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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 4: All Fall Down
It was a perfectly beautiful
Saturday morning. The sun shined all
over Peak City, but the temperature was not too high. A light, comfortable breeze blew upon Ashley and Dana Jensen as
they jogged along a trail just about a block from their apartment. The two young women smiled as they ran, not
even minding the sweat running down their faces. They were intent on enjoying their time outside. Dana was wearing a loose royal blue tank top
and matching jogging shorts, along with white socks and sneakers. Her older sister also wore white socks and
shoes, but had on a grey athletic racerback tank and shorts. The outfit was tight against her body,
showing off every curve of her 6-foot-tall frame. Both girls had their shoulder-length hair tied in ponytails. As they passed a woman walking along in a
dress, Dana asked, "So what time did you finally get in last night?"
"About one," Ashley
replied. "It took a while to get
the situation at the convenience store under control. The robbers were a couple of teenage girls with guns."
Dana frowned. "Wow.
I did some nutty things as a teen, but I've never considered holding up
a store."
"Good thing, because I
wouldn't want to have to post bail for you," Ashley said with a smirk on
her face. Dana smiled, but was then
knocked to the ground by another runner.
Ashley stopped to help her sister up.
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
Suddenly, the woman they had
just passed yelled out, "Help!
That man just stole my purse!"
Ashley looked up to see the man who ran into Dana. He was a tall, thin man wearing a green
jogging suit. Sure enough, he was clutching
a brown purse in his hand as he sprinted away.
"Damn," the redhead
sighed. "Wait here, Dana. I'll take care of this." Undoing her pontytail and making sure no one
was looking, Ashley ran behind a large tree and crossed her arms over her
chest. Within seconds, the heroine
Erotica emerged from behind the tree, adorned in her customary pink
outfit. Ashley considered her jogging
attire to be sexy, but Erotica's outfit was far more risque with its thong and
open-work bra. The thief was nearly out
of sight when the blonde began her pursuit.
Using her super speed, she darted towards him. Mere seconds later, she had covered the wide distance and tackled
the man from behind. Erotica sat on his
back and pulled his arms behind him.
Clutching the thief under her
arm, the heroine walked over to a policeman who had been patrolling the
area. "Officer? I believe this guy needs to take a ride to
the station."
Looking somewhat in disbelief at
the sight of a thin, scantily-clad woman holding up a man by one arm, the
officer said, "Thank you, Erotica.
The police appreciate your help anytime."
After handing the thief over to
the policeman, Erotica picked up the purse and walked over to return it to the
woman, who expressed her thanks. Dana
then ran over to the heroine.
"That was really cool, Erotica.
You're great," she said, trying to sound like she didn't know the
woman personally.
"I'm just glad you're okay,
young lady," the heroine said, continuing the ruse.
Just then, the policeman ran
over to the two women.
"Erotica! I hate to bother
you, but there's a report of some weird woman causing trouble at the high
school stadium. Can you take care of
it?"
"Of course."
As the officer began to walk
away, he said. "Thank you. I'll radio the station that you're on your
way."
Erotica nodded. With no one else around, she said to Dana,
"Go on home. I'll be back in a
while."
"I want to go with
you. I've never seen you in
action."
"Dana, this could be
dangerous. I don't want you to get
hurt."
The brunette frowned. "I promise I'll stay out of the
way. Nothing will happen to me."
"No, Sis. Go home." Without haste, Erotica then began to run into the distance.
Dana crossed her arms. "I'm tired of hearing about her
exploits on the news. I want to see it
in person this time." She suddenly
smiled. "How will she know I was
there if she doesn't see me? I'll just
hide out of view." Dana then began
to run after her sister.
When Erotica arrived at the
football stadium of the nearest high school, she was amazed by the
destruction. One entire section of
metal bleachers had been demolished.
The electronic scoreboard beyond the endzone was destroyed. The heroine looked over to see a woman
uprooting one of the goalposts. The
woman was around 6 feet-4 inches tall and had excellent muscle tone, but was
still very feminine with her slim frame and ample 36D breasts. Her larger than average size was the least
unusual aspect about her, for she had violet skin and long, curly, deep purple
hair. Only her blood red lips were of a
different color. Her outfit consisted
of a white string bikini adorned all over with fringe and white high-heeled
boots which came to below her knees. As
Erotica stared at the sight before her, she could only frown in amazement.
Using seemingly superhuman
strength, the purple woman finished tearing the uprights from the ground and
held the object above her head. At that
moment, Erotica strode to the middle of the field. The monster immediately spotted the busty blonde and dropped the
goalposts. "So, Erotica, you have
arrived," she said.
The heroine was intrigued. "You did this to bring me here? Who are you?"
"You can call me
Dementia. I am the one who will destroy
you." With that proclamation, the
woman charged at Erotica, who assumed a defensive stance. Dementia tackled the heroine, the impact
causing both women to be thrown several yards.
