HardTied - Tyler Scot, 411 - Tyler File pt.3 - 2022
BDSM - HardTied - Tyler Scot, 411 - Tyler File pt.3 - 2022, added Tue, 17 Jan 2023 17:20:21 +0200
Release Year: 2022
Studio: HardTied
When I get up from my bed, the sky is pitch-black. My body is covered with sweat, but I feel cold and shivering. It was almost real. It flashes back at me in flashes. It's like a storm. The lightening flashes reveal everything for a moment. Then it's back to dark. I look up and see a house in a small village I don't know. As a man in black smiles evilly, he throws and tapes me to the ground, then yanks my bottoms off. Tyler, my friend, is lying in the tub convulsing, her mouth taped and her shirt over her head. There's nothing I can do. I can't even help myself. I can see myself, alone, at the card table, shaking in fear. He is above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do, and what the next torture will look like. When he approaches, the heat from his cigarette warms my skin. It burns my skin. He touches it to my breasts. He touches it gently at first, and then he presses harder until red dots appear around my nipples. He then slowly drags the item across my stomach, and then he presses it into my clit. In ecstasy, I moan and scream. I am staking out, my arms and legs spread wide over my back and arranged over a thick, rectangular log. Oil drenched my body and eyes, leaving them unable to see. I am exhausted and unable to fight, but nothing more than a lifeless, slimy, fleshy mass, an ornament for his yard. There's another cabin, surrounded by trees, and the same man with the same smile. He takes us down and leads them into the wilderness as two dogs on one leather leash. He holds our legs open with branches, and smirks at our silly walking. My pussy pokes were pierced by the splintery, hard dildo. He prods me with every step, looking for a tender spot. He attaches us to a tree, leaving us naked, vulnerable, and restricted. Only able communicate with desperate eyes and muffled grunts. We also struggle to be free. I am reminded of trees. Two trees, facing eachother. We are forced to share in their pain. Our cries merge to form a single, angsty tune. I see tyler writhe beneath the ropes, rubbing against the hard, scratchy bark. I can see her despair in her eyes. She is trapped. So am I. He strikes her with a thin branch from a tree until her thighs and tits are covered in red lashes. I cringe at each sound and look down at my sensitive breasts, which are made purple by the leather. It will soon be my time. Last thing I remember is that he was grumbling at me and throwing me into a hole. He said, "OGotta bury all evidence." He covers me with dirt, tucking it tightly around my neck. He gets Tyler out and covers her head with dirt. Then he secures her feet using wooden stakes. He then spits pee on us both, after putting a ring gag in our mouths. He then walks off, abandoning us. That image is all that remains in my head. I see a disembodied head and a body that has been decapitated, baptized with our captor's piss. The thought alone sends chills down my spine. But I'm safe at home. There is no man in black. It was all a dream. Right?
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Format: mp4
Duration: 1:13:11
Video: 1920x1080, AVC (H.264), 4782kbps
Audio: 105kbps
File size: 2.6 GB
