082718 JO Pic of the week: Cuffed

Nice and Tight

Their crossed wrists were lashed together behind their backs with a thin, coarse rope that felt like it was cutting their wrists!

When the saw the rope, Justin and David Benson figured, since it was so thin....

....they could easily brake free.  However, they soon realized that the thinner rope tied tighter and knotted tighter making it a weapon of torture as they forced their forearms together and rope their arms just above their elbows and around their biceps.

They tethered the Benson boys necks together and dumped them into the back of a mule truck....

....binding their ankles together.  They gagged the brothers with a knotted bandanna between their teeth and another on top of it.  A third one blindfolded them.

It seemed like hours....

...their bound bodies bouncing in the back of the mule as they drove alone an abandoned railroad line through the woods.

When they reached their destination, they dragged each of the Benson's brothers into the abandoned cabin.  They pushed them up against the two wooden columns holding up what was left of a roof....

They bound Justin's tied arms to the column, untied his ankles and pulled his feet behind it.  Binding his feet again now behind it, then roped his body from his neck to his shins.

Now with David tied up as his older brother, they took photos of the helpless boys, and drove off.

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The torrential rain soaked their bodies, making the wet ropes feel even tight.  The deafening thunder silenced their gagged screams for help. Finally, after several hours the storm passed, the temperature dropped, leaving the bound boys shivering through the night in their ropes realizing now how helpless they were and that they might never be rescued.

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082018 JO Pic of the week: Trying to escape

Helplessly tied up

They roped their arms at the elbows and wrists behind their backs.

They duct taped their fists and their forearms.

Putting them back to back they tied each of their biceps to each other, as well as their elbows and wrists.

The circled their torsos from their necks to their waists with tight ropes.

They ripped the younger brother's sweat soaked shirt off his body, tore it in two and blindfolded their eyes with it, taping it in place.

Pulling off his shoes and socks, they shoved a sock in each of their mouths and taped it forming a tight gag.

They had them sit crossed legged, removing the older brother shoes and socks, and tied their crossed ankles together.

They roped each leg, thigh to shin.

Helpless now, the listened as they ransacked the house.

Finally as they ready to leave, they beat the brothers unconscious.

And left them.

Helplessly tied up.

081318 JO Pic of the week: "I got your boy!"

Trees

  

He was now gagged with rope,  Before I could speak I too was rope gagged.

They cut Timmy down.  He collapsed unconscious on the ground.  He was hogtied.

They untied me, stripped me to the waist,
and staked me out between two trees.

They used my gut for a punching
bag until I was out cold and hanging from
my wrists.

When I finally came to Timmy and I had been
lashed to trees.... neck tied..... tightly gagged.

Our bare chests painted with honey....





As the night bugs began to awaken.....

Three nooses. Three million dollars.

The pushed Jimmy's crossed tied wrists up his back towards his neck.  When they got his forearms to touch the bound his elbows together.  Taking a steel rebar rod they pushed it under his biceps and over his forearms and roped each bicep to it, knotting it over his tricep muscle.  Gagging him to stop his screams they stood him up removed his boots and socks and bound his ankles and knees.  They they slipped the noose over his neck.

Pulling on the noose until Jake's neck was back, the began to
photo the bound boy, taking closeups of his roped arms and
wrists, the tightness of the rope around his neck, his eyes popping out as he endured the pain of the ways they tied him up, and the sweat pouring off his face and down his chest and gut.

The zoomed into to Jason's bare feet as hey heaved up the noose until he was standing only on his toes.  They pulled out his gag and focused on his face, recording the choking and gargling shouts he was making, and then stopped the recording.

The cut the noose and he crashed onto the floor. 


















Bending their legs back, they tied their ankles off to the necks, double gagged and taped their eyes and mouth, and left them, a roped mass of pain and sweat, wondering how their families would ever get the ransom money to save them

080618 JO Pic of the week" Awaiting his fate

A taste of their own medicine

Lance Corporals Justin Page and Hector Nunez started at the two me who had broken into Justin's home.  He and His best pal Hector were taking their R&R together.  Little did they know they would become kidnapped in an affair that would go all the way to the Joint Chiefs of Staff.

On their bellies, their crossed wrists were tightly bound with rope.  Duct tape was shoved between their teeth and around their heads several times.

They looked at each other.  Sweat began to bead on their brows.

"Look here," on of their abductors said after taking their wallets.  "We have two Marines!"

"Lucky choice we made to brake in here.  We can get ransom from the Marine Corps."

Justin and Hector looked at each other.  They had some prisoner of war training:  they were tied up and slapped around, but this was real.

"OK, knock them out!.

They came to Justin, pushed up his sleeve and plunged a syringe into his shoulder.  Coming to Hector he tried to fight them off, but a kick in the balls and a shot in the arm soon had he and his buddy out cold.

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Justin awoke with a cloth over his eyes.  His head was pulled back and ropes circled the 20 year old's neck. 

He strained his body.  He was bound to a chair.

His tied wrists had been pulled up the back of the chair and tied to his neck.

His biceps were lashed and frapped to the sides of the chair.

His legs and ankles were now tied, and a long rope from between his ankles went under the chair and up to his wrists.

If he moved he choked.

If was then he heard the sounds of gasping and coughing and choking.

He shook his head as much as he could and the cloth fell off his face.

HECTOR WAS BEING WATERBOARDED!

His arms and legs, bound as they were were jerking wildly, causing the ropes around his neck to tighten even more as he was drowned.   They would stop.  Hector would spit up water and gasp for breath only to be drowned again.


Finally the stopped.  Hector was breathing heavy, the tortured Marine trying to stay calm.

His struggles had caused the ropes around his upper arms and wrists to slice through his skin.  Blood trickled down his arms and dripped to the floor, giving the water below the chair a pinkish hue.

They came back to Justin.

They pulled the gag off of him and before he could even speak his drowning began.

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Hector knew that, unless they escaped, they would be tortured again.  Justin was unconscious. 

They had cut the ropes from their necks and from their ankles to their wrists, thinking they might choke.  The planned to take another video, cutting up their chests and gut.

It was an old wooden chair.

Hector had a plan.  He also knew he could brake his arms!

He began to rock his body until the chair tipped and fell onto its side.  He bit down hard on his gag to stifle the screams.  Justin came too, and saw Hector on his side, figuring they had tortured him again.  But he was strain his body and the seat from away from the back of the chair.  Still bound to it he crawled over to Justin, got onto his knees, and with his numb fingers worked Justin's bounds until he was free enough to
untie himself.  Then he freed Hector.




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They found the guns their abductors used.

They were drunk in the next room.

A sharp hit to their heads knocked them out.

Now, staked out, their kidnappers began to get a taste of their own medicine.