Tyler (aka Tyler Scot), 411 - Tyler File 1

Mar 042024

Cast: Tyler (aka Tyler Scot), 411
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Dildo, Vibrator, Outdoor, Cigarette Torture

The sky is pitch black when I shoot up in bed. My flesh is overspread 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 dwelling in a small town 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 comrade tyler is in the bathtub yelling and convulsing with muzzle taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to assist her. I can’t even help myself. I see myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. Fellow stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do instantly, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when this guy nears. My skin is famished to feel its burn. This chub touches it down to my breasts. Softly at 1st, then harder, so that red dotted rings appear around my teats. Then gink drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it tightly into my clit. I bawl and shriek in ecstasy. I am staked out with arms and legs widen 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 flesh, an ornament for his lawn. Then there’s a cabin enclosed by woods and that same man with that same grin. Guy 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 absurd waddling walk. The extreme, splintery dildo inserted deep into my pussy pokes and prods with each step, searching for a hypersensitive spot. Gink tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, naked, defenseless, and chained. Only able to communicate with despairing eyes and muffled shouts. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. Two of em, facing every other. And we are fastened to em, charged to share our suffering. Kissers stuffed with wooden gags, our weeps mingle to create a single, grievous tune. I see tyler writhe under the cords, rubbing her delicate body against the tough, scratchy bark. I watch the despair in her eyes. Hottie is trapped. And so am I. Lad strikes her with a thin tree branch till tits and thighs are covered with red lashes. I cringe at the audio of any stroke and glance down at my own thin-skinned breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around em. My time will come in a short time enough. The last thing I recall: bloke is grumbling and tossing me into a hole. "Gotta bury the evidence," I think guy said. Buddy covers me in dirt packed tightly up to my neck. Dude brings tyler out, buries her head, and secures her feet with wooden stakes. After placing a ring gag in my oral cavity, gink unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then man 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: 33:01
Video: 1920×1080, AVC (H.264), 4827kbps
Audio: 120kbps