HdT - Tyler Files 1 (2022)

Aug 202022

Release Year: 2022
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Rope Bondage, Submission, Domination

The sky is pitch black when I shoot up in bed. My body is covered in sweat but I am shivering and cold. The nightmare was so vivid, almost actual. It comes back to me in flashes. Like in a storm, how the lightening reveals everything for a brief moment. And then all is dark another time.
I watch a residence in a small city I don’t recognize. A man in black grinning evilly as dude throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underwear off. My friend Tyler is in the bathtub screaming and convulsing with face hole taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to aid her. I can’t even assist myself.
I watch myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. Fellow stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do instantly, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when this guy nears. My flesh is starving to feel its burn. This chub touches it down to my breasts. Softly at 1st, then stronger, so this red dotted rings appear around my teats. Then buddy drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it vigorously into my clit. I shout and groan in .
I am staked out with arms and legs widen wide and back arched over a thick, round log. Eyes closed, flesh motionless and drenched with oil. Exhausted and unable to struggle, I am nothing but a lifeless, slimy mass of skin, an ornament for his lawn.
Then there’s a cabin enclosed by woods and that same man with this same grin. Buddy strips us down and leads us into the wilderness like 2 on a single leather leash. Our legs are held open with branches and buddy looks back to smirk at our absurd waddling walk. The harsh, splintery dildo inserted unfathomable into my vagina pokes and prods with each step, searching for a thin-skinned spot. Chap tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, unclothed, powerless, and fastened. Only able to communicate with desperate eyes and muffled bawls. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves.
I remember trees. 2 of em, facing every another. And we are strapped to them, to share our suffering. Kissers stuffed with wooden gags, our moans mingle to create a single, excruciating tune. I watch Tyler writhe under the ropes, rubbing her tender skin against the tough, scratchy bark. I see the despair in her eyes. Cutie is trapped. And so am I. Fellow strikes her with a thin tree branch until tits and thighs are covered with red lashes. I cringe at the audio of each stroke and glance down at my own hypersensitive breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around em. My time will come soon sufficient.
The last thing I recall: dude is grumbling and tossing me into a cavity. "Gotta bury the evidence," I think guy said. Man covers me in dirt packed tensely up to my neck. Chap brings Tyler out, buries her head, and secures her feet with wooden stakes. After placing a ring gag in my oral cavity, bloke unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then buddy walks away, abandoning us.
I am left with this picture in my mind. A disembodied head and a decapitated skin baptized with the piss of our captor. Just the thought sends chills crawling down my spine. But I am safe at home. And there is no man in black. Because it was all just a fantasy . Right?

Format: mp4
Duration: 33:01
Video: 1920×1080, AVC (H.264), 4827kbps
Audio: 120kbps