabel. The infuriated nurse struggled furiously with the surprised man, eventually wrestling him to the ground. “Eventually I was sitting astride him, holding fistfuls of his hair banging his head repeatedly on the floor, screaming at him to give up. It was like being back at school!” the young woman laughed. At last the thief had had enough and begged her to stop. “It was when I threatened to start slapping his face with one hand while holding his head still by his hair with the other, that he decided to finally give in!” related the triumphant nurse.
The thoroughly beaten would be thief was then tied up securely by the nurse. “I tied his wrists behind him with some window blind cord and then marched him to an empty side room where I tied him to a chair and gagged him with some duct tape .” While waiting for the police the smiling night nurse posted pictures of her humiliated prisoner on Facebook and got one of her colleagues to take one of her, juxtaposed next to the bound figure. “We made quite a ruckus in the corridor, but thankfully none of the patients woke up!” related Isabel, laughing again.
Sources: Nurses Uniforms and Ladies Workwear on Flickr and retrorope
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submission4 · 2 years
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First Time For Everything
Jimmy and I made no attempt to run: the two stewardesses were blocking the aisle and where the hell could we go on an Airbus if we headed the opposite direction? Smiling they told us that they had discovered the packages of cocaine, concealed under the rim of the plane’s toilets, which they knew we were on our way to retrieve, after we had let everyone else disembark first. “We also have timed CCTV footage of you going in and out of the rest rooms,” the witch in the foreground explained smugly, “and we took - timed- ‘before and after’ pics with our phones of the toilet with and then without the drugs taped in place!” Jimmy and I looked at each other guiltily. We were busted - but good! “You two should join the cops,” I muttered. “Pardon?” the blue skirted woman shot back. I sighed deeply. “I said,” I intoned wearily and deliberately, “you got us. We surrender, ladies.” The stewardess on the right grinned broadly in triumph. “I told you they’d give up if we faced them down, June.” she said to her friend happily. “Now let’s get them tied and then call the airport police!” June smiled back without taking her eyes off us. “Good thinking, Babs.” she replied. “Then can we get something to eat? I’m starved!”
“Babs”, hand nonchalantly on her hip, then spoke to us in a playful sing-song voice. “Hands behind your backs, please, gentlemen!” she trilled, then she removed her neckscarf, while looking directly at me. “And I’m sure you’ve heard that before!” I glared back at her but did as she said. “Not spoken to me by a woman.” I replied bitterly. “First time for everything,” she laughed and she and June then stepped forward and turned Jimmy and me around by our shoulders and pulled our hands behind us as we bowed our heads instinctively.
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super-into-on-it · 1 year
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Lucy Markovic
for CAROLINE REZNIK | SS 22 
shot by Nathaniel Dunwell
belt by @sammyjorhodes
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