Tyler Scot, 411 - Tyler File 3

Apr 152024

Cast: Tyler Scot, 411
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Dildo, Outdoor, Suspension, Fire, Caning, Vibrator, Tits 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, almost 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 watch a dwelling in a small township I don’t recognize. A man in black grinning evilly as guy throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underwear off. My companion tyler is in the bathtub shouting and convulsing with kisser 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. Chap stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do now, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when gink nears. My flesh is ravenous to feel its burn. That chub touches it down to my breasts. Softly at 1st, then harder, so that red dotted rings appear around my teats. Then lad drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it vigorously into my clit. I shriek and shout in . 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 this same man with this same grin. That chub strips us down and leads us into the wilderness like 2 on a single leather leash. Our legs are held open with branches and lad looks back to smirk at our silly waddling walk. The harsh, splintery dildo stuck in deep into my vulva pushes and prods with any step, searching for a touchy spot. Bloke tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, stripped, helpless, and fastened. Merely able to communicate with despairing eyes and muffled screams. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. 2 of em, facing every other. And we are restrained to em, to share our suffering. Kissers stuffed with wooden gags, our weeps mingle to create a single, torturous tune. I watch tyler writhe beneath the ropes, rubbing her delicate skin against the tough, scratchy bark. I see the despair in her eyes. Female is trapped. And so am I. That guy strikes her with a thin tree branch till tits and thighs are overspread with red lashes. I cringe at the soundtrack of each stroke and glance down at my own susceptive breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around them. My time will come shortly after adequate. The last thing I recall: dude is grumbling and tossing me into a cavity. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think lad said. Fellow covers me in dirt packed tightly up to my neck. Fellow brings tyler out, buries her head, and secures her feet with wooden stakes. After placing a ring gag in my face hole, this chub unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then lad walks away, abandoning us. I am left with that 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