Tyler Scot, 411

Oct 122024

Cast: Tyler Scot, 411
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Dildo, Outdoorsy, Suspension, Fire, Caning, Vibrator, Tits Tortur
Video language: English

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, nearly 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 watch a dwelling 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 groaning and convulsing with throat taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to assist her. I can’t even help myself. I watch myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. Buddy stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do immediately, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when chap nears. My skin is starving to feel its burn. Gink touches it down to my breasts. Softly at first, then stronger, so that red dotted rings appear around my teats. Then buddy drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it tensely into my clit. I shriek and yell in ecstasy. I am staked out with arms and legs spread 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 skin, an ornament for his lawn. Then there’s a cabin surrounded by woods and this same man with that same grin. That guy strips us down and leads us into the wilderness like 2 dogs on a single leather leash. Our legs are held open with branches and dude looks back to smirk at our ridiculous waddling walk. The harsh, splintery dildo inserted deep into my cunt pokes and prods with each step, searching for a hypersensitive spot. Bloke tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, stripped, helpless, and chained. Only able to communicate with hopeless eyes and muffled shouts. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. 2 of em, facing every one more. And we are strapped to them, compeled to share our suffering. Mouths stuffed with wooden gags, our shouts mingle to create a single, painful tune. I watch tyler writhe under the ropes, rubbing her delicate skin against the tough, scratchy bark. I watch the despair in her eyes. Babe 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 soundtrack of any stroke and glance down at my own susceptive breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around them. My time will come presently sufficient. The last thing I recall: guy is grumbling and tossing me into a apperture. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think boy said. This chub covers me in dirt packed firmly up to my neck. That chub brings tyler out, buries her head, and secures her feet with wooden stakes. After placing a ring gag in my throat, dude unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then lad walks away, abandoning us. I am left with that pic 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