Forget ropes and a pathetic tape gag. This is how a kidnap victim should be stored…
There’s five minutes of the chair tied, gas mask wearing, ballgagged soccer player struggling for freedom over at http://heavy-bondage.tumblr.com/post/132295294034/heavy-bondage-just-a-few-simple-rope-ties-plus
Full video coming to http://www.xtube.com/community/profile.php?user=heavybondage soon!
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No football training for this soccer player as he spends his time kidnapped and chair tied instead.
The soccer prisoner’s wrists were tied behind his back and his upper body was roped tightly. His ankles, knees and thighs were all roped to the legs of the chair.
To prevent excessive struggling, the soccer prisoner’s neck was chained to the wall behind him. A ballgag was used to silence him and a tight rubber hood was used to provide partial sensory deprivation and a degree of breath control.
This rugby player should have been at training but instead he was abducted, chained, rubber hooded and ballgagged wearing only his padded under armour gear.
They came for him at 3 o’clock Friday morning. He awoke instantly, eyes wide and staring, to the sound of the front door being broken down. Within a couple of seconds he realised what was happening, and leapt out of bed. By the time he was halfway to the door they were coming up the stairs. He cursed and spun round, looking for a way out, but there was nowhere to run. All he could think of was to hide behind the door. He didn’t even make it that far. Four policemen burst into the room, grabbed him and pinned him down onto his bed, their black, shiny uniforms cold against his bare skin.
One of the policeman sounded as if he was running the show. “Anthony James Beresford, you are charged with theft under section two of the Electronic Data Act 2002. You do not need to say anything, but anything you do say will be entered into your record and reproduced in any trial or inquiry bearing on this charge. Bag him up.”
Within seconds Tony’s wrists were handcuffed behind his back, the regulation hood dropped over his head and the drawstring pulled tight. Thus completely helpless, and naked, he was marched down the stairs, out of the flat and into the waiting police car.
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As consciousness returned, I remembered what had happened and tried to sit up – I couldn’t. I found I could barely move a muscle. My arms were tied tightly behind me; I felt something tied tight around my ankles, my knees and even my thighs. My wrists were secured and my elbows were pulled painfully tight together in the small of my back. My head was enclosed in something, the smell was familiar, but I couldn’t place it. My mouth felt stuffed full of something soft, springy but tough and I could barely swallow. The contraption blindfolded me – it must have been a hood of some sort over my head.
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