Cast: Tyler File 2
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Dildo, Outdoorsy, Urinating, Ring Gag
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, almost 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 one greater amount time. I watch a residence in a small city I don’t recognize. A man in black grinning evilly as chap throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underwear off. My crony tyler is in the bathtub groaning and convulsing with oral cavity taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to help her. I can’t even help myself. I watch myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. Bloke stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do instantly, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when buddy nears. My skin is famished to feel its burn. Gink touches it down to my breasts. Softly at first, then stronger, so this red dotted rings appear around my nipples. Then chap drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it tensely into my clit. I bawl and moan in . I am staked out with arms and legs spread 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 skin, an ornament for his lawn. Then there’s a cabin surrounded by woods and this same man with that same grin. Buddy 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 vagina pokes and prods with each step, searching for a supersensitive spot. Fellow tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, bared, powerless, and fastened. Only able to communicate with hopeless eyes and muffled bawls. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. 2 of them, facing each 1 more. And we are restrained to them, to share our suffering. Throats stuffed with wooden gags, our yells mingle to create a single, grievous tune. I watch tyler writhe beneath the ropes, rubbing her delicate flesh against the tough, scratchy bark. I see the despair in her eyes. Woman is trapped. And so am I. 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 supersensitive breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around em. My time will come soon sufficient. The last thing I recall: guy is grumbling and tossing me into a apperture. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think bloke said. Bloke covers me in dirt packed vigorously 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 mouth, gink unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then lad walks away, abandoning us. I am left with this picture 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 fantasy . Right?
Format: mp4
Duration: 32:35
Video: 1920×1080, AVC (H.264), 4816kbps
Audio: 118kbps