HardTied - Tyler File 2

Aug 092022

Release Year: 2022
Studio: HardTied
Cast: Tyler, 411

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, nearly 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 other time. I see a dwelling in a small city I don’t recognize. A man in black grinning evilly as lad throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underwear off. My comrade tyler is in the bathtub screaming and convulsing with oral cavity taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to aid her. I can’t even aid myself. I see myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. Fellow 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. Dude touches it down to my breasts. Softly at first, then harder, so that red dotted rings appear around my paps. Then gink drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it firmly into my clit. I groan and bawl in ecstasy. I am staked out with arms and legs spread 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 body, an ornament for his lawn. Then there’s a cabin enclosed by woods and that same man with that same grin. Lad strips us down and leads us into the wilderness like 2 dogs on a single leather leash. Our legs are held open with branches and that chub looks back to smirk at our silly waddling walk. The uttermost, splintery dildo inserted deep into my pussy pushes and prods with each step, searching for a supersensitive spot. Gink tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, naked, wide-open, and strapped. Just only able to communicate with despairing eyes and muffled yells. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. 2 of them, facing every another. And we are fixed to em, forced to share our suffering. Kissers stuffed with wooden gags, our shouts mingle to create a single, agonizing tune. I see tyler writhe under the cords, rubbing her hypersensitive skin against the tough, scratchy bark. I watch the despair in her eyes. Cutie 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 audio of every stroke and glance down at my own supersensitive breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around em. My time will come soon enough. The last thing I recall: bloke is grumbling and tossing me into a hole. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think lad said. Dude covers me in dirt packed vigorously up to my neck. Bloke brings tyler out, buries her head, and secures her feet with wooden stakes. After placing a ring gag in my muzzle, that guy unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then dude walks away, abandoning us. I am left with this picture in my mind. A disembodied head and a decapitated flesh 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: 32:35
Video: 1920×1080, AVC (H.264), 4816kbps
Audio: 118kbps