Kidnapped All stars

The thin hemp rope was torturing the boys bound arms.
It had been looped tightly around their biceps and crossed wrists behind their backs.  Their wrists were pushed up high behind their backs and tied off to their biceps, while their elbows and forearms tied together.  The thin rope was lake a hacksaw, digging into their muscular arms, cutting deep.  Any movement made the ropes dig deeper into their muscle.  All they could do was scream in their deep gags.

Grabbed by their bound ankles they were dragged into the abandoned house and dumped on the floor, their body mass crushing their arms as they lay their panting.  The sweat was burning their eyes.  Ransom photos were taken.  Then the trap door was removed to an old hiding place in the house, about 7 feet deep and 6 by 6 in size.  The grabbed Robby and shoved him feet first down the hole.

Jason was pushed down last.  With the three bulky boys shoved in a small space, they felt crushed.  They looked at their fear fulled sweat covered faces.
Their sweat dripped onto each other.  Their eyes looking upward....  as the hatch was replaced and nailed in place, plunging them into total darkness.

Their gagged screams
echoed off of the walls of their prison.  Their panicked bodies jerked in the ropes, now slashing their skin.  Hours passed...  the air was stale, their breathing labored, their arms dripping blood behind their backs....



There they stood, not knowing if the ransom would be paid, or if they were buried alive....

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102819 JO Pic of the week: See you latter

The chairs

"I sat on the chair.  My arms we're pulled behind with my biceps pressed against the sides.  My wrists were crossed and tightly tied with rope.  Circling my biceps and the the chair with more rope, they tightly fixed my upper arms in place.  I could feel numbness and I broke out into a cold sweat as they pushed my wrists against the third chair rung and tied them to it.

Then methodically they roped me, first my neck to the upper rung, my chest to the next, my gut to the third and my waist to the last.  I realized I would have to sit here, unable to move!"

"They tied my legs together, roping around my thighs, above and below my knees and my ankles.  They pushed my feet under the chair, and with a long roped pulled my feet back, pulled by head back, shoved a rag in my mouth, and tied the rope from my feet between my teeth, gagging me. My thighs were roped next to the seat of the chair, and a cloth was made into a tight blindfold.  I could not move an inch!"

"All we could do was sweat and make gagging gurgled sounds as out spit stuck in our throats.  I figured I was tough enough to endure this, when, from the crack under the blindfold I saw and panicked....  a caulking gun was shoved into each of my ears, deafening me.!  They tightened the blindfold with duct take.  Now motionless, blind and deaf, I sat their feeling the sweat tickle my arms and chest." 

Terrorist clan

They were on the run from the cops.

They need a place to stay hidden.

The old Baker farm would be perfect.

They were well prepared.  They were well armed and had a good supply of rope and tape to bind their victims.

And they would be bound and gagged and tormented by this terrorist clan.

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Jacob's wrists had been bound behind his back.

Put into a choke hold, the beat his belly until the sweat was spraying from his body and his legs collapsed.

Now in the dirt on his belly, one began to bind his ankles and legs, while other looped ropes around his arms from his shoulders to his wrists, and, with a boot on his arms, yanked and tightened the ropes as Jacob screamed and his arms collapsed together, leaving only a few scant inches between his biceps.  They pulled him up by his head, brought in too his feet, and circled his eyes, mouth, chest and gut with tape.  Putting him over one of their shoulders, they brought him into the old barn, dumped him on the floor, bent his legs and tied his ankles to his neck.

Once they had Jesse roped and taped they brought him into the barn and dumped him next to his brother. He too was hognecked. They turned the two brothers around so that they lay on their arms and bent legs.  Hamstings cramped and the ropes tightened around their necks.

Someone fired their automatic weapon. The terrorized bothers gag screamed as the hot butt of the gun was pushed into their belly buttons.

They made Josh strip to the waste and marched him into the barn.  He looked down at his terrorized brothers, breathing heavy, soaked in sweat, in pain from their rope burn and the cramps.

They took Josh's wrists and crossed them in front of his belly, bound them, and strung him up to a beam in the roof.  Dangling from his wrists, he feet several inches off the ground, they grabbed his hair, pulled his head back, and bound his elbows together in front of his throat.  Taping up his eyes and mouth, they taped his forearms together.  Roping around each of his biceps, they tied them too his neck.

As he hung there, they bound his legs and feet, bent his legs back and tied his shins to his thighs.

While the sweat poured down Josh's chest, they beat his gut as he swung backs and forth, until he was knocked out.  Pounding the hognecked brothers on their guts, they too were made unconscious.

Leaving them they went in and began to ransack the house.

102119 JO Pic of the week: Gagged

101419 JO Pic of the week: Take the challenge

Time is of the essence

Josh and Keith had no choice:  kidnapped and now they would be bound.  They surrendered their arms behind their backs.  Their abductors began to weave the rope between their arms, starting at their shoulders and moving down to their wrists, yanking the rope tightly until their biceps were a only a few inches apart and their forearms were lashed together.

Putting a rope from the front of their necks, they circled it a dozen times around their torsos, digging deep into their pecs and abs, forcing their forearms deep into their spines.

They tied up their legs and feet.

Dirty rags made great gags!
Josh resisted, but with his hair pulled back and his gut being plummeted with their fists, the rag was shoved down his throat.  Rope between his teeth and circled around his head held the rag in place.  Josh felt as if he was choking:  he tried to remain calm.  Sweat was trickling out of ever pore of his body.  

The two nooses were dropped from the rafters and put around their necks.  They were pulled upward until they began to choke, the released a few inches, their heads no pulled backwards.
Sacks were put over their heads and tied at their necks.


Now, motionless, bound, gagged and noosed, they stood at attention, and a video stream was sent to their families, watching them sweat of moan as the ransom demands were sent --- knowing that time was of the essence, for if they collapsed from exhaustion, they would be dead!

100619 JO Pic of the week: Hogtied during Home Invasion

The feel of rope

The Ryan brothers saw the rope they were going to use on them.  They realized it was coarse and rough, and was going to hurt.  Now they knew why they were forced to loose their shirts.  "Come on, that rope will torture us!"  "That the idea boys--- keep you from trying to escape.  Now sit crossed legged, back to back, with your hands over your heads.  We're going to tie you up!"

The rope circled their torsos, a dozen times, pushing deep into their chests, abs and bellies.  They could see the ropes burning their skin, cutting deeper with each breath.
Their arms were pulled back around their brother's bellies.  Their wrists were each tied and pulled, pushing into their brothers guts.  Their overlapping upper arms were bound, around their biceps, around and between, slicing into their muscle.  

With their ankles bound, sitting cross legged,  each thigh and shin was tightly lashed together.  Even though they still were wearing their jeans, the prickly rope tortured their skin.

Their shirts were torn into strips.  Parts were shoved into their mouths and secured with rope between their teeth and around their heads, ripping into their cheeks.  Other parts blindfolded the brothers.


Finally ropes were circled several times around each of their necks, and finally around both, binding their heads together.

They photographed the bound brothers, focusing on the sweet and blood trickling from their rp[e burns.

Then they were left, with the admonition....

"I hope you boys like the feel of the rope!"