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 anew. I watch a abode in a diminutive city I don't recognize. A dude in darksome 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 face hole taped and shirt over her head. There is no thing I can do to aid her. I can't even aid myself. I watch myself alone, thonged down to a card table, trembling in phobia. He stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do now, what the next torment 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 boobs. Softly animalism 1st, then harder, so that red dotted rings appear around my nipps. Then this guy drags it lazily down across my abdomen and crams it firmly into my clitoris. I groan and shriek 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, muddy 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 disrobes 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 inexperienced waddling walk. The rough, splintery sextoy pushed unfathomable into my slit pokes and prods with every step, searching for a delicate spot. He tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, stripped, 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, coercive to share our torment. 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 billibongs and haunches are overspread with red lashes. I cringe animal training the sound of every wank and glance down animal training my own sensitive pantoons, made purple and bulbous by the leather around em. My time will come pretty soon sufficiently. The final thing I recall: this chab is grumbling and tossing me into a gap. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think this chab told. He covers me in filth 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 the one and 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 urinate of our captor. Just the thought sends chills crawling down my spine. But I am safe animal training home. And there is no guy in darksome. Because it was all just a fantasy. Right?
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