Cast: Tyler Scot, 411
Genres: BDSM, Bondage, Dildo, Out of doors, Suspension, Fire, Caning, Vibrator, Tits Torture

The sky is pitch black when I shoot up in bed. My body 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 one more time. I watch a residence in a small township 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 companion tyler is in the bathtub screaming 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. Bloke stands above. Smoking. Watching. Deciding what to do instantly, what the next torture will be. The heat of his cigarette warms me when lad nears. My body is hungry to feel its burn. That guy touches it down to my breasts. Softly at 1st, then stronger, so that red dotted rings appear around my teats. Then chap drags it slowly down across my stomach and presses it tightly into my clit. I bawl and shriek 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 skin, an ornament for his lawn. Then there’s a cabin enclosed by woods and this same man with this 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 chub looks back to smirk at our absurd waddling walk. The intense, splintery dildo stuck in unfathomable into my vagina pushes and prods with each step, searching for a delicate spot. That chub tethers us to a tree and leaves us there, undressed, wide-open, and fastened. Merely able to communicate with despairing eyes and muffled screams. Simultaneously, we strain to free ourselves. I remember trees. 2 of them, facing any other. And we are restrained to them, forced to share our suffering. Mouths stuffed with wooden gags, our cries mingle to create a single, hurtful tune. I see tyler writhe under the ropes, rubbing her thin-skinned body against the tough, scratchy bark. I see the despair in her eyes. Lady is trapped. And so am I. This guy strikes her with a thin tree branch ’till tits and thighs are overspread with red lashes. I cringe at the soundtrack of every stroke and glance down at my own sensitive breasts, made purple and bulbous by the leather around em. My time will come soon enough. The last thing I recall: gink is grumbling and tossing me into a apperture. ÒGotta bury the evidence, I think buddy said. Buddy covers me in dirt packed forcefully up to my neck. Guy brings tyler out, buries her head, and secures her feet with wooden stakes. After placing a ring gag in my muzzle, guy unzips his pants and relieves himself, spraying pee all over both of us. Then that chub walks away, abandoning us. I am left with that picture 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: 1:13:11
Video: 1920×1080, AVC (H.264), 4782kbps
Audio: 105kbps

Video clip size: 2.6 GB