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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 5: The Ultimate Challenge

Ashley Jensen was getting bored. It was only eleven in the morning, and she had finished her work for the next two hours. She decided to simply surf the Web and check her e-mail. The twenty-three year old Ashley was a conservative woman, but still very beautiful. She was wearing a gray and black skirt and double-breasted jacket along with black pumps. It accented her straight, shoulder-length, flame red hair. Her cherished shark tooth necklace was around her neck. As she read one of her messages, her co-worker Julie Richards came up to her desk with a stack of papers in her arms. The voluptuous woman looked stunning in her red blouse and short black skirt. Her curly black hair reached down to the middle of her back. It was obvious that she was more concerned with her looks than Ashley was with her own. Julie could immediately tell that her friend was in the middle of leisurely activities. "Already done with your work as usual, right, Ash?"

The redhead simply smiled. "You guessed it."

"Say, you've got some vacation time coming up, don't you?" Julie asked.

"Two weeks starting tomorrow afternoon. I'm looking forward to it," Ashley replied.

"Do you have anything planned?"

"Not a thing. My sister's off as well, but she's going on a hiking trip. I guess I'll just hang around at home and rest."

Julie laughed. "You're always the fun one," she said jokingly. Ashley knew it wasn't meant to be sarcastic; the two were good friends who enjoyed taking jabs at each other. "Well," Julie added, "I have to make some copies now, but do you want to join me for lunch?"

"Sure. Just let me know when you're finished in the copy room. I'll be right here." Julie smiled at Ashley and walked to the copy room a few yards away from Ashley's desk. This section of the office was virtually barren, as many other employees were either at an early lunch or on vacation. Ashley knew she wouldn't get in trouble for surfing the Web on company time if no one else was around, and she knew that Julie would not report her. Just as the redhead closed her e-mail file, she heard a scream from the copy room, which Julie had entered just moments before. Ashley got up from her chair, ran over, and eased the copy room door open to peek inside. She was alarmed by what she saw: Julie was being assaulted by a man in a one-piece black jumpsuit and grey-colored ski mask. His arms were wrapped tightly around the woman and a chloroform rag was being placed over her mouth.

"I have to help her," Ashley muttered to herself. She carefully closed the door back and ran behind a partition on the other side of the office. She then crossed her arms over her chest, creating a small flash of light. Seconds later, Erotica stood in Ashley's place. The blonde was wearing her customary pink bikini. Quickly, she ran back to the copy room.

Inside the room, the masked man removed the rag from the mouth of the now-unconscious Julie. She was slumped on the floor, lying on her right side. After putting away the rag, the man ripped open Julie's blouse and began to fondle her ample 36D breasts. Suddenly, the door to the room was slammed open. The man looked up to see Erotica walk in and march over to him and his victim. The scantily-clad heroine reached down and picked the burly man up by one hand. Rearing back, she landed a hard punch to his face, the impact of which hurtled him into the far wall. The thug crumpled to the ground, but managed to quickly regain his senses. Seemingly realizing he was no match for the woman, he fled out the window to the fire escape, which he had used to enter the building. Erotica took no time to revel in her victory. She crossed her arms once again. A flash of light later, Ashley reappeared and knelt down to attend to her injured friend.

The next day, Ashley was working at her computer, adorned in a two-piece, pale green dress, black pumps, and her necklace. She was obviously looking forward to the end of the day and the beginning of her vacation. As she intently proceeded with her computing work, she heard a commotion outside. She looked out the window and saw that the jewelry store across the street was being broken into. Ashley immediately went to an empty room and became Erotica. When she arrived at the store, she found four masked men robbing the store. They were wearing the same black jumpsuits and grey masks as the man who attacked Julie. There were no employees present because the store wasn't supposed to open for another two hours. Erotica instantly proceeded to battle her adversaries. Two of the men were totally stunned by her outfit. As usual, the amount of skin she was showing was too overwhelming for the typical male. The other two thieves, though, were more focused and double-teamed her. One of them pulled a gun and pointed it at her. She stood still, ready to make her move. She did not notice the second thief behind her. He rammed into her back with his entire body. At the exact same time, the gunman fired. The double impact hurtled Erotica to the ground. She was lying on her back, totally motionless and most likely dead. "We got her! Now let's finish the job!" said the one who had rammed her.

