Tyler file pt.3

Aug 062024

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 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 again. I watch a dwelling in a small city I don’t recognize. A man in black grinning evilly as that guy throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underwear off. My comrade tyler is in the bathtub bawling 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 watch myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. Man 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 flesh is ravenous to feel its burn. Guy touches it down to my breasts. Softly at first, then stronger, so that red dotted rings appear around my teats. Then fellow drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it vigorously into my clit. I groan and yell in ecstasy. I am staked out with arms and legs widen 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. Chap 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 bloke looks back to smirk at our ridiculous waddling walk. The heavy, splintery dildo shoved unfathomable into my vagina pushes and prods with any step, searching for a sensitive spot. This guy tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, unclothed, defenseless, and restrained. Only able to communicate with despairing eyes and muffled groans. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. Two of them, facing every other. And we are tied to them, forced to share our suffering. Kissers stuffed with wooden gags, our bawls mingle to create a single, torturous tune. I watch tyler writhe beneath the ropes, rubbing her susceptive flesh against the tough, scratchy bark. I watch the despair in her eyes. Female 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 soundtrack of every stroke and glance down at my own touchy breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around em. My time will come soon adequate. The last thing I recall: bloke is grumbling and tossing me into a apperture. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think buddy said. Boy covers me in dirt packed forcefully up to my neck. Buddy brings tyler out, buries her head, and secures her feet with wooden stakes. After placing a ring gag in my muzzle, dude unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then man 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