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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 6: The Ultimate Challenge Part II

"Anybody home?" Dana Jensen asked as she entered her apartment. "Ashley, are you here?" The twenty-one year-old brunette did not receive an answer. "Oh well," she said to herself as she closed the door behind her. She walked into the living room and threw her backpack on the couch. Dana had just returned home from a ten day camping trip with some friends. Smudged with a bit of dirt, she was wearing the same navy blue buttoned shirt, khaki shorts, grey socks, and hiking boots she had worn for most of the trip. Much to her displeasure, Dana didn't smell too great at the moment; she desperately wanted to take a long, warm shower. "I wonder where Ashley could be?" the brunette asked herself as she got a soda out of the fridge. "She probably had to go out and fight some crime. I hope she's having fun at least."

An hour later, Dana emerged from the bathroom naked and wet. She was clean and decidedly had a more pleasant smell. Dana had gotten out of the shower right before a thunderstorm began. Being alone in the house, the beautiful girl walked around the apartment as she finshed toweling herself dry. Finally discarding her towel, she rested her nude body in the living room recliner and leaned back in the chair. She then took a good look around the room. "It looks like Sis hasn't been home in a couple of days. What could she be up to?" Dana's left eyebrow then raised in a devilish way; she slid her right hand down next to her pussy. "There's no telling when she'll get back. And it'd be a shame not to take advantage of this time alone. Gently, the brunette placed two fingers inside her vagina and slowly stroked herself. "Mmmmmmmm." Dana closed her eyes and continued to talk to herself as she masturbated. "I don't get enough time to myself. Either I've got a guy here or I'm hanging out with Ashley. I know she doesn't like the fact I'm screwing somebody in my room most of the time, but she really doesn't want me to be in there alone playing with myself. I don't know why she has a thing against masturbating, the prude. Since she's not here, I think I'll get to know me better." She then began to massage her nipples as she thrusted her fingers deeper within her pussy.

As Dana intently masturbated, the lights in the apartment flickered, obviously being affected by the storm outside. The girl did not mind. Even as the electricity went out after a lightning strike, Dana didn't stop pleasuring herself. She was so pleased to be home and so pleased to be alone that the raging storm only helped to arouse her. The brunette vigorously stroked her clitoris, building the excitement within her. The thunderclaps became more intense, as did her manual penetration into her soaking wet pussy. With both hands, she intensely pleasured herself, bringing her body closer and closer to a climax. The release of orgasm came just as a loud thunderclap shook the building. Dana's scream of satisfaction was drowned out by the storm. Tonight, the storm was Dana's lover; her orgasmic body writhed in perfect rhythm with the thunder and lightning.

The midday sunlight shined through the blinds of the Jensen apartment, reflecting against Dana's sweat-soaked, unmoving body. She was sprawled out in the middle of the living room floor, deeply asleep and still fully naked. Several empty wine cooler bottles were lying next to her. After a couple of hours of intense masturbation, Dana had gone to the fridge and started to drink. Her reasoning was that with the power out, she didn't want the alcohol to go bad. She had then spent a few more hours drinking and masturbating until she passed out from a mix of consumption and exhaustion. At last, the young woman stirred from her slumber. "Oh wow, what I night I had. My clit feels great, but I'm gonna pay for it with a hangover." Noticing the sunlight, Dana remarked, "At least the storm passed. What time is it?" Propping herself onto one elbow, she looked at the clock on the VCR. It flashed 12:00. "Oh, well at least the power's back on, but now I've gotta reset every clock in here!"

That night, Dana once again sat naked in the recliner. She had not dressed all day, even when she was hugging the toilet a few times. Her hangover had subsided, though; she felt much better. "Mmmmm," she purred, "I could get used to this alone time. I think I might try a little bondage on myself tonight." With that, the brunette went into her bedroom and began to look through her more personal belongings. Within an hour, she was bound on the bed. Dana had found a couple of pairs of handcuffs in her drawer and cuffed her ankles together before cuffing her wrists behind her back. The key for the handcuffs was lying on the floor, close enough for her to escape but far enough away for her to feel trapped, a feeling she enjoyed. In addition, Dana had gagged herself with a cotton scarf and blindfolded herself with a satin scarf. A dildo placed deep in her pussy was the final touch. The lovely brunette was excited and very aroused by her predicament. She loved the sensations of helplessness and sexual peril. She merely lied still on the bed and allowed her mind to wander in the pleasures of her self bondage. Dana was so comfortable and relaxed that she soon fell asleep. The bound girl slumbered peacefully through the night.

