Tyler Scot, 411 - Tyler File 3 - Vibrator, Suspension, Bondage
BDSM - Tyler Scot, 411 - Tyler File 3 - Vibrator, Suspension, Bondage, added Sun, 29 Oct 2023 13:00:57 +0200
Cast: Tyler Scot, 411
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Dildo, Outdoor, Suspension, Fire, Caning, Vibrator, Tits Torture
When I jump up from bed, the sky is black. Although my body is covered with sweat, I feel cold and shivering. It was almost as if the nightmare were real. I can remember it in flashes. The lightning in a thunderstorm can reveal everything briefly. Then it's back to darkness. A house is in a town that I do not recognize. I see a man in black smirking evilly while he tapes up my pants and pulls out my underwear. Tyler, my friend is wailing and stumbling in the bath with her mouth taped up and a shirt on top of her head. It's impossible for me to do anything. I can't even help myself. I can see myself, alone and pinned to the table with a belt, shaking in terror. He is above. Smoking. Watching. Trying to decide what you will do next, and what tortures await. When he gets close, the heat from his cigarette makes me warm. I want to burn my skin. My breasts. First softly, and then more firmly, until red dots appear on my nipples. He drags the clit slowly across my belly and presses firmly on it. In ecstasy, I scream and moan. The log is thick and round. I'm staking out, arms and legs wide open and my back arched. Closed eyes, motionless body soaked in oil. After exhausting myself and being unable to fight, I became a slimy, lifeless mass of flesh that he used as an ornament on his lawn. There's also a cabin in the woods with that man and his same grin. He stripped us and led us through the woods like two dogs walking on one leather leash. He holds our legs open using branches, and then smirks at the silly way we waddle. Each step the splintery, hard dildo pushed deep into my pussy, looking for tender spots. We are tied to the tree, left naked and vulnerable. We are only able to communicate through desperate stares and muffled moans. We struggle to get out of the cage at the same time. I can remember the trees. They are two trees facing each other. We are forced to suffer with them. Our cries, mingled with the wooden gags in our mouths, blend into a single anguished song. Tyler writhes under the ropes as she rubs her skin on the rough, scratchy bark. Her eyes are filled with despair. She's trapped. So am I. Then he strikes her until she is covered in red lashings. Each stroke makes me cringe and I look down to see my sensitive breasts that have been made purple by the leather. Soon enough, my time will arrive. Last thing I remember: He was grumbling at me and throwing me in a hole. He said, "You've got to bury the proof." He covered me with dirt, piled up tight to my neck. Tyler is brought out and her head is buried. Her feet are secured with wood stakes. He unzips the pants, sprays pee on both of us, and then places a ring-gag in my mouth. He then walks off, leaving us. This image is all I can remember. The decapitated corpse and disembodied skull were sprayed with our captor's piss. Even the mere thought of it sends chills down my spine. However, I'm safe and sound at home. There is no black man. It was just a nightmare. Right?
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Format: mp4
Duration: 1:13:11
Video: 1920x1080, AVC (H.264), 4782kbps
Audio: 105kbps
File size: 2.6 GB