The two locked arms and began to scuffle on the ground, each attempting
to gain leverage. Erotica was surprised
by Dementia's strength; it seemed very comparable to her own superhuman
level. What was more surprising to her
was the woman's eyes. The eyes were a
deep yellow, very frightening and full of rage. The unusual appearance of the beast distracted Erotica long
enough for her adversary to land a vicious punch across her face.
"Unnhh," the heroine
yelped.
The blow stunned Erotica,
allowing Dementia to get to her knees.
"Now you will pay, you slut."
Grabbing the blonde by her bra, she pulled her to her feet and lifted
her with ease above her head. With a
grunt, Dementia threw her opponent across the field, directly at the remaining
goalpost. Erotica slammed against the
middle of the crossbar, her body shuddering before sliding off the metal frame
and falling to the ground. With the
heroine lying prone, Dementia slowly walked over to her.
Meanwhile, Dana Jensen stopped
running as she ducked behind a large blocking sled on the nearby practice
field. Breathing and sweating heavily,
she crouched on the ground. "Man,
that was a long way to run." Just
then, the brunette noticed her sister's alter-ego lying in the endzone, being
approached by a monstrous, purple woman.
"What the hell? Who's
that?"
Erotica had gotten to her knees
as Dementia stopped in front of her.
The two stared each other down, not uttering a word. The heroine slowly got to her feet and then
manage to deliver a swift kick to the beast's midsection. Moaning, Dementia grabbed her stomach and
fell to the ground.
"Yeah, Ashley, kick her
ass!" Dana cheered discreetly, making sure she would not be noticed.
The blonde bombshell bent down
and picked up her opponent, then bodyslammed her to the turf. Without haste, she delivered an elbow to
Dementia's throat. After writhing for a
moment, the woman then became still. Erotica sighed, pleased that she had apparently won. Leaving her unmoving counterpart, she began
to walk away.
Suddenly, Dementia opened her
eyes and spotted the heroine. She then
looked up at one of the uprights above her.
The woman squinted, causing two thin yellow energy beams to come out of
her eyes. The beams struck the upright
and, with surgical precision, sliced the bar off. The bar fell, landing directly on the unsuspecting Erotica and
striking her directly across the back.
The heroine fell face-down on the ground. A grinning Dementia got to her feet and walked over to the
blonde. She then pushed the metal bar
off Erotica's back and rolled her over.
The heroine's eyes were glazed over; she was extremely disoriented.
Grabbing Erotica's ankles,
Dementia began to drag her across the field.
The scantily-clad woman was unable to resist being pulled. As the purple beast arrived at midfield, she
started to spin around, spinning Erotica in the process. After several seconds, the rotation of the
two women was very high. Suddenly,
Dementia released her grip. The heroine
flew into the air, sailing directly towards the two story-high pressbox. She crashed into the structure with a
thunderous impact. Dementia could not
help but laugh as she walked up the steps to the impact site. She walked into wreckage and moments later
emerged carrying Erotica in her arms.
The barely conscious heroine's body hung limp. The evil woman walked back onto the field with her injured
adversary just as the mangled pressbox completely collapsed.
Erotica was suddenly dumped onto
the field. Dementia walked away from
her, turning around once she covered twenty yards. She placed her hands on her hips as she waited for the weakened
blonde to regain her senses. After a couple
of minutes, Erotica managed to get to her feet, then staring at her adversary
with a look of fatigue on her face.
Dementia returned the stare before opening her eyes wide, allowing much
larger yellow beams to emerge. The
beams struck the heroine directly in the chest, hurtling her a distance of over
sixty yards.
"Aaaaaaarrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhh!!!!!!!" was all Erotica could
shriek as she flew. Once she hit the
ground, she became very still.
The tears streamed from Dana's
face as she tried to comprehend what just happened. "Oh my god. Ashley's
hurt," was the only thing she could think to say. She continued to stare at her motionless
sister. For all she knew,
Ashley/Erotica could be dead. She had
taken the full brunt of the blast created by Dementia's eye beams. "She's not moving," the young
brunette added. "No, this can't be
happening." She then noticed that
the purple woman had walked over to the fallen heroine. Leaning down, she put her finger's on
Erotica's neck, obviously checking for a pulse. The frantic Dana calmed down enough to notice her sister's chest
rising and falling. She was alive, but
totally unconscious; her breathing was very shallow. The power of her bra had once again prevented Erotica's demise,
but it had not allowed her to defeat Dementia.
For the first time, an opponent was able to match the heroine in
strength and ability. Neither the
unconscious Erotica nor her teary-eyed sister had a clue as to who Dementia
was. That wasn't important at the
moment; what mattered was that she had won, a fact which was reinforced as Dana
watched the purple beast pick up Erotica and throw the limp piece of flesh over
her right shoulder. Immediately,
Dementia left the scene of the incredible chaos.
The evil Dementia slowly walked
through the outskirts of Peak City, the beaten, inert form of Erotica still
draped over her shoulder. Following the
duo, but keeping a safe distance, was Dana.
She was extrememly concerned about the condition of her sister and had
to know where she was being taken by this monster. Eventually, they entered a less-populated part of town. As Dana ducked behind a white minivan, she
saw Dementia walk up to an abandoned hospital.
