The Hive: Swarm of Slaves

She was sleeping in her cage when the lights and sprinklers turned on. She used to bruise herself against the bars when this happened, but that was a long time ago.

She still gasped. The water was like ice on her skin. When the sprinklers shut off, she opened the cage door and crawled out, the water running down her hair and piercings. The voice of the Hive was in her ear. It demanded she assume the position. The Hive spoke to her and she could only obey. It was good that she was already on her hands and knees.

She padded around the room on all fours. The floor close to the walls was soft, rubberized. She keep her head down but she knew when she reached a corner. She know when she needed to offer her sex, or offer her mouth, or debase herself like an animal. She start to warm up as she crawled. She felt the heat start between her legs. She wasn't wearing a chastity belt but she couldn't touch herself if she tried.

She grovelled from one corner to another with her head down and her buttocks wagging. The Hive commanded and she sat. She knelt. She rolled over and begged. It wanted her limber. It wanted her wide-awake. The Hive also wanted to remind her of her place, but she already knew it.

After ten minutes of crawling and kneeling, after ten minutes of presenting her holes and reviewing her slave positions, the Hive released her and she crouched. She knelt in front of the dildo on the wall. As she took it in her mouth, her lips pushed it backward. There was a

click

as a valve opened and she get her first drink of the day.

* * *

The house was larger than she needed. But then, she almost never went outside. Cleaning the house gave her something to do. Today she was scrubbing the floors. On her knees, naturally. The Hive would never permit her to use a mop. She scrubbed everything by hand. The weights swung from her nipples as she crept along the floor.

The Hive told her that she missed a spot. She feel a stab of discomfort as it voiced its disapproval. It saw everything. And why shouldn't it? There were cameras and microphones everywhere.

The Hive did not get tired. The Hive did not get bored. It barked a command and she scrubbed faster. Faster. It had a schedule for her and she didn't want to be punished. The last time she was slow with the chores it had made her scrub the entire house with a brush gag. Her neck had been sore for days.

* * *

She was doing pushups and every time she lowered herself she took a dildo into her mouth. It took practice but now it was a single smooth movement. She dipped down, breathed in, and sucked the phallus to its base. She knew she ought to be proud. She pushed off and the dildo slid out between her lips. A little thread of spit connected her to the phallus, then was gone. She reach the top of the movement and started back down.

She don't know how many more of these she had to do. The Hive kept count. It told her when to stop. It knew her limits better than she did. Many times it had pushed her--pushed her until her arms shook and her breath burned in her lungs. She thought she would collapse, but it spoke to her and she kept going. She kept going even now. She did it for the Hive.

* * *

She poured her breakfast out of the blender and into the dog dish on the floor. This was the first of two daily meals and she was looking forward to it.

The mush was nutritious (she'd eaten little else for the past five years) but it had almost no taste or texture. She ate it on her hands and knees. A clumsy position, to be sure, but now it came to her as easily as sucking cock. She'd forgotten how to eat with knife and fork. Her lips and tongue were all she need to lap up her food. A lot of it still ended up on her cheeks and jaw but that was the idea. Only people could eat without making a mess. Animals couldn't help but get it on their faces.

The Hive was speaking to her. She wasn't supposed to enjoy her food so it reminded her of her shortcomings. She was still too fat, it told her. She was still too thin. Both things were true because the Hive said they were true. Her arms were flabby and her hip bones stuck out. Her dancing was sloppy and her cocksucking lacked endurance.

It was true. It was all true. Tears ran down her face and the mush began to taste of salt. The Hive laughed at her humiliation. She felt a stab of pleasure at the fact that it knew her so well.

* * *

She positioned herself over the squat toilet and emptied herself. She had no fetishes in this area so the Hive was silent. It allowed her to finish and wash herself.

The shower was another matter. Like the room with the dog cage, the water was not under her control. The Hive could blast it at her from any direction, as hot or as cold as it liked. She soaped herself on her knees. It told her where her hands should go. It made her start at her crotch and return there now and again. She scrubbed her arms slowly, gently, turning right and left for the benefit of the cameras.

The water turned on.

It was freezing.

She yelped but the Hive told her to be quiet. She hadn't been soaping herself sensuously enough and this was her punishment. The shower turned off and the Hive commanded her to start over.

* * *

Clean and dry, but still naked, she found herself chaining her steel collar and her nipple rings to her workstation. She set down the exercise ball, lubricated it with her mouth, and screwed herself onto the built-in phallus. She started to feel uncomfortably full. She had to bend over to chain up her ankle cuffs. This tugged at her nipples but it was all part of the plan.

She locked chains onto her wrist cuffs. The chains were loose but they constantly reminded her of her place even as she did the work of the Hive. Next she buckled on a combination headset-and-harness-gag. The headset allowed her to hear when others spoke. The gag allowed her to drool all over her chest. She start up the computer and logged into the Hive.

* * *

This was the Hive: Millions of submissives in bondage across the world. By themselves they were only human. Together, they were something more. The Hive was the perfect master. It never got tired. It never got bored. It never went too far or not far enough. It knew her better than anyone else knew her, and it gave her what she needed.

As she sat there, slowly bouncing on the phallus, she looked in on her fellow slaves. She saw that one needed punishment. She saw that another needed pleasure.

She

choose the punishment and the pleasure. It was the only time she was permitted to make decisions. Her actions combined with the actions of others and together they informed the Hive. Not one of them spoke, but a computerized voice spoke for them all.

* * *

The Hive released her and she unchained herself. The Hive barked a command and she settled back onto her knees. Once again she was just a lowly slave. But she had been good. She felt a thrill in her belly as the Hive praised her. Tonight she would sleep in a bed. Tonight, she would cum.

The bed had an elastic strap at each corner. The Hive told her to attach them to her wrist- and ankle-cuffs. She clipped the straps to her wrists and ankles. The straps were thick and short: she had to strain to move them. She put on the left leg-cuff and the strap pulled her leg straight. She put on the right leg-cuff and now both her legs were spread wide. She put on the left wrist-cuff and the strap started pulling her arm to the corner and she had to force it to stay in place. She put on the right wrist-cuff and now the bed was pulling on all four limbs. She relaxed and the straps pulled her into a spread-eagle position. She tried touching her genitals. It wasn't easy, but she managed. The straps keep forcing her hands away. The Hive ordered her to start masturbating, but she was not to orgasm without permission.

She keep touching herself. It felt so good, even if she had to fight the straps. She remembered waking up and crawling around. Crawling and presenting her body. She remembered scrubbing the floors on her hands and knees. Naked, in her own house, and watched from every angle. She remember eating from the floor like an animal, because she

was

an animal. She remembered bouncing on the exercise ball, feeling the dildo push and flex inside her cunt. She remember dominating her fellow slaves at a distance. She could still see their bodies bucking and twisting at her command.

She was so close now. She looked up--and there was a mirror over the bed. She saw herself and she was beautiful. Years of slavery and forced exercise have been good to her. Now every muscle was straining against the straps. Her arms were shaking, her legs were rigid. She was gasping and there was sweat on her face as she fought her elastic bondage. She was so close, it felt

so good

, but the Hive would not allow she to cum until she'd said the words.

"I am a slave," she said. "I am a slave. I am a slave!"

The Hive called her a good girl and that was the signal. She came all over her hands, and the bed, and herself. She screamed and squirted for the Hive.