Release Year: 2022
Studio: HardTied
Cast: Tyler, 411

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 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 township I don’t recognize. A man in black grinning evilly as man throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underwear off. My friend tyler is in the bathtub crying and convulsing with throat taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to assist her. I can’t even help myself. I watch myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. Fellow stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do instantly, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when bloke nears. My body is famished to feel its burn. That guy touches it down to my breasts. Softly at first, then stronger, so this red dotted rings appear around my teats. Then chap drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it forcefully into my clit. I scream and shout in ecstasy. 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 enclosed by woods and that same man with that same grin. That chub 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 lad looks back to smirk at our silly waddling walk. The hard, splintery dildo inserted unfathomable into my pussy pokes and prods with every step, searching for a tender spot. Fellow tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, bared, wide-open, and strapped. Merely able to communicate with despairing eyes and muffled cries. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. 2 of em, facing each other. And we are fixed to em, forced to share our suffering. Throats stuffed with wooden gags, our screams mingle to create a single, torturous tune. I watch tyler writhe beneath the ropes, rubbing her tender body against the tough, scratchy bark. I watch the despair in her eyes. Female is trapped. And so am I. Boy 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 delicate breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around em. My time will come soon enough. The last thing I recall: gink is grumbling and tossing me into a hole. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think gink said. Lad covers me in dirt packed firmly up to my neck. Dude brings tyler out, buries her head, and secures her feet with wooden stakes. After placing a ring gag in my oral cavity, this chub unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then boy 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 dream. Right?

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

File size: 1.2 GB