Evelyn Bell, The Dreamer

The ground beneath Evelyn was cold, hard and rough, altogether unlike the bed she had laid down upon only moments before and as she peeled open her drowsy eyes the reason why become evident. She was laying on concrete. Confused and startled, Evelyn Shot up from the ground, the frigid air rushing past her body revealing the second shocking fact of the night. Her large Buxom Breasts swayed freely in the chilly air; pretty pink nipples already erect. As if the coarse caress of the concrete on her curvaceous ass wasn't hint enough. Evelyn nervously leaned forward, looking past her enviable breasts and the toned athletic core, she strived so hard to maintain, to the point between her legs, until she saw the flawless pale flesh of her meticulously maintained pussy mound. She was completely naked.

Evelyn bit back a scream, the only thought stopping her wail was the overriding fear of being found like this, naked, alone and lost. Her arms reached around her, grasping her breasts and loins in a **** attempt to hide her nudity as she rose to her feet. Brilliant blue eye's darted to and frow, hoping to find some clue on where she had found herself and what time it was. She found neither, the floors, walls and roof were as pristine as the floor she had risen from. There was no sign of any sign, nor clock, nor window, just a row of fluorescent lights that continued down the seamless concrete hall in both directions. "Where am I, and why am I naked!?" Evelyn thought, as she looked between the only two options she seemed to have. "Did I sleepwalk here? Did I sleep strip myself at my house or on the way, did anyone see!?" Evelen thought, her hands clenching even tighter around her sex, desperately wishing she would wake up from this nightmare. But she didn't, and the feelings her hands were beginning to give her as she tightened her grip on her lower lips seemed to confirm the dreadful reality.

Summoning all of her strength Evelyn began to march forward, cringing every time her bare feet slapped against the cold concrete floor and echoed deep down the tunnel she was traveling. Every step she took reignited her fear of being found and made her ever more conscious of her body. Evelyn was well aware of her beauty and the attention she drew, on most days she loved it, the wild look in men's eyes, even the ire of her less endowed piers. It made her feel special, like a modern-day princess walking among her subjects, and she had used that beauty, and that confidence, to get herself a successful career in modeling. But now, she couldn't help but feel like her beautiful body was painting an irresectable target on her back, if it hadn't already, if it wasn't the reason, she was naked, lost and afraid, walking down eerily illuminated tunnels she had never seen before, if this wasn't the sick and twisted game of a would-be **** that was following her, just out of sight, right now. That last thought made her pick up her pace.

Finally, Evelyn came to a crossroads, the hallway she was travelling abruptly ended, splitting into two identical paths. She carefully inspected both directions, desperately hoping her eyes would catch some clue as to which way would lead her closer to her home, or even just to the surface. But it was pointless, the twin hallways were as featureless as the one she had awoken inside. She begrudgingly began stepping left, remembering some old adage about sticking to the left side wall helping you escape a maze, when she heard a strange noise ahead. It was a vaguely familiar clopping sound, like a horse on solid ground, but louder and heavier than Evelyn had ever heard before. She peered closely down the long barren hallway, toward the very end, where the floor, walls and roof met underneath the flickering light of a failing light bulb and chocked on her breath as it emerged from around a corner. It wasn't human, it wasn't possible. Large horns tall enough to narrowly miss the celling firmly affixed to a bull's head sat atop a very muscular human torso, but beneath the waist there was little humanity apparent, a pair of equine like legs complete with a large equine like endowment swinging between them held the monstrosity aloft as it stomped through the halls. Evelyn's eyes went wide, and she backed away, consumed by fear, until she hit the wall behind her, finally forcing the gasp from her lungs. Then the beast stopped, even hundreds of feet away, the sound of her breathing had apparently caught its attention, as it turned its bull-like head to meet its empty bestial eyes with hers, the lights ahead flickered and failed, plunging the hallway ahead into pitch darkness.