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adgp35 · 5 months

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“Sorry about the gag, sweetheart, but the girls at reception insisted: in fact they provided the duct tape!” said Marcia to her cuffed and manacled prisoner as she idly watched a movie on her laptop. Poor Joe lay uncomfortably hogtied on the hotel room floor, wondering how it had come to this and trying not to notice his female captor’s tremendous ass…

Source: the fantastic digital artist ira9085 who plies his trade on Deviant Art

#strong woman #male humiliation #captured #prisoners #woman detective #man handcuffed by woman #female dominance #male prisoner

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pulpman2 · 2 months

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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)

#pulp magazine #strong women #capture #man tied up by woman #woman detective #speed detective magazine #female private detective #the dame dies twice

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ndfan3 · 1 month

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“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.

#nancy drew #woman detective #mystery #adventure #girl detective #capture #girl detective tying up bad guy #man tied up by woman #mystery stories

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comicsart3 · 1 month

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The immense Jill Trent Science Sleuth and partner Daisy Smythe in action once again. Despite the ladies’ undeniable technological brilliance and their extraordinary sleuthing skills, sometimes victory is won by rather more basic means. When their light ray fails to deter a tough villain who then resorts to gunplay, the enterprising Jill goes to the opposite end of the scale and confuses the bad guy by simply smashing a light bulb and plunging the room where she and her partner are being held into darkness. Then it is simply a matter of the outraged ladies disarming the loser and overpowering him (“Try to kill us, will you?” POW! SOK! “Oww! Help! Let me go!”). Suitably disheveled and with his hands bound behind his back, the sullen looking Arthur is later handed over to the cops by the science detectives - who explain everything to the lieutenant while exonerating the falsely accused Jack Benson into the bargain. I think this is one of the most satisfying endings to a Jill Trent adventure - containing detecting skills, “science”, old fashioned female fisticuffs and everything coming together at the end - with even a hint of trash talk from the triumphant Daisy!

Source: The Case of the Black Sheep Murder, Jill Trent Science Sleuth, Gwandaland Comics #943

#Jill Trent science sleuth #Daisy Smythe #women in comics #strong woman #man tied up by woman #golden age of comics #golden age comic book heroines #detective comics #woman detective #female sleuth

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igiveupmiss3 · 2 years

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“Come on, creep - keep walking!” Lois told her handcuffed and confused prisoner as he stumbled out of the bar room door and towards her waiting car.

#policewoman #woman detective #prisoner

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kingoftheu · 8 months

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thebarefootcajun · 10 months

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The Case of the Stolen TV, Henrietta, UD Woman

Henrietta decided to bake a cake. Sometimes baking, looking at recipes helped her decide on a case she might be trying to crack. She decided on a fig cake. She had some figs that she had canned left over from

last year’s fig harvest and they were spectacular. Sweet to the bones. The longer they stayed canned, the syrup and the figs began to caramelize. Henrietta wasn’t suppose to eat sweet stuff. Her doctor had warned her against diabetes. But she decided that this was in the name of cracking crime, especially for Patrick and Patricia. She’d bake that cake and eat it, too. Afterwards she was certain her mind would be clear for a woman’s UD work.

The fig cake ingredients:

I quart of figs

3 cups flour

1 teaspoon baking powder

I/4 teaspoon salt

1/4 teaspoon baking soda

3 eggs at room temperature

1 teaspoon of nutmeg

1 teaspoon cinnamon

2 cups of sugar, but 3 are better according to Henrietta (diabetes?)

1 cup of vegetable oil

Henrietta prefers 1 cup

of salted butter melted and at room temperature

1 cup chopped pecans

Henrietta prefers her pecans not chopped

****Henrietta never uses a recipe and measurements vary according to the case she’s solving; if you choose to use this recipe, do so at your own possibility for failure.

