Cast: Tyler (aka Tyler Scot), 411
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Dildo, Vibrator, Open-air, Cigarette Torture

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, not quite just true. 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 see a house in a small city I don’t recognize. A man in black grinning evilly as bloke throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underwear off. My comrade tyler is in the bathtub crying and convulsing with throat taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to assist her. I can’t even aid myself. I see myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. Gink stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do instantly, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when bloke nears. My body 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 nipples. Then man drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it firmly into my clit. I yell and bawl in ecstasy. 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 body, an ornament for his lawn. Then there’s a cabin enclosed by woods and that same man with that same grin. Bloke 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 chap looks back to smirk at our silly waddling walk. The serious, splintery dildo stuck in unfathomable into my vulva pushes and prods with any step, searching for a tender spot. Guy tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, bared, helpless, and chained. Only able to communicate with hopeless eyes and muffled shouts. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. 2 of them, facing every one greater amount. And we are bound to em, forced to share our suffering. Muzzles stuffed with wooden gags, our weeps mingle to create a single, torturous tune. I see tyler writhe under the cords, rubbing her hypersensitive body against the tough, scratchy bark. I watch the despair in her eyes. Maiden is trapped. And so am I. That guy 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 delicate breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around em. My time will come soon sufficient. The last thing I recall: guy is grumbling and tossing me into a hollow. "Gotta bury the evidence," I think chap said. Lad covers me in dirt packed firmly up to my neck. Gink brings tyler out, buries her head, and secures her feet with wooden stakes. After placing a ring gag in my throat, gink unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then guy 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: 33:01
Video: 1920×1080, AVC (H.264), 4827kbps
Audio: 120kbps

File size: 1.2 GB