Tyler Scot, 411 - Tyler File 3

Aug 052024

Cast: Tyler Scot, 411
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Dildo, Open-air, Suspension, Fire, Caning, Vibrator, Tits Torture

The sky is pitch black when I shoot up in bed. My skin is overspread in sweat but I am shivering and cold. The nightmare was so vivid, not quite just 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 another time. I see a residence in a small township I don’t recognize. A man in black grinning evilly as that chub throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underwear off. My friend tyler is in the bathtub crying and convulsing with throat taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to help her. I can’t even aid myself. I see myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. Boy stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do immediately, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when buddy nears. My body 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 this guy drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it tensely into my clit. I groan and moan in . 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 surrounded by woods and that same man with this same grin. Buddy strips us down and leads us into the wilderness like 2 on a single leather leash. Our legs are held open with branches and fellow looks back to smirk at our ridiculous waddling walk. The harsh, splintery dildo shoved unfathomable into my cunt pokes and prods with any step, searching for a thin-skinned spot. Buddy tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, stripped, wide-open, and bound. Merely able to communicate with hopeless eyes and muffled shrieks. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. Two of them, facing each 1 greater amount. And we are fixed to em, to share our suffering. Mouths stuffed with wooden gags, our yells mingle to create a single, excruciating tune. I see tyler writhe under the cords, rubbing her delicate skin against the tough, scratchy bark. I watch the despair in her eyes. Doll is trapped. And so am I. Buddy strikes her with a thin tree branch till tits and thighs are overspread with red lashes. I cringe at the audio of each stroke and glance down at my own sensitive breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around em. My time will come presently enough. The last thing I recall: chap is grumbling and tossing me into a hole. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think fellow said. Boy covers me in dirt packed firmly up to my neck. Gink brings tyler out, buries her head, and secures her feet with wooden stakes. After placing a ring gag in my face hole, that chub unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then bloke walks away, abandoning us. I am left with that pic in my mind. A disembodied head and a decapitated flesh 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 fantasy . Right?

Format: mp4
Duration: 1:13:11
Video: 1920×1080, AVC (H.264), 4782kbps
Audio: 105kbps