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

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, not quite just 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 another time. I see a dwelling in a small township 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 companion tyler is in the bathtub bawling and convulsing with oral cavity taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to assist her. I can’t even assist myself. I watch myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. Lad stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do immediately, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when man nears. My body is hungry to feel its burn. Boy touches it down to my breasts. Softly at first, then harder, so that red dotted rings appear around my nipps. Then bloke drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it firmly into my clit. I moan and yell in . I am staked out with arms and legs widen wide and back arched over a thick, round log. Eyes closed, skin 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 enclosed by woods and that 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 dude looks back to smirk at our ridiculous waddling walk. The severe, splintery dildo stuck in deep into my cunny pokes and prods with each step, searching for a supersensitive spot. Guy tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, stripped, vulnerable, and fastened. Merely able to communicate with hopeless eyes and muffled screams. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. 2 of them, facing every other. And we are tied to em, to share our suffering. Muzzles stuffed with wooden gags, our screams mingle to create a single, excruciating tune. I see tyler writhe beneath the cords, rubbing her hypersensitive skin against the tough, scratchy bark. I watch the despair in her eyes. Girl is trapped. And so am I. Bloke strikes her with a thin tree branch till tits and thighs are overspread with red lashes. I cringe at the audio of any stroke and glance down at my own thin-skinned breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around them. My time will come in a short time sufficient. The last thing I recall: bloke is grumbling and tossing me into a hole. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think that chub said. Guy covers me in dirt packed vigorously up to my neck. Fellow brings tyler out, buries her head, and secures her feet with wooden stakes. After placing a ring gag in my oral cavity, man 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 flesh 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