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This material is primarily sleepy erotica. If you don't want to read about violence, bondage, nudity, and sexual acts, then you don't want to read this. All characters, locations, names, and events are made up by me and therefore fictitious. Any similarity to real people or places is totally coincidental.

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THE ADVENTURES OF EROTICA by The Dream Bringer

Episode 1: The Awakening of a Heroine

It turned out to be a nice Friday afternoon in Peak City. It wasn't too hot, and a comfortable breeze was blowing. As Ashley Jensen got out of her white LeBaron, the wind blew through her straight, shoulder-length, flame red hair. She smiled, reveling in the pleasant experience. The young woman needed such pleasure after a hard day at work. At the age of twenty-three, Ashley already had a degree in computer science from the state university and was a programmer for one of the top information systems companies in Peak City. She was a very beautiful lady, although she wouldn't admit it. At 6 feet tall, she felt a little lanky. Her stunning 38C-24-36 frame was concealed by a two-piece, pale green dress. Her deep blue eyes were hidden by her sunglasses. A mix of self-consciousness and devotion to her job kept Ashley from worrying about her looks. That's someone else's department, she would say.

Grabbing her purse from the passenger seat, she proceeded to her apartment. Tall Pines Apartments was located just outside of the city, providing a peaceful atmosphere. Ashley was grateful for such peace and quiet as she turned her key and entered apartment 3C. All she wanted right now was a restful night at home. Kicking off her black high heels, she sat down in her recliner and massaged her feet through the opaque stockings. She then remembered that her sister should be home and called out, "Dana?" No answer was heard. She must be out flirting with God knows who, Ashley thought. She got up and went to the refrigerator to get something to drink. As she opened the door, she heard a loud moan coming from her twenty-one year-old sister's bedroom. "Dana, are you in there?" she asked. The only response was several grunts and moans. Fearing trouble, Ashley darted for the closed bedroom door. Turning the knob, she flung the door open. "Are you alright, Dana? Oh..." Ashley blushed at the sight before her.

Dana Jensen was handcuffed to her bed by the ankles and wrists. She was wearing a bikini with the American flag design all over it; the right cup was pulled down to leave her nipple bare and the thong was pushed to the side to reveal her shaved pussy. She had a blue mask over her eyes. Kneeling over her bound form was a young man wearing a black mask, cape, boots, and nothing else. The semen dripping from his penis onto Dana's stomach indicated he had just pulled himself out of her pussy right before he came. Both people had a look of shock on their face. Dana had enough composure to blurt out, "What the...Ashley? What are you doing? Get out!"

A totally embarassed Ashley covered her eyes. "I'm sorry! I thought you were in trouble and I wanted to help...oh, never mind," she said as she closed the door.

Three hours later, Ashley was sitting on the couch, her legs stretched out. After her shower, she had tied her hair into a ponytail and put on white cotton socks, grey sweatpants, and her old white college T-shirt. She ate from her bowl of popcorn as she watched the movie on cable. She was still trying to supress her embarassment. She had accidentally walked in on Dana in the middle of sex only three times now, but never when it was that kinky. Dana and her partner had kept going for an hour and a half after Ashley's interruption, and they then took a shower together for another half hour. Finally, the door to Dana's room opened, and a now fully dressed man walked out, quickly heading for the door. Without saying anything to him, Ashley simply gave him the evil eye as he left. She didn't approve of many of Dana's boyfriends, if they could be called that. Her young sister was just interested in sex, not relationships. Ashley was the one who desired a true relationship.

Just then, Dana emerged from her room with a smile of satisfaction on her face. Completely naked, she put on her turquoise cotton robe and tied the belt. She was just as beautiful as Ashley, and surely the desire of any man: 5-foot-7, straight, shoulder-length, light brown hair, cute brown eyes, and a 34C-22-34 body. As she went to the refrigerator, she sighed. "Now there goes a guy how knows how to pleasure a girl. I haven't had my boobs sucked like that in months."

Ashley could only grimace. "You need to get your priorities straight."

Grabbing a half-full wine cooler, Dana replied, "You're just jealous because you haven't gotten any in like a century."

"That's not true. I had sex with Dennis last month."

