It's been 5 days since you slept. After your episodes on the shrooms, it is clear your mind is breaking, almost no trace of who you were, memories or experiences exist. Your mind is so far gone, you no longer feel the aching pain of hunger. All you can think about is sleep.

You barely notice, or even care you hear a door opening as you lay on the ground. You feel something being wrapped around your wrists than being pulled up by them.

As I stand there after pulling you up, assessing your state of mind, looking at your state of filth, examining your body. I reach behind me a grab the hose, adjusting the fire noise to a full, powerful and stinging stream.

You feel the ice cold water hitting you, but you are too exhausted to struggle against it. You feel as the stream passes over your body, time after time. Finally it cuts off, you dangling, soaking wet and freezing.

I walk up to you, roughly grabbing you by the chin, looking deep into your blank eyes. You attempt to utter something, but the words will not form. I pull your head close and whisper in your ear, "Good girl. We can begin your programming now.". I place the VR headset over your head, pulling the collar tight and locking it into place.

All you see is darkness, hear silence and feel the collar tight against your skin. You fall to the floor as your hands are freed. A few moments pass and then the screen flashes to life. You see a room around you, and hear a voice begin to speak. "Welcome to the second stage of your programming. Today we will begin to replace your lack of identity and begin to form you into the perfect object, a full service slave." The screen goes dark. You start to hear something, faint, as if it is your mind playing tricks, then slowly growing louder. The screen flashes back on. You've seen this before. What was it called? Hypnosis. You can feel the words imprinting on your fragile mind, the visions of naked bodies and words and sex burning into your soul....

Two days have passed since the VR headset was locked to your head. Your mind numb from the repetitive trance you have been in. You lay on the floor, barely able to move, weakened by starvation and lack of sleep. Your mouth hangs open, a puddle of drool on the floor. And yet, as all this is taking place, it visibly evident you are aroused, your thighs wet as your cunt leaks constantly.

I stand watching you on the monitors, waiting for the signs of your programming being completely embedded upon your mind. I can see your pussy juices glistening, I know it is beginning to work. A grin cracks along my face when I see your arm move, slowly guiding your hand between your legs.

You can't believe what you are doing. Why? Why after all this am I so aroused? But your fingers feel good as they begin rubbing your clit. Lightly at first, then harder, faster as lust fills your body. You begin uttering "This slave is made for pleasure, for it's masters pleasure. It must always be wet and ready". An expression of shock comes across your face as you realize you're repeating it again and again, but it feels right to you. You begin breathing heavier, deeper breaths as you continue, the phrase coming out in gasps. Your body begins to shutter, your back arching, legs begin to spasm. What feels like an eruption drenched your hand, you let out a powerful moan, your mind goes BLANK as the pleasure crashes in waves across your body.

I watch, seeing your body fall limp afterwards, short shallow breaths barely escaping your chapped lips. Good, it's about time I think to myself. I open the door and slide in a mattress against the wall. I kneel down in front of you and slowly pour some water in your mouth. I gently pick you up and place you on the small mattress. You hear a click as the collar unlocks. You feel your arms being bound behind your back, but are far to feeble to resist. I whisper gently in your ear, " Good girl, time for the next stage of your programming. ".

You feel something being inserted in your pussy then your ass, a large bump against your clit. What is it? What is he doing to it now? The door closes. The VR headset dims, but still visible, the headphones much more quiet now. You think to yourself that you can finally sleep. Just then you feel it. It starts slowly, building in intensity until it's almost to much vibration, than crashes down suddenly. Over and over it goes, each wave making your clit throb, more intense each time. "How am I going to sleep?" you ask yourself. But your body takes over, the exhaustion finally winning...