Release Year: 2022
Studio: HardTied

The sky is pitch black when I shoot up in bed. My body is covered in sweat but I am shivering and cold. The nightmare was so vivid, almost actual. It comes back to me in flashes. Like in a storm, how the lightening reveals everything for a brief moment. And then all is dark another time. I see a house in a small town I don’t recognize. A man in black grinning evilly as bloke throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underwear off. My partner tyler is in the bathtub shouting and convulsing with oral cavity taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to aid her. I can’t even help myself. I see myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. Gink stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do instantly, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when guy nears. My flesh is famished to feel its burn. Man touches it down to my breasts. Softly at first, then harder, so this red dotted rings appear around my nipps. Then that chub drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it firmly into my clit. I moan and scream in . I am staked out with arms and legs spread wide and back arched over a thick, round log. Eyes closed, flesh motionless and drenched with oil. Exhausted and unable to struggle, I am nothing but a lifeless, slimy mass of body, an ornament for his lawn. Then there’s a cabin surrounded by woods and that same man with this same grin. Bloke strips us down and leads us into the wilderness like two on a single leather leash. Our legs are held open with branches and bloke looks back to smirk at our silly waddling walk. The severe, splintery dildo stuck in unfathomable into my cunny pushes and prods with any step, searching for a supersensitive spot. Chap tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, uncovered, wide-open, and fastened. Only able to communicate with hopeless eyes and muffled weeps. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. 2 of them, facing any another. And we are fixed to them, to share our suffering. Throats stuffed with wooden gags, our bawls mingle to create a single, hurtful tune. I see tyler writhe under the ropes, rubbing her touchy body against the tough, scratchy bark. I see the despair in her eyes. Damsel is trapped. And so am I. Lad strikes her with a thin tree branch ’till tits and thighs are overspread with red lashes. I cringe at the soundtrack of every stroke and glance down at my own hypersensitive breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around them. My time will come presently enough. The last thing I recall: lad is grumbling and tossing me into a apperture. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think this chub said. This chub covers me in dirt packed forcefully up to my neck. Buddy brings tyler out, buries her head, and secures her feet with wooden stakes. After placing a ring gag in my kisser, that guy unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then gink walks away, abandoning us. I am left with that pic in my mind. A disembodied head and a decapitated skin baptized with the piss of our captor. Just the thought sends chills crawling down my spine. But I am safe at home. And there is no man in black. Because it was all just a fantasy . Right?

Format: mp4
Duration: 32:35
Video: 1920×1080, AVC (H.264), 4816kbps
Audio: 118kbps

Video clip size: 1.2 GB