Small Humiliations (Erica's PoV)

That bastard and his little bitch leave the room. Only for Olivia to breath a heavy sigh.

"What the fuck was that? Did they maybe control her mind to make her ask him that or?" Olivia just seems completely puzzled. Neither of them were too close to Rebecca anymore, not since she started sticking up for Rex. But Erica'd seen her fight with him last night. But now, she happily walks up and asks him, 'Hey, could you collar me like an animal, thanks.'

Erica answers, the best answer she can. "Fuck if I know. Maybe she saw how much shit you get for struggling, so she decided to just take the easy way out. Still, it's not like she had to roll out the red carpet for him."

The app didn't seem to care about their mindset though. She had cleaned all of yesterday, never saying anything bad, but always thinking it. But then again... There was that.

She had tried her best to hide it from Rex, but for the others she was less on guard. The fact of the matter was whenever she cleaned a room with the chastity belt on, it vibrated on her clit for five seconds. She had moaned with the first couple of rooms, and released a squeak with Sephora. But she wouldn't show Rex the satisfaction, so she braced herself for when he told her his room was clean. And then she'd run out immediately afterwards. After she was done, she'd come down here, to empty herself before she went to sleep. She'd gotten through it by sucking the cock, but she had to make Olivia watch, as she didn't know what it would do. She'd had to run after the milking, and her top fell off as her breasts bounced.

It was small humiliation after small humiliation. Slowly, she could feel her mind breaking down. As she stopped getting angry, but tried to just limit the pain, increase the pleasure. It was natural, a survival instinct. It was surrender, it was unacceptable.

Olivia was quiet. She was thinking, that much was clear. But then, she stamped her foot. "God damn it! I keep trying to think of some way that we can get at that bastard. Hurt him, humiliate him, something. But that new rule makes it impossible. We could try to set up an accident, but how do we know that it won't count as an attack?"

Erica tries to calm her down. "Don't. I don't want to do it anymore. I know that I was the one who said that we should fuck up Rex's life, but if it costs us a... a training session, I don't want any part of that." The cow training still weighed heavily on her mind. And she was about to undergo something that only reinforced it in her mind.

"So last night, I told you to press the yellow button. Today, we're going to go for the green button. I... I didn't want to do it, but that new rule makes it mandatory. Lick me while it's happening, and we'll be out of here in no time."

She looks at the bench, shuddering. Sucking the cock was humiliating, but getting fucked in front of somebody else was even worse. Especially Olivia. She tried to project strength, to be the baddest bitch who could never be questioned in front of her, to maintain the appearance of control at all costs. But she had to cum once a day. And she could only cum while being milked. So she'd cum as fast as she could, announcing it. And if she was behind her, she wouldn't have to see her. See her cum as she got fucked. Then she'd try to just use the yellow button for the rest of the times.

She sighs. She'd climbed into this bench last night. But after Rebecca, it feels like she's becoming just like her, an animal that just follows orders. She could resist. Her breasts feel like they are about to explode though. The pressure had to go. And she needed the points.

She pulls down her top, exposing her breasts. They feel so full, but no matter how she moved them, the milk never leaked. She kneels in the spot for her legs. She breaths deep, preparing herself mentally. And then she takes the cock in her mouth, as she guides her breasts into place. The brace above her back moves into place, her hands find themselves locked into place at the elbow, and her skirt is lifted by that nefarious arm, exposing her chastity belt.

Then the most humiliating moment comes, as his voice sounds in her ears. _"Welcome back little cow. So what can I get for you today?" _Ever since her training, whenever she was milked on the bench, the voice from her dream would taunt her. She could never escape his words, escape into her own mind. She was always listening, always there mentally. It was a **** designed to make every experience fresh.

Olivia follows her role, as she presses the green button. It's out of reach of her hands, and she can no longer control it with her mind. She'd tried last night. "Ah, I see that you want to be pleasured today. I guess you had fun yesterday, though you don't want to admit it." She curses the voice, but she smiles in victory as the cock withdraws from her mouth, as she feels air on her pussy as the chastity belt disappears like a magic trick. Yes, she feels his hateful, wonderful cock at her entrance. But soon she feels Olivia's tongue there as well. Take that, fucker.

But then, the machine beeps. Panic rising, Erica opens her mouth as the cock pushes into her mouth, deeper than it ever has before, causing her to **** on it. She expects the spank, but instead feels a cane strike her ass. "Oh, is my cock not good enough for you? Need your little **** to lick your clit for you? No dice, you either cum on my cock, or I play with every piece of you. Including..." She feels a hand slap her breast. She screams, shaking, trying to get everything to stop, trying to tell Olivia something is wrong..

Olivia pulls away, only for master's cock to return, diving deep into her. The cock Erica was **** on moves away, her lungs **** for air, as she coughs. No more canes strike her ass. As the cock leaves her lips, she cries to Olivia. "No licking, please, no more licking."

Olivia stands, unsure what to do. All she can do is either look at Erica or try to ignore her. As Olivia looks at Erica's ass, it looks like her pussy gapes around a phantom cock. She moves to the side, only to see Erica's face twisted with pleasure, as her lips kiss the cock in front of her. So, to give her as much modesty as she can, she turns to look at the stairs.

Erica feels her body grow hotter and hotter, as the voice fills her mind. Why can't Olivia hear him? It only made her feel crazy, like she was trying to give a voice to her captor. But she knows she's not insane. His words mirror the machine too well.

"Ah, is the little cow feeling my cock? Feeling my balls hitting her clit? Feeling my hands on her big udders?" The little ways the sensations change to make her feel them, those are the most devious little humiliations.

But all of those little things feel like nothing, as she feels her body get closer and closer. She's been focusing on this, not wanting to let the machine make her fail and get one more punishment. She couldn't afford another one, not if she hoped to keep her mind.

"I'm going to cum." Simple, to the point. Hardly humiliating in itself.

"It's ok, you can." Olivia responds, acknowledging it, like the rules demanded. But she is not the only one to.

"Oh, the little cow is going to cum on her master's cock. That's it, cum for me. Cum, my little cow, as your little pussy milks me for my cum. Cum, knowing your master wants you to."

She wishes she could stop, but her body rushes over the edge, as she cums hard. As his words taunt her, as it makes it feel like she's begging him to cum. As Olivia hears her moan out, after announcing her approaching orgasm. As she feels like a slut.