"Not that I could tell," Dana said as she sat down in the recliner and crossed her slender legs. "I was here that night and I couldn't hear a thing. For all I knew, you were doing your taxes."

Now getting flustered, Ashley looked straight at her younger sister. "It doesn't matter how much noise we make. What matters is that I enjoyed it."

"Did he eat you out?"

"What?"

"Did he perform oral sex on you? You know, licking your clit an all?"

Ashley couldn't believe she was having this conversation. "He fingered my clitoris, but I wouldn't let him use his mouth."

"Why not?"

"I don't know him that well."

"Okay," Dana continued. "Have you ever sucked a dick?"

"Dana!" her sister yelled. "Watch your language. That's sick."

"Fine. Let me change that. Have you ever given a guy oral sex?"

"Yes. Once. My sophomore year in college."

As she sipped the wine cooler, Dana said, "That just proves my point. You're too bland. You need to try some new stuff. Look at what I did today. We made superhero costumes, acted out a skit, and did all sorts of stuff. The handcuffs were great. I felt totally helpless. Jake had full control over me, tickling me, whipping me; he even blindfolded and gagged me at one point. When I came while tied down, my whole body shook. That's what you need."

Ashley shook her head and replied, "I don't need it. I'm just not a sexual person. You are. I only wish you'd tone it down. I don't want anything to happen to you."

"I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself. But you, you've got a pickle up your ass. You need to unwind. Which is why...." Dana got up and went to her bedroom. A minute later she came back out with a brochure. "Which is why I'm taking you along on a cruise."

A shocked Ashley asked, "A cruise? How can you afford a cruise on your salary?"

"Being a salesgirl at a major department store can pay off after a while. I took a little out every month and saved up the money. Anyway, I was going to wait and surprise you, but I thought this would cheer you up. I know you've got a week off coming soon and you've gotta have some fun. We leave next Friday."

"But...."

"No buts. We're going to the Bermuda islands, and I'm going to make sure that you get laid."

Eight days later, the Jensen sisters were in their cabin on the cruise vessel. It was early in the morning and the sun was shining bright in the Bermuda region, a perfect day for tanning and swimming. All Dana had on her mind was flirting with all the handsome men she had seen while boarding the ship the day before. As she finished putting on her leopard print pretzel-cut swimsuit, she smirked with the knowledge that her provocative outfit would get her plenty of attention. She was ready to get topside, but had to wait on her sibling. "Ashley! Come on, let's go. I wanna get some today."

"Just a minute," was the response from the bathroom. A moment later, Ashley opened the door and stepped out of the bathroom wearing a simple navy blue one-piece swimsuit. "Okay, I'm ready."

"Oh, you're kidding. You are not wearing that," a disappointed Dana said.

"What's wrong with it?"

"It's boring. Here," said Dana as she looked into her suitcase on the bed. "I figured this would happen, so I packed you some extra suits." After searching for a minute, she found a floral print string bikini and tossed it to Ashley.

Taking one look at the two small pieces of fabric, the redhead only said, "Uhhh...."

"Uhhh nothing. Go in there and put in on. You've got a great body; you ought to flaunt it."

"Fine. Whatever," Ashley said as she went back into the bathroom. About five minutes later, she emerged wearing the bikini. She was no less than stunning; her cleavage and hips were accented. She had a look of frustration on her face. "I don't know, Dana. I'm showing off an awful lot of skin. I can't do this."

"Here's the matching sarong."

Ashley caught the sarong that Dana threw at her and tied it around her waist. Her cleavage was still showing, but at least her thighs were concealed, she thought. "I can live with this I guess."

"Good. Let's go." Ashley nodded and followed Dana out the door as they headed for the pool deck.

Several hours later, Ashley was stretched out on a lounge chair, now wearing sunglasses and a teal blue visor. She was content to lay out all day and get some sun. Dana, on the other hand, had been very active. After some swimming and pool volleyball, she was now going around trying to meet people, mostly of the opposite gender. Ashley, who was very close to drifting off to sleep, looked over to see her younger sister sitting on a lounge chair talking and laughing with a guy who looked to be in his mid-twenties. He had short, slicked black hair and was wearing red trunks and a loud Hawaiian shirt. Typical, Ashley thought after she got her look at the guy. Why can't she like guys who at least appear to be descent people?

