Tyler File Pt.2

Oct 122024

Cast: Tyler (aka Tyler Scot), 411
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Dildo, Out of doors, Pissing, Ring Ga
Video language: English

The sky is pitch black when I shoot up in bed. My flesh is covered in sweat but I am shivering and cold. The nightmare was so vivid, not quite just 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 another time. I watch a house in a small township I don’t recognize. A man in black grinning evilly as this guy throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underwear off. My comrade tyler is in the bathtub bawling and convulsing with face hole taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to aid her. I can’t even aid myself. I watch myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. Gink stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do now, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when that chub nears. My body is famished to feel its burn. Chap touches it down to my breasts. Softly at first, then stronger, so this red dotted rings appear around my nipps. Then boy drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it firmly into my clit. I bawl and bawl 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 skin, an ornament for his lawn. Then there’s a cabin encircled by woods and this same man with that same grin. Chap 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 man looks back to smirk at our absurd waddling walk. The uttermost, splintery dildo shoved unfathomable into my cunt pokes and prods with each step, searching for a thin-skinned spot. Chap tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, stripped, wide-open, and chained. Only able to communicate with hopeless eyes and muffled screams. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. 2 of em, facing each one greater amount. And we are strapped to them, charged to share our suffering. Throats stuffed with wooden gags, our groans mingle to create a single, grievous tune. I watch tyler writhe beneath the ropes, rubbing her susceptive flesh against the tough, scratchy bark. I watch the despair in her eyes. Girl is trapped. And so am I. Lad 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 tender breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around em. My time will come presently enough. The last thing I recall: that guy is grumbling and tossing me into a hole. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think boy said. Gink covers me in dirt packed vigorously 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 muzzle, dude unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then fellow walks away, abandoning us. I am left with that pic 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 fantasy . Right?

Format: mp4
Duration: 32:35
Video: 1920×1080, AVC (H.264), 4816kbps
Audio: 118kbps