All characters in this story are 18+. Be warned that it contains extreme anonymous internet cruelty and near-snuff.
The sterile white cube had a few girlie accessories that made it look like a teenager's bedroom. But behind the door was not a loving family's home, just endless rows of identical storage units dressed up like teenagers' bedrooms, each with a desperate female cam girl inside, masturbating on camera twenty-four hours a day and seven days a week just for a chance to afford the rent on her streaming room.
In this particular unit, the long cinnamon-haired streamer was taking an unscheduled break. The only movement on-screen was the hypnotic swaying of her breasts synchronized with the piston ramming in and out of her mouth, making wet gluks for the 600 viewers. The rubber cock was as thick as a baseball bat and just as long. Combined with the metal rod it was attached to, it penetrated the girl from mouth to stomach every second.
The machine slowed down and the girl came alive around it with painfully muzzled coughs until she extracted her throat from the pole to cough properly, her breasts bouncing up a storm as she did.
"I... passed out?" Laci said to her camera once she remembered who she was and why she was naked. "And you were watching me this whole time? I'm so embarrassed. How long did you guys fuck my throat?"
She checked her screen with a hub of all the latest stats and vitals. Every two hours, Laci did a deepthroat cheer-train. She set the timer on her throat-fucker for five minutes, and any of her viewers could prolong the gag-fest by another five minutes by sending a digital cheer at the cost of one dollar.
"Forty minutes! Oh My God, you guys are so amazing! Thank you so much." Laci tried to maintain her cheerful online persona though her voice was raw from a bruised larynx, and the time she spent passed out was not nearly restful enough to compensate for her complete lack of real sleep since she started her new career three weeks ago.
She kept her smile but something made Laci's face scrunch in a deep wince and clutch her abdomen below the left breasts. "Hmph ahh... ahh... ahh..... Thank you... so much... DieLaci69.... for hmmph... for adding the length of your cock to the dildo in my ass with your nine-dollar donation. Are you enjoying watching it crawl nine inches deeper into my ass on the bowel cam?"
The heart rate displayed on the screen betrayed Laci's calm demeanor at having her digestive system violated so thoroughly without analgesics. The Colon Snake indicator was at a record 137 inches and the camera mounted at the end showed the glossy pulsating flesh of her small intestine struggling with the notion of a fist-size invader making it this far.
"It's getting so deep in there. Keep it up guys and you might see it come out of my mouth!"
She did not announce it to her fans, but with that latest donation (minus the 80% cut from TinyTeensLive), she had made rent with one whole week left in the month. This would be a triumph for most streamers considering every young woman on the planet was competing in the same field; cam-girl turned out to be the only job robots and AI could not steal. But the up-and-comer couldn't celebrate yet; she had taken a substantial loan to buy all the latest tech that could give her an edge. The interest alone on the Throat Buster, the Colon Snake, the Sybian chair, and the Digital Feedback Choker was more than her living and internet costs combined.
Anyone crazy enough to lend money to a streamer was crazy enough to harvest her organs if she missed too many payments, so Laci was all in.
Her mom always said of her shy daughter that she was too plain-looking to make it in today's sex economy. Well, take that, mom! And if you're watching, please subscribe.
"We're going to do a cum drinking session now, but I want to remind my amazing subscribers that you can activate my vibrator whenever you want. I know, I know, you like to wait until the last minute, but we cut it way too close yesterday and the orgasm goal doubles every day. If you're new to the channel, the collar I'm wearing is programmed to start choking me to death if we don't reach the daily orgasm goal. It rates my orgasms by intensity and gives them a point value. If you click the pink heart button, my vibrator will turn on and we'll get some more points on the board. It's completely free for subscribers and you can click it as often as you want.
Laughing emojis flooded the screen. The dildo inside her pussy and the clitoral attachment remained untriggered.
Laci wasn't bluffing. It was by design that she could not remove the collar or activate the Sybian herself. And with the pain of the Colon Snake in her guts and the frequent throat violations, she had a near-impossible time reaching climax without help. Risking her life for the enjoyment of her fans was the gimmick of her channel, but Laci didn't expect they would prefer to perversely watch her suffer and never let her cum.