Just then, a crewman came over the public address system and announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, we have picked up a hurricane on our radar. We are moving to avoid it, but we ask that you go below deck as we may encounter some nasty weather." Almost instantly, the several hundred passengers on the pool deck began to gather their things and leave.

Ashley took off her sunglasses and visor, got up, and grabbed her towel when she noticed that Dana and the guy in the loud shirt were leaving together. "They're probably going to the bar," she whispered to herself. "I'm going back to the room and take a nap."

Ten minutes later, Dana and her friend came up to the girls' cabin door. "Are you sure we'll be alone?" the guy asked.

"Don't worry," she said. "My sister will probably go to the bar. Come on in." She unlocked the door and welcomed the guy inside. "Now, I think you need to get out of that shirt."

The guy smiled as he closed the door. "I think you're right. But I need to use the little boys' room first." He kissed Dana on the cheek and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

A giddy Dana jumped up and down. "Yes!" she said. She thought about stripping out of her swimsuit and surprising him, but she thought that would be going too far at first. She wanted to do some making out before anything else. She did decide to pull down the covers on her bed in anticipation. As she bent over to move the pillows, the guy slowly opened the bathroom door and peered at her. She had her back to him at the moment. He then creeped out and moved up behind her. He was holding a rag he had just soaked in chloroform. When Dana stood upright, he quickly grabbed her from behind and clamped the rag over her mouth and nose. Dana's eyes were wide open with fear. "Mmmmpppphhhh!" was the only thing she said, her screams muffled by the rag. The guy had his left arm tightly around her waist; he easily was stronger than her. Dana was too spunky to give up, though. She tried with both hands to remove the rag while her legs kicked wildly in the air in an attempt to help her gain leverage. The guy's power was too much for her as he, still keeping the rag in place, slammed her face first onto the bed. His entire body was now pushing hers into the sheets. Dana was helpless, her pleas for help totally drowned out. She gradually grew weak until, after a few more minutes, she succumbed to the power of the chloroform. Dana's body went limp as she drifted into unconsciousness.

The guy removed his hand from the motionless girl's mouth and got off the bed. He hid the rag in his shorts as he looked down at his conquest. Dana was unresponsive as he stroked her firm buttocks. "Little fool," he said. "Now let's see what you've got in here." He then opened the suitcase on the floor and looked through it for anything valuable.

Just then, Ashley unlocked the door and entered the room. The first thing she saw was her unconscious sister lying face down on the bed. "Oh my god! Dana!" Her yell caused the guy to look around and stare at her. Ashley looked back at him. "What the hell did you do to my sister, you bastard?" Without saying a word, the guy lunged at the redhead. The impact slammed Ashley against the wall. Shrugging off a stinging pain, she instantly kicked the guy in the shin. Grunting, he avoided going down and managed to viciously slap Ashley across the face. She fell back on the bed, knocked semiconscious. The guy pulled out the chloroform rag and pounced on Ashley. As he began to put the rag to her face, she regained her senses and blocked his hand. She could smell the powerful drug which hovered just inches over her nose. Continuing to struggle, she brought her right leg up and nailed the guy in the groin. Dropping the rag, he fell back in pain. A kick with her left foot pushed him off the bed. Trying to concentrate through the pain, he got up on his feet and fled out the door. Ashley quickly got up and went over to her sister. She rolled Dana's unconscious body over and gently shook her. Dana moaned slightly. She's okay, Ashley thought. She then ran out the door to catch the attacker.

