INSEX FAT CAMP 1
Extreme pain, over the top humiliation, and a milk enema start angelene's weight loss program off with a spurt. Insex Fat Camp 1 is the first in a series of live feeds that will monitor angelene's fat. cyd pulls out all the stops, determined to 'whip' poor angelene into shape.
angelene strips. She claims to be 5' 3" and weigh 133 pounds, but a scale is produced and it says something different. 138 pounds. She's forced to stand with legs spread, holding bags of cookies at arm's length. A nose hook makes her look like a piggy. Chocolate bars stuffed in her mouth melt and drip down her chin. A felt tip marker draws circles around the problem areas on her body, naming them appropriately as 'pudge', 'fat', and 'gut' on her stomach, arms, ass, and thighs.
In this state of humiliation, she's shackled standing spread-eagle. She apologizes for being fat. Soon after, a cane zeros in on her 'gut' and whacks away. A length of coated spring wire is flipped against her skin, incredibly sharp and painful. Arms, thighs, and ass are targeted, one after the other. All of her designated fat spots receive the relentless attention of the cane until she's bawling. angelene whimpers, saying she's embarrassed and sorry. For this, she's bent over and given a pounding - one cane stroke for every pound overweight, plus five extra for lying about her weight to begin with. Twenty-three hard strokes in all! Poor little fat girl.
A milk enema finishes her off. Bound to a chair with no seat, the enema tube inflates on either side of her sphincter, locking it into her ass. As the milk rushes in, cramps wrack her body. The tube is clamped and left inside her ass, letting the milk do its work. She screams in agony. But after the tube is removed, nothing comes out. Threat of the cattle prod gets her shit flowing. He inspects her feces with care as she looks on, filled with shame.
After showing her pussy, she's locked into the metal box, shackled at ankles and wrists. A liquid feeding bottle is attached to the bars. It's all the nourishment she gets for the rest of the night.
At the end, she says the feed was worse than she expected. One hopes she'll remember her agony and lose weight. If not, we can only assume the next feed will go much worse for her.
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Release 2005
Size: 191 Mb
INSEX FAT CAMP 1
YX 24 HOUR part 1
As I lowered my body into the water, I realized that it felt cold…not freezing cold, but uncomfortable cold. I could deal with that, I thought. This would be easy compared to some of the plans that I knew Pd had for me. Once my body was in, Pd lowered this grill over the tub, so that I had about 4 inches between the water level and the top of the grill. He locked the grill into place so that I couldn’t escape. I began to shiver with the cold. My teeth chattered and I braced my arms against my chest…after all, I wasn’t bound. I could handle this, I thought. I shivered a little while longer, and then I say Pd place the hose in the tub. Warm water began to run into my watery prison. ‘Ahhhhhhhh,’ was all I could think or say. I positioned my feet so that the blessed warmth ran onto them. It did not take long to make the tub of water uniformly warm. Just as I was breathing my sigh of relief, I realized the true diabolical nature of Pd’s plan. He continued to run the water into the tub until there was only about 1-2 inches between the water level and the grill, and I had to position my nose between the bars on the grill. I could just barely hold my face above the water level. It was not very comfortable, but at least I was getting air.
"This is her rest period right now,’ said Pd to the audience. Inside my head, I scoffed at that remark. ‘Some rest,’ I thought. Even though I wasn’t happy about the predicament, I still felt that the scene was tolerable. As time went on, however, my feelings changed. I became very annoyed with bending my neck at such an unnatural angle to hold my face above the water. I began to feel extremely isolated due to my ears being underwater. It was an awful feeling…I could not easily hear things that were going on around me. I was alone, separated from and unaware of the surrounding happenings. I felt the feelings of isolation would soon drive me insane, similar to the effect of solitary confinement punishments in prison. I didn’t want to be there, trapped in this seemingly harmlessness but always potentially fatal substance. This idea of the danger of the situation was obviously ridiculous. My intellect knew that I could stay there for a long time, my emotions told me differently.
To complicate things, as if they weren’t bad enough, Pd took out this pole and placed it on my chest, pushing me down. I resisted. ‘Down you go,’ he said. I couldn’t believe that he was doing this to me. Finally I gave in, took a deep breath, and went where the pole took me…to the bottom of the tub. Or at least, it tried to take me there. I instantly struggled, because water ran right up my nose. I imagined the water flowing into me, trying to embrace my brain. Pd was thankfully very merciful, ceasing the torture with the pole. I began to get very nervous.
I saw a flash of orange…Violet was standing above the water. She climbed onto the cage and placed her beautiful body above the cage. This was a nice distraction! I was ordered to lick her with my tongue, and I happily did so. It was awkward, with the bars of the grill holding me back from pleasing her like I truly desired to. I did my best. I tasted her and licked her and enjoyed the warmth of her nether parts radiating down upon my face. After awhile, she got up. The grill was biting into her legs. I understood. I didn’t want such a sweet, adorable, wonderful girl to have to endure any of this torture with me.
When she was gone, Pd brought a tube over to my mouth. Its purpose was to relieve some of the strain on my neck. By taking the tube into my mouth I would be able to bring my head underwater and stop the annoyance in my neck. I understood this. I held my nose, accepted the tube, and went under. I was dismayed when I realized that this would not help me either. Water seeped in around the corners of my mouth. I didn’t like the feeling of having my head completely engulfed by the water. I gave up on the tube and decided to hold my face above water again, enduring the annoyance in my neck.
This scene was hell no matter what was done to modify it. My frustration sparked tears. I was really starting to go. I needed out. Pd saw the crying, and said, ‘I thought you’d enjoy this nice rest.’ I was taken aback by the statement, and was not afraid to express my feelings. ‘It’s not a rest,’ I whimpered. ‘It’s not a rest.’ I was told to think of an alternative to this torture. I couldn’t think. I just wanted out. Finally, I was told to beg to be allowed out. If the Insex audience was satisfied with it, I would be let out. I was more than happy to oblige, and I begged like I never had before. ‘Pleeeeaaase let me out,’ I said. They were merciful. I was given my freedom.
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Release 2000
Size: 144 Mb
YX 24 HOUR part 1
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Mila is bound, fitted with an inflatable hood, suspended, boxed and tied to a tubular frame for breast suction. Finally she is encased in a rubber suit and leather harness with an electric shock remote control as PD's very own robotic doll. The classic Mila article !
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Release 2000
Size: 73.1 Mb
PUMPING