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

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RAW Feed 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 relief from her position. Her restrained ability to budge is held farther by iron stocks that hold her neck in position. The spider gag is plunged so that her open throat is perfectly aligned with the obese opening situated at face height in the cage. Forceps squeeze her tender nipples and are utilized to wag 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 placed under her feet. She spins in puny increments (which is all that her limitation allows) as an try to find relief from the flames. Her arms are corded to the rear corners, farther restricting movement. The nipple forceps are removed, accompanied by her screams. Her subsequent demand for a ciggy is granted, an apparently benign gesture, until it is taken from her and opportunely used on her ample baps that droop over the bars like ripe fruit. Afterward, the ciggy is stubbed out on her tongue. She is then made to water from a funnel. A steel manhood is oiled and slid inbetween her thighs, so that her weight otters down upon it. And the candle still burns. Her dissatisfaction enhances as minutes go by, turning to hours. 101 is given another ciggy 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 corded 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 fuck stick and inflatable gag fill her other openings. The eroscillator is put to use. Iron prods are secured to the bars behind her. These can be torn up inward, like a vice, pressing the front of her body taut against the bars. Her baps cascade over the bars, as tho praying for the bite of a cane. After a caning, her baps are also flogged. 101 is ultimately eliminated from the cage. Her forearms are corded behind so that her elbows meet. After her upper body is secured, her hips are corded stiffly to her ankles, leaving her defenseless in a kneeling position... She is incapable to conclude this, so it is poured onto the floor and she tongues that way, smearing it over her face. After this humiliation, the prisoner is given another cigarette. She spins around, trying to find a handy 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 glance of the Damned. She is then secured in a accurately executed 21-point suspension, face up, gams spread, wrists corded behind. Her feet are caned. And the clock ticks. It is well past midnight. The cage, her very 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 two to begin.