One of the men who had been overwhelmed by her beauty walked over to Erotica's unmoving body. "Why did we have to kill her? She was beautiful," he said. He then noticed that he couldn't find the bullet hole in her chest. Suddenly, a double kick to the sternum sent him flying. Erotica got up and found the bullet which had ricocheted off her bra. She then threw it down and proceeded to subdue the other three men. Within mere minutes, they were unconscious and ready for the police. Erotica quickly left the scene before the authorities arrived. She was in a little bit of pain. The gunshot had not caused any damage, but the blow to her back had knocked the wind out of her and had actually knocked her into a semiconscious state. Her immortality, however, had allowed her to stay alert and defeat the men.

"So you say it was the same people who were responsible for both incidents?" Dana Jensen asked as she walked into the living room of her and Ashley's apartment. The young brunette sat down and stretched out on the couch, decked out in only a pink T-shirt and purple thong panties. She had a bottle of lotion in her hand. As soon as she got into a comfortable position, she took the cap off the bottle and squeezed some lotion into her palm. She then began to rub the lotion all over her smooth legs. Carefully kneeding her limbs, she looked over at Ashley, who was seated in the recliner. "Well?"

The redhead was obviously distracted by her younger sister's blatant sexuality. Even though they were alone in the apartment and, as sisters, were able to comfortably do many personal things in front of each other, Ashley still considered the sight of her scantily-dressed sibling massaging herself a bit unsettling. "Um, yes, I do think it was the same people. It's very unusual, though. Whenever I defeat a gang member, his buddies usually don't return to that part of town. But they didn't seem like petty thugs. I really don't know what to make of it."

"I hate to go off and leave you with such a quandry," Dana said.

Ashley shrugged her head. "No, you need a chance to relax and have fun. I can tell you've been on edge since you were hurt by Dementia's goons." The mere mention of the incident made Dana wince. She momentarily touched one of her breasts, remembering how sore they were after they had been mechanically sucked. The pain in her vagina had been even worse. Ashley frowned. "I'm sorry I brought that up, Dana."

"Don't worry about it, Sis," Dana told her. "That was a small price to pay for your safety."

"I'll always be grateful for the sacrifice you made. But I do want you to go on the trip and have a good time. You deserve it. I can handle this little mystery." As Dana resumed her leg massage, she smiled at Ashley, who returned the favor. The redhead then decided to break the tension by grabbing the remote control and turning on the television. The TV was set to a cable channel which was currently showing a late night B-movie. At that moment in the film, two gorgeous women were kissing each other, preparing to have sex. "That's sick," Ashley blurted. "I'm changing the channel."

Dana's brown eyes opened wide. "No, leave it here."

Ashley turned to her sister. "Are you saying you like this stuff? I know for a fact that you're not gay."

"Sis, you don't have to be gay to be intrigued by this. I have to admit that I have fantasies about being touched by another girl."

"Just keep your fantasies to yourself, please."

"Get real, Ashley," Dana huffed. "How do you think I learned how to kiss? A friend of mine let me practice on her."

The elder Jensen shook her head in disbelief. "I can't believe this. Look, I'm going to bed. I'll still be asleep when you leave, so have a safe trip. I'll talk to you when you get back."

"Don't get into too much trouble, Sis," the brunette replied with a smile on her face. Ashley couldn't help but chuckle as she got up and went to her bedroom. Now alone, Dana turned her attention back to the movie. She stared intently as she watched the two women explore each other's bodies. Dana moaned and slid her hand down her panties, proceeding to masturbate as she viewed the erotic scene.

The next day was the first day of her two week vacation, and Ashley was still somewhat sore from the violent attack at the jewelry store. She decided that she should go to the recreation center to relax. She could use a good swim to loosen up her back. The redhead chose to wear a black and white striped bikini. She knew she would get some conversations with men if she was wearing this, but she didn't really seek a long-term relationship because of her secret identity. Still, she considered casual interaction acceptable.

Ashley had split time between swimming and lying in the sun for two hours. She felt uneasy, however, as if she were being watched. She decided to go to the steamroom. There was no one in the steamroom when she entered. She appreciated the potential privacy and planned on falling asleep and resting for a while. After she had been in the steamroom for just a few minutes, she began to feel very dizzy and weak. She looked up and noticed a gas coming in through the air vents and mixing with the steam. Filled with fear, Ashley tried to reach for the door but was overcome. She collapsed onto the floor, completely unconscious.