The young woman recalled that it had been shut down a couple of months
before after some accident. Part of the
large, six story building was burned out, but the rest of it seemed to be in
good shape, although all the equipment had
probably been removed. Dementia
seemed to have purpose in coming here, though, as she entered the building
along with the fair-skinned beauty she had hurt.
"Ashley's in big
trouble," Dana proclaimed as she stepped out from behind the minivan. With a stern look in her eyes, she
continued, "I've got to help her.
But how? Hmmm, I'm going to
have to come up with a plan."
Quickly, the beautiful brunette started to run the long distance back to
her and Ashley's apartment.
The tall, purple woman walked
into an examination room in the hospital.
The room was fully equipped with medical supplies and had a long, flat
examination table in the middle of the floor.
It was on that table that Dementia placed the still-deeply unconscious
Erotica. The heroine was neatly placed
face-up, her legs outstretched and together, her arms at her sides with the
palms down. The beast went over to
close the door and put on the long, white labcoat which was hanging on the hook
on the back of the door. The coat had a
stethoscope in one of the pockets and also had a namebadge on the left side
that read, "E. Funderburk, M.D."
Placing the stethoscope around her neck, Dementia said, "It's time
to get a look at you." She was
speaking to her unresponsive "patient," apparently enjoying the fact
she wasn't able to reply. Quickly, the
"doctor" stripped Erotica of her thong and magical bra before
positioning her as she was a moment ago.
Although still wearing her elbow-length gloves and high heeled boots,
the blonde essentially lay bare before Dementia, completely helpless without
her bra.
Taking the stethoscope, the
purple beast began to examine Erotica, first placing it on her chest, where she
had been hit by the eye beams. The
heroine was in such a deep state of unconscious that she did not even flinch
when the cold metal device was placed on her skin. Dementia moved the stethoscope about the woman's midsection. "Your breathing is normal, for someone
in your condition." Shifting over
to Erotica's left breast, the woman raised an eyebrow. "Interesting," she said. "Your heartbeat is very unusual, sort
of doubled. It's almost as if your
heart is pumping something else along with the blood." Removing the stethoscope from Erotica's
smooth skin, Dementia used her hands to examine the blonde's chest. She did not detect any unusual feelings
until she ran her fingers over the heroine's large, pink nipples. The beast then went over to the supply table
and grabbed a magnifying glass.
Returning to the examination table, she bent down to get a magnified
view of Erotica's nipples. "The pores on your nipples are wide
open, seemingly in anticipation."
Looking over at the heroine's unusual open-work bra, Dementia added,
"This could be what makes you tick."
Dementia grabbed the bra off the
ground and proceeded to put it back on Erotica. Laying her flat once again, the beast got out her stethoscope and
made another examination of her chest.
"As I suspected. Your heart
is indeed pumping two fluids at the same time.
So that is how you get your powers:
the properties in the bra enter through the open pores in your nipples
and collect in your heart, creating an adrenaline-type substance which flows
along with the blood throughout your body.
Removing your bra will cut off your supply. Whatever amount of substance is left in your bloodstream will
continue to circulate, but is too miniscule to give you any power." Dementia grinned after reaching her
conclusion. Placing the stethoscope on
the supply table, she began examing Erotica's entire body with her hands. As she felt about, she could sense an
unusual but slight warmness to the heroine's skin. It was not fever, but apparently the external effect of the power
coursing through Erotica's body.
Dementia ran her hands down the blonde's stomach, but stopped when she
neared her pussy.
"That's odd," the evil
woman noted. She quickly pulled Erotica's
legs until her crotch was at the edge of the table. Pulling over a wheeled stool and sitting down, Dementia spread
the heroine's legs and began to examine her most intimate opening. Running her fingers over Erotica's labia,
the woman said, "This area isn't warm at all. In fact, it's almost cold."
Opening the lips of her pussy, Dementia placed her fingers deep into the
vagina before her. Suddenly, Erotica's
body flinched. Dementia looked up,
suspecting that the heroine was finally regaining consciousness. Erotica was motionless once again,
however. "I see," the purple
beast said with an evil grin. "For
some reason, your genitals and vaginal tract are not receiving the powerful
substance. This is your weak point,
something that can be exploited."
It took nearly an hour, but Dana
finally made it home. She had ran
almost the entire distance and was panting heavily as she closed the door
behind her. The brunette sat on the
couch, wanting to pass out from exhaustion.
"No, I can't rest," she told herself. "Ashley needs me. But what can I do?" Dana pondered the situation for a while,
then finally her eyes opened wide.
"That's it, I'll become her partner! Yeah, I can be a superhero too." Standing up and walking to the fridge for a cold drink, she
continued to tell herself, "I'm a tough girl. I may not have Ashley's power, but I took those self-defense
classes. I can hold my own in a brawl. I may not even need to fight. It's just that one freak show reject; if I
could wait until she's distracted, I can get Ashley out of there with no
problem."
