093019 JO Pic of the week: Hostages

Held for Ransom

Josh just looked at his buddies, bound and gagged as he was.  The fear in his gut made him want to puke, but he controlled it --- gagged with a rag in his mouth covered with tape he didn't want to choke on his own vomit.

He enjoyed working out with his friends.... a good sweat felt good.  But now the sweat dripped off his body, and his arms and legs hurt!

"Please don't gag me," Billy begged.  "I won't say anything!"
A hard slap across Billy's face had the roped boy crash on the floor. Pulled up by his hair, put into a choke hold, the rag was shoved down is throat, and the duct tape circled over his mouth and around his head.  Put back on the chair, his torso was roped to it, leaving Billy whimpering with terror.

We were marched into this dark room.  I was made to put my arms behind my back.  A pair of plastic cuffs were slid up my arms to my biceps and tightened.  It hurt but a grit my teeth and a second pair was slid up just above my elbows, and pulling my forearms together tied off.  They tightened my biceps more and a uncontrolled scream came from deep within me.  A rag was shoved into my mouth, and I was taped gagged as a third set of cuffs secured my wrists. Roping my thighs and feet, I was dumped onto a chair, and my torso circled with ropes lashed me to it.  My feet were pulled under the chair and bound to the back rung between the two chair legs.

Time passed slowly.  I could feel moisture on my forearms, matting the hair.  I figured the plastic cuffs had cut into my upper arms and elbows, and blood trickled down with sweat.
Every joint in my body was pounding with pain, from my shoulders, down my spine, to my butt and cramped legs.  I could not move an inch to find some release.  I did all I could to hold it in, but I lost it and pissed on myself.  My head slumped to my chest, and I wept.

We ended being tied up like that for some 15 hours before the ransom was paid and we were rescued.  But the experience toughened us up, and we all decided to join the Marines.

092319 JO Pic of the week: Bound and dumped

The Carter Boys

"Get the rope and tie them up!"

ROPED.

GAGGED.

BLINDFOLDED.

TAKEN.

HELD FOR RANSOM.

Bound hand and foot, dumped onto the splintery wooden barn floor, face down, the dry wooden splinters stabbing their chest and bellies.

Next to each other...

They took a long barn pole and laid it under our upper arms, across our backs.  Each of our biceps was hemp roped to it, as tight as they could.  My arms felt they would explode!  Then the grabbed my hair, and pulled my head back... while another pushed up my bound wrists.  My biceps bulged and the rope cut deep into our muscle!  A rope from our wrists was tied around our necks!

Cutting my feet free, they removed my boots, socks, and pants, leaving me just wearing my shorts.  Crossing my ankles, they tied them together, and roped my thighs too.  Bending my legs back, and sitting on my shins, they roped my ankles to my wrists.  Now, if I tried to relax the cramps in my hamstrings, I could CHOKE!

It was rope torture!  Our gagged groans filled the old barn as we lay still in a pool of sweat.  They set up cameras, one for each of us, focusing on the rope burn on our necks, biceps and wrists.

Then they left us, now knowing how long or even if we would ever be set free, our cries so loud not even the gags could silence them,

091619 JO Pic of the week: Ransom photos

090919 JO Pick of the week: Packaged

The rich kids

 

"Make it tighter Jason!"  Their new personal trainer was roping their crossed wrists behind their backs.  They wanted to test themselves.  "I don't want to hurt you boys."  "We can take it.  Make it tight!"  He tugged on the rope as he wove it around their wrists and in between.  "There.  Now lay on your bellies, I'm going to tie your feet."  It was awkward, with their hands tied behind their backs to get onto the floor, but with a hard 'thump' they landed face down.  He roped up their feet.  "Now I'm going to take some tape and blind you, so close your eyes."  

 He pushed the roll of tape over their eyes and started circling their heads, blindfolding and gagging them.  "Oh I forgot to tell you I was going to silence you too.  Don't want you to help each other."  There was a reluctant nod of the tied up boys' heads now that they were bound, blindfolded and gagged.

"Now on last thing."  He shoved the knock out drug into each of their right shoulders.  It was cold.  They realized something was wrong.  They started to squirm a bit until.....   motionless and helpless he dragged them to the basement garage and dumped them into his trunk.  "Sorry rich kids.... you've been kidnapped!"



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All Ryan could feel was his pounding head and the sweat truckling down his chest.  He could not feel his arms or legs, but he knew they were lashed together behind his back.  He flexed his powerful muscles:  PAIN.... POUNDING PAIN went through his biceps.  He realized how they were tied.... biceps a scant few inches apart and forearms forced together.   His hamstrings were cramping.  He figured his legs were bent, his ankles tied to his wrists and he was on his back, his body mass crushing his arms and legs.  He turned onto his side when he heard the sound of an electric razor.  "So your awake.  Good.  Time to give you boys a haircut.  See, your parents when proof we have you.  So hold still!"
Ryan cursed and screamed in the gag as he sheared his head.  "Time to shear your buddies, than its video time!"

Dustin was gasping for breath!
His ankles were tied a few inches from his wrists.  A hook has been put on the ropes between them and he was hoisted up.  His shoulders were being torn from their sockets as he hung, arms pulled up and back behind him, body bent downward, sweat dripping from his face.  His hair chopped up, blood squirting from their ropes around his biceps and wrists, they made a video to send along with his hair to his parents.

Greg never stopped fighting the ropes!  Even as they cut off his hair and hung him up he struggled to get free.  Since he was shirtless, they decided they would brake him.  Dropping him down, cutting the hogtie than stringing him up by his feet, they beat his abs with a bat until they turned purple and Greg hung there, now broken and defeated.

Left hogtied on the floor, all they could do was to endure and wait and hope the ransom would quickly be paid.

090219 JO Pic of the week: Kidnapped!