The next morning, as Dana unlocked the cuffs that bound her ankles and thus completely freed herself, she stretched out on the floor. Sleeping for nearly ten hours in a bound position had made her rather sore. Her pussy was also a bit numb from being filled with a dildo for that long. She didn't mind the soreness at all but instead started to rub her clitoris. The brunette was very aroused; she brought herself to orgasm very quickly. Her sexual hunger at times seemed insatiable. This two-day experience in self love was indeed satisfying her. As she lied on the floor in the aftermath of sexual release, Dana smiled with pleasure. "Oh wow, this has been unbelievable. I think I'll have to take tonight off. I've had enough for now."

It was just after midnight. Young Dana rolled over in bed, pulling her sheets tight against her still-naked body. Although she hadn't had any sexual activity for most of the day, she had chosen to remain naked. Dana loved the feeling of having her skin bare; it made her feel alive, but living with Ashley prevented her from doing it too often. She had made sure to take full advantage of this opportunity. The brunette was deeply asleep. She didn't even notice the intruder standing over her bed. He had quietly snuck into the apartment and quickly placed a chloroform-soaked rag over Dana's mouth and nose in an equally quiet manner. The sleeping girl was stirred back into reality by the distinct smell of the anesthestic. She wanted to struggle but was held down by the dark and very strong attacker. Dana writhed in fear, her bare legs starting to kick about. The brunette's arms were pinned beneath her and were useless. She nevertheless struggled as much as she could, but soon became still. Her limbs, and then her entire body, went limp as she was drugged into unconsciousness.

Erotica felt the throbbing pain of a tremendous headache as she finally regained consciousness. The last thing the heroine could remember was a building collapsing right on top of her, knocking her out very quickly thanks to the chain of illustrium that was wrapped around her ankles. The mysterious element had made her extremely vulnerable in that situation. She was surprised she wasn't in more pain than she was, but she had no doubt been seriously injured in the incident. "Oooooooohhhhhh," she managed to moan. "My head, it feels like it's splitting apart. There's no telling how badly I've been hurt." Just beginning to become fully conscious, she still did not feel like moving, including opening her eyes. "So weak, but I have to escape from wherever I am. I wonder what happened to Lynn. She was probably hurt too by..."

"Ah, so you're awake at last."

"Ultimus!" Erotica was becoming all too familiar with that exotic, evil voice. Still failing to open her eyes, she was nevertheless able to hear the sounds of her captor, who seemed to be standing a few feet away from her.

"I must give you credit," the sinister man's voice said. "I expected you to remain unconscious for longer than three days. When I pulled your bruised body from the rubble, I could tell that you were alive only because of your mystical bra. Anyone else would not have survived that punishment. You are very resilient indeed."

"Three days?" the weakened heroine whispered to herself. "I've been out of action for that long? What did that monster do to me during that time?" Erotica winced at the thought of being violated while hurt. She had been violated by other adversaries, but Ultimus was different. He had a certain passion in harming her, she realized. The mix of pleasure and satisfaction that he acquired from his conquest disturbed the heroine. Slowly regaining more strength, Erotica tried to move. She then realized that her wrists were bound behind her back, and she was in no condition to attempt to break the bonds. "Unnhh," she moaned as she gently writhed about, wanting so badly to escape this captivity.

"Struggle all you want," Ultimus' voice said. "You won't be going anywhere. I wouldn't want my sexual prize to escape." Erotica then managed to open her eyes for the first time since waking. Slowly, she discerned her surroundings. The heroine was back in Ultimus' dungeon/bedroom, lying on the large plush bed sitting in the corner of the room. She could then see her captor standing over her, smiling through his odd, flexible gold mask. Erotica was then appalled when she looked down at herself and saw what she was wearing. The blonde bombshell was adorned in a teal satin and lace teddy and g-string set, including teal stockings attached to her garter belt and completed by a teal satin choker and 4-inch heels. The subtle innocence of the outfit was rather humiliating to the brave heroine, who felt extremely embarrassed by her helplessness in this entire situation. Ultimus chuckled when he noticed the blush in Erotica's cheeks. "Your regular outfit just didn't suit my tastes. If you are going to be my slave, you are going to look submissive as well as act it."