After finishing her drink, Dana
had stripped out of her jogging outfit and taken a shower. She then walked into her bedroom with a
white towel around her, her straight, shoulder-length hair still wet. "Now, if I'm going to be a superhero,
I'm going to need a costume, something cool and sexy." Pondering what to wear, the brunette added,
"I left my red, white, and blue bikini at Tommy's house. I'll have to go with something else."
Several minutes later, Dana
stood in front of her long mirror admiring herself. After drying off, she put on her red string bikini, some white
socks, and some white sneakers. Her
slim, 5-foot-7 frame was accented beautifully by the outfit. Dana smiled as she looked herself over, but
then frowned. "This won't
work. I look like I'm ready to go to
the pool, not fight crime."
Walking over to her closet, she opened the door and looked around. She noticed the pile of clothes on the
floor. The pile mainly consisted of various
items her male friends had left behind.
Dana began fishing through the pile.
She then smirked and said, "Hmmm.
If Ashley can wear something that revealing, I can do better."
"Oooohhhh. Unnhh." Erotica winced in pain as she slowly, finally came out of
unconsciousness. She was very weak and
disoriented. She placed her left hand
on her forehead and her right hand on her chest, where she had been hit by the
energy blast. As she caressed her
slightly tender skin, she made the one discovery she most feared: her magical bra was gone. "No!
I've been stripped!" she said in a weak voice. The feel of her gloved hands made her
realize she was not completely naked.
Finally opening her eyes, she sat up on what seemed like a table and
looked at herself. Her thong was also
gone, but her boots remained.
"You feel helpless, don't
you?" Erotica looked in front of
her to see Dementia. Having removed her
lab coat, she stood there wearing only her fringed bikini and boots, her arms
crossed.
"Where...where am I?"
the heroine asked.
Dementia frowned and replied,
"You don't know? You should,
because you were here over two months ago.
You certainly caused enough harm."
Erotica did not understand what
was going on. As her head gradually
cleared, she looked around and began to realize she was in an examination
room. "Is this...Memorial
Hospital?"
"Good for you. Because of you and your irresponsibility,
this building is very barren."
"Because of me?" Erotica began to think back to two months
before. The then remembered: she had had an encounter here. She was on the trail of a major gang leader
in the city. He fled, but she had
trailed him to this hospital. He ran
throughout the building, trying to evade her.
Both of them had reached the research wing and a fight ensued. In the process, several vats of volatile
chemicals had been toppled and began to mix.
Erotica got as many people out as she could before the wing exploded. Nearly a third of the building had been
gutted. Thirty-eight people died, including
the gang leader. As far as Erotica
could remember, it was he who overturned the vats in an attempt to stop
her. She had done everything she could
to prevent such a catastrophe.
As the heroine recalled these
events, she looked over at Dementia.
"I was in the research department that day," the purple woman
said. "I was far enough away from
the blast to avoid death, but not enough to fully escape. A gas cloud enveloped me. I couldn't breathe. Soon, I passed out. When I awoke, I was in the pharmacy. Some orderlies had managed to drag me out of
there and get me to safety. I screamed
when I looked at myself in the mirror.
Soon, though, I found out that more had happened to me than simple
discoloration. I had grown six inches,
my muscle definition had increased, and my strength became superhuman, among
other things. Now, I will use my powers
to destroy you who have turned me into a monster."
Erotica was shocked by the
revelation. "No! It wasn't my fault. I didn't cause the accident."
"You lie! If it wasn't for you, that boy would have
never come in here and the fight would not have happened. Your mischief must end. You must die."
Managing to get off the table
and walk over to Dementia, Erotica pleaded with her captor, "Please, you
must understand that there was nothing I could do. I would never intentionally put innocent people at risk."
Dementia grew angry. "You lie. And you will pay."
Suddenly, the purple beast drew back and landed a vicious haymaker to
Erotica's jaw. Having been rendered
mortal when her bra was removed, the heroine dropped like a sack of
potatoes. She was unconscious before
she hit the floor.
It was already dark when Dana
pulled up to the hospital in her navy blue Camry. She stepped out of the car wearing a long beige trenchcoat. Her white cowboy boots were the only other
piece of clothing to be seen. Placing
the car keys in a small magnetic holder, she stuck the holder on the inside of
the left rear fender. Taking a deep
breath, she told herself, "Okay, Jensen, this is it." Without haste, she entered the building
through an unlocked side door. Gently
closing the door behind her, Dana looked around. The hospital seemed completely empty. "Now all I have to do is find Ashley and that witch,"
she said.
Suddenly, a male voice was heard
saying, "Hey, who are you?"
Dana turned to her left to see two tall, thin men dressed in orderly's
outfits. Her eyes opened wide with both
fear and anticipation. She hadn't
expected a confrontation with anyone besides Dementia, but she was ready
nonetheless. She was also ready to
reveal her costume. As the two
orderlies started to walk towards her, she quickly took off her trenchcoat. The men stopped in their tracks as they
gazed at the sight before them.
Dana knew that one of Erotica's
advantages was her revealing pink costume.