Very slowly, Ashley began to regain consciousness. She was extremely groggy and disoriented. She slowly began to discern her surroundings; she definitely wasn't at the recreation center anymore. "What happened?" she asked herself. "Did I pass out from heat exhaustion? Was it knockout gas? Where am I?" She became fully aware and sat up. She was still wearing her bikini, but now lying on a bed. "I've got to get out of here!" She quickly got up and became Erotica. Without haste, the blonde vixen escaped out of the nearest window. It was already night, probably close to midnight. Erotica proceeded to Ashley's apartment. She was still disoriented from the powerful gas and did not really know which alter ego she was at the moment. She probably could have escaped from her captivity as Ashley, and she has never entered the Jensen's apartment as Erotica. Her identity could be in jeopardy if anyone saw her.

Erotica stumbled to the front door. She then recalled that her keys were secured in a locker at the recreation center. Desperately in a hurry to get inside, she used her strength to force the door open, but without damaging it. As she closed the door behind her, Erotica nearly collapsed onto the floor. The heroine was very confused: since the gas had overcome Ashley, it should have worn off when she changed identities. She concluded that the gas must have very special properties if its effects were able to transcend her metamorphosis. She decided she needed to rest and hope that the effects would wear off. Without changing back into Ashley, she went to the living room and sat on the couch. She did not even bother to turn on any lights in the darkened apartment. The taste of the gas still remained in her mouth. Just as she had at the recreation center, Erotica felt uneasy once again. The silence in the apartment was disturbing her. She reached for the remote control and turned on the television. The movie was similar to the one she had seen the night before. In the scene, a semi-naked woman was dancing sensuously around another woman. In her disoriented state, the busty blonde was intrigued by the sight before her. She crossed her long legs and stretched her arms above her head. As she watched the woman on the screen, she began to feel woozy. The lingering effects of the gas were making her sleepy. No longer watching the woman on the screen continue to dance, Erotica slipped into an exhausted sleep on the couch. As she slumbered, the volume on the television was suddenly turned off.

A man wearing a black trenchcoat and an exotic gold mask entered the room. He was carrying an unusual blue stone in his hand. The sleeping Erotica was unaware of his presence. He knelt down beside the couch and closely observed the blonde's stunning body. He then waved the stone in front of Erotica's face. The heroine's body suddenly writhed. Erotica instantly woke up and looked around before she saw him. "Whu...what? Who are you?" she asked. He did not answer as he stood up and moved to the middle of the room. He waved the stone in front of him, as if taunting the heroine with it. Although still sleepy, Erotica got up off the couch and reluctantly walked over to the intruder. The light coming from the television gave him an eerie appearance. As she approached him, the blonde momentarily stumbled, seemingly very dizzy. "What are you doing here?" she managed to ask.

"I have come for you. You will soon be mine," he said as he waved the stone all around Erotica's body. She began to get incredibly weak. The man reached out with his free hand and caressed her firm midsection. Suddenly, Erotica collapsed onto the floor, limp and totally unconscious. She was lying on her stomach. Putting the stone in his coat pocket, the man got down on the floor and pulled the helpless heroine onto her left side. He began to run his hands all over her unmoving body. Then, he reached to her back and unfastened her bra. He slid off her power source and left her totally defenseless. While not wearing her bra, Erotica would be mortal and extremely vulnerable. The man then picked up her limp, helpless body. She hung like a rag doll in his arms. The masked man then carried Erotica's unconscious body towards the bedroom.

When Erotica awoke, she was lying on the floor in the middle of the living room. She was on her left side, wearing all of her outfit. The early morning sun came in through the windows and shone on her gorgeous body. She lifted herself up until she was sitting on the floor. She noticed that the television had been turned off. She was trying to collect her thoughts. She then vaguely remembered the masked man. "Is anyone in here?" she asked. There was no answer; she was alone. She was so weak after her ordeal that she couldn't prove anything had happened. She finally realized what form she was in and immediately became Ashley. Because it was the last thing she was wearing, Ashley still had on her bikini. She went to the bathroom to take a shower, in hopes it would help wake her up. She slowly took off her bikini and stood naked in front of the mirror. Ashley had a gorgeous body, but she felt that it had been violated in some way. She then stepped into the shower and turned the water on. It was warm and soothing. She washed her entire body. She still felt weird about herself. As she finished washing, she slid down and crouched on the floor of the shower, cradling herself. After she finished and dried herself off, she went to her bedroom and sat on her unmade bed. She thought that she had made the bed the day before, but she guessed she was wrong considering she didn't remember other things. Still naked, Ashley lied on the bed. Still incredibly exhausted from all that had happened to her, she immediately fell into a deep sleep.

