Tyler Scot, 411 - Tyler File 3

Apr 262025

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

The sky is pitch black when I shoot up in bed. My body 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 again. I see a residence in a small city I don’t recognize. A man in black grinning evilly as fellow throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underwear off. My friend tyler is in the bathtub shouting 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 see myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. That chub stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do instantly, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when man nears. My body is starving to feel its burn. Guy touches it down to my breasts. Softly at 1st, then stronger, so that red dotted rings appear around my paps. Then man drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it forcefully into my clit. I scream and bawl in ecstasy. I am staked out with arms and legs widen 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 surrounded by woods and this same man with that same grin. Chap strips us down and leads us into the wilderness like two dogs on a single leather leash. Our legs are held open with branches and guy looks back to smirk at our ridiculous waddling walk. The serious, splintery dildo stuck in unfathomable into my cunt pokes and prods with any step, searching for a tender spot. Gink tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, bared, vulnerable, and bound. Just only able to communicate with hopeless eyes and muffled groans. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. 2 of em, facing each another. And we are fixed to em, forced to share our suffering. Throats stuffed with wooden gags, our groans mingle to create a single, hurting tune. I watch tyler writhe under the cords, rubbing her touchy flesh against the tough, scratchy bark. I watch the despair in her eyes. Babe is trapped. And so am I. That chub strikes her with a thin tree branch ’till tits and thighs are covered with red lashes. I cringe at the sound of any stroke and glance down at my own thin-skinned breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around them. My time will come in a short time sufficient. The last thing I recall: this chub is grumbling and tossing me into a apperture. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think lad said. Lad covers me in dirt packed firmly up to my neck. Fellow brings tyler out, buries her head, and secures her feet with wooden stakes. After placing a ring gag in my throat, this guy unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then this guy 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: 1:13:11
Video: 1920×1080, AVC (H.264), 4782kbps
Audio: 105kbps