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The Live Feed begins with 731 in containment, a metal box that is fairly roomy by Insex standards. She can sit up and fully straighten her legs. The front opening of the box is covered with a metal grate. 731 pees into a metal pan, the hiss of her urine patters against metal. Her wrists are shackled to the upper corners of the grate. Her ankles are shackled to the lower corners. Her clit is stroked in deft caresses with a small artist’s paintbrush. Her clit hood ring distends the flesh slightly. Her labia trail downward. 731’s lips are loose, her eyes drowsy, shuddering in small shudders with each stroke of the brush.
Then she is shackled in the same position on top of the box, sitting, her legs and arms spread. The long dark seam that hides her genitals runs vertically between her thighs, like a wound. A wide collar is buckled onto her neck. Throughout the evening, the collar will be incrementally tightened to restrict air intake. A ball gag is put into her mouth, causing further distress. 731 is very game at this point, willing to take everything he metes out. A gold chain is threaded through the hood ring and slid back and forth, gently stimulating her clit. Her nipple is locked to her clit. The paintbrush dabs at her pussy again. The clit hardens, shiny and swelled. The brush moves up to her nipple, nudging it back and forth softly. The vibrator makes an early appearance, blurring the clit ring as it oscillates against the head of the vibrator. 731’s eyes are dreamy.
She is bent over on her knees with her head on the box, holding her ass cheeks wide, showing her sphincter. A rubber-gloved finger plunges into her hole and retracts. In. Out. An ass plug is pushed inside, lube running in a slick trail down across her cunt and clit. She is shackled into the same position again and the collar about her neck is tightened. High heels are slipped onto her feet. A plastic bag is worked over her head and tied off around her neck. The vibrator returns. The plastic bag collapses against her face with each breath. As she comes, she coughs, ejecting the butt plug. He tightens the collar again. She chokes, her voice now high and constricted from the affect of the collar. Her ankles are raised higher so that her asshole is seen also. Her cunt is shiny with lube, the wavy margins of her pussy having grown fat and luscious.
She is standing and wearing a corset, the collar, and the heels. Her wrists and elbows are bound tightly behind her back. Clamps are attached to her nipples and heavy weights drag them downward. Hooks pull the corners of her mouth wide, creating a grotesque smile, like the grimace of a corpse. A nose hook is tied above. Her knees and ankles are strapped together. 731 becomes dizzy and unresponsive. It appears that the combination of corset, collar, and hooks on her face have finally bettered her resolve. He sits her on a chair and removes the corset and the clamps.
She is placed back into the metal box and her head is pulled upward through a hole in the top and locked in place. Her face is slapped with a wooden ruler. Flexible tubing is pushed up her nose into the back of her throat. Forceps reach into her mouth, fishing about. The tube end is grasped and pulled out. It is then forced up into the other nostril. This is pulled out of her mouth also. When it is finished, the black tube crosses from nostril to nostril across her septum. The two ends protrude from her mouth. Thick metal rings are locked around her neck one after another, stacked, stretching her neck. A deep penis gag is thrust into her mouth and throat, and the nose hook pulls her nostrils upward again.
She is strapped spread-eagle to a large metal grate. The grate is suspended. She is flogged. Her lips and face scrunch as she deals with the pain. Then a cane comes out. Her cries escalate. She tries to slip away, but can’t move an inch. 731 sobs. Cruel blows resound through her body, taking a second or more to fully register. When the pain finally hits, she is swamped. No more kind dabs with the soft bristles of the paintbrush. She takes several more severe hits, the waves washing over her. The butt plug is ejected. A singletail is added to the mix. After the cane, she almost appears to sigh with each “kiss” of the whip.
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