Tyler (aka Tyler Scot), 411 – Tyler File 1

Jul 152024

Cast: Tyler (aka Tyler Scot), 411
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Dildo, Vibrator, Outdoorsy, Cigarette 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, not quite just 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 house in a small city I don’t recognize. A man in black grinning evilly as guy throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underwear off. My pal tyler is in the bathtub screaming and convulsing with mouth taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to assist her. I can’t even help myself. I see myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. Man stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do immediately, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when guy nears. My flesh is starving to feel its burn. Gink touches it down to my breasts. Softly at first, then stronger, so this red dotted rings appear around my paps. Then dude drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it vigorously into my clit. I yell and shriek in . I am staked out with arms and legs spread 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 body, an ornament for his lawn. Then there’s a cabin surrounded by woods and this same man with this same grin. Dude strips us down and leads us into the wilderness like 2 on a single leather leash. Our legs are held open with branches and dude looks back to smirk at our ridiculous waddling walk. The severe, splintery dildo shoved unfathomable into my cunny pushes and prods with any step, searching for a sensitive spot. Lad tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, uncovered, defenseless, and tied. Just only able to communicate with hopeless eyes and muffled groans. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. Two of them, facing each another. And we are bound to them, to share our suffering. Oral cavities stuffed with wooden gags, our groans mingle to create a single, torturous tune. I see tyler writhe under the cords, rubbing her touchy skin against the tough, scratchy bark. I watch the despair in her eyes. Gal is trapped. And so am I. Dude strikes her with a thin tree branch until tits and thighs are overspread with red lashes. I cringe at the sound of every stroke and glance down at my own sensitive breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around em. My time will come shortly after enough. The last thing I recall: gink is grumbling and tossing me into a apperture. "Gotta bury the evidence," I think buddy said. Fellow covers me in dirt packed vigorously 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 mouth, this guy unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then that chub walks away, abandoning us. I am left with that pic 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: 33:01
Video: 1920×1080, AVC (H.264), 4827kbps
Audio: 120kbps