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Day Three of 411's forty-eight hour feed begins with 411 looking sleepy. She sits in the chair, naked. The purple bruising on her breasts are clear reminders of what has gone before. Her pussy is sleepy also, a thin, relaxed strip of flesh.
After sponging herself clean, having her morning piss, and applying her make-up, 411 is once more strapped to the chair. This time it has been configured into the position of a gynecological chair, though for her, straps have been added to assure full compliance.
What proceeds next is her morning shit, a half hour long enema scene that begins with the insertion of an inflatable ass plug that will feed liquid into her bowel. She moans with the insertion and inflation of the plug, in obvious discomfort. As the enema bag empties, her stomach inflates, distended from all the liquid. Fluid begins to spurt out around the plug, so the plug is removed. But she's instructed to hold it. Even so, some water squirts out of her ass.
She is told to allow it to come out. But then told to stop. This goes on, with her having to marshal all her effort to control the discharge of fluid. As the fluid begins to take on a murky brown appearance, he pokes on her belly. 411's humiliation is clear. After all the piercing and suffering of her two prior days, she says this is the worst thing ever. As solid masses begin to peek out her butt, she also pees, adding more color to the scene.
Now that she has been relieved of excess baggage, her position is changed. The chair back is pushed forward to an upright position. Her wrists are shackled to the chair arms and her ankles shackled to the forward legs of the chair. A pan of hot coals is placed beneath her seat. Her body is painted with oil, the paint brush slathering oil about her pubic area. Her pussy has awakened. It appears as a round fleshy mass with a vertical fold. Her body shimmers with oil. She begins to squirm, her ass and pussy glowing red from the heat. The metal rungs of the chair conduct more heat. She can hardly lift herself from the seat. Her pussy swells, hanging loose and open. She pisses on the charcoal. (Pissing may well be 411's response to almost everything.) The charcoal hisses and sputters, going to steam.
The coup de grâce of the three-day event is a massive caning scene. She kneels upon the seat of the chair, bent over so that her ass and thighs are prominently displayed. Her ankles are shackled as are her wrists. Her head, upside down, is locked into stocks below the level of her knees. The caning begins on her left foot, one blow at a time. But soon, she sustains a rain of blows on calves and thighs. Before long, her left thigh and ass show a laddering of welts. 411 absorbs the waves, processing, rocking as a way to dispel the bursts of pain. The cane begins on the right foot. From this angle, we can see her foot being caned and her face at the same time, seeing the immediate affect and her method of accepting the pain, breathing through it. The slap of the cane resounds. She takes blow after blow without much sound. 411 appears to be locked in a continual wash of pain as the blows fall without a break. Her thighs and ass are a mass of red and purple stripes. The cane shreds her. As he begins to talk of finishing up, saying that he is satisfied, she says (remarkably) that she can take more! What a greedy pain slut! He tries different instruments on her, bringing out a very hefty cane, larger than the woody. She emits the loudest sound so far, but hardly a full-fledged scream. It raises an immediate bubble of a welt as her ass swells. She says she can't judge between strokes anymore. The carnage of her ass and thighs appears as nothing but line after line of deeply colored welts, many embedded within prior welts.
She sits gingerly afterward, subdued. At the end, we see the 411 sparkle again, as though she is waking up.
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