Cast: Tyler (aka Tyler Scot), 411
Genres: BDSM, Torture
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, nearly 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 residence in a small city 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 companion tyler is in the bathtub bawling and convulsing with kisser taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to help her. I can’t even help myself. I see myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. Bloke stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do immediately, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when guy nears. My flesh is ravenous to feel its burn. Chap touches it down to my breasts. Softly at first, then stronger, so that red dotted rings appear around my nipps. Then fellow drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it firmly into my clit. I groan and groan 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 body, an ornament for his lawn. Then there’s a cabin enclosed by woods and this same man with this same grin.