It was sixteen minutes past noon when Ashley woke up. She had managed to crawl under the covers during the night. The silk sheets felt wonderful on her bare skin. She began to run her hands across her own body. She then proceeded to masturbate. She slowly stroked her clitoris with one hand as she rubbed her nipples with the other hand. She soon reached a powerful orgasm. She screamed, not from pleasure but from pain. The contractions caused her genitals to hurt. Ashley passed out from the pain. Three minutes later, she came to. She couldn't explain the pain and decided to examine herself later in the afternoon. She put on some white cotton panties, white socks, blue jeans, and a blue T-shirt. She walked into the kitchen to get a glass of tea. After pouring the tea, she went to throw away a paper towel when she saw a videotape on the counter. She didn't know what it was doing there, but wasn't too amazed considering everything that had happened. "Hmm. It must be one of Dana's. She ought to mark these things, or she'll never know which is which," the redhead said outloud.

Ashley picked up the tape, along with her tea, and went to the living room. Curious, she put the tape in the VCR, pressed Play, and turned on the television. As she sat down on the couch, she saw nothing but a blank screen. "What's this?" she asked out loud. Suddenly, the tape went fuzzy and then cleared up. It revealed the mask of the man who she thought had been here. The man was obviously trying to prepare the camera. Then, he moved out of camera range and revealed a stunning scene: it was Ashley's bedroom. As she watched the tape, Ashley was speechless. There, lying on the bed, was Erotica, totally unconscious. She was not wearing her bra. The man reappeared in the scene and lied down next to the stilled beauty. Seemingly made of real gold, his mask covered the man's entire head, virtually matching the contours of his face. It was basically a second skin. His piercing blue eyes could be seen through the narrow eye slits. The man, to Ashley's horror, began to kiss Erotica and fondle her breasts. He then pulled off her G-string and performed oral sex on her, able to slide his tongue through the mouth slit of his mask. Ashley sat in shock as she watched her alter ego being violated. The man then took off all his clothes, except for the mask. He was both well tanned and well built. The intruder then had intercourse with the helpless heroine. As the man continually plunged his penis into Erotica, she remained motionless and unresponsive. After about a half hour, Erotica finally began to stir. She moaned and began to open her eyes. Still inside her, the man grabbed the mysterious stone he had and put it near her face. Moments later, Erotica became motionless once again. Still horrified, Ashley wondered what power the stone held. She asked herself, "When I'm Erotica and I'm wearing my bra, I'm immortal. What is it that knocked me out? What...oh no!" She then watched as the man became more creative in his violation of Erotica. He pulled her upright and continued to have intercourse as her limp body twisted about. He entered her from behind as well. He even masturbated and let the semen shoot all over her breasts and face. His complete rape of the unconscious heroine lasted nearly two hours, all documented on tape. As he finished his heinous act, he looked at the camera. "This meeting gave me great pleasure. Soon, I will see you again, Ms. Jensen," he said. He then got up and moved toward the camera. The screen went blank.

Ashley could not believe it. Tears ran down her face as she tried to digest the images she just saw. She had been violated, and even worse, she had been violated as Erotica. "Who is he?" she asked. A horrible realization then invaded her mind. "He called me Ms. Jensen! He knows who I am!" Standing up and shaking her head, she continually said, "No, no, this can't be." Ashley then walked over to the television and tore the tape out of the VCR. As she destroyed the evidence of her violation, she proclaimed, "That bastard won't get away with this. I will stop him, no matter the cost."

By nightfall, Ashley had decided to go back to the place where she was held prisoner. She concluded that her capture at the recreation center had to be related to this man's attack on Erotica. She was going to find out who exactly did this to her. She became Erotica and left the apartment, beginning to retrace her steps. After several hours, she found the building and then the window she had exited from. She looked inside and saw a maid cleaning the room where Ashley had been kept. Erotica thought of a plan: she would subdue the maid and take the maid's outfit so that she could sneak around without being noticed. The only problem was that the maid had wavy red hair that reached down beyond her shoulders. For the plan to work, Erotica would have to become Ashley. Erotica decided that being her mortal alter ego was a risk worth taking; she had to find out who was behind this whole situation. As the maid moved off to the far side of the room, Erotica opened the window and slowly entered the building. The maid was dusting off a desk and did not notice the scantily-clad blonde sneaking up behind her. Erotica delivered a sharp blow to the back of the maid's head. The unsuspecting woman collapsed onto the floor, unconscious.