Criminals--the males at least, and some females as well--have been
stunned by the beautiful sight of a scantily-clad woman, and have been
distracted enough to be defeated. When
choosing her costume, the young brunette had decided to employ the same
strategy. Only she had taken the matter
a step further. As she stood there,
facing the two drooling men, she wore a smile, and hardly anything else. Other than her cowboy boots, Dana was
wearing a black cotton thong and navy blue suspenders clipped to the
thong. The suspenders were the kind
that crossed in the back to form an X and came straight down in the front. That would be revealing enough, but Dana had
decided to wear the suspenders backwards.
The X was between her pert breasts, leaving them fully bare. The brunette's gorgeous 34C-22-34 frame was
almost fully revealed.
The orderlies could not take
their eyes off of the smooth legs and supple breasts they beheld. They did not even notice that the legs and
breasts were getting closer. Dana
suddenly kicked the man on the right in the groin. As he fell to the knees, she did the same to his partner. The two men winced in pain. As they tried to regain their senses, the
brunette took their heads and rammed them together, knocking both orderlies
out. The half-naked girl smiled at her
first triumph before proceeding down the hall.
Dana assumed a defensive stance
as she made her way through the corridor.
She now knew that there may be several others in the building; she had
to be careful. The brunette felt a rush
of adrenaline. She had always
fantasized about being a heroine and going on a dangerous mission. Being in such a revealing outfit and not
knowing what perils were ahead of her made Dana very excited. She could feel a sexual rush within her.
She stopped as she reached an
intersection and peered down the corner.
She could see no one down the hall.
Suddenly, Dana felt a sharp blow to her neck. "Unnnhhh," she moaned as she dropped to one knee. She looked up to see a blonde girl, about
her own age, dressed as a candy striper.
"We have an intruder!"
the girl yelled. Dana suddenly tripped
up the candy striper and got up, quickly running away. She was about to the end of a corridor when
a big, burly orderly came out of the door.
The brunette stopped in her tracks and started to run the other
way. Eventually, she took a wrong turn
and ended up in a dead end. Backing up
against the wall, Dana was breathing heavily, her bare breasts heaving. The orderly walked towards her and was soon
being joined by the three candy stripers and three more orderlies. All of a sudden, young Dana was trapped and
outnumbered.
As the seven people confronted
the half-naked brunette, one of the orderlies asked, "So who are you
supposed to be?"
"I'm...uuuhhh," Dana
replied. "Damn!" she
whispered to herself. "I forgot to
think of a name." Thinking about
it for a minute, she then said, "That's none of your business, pal. Now you better let me go before I get wicked
on your ass." Without haste, the
brunette lunged at one of the candy stripers, knocking the girl to the ground
as she started to punch her. The burly
orderly walked up next to her and delivered a harsh punch to her back. "Unnnnhhhhh!!!!!" Dana yelled as
she fell over. Getting on all fours,
the young woman shook her head, trying to clear her mind. Suddenly, all seven of her opponents began
pounding away at her. "No! Owww!!!
Unnnnnnhhhhhhh!!!!!!!" Dana screamed as she felt the impact of the
relentless punches. Now on her knees,
she put her hands over the back of her head, trying to protect herself.
At the end of the hallway,
Dementia walked through the doors and headed toward the commotion. As she neared the fracas, she yelled,
"Enough!" the orderlies and
candy stripers ceased their attack and stood near the wall. As they broke their huddle, Dementia could
now see Dana lying face-down on the floor, her arms at her sides. The girl was not moving, except for the fact
she was breathing heavily and her tight butt was writhing up and down, smasming
as a result of the beating. The attack
was too much for the mortal brunette; she had been violently knocked
unconscious. As Dementia looked down at
the hurt girl, she marveled at the skimpy outfit. She could not see Dana's face, which was obscured by her
hair. "Who is this?"
"She could be a friend of
Erotica's," a candy striper replied.
"We caught her trying to sneak in."
"She's nothing but a
troublemaker. Do whatever you want to
her. She is not important; I have what
I want. Just make sure there are no
more disturbances."
"Yes, Dementia," the
girl said. As the purple beast walked
away, the candy striper told the burly orderly, "Bring the
girl." Dana had become completely
still when the orderly rolled her over and lifted her into his arms. Her nearly naked body was very limp. The group of people laughed as the walked
down the hall with their unconscious prize.
Dementia walked into a large
room adorned with unusual medical equipment.
A large, flat table was in the middle of the room. Several pieces of equipment hung from the
ceiling. There were storage cabinets
which contained other devices. The room
actually had the feel of a torture chamber rather than a medical facility. That idea was reinforced by the fact that
Erotica was in bondage. Still naked
except for her gloves and boots, the heroine had her wrists shackled behind her
back; the shackles were connected the wall by a thick chain. "Sorry for the interruption,"
Dementia said as she walked over to a supply table. She put on her lab coat, which was draped over a chair, and
reached for some latex rubber gloves.
"When was the last time you had a gynecological exam?"
Erotica was shocked by the
question. "Are you insane?"
