Today’s artwork is by GaryRo of Chained Muscle
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Redneck Justice Chapter 4
By Chained Muscle
Fear gripped Jason, his wrists, ankles, and neck chained he realized escape was impossible. Somehow laying in the hot dusty barn Jason managed to get some sleep.
Early the following day they came again. They opened the barn door and threw a bucket of cold water over the young student lying chained on the barn floor.
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New illustrated story just added to Prison Library
This picture is from “Stepson’s Doom” — a new, illustrated story from the men over at Chained Muscle.
To read Stepson’s Doom in the Prison Library, click HERE
And to see more like it, visit the Chained Muscle site.
Stepson’s Doom
This story was written by Kronmire and illustrated by Amalaric
Colton Murray wiped his dripping brow as he paused in the back-breaking labor of lifting yet another bale of spring hay into the barn loft of his family farm. Just the thought of “family farm” made him wince — his mother had remarried Les Caldwell just a year before her own death from cancer. Now the farm belonged to his stepfather, and since the trust set up by his mother with a large fund for his schooling was also under Caldwell’s control, Colt had to obey the stern, unloving man at least until he turned 25.
NEW TODAY: An illustrated story from Chained Muscle
The artwork shown above is by GaryRo of the Chained Muscle website, and it is part of a story series on that site written by slavelabor, called “Redneck Justice.” In this chapter of Redneck Justice, Jason, the muscular hero, finds himself locked into a very nasty “Punishment Cage.”
You can read “Punishment Cage” by clicking here. And visit Chained Muscle for even more like this.
This is one of many stories I am planning to add to Metalbond in the coming days and weeks. Check back here tomorrow for a story from none other than Mortice Deadlock.
Redneck Justice – The Punishment Cage
Story by slavelabor, artwork by GaryRo
The thugs untied Jason from the wooden frame and quickly reattached the heavy metal shackles to his wrists and ankles. The chain attaching his wrists hung across his broad muscular shoulders. The longed haired thug who Jason now knew as Junior and was obviously Virgil’s son marched him from the shed into a field at the edge of the road running by Virgil’s farm.