Erotica winced. "You bastard! This is so degrading! When I get free, so help me, I will destroy you for what you've done!"

"Not likely," was all Ultimus said as reached into the pocket of his black trenchcoat and pulled out a blue stone of illustrium. He then threw it on the bed next to the lingerie-clad heroine. Almost instantly, and without a sound, she went limp. In her weakened condition, Erotica had no way to resist the adverse effects of the element, particularly without the aid of her magical bra. Unconsciousness quickly overtook her once more. Ultimus was pleased; he sat down next to the unmoving woman and started to stroke her hair. He then rolled her onto her back and unhooked her garters. He was able to slide off her g-string, revealing her neatly trimmed, blond pubic hair. The man quickly stripped naked, revealing his well built, tan body. His penis was already hard. He took great pleasure in violating Erotica and was looking forward to doing so at this moment. He wasted no time in entering the motionless heroine. In her unconscious and unaroused state, her vagina was dry. Ultimus nevertheless thrusted his erection in and out of her. He had to take his time, but the intensity was just as high as the other times he had recently raped Erotica. Within a few minutes, he climaxed, filling the heroine's pussy with his warm semen. Now that she was lubricated, he continued to thrust without missing a beat.

Three hours later, Erotica rolled around on the bed, moaning. Her headache persisted, but it was now accompanied by a hurting vagina. She was in pain and growing frustrated from being violated. "Ugh, I feel so horrible. I can't let myself submit to him. I must escape."

"I don't think you will," Ultimus said.

"No, not you again," Erotica remarked in disgust. She was growing tired of the villain standing over her, waiting for her to regain her senses before offering a rebuttal to whatever she says. She considered him a very creepy man because of his obsession with her.

"You surely have a code of honor," Ultimus continued. "You no doubt are willing to sacrifice yourself to save another. That is how I will keep you in my clutches."

As Erotica shook the cobwebs from her mind and managed to sit herself up on the bed, she raised her eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, you will surrender yourself in order to save your lover. Look." The masked man in black stepped aside and allowed the heroine to view the horrifying sight near the opposite wall.

"No!!!! Lynn!!!!" Erotica was shocked to see Ultimus's redheaded maid bound to some kind of torture device, something resembling a medieval rack. Her limbs were being stretched in four directions. Lynn was wearing a black vinyl open-breast and open-crotch teddy along with black 4-inch heels. A red ballgag was jammed in her open mouth. Tweezer clamps, connected by an 11-inch chain, tightly squeezed her nipples. A large metal dildo was impaling her pussy. The young woman's eyes were closed, her head drooped forward. She was unconscious, possibly having passed out from the torturous pain. Erotica was becoming filled with both anger and sadness. "What have you done to her?"

Ultimus crossed his arms and walked next to the heroine. "Lynn is being disciplined. She should have known not to betray me, and now she is learning her lesson. She has been in that position since the night the two of you tried to evade me."

"No, she's been there for too long! You're a monster." Erotica was furious. It did enrage her to see the woman she had made love to being tortured. But for some reason, she was not ready to submit. She shook her head. "This won't work. I care for Lynn very much, but I can't sacrifice myself for her. She wouldn't want it that way. She's strong; I'm well aware of that. I will escape and I'll take her with me. You will not win, you fiend."

Ultimus frowned. "Somehow, I knew you would would not be swayed so easily. You've only known her for a short time. Your will cannot be so easily broken. I can only gain the advantage if I am a threat to someone you truly care for. That is why I sent away for that someone."

As one of the villain's masked henchmen walked into the room, Erotica instantly shrieked, "Oh my god, no!!!!!!!!!!!" Cradled in the henchman's arms was the naked, unconscious body of Dana Jensen. The heroine started to weep uncontrollably as she stared at her alter-ego's sister. "No, it can't be Dana. Please don't hurt her, she's so innocent."

"She hasn't been hurt...yet," Ultimus said.

"How did you kidnap her?"

"You stupid bitch, I know where you live. That's where I tasted you for the first time. But do you think that's all I did while I was in your apartment? No, I noticed the pictures of this lovely brunette. A couple of days ago, I thought about her. I thought about how great an insurance policy she could be. So I sent one of my men back to your apartment to retrieve her. She was already sleeping, so the chloroform he used worked quickly. She was taken without incident."

Erotica continued to cry. "No, this can't be. If you hurt her in any way, I will do whatever it takes to...ungh!" The heroine slumped over on the bed after Ultimus' punch connected with her cheek.

