(Erica's POV) Like an Animal

Erica runs through the woods. Deep inside, she knows it's a dream, knows that it's not real, as trees made of obsidian glass whizz past her vision. She wears the maid's dress that she's worn in her waking life for the last couple of days including the chastity belt, her feet bare against the cold hard ground. It is night, mist seems to rise from the ground. Still, in the light moonlight, in the barest forms of vision she has, it almost seems pink or red.

She stops for a brief moment, catching her breath as she leans against a tree, it's cold unyielding hardness only robbing her hand of it's warmth, not providing even the comfort of familiar nature, but only feeling like an alien presence. She was running because... it was a dream. As long as she could remember for the dream, it felt like she had been running. But then, she heard the sound of a branch snapping far away, and she felt the animalistic fear that had never quite left.

"Ah, have you grown tired yet, my little cow? Are you ready to come back to your pen, and submit to me, feel my warm firm hands on your soft udders, my hard cock in your wet dripping little pussy?" It was his voice, the voice of her mocking master, the one from the bench, from her dreams. The one where she gave herself to him after Rebecca had prepared him, the one where he had cum over her breasts. His harsh footsteps echoed through the glade, but she doesn't look back.

She runs, her body no longer tired but rushing with adrenaline. Still, she can't help but hear him, as he seems to keep pace with her. But while she feels like she runs as fast as she can, it feels like he only moves at a brisk pace, as his words echo to her through the cold still forest, not even betraying a lack of breath.

"Now, now, I know you're scared, but you've taken your training so well so far. Submit to me, and your life will be an unending pleasure. When you're mine, you'll be my happy little cow."

"No!" A single word, but one said with all of the resistance she can muster. Still, she can feel her body ache, with the exertion of her run. And beneath her belt, she can feel... her traitorous body begin to grow excited. His voice preceded pleasure. His voice preceded submission.

Still, despite not losing speed, it feels like she can't lose him. She has no destination, no hope of a place to lose his track. It only grows worse as she moves forward. Now, glass branches rub and scratch at her arms. She tries to avoid them, but the forest only grows more dense.

And then she feels a branch catch her dress. Her body moves, **** to find freedom, some of the fabric ripping away along her stomach. Just in time too, as she could swear she feels his hand along her back, grasping at her shoulder. Maybe he stopped, as it feels like his footsteps get more distant.

Only for another branch to snag along her clothing. She doesn't even pause, as the part of her dress that helps to hold her breasts up is torn away, a bit more of her flesh exposed to the barest moonlight. And ultimately to her pursuer.

"Oh, you're ruining your beautiful little dress. Still, I quite like you naked as well." His hand reaches from the dark and grabs her skirt, causing her to turn as her forward momentum is halted, only to turn and run as the skirt falls apart in his hands.

Her breasts pop free as she continues to run, but she can feel her body growing tired. Her captor runs with a practiced ease, a hunter hunting his prey, playing with it. Soon the back of her dress is gone as his hand emerges from the dark once again, the rest coming to tatters on countless branches. All while her body betrays her, growing tired, growing horny, her milk beginning to leak from her breasts, aching to release it with his firm grip.

The only scrap of clothing is that hated, but absolutely desired protection of the chastity belt. Her escape ends as she trips on a root, her body falling to the ground, the cold ground feeling so hard to her sensitive breasts. And then he is on her, pouncing on her like a predator to its prey.

He tackles her to the ground as she tries to stand, his own nakedness clear as she feels his hard cock rub against the soft flesh of her ass. His words taunt her, once again showing no sign of exhaustion, only the playful teasing of a game that she could've never hoped to win. "I've caught you. Now I get to claim you."

She moans, her body pressed to the ground by her master's strong, unyielding form. "No, please. Noo...." The no turns into a moan as his hands find her breasts, squeezing them. So full, so ready to give their bounty, little droplets staining the ground beneath her. His cock rubs against her ass, thrusting against the soft flesh.

But then his hands leave her breasts, going to her neck. She is scared, but is surprised as she feels metal wrap around not flesh. Her eyes look down, seeing a puddle before her. In the soft moonlight, she sees her face, red, almost carnal in appearance. And there, around her neck is a steel collar with a heart on it, just like Olivia's just like Rebecca's.

"This marks you as mine. Proves that you're my submissive little hucow. But that's not the only form of my power over you." She feels her master shift, his cock pulling away from the cheek of her ass. Only for cold air to touch her pussy, the cold ground against the flesh of her pelvis.

Her master's wonderful, firm, hard cock head rubs against her weak **** entrance, and she knows she wants it. She's so horny, so ready for him to take her like he has countless times before. As his hands go to her breasts, she thrusts them into his hands, wanting to release her bounty, wanting him to take what he wants from her. She lifts herself slightly, so that she can thrust back to meet him once he takes her. And almost unbidden, she releases a moan, that is not really a moan. "Mooo....."

And his cock doesn't move, doesn't take her, before her dream ends.