Release Year: 2025
Cast: Tyler, 411
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Dildo, Vibrator, Open-air, Cigarette Torture
Video language: English

The sky is pitch black when I shoot up in bed. My skin 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 house in a small city I don’t recognize. A man in black grinning evilly as that chub throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underwear off. My friend tyler is in the bathtub groaning and convulsing with throat taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to assist her. I can’t even help myself. I watch myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. Dude 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 skin is famished to feel its burn. Boy touches it down to my breasts. Softly at first, then stronger, so that red dotted rings appear around my nipps. Then dude drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it firmly into my clit. I scream and shout in ecstasy. I am staked out with arms and legs widen 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 encircled by woods and that same man with that same grin. Fellow 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 absurd waddling walk. The intense, splintery dildo shoved unfathomable into my cunt pokes and prods with each step, searching for a supersensitive spot. Lad tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, undressed, helpless, and tied. Only able to communicate with despairing eyes and muffled shrieks. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. Two of them, facing any other. And we are restrained to em, charged to share our suffering. Throats stuffed with wooden gags, our shouts mingle to create a single, anguished tune. I watch tyler writhe under the ropes, rubbing her touchy flesh against the tough, scratchy bark. I watch the despair in her eyes. Chick is trapped. And so am I. Buddy strikes her with a thin tree branch till tits and thighs are covered with red lashes. I cringe at the soundtrack of any stroke and glance down at my own supersensitive breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around them. My time will come soon adequate. The last thing I recall: man is grumbling and tossing me into a cavity. "Gotta bury the evidence," I think buddy said. Man covers me in dirt packed vigorously 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 muzzle, dude unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then lad walks away, abandoning us. I am left with this picture in my mind. A disembodied head and a decapitated skin 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: 33:01
Video: 1920×1080, AVC (H.264), 4827kbps
Audio: 120kbps

Video clip size: 1.2 GB