Cast: Tyler (aka Tyler Scot), 411
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Dildo, Out of doors, Pissing, Ring Gag

The sky is pitch black when I shoot up in bed. My body is overspread in sweat but I am shivering and cold. The nightmare was so vivid, almost 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 residence in a small city I don’t recognize. A man in black grinning evilly as dude throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underwear off. My friend tyler is in the bathtub crying and convulsing with mouth taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to aid her. I can’t even help myself. I watch myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. Fellow 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 skin is starving to feel its burn. That guy touches it down to my breasts. Softly at first, then stronger, so that red dotted rings appear around my teats. Then buddy drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it firmly into my clit. I scream and groan in ecstasy. 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 encircled by woods and that 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 ridiculous waddling walk. The heavy, splintery dildo inserted unfathomable into my cunny pokes and prods with any step, searching for a touchy spot. Lad tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, uncovered, vulnerable, and tied. Merely able to communicate with hopeless eyes and muffled yells. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. 2 of em, facing any another. And we are fastened to em, forced to share our suffering. Throats stuffed with wooden gags, our yells mingle to create a single, anguished tune. I watch tyler writhe under the cords, rubbing her supersensitive body against the tough, scratchy bark. I watch the despair in her eyes. Girl is trapped. And so am I. That guy strikes her with a thin tree branch till tits and thighs are overspread with red lashes. I cringe at the soundtrack of every stroke and glance down at my own susceptive breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around them. My time will come shortly after enough. The last thing I recall: fellow is grumbling and tossing me into a apperture. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think man said. Boy covers me in dirt packed firmly up to my neck. Gink brings tyler out, buries her head, and secures her feet with wooden stakes. After placing a ring gag in my throat, guy unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then that guy 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: 32:35
Video: 1920×1080, AVC (H.264), 4816kbps
Audio: 118kbps

File size: 1.2 GB