Mind-broken Sluts

It won’t work. This plan of theirs won’t work. They can kidnap me, cut off my clothes and throw me in this tiny cage, but they won’t change me. I’m a proud woman. I have a well paying job, an education, I’m strong willed. It doesn’t matter how long they keep me in here, I’ll resist them until I get the chance to escape. They provided me with a bowl of water and a bowl of some disgusting slop made for dogs, it makes my stomach turn. I won’t eat dog food or drink from a bowl like they want. I won’t give in to them.

7 hours.

So thirsty. My mouth is bone dry. It’s only been a matter of hours but I’m not used to this. Even the water in that filthy dog bowl looks so appealing right now. They’re not going to give me any other water. How long can I hold out? I want to keep my pride. How can I respect myself if I give in and start acting like a pathetic animal so quickly. I have to resist. I won’t become their dog.

10 hours.

I’m pathetic. I can’t believe I’m on my hands and knees with my face in a dog bowl lapping away so eagerly. It’s so embarrassing but…I couldn’t resist. Every lap of water is just so good when you’re this thirsty. I guess there’s no point in resisting the water bowl now, but at least I won’t eat dog food. I can still keep some pride. I’m still a respectable woman I’m just doing what anyone on this situation would to survive. I won’t become their dog.

2 days.

Rumble. Rumble. My stomach won’t shut up. I’ve never been this hungry. Even that dog food smells so delicious now. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. It’s not normal to look at dog food in a bowl and want to bury my face in it and just gobble it down, slobbering all over it like a mindless mutt. It’s not right but damn it I’m starving here. I don’t want to but…is it really that disgusting? I mean I was so offended at the idea before but it’s not like I actually have any choice I just have to. I have to eat it.

Mmm. So tasty. I didn’t think dog food could be this good. I got some of the gravy on my face but I don’t really care. I already debased myself by burying my face in there like a beast. I must have looked so stupid and desperate just then. Still, it’s not like I’ve changed. I still hate this. I still hate this cage and the fact that I’m eating and drinking from bowls like a dog. I won’t become their dog.

7 days.

I feel like I’m losing my mind. How long will they keep me here? I haven’t spoken to another person in so long. I tried speaking to myself but they keep catching me and spraying water on me and saying ‘bad dog’ or ‘dogs bark’. It’s so humiliating and frustrating. They also left me a dog’s chew toy. One of those generic bone shaped squeakers that everybody’s mutt has. I don’t even know why they would think I would want it. They must be taunting me.

I’m still eating and drinking from the bowls. Somehow it feels normal now. It freaks me out. I was so defiantly against it but now it’s just like…of course I’m eating from a bowl. I eat from the same bowl every day and it just feels so routine now. So natural. I keep reminding myself that it’s not. I try to imagine eating from a plate with cutlery and proper human food. I won’t become their dog.

10 days.

There’s something in the food. I’m certain. Well that or the water. I’ve been feeling really strange the past few days and that’s the only explanation. It’s not like I’m adjusting to a new diet of kibble and bits or anything. It’s…well let’s just say there was a small pool of liquid in my cage and I was met with some rather vile comments from my captors like 'someone’s in heat’ and 'I have a nice bone for you here if you want’. I told them to shut their faces but once again got that horrible spray.

The arousal isn’t the only effect though. I’ve been noticing some other weird stuff. Not certain it’s possible that they could do this through any drug I’m aware of but I think I’m my mind is being fucked with. Like they’re implanting…thoughts in there. Terrifying thoughts. Stuff about being a good dog. Twisting my thoughts towards those of this dumb pet they’re trying to create. I’m starting to genuinely enjoy the dog food. Eating from a plate like a human seems…wrong to me. I know that’s fucked up but..but I just feel strange whenever I try to think about it. I don’t know what’s happening to me but…I won’t become their dog.

14 days.

Fuck. It’s getting really bad. The dog thoughts. They’re getting…stronger. I’ve been having dreams about fetching tennis balls and walking around a park on a leash. Occasionally in the dreams my owner calls me a good girl or good dog and I squirm and shiver in delight. I can’t help it. For some reason those words just make me melt. Make me jump. I want to be a good girl so badly I can’t stop the reaction.

I just keep getting hornier. I’m almost constantly dripping now and it’s crazy. I was genuinely contemplating one of their offers to stuff their cocks in me earlier and that’s so frightening. It’s like all I can think about is cock. I want to suck it. I want it in my pussy and my butt. I’m wriggling and moving about my cage in agony as I do my best to stay calm and not just start begging for their cock like they want me to. The only distraction when that happens is the chew toy. I bite down on it and it squeaks and I feel happy and I chew it again and it squeaks and so on. It’s surprisingly entertaining. I can’t really explain it. Maybe I’m further gone than I thought.

Then there’s my vocabulary. After so long being sprayed every time I try to speak English I’ve given in. I blame the dog thoughts that keep invading my head but I actually barked for them earlier. Like I wanted to say fuck you and instead I barked. It just came out of my mouth and for a few seconds I didn’t even realise it. I looked at the big grins on their faces and wondered why they were looking at me like that before I realised what I had done. Plus I’ve been losing words as well. Little everyday things that I humans use regularly. Like I remember eating from a big round flat circle thing but it’s like…the word just isn’t there. If I keep trying to think of the word for long enough my bowl pops into my head and I lose my focus. It’s so frustrating. It’s been happening more and more and I’m genuinely starting to worry. I think I’m actually becoming their dog…

16 days.

Words are…hard. I keep barking. Lots of words are gone. Words for people stuff. Words from my old life. It seems like a long…um…time ago. My thoughts are…um…slower and…uh…simpler. Long thoughts trail off. Easier to think about food and cocks. Very hot. Need cocks lots. Lots of cocks. Only barking now. Owners like that. They say 'good girl’. Makes me whimper. I like when they say good girl. Maybe if I bark more they will say it again. Maybe if I stick out my tongue. Maybe if I suck their cocks. Want to be good girl. Want to be good dog. Good dog…good dog…