123118 JO Pic of the week: Caught Trespassing

The point of insanity

The fraternity brothers
were forced to strip to the waist.

Their wrists were pulled behind their backs crossed and tied with rope.

More rope was used to bind their
arms.
Each was blindfolded.


Their ankles and knees were tied.

Their mouths were stuffed with a rolled up bandanna and taped forming a tight gag.

Then they finished roping them
up.

The scars of ropeburn

Jesse moved his body the few inches he could to try to relieve the stress on his arms.  The rope had lashed his elbows together.  His shoulders were strained.  His breathing was labored as his diaphragm had expanded.
Sweat poured down his blindfolded and gagged face.

The few inches gave a momentary relief until he slumped again in the chair, exhausted.

Suddenly he was pulled by his hair....

"You trying to escape boy?  Get more rope on him!"

Roping between his biceps they pulled until the rope cut into his muscle.  Jesse screamed in his gag and was punched in the face until he was out cold.

Brandon just sat there shaking.

The 19 year old was terrified.

Not being able to move, to see, to talk were
taking their toll on him.

He started to convulse in panic
squirming on the chair shaking his head wildly back and forth.

Somebody began to rub his chest...

"Calm down boy.  Calm down boy.  Your struggles are only making the ropes tighter.  This will all be over soon, one way or another."

Brandon head slumped on his chest as he tried to
control his fear of having lost control.

To motivate the university they put a plastic bag over Jared's head and filled him as he was suffocating.  When the bag was finally firm against his face, they pulled it off leaving the bound man gasping for breath.

122418 JO Pic of the week: Gift Wrapping

Muffled screams

They marched the hostages into the barn.

They put their arms behind their backs.

Taking barn rope they weaved it between their arms, starting just at the shoulder, around their biceps and elbows, lashing together their forearms and wrists, and circling the rope a dozen times chests and guts.

Kicking them onto the floor, they ropes their thighs, knees, shins and ankles, and bending their legs back tied their ankles to their wrists.

They shoved an old rag into their mouths and over their eyes.  Then they roped around their heads, securing the blind fold and gag.

Lifting them up them dumped each one of them into a storage bin.

Now the hogtied boys were panicked.  They trashed and squirmed in their bonds to no avail as

the bins were covered with wood and nailed into place, entombing them.  Ignoring their terrorized muffled screams they said....

"You better hope all goes our way, for if not we will burn the barn down with the three of you inside."

And their muffled screams went unheard.

Kidnapped Cousins

The bound cousins groaned and moaned in their gags as they watched one of their kidnappers
securely nail the door in place.

Our arms were lashed together behind our backs, at our shoulder above the bicep, above our elbows and
at our wrists with ropes.

Our chests and guts were circled with rope.

Our thighs, knees and ankles were tied.

Rags were shoved into our mouths and gagged us by ropes between our teeth and around our heads.

We sat against the wall.

A long rope tethered our necks and our legs together.

Another circled each of our bellies.

Our arms were numb.

Sweat burned our eyes and dripped off our chins.

We were sore from the beatings we got when the
jumped us.

We worked our arms but could not move them an inch, so tight were we tied.

The gag was deep down our throats and it felt like we were choking, our gagged coughs filled the room.

There was no chance that we could get free.

We just had to sit and wait.

Nigh came.  The temperature dropped to near freezing.  Soaked with cold sweat we began to shiver.

We panicked!  We were squirming insanely only tightening the ropes around our necks.

Finally we stopped.  We looked at each other's misery and wondered if we were going to die here.

121718 JO Pic of the week: Time is running out

Shore Leave

"We were weak from the waterboarding and not having any food or water since we were captured.

I could hear the cell door open and we were hurled to the floor on our backs, our arms lashed in front of us.

They stripped us of the rest of our uniforms... all we had were our shorts.  Then they crossed my ankles and roped them.

Pushing my torso forward the bent me until my face was in my feet.  Then the forced my tied ankles behind my head.

My body contorted.

My spine was at the breaking point.

We were screaming and moaning in our gags.

They roped around my torso and legs binding me in that position.

"Twenty four hours and we be back to see if you are ready to talk, if not we will horsewhip your backs until you are dead."

The cell was closed.

We lay there, bound in torture ropes, until we heard the explosions and the navy seals rescued us.

Defeated.

They lay on the floor face down, their sweat making puddles in the dust and dirt on the floor,

Their crossed wrists had been tied with rope and pushed up their backs to their necks.  The elbows and forearms were lashed together.

Their cries of agony were silenced by rags shoved into their mouths and taped around their heads.

Pulled by their hair to their knees and pushed together chest to chest their bodies were bound together with rope.

They pushed the bound brothers onto their sides,
and bound their legs.

Bending their legs back, their ankles were tied to their necks.

The brothers stared into each other terrified eyes and sweaty faces grimaced with pain...

When their eyes were ductaped.

The brothers squirmed for hours
trying to free themselves, their numb fingers
desperately searching for any knots, but
to no avail.



Exhausted, cramped and numb
they lay still... defeated....
feeling each other's heart beats,
their sweat pooling together,
listening to each others deep groans.

121018 JO Picture of the Week: Buddies