Tyler Scot, 411 - Tyler File 3

Nov 062024

Cast: Tyler Scot, 411
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Dildo, Out-of-doors, Suspension, Fire, Caning, Vibrator, Tits Torture

The sky is pitch black when I shoot up in bed. My body 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 see 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 crying and convulsing with muzzle taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to aid her. I can’t even help myself. I watch myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. Man stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do instantly, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when fellow nears. My body is starving to feel its burn. Boy touches it down to my breasts. Softly at first, then stronger, so that red dotted rings appear around my nipps. Then man drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it vigorously into my clit. I bawl and yell 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 body, an ornament for his lawn. Then there’s a cabin surrounded by woods and that same man with this same grin. Chap 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 fellow looks back to smirk at our silly waddling walk. The heavy, splintery dildo shoved deep into my pussy pokes and prods with each step, searching for a tender spot. Boy tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, undressed, wide-open, and restrained. Only able to communicate with desperate eyes and muffled moans. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. Two of em, facing every another. And we are bound to em, charged to share our suffering. Kissers stuffed with wooden gags, our weeps mingle to create a single, hurting tune. I see tyler writhe beneath the ropes, rubbing her delicate skin against the tough, scratchy bark. I see the despair in her eyes. Female 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 soundtrack 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 presently sufficient. The last thing I recall: this chub is grumbling and tossing me into a apperture. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think fellow said. Man covers me in dirt packed tensely 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 oral cavity, dude 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