Abducted

 

The rope was tied around their crossed wrists behind their backs so tight that it already caused painful ropeburn.  The tape, starting between their teeth was circled around their heads a dozen times, making for a tight gag and blindfold.

Grabbed by their arms, they were marched down the stairs to their own garage, in which a windowless van was waiting.

The three of them were dumped in, laying on their arms, and their ankles were tied.

One of the kidnappers closed the doors. The other two jumped in the cab and they took off.

He kept tracing the butt of his gun across their sweaty bare chests...

"I hope they don't pay the ransom.  I could enjoy torturing you muscle boys."

The bound boys shook with fear as he tickled their bellies with the gun..

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"They untied our wrists.  The ropes ripped of skin and hairs. Putting us against three posts, they bound our wrists to them, high above our heads.

They had a lot of rope, so they tied each of our biceps to the posts, as well as our necks.  Our torsos were lashed to is, the ropes burning our bare chests.

Our ankles were untied, our boots and socks removed, our feet pulled behind the posts, crossed and roped.  they pulled up our feet and tied them to a rope around our waists.  

So we hung, lashed to the posts, with the scorching sun beam down on our bare chest and arms."

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"They tickled our feet so we would squirm for the camera.  They put plastic bags over our heads so we would make gasping gagged sounds.  They twisted the ropes around our upper arms so our veins would pop through our skin. They left our burning in the sun, with video cameras broadcasting our slow torture."

"We were told the ransoms were paid.  They cut our down from the posts.  We collapsed, half dead.  Our wrists were again bound behind our backs, and our ankles tied again.  They dumped us in the van.

We came to a swamp.  They pulled us our and hogtied our wrists to our ankles, and left us to the mercy of the bugs, until our rescuers came and saved us."

083120 JO Pic of the week: Farm boys

 

082420 JO Pic of the week: What are you going to do to me?

 

081620 JO Pic of the week: the Bait

 

Full Roping

They lay on their bound arms and wrists,

their arms contorted behind their backs.

Their bulk weight pressed down on their arms adding to the torment.

Their faces were drenched with sweat.

Ryan's shirt had been ripped into three pieces, balled up and shoved down their throats.

Thick duct tape went between their teeth and around their heads several times.

Ryan's chest glistened with sweat.

They were tying his legs and feet.

Then their turned him over onto his belly.

His bound wrists had been pushed up to his neck, and his elbows are forearms tied together.

They bent back his legs and tied them off to his neck.

They turned Billy and Jake onto their bellies and hognecked them.  Billy was in the middle.  They put them together and tied each of Billy biceps to Ryan and Jack's arm.

Now there was no way the boys could reach each other and try to free their bodies from the ropes.

 Beginning with Jake, they looped a rope around his neck, and tethered it to this two friends.  They passed a rope between their bound wrists and fastened that to the neck rope.

Now.. if they moved too much or struggled, their was a chance they could choke themselves or even their friends.

Now helplessly ropes, they were left in their misery awaiting their fates.

081020 JO Pic of the week: Surrender to Ropes

 

 

The hostage ordeal

 They hung from their bound crossed wrists from the cross beam in the ceiling.

Their heads had been pushed forward and their elbows and forearms tied together behind their heads.  Ropes around their biceps bound them to their necks.  Sweat dripped down their torsos from their arms pits and chests.... it dripped from their faces to the floor below.  A gag made of knotted ropes stuffed their mouths and cut their cheeks.  

Their ankles and thighs were tied, and their legs, bent back, were hogtied, ankles to thighs.  

The heat and humidity made their prison into a sweat box.  They glistened with sweat as they craved a drop of water.

There the hostages hung, as day turned to night and back to day...

...knowing the usual fate of hostages....

080320 JO pic of the week: Tied up