The Surrender

“That’s what I like to see,” smiled the beautiful and statuesque Emily Pike, private detective, sometime British secret service agent and all-around aristocratic kick-ass, “two men showing me due deference.” Ms Pike strode confidently towards Jimmy and me, magnificent in her clicking heels, sheer pantyhose, above-her-knee chequered sheath dress, short leather jacket and her sculpted fair Anglo hair shining in the morning sun. In her hands swung two pairs of handcuffs.

The despondent Jimmy and I had fallen to our knees, hands miserably clasped behind our heads in the time-honoured gesture of unconditional surrender. We were disheveled and exhausted, but the sudden appearance of the glamorous spook in front of us, just feet away from the Russian embassy where we had been promised refuge, sucked the final remnants of defiance from us. We said nothing in reply to the woman’s contemptuous observation. She was almost upon us when she added: “Slowly remove your hands from your heads and place them behind your backs, gentlemen.” in a haughty tone that brooked no argument. We didn’t look up but did as this terrifying upper class detective ordered. We knelt abjectly, hands behind our backs as Ms Pike sauntered around us, affording us a brief glimpse of her superlative nyloned legs, in order to secure us, while the Russian embassy guards looked on in fascination…

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Women’s Words

How do women do it? I asked myself disconsolately as Jimmy and I trudged past the hijab-clad young woman (who had told us her name was Shazna) into the waiting closet with our hands securely bound behind our backs with a combination of dressing gown belts and scarves. Shazna, like all her sex, seemed prenaturally possessed of the skills of persuasion, cajoling and coaxing to get me and my friend to see the error of our ways, put down our replica guns and agree to be captured by the young woman. I suppose the tying up that followed was inevitable, if a little ignominious, but did she really have to gag us and lock us up to? After all, after we had agreed to surrender,mee were doing entirely as she asked. But then her words changed too, from sweet concerned female reason to what the Americans call “woman trash talk”. We couldn’t give a reply to her mocking rhetorical question as we walked towards the open closet door, thanks to the ladies tights Shazna had laughingly tied around our mouths, (with the words, “Ooh, these nylons look better on you than me, chaps!”) but she knew how we felt - totally humiliated!

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Kidnapped!

“What- what are you going to do with me?” Matt asked his female captors nervously as one of the women bound his hands behind his back and their inscrutable leader stood over him. “Nothing if you behave yourself, honey,” she replied evenly. “You might come in handy if we have to negotiate with the coppers if they pick up on our trail.” Matt still didn’t understand. “Are you bank robbers?” he asked desperately. The young woman behind him giggled as she finished tying him. “Hell no, sweetie,” she smiled, “we just broke out of jail is all.” she replied. “Gag him and lock him in the trunk of the car, Kathy.” the leader ordered. “We need to get moving.”

Still from the Roger Corman-directed movie Swamp Women (1955), posted by RoperMike on his website Guys In Trouble.

Espionage

“Now when I take your gag off, my friend,” secret agent Lucy Chang told her bound prisoner, “you will not scream for help, call me the b-word, throw up, start begging for mercy or go all silent on me.” Diplomatic courier Gerald Peters looked at the female spy who had seduced and then overpowered him, impassively. “What you will do,” Lucy continued, “is give me all codes, passwords and security details in that addled little lust-filled brain of yours. Ok?” The young woman beamed sweetly at her tied up captive, uncrossed her legs with a swish of sheer nylon on sheer nylon and stood up from the hotel room table on which she had been so provocatively leaning.

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“Er, no I can’t, miss…”

I am in a whole heap of trouble now, I fear…

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Acceptance

“I deserve everything that’s coming to me.” Antonio the thief and poacher declared after his capture by the women of the Xanthoc rain forest tribe. “I have betrayed you merciful ladies once too often.” The female warriors wondered at their bound captive’s acceptance of his fate at their hands. Now they had to decide what his punishment actually should be…

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You Are So Cute!

Jessica did wonder if she should change her line of work. She got the damsel in distress routine off pat - sexy skirt, artfully disheveled hair, suitably winsome look - in order to gain entry into a credulous single guy’s apartment. She had the cigarette lighter posing as a gun and the swift expression change to serious menace to induce the jerk to surrender, but if her victims were blonde pretty boys there was always a problem…

Thoroughly cowed, tying the frightened men up and gagging them was easy. Relieving them of their cash, jewellery and computers was a piece of cake, but taking her leave of her puppy-eyed prisoners always proved a problem for the sensual female burglar. “You are so cute!” she woukd tell the beautiful young captives as they blinked at her, wet-eyed over their tape gags. “Shall I sort you out before I go?” she would ask coquettishly, particularly if a bulge was present down below…

‘Yes, I am in the wrong line of work,’ the young thief would reflect as she knelt down.

