Tyler File pt.1 - HardTied

Jul 292022

Release Year: 2022
Studio: HardTied
Cast: Tyler, 411
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Dildo, Vibrator, Out of doors, Cigarette Torture

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, nearly 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 other time. I watch a dwelling in a small city I don’t recognize. A man in black grinning evilly as that chub throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underwear off. My partner tyler is in the bathtub shouting and convulsing with kisser taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to aid her. I can’t even help myself. I see myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. Lad stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do immediately, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when this guy nears. My flesh is famished to feel its burn. Lad touches it down to my breasts. Softly at first, then harder, so that red dotted rings appear around my teats. Then chap drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it vigorously into my clit. I shout and groan in ecstasy. I am staked out with arms and legs widen wide and back arched over a thick, round log. Eyes closed, flesh 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 encircled by woods and this 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 boy looks back to smirk at our absurd waddling walk. The severe, splintery dildo shoved unfathomable into my pussy pokes and prods with any step, searching for a susceptive spot. This chub tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, exposed, wide-open, and bound. Just only able to communicate with hopeless eyes and muffled yells. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. 2 of them, facing any another. And we are fixed to em, compeled to share our suffering. Muzzles stuffed with wooden gags, our groans mingle to create a single, agonizing tune. I see tyler writhe under the cords, rubbing her hypersensitive body against the tough, scratchy bark. I watch the despair in her eyes. Woman is trapped. And so am I. Gink strikes her with a thin tree branch till tits and thighs are covered with red lashes. I cringe at the soundtrack of each stroke and glance down at my own thin-skinned 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 cavity. "Gotta bury the evidence," I think buddy said. Guy covers me in dirt packed forcefully 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 face hole, lad unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then chap 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: 33:01
Video: 1920×1080, AVC (H.264), 4827kbps
Audio: 120kbps