Insex - Tyler File pt.3 Tyler Scot, 411

May 242023

Release Year: 2022
Studio: Insex

Tyler Scot, 411 – Tyler File pt.3

Release Year: 2022
Studio: HardTied

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 again. I watch a residence in a small city I don’t recognize. A man in black grinning evilly as boy throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underwear off. My companion tyler is in the bathtub moaning and convulsing with face hole taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to aid her. I can’t even assist myself. I see myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. Lad stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do immediately, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when that guy nears. My body is famished to feel its burn. That chub touches it down to my breasts. Softly at 1st, then harder, so that red dotted rings appear around my nipples. Then bloke drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it vigorously into my clit. I yell and groan in ecstasy. I am staked out with arms and legs spread wide and back arched over a thick, round log. Eyes closed, skin 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 that same grin. Buddy 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 boy looks back to smirk at our silly waddling walk. The hard, splintery dildo stuck in deep into my pussy pokes and prods with any step, searching for a sensitive spot. Fellow tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, stripped, defenseless, and tied. Only able to communicate with despairing eyes and muffled cries. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. 2 of them, facing any one more. And we are restrained to em, compeled to share our suffering. Kissers stuffed with wooden gags, our moans mingle to create a single, hurting tune. I watch tyler writhe beneath the cords, rubbing her hypersensitive body against the tough, scratchy bark. I watch the despair in her eyes. Cutie is trapped. And so am I. Boy strikes her with a thin tree branch ’till tits and thighs are covered with red lashes. I cringe at the sound of each stroke and glance down at my own hypersensitive breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around em. My time will come shortly after enough. The last thing I recall: this guy is grumbling and tossing me into a hole. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think bloke said. Buddy covers me in dirt packed tensely up to my neck. This guy brings tyler out, buries her head, and secures her feet with wooden stakes. After placing a ring gag in my kisser, dude unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then man walks away, abandoning us. I am left with this picture 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 fantasy . Right?

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