We were taken at gunpoint from our tents.
Me, Mike, and my buddies....
Ben...
Scott...
and Logan.
They tightly tied strong rope around our hands behind our backs....
...wrists crossed, circled, knotted, wrapped and knotted again.
It was so frigging tight I could feel my pulse in my wrists!
Strong tape...
...was rolled between my teeth and around my head many times, not only gagging me, but cutting into the sides of my mouths.
A long rope was tied around our necks.....
...the ends tied to two quads, two of us on each quad.
Off we went, bound and gagged, on our forced march following the quads, forced to keep up, knowing if we slowed down or fell, we would choke to death.....
Covered with sweat.....
Little did I know that this was only the beginning of our misery!
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I'm Scott.....
I am 100% Native American....
Cherokee.
Proud of my heritage.
Sounds stupid, but when I was a kid I used to play cowboys and Indians.
You could not imagine how many times I lost, was captured, tied up....
and left to escape, even if it took all day!
But I knew this was going to take a long time..
For when they finished roping me I knew they had me in rope torture!
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They worked my wrists up my back. The stress on my shoulders was amazing. Like when a guy takes one of your arms and pushes it up your back. Here were both my arms, pushed up by my bound wrists...... and then the son of a bitch tied my hands off to my neck. If I lowered my hands to ease the strain, I would choke.
He took a sturdy tree branch...
..and, pulling my bound hands back, laid it across my back....
He roped each of my biceps to it with some kind of lashing...
...so fucking tight that my arms were going to explode.....
Us 4 tough guys where reduced to whimpering children. Circling tightly my upper torso, around my pecs and this contraption my arms were tied too finished off their torture.
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We still had the long rope around our necks. We were pulled and marched again, this time into the old house that would be our holding cell until the ransom would be paid.
When we got inside, I was pushed down on my belly.
Me and the guys were helpless and could do nothing as they roped my legs and ankles. By now my neck, wrists, and upper arms were raw from the coarse rope they used. I could sense that these guys enjoyed tying us up. They used more rope than they needed to secure my legs... binding them around my thighs, above and below my knees, my calves, and then my ankles.
When our limbs were all secured, they pulled us up to our feet.
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Taking the long rope that was around our necks, they threw it up high, over the broken roof rafters.
They dropped it down and again tied the ends around our necks....
They taped our eyes.
And left us, hanging by our necks, our arms numb and useless, standing at perfect attention.
We were like that for 10 hours....
Before the authorities came and cut us down.
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We went camping again the next weekend......
And I bragged how, as an Indian, I naturally would have gotten free, given the time.
In the middle of the night my buddies jumped me.....
Roped and gagged me.....
And marched me to the same old cabin....
And roped me as I had been before....
And strung me up by my neck.....
Then they sat down and cracked some beers, and took some vids....
Man, was I fucking enjoying this!
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