The disappointing 1903 / 8388608 counter started flashing red as a 15-minute warning before the black choker around her neck would start wringing the life out of her. It was a thrill she was ready to channel into a massive orgasm if someone would just click the fucking button.
She remained cool and collected. All smiles. "Let's see who else's cum I'm going to be guzzling today. Big Load, is that all yours? Oh my god, there's so much this time! How long did it take you to fill this whole jar?" Laci held a 64 oz transparent container to the camera and sloshed its thick, off-white contents around before popping the lid off.
B1G-L0AD: Drink it all, you stupid bitch.
"Mmmm, you don't have to tell me twice, Big Load; it smells delicious."
The stench was nauseating and Laci gagged harder than on the throat-fucker. The only way to conceal her disgust was to hide her face behind the tipped jar while letting the lumpy cum slide down her sore throat. A half-gallon of room-temperature cream was not going to ruin her dream of becoming a successful streamer after coming so far.
Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp..... "Oh god," she said with a mustache of glue before almost returning some of the progress back in the jar, "it's so good. I can tell you were thinking of me when you made it. I would love it even more if you made me cum while I drank."
Her chat laughed at her, and the seat remained lifeless. Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp.....
It took her 15 minutes to guzzle down all of the jizz and make a show of scooping the sticky, bottom leftovers and licking her fingers. She had her eyes closed for most of it and time ran away from her. It was the collar that reminded Laci the day's cycle had come to an end.
"Oh God, it's starting. It's choking me." She truly was expecting vibrations now and began losing her cool. "Is it broken? Are you guys clicking!?"
Laughing emotes and messages about watching her die continued to flood her chatbox. She knew it wasn't broken; no one was clicking the orgasm button. She had no regrets, except maybe buying a choking collar.
The viewer count rose to 700 people, all watching Laci desperately grind the inert rubber nub of her seat and bounce on its fake cock while trying to disregard the pain in her gut as she incidentally stirred the entire length colon snake. But of those, only twenty or so were subscribers with the power to make her cum. She could get one orgasm on her own, maybe strong enough with the adrenaline of the near-death experience to count as a thousand points for the choker's algorithm, but that was a drop in the ocean this close to the finish line.
She came hard and the counter increased by 1037, a hollow victory that she had no chance to repeat without assistance. Laci's strength was all but gone. Her face was turning red and her eyes were rolling to the back of her head when the seat came alive, vibrating against her clit and gyrating the vaginal insert.
The bluffers had folded. The Sybian's intensity scaled with the number of clicks and worked its magic instantly. Laci wasn't intentionally making an ahegao show of it; her tongue stuck out on its own. She couldn't help but waste the precious air she had left on moans before the collar became too tight for any sound to escape. Her orgasm score was rising, but the number that would release the choker's hold still seemed hopelessly out of reach.
Then came a wave of new subs, a handful of good samaritans who were willing to pay the 5$ sub***********ion fee just to click the button and potentially save the cute streamer's life. The intensifying noise of the machine was drowning out Laci's faint dying gasps.
Same as every day, it came down to those who wanted the power of having someone's life in their hands. Their cursors hovered over the button as they waited until the light in Laci's eyes started to fade...
When they decided that they had seen enough, their added clicks made Sybian overclock and run hot. Each of the girl's muscles tensed so hard you could see the path of the colon snake across her tummy. The orgasm score shot up faster than Laci's IQ points were dropping. Past the apex of her mind-blowing orgasm, the girl's arms fell limp to her side, and she remained motionless even after the counter reverted to its green color and reset to 0 / 16777218, coincidentally matching her heart rate.
Again there was a quick moment of panic when Laci resumed brain function. Cold and exposed, she covered her breasts while looking for clues. The camera, the scrolling angry messages about white knights ruining it for everyone else, her fake bedroom, and the jars of cum, some empty, some full... It was all coming back to her. She unhooked her hand-brassiere and forced a natural-looking smile.
"Wow, another close one today, huh? Thank you to everyone who was generous enough to let me stream for you guys at least one more day. Oh, there's a bunch of donations coming in! You guys are the best!" Laci braced herself for the sound of the machine that fed her asshole the long rubber dildo, watching her colon cam for the three extra feet that were coming her way.