HardTied - Tyler Scot - Tyler File Part 3 (Insex - Remastered)

Sep 152022

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, not quite just true. 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 again. I watch a house in a small city I don’t recognize. A man in black grinning evilly as guy throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underwear off. My partner tyler is in the bathtub moaning and convulsing with kisser taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to assist her. I can’t even help myself. I see myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. Buddy stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do immediately, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when chap nears. My flesh is ravenous to feel its burn. Man touches it down to my breasts. Softly at first, then stronger, so this red dotted rings appear around my nipples. Then gink drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it firmly into my clit. I yell and scream in ecstasy. I am staked out with arms and legs spread wide and back arched over a thick, round log. Eyes closed, skin 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 encircled by woods and this same man with this same grin. Chap strips us down and leads us into the wilderness like 2 dogs on a single leather leash. Our legs are held open with branches and guy looks back to smirk at our silly waddling walk. The fierce, splintery dildo inserted unfathomable into my cunny pokes and prods with every step, searching for a susceptive spot. Buddy tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, uncovered, vulnerable, and tied. Only able to communicate with hopeless eyes and muffled yells. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. 2 of em, facing any another. And we are fastened to em, forced to share our suffering. Mouths stuffed with wooden gags, our yells mingle to create a single, excruciating tune. I watch tyler writhe under the ropes, rubbing her tender skin against the tough, scratchy bark. I watch the despair in her eyes. Babe is trapped. And so am I. Buddy strikes her with a thin tree branch until tits and thighs are covered with red lashes. I cringe at the audio of any stroke and glance down at my own touchy breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around them. My time will come soon enough. The last thing I recall: lad is grumbling and tossing me into a hole. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think bloke 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, chap unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then gink walks away, abandoning us. I am left with that picture in my mind. A disembodied head and a decapitated flesh 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: 1:13:11
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