Tyler Scot, 411 - Tyler File 3

Mar 042024

Cast: Tyler Scot, 411
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Dildo, Outdoorsy, Suspension, Fire, Caning, Vibrator, Tits Torture

The sky is pitch black when I shoot up in bed. My body is covered in sweat but I am shivering and cold. The nightmare was so vivid, almost 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 other time. I watch a house in a small township I don’t recognize. A man in black grinning evilly as gink throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underwear off. My partner tyler is in the bathtub shouting and convulsing with face hole taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to assist her. I can’t even help myself. I see myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. Buddy stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do instantly, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when boy nears. My body is ravenous to feel its burn. Bloke touches it down to my breasts. Softly at 1st, then stronger, so that red dotted rings appear around my paps. Then dude drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it tensely into my clit. I scream and moan in ecstasy. I am staked out with arms and legs spread wide and back arched over a thick, round log. Eyes closed, body 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. 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 this guy looks back to smirk at our ridiculous waddling walk. The intense, splintery dildo stuck in deep into my cunt pushes and prods with each step, searching for a sensitive spot. Chap tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, unclothed, powerless, and fastened. Merely able to communicate with desperate eyes and muffled shouts. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. Two of em, facing any other. And we are restrained to em, compeled to share our suffering. Mouths stuffed with wooden gags, our yells mingle to create a single, torturous tune. I see tyler writhe beneath the cords, rubbing her hypersensitive flesh against the tough, scratchy bark. I watch the despair in her eyes. Hottie is trapped. And so am I. Chap strikes her with a thin tree branch till tits and thighs are overspread with red lashes. I cringe at the audio of any stroke and glance down at my own susceptive breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around them. My time will come shortly after sufficient. The last thing I recall: boy is grumbling and tossing me into a hollow. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think lad said. That chub covers me in dirt packed firmly up to my neck. Dude brings tyler out, buries her head, and secures her feet with wooden stakes. After placing a ring gag in my throat, buddy 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 dream. Right?

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