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Two Minutes To Save The World

“We took too long tying him up!” Japan Airlines stewardess Ayaka Sakamoto told her colleague Kanako Murakami desperately as she jabbed urgently at the keyboard the two women had commandeered from the watching evil programmer John Harris. The embittered former employee of Metatek Armaments may have been bound hand and foot but he chuckled to himself from underneath the tape gag pressed over his mouth as he watched the two women who had overpowered him attempt to ruin his plan of vengeance. ‘Those witches will never work out the code in the time they’ve got!’ he gloated to himself. ‘Central Tokyo will soon be laid waste!’

The digital clock ticked down to 00.3.00. “We just don’t have enough time to halt the launch!” Ayaka cried out in anguish. Kanako frowned and then her eyes widened. “Try the prototype number again, Ayaka, but this time with that idiot’s initials attached.” the woman suggested hurriedly. Ayaka paused but then heard an unmistakable groan of despair from the gagged prisoner behind them. Even as the clock ticked down to 00.2.50, she smiled in triumph and jabbed in X459-JH. The sequence stopped immediately; the message device disarmed flashed onto the screen and the two stewardesses turned to face their crestfallen captive. “Tokyo saved with two minutes to go! Curses, foiled again, Mr Harris?” Kanako volunteered with a relieved grin as Harris bowed his head in defeat.

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The Bet

“Again?? How times do I have to come home and find one of you loiterers in my bedroom rifling through my underwear drawer?” Liz Rawlinson, long-legged social worker and a source of frustrated obsession on the part of the unemployed and bored middle aged men that hung around the park aimlessly all day, asked Carl angrily as she put the man into a double armlock . “Do you have some sort of bet?”

“Why yes, ma’am…” replied Carl, looking a little bemused, “…of course we do!” This just infuriated Liz even more and she hauled her prisoner up onto his feet from the bed on which she had found him lying when she surprised him by returning home early from work. “Well this time I’m turning you in, creep!” she told the baseball-capped loser crossly.

Liz walked a reluctant Carl over to her chest of drawers where she noticed, with some distaste, that one of them was open, revealing several pairs of pantyhose. “That will do nicely,” the woman remarked, pulling one of the pairs of nylons out and proceeding to tie Carl’s hands behind his back with the hosiery. “This should hold you while I call the cops.” she continued, a note of satisfaction in her voice. “Yes, ma’am. Thankyou, ma’am.” replied Carl. “Thankyou? What are you talking about, you idiot?” Liz demanded as she bound her captive. “Can’t you see you are in serious trouble here?”

Carl gave the social worker a rueful smile. “Yes, ma’am, but you’ve helped me win my bet.” he told her sheepishly. “What?” retorted Liz, confused and irritated. “You see, ma’am,” went on Carl, smiling slyly, “I bet the guys $100 that I could break into your room and come out with some of your pantyhose! And now I will!” Liz stared at the man in utter disgust, taking in the sight of her own tights wrapped around his wrists. “Eww!” she exclaimed and clipped Carl round the ear.

Source: Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman, Episode 17 (1976), posted by RoperMike on Guys In Trouble

Caught Red Handed

George chewed on his cleave gag in impotent fury as Jiang-min tied his wrists securely behind his back. The hotel receptionist was amazed when she caught the formerly trusted handyman trying to force his way into one of the guest’s safes. The startled employee however made no attempt to talk his way out of it, or to flee, he simply meekly surrendered to Jiang-min immediately. The receptionist wasted little time in using the hotel room’s window blinds and her own uniform neckscarf to tie and gag the hapless thief.

“You will be going to jail for a long time, George.” the severe woman told the miserable handyman unnecessarily as she bound him.

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The Creepy Neighbour

“You’ve Got The Wrong Guy!”

Ben protested in vain to the feisty young woman who had kidnapped him. “I’m just a tourist, signora!” he pleaded. The raven-haired beauty’s dark eyes flashed in fury. “Liar!” she spat. “You are the Englishman who promised my sister the world, then broke off your engagement to her by telling her you were married!” The fog in Ben’s mind slowly lifted. “You are Silvia’s sister?” he replied dimly. “You are Alexandra?” The Sicilian woman’s hand shot out then to slap the bemused man hard across the face. “Yes! I am Alexandra, you cur!” she raged. Ben shook his head at the blow, but still tried to reason with this virago. “Yes, yes, I admit I lied to Silvia, signora,” he pleaded, “but let me make amends. Take me to her. Let me apologise to her - please!” Alexandra gazed at her prisoner with hatred in her eyes. “Silvia took her own life eighteen months ago to this very day, you bastard.” she told him softly but darkly.

