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

Jul 152024

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 body 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 again. I watch a residence in a small town I don’t recognize. A man in black grinning evilly as gink throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underwear off. My partner tyler is in the bathtub crying and convulsing with kisser taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to assist her. I can’t even aid myself. I watch myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. Boy stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do now, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when fellow nears. My body is starving to feel its burn. Man touches it down to my breasts. Softly at 1st, then harder, so that red dotted rings appear around my paps. Then chap drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it forcefully into my clit. I bawl and bawl in . I am staked out with arms and legs widen wide and back arched over a thick, round log. Eyes closed, skin motionless and drenched with oil. Exhausted and unable to struggle, I am nothing but a lifeless, slimy mass of body, an ornament for his lawn. Then there’s a cabin enclosed by woods and this same man with this same grin. Fellow strips us down and leads us into the wilderness like two on a single leather leash. Our legs are held open with branches and man looks back to smirk at our ridiculous waddling walk. The serious, splintery dildo inserted unfathomable into my pussy pushes and prods with any step, searching for a thin-skinned spot. Buddy tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, uncovered, vulnerable, and bound. Just only able to communicate with despairing eyes and muffled shouts. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. Two of em, facing each 1 more. And we are tied to em, to share our suffering. Throats stuffed with wooden gags, our moans mingle to create a single, hurting tune. I watch tyler writhe beneath the cords, rubbing her susceptive skin against the tough, scratchy bark. I watch the despair in her eyes. Cutie is trapped. And so am I. Dude strikes her with a thin tree branch till tits and thighs are covered with red lashes. I cringe at the sound of any stroke and glance down at my own susceptive breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around them. My time will come in a short time enough. The last thing I recall: bloke is grumbling and tossing me into a cavity. "Gotta bury the evidence," I think man said. Guy covers me in dirt packed firmly up to my neck. This chub brings tyler out, buries her head, and secures her feet with wooden stakes. After placing a ring gag in my face hole, chap unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then gink 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: 33:01
Video: 1920×1080, AVC (H.264), 4827kbps
Audio: 120kbps