Tyler File pt.2

Sep 152022

Release Year: 2022
Studio: HardTied

The sky is pitch black when I shoot up in bed. My flesh is covered in sweat but I am shivering and cold. The nightmare was so vivid, almost real. 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 other time. I see a dwelling in a small township 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 comrade tyler is in the bathtub bawling and convulsing with oral cavity taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to help her. I can’t even aid myself. I see myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. Bloke stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do instantly, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when man nears. My skin is ravenous to feel its burn. Gink touches it down to my breasts. Softly at 1st, then harder, so that red dotted rings appear around my paps. Then fellow drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it tightly into my clit. I shriek and moan in ecstasy. 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 body, an ornament for his lawn. Then there’s a cabin surrounded by woods and this same man with this same grin. Boy 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 that chub looks back to smirk at our ridiculous waddling walk. The severe, splintery dildo shoved unfathomable into my cunny pushes and prods with every step, searching for a susceptive spot. Boy tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, stripped, vulnerable, and strapped. Merely able to communicate with despairing eyes and muffled cries. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. 2 of them, facing any other. And we are strapped to em, charged to share our suffering. Muzzles stuffed with wooden gags, our groans mingle to create a single, anguished tune. I see tyler writhe under the cords, rubbing her supersensitive flesh against the tough, scratchy bark. I watch the despair in her eyes. Maid is trapped. And so am I. Bloke strikes her with a thin tree branch until tits and thighs are covered with red lashes. I cringe at the soundtrack of any stroke and glance down at my own hypersensitive breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around them. My time will come presently adequate. The last thing I recall: gink is grumbling and tossing me into a cavity. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think this chub said. That chub 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 muzzle, that guy unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then guy 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 dream. Right?

Format: mp4
Duration: 32:35
Video: 1920×1080, AVC (H.264), 4816kbps
Audio: 118kbps