Tyler Scot, 411 - Tyler File 3
Cast: Tyler Scot, 411
Genres:
BDSM,
Bondage,
Dildo, Outdoor, 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 real. 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 town I don't recognize. A
man in
black grinning evilly as
he throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my
underwear off. My
friend tyler is in the bathtub moaning and convulsing with
mouth taped and shirt over
her head. There is nothing I can do to
help her. I can't even
help myself. I see myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear.
He stands above. Smoking.
Watching. Deciding what to do now, what the next torture will be. The heat of
his cigarette warms me when
he nears. My skin is hungry to feel its burn.
He touches it down to my breasts. Softly at
first, then harder, so that
red dotted rings appear around my nipples. Then
he drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it firmly into my clit. I moan and scream 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 that same grin.
He strips us down and leads us into the wilderness like two dogs on a single leather leash. Our
legs are held open with branches and
he looks back to smirk at our silly waddling walk. The
hard, splintery
dildo shoved
deep into my
pussy pokes and prods with each
step, searching for a tender spot.
He tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, naked, vulnerable, and restrained. Only able to communicate with desperate
eyes and muffled groans. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. Two of them, facing each other. And we are
bound to them, forced to share our suffering. Mouths stuffed with wooden gags, our cries mingle to create a single, anguished tune. I
watch tyler writhe under the ropes, rubbing
her delicate skin against the tough, scratchy bark. I see the despair in
her eyes.
She is trapped. And so am I.
He strikes
her with a thin tree branch till
tits and thighs are covered with
red lashes. I cringe at the sound of each stroke and glance down at my own sensitive breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around them. My time will come soon enough. The last thing I recall:
he is grumbling and tossing me into a hole. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think
he said.
He covers me in dirt packed tightly up to my neck.
He brings tyler out, buries
her head, and secures
her feet with wooden stakes. After placing a ring gag in my
mouth,
he unzips
his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then
he 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 dream. Right?
Format: mp4
Duration: 1:13:11
Video: 1920x1080, AVC (H.264), 4782kbps
Audio: 105kbps
File size: 2.6 GB
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