When the guy reached topside, the sky was already very dark. A heavy rain had started. No one else was around. Ashley emerged from below and spotted the guy thirty yards ahead of her. "Come back here! Nobody hurts my sister and gets away with it!" she yelled at him. He continued to run along the perimeter of the ship. Ashley lost sight of him as he turned a corner. Just then, the edge of the hurricane reached the cruise vessel. Strong winds instantly appeared and pushed Ashley against a wall. "No! I've gotta get out of here," she said to herself, but it was too late. The gale force of the storm picked her up and launched her into the ocean. As she surfaced, it was too dark for her to see anything. She concentrated on staying afloat, but the wind and waves were powerful. The storm sideswiped the vessel and rocked it about. The wooden lifeboats on that side of the ship were splintered. The ship itself was able to maintain its integrity. Amidst the heavy thunder, a frantic Ashley repeatedly yelled, "Help!" Unfortunately, no one probably knew she had been tossed overboard. The lightning was incredibly strong, but it did offer temporary illumination for the young woman. Eventually, she saw a large piece of wood floating nearby. Fighting against the current, she was able to make it over and crawl upon the board. The waves continued to beat upon her as she clung to the makeshift lifeboat. The barrage of wind and water continued for several more minutes. The powerful impact of the waves upon Ashley's body was eventually too much as one final wave landed on her and violently knocked her unconscious.

Many hours later, sometime the next morning, Ashley's semi-naked and totally unconscious body washed up on the shores of an uncharted island. After she had been knocked out the day before, the waves continued to thrash her for about two more hours, only adding to her injuries. Her sarong and bikini top had been ripped from her body. Once her lifeboat had escaped the storm, she continued to float until she eventually reached this beach. The peril was over as the young woman came to rest face down on the warm sand.

Several hundred yards down the beach, three women were playing about. All three were very beautiful: slender, well-proportioned, and all with long, lustrous blond hair and deep blue eyes. One appeared to be in her late thirties, another in her early to mid-twenties, the other about eighteen. The beauties were wearing bikini shorts, tank tops, and boots that appeared to be made from a strong blend of seaweed and vines. The youngest one, however, was topless, her pert breasts a very good size for a girl of her age. The three also had various necklaces, armbands, belts, and bracelets that were made from vines and shark teeth. The two older women had long spears which they had been using to catch seafood. Many various fish were secured in a net nearby. After a few moments of joking with each other, the three beauties gathered their things and began to walk along the shore. Soon, the middle woman looked on down the beach and saw something. "Look! Who is that up ahead?"

"I'm not sure," the older woman said. "Something must be wrong; she's not moving. Let's go." The three dropped their net and spears and ran toward the motionless female. They soon reached Ashley, kneeled down, and looked at her.

"Who is she?" the young girl asked.

"I don't know," said the older woman. "I've never seen someone with red hair."

Just then, the middle woman rolled Ashley onto her back. Her unconscious face had a look of pain on it. The young girl stared at Ashley's entire body. "She's so beautiful. Her breasts are lovely."

Placing her right hand on Ashley's forehead, the older woman said, "She's hurt very badly. We must take her to the Mistress."

The middle woman shook her head. "No, we should care for her first. Let us nurse her before we let the Mistress know."

"Yes, I want to take care of her," said the young girl.

The older woman was adamant. "No, this woman is a stranger. We must tell the Mistress now."

An equally adamant middle woman rebutted. "What if she has been sent here to hurt the Mistress? We should nurse her back to health and ask her questions first."

"Please, can we take care of her?" the young girl added.

"Very well," the older woman reluctantly said. "Both of you carry her. I'll get our things." The two other women nodded and carefully picked up Ashley together with both of their arms. The older woman went to get the spears and net and then joined the others. Together, they walked off to the hills in the distance, gently transporting the unconscious stranger who had come to them.

Hours later, the three women were moving about their large house on the side of one of the hills. The house was made of wood and stone. The various items in the house were made of wood and the same vines and seaweed the women used for clothing. Ashley was lying on the bed, still unconscious. Her bikini bottom had been removed, leaving her completely naked. A cold, wet cloth was pressed against her forehead. The middle woman was using another cloth and a bowl of water to clean Ashley. At the same time, she was admiring the redhead's tall, firm body. The older woman came in the room with some bedsheets made of satin and cotton. "Here are the sheets. These will make her more comfortable," she said.

The middle woman finished cleaning Ashley and prepared to move her so that the bed could be made. She pulled Ashley by the ankles to one side of the bed and allowed her legs to dangle off the side. Looking at the red hair which surrounded Ashley's pussy, the girl licked her lips. "May I pleasure her vagina?" she asked the older woman. "Maybe it will help to arouse her back to awareness."

"Very well."

