The janitor cleans many warehouses but there's only one that he fantasizes about. He calls the people he works for "freaks" but he's starting to realize he's really a "freak", himself. Last week she was in this cage, but this time her head is locked between the cage bars and a metal head harness (branks, scolds bridle) holds her mouth agape. He cannot resist this improvised cunt hole. It will have to do for he cannot ply the slither tube. It is plugged shut and padlocked by a contraption with petals that are cranked wide inside her love hole (Pear).

The vapors rising from the accumulator scream tank envelops the Throne's new morsel. Now caressed and infused with its insidious lust her mind dreams the horrors of all those who have sat upon the Throne. She is jarred awake by the disembodied voice of her liege. Speaking through his tablet he lets her know that he will be back in a day. In the meantime he activates a sound generator that is converted into electrical pulses connected in her neither world. Thus over great distances he is ever present — like spooky actions at a distance.

High in the rafters she is not alone. Mud-wasps, bats, and flies buzz and swop about her. But she labors also, the sweat forming maddening, tickling, rivulets that drip off the trembling labia. She must hold her legs spread – the apparatus that clutches her (gibbit) is engineered so as the legs grow weaker she impales herself on a cone shaped spike stretching her vulva. To overcome this splitting fatigue she discovers that a rhythmical spreading of her legs is less tiring. Diabolically, the machine that torments her also is her ecstasy.

Bella Rossi visits the farm and is instructed in electrical torments. Her subject is crammed into a small hanging cage and readied with the head yoked between the cage bars, the jaw stretched wide to avoid touching a large wired dildo locked in her mouth, at the other end an electric butt rod is buried deep in her asshole to complete the circuit. Thus, we delight watching Bella, a blossoming sadist, terrorize the caged cunt.

Did angelene lose weight like a good girl, or will she face harsh punishment and humiliation in Insex Fat Camp 2? During angelene's second Live Feed, she learns that a cattle prod is integral to an exercise regimen, and that a cane leaves long-lasting bruising impressions. For a complete clean out, plug her ass and administer an ugly-tasting fast-acting laxative, giving it time to work its magic. Though in angelene's case, the messy bursts clear the room, leaving her hanging alone in her cage, awaiting her next ordeal. angelene's neck and wrists are locked onto the wall, holding her in a sitting position. Her "chair" is a post with a dildo that spears up inside of her. Sweat gleams on her face and chest, forming droplets as her endurance is sorely tested. She bargains cane strokes for two short periods of sitting on a real stool. Before the caning, however, it is time for exercise. Sit-ups, push-ups, and jumping jacks take on an element of terror as cyd stands by with a cattle prod, delivering quick punishment if she tries to rest. She gasps for breath after three minutes of breast-bouncing jumping jacks, ashamed that she is still out of shape. Locked down onto her hands and knees, angelene awaits nineteen cane strokes. She's lost two and a half pounds, with fifteen big ones still to go – that's fifteen cane strokes. Plus the four cane strokes for which she bargained. An agonizing, paced caning follows. angelene is soon reduced to tears. Each stroke sends waves of shock rebounding through her body. After nineteen whacks, a series of severe hash marks line her ass. cyd gives her a moment of tenderness. Her sphincter is lubed and a large butt plug with a dangling chain is pushed into her hole. She's locked into the bird cage, her wrists shackled. She sucks an ultra fast-acting laxative from a feed bottle. The taste of the stuff looks to be a torment in itself. Her face contorts with every sip. She's hooded and the waiting begins. Her pussy languishes, the labia folded together. As the pressure mounts, cyd tickles her, then shocks her with the cattle prod. It's not until she's in quite a lot of distress that cyd "pulls the plug". But nothing happens. It appears she's locked up in more ways than one. Then the gush begins, splatting beneath her, both solid and liquid. Her asshole protrudes. cyd holds his nose. She's left hanging as the crew escapes to a more hospitable atmosphere. And so begins the wait for Insex Fat Camp 3.