Tyler File part 1 - HardTied

Feb 122023

Release Year: 2022
Studio: HardTied

The sky is pitch black when I shoot up in bed. My flesh is overspread 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 one greater amount time. I watch a dwelling in a small city I don’t recognize. A man in black grinning evilly as gink throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underwear off. My companion tyler is in the bathtub moaning and convulsing with mouth taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to help her. I can’t even assist myself. I watch myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. Lad stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do now, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when this guy nears. My flesh is ravenous to feel its burn. Bloke touches it down to my breasts. Softly at 1st, then stronger, so this red dotted rings appear around my nipps. Then fellow drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it forcefully into my clit. I yell and scream in . I am staked out with arms and legs widen wide and back arched over a thick, round log. Eyes closed, body 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 that same grin. Boy 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 ridiculous waddling walk. The utmost, splintery dildo shoved deep into my vulva pokes and prods with each step, searching for a susceptive spot. Chap tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, uncovered, defenseless, and chained. Only able to communicate with despairing eyes and muffled bawls. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. 2 of em, facing each other. And we are fixed to em, to share our suffering. Kissers stuffed with wooden gags, our weeps mingle to create a single, agonizing tune. I see tyler writhe under the ropes, rubbing her touchy body against the tough, scratchy bark. I watch the despair in her eyes. Babe is trapped. And so am I. Fellow strikes her with a thin tree branch ’till tits and thighs are covered with red lashes. I cringe at the audio of every stroke and glance down at my own susceptive breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around em. My time will come soon sufficient. The last thing I recall: buddy is grumbling and tossing me into a apperture. "Gotta bury the evidence," I think gink said. Boy covers me in dirt packed tightly up to my neck. Bloke brings tyler out, buries her head, and secures her feet with wooden stakes. After placing a ring gag in my mouth, man unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then man walks away, abandoning us. I am left with that 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 dream. Right?

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