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The music plays into her earphones, an upbeat pop song made discordant and piercing by layers of processing, turned into pure aural torture for the duration it is played. Worse, she has to dance on the livestream with the distorted and fried music video flashing epileptically on her screen, barely able to breathe through the bubbling liquid. Several hours more of acting cute in the hot and sticky dark, and she can finally lock herself in the cage below the bed, waiting for her mistress to feed and water her, and detach the liquid bottle so she may get at least a little sleep. At least the view counts were good today.

As usual, the waste bowl is only large enough for half her bladder, and she has to forcefully squeeze her sphincter shut, unable to truly relieve herself of the pressure which has been nagging at her mind all day. Tossing and turning on the thin mattress in the sweltering cage, she watches her mistress change out of her own sweaty suit, watches her shower and urinate and get ready for bed, listens to her deep and even breathing as she sleeps peacefully on the bed above.

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She has to, she just has to scratch that itch, just has to wipe that stream of annoying sweat, has to release the pressure at her bladder. She has to, she screams inwardly as she bucks and writhes and strains against the metal, and yet the metal does not budge. She sucks breath after bubbling breath from the thick and rotten-smelling liquid, and each laboured breath makes her struggle ever more valiantly, ever more uselessly against the metal bars which fix her in place.

No chains tether her, no cage impedes her progress, but for all her hours of struggling, she still stares fixedly at the same patch of floor, at the mitts which can find no purchase on the carpet. She needs to scratch, needs to wipe her dripping skin dry, but the itching and tickling only worsen the more she arches and twists her supple body against the metal, ravage and gnaw at her skin worse with each passing second she finds herself unable to scratch, unable to move for the thick and frame.

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