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411 survived many trials and tribulations over a 48 hour period, all in a specially-made chair. Day Number Two was the longest of the three-day ordeal. She shows tons of stamina, her remarkable easy-going nature weathering it all.
The day begins with mummification. 411 and the chair are made into one. The final layer of the mummification is silver duct tap. Her body is metallic in appearance. She looks to be a sculpture, certainly nothing living. But every now and then one of her feet will flex. Drool escapes in a long, thin stream. A bucket is placed under the chair and she urinates. It seeps out from the many seams, up and down her thighs. Time passes. When the multi-layered wrap is cut off her body, a film of sweat coats 411’s skin. She pees in the bucket again, the folds of her central vulva ripple, a little pink.
The chair back is folded down. 411 is strapped to it on her back so that she is deeply arched backwards, a painful position. Mr. Pogo is used on her, increasing the stress of her position. Her breasts are flogged as she is vibrated and fucked.
She is strapped to the chair in a sitting position, the top part of her body folded down over her thighs. This gives a marvelous view of her ass and labial flower as gloved fingers probe her asshole. She is ass fucked. A vibrator runs back and forth over her clitoris. The labia have opened, soft, plush, and pink. A leather paddle brightens both cheeks of her ass cherry red. The cane follows, bringing forth the first of her screams for the day.
She is shackled to the chair in a reclined position, her legs up and spread. A hook is placed in the vaginal vestibule, stretching her genitals just enough to get a good look at her vulva. The insertion of a metal stim into her urethra is accomplished. The folds of her labia have retracted, creating a dark, secretive slit. The stim is removed, its purpose having been to enlarge the urethral opening enough to slip in a catheter. Lube is inserted and the catheter is put in place. A clamp is pressed onto 411’s left outer labia. A needle spears through the flesh with not a peep from 411. Two more needles pierce that lip and three more pierce the right outer labia. Her pussy is fattened rolls of flesh bristling with needles. Heavy thread is woven about the needle ends and tied off, holding the catheter bag. As it slowly fills throughout the ensuing hours, the needles will be tugged downward, increasing her pain. She is unshackled from that position, her eyes drowsy from the surge of endorphins brought on by the piercings.
411 is placed in a sitting position with her arms strapped to the chair back. Her legs are strapped wide. A plastic bag is taped over her head. The metal posture collar is bolted to the chair so that she is held firm. As the next torment is prepared, her face, as seen through the collapsed bag, is haunting, her eyes focused upward, steam collecting about her nostrils. Water fills the bag, rising about her face. She must drink in order to keep from drowning. Rivulets of water leak out, wetting her breasts. She drinks and drinks, now faster, choking. After a long period of this, her stomach is distended. She looks sick. The catheter bag hanging from the needles begins to fill. When the bag is removed from her face, her relief is obvious. But then the tube from the catheter bag is led to her mouth. She must drink her urine.
Her nipples are pulled taut with cord. Metal skewers are plunged through her breasts, the first entering through the side, the other driven downward from the top. 731 is brought in, her arms bound behind. She is given the tube to drink 411’s urine, giving relief to 411. All of he needles are then removed from 411. Her pussy, blood spattered, has gone rosy.
411 is placed in a clear latex cat suit and laced into a cupless corset. Her breasts tumble out the holes in the cat suit, drooping over the corset. An inflatable hood makes her head into a balled balloon. The vibrator goes to work. When she comes, her cries resound, echoing inside the rubber. Her vulva is engorged, having blossomed outward, three thick mounds of hot flesh.
Afterward, the chair is folded into a bed-like recline. She rests, preparing for day number three.
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