Tyler Scot, 411 - Private BDSM Files

Nov 012022

Release Year: 2022
Studio: Insex
Cast: Tyler Scot, 411
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Dildo, Outdoorsy, Suspension, Fire, Caning, Vibrator, Tits Torture
Video language: English

The sky is pitch black when I shoot up in bed. My flesh is covered in sweat but I am shivering and cold. The nightmare was so vivid, nearly 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 again. I watch a house in a small township I don’t recognize. A man in black grinning evilly as fellow throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underwear off. My partner tyler is in the bathtub groaning and convulsing with throat taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to assist her. I can’t even aid myself. I see myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. Chap stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do instantly, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when chap nears. My skin is starving to feel its burn. Lad touches it down to my breasts. Softly at 1st, then stronger, so this red dotted rings appear around my nipples. Then buddy drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it tensely into my clit. I yell and shout in ecstasy. I am staked out with arms and legs spread 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 encircled by woods and that same man with this same grin. Fellow 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 buddy looks back to smirk at our ridiculous waddling walk. The harsh, splintery dildo inserted unfathomable into my vulva pokes and prods with each step, searching for a tender spot. Fellow tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, unclothed, powerless, and restrained. Just only able to communicate with despairing eyes and muffled shouts. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. 2 of em, facing any one greater amount. And we are fastened to them, compeled to share our suffering. Oral cavities stuffed with wooden gags, our moans mingle to create a single, agonizing tune. I see tyler writhe under the ropes, rubbing her susceptive body against the tough, scratchy bark. I watch the despair in her eyes. Maiden is trapped. And so am I. Buddy strikes her with a thin tree branch ’till tits and thighs are covered with red lashes. I cringe at the soundtrack of every stroke and glance down at my own delicate breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around em. My time will come soon sufficient. The last thing I recall: man is grumbling and tossing me into a cavity. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think guy said. This chub covers me in dirt packed vigorously up to my neck. Man brings tyler out, buries her head, and secures her feet with wooden stakes. After placing a ring gag in my face hole, fellow unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then buddy walks away, abandoning us. I am left with that pic in my mind. A disembodied head and a decapitated flesh 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: 1:13:11
Video: 1920×1080, AVC (H.264), 4782kbps
Audio: 105kbps