HardTied - Tyler File pt.3

Mar 222023

Release Year: 2022
Studio: HardTied

The sky is pitch black when I shoot up in bed. My skin is overspread in sweat but I am shivering and cold. The nightmare was so vivid, nearly 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 again. I see 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 pal tyler is in the bathtub groaning and convulsing with kisser taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to help her. I can’t even assist myself. I see myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. Boy stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do now, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when guy nears. My skin is hungry to feel its burn. Man touches it down to my breasts. Softly at 1st, then stronger, so that red dotted rings appear around my nipps. Then boy drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it tensely into my clit. I scream and groan 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 body, an ornament for his lawn. Then there’s a cabin enclosed by woods and this same man with this same grin. Bloke strips us down and leads us into the wilderness like two dogs on a single leather leash. Our legs are held open with branches and guy looks back to smirk at our ridiculous waddling walk. The harsh, splintery dildo stuck in unfathomable into my vulva pokes and prods with every step, searching for a thin-skinned spot. Guy tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, displayed, helpless, and chained. Merely able to communicate with hopeless eyes and muffled shrieks. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. Two of em, facing every other. And we are chained to them, charged to share our suffering. Mouths stuffed with wooden gags, our cries mingle to create a single, painful tune. I see tyler writhe under the cords, rubbing her susceptive skin against the tough, scratchy bark. I watch the despair in her eyes. Gal is trapped. And so am I. Bloke strikes her with a thin tree branch till tits and thighs are overspread with red lashes. I cringe at the sound of every stroke and glance down at my own touchy breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around them. My time will come shortly after sufficient. The last thing I recall: chap is grumbling and tossing me into a hole. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think man said. Fellow covers me in dirt packed tightly up to my neck. Lad brings tyler out, buries her head, and secures her feet with wooden stakes. After placing a ring gag in my muzzle, man unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then bloke walks away, abandoning us. I am left with that pic 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: 1:13:11
Video: 1920×1080, AVC (H.264), 4782kbps
Audio: 105kbps