Tyler file pt.3

Dec 132024

Release Year: 2022

The sky is pitch black when I shoot up in bed. My body is overspread in sweat but I am shivering and cold. The nightmare was so vivid, not quite just 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 other time. I watch a house in a small city 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 companion tyler is in the bathtub moaning and convulsing with mouth taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to aid her. I can’t even assist myself. I see myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. Boy stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do now, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when fellow nears. My skin is ravenous to feel its burn. Gink touches it down to my breasts. Softly at first, then stronger, so that red dotted rings appear around my paps. Then dude drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it tensely into my clit. I shriek and yell in ecstasy. I am staked out with arms and legs spread 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 flesh, an ornament for his lawn. Then there’s a cabin enclosed by woods and that same man with that same grin. Gink 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 this chub looks back to smirk at our silly waddling walk. The extreme, splintery dildo stuck in unfathomable into my pussy pokes and prods with every step, searching for a susceptive spot. Man tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, unclothed, wide-open, and strapped. Just only able to communicate with hopeless eyes and muffled bawls. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. Two of em, facing any other. And we are fastened to em, charged to share our suffering. Oral cavities stuffed with wooden gags, our groans mingle to create a single, anguished tune. I see tyler writhe beneath the cords, rubbing her supersensitive body against the tough, scratchy bark. I watch the despair in her eyes. Female is trapped. And so am I. Buddy strikes her with a thin tree branch until tits and thighs are overspread with red lashes. I cringe at the soundtrack of every stroke and glance down at my own hypersensitive breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around em. My time will come presently sufficient. The last thing I recall: lad is grumbling and tossing me into a apperture. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think gink said. Fellow covers me in dirt packed tensely up to my neck. Buddy brings tyler out, buries her head, and secures her feet with wooden stakes. After placing a ring gag in my face hole, lad unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then boy walks away, abandoning us. I am left with this 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 fantasy . Right?

Format: mp4
Duration: 1:13:11
Video: 1920×1080, AVC (H.264), 4782kbps
Audio: 105kbps