411, Tyler Scot File - part 3

Aug 262022

Release Year: 2022
Studio: HardTied
Cast: Tyler Scot, 411

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 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 house 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 pal tyler is in the bathtub bawling and convulsing with kisser taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to aid her. I can’t even aid myself. I see myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. Dude 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 harder, so that red dotted rings appear around my nipps. Then lad drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it tensely into my clit. I shout and scream 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 skin, an ornament for his lawn. Then there’s a cabin enclosed by woods and this same man with this same grin. This chub 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 that chub looks back to smirk at our ridiculous waddling walk. The severe, splintery dildo shoved deep into my cunt pokes and prods with every step, searching for a thin-skinned spot. That chub tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, unclothed, defenseless, and fixed. Just only able to communicate with hopeless eyes and muffled groans. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. 2 of them, facing every another. And we are restrained to em, forced to share our suffering. Kissers stuffed with wooden gags, our moans mingle to create a single, hurting tune. I watch tyler writhe under the cords, rubbing her sensitive flesh against the tough, scratchy bark. I watch the despair in her eyes. Doll is trapped. And so am I. This guy strikes her with a thin tree branch ’till tits and thighs are overspread with red lashes. I cringe at the audio of every stroke and glance down at my own susceptive breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around em. My time will come shortly after sufficient. The last thing I recall: man is grumbling and tossing me into a hollow. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think lad said. Boy covers me in dirt packed tightly up to my neck. Bloke brings tyler out, buries her head, and secures her feet with wooden stakes. After placing a ring gag in my kisser, lad unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then guy walks away, abandoning us. I am left with that picture 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