Gazing at the unconscious, lingerie-clad blonde, the villain smiled. "Your will is strong indeed, but that will soon change."

Less than a half hour later, Erotica moaned as she slowly regained consciousness. She kept saying Dana's name under her breath. Yes, she felt a special bond with Lynn, the first woman with whom she had ever had a sexual encounter, but Dana was her sister, her blood relative. She was closer to no other person in the world and would give her life in a heartbeat to protect her younger sibling. Seeing Dana hanging limp in that thug's arms took a great emotional toll on the heroine. It reminded her of when she found Dana being violated by Dementia's thugs in the abandoned hospital. But that was different: Erotica had been able to rescue the young brunette the first time. This time, she was helpless to do anything. The busty blonde shuddered in fear as she anticipated what might happen to her sister.

As she regained her senses, Erotica realized she was no longer lying on the bed. She was instead sitting in a chair; bound to a chair, to be more accurate. Her still-bound arms were tied to the back of the chair. Each of her ankles was tied to a chair leg. In addition, two ropes were tied around her chest, constricting her 38C breasts from above and below. She was still in her humiliating teal lingerie. Totally helpless once again, a feeling she loathed. The heroine realized she was seated just a few feet away from the bed she had occupied for the vast majority of more than a week. She looked over her left shoulder and saw Lynn. Her redheaded lover was still bound to the rack-type device and still completely unconscious. Dana was nowhere in sight, for the moment. Suddenly, the body was Erotica's sister was flung onto the bed, right in front of her. The brunette's nude form bounced a couple of times before coming to a rest face down on the sheets. "Dana?!? No, this can't be happening!"

"Oh, it's more real than you can imagine, my dear," Ultimus said as he walked into view and sat down on the bed next to Dana.

Erotica started to cry again. "Please don't do this. You've already had your way with me. What else could you want?"

"I want your complete and total submission. It has been several years since I enjoyed the pleasures of a slave, not since I left my island and left behind young Mareth. She was so beautiful and so delicious. I didn't think I would have control of a female as desirable as her, until I captured you."

The bound heroine was curious. "Was this Mareth your wife?"

Ultimus smiled at Erotica while he discreetly stroked Dana's firm butt. "It was not as formal as us being joined in wedlock. Mareth was my personal sex slave, no more and no less. As I told you, my comrades captured many women when we invaded Emerald Island. Each of us took one of the captives as our slave. We were free to ravish them in whatever way we chose for our own pleasure. I chose a beautiful young girl with blonde hair. She never told me her age, but she couldn't have been older than nineteen. Like the other girls on the island, she didn't wear a shirt for some reason. Her bare breasts were so perfect and desirable. On nights when I was exhausted from dominating her, I would demand that she tell me stories to amuse me. Eventually, she revealed much about her people's history and legends. This is how I learned about you, the chosen one. It was soon thereafter that I came to the mainland to search you out. It took time, but I eventually was drawn to Peak City. Somehow, I could sense that you would be here. You are the only person who could possibly please me more than sweet Mareth did."

Erotica shook her head. "You're mad. I cringe to think about the horrible things you did to that girl. I swear that you will never do that to me."

"You will have no choice once I threaten the health of your sister here." Ultimus then reached over to a table and grabbed a metal vibrator. He turned it on and showed it to Erotica. The buzzing sound disturbed her. "If you do not submit to me, I will ravish this girl right in front of your eyes."

"Oh god, no, please don't do this!" The heroine started to cry even more. Without haste, the masked man jammed the vibrator into Dana's pussy. Her crotch instantly began to shake due to the powerful vibrations. "No! Oh, Dana, no!" was all the weeping Erotica could extract from her quivering lips. Ultimus took great delight in watching the once-powerful woman being reduced to tears in this manner. He reached back over to the table and grabbed a vibrating anal dildo this time, one that had already been lubricated. The villain then spread Dana's butt cheeks open and slid the slick dildo into her ass. Seconds after he turned on this other vibrator, the unconscious brunette's butt began to quiver. Soon, her entire lower body was writhing, at the complete mercy of the vibrators. "You're hurting her! Stop it!" an emotionally shaken Erotica screamed at her captor.

"Are you ready to submit yourself to me unconditionally?"

