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, almost 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 other time. I watch a house in a small township 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 comrade tyler is in the bathtub shouting and convulsing with throat taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to assist her. I can’t even aid myself. I see myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. This chub stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do now, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when dude nears. My body is famished to feel its burn. Dude touches it down to my breasts. Softly at 1st, then stronger, so that red dotted rings appear around my paps. Then guy drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it tightly into my clit. I yell and yell in . I am staked out with arms and legs widen 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 skin, an ornament for his lawn. Then there’s a cabin surrounded by woods and this same man with that same grin. Man strips us down and leads us into the wilderness like 2 on a single leather leash. Our legs are held open with branches and that chub looks back to smirk at our silly waddling walk. The intense, splintery dildo shoved unfathomable into my vulva pokes and prods with any step, searching for a tender spot. That chub tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, stripped, vulnerable, and fastened. Merely able to communicate with despairing eyes and muffled yells. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. 2 of them, facing every one greater amount. And we are chained to em, to share our suffering. Muzzles stuffed with wooden gags, our cries mingle to create a single, agonizing tune. I watch tyler writhe beneath the ropes, rubbing her hypersensitive skin against the tough, scratchy bark. I watch the despair in her eyes. Chick is trapped. And so am I. This guy strikes her with a thin tree branch ’till tits and thighs are covered with red lashes. I cringe at the sound of each stroke and glance down at my own thin-skinned breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around em. My time will come presently adequate. The last thing I recall: guy is grumbling and tossing me into a hole. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think guy said. Gink covers me in dirt packed vigorously up to my neck. Bloke brings tyler out, buries her head, and secures her feet with wooden stakes. After placing a ring gag in my face hole, gink unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both 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 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 dream. Right?

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

File size: 1.2 GB