Release Year: 2024
Cast: Tyler (aka Tyler Scot), 411
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Dildo, Out-of-doors, Urinating, Ring Gag
Video language: English

The sky is pitch black when I shoot up in bed. My flesh 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 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 friend tyler is in the bathtub moaning and convulsing with kisser taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to help her. I can’t even aid myself. I watch myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. Dude stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do instantly, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when fellow nears. My body is starving to feel its burn. Bloke touches it down to my breasts. Softly at first, then harder, so this red dotted rings appear around my teats. Then dude drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it tightly into my clit. I yell and moan 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 enclosed by woods and this same man with this same grin. Chap strips us down and leads us into the wilderness like 2 dogs on a single leather leash. Our legs are held open with branches and that guy looks back to smirk at our ridiculous waddling walk. The harsh, splintery dildo stuck in deep into my vulva pushes and prods with each step, searching for a supersensitive spot. Fellow tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, undressed, powerless, and chained. Only able to communicate with despairing eyes and muffled bawls. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. Two of them, facing every other. And we are fastened to em, forced to share our suffering. Muzzles stuffed with wooden gags, our weeps mingle to create a single, painful tune. I watch tyler writhe beneath the ropes, rubbing her touchy flesh against the tough, scratchy bark.

Total size: 2.3 GB in 2 video clips.