Erotica picked up the unmoving body of the servant and took her to the bathroom across the room. The heroine became Ashley and began to undress the unconscious woman. Ashley undressed herself and put on the outfit. Time was of the essence; Ashley did not have the opportunity to put her clothes on the maid. She put those clothes in the bathtub, along with the naked, unconscious servant. "I'm sorry about this," Ashley whispered to her victim as she pulled the shower curtain closed in order to hide her handiwork. The redhead was surprised at the sensuous nature of the outfit. The black and white satin teddy was very low-cut and revealed plenty of cleavage. She was also wearing a lace choker, gloves, and headpiece. The pantyhose were see-through fishnet and the black shoes had five inch heels. "Who is this guy?" she thought as she moved about in her skimpy disguise. She began to survey the area, looking for anything that would help her identify her attacker. She soon found a room which contained a desk with a personal computer. She sat down and began to search for relevant information. Most of the files seemed to be password protected. She kept searching in vain for a few minutes. Ashley then noticed a reflection in the monitor. Someone was coming up behind her. She used all her force to roll her chair backwards. The force of the chair caught the man squarely in the stomach and sent him across the room. Ashley got up to confront him. His outfit was the same as that of the men in the office and the jewelry store. "These thugs must work for my attacker," she thought. Instinct overwhelmed Ashley as she ran over to the man and began to kick him. Suddenly, she was grabbed from behind by another man. She struggled with all her strength and was able to escape his grasp. Looking around, she then realized that she was outnumbered four to one.

"Get her! Take her down!" one of the men shouted. Ashley did not even think to become Erotica. She still wanted to keep her secret identity as safe as possible. She lunged at one of the men and was able to subdue him. She got up and saw that the other three were preparing to gang up on her. She charged at them and began a flurry of kicks and punches. Ultimately, the mortal Ashley was no match for the men. The strongest of the men grabbed her from behind while another put a white cloth to her mouth. The cloth was soaked in chloroform. Within minutes, Ashley's eyes slowly closed as her entire body went limp. The strongman released his hold and watched Ashley's unconscious body crumple to the ground.

Less than an hour later, the brave redhead slowly awoke. The taste of the chloroform remained in her mouth. She was still very weak. As her eyes opened, she realized she was in a darkened room, lying on a bed. She sat up and discovered that she was completely naked. In this precarious situation, Ashley was shy about her nudity. She felt very vulnerable. "I'm sorry, but Lynn wanted her uniform back." The voice that came from the darkness startled Ashley. "And since you left her naked, she wanted to return the favor."

Ashley recognized the voice. "You're the one who attacked me!"

"We both know it was not an attack. I simply had my way with you."

"You violated me! You hurt me, you bastard! But who are you?"

"My name is not important. What is important is that you are mine now."

"How did you learn my identity?"

"It wasn't very hard. After you defeated one of my men in that office building, he came back to me and reported that you were wearing a seductive outfit and that you were an excellent fighter. I decided to find out more about you, so I staged the jewelry store robbery, knowing that you would come. During the fight, one of my men tagged you so that I could track your movements. Even when you reverted to your mortal form, I still had a lock. I followed you home. When you left the next day, I had two of my men follow you to the recreational facility. Your capture went easier than planned, actually. Once you were transported here, you were allowed to escape so that you would return home, where I was waiting. Once I saw you, I knew that it was my destiny to have you. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did."

"I was unconscious, you fiend!"

"True, but you obviously watched the tape. I'm sure you enjoyed seeing yourself being dominated like that. You must have been pleasuring yourself while you watched."

"You're sick. But wait, how did you knock me out while I wore my bra?"

As he turned on the lights, he said, "For me to answer that, I think it would be better to talk to your other self. Go ahead, change into her."

Ashley slowly got up from the bed and stood in the middle of the floor. It was her first chance to get a true look at the man. Under his black trenchcoat were a black shirt, pants, and shoes. His unique gold mask had a certain shine in the room's light. It was indeed an imposing sight. "Alright," the redhead proclaimed, "but you'll regret this." She crossed her arms over her chest, creating a flash of light. When the light dimmed, Erotica stood where Ashley had. Erotica prepared to battle her captor when she suddenly moaned and fell to her knees. She seemed as if she were already very fatigued.

