Release Year: 2022
Studio: HardTied

The sky is pitch darksome when I discharge up in sofa. 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 afresh. I watch a abode in a tiny city I don't recognize. A chap in dark grinning evilly as this chab throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underclothes 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 assist 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 punishment will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when this chab nears. My skin is hungry to feel it is burn. He touches it down to my mounds. Softly animal play 1st, then harder, so that red dotted rings appear around my nipps. Then this chab drags it lazily down across my belly and crams it firmly into my clitoris. I groan and shriek 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 fellow with that same grin. He undresses 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 naive waddling walk. The raw, splintery vibrator poked unfathomable into my love tunnel pokes and prods with every step, searching for a delicate spot. He tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, exposed, 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, to share our pain. Mouths stuffed with wooden gags, our cries mingle to create a single, anguished tune. I see tyler writhe underneath 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 scones and haunches are overspread with red lashes. I cringe animalism the sound of every jack off and glance down animalism my own sensitive bumpers, made purple and bulbous by the leather around em. My time will come in a short time sufficiently. The final thing I recall: this chab is grumbling and tossing me into a aperture. 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 face hole, 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 urinate of our captor. Just the thought sends chills crawling down my spine. But I am safe animal training home. And there is no stud 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