"It's a valid
question. You should have one
regularly." Having put on the
gloves, Dementia grabbed a bottle of K-Y jelly and walked over to the bound
heroine. Kneeling down so that she was
face-to-crotch, she said, "This will hurt a little bit." The purple beast squirted a large amount of
the jelly onto her fingers and spread Erotica's legs apart. In her weakened state, the blonde was in no
position to resist. Dementia proceeded
to examine Erotica's pussy, first manipulating her labia then her clitoris.
Erotica moaned wildly. "Ooooohhhhh." The examination was already causing great
pleasure. As Dementia opened her vagina
and began to run her fingers inside it, the heroine moaned even more. Soon, the purple beast thrust one finger
deep into Erotica's vagina, then two fingers, then three. Finally, Dementia managed to place her
entire lubricated and gloved hand into the opening. "Unnnnnhhhhh!!!!!" Erotica screamed as she felt the
fisting action. The pleasure was
intense.
With the heroine completely under
her control, Dementia gloated. She then
looked up at the moaning blonde.
"While I'm down here, I'll give you a rectal exam too." Immediately, she rammed two lubricated
fingers into Erotica's anus and began manipulating her ass.
"Aaaaiiiieeee!!!!"
Erotica yelled. The double penetration
was too much for her. She could feel
the onset of a thunderous climax.
Surely in her weakened condition, it would be too much for her. As pleasurable as the experience was, she
tried to hold back orgasm. She bit down
on her lip. Dementia could tell that
Erotica was resisting. The evil woman
manipulated the heroine even further, trying to make climax unavoidable. Finally, Erotica shook in her bonds as she
felt the orgasmic waves overtake her.
Dementia could feel the contractions within the heroine's body and
manipulated her even more, attempting to highten the sensations further. As the orgasm began to cease, Erotica
collapsed onto the kneeling Dementia.
With her hand and fingers still inside the heroine, the woman allowed
Erotica to crumple to the floor, having been rendered unconscious by the
unbelievable climax.
Dana strained against her bonds,
trying to make sense of her situation.
After regaining consciousness, she had discovered that she had been tied
up. Her wrists were bound behind her
back and connected with rope to her ankles, which were similarly bound. A cloth gag was the final touch to this
package. The lights were off, leaving
Dana unaware of her surroundings. She
figured she was still in the hospital, given that she was lying on the cold
linoleum floor. Normally, she would
enjoy being tied up and having her breasts and thighs exposed to the cool
surface, but she was increasingly becoming aware that this was a serious
situation. She had no idea what was
going to happen to her.
After she had been awake for
about two hours, the door opened and the lights were turned on. The four orderlies entered the sparse room
and closed the door. Two of them began
to untie her and remove her gag. As soon
as she was loose, she made a run for the door.
She was stopped, however, by the other two men. "There's no escape for you,
girlie. You're coming with us."
Moments later, the four men
exited the room, each carrying a writhing Dana by her limbs. As she travelled headfirst down the hallway,
she yelled, "Let go of me, you creeps!" She continued to struggle as she was carried into an elevator
which travelled down two floors. The
journey then continued, until the men arrived at an operating room. Dana turned her head to see eleven people
standing around an operating table. A
group consisting of six men and five women, they were all wearing standard
surgery scrubs, complete with masks.
"No! Let me go!" the
brunette continued to wail.
The orderlies managed to place
the struggling girl on the table, which included four shackle clamps. Her legs were spread apart and her ankles
were each strapped down. Then her arms
were put to her sides and her wrists were secured in place. With Dana bound on the table, the orderlies
left and closed the door. The brunette
looked up at the surgeons who were staring at her. All six men, and two of the women, were staring mainly at her
half-naked body. Dana suddenly felt a
rush of sexual excitement; her nipples became hard, her pussy moist. The young woman was really too naive and
innocent to comprehend the danger she was in.
She could only think about how exciting it was to be in such a compromising
position.
Suddenly, one of the female
surgeons placed a black gas mask over her mouth and nose. Shocked, Dana took a deep breath,
immediately sensing the sweet aroma and taste of anesthesia. "No!
They're putting me to sleep!" she whispered to herself. She began to struggle, but it was no
use. Her bonds were tight, the mask was
secured against her face. Even though
she tried to resist, she had no choice but to inhale the gas. Her soft brown eyes were wide open with
fright, but were slowly closing. Her
body felt so heavy. Her mind started to
drift. "No...I can't...uhhh." Her last conscious thought was that of her
dear sister.
"Ashley...help...Ash...."
As her body went fully limp, Dana's eyes finally closed in defeat. The young brunette slipped deep into
unconsciousness.
Erotica's head pounded as she
lay on the large table. The knockouts
had taken their toll on her; she was growing weaker. Now, as she lay spread-eagle, her wrists and ankles shackled to
the four corners of the table, she could only imagine what was to come. Suddenly, Dementia's purple face appeared
above her. "It's time to get
serious," she said. "I've had
enough fun with you. Now your demise
begins. I could simply kill you, but I
want you to suffer. Since you are so
proud of your sexuality, I think it's appropriate that you get raped to death." With that, the evil woman stepped out of the
heroine's view.
