Tyler File 1

Oct 062023

Release Year: 2023
Cast: Tyler, 411
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Dildo, Vibrator, Outdoorsy, Cigarette Torture
Video language: English

The sky is pitch black when I shoot up in bed. My skin 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 one greater amount time. I see a house 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 pal tyler is in the bathtub bawling and convulsing with mouth taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to assist her. I can’t even assist 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 lad nears. My flesh is starving to feel its burn. Boy touches it down to my breasts. Softly at 1st, then stronger, so this red dotted rings appear around my nipples. Then buddy drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it tensely into my clit. I bawl and yell 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 flesh, an ornament for his lawn. Then there’s a cabin surrounded by woods and that same man with this same grin. Guy 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 chap looks back to smirk at our silly waddling walk. The harsh, splintery dildo stuck in unfathomable into my vulva pokes and prods with any step, searching for a supersensitive spot. This chub tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, undressed, helpless, and strapped. Only able to communicate with hopeless eyes and muffled yells. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. Two of them, facing every 1 more. And we are fastened to em, forced to share our suffering. Mouths stuffed with wooden gags, our screams mingle to create a single, painful tune. I watch tyler writhe under the cords, rubbing her thin-skinned flesh against the tough, scratchy bark. I watch the despair in her eyes. Chick is trapped. And so am I. Bloke 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 supersensitive breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around them. My time will come shortly after sufficient. The last thing I recall: that chub is grumbling and tossing me into a hole. "Gotta bury the evidence," I think bloke said. That chub covers me in dirt packed forcefully up to my neck. Buddy brings tyler out, buries her head, and secures her feet with wooden stakes. After placing a ring gag in my kisser, man 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 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: 33:01
Video: 1920×1080, AVC (H.264), 4827kbps
Audio: 120kbps