Tyler File Pt.2

Oct 122024

Cast: Tyler (aka Tyler Scot), 411
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Dildo, Open-air, Urinating, Ring Ga
Video language: English

The sky is pitch black when I shoot up in bed. My flesh is overspread 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 again. I watch a residence in a small city I don’t recognize. A man in black grinning evilly as chap throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underwear off. My crony tyler is in the bathtub moaning and convulsing with kisser taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to help her. I can’t even aid 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 that guy nears. My body is hungry to feel its burn. Boy touches it down to my breasts. Softly at first, then stronger, so this red dotted rings appear around my teats. Then that guy drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it forcefully into my clit. I groan and moan 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 body, an ornament for his lawn. Then there’s a cabin enclosed 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 gink looks back to smirk at our silly waddling walk. The serious, splintery dildo shoved deep into my cunt pokes and prods with any step, searching for a tender spot. Boy tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, demonstrated, helpless, and bound. Merely able to communicate with despairing eyes and muffled groans. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. 2 of em, facing any other. And we are bound to them, forced to share our suffering. Mouths stuffed with wooden gags, our shrieks mingle to create a single, agonizing tune. I see tyler writhe under the ropes, rubbing her tender skin against the tough, scratchy bark. I see the despair in her eyes. Maiden is trapped. And so am I. Buddy strikes her with a thin tree branch till tits and thighs are covered with red lashes. I cringe at the sound of every stroke and glance down at my own thin-skinned breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around em. My time will come in a short time enough. The last thing I recall: this guy is grumbling and tossing me into a cavity. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think this chub said. Dude covers me in dirt packed firmly up to my neck. Chap brings tyler out, buries her head, and secures her feet with wooden stakes. After placing a ring gag in my oral cavity, bloke unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then that guy walks away, abandoning us. I am left with this picture in my mind. A disembodied head and a decapitated skin 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: 32:35
Video: 1920×1080, AVC (H.264), 4816kbps
Audio: 118kbps