The handcuffs were hinged, which would make their wrists unable to move.
The rope was rough... it would torture their skin.
And the tape was thick. It would make tight gags and blindfolds.
They cuffed my wrists behind my back, pushed up my shirt over my head, baring my hairy chest and belly, and taped my head. Tying my ankles, thy dragged my to the chair and put my arms behind it. They began to rope my torso to the three center ribs of the chair, first in a crisscross pattern then in a circle, yanking each time so that the coarse from dug deep into my gut and chest. They tied ropes around my upper arms and the side of the chair, again yanking each time, and then frapping between the chair and my biceps. It was like a tourniquet... cutting deep into the muscle. They rope the center of the cuffs, pulled my head back by my hair, and tied the cuffs high up the chair to my neck. My biceps naturally bulged in the ropes, and the tourniquet tightened even more.
Between the pain and the terror I did not realize they were tying my legs, first my thighs together and then to the seat of the chair. When the pulled my tied ankles under the seat of the chair, my thighs cramped and I felt them hogtie my ankles up to my neck.
It was then I realized I could not move an inch.
It was torture. Where the ropes cut into our skin, trickling blood mixed with my cold sweat.
Then the fuckers took off my shoes and cut off my socks. They began to tickle my feet. My body jerked in the ropes, my feet moved and I began to choke.... I controlled my feet as best I could....
They tickled us for hours....
As we slowly began to go insane.
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