The Losers get tied up and tortured Parts 1 and 2

WEEKEND WARGAMES

PAINTBALL

REAL ACTION-NOT ROLE PLAY

TWO TEAMS OF 9

THE LOSERS BECOME POW's

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I did not know if we lost we would end up tied up and tortured!  Bust a soon as the judge declared that our team had lost, they were all over us, tying us up, gagging us and taking us to a secure location to be interrogated.   It was real, very fucking real!

So our hands were tied with rope behind our backs.  

We were gagged with a rag shoved into our mouths....

...and tightly secured with tape.

I quickly realized that they guy who tied my hands was well trained in this.  He used three lengths of rope.  Crossing my wrists he tied one around them and knotted it behind my hands so my fingers had no access.  A second was tied in the opposite direction, forming a diagonal lashing.  The last was tied around the first two, between my wrists, tightening the rope and making it impossible to even move my wrists.  

We were marched into a truck...

...and made to sit, crossed legged.  

One of the guys who defeated us came in and tied our ankles.  He checked the rope on our hands making sure it was tight and secured.  Then he banged on the wall of the truck, and we took off.

"Glad you boys lost.  I like tying up guys like you."

He showed us some pictures...

"I hope you boys like being tied up and tortured!"

I broke out into a cold sweat!

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We were marched, bound and gagged down an underground passage.

It was on old, underground shelter.  I was held by two of them, holding me by my upper arms.  They kept repeating, "We're going to tie you up boy.  We're going to beat you up boy, Viet-nam style."  My buddies tied me up a couple of time, so I knew what it was like.  I head read about how POW's were roped in Viet-nam....

"...his torturers applying tourniquets to his arms with parachute cord. "They took the cord and cinched it so tightly above my elbows that it literally caused my hands to contract because of the pressure on the ligaments," he said.
And that was only the beginning. Next they tied his arms behind his back with three men applying pressure on each side. "(They) pulled against each other until my arms, they folded them up my back and my hands went back to my neck," he said.
Next the torturers wrapped cord around his body so it looked like he had no arms. They tied parachute cord around his thumbs, which were at the back of his head, and hoisted his body off the ground by throwing the cord over the rafters.He said the technique pulled his shoulders out of socket."

I was daydreaming --- they would never do that to us.  That would be real torture.... when we got to the  end of our trek.

The two with me grabbed rope....

They gave me a full roping!

When they finished, I lay there, some roped mummy of sorts, helplessly screaming in my gag, squirming on the ground, trying to relieve the stress of the roping.

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There was no fucking way they were going to bind me like that.  I was kicking at them wildly, looking to break away and make a run for it.

The bastards has a taser!

I went down- hard -  shaking.  They were all over me, kicking, punching me and roping me up.  When they finished I lay there in a pool of sweat and pain.

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So there we were, the nine of us, face down on the ground.  My arms had been pushed together and held there first with duct tape around my forearms.  Then my elbows were tied together, just above the joint.  A rope between my elbows pulled my arms up and was tied around my neck.  My upper arms were spread apart, but they each were circled around the middle of my biceps and pulled together, tied, and then roped around my chest.  My wrists were circled once again and tied around my gut.

My legs have been crossed.  They died my boots together at the ankle, my calve muscles, knees and thighs.   We lay there for hours, looking at one another's sweaty faces, seeing our wrists and elbows ooze a trickle of blood.   We were guarded by the guy with the taser, knowing if we moved at all, even to get any comfort we could from the ropes, the taser would be shot.  

We were truly prisoners of war.

And we were waiting for the interrogators.

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The interrogators grabbed me and Mike.  The pulled us up to our knees and shoved our bodies together.  I was looking right into Mike's eyes and could sense his determination.  They roped around our bodies and then kicked us onto our sides.  They put our legs together and bound them.

The hurled a rope over a beam and tied it between our bound boots.  Then the hauled us up so we were hanging, strung up.  We could see now, below us...

...several feet of filthy, stagnant water!

The slowly lowered me and Mike down into it.  We went ballistic trying to escape, but it was hopeless.  The rope from our neck to our elbows pulling up our arms behind our back only tightened to the choking point.

We got down as far as our heads.  I was begging them in my gagged gulps and screams not to do this to us...

We went under.

And then were pulled up.

Choking.  Our gags making the puckish water fill our nostrils.

After being dunked like this nearly a dozen times, we were pulled up and dumped on the ground.  We were gagging and choking, totally beaten.

The others got the same treatment from the interrogators.

Until we were all on the ground.

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They cut away most of the ropes then.  They left only my hands bound.  I was still gagged.  I looked at Jason...

Jason, 18.  He was still.  The tape has ripped the skin and hairs off his forearms.  His elbows and upper arms had deep rope burns and were bleeding.  His neck was raw from the rope.

One of the winners bent down, grabbed me by my sleeves and got me to my feet.

"It's better not to loose!" he said, as they all left us.

I gently kicked my friends.  They all struggled to their feet.  We were able to work our hands free and get the gags our of our mouths.  

We walked out.

The truck that brought us was there, they keys in it.

We drove back to the paintball farm, and changed into our regular cloths.

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This time we won.  I lit a smoke.  I just finished tying up one of the looses who bound us the last time.

Tight and stretched.

"Dunking was interesting,"  I said, "but water boarding seems a lot more fun."