100118 JO Pic of the week: Fear

Nice and tight

When Jake and Josh saw the old rope there were to be tied with, they felt a pit of fear in their stomach.

It was going to hurt.  Hurt a lot.

"Nice and tight," he said.

They were facing the wall now, with the arms behind their backs.  They broke out into a cold sweat as the rope was looped around both their arms, beginning at their shoulders, then down their biceps, elbows forearms and wrists.

It pinched and itched.

When it was in place two of them yanked the the ends, and the ropes tightened, forcing their arms as close as possible.  The rope burn felt like their arms were being amputated.  They looked at each other as now blood was oozing around the ropes, giving them a reddish color.

"Please loosen them.  Your cutting our arms up!"

"Give another yank and make them tighter."

This time they screamed.  Some old rags were shoved down their throats and tied in place with rope between their teeth, causing it to cut into the sides of their mouth and cheeks.

They stripped the boys of their jeans, and roped their legs like their arms.

Then, putting each one over one of their abductors shoulders, they were dumped into the back of their own van, hogtied ankles to wrists, and taken for a long drive.

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The pain was excruciating.

It was torture.

Any movement of our arms or legs only increased the agony.

The sweat on our tank tops mixed with the blood from our backs, giving them a pinkish color.

I thought I would puke, but realized  if I did I would choke on my own vomit.

It seemed like an eternity they drove.  When the finally stopped they opened the van door.  Before I could see were we were they took duct tape that was with our supplies and taped up our eyes and gags.

We were dragged by our legs into a building....

Our hands were taped into fists so our fingers could not reach the knots.

We were now standing, back to back, arms to arms, as the mummified our bodies together with duct tape from our necks to our feet.

They kicked out our legs from under us, and we crashed onto a wooden floor.

We were now sweating and bleeding profusely, however our arms were totally numb and we no longer felt the pain.

I could hear them laughing as they took photos of us.

And then they began to drink.

My whole body jerked....

So did my buddies.....

Now we were squirming, bringing back the agony as the ropes sawed into our skin.

The drunken bastards were tickling our feet!

092418 JO Pic of the week: "Get some rope on those boys!"

The smoke

They tied Jesse and Jake's wrists behind their backs.  For an hour they had tried to outrun the Vega boys, to no avail.  Exhausted, soaked with sweat, now they were being abducted.

With their wrists tied they dumped each one of them into a quad.  Roping their ankles, they took off in the darkness.  

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They were dumped on the floor.

They tied their elbows together.
They bent their legs and tied
their ankles to their thighs.
They ripped off their shirts
and formed tight gags.

They pushed them, back to back.
They bound their wrists and elbows
together.
Each bicep was bound to the
other boy.
They tied their necks.

They kicked them to the trap door and threw them down the hole.  They closed the door and
nailed it shut.

They struggled desperately to free themselves.
To no avail.
Their gagged screams went unheard.

Finally they stopped.
Exhausted.
Rope and laying in their sweat.

It was then they they smelt the smoke.

091718 JO Pic of the week: Where the fu$k am I?

Jan

"Yeah he is still knocked out from the drug."  "We'll take him anyway.  Tie him up

again."

The retied Jon's wrists and ankles and he was dumped into the truck of the car.

Some hours latter

091018 JO Pic of the week: Interrogation

The middle of nowhere

Eighteen year old Stew Jensen and his 20 year old older brother Jake put their arms behind their backs and turned around.  One of Mike O'Rourke's brothers tightly tied their wrists with pieces of hemp rope.  Taking Stew over his shoulder, he dumped him in the back of the truck, shoved a rag into his mouth, taped it, tied his ankles together and then to his wrists. In few minutes  his older brother was hogtied and gagged next to him.  They rolled the cover and closed it over them, plunging them into darkness.  They sun beat down on the black over as the truck treked for hours, roasting the brothers as their sweaty bodies bounced into each others.

They cut the hogtie and our wrists and tied retied them in front of us.  Then they hoisted us up to an unnamed gateway entrance in the middle of nowhere.  When we were both hanging, they pushed our heads forward, and tied our elbows together behind our heads and our upper arms to our necks.

They pulled my left leg and spread it so it was tied t the upright.  They tied my right leg to my brother's and spread his right leg to the other upright.  We were strung up, spread eagled in the hot sun!

Then they closed the gate and moved off a distance, holding their rifles.  I figured this was it.  They were just going to kill us here.  Better then being left hanging under the hot desert sun!!!

Our heads bent down since our elbows were tied together behind them so we could not see what they were going to do.  They was we were strung up and stretched out ...  we could not move our torsos an inch.

The shot rung out.  It gazed my side burning my ribs!  He was a crack shot.... just close enough for the bullet to gaze our skin and form rivulets of blood mingling with our sweat coming down our sides.

Then I realized what their plan was.

They were not planning to kill us!  Rather, with our wrists, arms and necks burning from the ropes, our ribs on fire, our torsos frying in the sun, legs cramped....

They filmed us.

And left us -- not knowing if anyone would ever find us alive!

Jordan's revenge

Jesse watched in terror as
his older brother took the
handcuffs, clasped it on
his right wrist, put his arms
behind the chair and cuffed
his left wrist.
He closed his eyes.
Their abductor came and taped
his eyes.

He took a good strong rope and lashed his biceps to the sides of the chair, too his cuffed wrists and puled them up and tied them to his neck, roped his ankles, passing a rope from them under the seat of the chair and up to his cuffed wrists.

He ball-gagged him and took the tape off his eyes.

Now with both brothers at the choking point he tightened the rope until they are gasping for breath...

and left them.

Helplessly struggling and gasping for breath.

090318 JO Pic of the week: Double Trouble