"Thank you," the middle woman said. The older woman layed the sheets down and left the room, leaving the two women alone. The woman knelt down on the ground at the side of the bed and pulled Ashley's pussy to the edge. After staring for a moment at the beautiful sight ahead of her, the woman pushed her mouth onto the limp woman's most intimate opening. At first kissing the folds of her vagina, she then began to lick them. The woman rammed her tongue deep into Ashley's pussy and twirled it about, lapping up all the juices that had collected. She then used the tip of her tongue to stimulate the clitoris in front of her. The woman completely reveled in her delicious activity. Ashley, though, offered no response to the intense stimulation. As the woman continued to lick the warm pussy, she put her hand down her shorts and rubbed her own throbbing clit. Continuing deep probing with her tongue, she soon brought herself to a sweet orgasm. She fell onto the floor, sweating heavily from the pleasurable experience. Collecting her wits, she got up and looked at the still-motionless girl she had just eaten out. "I'm sorry you couldn't enjoy that as much as I did," she told the unconscious redhead.

Two days passed before Ashley began to regain consciousness. She became fully aware soon thereafter and was strong enough to drink fruit juices the women brought to her. They explained the situation to her, but no one mentioned that they all had eventually taken advantage of her. All three women had eaten her out and sucked her breasts at one time or another, and they did not want to anger Ashley by confessing their actions. Ashley thanked them for all their help in nursing her back to health. After a few more days of rest, the women explained that they must take her to the Mistress, the queen of all the inhabitants of the island. Providing her with an outfit similar to theirs, and with a shark tooth necklace made by the young girl, they escorted her over the hills to the residence of the Mistress. The residence was more of a castle, made completely of stone. Ashley noticed that she encountered only women, and all of them had long, blond hair and blue eyes. The women who inhabited the castle, though, wore white, gold, and light green garments made of either cotton or satin. The outfits varied from gowns to shirts and shorts, but the women's legs and arms were always bare. Their necklaces and other items were made of jewels and gold. Ashley considered all the women she saw very beautiful, and she felt somewhat inferior in their presence. She did find it odd that all the women who looked younger than her were topless. Eventually, she and her escorts reached the main chamber in the castle. Entering through the passageway, Ashley noticed a woman looking out the window. "Mistress," the older woman said. "We have brought you a visitor to our island."

The woman at the window turned toward them. She was more beautiful than any other woman Ashley had seen on this island. Also a blonde, the Mistress was in her forties but looked much younger. She was as tall as Ashley and just as well-proportioned. She wore a sheer white satin gown that flowed to her bare feet. The gown was transparent enough for someone to see her hard, pink nipples and her well-groomed blond pubic hair. Her anklets, bracelets, belt, and necklace were all made of pure gold. She was truly regal in her appearance, and very sensual as well. When her blue eyes locked on Ashley, however, she fell to her knees. "It is you!" she proclaimed. Gesturing toward the three escorts, she ordered, "Leave us!" The women quickly complied and left Ashley alone with their queen. The Mistress got up and came over to the visitor, placing her left hand on Ashley's cheek. "You have arrived, just as it was prophesied."

Ashley didn't know what to say. Everyone's behavior had bewildered her. Finally, she said, "I'm Ashley Jensen. I got here when I was thrown overboard from my cruise vessel. Your friends were kind enough to care for me until I...."

"It's not important how you got here," the Mistress said. "You are here now; that is what matters."

"I don't understand."

Smiling, the Mistress started to explain: "You see, my dear, we on Emerald Island have always known that one day a strange woman of great beauty and intellect would arrive on our shores, and that we would send her back into the world as a protector."

Ashley was totally confused. "What are you talking about?"

The Mistress continued. "I can tell that you are the one. Your presence is very commanding; your will is strong. I will waste no time in giving you your powers and sending you on your way."

As the queen went over to a large gold chest, Ashley was desperate for an explanation. "My powers? I'm very confused. I'd really like to get home now."

"You will be home soon, my dear. But first, I must give you this." The Mistress came back over to Ashley carrying several pieces of clothing. "Here, put these on." Not feeling like arguing, Ashley complied. She felt strangely comfortable in the queen's presence, so she stripped in front of her. A few minutes later, she finished dressing and was escorted over to a long mirror. Ashley was surprised by the incredibly revealing outfit she was wearing: all pink, it consisted of a thong, elbow-length gloves, high-heeled boots which came to just below mid-calf, and a unique bra. The bra was open-breasted, but each cup had six strips which came to meet in the center and cover the nipple; it still showed off much of the skin of her breasts. The fabric was very comfortable and durable; Ashley guessed it was a mix of satin and vinyl.

