Release Year: 2022
Studio: HardTied
Cast: Tyler, 411
The sky is pitch dark when I discharge up in couch. My body is overspread in sweat but I am shivering and cold. The nightmare was so vivid, not quite 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 black another time. I watch a abode in a diminutive city I don't recognize. A chap 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 anxiety. He stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do now, what the next torment will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when that guy nears. My skin is hungry to feel it is burn. He touches it down to my love melons. Softly animal training 1st, then harder, so that red dotted rings appear around my nipps. Then this chab drags it sluggishly down across my abdomen and crams it firmly into my love button. I groan and screech 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 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 chap with that same grin. He undresses 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 guy looks back to smirk animalism our naive waddling walk. The rough, splintery marital-device pushed unfathomable into my cookie pokes and prods with every step, searching for a delicate spot. He tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, in natures garb, 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 fastened to em, coercive to share our torture. Mouths stuffed with wooden gags, our cries mingle to create a single, anguished tune. I see tyler writhe beneath 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 scoops and haunches are overspread with red lashes. I cringe animalism the sound of every wank and glance down animal play my own sensitive boobs, made purple and bulbous by the leather around em. My time will come in a short time sufficiently. The final thing I recall: that guy is grumbling and tossing me into a gap. ÒGotta 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, that guy unzips his panties and relieves himself, spraying pee all over one as well as the other of us. Then this guy walks away, abandoning us. I am left with that picture in my mind. A disembodied head and a decapitated body baptized with the piddle of our captor. Just the thought sends chills crawling down my spine. But I am safe animal training home. And there is no chap in darksome. Because it was all just a fantasy. Right?
Format: mp4
Duration: 32:35
Video: 1920x1080, AVC (H.264), 4816kbps
Audio: 118kbps
File size: 1.2 GB