"No, my dear. It is you who will regret it." He reached into his pocket and pulled out the same mysterious stone. As he held it closer to her, Erotica became weaker. "Behold, illustrium. It is your one weakness."

As she grasped for strength, she asked, "How did you find out about it? Who are you?"

"Very well. I shall tell you. I come from an island in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. It is nearest to Emerald Island." Erotica was visibly shocked by the fact he knew where she had visited. "Yes, I know who you are. I realized it the first time I saw your outfit. You are the so-called chosen one. A group of explorers from Emerald Island landed on our island about ten years ago. They were all beautiful but weak women. My comrades and I enslaved them, turning them into our sexual playthings. My personal slave told me much about the beliefs of her people. She told me about the prophecy that a mortal woman would come to the island and be given great power. She also told me of the legend that the chosen one could be defeated in two ways: by removing her bra or by having illustrium in her presence. It just so happens that illustrium can only be found on our island. When I came here to the mainland, I brought some illustrium with me. It was simply a whim, but I liked to imagine that I may someday encounter you. And here you are. My name is Ultimus, and I am now your master. You shall be my slave." Erotica was becoming too weak to respond. "We were so amazed by the beauty of the women who came from Emerald Island. Such delicious bodies. But you indeed are the most beautiful, even if you aren't one of them. We gained much pleasure from your friends. Now that I have you, I can experience that pleasure again, as much as I want." Erotica had drifted into semiconsciousness by now. She was awake, but unresponsive. She was lying prone on the ground, breathing slowly. Ultimus put the illustrium stone back into his pocket and knelt down beside his prisoner. He picked her up and put her back on the bed.

The weak Erotica could not do anything about her situation. The power from her bra was the only thing that kept her from becoming unconscious. Her eyes were closed, but she could feel everything that was happening to her. A hand was running all over her body. For a couple of minutes then, nothing happened. Finally, four pairs of hands grabbed her at the wrists and ankles. She was being carried somewhere. After a short while, her four handlers stopped. She was then stood upright and was placed with her back to some kind of column. Her ankles were bound together and then tied to the column. Someone came up to her and wrapped his arms around her. He began to unfasten her bra and remove it. She wanted to prevent that from happening but could not. The man quickly slid the bra off her arms. The second the bra was separated from her breasts, she became even weaker, on the verge of losing consciousness. She was then pushed back against the column. Her arms were raised above her head and her wrists were secured in the same manner as her ankles. The tight restraints left her totally trapped. She then felt metal clamps placed on each of her nipples. The pain caused by the pinching was intense. All Erotica could do was moan. The pain soon subsided as she became used to the pressure. She was still weak, however, and seeming growing weaker.

After about an hour, Erotica somehow gained enough strength to open her eyes. She saw that she was in some sort of dungeon. It looked like a room where S&M was performed, with various torture devices and a large bed adorning the room. The heroine then looked down at her breasts. Tweezer clamps had been placed on her nipples. The clamps were connected by an eleven-inch chain. "The clamps are made partially out of illustrium. They should be enough to keep you under control." Erotica looked up to see Ultimus.

"What have you done with my bra?" asked Erotica.

"It's in good hands, and it will be put to use." At that moment, the maid, Lynn, walked into view. She was wearing a black lace thong, black stockings, and black high heels. She looked very young, possibly just a bit older than eighteen. Her bare 38C breasts heaved as she walked next to Ultimus. "I am giving it to Lynn."

"No, you can't." pleaded Erotica.

