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.