Marine Pedestal Capture - 3

The captors decided to leave Staff Sergeant Wallace for a couple of hours. He was not too comfortable, but there wasn't much he could do, he was writhing as much as his bondage would allow, swapping from one knee to another standing up for a while etc. He could only groan and moan every now and then to express his displeasure of his predicament. 

One of his captors was monitoring his captive the entire time from behind him. He's not too happy about how much movement Wallace was still able to do. But he decided to let Wallace suffer a bit while he's working on some stuff he needed to do. After a couple of hours, he motioned to some of the other guys to come to the pedestal.

Wallace was getting tense, not sure what they're trying to do to him. He's so tired, and sore, but he's ready to fight whenever he got the chance. One captor started removing the shackle on his left ankle.

"Oh good, they're going to give me a break!" He thought.  Although the chains were not tight, they're still biting into his ankles through his boots. It was a relief to get one of them off his ankle. What happened next, he didn't anticipate.

The captors held the branches holding his hands and neck, then another tied ropes around where his hands were held in place with some rope lashing. Then they looped the other ends over a couple of branches over him then the pulled them down. Wallace was forced to be on his feet with this action. They pulled the ropes and talked amongst themselves, adjusted them and tight them tight to a few tree limbs. What he felt was surprising to him, the ropes really pulled the branches and taken the weight of the branches off of him. It felt good. For now.........

One of the captors came over bringing another piece of branch, then kicked his feet violently making him spread his legs wide. This made him lower into the ground, and putting a bit pressure on his hands and neck which were suspended. But nothing he couldn't handle. The captors then efficiently tied the branch to back of his ankles, ultimately keeping his legs spread apart wider than his shoulders. He wobbled and struggled a bit, grunting through his tape.

"Ok this is less comfortable" he thought! But what did he expect? He was a prisoner after all.

The captors then went to all directions away from him to where the ends of the ropes suspending his were tied to. They all then untied then ends and pulled in unison pulled at the ropes a bit and yelled at the same time. They only pulled a few inches each then immediately tied them back tight to the tree limbs. Those few inches working together against him created an unforgiving condition for him. Immediately made his already unpleasant situation turn into a complete torture.  The branches were lifted off the ground quite a bit from the action, making him having to completely tiptoe to be able to keep the pressure off his neck. Combine that with the fact that his legs were spread wide apart making it impossible for him to find a comfortable position.

He was grunting in anger and defeat! He realized that in order to keep the pressure of his neck he had to continuously alternate between trying to tiptoe awkwardly with using his upper body and arm strength to lift himself up off his feet and put less pressure on his neck. Just a few minutes of this alternating actions made him super tired and sweat more than ever before. 

One of the biggest captors stood in front of him with a big grin on his face, satisfied with how uncomfortable they had make him. PROPER TORTURE. He pulled out a big knife and flashed it in front of Wallace. Wallace was sweating and shaking uncontrollably. He was totally helpless to whatever the captor had in store for him.

The captor came closer then starting doing stuff to his uniform pants. He couldn't see what he's doing with his neck being forced upwards by his predicament. Shortly after he realized what the captor was doing. He felt a little of breeze to his lower body, and realized that the captor used the big knife to cut away his uniform pants exposing his underwear. He struggled and groaned but the captor kept on going, ripping his undershirt even more!

After he was satisfied, he just let out a quick evil giggle then just walked away.......

Leaving Wallace partially stripped, and helplessly squirming.