The figs, itchy to pick. When one picks figs he usually wears clothes that cover the entire body. Hence, the dark hoodie could be just a cover up for picking figs. Maybe this guy that Henrietta had seen with the black hoodie had been picking figs somewhere next to Patrick’s and Patricia’s place.

When it came to sifting through the flour, salt, baking soda and baking powder, Henrietta knew that these provoked the cake to rise; pieces to the puzzle integral to baking a cake that wouldn’t fall flat; one that would rise. So this young guy had passed back and forth, a hoodie meant he was doing something to camouflage or shield his body.

Henrietta’s chicken’s provided her with enough eggs to meet her needs. She especially relied on Cluck’s eggs. That girl Cluck was on time with her eggs and she laid them in a planter right next to Henrietta’s kitchen door. She had a cup of coffee at 3:99 on the dot and Cluck laid her three eggs at the same time. By the time Henrietta finished her coffee those eggs would be at room temperature.

She cracked those immediately into a bowl

and beat them up to put in the cake. She creamed the sugar and eggs. Smooth and yellowish in color, albeit a bit grainy from the sugar.

“Hmmm”, Henrietta thought to herself out loud, “I’m thinking of the graininess in the creamed sugar and eggs. The back of that dude’s bicycle was all pitted and nicked. The road to Patrick’s and Patricia’s is all gravel; causing scratches to the bicycle.”

And Henrietta had another thought, “Maybe, just maybe, the boy is a girl?”

Henrietta threw in the nutmeg and cinnamon. Two of her favorite spices. She remembered that on one particular day when that bicycle went by she smelled hints of something sweet in the air. And she remembered that the bike was rusty colored. The cinnamon provoked that bit of information; rusty colored cinnamon.

Henrietta preferred butter to vegetable oil. It gave the cake a more complex taste, richer, like butter skimmed off the whole milk from Luisa, her milk cow. Also it made her think of running smoothly; that bicycle was very quiet so it had to be well maintained with some kind of oil. And she knew a bicycle queen whose specialty was bike chains.

Now she threw in the pecans last. She ate a handful, too. They were picked from her own pecan trees. They were absolutely no help in solving this case.

And then a light bulb went on in her head. That same bicycle queen went by the nickname Pecan. She could crack and clean a sack of pecans in one hour. She had won the title of Pecan Cracker cleaner & Cleaner at the last Pecan Orchard Festival.

Henrietta felt the pieces to this case were baking together, but first to bake the cake at 350 degrees. The smell of fig cake for Henrietta just pumped her up. And then the ceremonial cutting of the first piece of cake, or wedge, as Henrietta was known to eat cake like bread. Remember it was all in the name of theft and cracking the case for Patrick and Patricia so that they could again watch the 5 o’clock news, as any sweet and saintly couple should be able to do in the privacy of their own home.

And with the confidence that a robust fig cake with three cups of sugar, not two, salted butter instead of vegetable oil at room temperature and whole pecans instead of chopped, Henrietta was ready to crack the case of The Stolen TV on L’anse Thibodeaux.

Stay tuned for Part 3 of Henrietta, Cajun Woman UD, Unofficial Detective

#humor #woman detective #Cajun prairie #barefoot Cajun shorts

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oifaaa · 3 months

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Every time I read something that's like Justice League appalled to find out about Robin I do have to laugh bc you know I don't think they would care either that or they're all fucking hypocrites

#my art #dc #dc comics #detective comics #batman #robin #bruce wayne #dick grayson #oliver queen #green arrow #flash #barry allen #diana prince #wonder woman #batfam #arrowfam #flashfam #they all got families helping them fight crime #oifaaart

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pinkiemachine · 2 months

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*snort*

#dc #dc comics #detective comics #superheroes #memes #funny #superman #Wonder Woman #the flash #green lantern #lol

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adgp35 · 2 months

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Payback

“Ahh, that’s too damn tight!” complained Derek as Samantha Malone, undercover private detective, tied the helpless man’s elbows together painfully behind his back. “Is that so?” smiled Sam. “Well, regard this as payback for all the ripped off punters who trusted your betting scam in this crooked sports club!” Derek writhed in the strong woman’s grip as he was bound. “Who are you, you damned witch?” the defeated man demanded, his voice filled with a confused anguish. “Someone hired to bust up your little numbers racket,” replied Samantha, “and prove to you that you can’t wrestle either!”

