Tyler Scot, 411 - Tyler File 3

Jan 152025

Cast: Tyler Scot, 411
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Dildo, Outdoor, Suspension, Fire, Caning, Vibrator, Tits 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 actual. 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 dwelling in a small town I don’t recognize. A man in black grinning evilly as bloke throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underwear off. My partner tyler is in the bathtub crying and convulsing with muzzle taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to help her. I can’t even aid myself. I watch myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. Guy stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do immediately, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when gink nears. My skin is hungry to feel its burn. That chub touches it down to my breasts. Softly at 1st, then stronger, so this red dotted rings appear around my nipples. Then this chub drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it forcefully into my clit. I moan and moan in ecstasy. 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 encircled by woods and that same man with this same grin. Chap 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 this chub looks back to smirk at our silly waddling walk. The fierce, splintery dildo inserted unfathomable into my pussy pokes and prods with any step, searching for a hypersensitive spot. Dude tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, uncovered, vulnerable, and fixed. Only able to communicate with hopeless eyes and muffled cries. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. Two of them, facing every 1 more. And we are restrained to em, compeled to share our suffering. Mouths stuffed with wooden gags, our groans mingle to create a single, anguished tune. I see tyler writhe under the ropes, rubbing her supersensitive skin against the tough, scratchy bark. I watch the despair in her eyes. Chick is trapped. And so am I. Man strikes her with a thin tree branch ’till tits and thighs are overspread with red lashes. I cringe at the sound of every stroke and glance down at my own delicate breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around them. My time will come soon sufficient. The last thing I recall: chap is grumbling and tossing me into a hollow. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think lad said. Buddy covers me in dirt packed tensely up to my neck. Lad brings tyler out, buries her head, and secures her feet with wooden stakes. After placing a ring gag in my throat, that guy unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then buddy walks away, abandoning us. I am left with this 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