Tyler file pt.3

Dec 132024

Release Year: 2022

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, not quite just 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 residence in a small township I don’t recognize. A man in black grinning evilly as bloke throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underwear off. My pal tyler is in the bathtub shouting and convulsing with oral cavity taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to help her. I can’t even aid myself. I watch myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. Lad stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do instantly, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when man nears. My flesh is famished to feel its burn. That guy touches it down to my breasts. Softly at 1st, then harder, so that red dotted rings appear around my nipples. Then gink drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it forcefully into my clit. I moan and shout in ecstasy. 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 skin, an ornament for his lawn. Then there’s a cabin enclosed by woods and that same man with this same grin. Guy 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 dude looks back to smirk at our silly waddling walk. The maximum, splintery dildo inserted unfathomable into my pussy pokes and prods with every step, searching for a thin-skinned spot. Guy tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, undressed, vulnerable, and chained. Only able to communicate with desperate eyes and muffled moans. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. Two of them, facing each other. And we are bound to em, compeled to share our suffering. Muzzles stuffed with wooden gags, our yells mingle to create a single, anguished tune. I see tyler writhe under the cords, rubbing her supersensitive flesh against the tough, scratchy bark. I see the despair in her eyes. Maid is trapped. And so am I. Chap strikes her with a thin tree branch until tits and thighs are overspread with red lashes. I cringe at the sound of any stroke and glance down at my own delicate breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around them. My time will come presently adequate. The last thing I recall: this guy is grumbling and tossing me into a hole. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think fellow said. Gink covers me in dirt packed tightly 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, bloke unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then fellow walks away, abandoning us. I am left with this 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 fantasy . Right?

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Duration: 1:13:11
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