Release Year: 2022
Studio: HardTied
Genres: PAIN PLAY, Bondage, Dildo, Vibrator, Outdoor, Cigarette Torture

The sky is pitch darksome when I discharge up in daybed. My body is overspread in sweat but I am shivering and cold. The nightmare was so vivid, nearly real. It comes back to me in flashes. Like in a storm, how the lightening discloses anything for a brief pont of time. And then all is darksome once more. I watch a abode in a diminutive city I don't recognize. A guy in darksome grinning evilly as this chab throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underclothing off. My ally tyler is in the bathtub groaning and convulsing with throat taped and shirt over her head. There is no thing I can do to assist her. I can't even aid myself. I watch myself alone, strapped down to a card table, trembling in horror. He stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do now, what the next castigation will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when this guy nears. My skin is hungry to feel it is burn. He touches it down to my billibongs. Softly animal play 1st, then harder, so that red dotted rings appear around my teats. Then that guy drags it lazily down across my abdomen and crams it firmly into my clitoris. I groan and screech in . 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 no thing but a lifeless, oozy mass of flesh, an ornament for his lawn. Then there's a cabin surrounded by woods and that same dude with that same grin. He disrobes us down and leads us into the wilderness like 2 on a single leather leash. Our legs are held open with branches and this chab looks back to smirk animalism our stupid waddling walk. The rough, splintery vibrator poked unfathomable into my cunt pokes and prods with every step, searching for a delicate spot. He tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, nude, vulnerable, and restrained. Only able to communicate with hopeless eyes and muffled moans. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. Two of em, facing every other. And we are tied to em, to share our soreness. Mouths stuffed with wooden gags, our cries mingle to create a single, anguished tune. I see tyler writhe below the ropes, rubbing her tender skin against the tough, scratchy bark. I watch the despair in her eyes. She is trapped. And so am I. He strikes her with a thin tree branch untill billibongs and hips are overspread with red lashes. I cringe animal training the sound of every jerk off and glance down animal training my own sensitive love melons, made purple and bulbous by the leather around em. My time will come in a short time sufficiently. The final thing I recall: this guy is grumbling and tossing me into a gap. "Gotta bury the evidence," I think this guy told. He covers me in foul packed tightly up to my neck. He brings tyler out, buries her head, and secures her feet with wooden stakes. After placing a ring gag in my throat, this chab unzips his panties and relieves himself, spraying pee all over one as well as the other of us. Then this chab walks away, abandoning us. I am left with that picture in my mind. A disembodied head and a decapitated body baptized with the make water of our captor. Just the thought sends chills crawling down my spine. But I am safe animal play home. And there is no guy in dark. Because it was all just a fantasy. Right?

Format: mp4
Duration: 33:01
Video: 1920x1080, AVC (H.264), 4827kbps
Audio: 120kbps

File size: 1.2 GB