Tyler File 3

Sep 202024

Cast: Tyler Scot, 411
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Dildo, Open-air, 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 again. I watch a residence in a small town 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 partner tyler is in the bathtub groaning and convulsing with throat taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to help her. I can’t even assist myself. I watch myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. Chap stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do immediately, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when guy nears. My flesh is famished to feel its burn. Chap touches it down to my breasts. Softly at 1st, then stronger, so that red dotted rings appear around my teats. Then boy drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it forcefully into my clit. I moan 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 body, an ornament for his lawn. Then there’s a cabin enclosed by woods and this same man with that same grin. Man strips us down and leads us into the wilderness like 2 on a single leather leash. Our legs are held open with branches and this guy looks back to smirk at our silly waddling walk. The uttermost, splintery dildo shoved deep into my cunny pushes and prods with any step, searching for a supersensitive spot. This guy tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, uncovered, powerless, and fixed. Only able to communicate with desperate eyes and muffled bawls. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. Two of em, facing each other. And we are strapped to em, to share our suffering. Oral cavities stuffed with wooden gags, our shouts mingle to create a single, torturous tune. I see tyler writhe beneath the ropes, rubbing her delicate flesh against the tough, scratchy bark. I watch the despair in her eyes. Girl is trapped. And so am I. Lad strikes her with a thin tree branch until tits and thighs are overspread with red lashes. I cringe at the soundtrack of any stroke and glance down at my own touchy breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around em. My time will come in a short time adequate. The last thing I recall: this chub is grumbling and tossing me into a apperture. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think gink said. Chap covers me in dirt packed forcefully 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, guy unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then gink 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 dream. Right?

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