"Thank you for the suit, but what is all of this all about?" Ashley asked.

"I will show you. Here, lift this solid gold chest."

Ashley frowned. "How can I? That's gotta be a couple hundred pounds."

"Go ahead, lift it."

Ashley reluctantly complied and squatted down to pick it up. Suprisingly with little effort, she raised the heavy chest above her head. A look of surprise appeared on her face. "How did I do that?" she asked as she sat the chest down.

The Mistress smiled. "You now have superhuman strength, along with exceptional speed and invulnerability. Your suit gives you this power. It is magical."

"What do you mean?"

"This magical suit has been in our possession for countless years, waiting for you, the chosen one, to claim it. The bra itself gives you the power; the rest of the suit is meant to compliment your appearance. You see, your nipples have many nerve endings. Your heart - your lifeblood - is located right behind your breasts. The magical power within the bra goes through your nipples and into your heart, sending the power throughout your body. But be warned, if you were to remove the bra, you will lose your powers and become mortal."

"What am I meant to do?"

"There is much corruption in the world. With your new powers, you are able to fight that corruption. When you return home, you will fight for justice."

"I'm now a crimefighter?"

"So to say."

Ashley still could not believe what was happening. "Look, this is great and all. I mean, I 'd love to be a crimefighter, but I have a life that I don't want to give up. I have to see if my sister's okay."

"But this is your destiny."

"I understand that, I guess. But I don't want to do this full time. Would it be possible for me to turn this into a secret identity? You know, I only put this on when I need to."

"That would be acceptable," the Mistress said.

"Good," said Ashley. "But I look like myself right now. I don't want to be recognized while I'm a crimefighter. I have to be able to lead my own life as well."

"You have much strength in your heart, my dear. You are very noble indeed. I believe I know how you can be accomodated."

A day later, Ashley walked up to her apartment door. She was wearing a gold satin gown and sandles the women had given her, along with the shark tooth necklace from the young girl. Not having her key, she knocked on the door. A moment later, a teary-eyed Dana opened the door wearing a black T-shirt and shorts. Taking one look at her sister, she yelled, "Ashley? Oh my god, you're alive!" She quickly wrapped her arms around Ashley and hugged her tightly. "What happened to you?" Dana asked amid the tears of joy.

Smiling and crying at the same time, Ashley kissed her sister on the forehead. "I'll explain everthing, Dana. I'm just glad that you're okay. Did that guy hurt you?"

Wiping away some tears, Dana replied, "No, I'm fine. After I woke up, I went to security. They found the guy after a couple of hours. Turns out it wasn't the first time he's done something like that." Welcoming her sister back into their apartment, she continued. "But then I had them look for you. After about a day, they figured you were lost at sea. What happened?"

"Okay, I'll tell you. Sit down." Dana complied and sat in the recliner. "But first, you have to promise never to tell anyone what I'm about to tell you."

"You can trust me, I'm your sister."

"Dana, this is very important. Promise that you will never ever tell anyone."

Dana was shocked by Ashley's sincerity. "Okay, I promise to never tell."

"All right," Ashley said as she stood in front of the chair. "I have a secret identity now."

"What?"

"I'm a superhero."

Dana scoffed at the announcement. "You're screwing with me."

"I'm serious! Watch this." Ashley then stood back and crossed her arms over her chest. Suddenly, a small flash of light appeared around her. A second later, the light disappeared and revealed what looked like a different person. It was still Ashley, but her appearance was significantly altered. She was wearing the pink outfit given to her by the Mistress; there was no sign of her gown, sandles, or necklace. In addition, her flame red hair had changed into golden blond; her eyes went from blue to green.

Dana was completely shocked by her sister's metamorphosis. "Ashley, is that you?"

"Of course it's me. This is my secret identity."

"Wow, you weren't kidding," Dana said as she got up to inspect Ashley's appearance. "Nice outfit. It's very erotic."

