Tyler Scot, 411

Sep 182022

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

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 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 one greater amount time. I watch a residence in a small city I don’t recognize. A man in black grinning evilly as dude throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underwear off. My partner tyler is in the bathtub groaning and convulsing with oral cavity taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to aid her. I can’t even assist myself. I watch myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. Lad stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do now, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when dude nears. My skin is ravenous to feel its burn. Guy touches it down to my breasts. Softly at first, then stronger, so this red dotted rings appear around my teats. Then chap drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it tightly into my clit. I shout and groan 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 encircled by woods and this same man with that same grin. Dude strips us down and leads us into the wilderness like 2 on a single leather leash. Our legs are held open with branches and lad looks back to smirk at our silly waddling walk. The heavy, splintery dildo shoved deep into my pussy pushes and prods with any step, searching for a touchy spot. Guy tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, bared, defenseless, and bound. Only able to communicate with desperate eyes and muffled groans. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. Two of em, facing every another. And we are fastened to them, to share our suffering. Oral cavities stuffed with wooden gags, our groans mingle to create a single, grievous tune. I see tyler writhe beneath the cords, rubbing her thin-skinned skin against the tough, scratchy bark. I see the despair in her eyes. Lady is trapped. And so am I. Fellow strikes her with a thin tree branch till tits and thighs are covered with red lashes. I cringe at the audio of any stroke and glance down at my own hypersensitive breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around em. My time will come presently adequate. The last thing I recall: dude is grumbling and tossing me into a apperture. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think that guy said. This chub covers me in dirt packed tightly up to my neck. Boy 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 guy 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 dream. Right?

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