Tyler File 3

Nov 232023

Cast: Tyler Scot, 411
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Dildo, Open-air, Suspension, Fire, Caning, Vibrator, Tits Torture
Video language: English

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 dwelling in a small town I don’t recognize. A man in black grinning evilly as bloke throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underwear off. My companion tyler is in the bathtub shouting and convulsing with throat taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to help her. I can’t even aid myself. I see myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. Guy stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do instantly, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when chap nears. My skin is ravenous to feel its burn. Fellow touches it down to my breasts. Softly at 1st, then harder, so that red dotted rings appear around my nipps. Then buddy drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it tightly into my clit. I shriek and moan in . 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 skin, an ornament for his lawn. Then there’s a cabin surrounded by woods and that same man with that same grin. Fellow strips us down and leads us into the wilderness like 2 on a single leather leash. Our legs are held open with branches and boy looks back to smirk at our ridiculous waddling walk. The uttermost, splintery dildo inserted unfathomable into my vagina pokes and prods with every step, searching for a thin-skinned spot. Bloke tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, naked, defenseless, and bound. Just only able to communicate with despairing eyes and muffled shrieks. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. 2 of them, facing each another. And we are strapped to them, to share our suffering. Kissers stuffed with wooden gags, our weeps mingle to create a single, hurting tune. I watch tyler writhe under the ropes, rubbing her supersensitive body against the tough, scratchy bark. I watch the despair in her eyes. Babe is trapped. And so am I. Chap strikes her with a thin tree branch ’till tits and thighs are covered with red lashes. I cringe at the soundtrack of every stroke and glance down at my own tender breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around em. My time will come soon sufficient. The last thing I recall: buddy is grumbling and tossing me into a hole. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think guy said. Man covers me in dirt packed firmly up to my neck. Man brings tyler out, buries her head, and secures her feet with wooden stakes. After placing a ring gag in my face hole, boy unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then lad walks away, abandoning us. I am left with that 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