You're lying in your cage when the sprinklers turn on. You used to jump at the cold, but that was a long time ago. The water stops. You open the door and crawl, dripping, out of your dog cage. The voice of the hive is in your ear. It demands that you assume the position. It is a good thing you're already on your hands and knees. You grovel from one corner to another with your head down and your buttocks waving. The hive commands and you sit. You kneel. You roll over, and you beg. The hive wants you limber. The hive wants you wide-awake. The hive also wants to remind you of your place, but you already knew that. After ten minutes of crawling and reviewing your slave positions you kneel in front of the dildo on the wall. As you take it in your mouth, your lips push it backward. There's a click as a valve opens and you get your first drink of the day...