Release Year: 2022
Studio: HardTied

The sky is pitch black when I shoot up in bed. My flesh is covered in sweat but I am shivering and cold. The nightmare was so vivid, not quite just true. 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 again. I see a dwelling in a small town I don’t recognize. A man in black grinning evilly as dude throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underwear off. My friend tyler is in the bathtub moaning 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. Guy stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do immediately, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when chap nears. My skin is starving to feel its burn. Gink touches it down to my breasts. Softly at 1st, then harder, so that red dotted rings appear around my nipps. Then boy drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it vigorously into my clit. I yell and moan in ecstasy. I am staked out with arms and legs spread wide and back arched over a thick, round log. Eyes closed, body motionless and drenched with oil. Exhausted and unable to struggle, I am nothing but a lifeless, slimy mass of skin, an ornament for his lawn. Then there’s a cabin encircled by woods and this same man with that same grin. Dude strips us down and leads us into the wilderness like two dogs on a single leather leash. Our legs are held open with branches and bloke looks back to smirk at our silly waddling walk. The intense, splintery dildo inserted deep into my vagina pushes and prods with each step, searching for a susceptive spot. Bloke tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, naked, defenseless, and restrained. Merely able to communicate with hopeless eyes and muffled cries. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. 2 of em, facing any other. And we are fixed to em, compeled to share our suffering. Oral cavities stuffed with wooden gags, our shouts mingle to create a single, grievous tune. I see tyler writhe beneath the cords, rubbing her sensitive skin against the tough, scratchy bark. I see the despair in her eyes. Doll is trapped. And so am I. That guy strikes her with a thin tree branch until tits and thighs are overspread with red lashes. I cringe at the soundtrack of each stroke and glance down at my own tender breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around em. My time will come in a short time enough. The last thing I recall: lad is grumbling and tossing me into a hole. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think lad said. Chap covers me in dirt packed tightly up to my neck. That guy brings tyler out, buries her head, and secures her feet with wooden stakes. After placing a ring gag in my throat, this guy unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then chap walks away, abandoning us. I am left with this pic in my mind. A disembodied head and a decapitated flesh 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: 1:13:11
Video: 1920×1080, AVC (H.264), 4782kbps
Audio: 105kbps

Video clip size: 2.6 GB