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

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, not quite just 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 1 greater amount time. I watch a dwelling in a small city I don’t recognize. A man in black grinning evilly as guy throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underwear off. My pal tyler is in the bathtub moaning and convulsing with muzzle taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to aid 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 flesh is ravenous to feel its burn. Bloke touches it down to my breasts. Softly at 1st, then stronger, so that red dotted rings appear around my teats. Then this chub drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it firmly into my clit. I bawl and moan in ecstasy. 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 flesh, an ornament for his lawn. Then there’s a cabin surrounded by woods and this same man with this same grin. Guy 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 that guy looks back to smirk at our silly waddling walk. The extreme, splintery dildo shoved unfathomable into my pussy pokes and prods with every step, searching for a hypersensitive spot. Buddy tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, naked, helpless, and fixed. Just only able to communicate with despairing eyes and muffled shrieks. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. Two of them, facing every other. And we are bound to em, charged to share our suffering. Muzzles stuffed with wooden gags, our screams mingle to create a single, torturous tune. I see tyler writhe under the ropes, rubbing her hypersensitive body against the tough, scratchy bark. I see the despair in her eyes. Maid is trapped. And so am I. This guy 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 delicate breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around em. My time will come in a short time sufficient. The last thing I recall: this chub is grumbling and tossing me into a hole. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think bloke said. Boy covers me in dirt packed tensely up to my neck. Buddy brings tyler out, buries her head, and secures her feet with wooden stakes. After placing a ring gag in my face hole, fellow unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then this chub walks away, abandoning us. I am left with this 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 fantasy . Right?

Format: mp4
Duration: 1:13:11
Video: 1920×1080, AVC (H.264), 4782kbps
Audio: 105kbps

File size: 2.6 GB