Surrender to Ropes

They were forced to strip to the waist.  They knew they were going to be bound so securely that any struggle to escape would be rope torture on their bare flesh.

They thought they were tough enough to take it, but after the binding- pure panic took over as they they realized they were helpless.

Every breath was torture.  Their tied crossed wrists were pushed high up their backs, their elbows and forearms tied together.  They contortion of their bodies expanded their diaphragm... the rope from their wrists was tied to their necks, chocking them.  The cords around their upper body compressed their pectorals and abs.  Their breaths were short... each one a gasp for air.

Their bodies were bound like pretzels...  their ankles, crossed and roped were behind their necks, their torso bent forward to their thighs.  Their spines felt they were about to fracture into pieces, as their spinal cords were popping through the skin on their backs.

The rag gagging them was shoved deep down their throats, and the roped sounding their heads was between they teeth and around their eyes.  

They lay their, bound in sweat, awaiting their fates.