"It's not like you have a choice," said Lynn. She then walked up to the bound heroine. "It'll please me to wear something of yours." Lynn then got very close to Erotica and gently kissed her. Erotica closed her eyes in disgust. She didn't have feelings for other women and was rather replused by the idea. Lynn kept kissing her, though. Erotica suddenly began to enjoy the experience. She kissed Lynn back. Then, the two women French-kissed each other, letting their tongues explore each other's mouth. Erotica felt strangely aroused. After completing the kiss, Lynn moved her mouth down to Erotica's breasts. The redhead removed the clamp from Erotica's right nipple. The busty blonde gasped as the feeling rushed back into the nipple. Lynn then sucked on the heroine's supple breast. Erotica moaned and yelled in pleasure as the maid soothed the fire in her nerve endings. The heroine looked over to see Ultimus rubbing his erect penis through his pants. He was obviously enjoying this exhibition. Lynn then stopped and placed the clamp back on Erotica's nipple. The blonde once again felt the pain of the squeezing. Lynn gazed into Erotica's eyes, her own brown eyes nearly looking into the heroine's soul, and then walked back over to Ultimus. He reached into his pocket and pulled out Erotica's bra. Lynn allowed him to put it on her. But as soon as he fastened the bra, Lynn screamed and began to writhe. She collapsed onto the floor, shaking and moaning. Ultimus could only watch the unexpected result. Lynn soon became motionless.

Ultimus knelt down next to the maid, who was scarcely breathing. "She's unconscious. What happened?"

Erotica replied, "I tried to tell you. Only I am allowed to wear the bra. Mortals can't control the power. She's likely hurt bad. She could be out for hours, or even days."

Ultimus quickly took the pink bra off of the injured woman. Lynn's breasts were bright red, physically hurt by the surge of raw power. Though his emotions could not easily be determined because of the mask, the villain showed an obvious look of anger on his concealed face. He stood up and walked over to the bound Erotica. Without haste, he viciously punched her in the face, instantly knocking the heroine unconscious. "You will learn never to defy me, you bitch. Now, you will pay for this outrage, with your body."

For the next eight days, Erotica was continually violated by Ultimus in every imaginable way. He kept the beautiful heroine unconscious for nearly the entire time, always having a stone of illustrium nearby. Ultimus had a virtually insatiable appetite for sex, and Erotica was his proverbial meal. Besides having vigorous intercourse with her, the villain used a variety of dildos and vibrators on the heroine's body. Whenever she had the misfortune to be conscious, she was sexually tortured. She was whipped, spanked, and taunted with hot wax. Ultimus even experimented with various kinds of bondage and suspension. Sometimes, illustrium was not necessary to knock Erotica out once again; she would merely pass out from the pain. By the eighth day, Erotica's stunning body had been badly beaten, still covered in welts. Remnants of semen stained her blonde pubic hair. Never before had she been so thoroughly dominated.

It was on the eighth night of her captivity that Erotica was suddenly awakened from her nightmarish slumber. She could not decide if she was brought back into consciousness by the loud thunderclap from outside or the woman shaking her, maybe both. "You have to wake up! Hurry!" a familiar female voice was yelling. After a moment or so, Erotica could tell that it was Lynn who was trying to bring her to her senses. "Please wake up! We have to go before he returns!"

"Oooohhhh. What's happening?" the weak heroine asked.

"Ultimus has taken his men and gone away for the night. If you want to escape, I have to get you out of here before they return in a few hours."

Erotica sat up, trying to clear her head. She was still in much agony. "Why are you helping me?"

"I've been in bed, seriously injured, for the last week," Lynn explained. "You saw what happened to me. That son of a bitch doesn't care if I get hurt, just so he gets what he wants. I'm going to help you so that we can get far away from him."

"Ooohhh. I'm hurt myself, Lynn. I don't think I can do it in this condition."

Lynn smiled at the heroine. "Don't worry. Look." The redhead then showed Erotica her magical bra. "I managed to get a hold of this. You can get your powers back."

The busty blonde managed a smile of her own. "Thank you very much for your help."

Lynn stared deep into Erotica's green eyes, much like she had during their first encounter. She then reached out and gently squeezed the heroine's breasts. "You are so beautiful. I would do anything for someone of your power." Without haste, the redhead kissed Erotica squarely on the lips. The tension was overwhelming. For the first time, the blonde was truly attracted to another woman. Her sexual desire got the better of her as she wrapped her arms around Lynn. Soon, the two women were lying on the bed, embracing each other. For almost two hours, Erotica and Lynn made passionate love, both totally exploring the nuances of this unfamiliar experience. The pain that the heroine was in did not seem to matter, she cared only now about pleasing her lover. Each female's lips and tongue completely probed the other's body. They gave intense oral sex to one another, bringing about numerous orgasms. The pouring rain, mixed with the thunder and lightning of the evening storm, acted as an accompaniment to the symphony of sexual release.

The blonde and redhead were each exhausted after their lovemaking. They would have liked nothing better than to remain in each other's embrace for hours. But suddenly, Erotica recalled her predicament. "Lynn, we have to leave now, before Ultimus gets back."

