Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Dildo, Vibrator, Outdoorsy, Cigarette Torture
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 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 other time. I watch a dwelling in a small town I don’t recognize. A man in black grinning evilly as boy throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underwear off. My crony tyler is in the bathtub groaning 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. Fellow stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do instantly, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when man nears. My skin is ravenous to feel its burn. Lad touches it down to my breasts. Softly at first, then harder, so this red dotted rings appear around my nipps. Then that guy drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it tightly into my clit. I groan and moan 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 surrounded by woods and that same man with this same grin. That 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 lad looks back to smirk at our silly waddling walk. The intense, splintery dildo inserted deep into my vagina pushes and prods with each step, searching for a hypersensitive spot. Guy tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, uncovered, vulnerable, and chained. Only able to communicate with hopeless eyes and muffled yells. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. Two of em, facing any other. And we are strapped to em, forced to share our suffering. Oral cavities stuffed with wooden gags, our yells mingle to create a single, hurting tune. I see tyler writhe under the ropes, rubbing her hypersensitive body against the tough, scratchy bark. I see the despair in her eyes. Cutie 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 every stroke and glance down at my own delicate breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around em. My time will come presently sufficient. The last thing I recall: buddy is grumbling and tossing me into a hole. "Gotta bury the evidence," I think gink said. Man covers me in dirt packed firmly 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, buddy unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then chap walks away, abandoning us. I am left with this pic 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