Insex - Tyler File pt.2

Apr 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, 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 another time. I watch a dwelling in a small city I don’t recognize. A man in black grinning evilly as fellow throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underwear off. My friend tyler is in the bathtub crying and convulsing with throat taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to assist her. I can’t even aid 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 this chub nears. My skin is famished to feel its burn. Fellow touches it down to my breasts. Softly at 1st, then stronger, so that red dotted rings appear around my paps. Then bloke drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it vigorously into my clit. I groan and scream in . 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 that same man with that same grin. This chub strips us down and leads us into the wilderness like two on a single leather leash. Our legs are held open with branches and bloke looks back to smirk at our silly waddling walk. The serious, splintery dildo stuck in unfathomable into my vagina pokes and prods with every step, searching for a supersensitive spot. Dude tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, stripped, wide-open, and fixed. Only able to communicate with desperate eyes and muffled shouts. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. Two of em, facing every 1 greater amount. And we are bound to them, to share our suffering. Throats stuffed with wooden gags, our groans mingle to create a single, hurting tune. I watch tyler writhe under the cords, rubbing her tender body against the tough, scratchy bark. I see the despair in her eyes. Hottie is trapped. And so am I. That guy strikes her with a thin tree branch until tits and thighs are covered with red lashes. I cringe at the sound of any stroke and glance down at my own touchy breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around them. My time will come presently enough. The last thing I recall: gink is grumbling and tossing me into a hole. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think bloke said. Bloke covers me in dirt packed vigorously 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, fellow 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 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 dream. Right?

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