“B***h!” Derek whined imaginatively.

Source: Strong Girls Rule, clips4sale.com

#strong woman #man tied up by woman #male humiliation #captured #woman detective

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pulpman2 · 3 months

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“Oh No You Don’t!”

Lois Lewis, private eye, leapt over the prone form of the gangster she had kayoed with a sharp karate chop to his neck after he had answered the door to her loud and assertive knock. As Lois had felled the gunman in front of her, the detective had also kicked hard at the ajar door and, as she expected, a second thug lying in wait behind it, also went sprawling, his gun sent spinnning from his hand. This guy was down but not out, but Lois was like lighting. Even as the man scrabbled for the pistol, the woman had continued with her leap and sprung forward, bringing the chunky heel of her red party shoes hard and painfully on the back of the second gangster’s palm as he tried to pick up the gun. He shrieked with pain as the heel crunched into the bones of his hand.

“Oh no you don’t!” cried Lois in triumph, and as her victim instinctively pulled back his damaged paw, her victorious foot kicked the weapon far out of his reach. Standing over both her defeated opponents, her own gun now resting comfortably in her red leather-gloved hand, the elegant PI smiled at them sweetly. “Now, boys, was that any way to greet a lady?” The men glowered up at her but made no attempt to get to their feet. If they didn’t already know they were beaten, the muzzle of Lois’ automatic was very persuasive. “Now, gents,” she went on, “which one of you would be a dear and fetch me that clothes line you’ve got sitting in the corner over there? The sooner I get you two nicely tied up, the sooner we can have our little chat!” Lois’ red lipsticked lips came together in an almost coquettish smile as she continued to look down on her captives, one hand on hip…

My interpretation of the story behind this cover to Death Makes No Error by Anthony Tompkins, G-Man Detective magazine (March 1947).

#pulp magazine #strong women #adventure #capture #man tied up by woman #woman detective

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submission4 · 3 months

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Samantha Solo, Private Investigator

I was busted by the relentless redhead and had nowhere to go. I sighed deeply, turned around with my hands clasped behind me and waited for the triumphant Samantha to tie me up.

Source: OnlySilkAndSatin.com

#strong women #man tied up by woman #adventures #captured #prisoner #woman detective #male humiliation #male prisoner #arrested

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comicsart3 · 5 months

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I blogged on the origins and comics history of the model-turned-crime-buster, Toni Gayle, a few months ago, but I thought it would be fun to feature the page from the otherwise entirely forgettable title Young King Cole, in which Toni realises she really can live up to the reputation of her private detective father, Gregory Gayle. When her dad is beaten unconscious and put out of the detecting game by a sadistic villain known as The Ape, Toni swears to bring her dad’s assailant to justice and takes over his business. This leads The Ape to track down Toni, abduct her and seek to throw her out of a plane. However, Toni fights back, knocking the baddie out by garrotting him with her necklace before piloting the plane to safety with The Ape tied up in the back! From that moment on, Toni devotes herself more or less full time to battling criminals, with even her occasional modelling assignments involving crimes to be solved.

Toni sadly metamorphosed into a High School sweetheart in the wake of the Comics Code crackdown on violence, immorality and gender-inappropriate roles in the 1950s and later descended into boy-obsessed airhead Toni Gay, her crime-fighting days seemingly long forgotten.

The page featured is from the Toni Gayle origin story published in Young King Cole #1 (Fall 1945), written by Robert Plate and illustrated by Wayne Boring.

Source: comicbookplus

#women in comics #golden age comic book heroines #Toni Gayle #woman detective #young king Cole comics #golden age of comics

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imperiuswrecked · 6 months

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