HardTied - Tyler File pt.2 - 2022
BDSM - HardTied - Tyler File pt.2 - 2022, added Sun, 21 Aug 2022 18:10:03 +0300
Release Year: 2022
Studio: HardTied
When I get up from my bed, the sky is pitch black. My body is covered with sweat, but I feel cold and shivering. It was almost real. It flashes back to me in flashes. It's like a storm. The lightening flashes reveal everything for a moment. Then it's back to dark. I see a house in small town that I don't recognize. As he stares evilly, a man in black throws me to my knees, taps me up and takes my underwear off. My friend Tyler is in the tub, convulsing and moaning, her mouth taped and her shirt over her head. There is nothing I can help her. I can't even help myself. I can see myself alone, tied down to a table of cards, shaking in fear. He is above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do, and what the next torture will look like. When he approaches, the heat from his cigarette warms my skin. My skin craves the heat of the cigarette. He touches it to my breasts. He touches it gently at first, then he presses harder until red dotted rings appear around the nipples. He then slowly drags it across my stomach and presses into my clit. I scream and moan in. I am staking out, my arms and legs spread wide, and my back is arched over a thick and round log. Oil drenched my body and eyes, leaving them unable to see. I am exhausted and unable to fight, and nothing but a lifeless, slimy, fleshy mass, an ornament for his yard. There's another cabin, surrounded by trees, and the same man with the same grin. He takes us down and leads us in the wilderness as two dogs on one leash. He holds our legs open with branches, and he smiles at our silly walking. The hard, splintery, dildo pushed deep into my pussy pokes, and prodded with each step, looking for a tender spot. He ties us to a tree, leaving us naked, vulnerable, and restrained. Only able communicate with desperate eyes and muffled grunts. We also struggle to free ourselves. I am reminded of trees. Two of them facing each other. We are bound to them, to share in our pain. Our cries merge to form a single, angsty tune. I watch tyler rub her sensitive skin against the rough bark as she wriggles under the ropes. I can see the despair in her eyes. She is trapped. And so am I. He strikes her with a thin branch from a tree until her thighs and tits are covered in red lashes. I cringe at each stroke and look down at my sensitive breasts, which are made purple and bulbous from the leather. It will soon be my time. I can only recall that he is grumbling at me and throwing me into a hole. He said, "OGotta bury all evidence." He covers me with dirt, tucking it tightly around my neck. He gets Tyler out and covers her head with dirt. He then secures her feet using wooden stakes. After putting a ring gag into my mouth, he unzips the pants and relieves himself by spraying pee all over us. He then walks away, abandoning me. That image is all that remains in my head. A disembodied head and a body decapitated, baptized with our captor's piss. The thought alone sends chills down my spine. But I'm safe at home. There is no man in black. Because it was all a dream. Right?
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Format: mp4
Duration: 32:35
Video: 1920x1080, AVC (H.264), 4816kbps
Audio: 118kbps
File size: 1.2 GB
