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.