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 flesh is covered in sweat but I am shivering and cold. The nightmare was so vivid, nearly 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 see a dwelling in a small city 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 companion 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 assist myself. I watch myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. This chub stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do now, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when man nears. My flesh is starving to feel its burn. Bloke touches it down to my breasts. Softly at 1st, then harder, so this red dotted rings appear around my nipps. Then man drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it tightly into my clit. I groan and bawl in ecstasy. I am staked out with arms and legs widen wide and back arched over a thick, round log. Eyes closed, flesh 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 that same man with this same grin. Boy 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 lad looks back to smirk at our silly waddling walk. The extreme, splintery dildo shoved unfathomable into my vagina pokes and prods with every step, searching for a tender spot. This guy tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, uncovered, defenseless, and strapped. Merely able to communicate with desperate eyes and muffled weeps. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. 2 of them, facing every other. And we are bound to em, compeled to share our suffering. Mouths stuffed with wooden gags, our groans mingle to create a single, grievous tune. I see tyler writhe under the cords, rubbing her sensitive body against the tough, scratchy bark. I see the despair in her eyes. Cutie is trapped. And so am I. Gink strikes her with a thin tree branch till tits and thighs are covered with red lashes. I cringe at the audio of every stroke and glance down at my own sensitive breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around them. My time will come presently sufficient. The last thing I recall: boy is grumbling and tossing me into a hollow. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think bloke said. That chub covers me in dirt packed forcefully 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 face hole, chap unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then man walks away, abandoning us. I am left with this 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 fantasy . Right?
Format: mp4
Duration: 1:13:11
Video: 1920×1080, AVC (H.264), 4782kbps
Audio: 105kbps