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, 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 once more. I watch a abode in a miniature city I don't recognize. A stud in dark grinning evilly as this guy throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underclothing off. My ally tyler is in the bathtub groaning and convulsing with face hole 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, thonged down to a card table, trembling in terror. He stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do now, what the next ache 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 milk shakes. Softly animalism 1st, then harder, so that red dotted rings appear around my teats. Then this chab drags it sluggishly down across my belly 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 stud 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 that guy looks back to smirk animal training our naive waddling walk. The heavy, splintery sextoy 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, nude, vulnerable, and restrained. Only able to communicate with despairing 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 ache. 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 love muffins and hips are overspread with red lashes. I cringe animal training the sound of every jerk off and glance down animal play my own sensitive meatballs, 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 aperture. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think that 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 make water 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?
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