Ashley nodded. "You're right, it is. That's the idea. When a guy looks at me, he'll be stopped in his tracks."

"What guys? You're going out like this?"

"Yes. I'm a crimefighter. I have to uphold justice. I've got super strength, speed, and I'm invulnerable, but only while I have the bra on."

"Why the bra?"

Ashley spent the next few hours explaining the entire tale of her encounter on the island and the circumstances of her new identity. She demonstrated that by crossing her arms a second time, she would revert back to her normal self, restoring her blue eyes, red hair, and whatever clothes she was wearing before she changed identities. As the late evening approached, Ashley, now back in her costume, went to the sliding door that opened up to the small balcony. Looking out at the night sky, she said, "So I guess I should go out and start patroling the area, like Neighborhood Watch."

"Shouldn't you be worrying about bank robbers or master criminals?" Dana asked.

"I've gotta start somewhere." Ashley opened the sliding door and prepared to jump over the balcony railing.

Dana stopped her by yelling, "What are you doing? We're three floors up."

"I'm going to test my agility. I'll be back in a few hours."

"Be careful, Ashley," Dana said.

Ashley smiled and then jumped over the railing. After falling three stories, she landed squarely on her feet, needing to crouch just a bit. Cool, she thought as she stood upright and began to run slowly toward the street to begin her patrol.

Ashley spent several hours kneeling down in the shadows, watching the houses and the cars on the street. After a while, she would move on to another group of houses. It was a cool and breezy night, but Ashley was not cold in her skimpy outfit. She guessed that her invulnerability included protection from the elements.

It was about two in the morning when Ashley reached a subdivision located four blocks away from her apartment complex. There had been no suspicious activity all night, but that was about to change. As she approached a quaint, white two-bedroom house, Ashley noticed a man dressed completely in black sneaking up the walkway. He was wearing jeans, sneakers, a sweatshirt, gloves, and a ski mask; he also carried a duffel bag. Definitely a burglar, Ashley thought. Although she was ready for action, a wave of fear came over her. This would be her first encounter with a criminal as a crimefighter; she didn't know what to expect. Her reluctance kept her from jumping the thief before he could get in the house. Instead, she allowed him to fiddle with the lock on the front door and let himself in.

The only resident in the house was a woman in her mid-thirties. She was sleeping peacefully in her bed when a sudden loud noise in the living room startled her. She quickly sat straight up in bed as she saw a light down the hall come on. Pushing back her dark brown, curly, shoulder-length hair from her dark brown eyes, she pulled off her sheets and stood up. Ignoring her slippers, she straightened out her long sleeve, ankle-length white cotton gown. She got her glasses from the table and put them on. She reached under the bed for the baseball bat she kept there for situations just like this. Very slowly, she creeped to the doorway and looked down the hall. No one was there. She proceeded down the hall and slowly entered the living room. The front door was wide open and several lamps were turned on. The woman held the bat tightly as she looked around for an intruder. When she turned her back to the couch, the thief jumped out from behind it and quickly grabbed the woman from behind. She dropped the bat and yelled, "Help!"

Before she could get out another word, a chloroform-soaked rag was placed over her mouth and nose. Her hands flew up to her face to try and release the thief's hold. The activity caused her glasses to fall off of her. The woman was so overcome with fright that she didn't put up much of a fight. Rather quickly, her body went limp in the man's arms. The thief released his hold and allowed the unconscious woman to fall violently onto the floor. Her entire body shuddered with the impact. The man put the rag in his pocket and knelt down next to the motionless woman. He rolled her onto her back. She was very beautiful, he thought. She had a cute little mole above her upper lip. The outline of her firm breasts was visible through the unflattering gown.

