Insex - Caged (Endurance) - 101's 48 Hour Live Feed Day 1

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Encaged is the documentation of day one of 101's 48 hour Live Feed. Her ordeal is chronicled across the lump by a clock in the background. The cell is so taut that she cannot arch her forearms upward to get ease from her position. Her held capability to budge is confined farther by iron stocks that hold her neck in position. The spider gag is tucked so that her open facehole is ideally aligned with the lush opening situated at face height in the cage. Clips wring her sensitized nips and are utilized to sway her and her cage. Afterward, she gives a reassuring smile, as tho' anticipating the torture that is yet to come. A triple-wicked candle is positioned under her feet. She shifts in petite increments (which is all that her restriction allows) as an try to find ease from the flames. Her palms are tied to the rear corners, farther limiting movement. The nip clamps are removed, accompanied by her screams. Her subsequent demand for a cigarette is granted, an clearly benign gesture, until it is taken from her and opportunely used on her large jugs that droop over the slats like ripe fruit. Afterward, the cigarette is stubbed out on her tongue. She is then made to water from a funnel. A steel cock is oiled and glided inbetween her thighs, so that her weight otters down upon it. And the candle still burns. Her dissatisfaction enlarges as minutes go by, turning to hours. 101 is given another cigarette out of pity, and the cell is laid down so that she can rest upon her back. When the cell is stood up again, 101's thighs, knees, and wrists are tied to the sides of the cage. An clyster tube is put in place and inflated so that once inserted, it cannot be expelled. An inflatable faux-cock and inflatable gag cram her other openings. The eroscillator is put to use. Iron prods are secured to the slats behind her. These can be plumbed inward, like a vice, pressing the front of her figure taut against the bars... Her jugs run in rivulets over the bars, as tho' asking for the nibble of a cane. After a caning, her jugs are also flogged. 101 is ultimately eliminated from the cage. Her forearms are tied behind so that her elbows meet. After her upper figure is secured, her thighs are tied stiffly to her ankles, leaving her helpless in a getting down on all fours position. She is unable to finish this, so it is poured onto the floor and she gobbles that way, smearing it over her face. After this humiliation, the prisoner is given another cigarette. She shifts around, attempting to find a comfy position. A broad collar is tightened around her neck. Her face blushes as collects. Her cheeks and chin still dirtied with mush, 101's eyes take on the look of the Damned. She is then secured in a scrupulously executed 21-point suspension, face up, gams spread, wrists corded behind. Her soles are caned. And the clock ticks. It is well past midnight. The cage, her first and longest torment, comebacks to her. She lies in it, forearms crossed above her heart as tho' resting in her coffin. Se is locked inwards once more, to spend the next few hours as tho' , waiting for day number 2 to begin.