HardTied - Tyler File pt.1

Oct 232022

Release Year: 2022
Studio: HardTied

The sky is pitch black when I shoot up in bed. My skin is covered in sweat but I am shivering and cold. The nightmare was so vivid, nearly 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 other time. I watch a residence in a small town 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 crying and convulsing with face hole taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to help her. I can’t even help myself. I watch myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. Gink stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do now, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when gink nears. My body is ravenous to feel its burn. Man touches it down to my breasts. Softly at 1st, then harder, so that red dotted rings appear around my nipples. Then bloke drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it firmly into my clit. I scream and scream 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 body, an ornament for his lawn. Then there’s a cabin surrounded by woods and that same man with that same grin. Fellow strips us down and leads us into the wilderness like two on a single leather leash. Our legs are held open with branches and chap looks back to smirk at our ridiculous waddling walk. The fierce, splintery dildo shoved deep into my vulva pokes and prods with each step, searching for a supersensitive spot. Dude tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, unclothed, powerless, and strapped. Just only able to communicate with desperate eyes and muffled shrieks. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. Two of em, facing any other. And we are fastened to em, 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 hypersensitive body against the tough, scratchy bark. I see the despair in her eyes. Damsel is trapped. And so am I. This chub strikes her with a thin tree branch until tits and thighs are overspread with red lashes. I cringe at the audio of each stroke and glance down at my own sensitive breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around them. My time will come soon enough. The last thing I recall: boy is grumbling and tossing me into a cavity. "Gotta bury the evidence," I think dude said. This guy covers me in dirt packed forcefully up to my neck. Guy brings tyler out, buries her head, and secures her feet with wooden stakes. After placing a ring gag in my mouth, that guy unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then bloke walks away, abandoning us. I am left with this picture in my mind. A disembodied head and a decapitated body 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