Cast: Tyler Scot, 411
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Dildo, Outdoor, Suspension, Fire, Caning, Vibrator, Tits 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 1 more time. I watch a residence in a small town 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 partner tyler is in the bathtub shouting and convulsing with muzzle taped and shirt over her head. There is nothing I can do to help her. I can’t even aid myself. I see myself alone, belted down to a card table, trembling in fear. Lad stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do now, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when guy nears. My body is hungry to feel its burn. Buddy touches it down to my breasts. Softly at 1st, then stronger, so this red dotted rings appear around my nipps. Then guy drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it tensely into my clit. I yell and shriek in . 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 body, an ornament for his lawn. Then there’s a cabin encircled by woods and that same man with that same grin. Lad strips us down and leads us into the wilderness like two on a single leather leash. Our legs are held open with branches and buddy looks back to smirk at our silly waddling walk. The fierce, splintery dildo shoved unfathomable into my cunt pokes and prods with any step, searching for a tender spot. Fellow tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, uncovered, wide-open, and restrained. Only able to communicate with despairing eyes and muffled yells. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. Two of them, facing each one greater amount. And we are fastened to them, to share our suffering. Throats stuffed with wooden gags, our screams mingle to create a single, grievous tune. I watch tyler writhe under the ropes, rubbing her hypersensitive flesh against the tough, scratchy bark. I watch the despair in her eyes. Damsel is trapped. And so am I. Gink strikes her with a thin tree branch until tits and thighs are overspread with red lashes. I cringe at the soundtrack of each 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: that guy is grumbling and tossing me into a apperture. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think bloke said. Bloke covers me in dirt packed tensely 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 face hole, man unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then gink walks away, abandoning us. I am left with that 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 fantasy . Right?

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

File size: 2.6 GB