Cast: Tyler Scot, 411
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Dildo, Outdoor, Suspension, Fire, Caning, Vibrator, Tits Torture
Video language: English

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 real. 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 residence in a small township I don’t recognize. A man in black grinning evilly as fellow throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underwear off. My comrade tyler is in the bathtub yelling and convulsing with muzzle taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to help her. I can’t even help myself. I see myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. This guy stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do immediately, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when dude nears. My body is hungry to feel its burn. Boy touches it down to my breasts. Softly at 1st, then harder, so that red dotted rings appear around my nipples. Then guy drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it tightly into my clit. I shriek and scream in . I am staked out with arms and legs spread wide and back arched over a thick, round log. Eyes closed, body 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 this same man with that same grin. Buddy strips us down and leads us into the wilderness like 2 on a single leather leash. Our legs are held open with branches and guy looks back to smirk at our ridiculous waddling walk. The fierce, splintery dildo stuck in deep into my cunny pushes and prods with each step, searching for a touchy spot. Gink tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, naked, defenseless, and tied. Just only able to communicate with desperate eyes and muffled groans. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. Two of them, facing any one greater amount. And we are restrained to em, to share our suffering. Kissers stuffed with wooden gags, our shouts mingle to create a single, agonizing tune. I see tyler writhe under the ropes, rubbing her delicate flesh against the tough, scratchy bark. I see the despair in her eyes. Maid is trapped. And so am I. Boy strikes her with a thin tree branch ’till tits and thighs are covered with red lashes. I cringe at the soundtrack of every stroke and glance down at my own supersensitive breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around em. My time will come soon sufficient. The last thing I recall: that chub is grumbling and tossing me into a cavity. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think that guy said. Fellow covers me in dirt packed forcefully up to my neck. Bloke brings tyler out, buries her head, and secures her feet with wooden stakes. After placing a ring gag in my throat, gink unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then fellow walks away, abandoning us. I am left with this picture 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: 1:13:11
Video: 1920×1080, AVC (H.264), 4782kbps
Audio: 105kbps

File size: 2.6 GB