Tyler Scot, 411 - Tyler File 3 - Caning, Tits Torture, Outdoor
BDSM - Tyler Scot, 411 - Tyler File 3 - Caning, Tits Torture, Outdoor, added Sat, 17 Feb 2024 06:00:30 +0200
Cast: Tyler Scot, 411
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Dildo, Outdoor, Suspension, Fire, Caning, Vibrator, Tits Torture
When I shoot up from bed, the sky is pitch-black. I am cold and shivering despite my body being covered in sweat. The nightmare was so vivid it was almost real. I can remember it in flashes. The lightning in a storm can reveal everything for a moment. Then it's back to darkness. I see a small house in a town I don't know. A man in black is grinning evilly while he tapes me up and pulls my underwear. My friend Tyler is in the bath tub, wailing and convulsing. Her mouth is taped up and her shirt is over her head. There is nothing I could do to help. I can't even help myself. I see myself alone, cinched down to a table of cards, trembling with fear. He stands above. Smoking. Watching. Trying to decide what you will do next, what torture you will suffer. When he gets close, the heat of his cigarette warms my skin. My skin is begging to feel the burn. He touched it to my breasts. First softly, then harder so that red dots appear around my nipples. He drags the clit slowly across my stomach, and presses it into my clit. I scream and moan in. I am staking out with my arms and legs stretched wide and my back arched, atop a thick round log. Closed eyes, motionless body drenched in oil. I am a lifeless, slick mass of flesh that is an ornament on his lawn, unable to fight and exhausted. Then, there's the cabin surrounded by trees and that same man. He strips us and leads us through the wilderness on a leather leash, like two dogs on a single lead. He holds our legs open with branches, and then smirks at our silly waddling. The splintery, hard dildo pushed deep into my pussy pokes, prodding with each step. He ties us to a branch and leaves us there naked, vulnerable and restrained. Only desperate eyes and muffled moans are able to communicate. We struggle to free ourselves at the same time. I remember trees. Two of them facing each other. We are bound together to share in their suffering. Our cries, mingled with wooden gags in our mouths, blend into a single, anguished song. I watch Tyler writhe beneath the ropes and rub her delicate skin against the rough, scratchy bark. I can see the despair in those eyes. She is in a bind. I am also trapped. He hits her with a thin branch until her thighs and tits are covered in red lashes. I cringe with each stroke, and look down at my own breasts that have been made purple and bulbous because of the leather. My time will soon come. The last thing I remember is that he was grumbling at me and throwing me into a pit. OGotta hide the evidence, he said. He covers me with dirt, piled up tight to my neck. He buries Tyler's head and secures her legs with wooden stakes. He unzips his pants, sprays pee on both of us, and places a ring-gag in my mouth. He then walks away and abandons us. This image is all I can remember. The decapitated head and the disembodied body were baptized in the piss our captor. Even the thought of it sends shivers down my spine. But I'm safe at home. There is no man in the black. It was all a dream. Right?
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Format: mp4
Duration: 1:13:11
Video: 1920x1080, AVC (H.264), 4782kbps
Audio: 105kbps
File size: 2.6 GB