The man got up and grabbed her by her ankles. He then proceeded to drag her into the bedroom. In the process, her long gown rolled and became bunched up around her armpits. It excited the thief when he found out she was wearing no underwear. Her pink nipples were big and hard, her pussy was covered with nice brown hair. Still dragging the woman, the thief turned on the light when he entered the bedroom. Stopping next to the bed, he picked up the woman and threw her onto the bed. He pulled her to the side so that her legs would dangle off the side. He went to the other side of the bed and pulled the gown off of her, leaving her completely naked and helpless. It was then that he noticed the big, chrome vibrator on her nightstand. He walked to the nightstand and picked up the vibrator. "This will warm you up before I have some fun," he told his unconscious victim. Turning the vibrator on, he forcefully rammed the dildo into her pussy. He began to fondle her thighs while he let the vibrator ravage her vagina. Suddenly, the woman began to moan slightly. "No you don't," he said as he pulled out the chloroform rag and placed it back on her face. Looking around, he noticed a silk scarf lying on the floor. He tied the scarf around her head to keep the rag in place; she would remain unconscious as long as he wanted.

As the thief finished tying the knot, he heard a woman say, "You're going to pay for hurting her." He turned around to see Ashley standing in the doorway. He was speechless as he stared at the incredibly beautiful and scantily-clad blonde. He slowly walked over to her, completely distracted. Ashley smiled and landed a harsh punch directly in his gut. The thief doubled over. Ashley bent down and picked him up, lifting him over her head. She then threw him against the far wall. Upon impact, he crumpled into a heap on the floor. Ashley instantly went over to the unconscious woman on the bed, wanting to help her. The vibrator was still buzzing, stimulating her quivering pussy. As Ashley bent over to remove the chloroform rag from the woman's face, she felt a second rag clamp down on her own face.

The thief had regained his wits and pulled another rag soaked with chloroform from his pocket. Ashley's concern for the woman gave him the distraction he needed to attack her. He easily outweighed Ashley and was able to gain leverage. After some struggling, the two grapplers fell onto the floor with Ashley on top. Although she was invulnerable, she was still suseptable to foreign substances like chloroform. The drug was slowly taking its effect on her. The thief managed to roll over so that he was on top of Ashley and pushing her to the ground. Her super strength was useless in this compromising position. With his free hand, the thief punched her in the side to add to her woes. After a couple more minutes, Ashley became still. The thief had managed to knock her unconscious.

Getting up off of the seemingly vanquished heroine, he violently slapped her on the right buttock. "Bitch! Don't ever do that to me!" The thief then went back over to his first victim. The chloroform mask kept the woman deeply unconscious, but the sheer power of the vibrator was causing her lower body to writhe. The thief reached over and began to manipulate her swollen clit with his fingers. A few moments of manipulation caused the helpless woman to have a thunderous orgasm. Her entire body writhed and shook violently in uncontrollable ecstasy. The man smiled through his mask and began to unbutton his pants, ready to completely violate the unconscious woman.

Just then, Ashley tackled the thief, slamming him onto the ground. Her recovery from the chloroform had been very quick. Apparently, the newness of the drug to her system had knocked her out, but her invulnerability quickly adapted to its effects and helped her become immune. Ashley delivered several punches to the thief's midsection. The man was now totally overpowered by the heroine. Finally, a sharp karate chop to the back of his neck knocked him out. Ashley had won.

With her adversary defeated, she realized she needed to get him off to jail. She used the phone on the nightstand to call the police and request a assistance. The police were on their way; it was now time to help the damsel in distress. Ashley went over to the woman and removed the chloroform mask, allowing the woman to breathe regular air. She then reached down and pulled out the vibrator before turning it off and tossing it aside. Ashley lightly tapped the woman on the cheek, helping her to wake up. After a couple of minutes, she finally began to stir. Moaning slightly, she slowly opened her eyes and looked at Ashley. "It's okay. You're going to be alright," the heroine said.

Still very groggy, the woman asked, "What happened?"

"A burglar chloroformed you. He was going to rob and rape you. But I stopped him."

Finally able to sit up and notice that she was naked, the woman said, "You must have stopped him just in time. Thank you."

Within minutes, two policemen arrived and promptly handcuffed the defeated thief, preparing to take hime to jail. Ashley had remained in the house to make sure the woman would be okay. The policemen were just as shocked by her outfit as the thief was. Ashley explained that she was indeed a superheroine and would be helping the police to fight crime. Before they left, one of the policemen said, "We sure do appreciate your help, Miss. A crimefighter is always welcome, especially one as beautiful as you. What shall we call you?"

Ashley thought about the answer for a second. She then smiled and said, "Call me Erotica."