Thursday, February 18, 2021

Gasping for breath


 Greg sat there, waiting for the ropes.  He knew he and his buddied were going to be bound.  His heart was pounding is his chest as he watched them rope up Mike.


He closed his eyes.

He was next.




Mike sat on the chair. They pulled his arms behind it, crossed his wrists, and tied them securely with rough strong rope.  His upper arms were lashed to the sides.  They pushed up his wrists causing his biceps to bulge in the rope. The rope burn was torture as his wrists were tied up to his neck, now bent backwards.  Ropes circled his chest and abs, lashing his torso to the chair.  He was depantsed, stripped to his shorts.  His thighs were tied together and bound to the seat of the chair.  His ankles, crossed and bound were pulled under the chair and were hogtied to his wrists bound to his neck.  Finally, they taped up his head, blindfolding and tightly gagging him.





To motivate those paying the ransom, they live feed a simple but effective torture....

They used this wheel to tickle the soles of our feet.  We had to keep control, for, when our legs jerked from the sensation, the rope from our ankles pulled our wrists and we choked.



We were tickle tortured for several hours.  Finally it stopped.  The ransom was paid.  But an insanity had come over us, and we had strained against the ropes that our bodies were raw with rope burn.



All we could was sweat, moan, and gasp for breath.




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