Tyler Scot - Private BDSM Files

Mar 072024

Release Year: 2022
Cast: Tyler Scot
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Dildo, Open-air, Suspension, Fire, Caning, Vibrator, Tits Torture
Video language: English

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, almost 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 residence in a small township I don’t recognize. A man in black grinning evilly as man throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underwear off. My pal tyler is in the bathtub groaning and convulsing with face hole taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to aid her. I can’t even aid myself. I watch myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. Man stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do instantly, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when dude nears. My flesh is hungry to feel its burn. Bloke touches it down to my breasts. Softly at first, then harder, so that red dotted rings appear around my nipps. Then boy drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it tensely into my clit. I shout and moan in ecstasy. 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 flesh, an ornament for his lawn. Then there’s a cabin encircled by woods and this same man with this same grin. Bloke 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 dude looks back to smirk at our silly waddling walk. The intense, splintery dildo shoved deep into my vulva pushes and prods with every step, searching for a touchy spot. Guy tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, bared, defenseless, and strapped. Only able to communicate with hopeless eyes and muffled shrieks. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. 2 of them, facing each 1 greater amount. And we are chained to them, forced to share our suffering. Throats stuffed with wooden gags, our bawls mingle to create a single, grievous tune. I watch tyler writhe under the cords, rubbing her thin-skinned body against the tough, scratchy bark. I watch the despair in her eyes. Gal is trapped. And so am I. Boy strikes her with a thin tree branch ’till tits and thighs are overspread with red lashes. I cringe at the sound of every stroke and glance down at my own delicate breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around em. My time will come presently sufficient. The last thing I recall: that chub is grumbling and tossing me into a apperture. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think guy said. This chub covers me in dirt packed tensely up to my neck. Boy brings tyler out, buries her head, and secures her feet with wooden stakes. After placing a ring gag in my oral cavity, boy unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then that chub walks away, abandoning us. I am left with this pic 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: 1:13:11
Video: 1920×1080, AVC (H.264), 4782kbps
Audio: 105kbps