Tyler File 3

Apr 222024

Cast: Tyler Scot, 411
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Dildo, Out of doors, Suspension, Fire, Caning, Vibrator, Tits Torture
Video language: English

The sky is pitch black when I shoot up in bed. My skin is covered in sweat but I am shivering and cold. The nightmare was so vivid, not quite just true. 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 1 greater amount time. I see a house in a small township I don’t recognize. A man in black grinning evilly as lad throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underwear off. My companion tyler is in the bathtub shouting and convulsing with muzzle taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to aid her. I can’t even help myself. I watch myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. Guy stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do instantly, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when boy nears. My body is famished to feel its burn. Boy touches it down to my breasts. Softly at 1st, then stronger, so that red dotted rings appear around my nipps. Then guy drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it vigorously into my clit. I scream and moan in . 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 skin, an ornament for his lawn. Then there’s a cabin surrounded by woods and that same man with that same grin. Chap strips us down and leads us into the wilderness like two on a single leather leash. Our legs are held open with branches and lad looks back to smirk at our absurd waddling walk. The extreme, splintery dildo stuck in deep into my cunt pokes and prods with any step, searching for a sensitive spot. Man tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, uncovered, vulnerable, and chained. Only able to communicate with desperate eyes and muffled groans. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. 2 of them, facing every one greater amount. And we are fixed to em, to share our suffering. Muzzles stuffed with wooden gags, our shouts mingle to create a single, excruciating tune. I see tyler writhe under the ropes, rubbing her hypersensitive flesh against the tough, scratchy bark. I watch the despair in her eyes. Hottie is trapped. And so am I. Boy strikes her with a thin tree branch until tits and thighs are overspread with red lashes. I cringe at the sound of each stroke and glance down at my own tender breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around em. My time will come shortly after enough. The last thing I recall: bloke is grumbling and tossing me into a apperture. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think dude said. Lad covers me in dirt packed forcefully 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 face hole, lad unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then guy walks away, abandoning us. I am left with that picture in my mind. A disembodied head and a decapitated body 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