The buzzing of machinery made
Erotica lift her head and look beyond her feet. Against the wall was a large square metal device. She gulped when she saw that coming out of
the device was a long shaft. It was
growing longer and heading straight for her bare pussy. With all her remaining strength, Erotica
tried to struggle out of her tight bonds.
It was no use; in a matter of seconds, the shaft would reach her tender
vagina. As it grew ever closer, she
could see that a clear substance was oozing out of the tip of the shaft. It was lubricating itself, anticipating its
entry into her. The heroine's hips became
tight as she tried to get out of its way.
Finally, though, the oiled shaft reached its feminine destination and
forcefully impaled Erotica.
The busty blonde winced as she
felt the initial penetration. The shaft
was huge, thick; it stretched her vagina to the max. Erotica felt powerless as the shaft continued to impale her. As she fought off the feelings of pleasure,
she noticed that it was still extending, pushing deep within her. The pleasure began to turn to pain as she
felt it push against her cervix. The
pole had gone as far as it could into her vagina; Erotica was fully impaled by
the device. Suddenly, the metal rod
began to vibrate. The sensation
overwhelmed Erotica. She could feel her
entire body vibrating as a result of the deep penetration. The vibrations increased in intensity, now
savagely raping the heroine. Nearing
total submission, Erotica screamed when she felt a heat beam emanating from the
device strike her clitoris. Within
seconds, her body exploded in orgasm.
The heroine writhed up and down on the shaft as she felt the climax
course through her. The heat beam
continued to strike at her clit, triggering a series of further orgasms. The device continued to rape her, forcing
her to come over and over until she had no choice but to pass out.
Dana's chest was rising and
falling in a regular pattern as the gas mask continued to deliver the
anesthesia. She was now in a deep state
of unconsciousness, ready for the surgeons to do their work. While one male surgeon reduced the flow of
gas, the mask was left on the brunette's face.
"Pumps," one of the females ordered. A second woman wheeled a small machine over to the operating
table. A large hose was connected to
the machine; at the midpoint, the hose split into two smaller hoses. At the end of each hose was a suction
cup. A male surgeon took the suction
cups and placed them on each of Dana's perky breasts. With the flip of a switch, the machine came to life. Quickly the suction cups began a pumping
motion. The brunette's tits were being
heavily molested; the function of the machine was simply sexual manipulation.
With the pumps at full strength,
the surgeons turned their attention elsewhere.
"Scissors," the lead female ordered. A male handed her some surgical scissors, with which she
proceeded to cut Dana's thong. Lifting
the thong, the woman cut across the front before slicing the waistband. She then unclipped the front of the
suspenders and reached underneath the unconscious girl to pull her skimpy
outfit completely off. Meanwhile,
another female had removed Dana's boots and the white socks she had on
underneath. The motionless brunette now
lay on the table totally naked.
"Snake," the woman
said. Another machine, similar to the
first except for its appendage, was wheeled to the table. This device had a thick, flexible tube
coming out of it. The end was rounded,
with a small hole at the tip. The
machine was activated, causing the tube to vibrate gently. A clear substance began slowly oozing out of
the hole. Taking the tube, a male
surgeon stroked Dana's shaved pussy and then inserted the tube into her,
thrusting it several inches within the vagina.
The anesthesized brunette offered no response as the machines began to
fully molest her body. The surgeons
stood back and allowed Dana's mechanical rape to proceed uninterrupted.
"In all honesty, I didn't
expect you to last this long. I didn't
think it would come to this." With
a fatigued Erotica bent over the table with her tight butt in the air, Dementia
stood over her with a look of frustration.
The sweat glistened on Erotica's
naked skin. Her blond hair was matted
to the side of her face. She was so
tired, so hurt by the relentless sexual torture. She was surprised herself when she woke up and discovered that
she had survived the rape by the metal shaft.
"I don't know how much more I can take," she whispered to
herself. "I just hope Dana can go
on without me. I wish I could see her
once more." Taking a deep breath
in an attempt to compose herself, Erotica suddenly felt a dildo jammed into her
pussy. "Aaaahhh!!!!" she
yelled.
Dementia stood behind the
heroine, pumping a large red dildo in and out of her. The villainess had stripped completely naked. It was true that her entire body was purple,
even her large, dark nipples and shaved pussy.
With a sinister smile, she said, "If I have to do it this way, then
I'm going to get some pleasure out of it." As she continued to impale Erotica with the dildo, she began to
stroke her own clit. The heroine moaned
as she allowed the thrusting to continue.
She could only hope to hold on.
Now fully masturbating, Dementia moaned and screamed as she took full
pleasure in her actions.
Erotica was done. She could feel the orgasm coming, the orgasm
that would send her over the edge and end this. It was getting closer, closer, closer. Suddenly, Dementia pulled the dildo out of the blonde's quivering
pussy. Barely conscious now, Erotica
took a couple of deep breaths in order to calm herself down. The purple beast stared at the phallus; it
was dripping with the heroine's feminine juices. With an evil smile, she rammed the dildo into Erotica's ass.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!!!!" The blonde bombshell winced as she felt the
shaft go into her butt. The anal
penetration was just as intense; the orgasm would come indeed.
