Tyler (aka Tyler Scot), 411 - Tyler File 2

Feb 122024

Cast: Tyler File 2
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Dildo, Out of doors, Urinating, Ring Gag

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 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 again. I see a residence in a small township I don’t recognize. A man in black grinning evilly as boy throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underwear off. My friend tyler is in the bathtub screaming and convulsing with kisser taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to aid her. I can’t even aid myself. I see myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. This chub stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do immediately, 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 1st, then stronger, so this red dotted rings appear around my paps. Then bloke drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it tightly into my clit. I bawl and groan in . I am staked out with arms and legs widen wide and back arched over a thick, round log. Eyes closed, body 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 that same grin. This guy strips us down and leads us into the wilderness like 2 on a single leather leash. Our legs are held open with branches and man looks back to smirk at our silly waddling walk. The uttermost, splintery dildo inserted unfathomable into my cunt pokes and prods with any step, searching for a susceptive spot. This chub tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, unclothed, helpless, and fixed. Merely able to communicate with desperate eyes and muffled cries. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. Two of em, facing each one greater amount. And we are bound to them, to share our suffering. Mouths stuffed with wooden gags, our screams mingle to create a single, grievous tune. I watch tyler writhe beneath the ropes, rubbing her delicate flesh against the tough, scratchy bark. I see the despair in her eyes. Chick is trapped. And so am I. Man strikes her with a thin tree branch until tits and thighs are overspread with red lashes. I cringe at the audio of any stroke and glance down at my own tender breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around them. My time will come presently enough. The last thing I recall: man is grumbling and tossing me into a hole. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think lad said. Fellow covers me in dirt packed tensely up to my neck. Lad brings tyler out, buries her head, and secures her feet with wooden stakes. After placing a ring gag in my mouth, buddy unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then bloke walks away, abandoning us. I am left with that picture 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