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

The sky is pitch black when I shoot up in bed. My skin is covered 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 again. I see a house in a small town I don’t recognize. A man in black grinning evilly as fellow throws me to the floor, tapes me up, and yanks my underwear off. My partner tyler is in the bathtub crying and convulsing with muzzle taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to assist her. I can’t even aid myself. I watch myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. This chub stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do immediately, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when guy nears. My skin is ravenous to feel its burn. Man touches it down to my breasts. Softly at 1st, then harder, so that red dotted rings appear around my nipples. Then that guy drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it tightly into my clit. I shout and groan in ecstasy. I am staked out with arms and legs spread wide and back arched over a thick, round log. Eyes closed, flesh 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 surrounded by woods and that same man with that same grin. Boy 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 chub looks back to smirk at our absurd waddling walk. The hard, splintery dildo inserted unfathomable into my cunt pokes and prods with every step, searching for a sensitive spot. Man tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, naked, helpless, and bound. Merely able to communicate with hopeless eyes and muffled bawls. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. Two of them, facing each another. And we are restrained to em, charged to share our suffering. Muzzles stuffed with wooden gags, our weeps mingle to create a single, agonizing tune. I watch tyler writhe under the ropes, rubbing her susceptive body against the tough, scratchy bark. I see the despair in her eyes. Female is trapped. And so am I. This chub strikes her with a thin tree branch ’till tits and thighs are overspread with red lashes. I cringe at the sound of each stroke and glance down at my own thin-skinned breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around them. My time will come presently adequate. The last thing I recall: boy is grumbling and tossing me into a cavity. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think man said. Chap covers me in dirt packed forcefully 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 face hole, this guy unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then 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

Video clip size: 2.6 GB