Still masturbating herself to a
climax, Dementia laughed. "How
sweet it is. Now two of you
superbitches will perish on the same day."
Barely able to sustain conscious
thought, Erotica asked, "What are you talking about?"
"One of your friends tried
to save you. But my associates are taking
care of her. Too bad. She was a cute girl, with that nice brown
hair and those slim legs."
Erotica's eyes opened wide. "Brown hair? No!" The heroine
knew it had to be Dana who was captured.
She had to do something.
Mustering all her strength, Erotica managed to kick her right leg
backwards, hoping that Dementia had her own legs spread.
She did; the kick landed on the
woman's crotch. Wincing in pain,
Dementia wobbled back a couple of steps.
After quickly pulling the dildo out of her ass, Erotica rolled over and
used both her feet to kick her adversary in the stomach. The stumbling Dementia crashed into the
impaling device she had used on the heroine.
"Aaahhh!!! Die you
bitch!" the purple beast yelled.
Opening her eyes wide, she let loose with her energy beams.
Thinking quickly, Erotica
grabbed a nearby mirror. The beams hit
the glass rather her body. Once
reflected, the energy came right back at Dementia, striking her in the chest. "Aaaaiiiieeee!!!!" she screamed
before slumping to the floor.
Erotica dropped the mirror and
sighed. She then remembered what she
had to do. "Dana! I've got to get her out of here!" Without haste, she grabbed her bra and
thong. As she finished dressing, she
noticed that the impaling device had been hit by Dementia's energy beams; it
was beginning to short circuit. The
heroine realized that with all the chemicals and gasses in the hospital, an
explosion would destroy the building.
She looked down at her unmoving adversary, unable to tell if she was unconscious
or dead. It didn't matter; Erotica only
had time to find her sister and get out.
Racing down the numerous
corridors, Erotica looked for any sign of activity. She finally arrived at the surgery wing and noticed the lights on
in one of the rooms. As she entered the
operating room, she immediately saw her sister lying unconscious on the table,
being molested by the machines.
"No!" she screamed.
The eleven surgeons turned around and looked at the heroine. Now full of anger, she attacked the surgeons,
quickly knocking them all out. She then
looked at the young woman and said, "Dana, what have they done to
you?" The brunette was unable to
answer; she was still being sedated by the anesthesia. Erotica quickly pulled the gas mask off
Dana's face and allowed her to breathe oxygen.
The heroine then smashed the machines, causing them to shut down before
she removed the tube from her sister's pussy and the pumps from her breasts. The blonde scooped up the young woman in her
arms and proceeded to run towards the nearest exit.
Moments later, Erotica ran
outside into the early morning darkness.
She immediately noticed Dana's Camry parked on the street. With her sister still in her arms, the
heroine reached under the fender and pulled out the magnetic holder. Seconds later, she had unlocked the car,
placed Dana in the back seat, and sat in the driver's seat. Erotica then started the car and sped away,
just before the hospital was engulfed in flames.
Two days later, Ashley Jensen
was sitting at her computer. Lounging
in blue jeans and a kelly green T-shirt, she sipped some coffee as she viewed
the infomation on the monitor. The
police had granted Erotica access to their computer files so that she could
better assist them with crimefighting.
Ashley had that morning managed to find details regarding the Memorial
Hospital incident from two months earlier.
She brought up a picture of a beautiful woman who appeared to be in her
late twenties. Thin glasses accented
her blue eyes; her long brown hair was placed in a bun. The woman was Dementia; at least, it was
what she looked like before the incident.
It was hard for Ashley to believe that the person she was looking at was
the same monster who had nearly destroyed her.
Taking her coffee cup, Ashley
got up to check on her sister. Dana had
finally woke up that morning. The heavy
dose of anesthesia had kept her unconscious for almost forty hours after
Erotica brought her home. The prolonged
exposure to the gas also had temporarily disrupted Dana's short-term memory;
she had very little recollection of the entire incident. As Ashley walked to the bedroom door, she
saw her younger sibling sitting up in bed, resting comfortably. Naked underneath the sheets, she had the
comforter pulled up to her breasts.
"You doing okay?" Ashley asked.
"Yeah, I'm just a little
sore. So, did you find out who she
was?"
Ashley nodded and replied,
"I did. Her name's Erika
Funderburk. She was a doctor at the
hospital before the explosion. They
never found the body, so she was considered dead. She and several other employees must have suffered mental trauma
because of the chemicals released into the air. She seemed to be the only one who was physically altered,
though."
"Did the cops find any
survivors this time?"
"No," Ashley
replied. "Everybody must have
died." Dana smiled, knowing that
anyone who saw her in costume and could connect her to Erotica was no longer alive. "Look, Sis," the redhead
continued, "I want to thank you for coming after me."
"Don't worry about
it," Dana said. "Anyway, you
wound up saving me."
"Yeah, but you gave me a
reason to keep going," Ashley said.
"I was ready to give up and let Dementia defeat me, but when I
found out you were in danger, I had to save you. I couldn't let anything happen to you."
"Well, that's what sisters
are for."