The young redhead started to regain her composure. "You're right. Here is your bra." Handing the bra to the heroine, along with the rest of her costume, Lynn quickly found some clothing for herself. In haste, she chose a black thong, a royal blue T-shirt, white socks, and white sneakers. Once she finished dressing, she returned to find Erotica, once again adorned in her unique outfit. "How do you feel?"

Erotica smiled and said, "I feel great. My power has already returned. It's quite amazing."

"Good," Lynn replied. "But let's go. I'll show you how we can get out."

Lightning continued to illuminate the large house as the heroine and her lover made their way to the exit. As they rounded a corner, almost to the front door, they came face-to-face with Ultimus. The women were stopped in their tracks. "So," the villain said, "it appears to be good fortune that the storm cut my activities short. Just what do you think you're doing, you treacherous bitches?"

"Leaving you far behind us, you evil bastard!" Lynn shouted as she lunged at Ultimus. She knocked the villain over with the force of her body. "Run, Erotica! His men will be following behind him!" The redhead started to run back down the hallway. Intent on revenge, Ultimus got to his feet and ran after his maid.

"There's the bitch! Get her!" Erotica turned around to see five of Ultimus' thugs. The men started to charge at the heroine. With her strength restored, she confidently began to fight them off.

Lynn reached the staircase and swiftly headed to the second floor of the house. Ultimus was in close pursuit, nearly close enough to trip her up. The redhead used all her speed to stay away from the villain. Once on the second floor, she ran down the long hallway. Rounding a corner, she suddenly came to a halt. Lynn had run into a dead end, a tall window being the only thing in this section of the hall. The young woman's brown eyes opened wide with fear; she knew she was trapped. She turned around just in time to see Ultimus approach her. "You should not have been so stupid," he told her. "I was willing to give you everything, but you gave that all away to help that bitch."

The redhead was filled with fright. Tears began to form in her eyes. "No, please, I didn't mean to do it. I will always be loyal to you, master."

"You lie! Your treachery will not be forgotten. You will pay for this outrage." Ultimus then grabbed Lynn by the throat. Placing his other hand between her legs, he lifted her up. He could hear the woman crying as he walked toward the large window. Suddenly, with great force, he threw her at the window. Lynn's body flew through the pane, shattering the glass. Her screams could be heard over the thunder as she fell the two stories down to the ground. The villain walked over to the broken window and looked down. The young redhead was lying on the ground, face up and completely motionless. Ultimus at first believed he had killed her, but as he continued to stare at her injured body, he noticed her shallow breathing. The rain had made the ground moist enough to soften her fall. Lynn was alive, but totally unconscious. She remained eerily still as the rain beat down on her young body.

Downstairs, Erotica continued to battle the thugs, more than holding her own. Three of the men had been knocked out, and the other two were on the verge of defeat. Suddenly, Ultimus came downstairs and approached the fracas. Erotica saw the villain coming towards her. She knew that she had no choice but to flee. If he had some illustrium with him, she would surely be defeated. Quickly finishing off the two remaining thugs, the heroine ran out the front door. Ultimus followed right behind her. Erotica made her way to a large, two-story shed, made partially out of stone and wood, which was on the premises. She quickly ran inside, sensing that the gold-masked villain was in pursuit. The blonde hoped that somehow she would be able to trap him in the structure and make her escape.

Just as Erotica ran into the shed, Ultimus pulled out a length of chain he had brought from the house. He threw it at the heroine's feet, causing it to wrap around her ankles and trip her up. She fell to the ground with a thud. Ultimus stopped as he reached the door. "You will pay for your mischief as well, Erotica."

As the blonde got to her feet, she saw her adversary close the door and lock it from the outside. Just when she prepared to ram the door, Erotica felt a wave of dizziness course through her body. She then realized that the chain was made out of illustrium. Almost simultaneously, she heard the dynamite sticks explode. Within seconds, the stone and wood of the shed came crashing down. "Nooooo!!!!!" the heroine screamed as the structure began to collapse on top of her. Less than five minutes later, the large building had been reduced to rubble. Ultimus walked up and started to survey the debris. After a few moments of searching, he located a motionless gloved hand sticking out from under a pile of the debris. Upon making the discovery, the villain stood in the pouring rain, laughing diabolically.

TO BE CONTINUED...