Ben’s face paled then. “I had no idea…” he responded barely audibly. Alexandra looked at him with contempt. “You never even wrote, never phoned. You discarded little Silvia like she was a broken toy…” the woman’s voice was faraway now. “Please..” Ben began to beg, but Alexandra then seized him by his bound wrists and thrust him towards the cave’s opening. “But her spirit will have vengeance!” Ben stumbled forward, frightened now, unsure what this crazed vengeful harridan may have in store. As he stepped blinking into the light, all Ben could think of to say was, “I’m sorry, Silvia…”

Source: Run For Your Life: “Sequestro!”, posted on Guys In Trouble by RoperMike

Token Protest

Jeff had been working late in the opulent old world splendour of Intersoft Inc’s elite offices, developing his employers’ latest prototype. The last thing the geeky programmer had expected was to be attacked by a sultry leather skirted red headed siren who turned out to be an industrial spy! Realising he was no match for the athletic female agent, Jeff quickly surrendered to her and did not resist when the woman then tied and gagged him. As she strode off to hack her way into Intersoft’s files while he looked on helplessly, the bound programmer felt he should make at least a token protest. “Mmmmmph!” he sounded through his tape gag sadly.

The mysterious industrial Mata Hari turned on her stiletto heel, looked over her shoulder at Jeff and gave him a whithering look. “Shhhhh!” she commanded. The terrified Jeff immediately fell silent and his elegant captor turned and walked away to a spare terminal, her shoes clip-clopping on the polished hardwood floor of the office.

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Coast Guard

Tanya surveyed her handiwork with some satisfaction. “Yes,” the wetsuit-clad secret agent remarked, “you won’t get out of that in a hurry, my friend!”

“Mmmph!” replied the bound and gagged coast guard angrily.

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The Sharpshooting Sisters

Kid Curry wondered if this was the nadir of his and Heyes’ career: being captured by a couple of girls not yet seventeen. The men had been sheltering from a nosy posse in a cabin owned by Alicia and Clementine, two sharpshooting sisters aged fifteen and sixteen respectively whose father had left them to seek for work two months earlier. The girls had offered Joshua Smith and Thaddeus Jones hospitality until suddenly, over dinner, Clementine had stood up and aimed a rifle almost as big as herself at the pair. “I’m figuring you’re the hombres Sheriff Kane’s posse is after, boys,” she drawled, “and the money pa left us is running low, so we sure could do with that bounty.”

“You’ve got it all wrong, miss,” began Heyes, “we’re just cowpokes looking for work like we told you…” “Shut up!” interrupted Clem. “Alicia, honey, fetch some rope: we’re tying these two outlaws up and taking them to the sheriff!” And so it was that the two former feared members of the Devil’s Hole Gang found themselves standing, placing their hands behind their backs and being bound by a couple of gun-toting schoolgirls. Curry looked longingly at his gun belt placed over the back of his chair and the rifle Clementine had placed on the table once her sister handed her a length of rope. But part of him realised could he and Heyes really threaten two teenage girls? Going straight shouldn’t be this complicated, the former bandit reflected ruefully as Alicia finished tying him up.

Source: Screenshot from Alias Smith and Jones, Series 2, Episode 5, The Posse That Wouldn’t Quit (1971), posted by RoperMike on Guys In Trouble

Tara’s Jungle Adventure

“I’m going to gag you and leave you here, my friend,” Tara told the defeated Mitchell as the jungle woman tightly bound the man’s hands behind his back. “I will come back for you after I have captured your boss and you can explain to him why perhaps you don’t deserve that pay rise after all!”

“Get lost, btttmmmph!” replied Mitchell sourly as Tara wrapped a strip of cloth around her captive’s fuming mouth. “Shut up!” she told him.

Source: Beach Trip with Janet video available on Clips4sale

The bachelor party were stripped down to their underwear, flung onto a bed and had their hands tightly bound behind their backs by the girl gang who they had unwisely invited back to their pad after meeting the young robbers posing as party girls in a bar.

Source: Robbed and Tied Up by Girl Gang video, unfortunately no longer available on YouTube