The Prison of the Night

Erica's dream was odd. She was sitting in a hotel room, looking at her phone. She was wearing her uniform for work, a normal maid uniform, but she was slacking off. She didn't like working here anyways, so she was just taking a break.

She is roused from her phone as a firm knock sounds on the door. She stands up, brushing her dress down before she goes to the door. But she never reaches it.

Firm hands grab her from behind, the hands latching onto her breasts. She tries to struggle, but the man seems to be made of iron given how little he moves despite her violent protests. His breath in her ear, he whispers to her.

"So you finally feel like doing something, you little cow? That's right, you're lazy and you have the breasts of one, so you're pretty much a cow. Or are you going to tell me that these big tits of yours aren't just begging to be pulled and played with."

A renewed struggle, but no movement. Her feet stomp at his, but no movement, her arms try to elbow his ribs, but no movement. Well, except for the movement of his hands, as he gropes and squeezes her breasts. And despite her will, she feels herself growing wet.

"Ah, is the little cow getting excited. I can hear your breath growing shallower, the little change in heat as your skin glows with that sensual heat. Aren't you getting excited?" Her response seems so weak, so much more submissive than her normal response. "No..."

"Ha, like I could believe that. Your mind might be of a frigid lazy bitch, but your body is just a compliant little dairy cow in human shape." His hands rub and pull and feel like they might tear her body apart. "Please..."

She is rewarded for her plea with the man throwing her to the bed before climbing on top of her. She looks up but the room seems to just be darkness, like she was in a tomb and not some hotel room. The unknown man takes her breasts out of her uniform and places his dick on them. He pins her hands above her head at the wrists and begins to thrust between them. "Ah, is the little cow starting to realize she doesn't control as much as she thinks she does? Is the bitch starting to break down as I do whatever I want with her."

He thrusts over and over again, as Erica begs and pleads with him. But the hands don't move away, only rub and caress and pull her breasts toward his cock. The cock thrusts and only seeks pleasure without caring for her well-being. It's wrong, it's so harsh, it's humiliating.

She moans, as two things happen. Her body orgasms as she feels an intense shame. The man cums, but almost seems to cum a full gallon on her breasts. He stands up, and throws some cloth on her. "We'll meet again if you don't do your damn job."