The sky is pitch black when I shoot up in bed. My flesh is overspread in sweat but I am shivering and cold. The nightmare was so vivid, almost real. 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 dwelling in a small town I don’t recognize. A man in black grinning evilly as boy throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underwear off. My companion tyler is in the bathtub screaming and convulsing with oral cavity taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to assist her. I can’t even aid myself. I watch myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. Buddy stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do immediately, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when gink nears. My skin is famished to feel its burn. Chap touches it down to my breasts. Softly at first, then stronger, so this red dotted rings appear around my nipps. Then fellow drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it vigorously into my clit. I shout and shout in . I am staked out with arms and legs widen wide and back arched over a thick, round log. Eyes closed, skin 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 that same man with this same grin. Man strips us down and leads us into the wilderness like two on a single leather leash. Our legs are held open with branches and lad looks back to smirk at our absurd waddling walk. The harsh, splintery dildo inserted unfathomable into my cunny pushes and prods with every step, searching for a sensitive spot. This chub tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, unclothed, powerless, and bound. Just only able to communicate with hopeless eyes and muffled bawls. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. 2 of em, facing any other. And we are tied to em, to share our suffering. Kissers stuffed with wooden gags, our moans mingle to create a single, hurtful tune. I watch tyler writhe beneath the ropes, rubbing her touchy flesh against the tough, scratchy bark. I watch the despair in her eyes. Woman is trapped. And so am I. Fellow strikes her with a thin tree branch until tits and thighs are overspread with red lashes. I cringe at the sound of each stroke and glance down at my own sensitive breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around em. My time will come in a short time enough. The last thing I recall: boy is grumbling and tossing me into a apperture. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think that guy said. Guy covers me in dirt packed tightly up to my neck. Fellow brings tyler out, buries her head, and secures her feet with wooden stakes. After placing a ring gag in my oral cavity, dude unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then guy walks away, abandoning us. I am left with this 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?

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