Erotica tried to think for a moment. She looked at Ultimus, then over at Dana's quivering body, then back at Ultimus. "I...I can't. I can't bring myself to surrender."

The masked man frowned. "Then perhaps you just need more time to decide." With that, he sat up and walked out of the room. Erotica was left alone to watch her sister's unconscious body being mechanically violated. For over an hour, she was forced to endure the horror. Whenever she closed her eyes to avoid looking at Dana, she would still hear the buzzing of the vibrators in her head. She would then have no choice but to conjure a mental image of the torture she was witnessing. At points, she felt as if she would lose her mind.

Eventually, Ultimus returned to the room and asked the same question he had asked before, "Are you ready to submit yourself to me unconditionally?"

Erotica was an emotional wreck by now. She was losing the ability to have rational thought. "I don't know. This is so disturbing, I can't think straight. Let her go, you fucking bastard. But damn you, I won't be your slut either."

"Very well," Ultimus replied. Without another word, he stripped naked. He stroked his penis until it was very hard. He then knelt on the bed and removed the two vibrators from Dana's intimate openings. The villain then got on all fours, hovering directly over the brunette's unmoving body. He was ready to penetrate her.

"No, don't! I...I will submit myself to you unconditionally." With his erection just inches above Dana's dripping pussy, Ultimus looked over at the bound heroine and smiled. "I won't allow you to rape Dana. If becoming your slave is what it takes to prevent that, so be it. I am yours...master."

Late the next night, Ultimus walked through the hall of his hideout, with Erotica close behind. His slave still wore her teal lingerie, but the choker was replaced by a metal collar. A chain travelled from a hook on the collar to a metal ring in Ultimus's hand. The heroine's hands were shackled in front of her. The scene truly symoblized Erotica's total submission to her captor. She was nothing more than a pet to him, being led around by a chain. The masked man led his prize into the dining hall of the house. The room was sparsely decorated but was highlighted by the long dining table in the middle of the floor. Ultimus walked over and sat down at the end of the table. Erotica sat in the chair to his left. Soon thereafter, Lynn entered the room carrying a plate of food. She was once again wearing her maid's outfit. Erotica was both surprised and pleased to see her lover awake and moving around. It did discourage the heroine, though, to see Lynn once again in the role of Ultimus's servant.

As Lynn sat the one plate down in front of Ultimus, she asked, "Will there be anything else, sir?"

"No, that's all for now." Lynn nodded her head and quickly left the room. Ultimus scanned what he had to choose from on his plate. He had a sirloin steak, a baked potato, French-style green beans, and a roll. "The meals I have here are good, but they don't compare to the exotic foods I ate on my island," he said to his slave. Erotica had no choice but to watch him dine. She would eat later. Ultimus wanted to teach her obedience. He didn't appear to be a cruel master, but he was stern nonetheless. The heroine wasn't all that hungry at the moment. Her thoughts for the time being were on other people. She wanted to know where Dana was. Ultimus had assured her that her younger sister would not be harmed anymore, but she had no way to fully trust the villain. She could only hope that Dana was safe and comfortable, wherever she was being held. Surely, Ultimus hadn't set her free; as long as she was his captive, Erotica was bound by her word to be his slave.

The busty blonde was also thinking about Lynn. The redhead must have been released from her bondage once Erotica submitted, for she had been a bargaining tool just like Dana. The heroine felt sorry for Lynn. She seemed so young; there was no telling how long she had been in the clutches of Ultimus. She acted like she was brainwashed sometimes. Her only apparent act of free will was when she had rescued Erotica and helped her make an escape attempt. But she had payed dearly for that act of free will. Erotica sat quietly as she continued to ponder the fates of these two women who were so dear to her.

After he finished dining, Ultimus sat up and walked off to use the bathroom, as Erotica found he liked to do right after eating. She was supposed to remain sitting until he returned. The heroine did not dare to make a run for it; she couldn't risk Ultimus taking his anger out on Dana. And Erotica did not have the use of her super powers. She had not worn her magical bra in over four days and had no idea of its whereabouts. As she thought deeply about these issues, the heroine noticed Lynn walking back into the room to retrieve Ultimus's dinner plate. The redhead smiled as she approached the table. "How are you holding up?" she asked.

"As well as I can," Erotica replied. "How about you? I was so concerned when I saw you hanging from the wall."

"I was out of it the whole time, so I wasn't in agony. Don't worry, that's not the first time he's tortured me. I'm getting used it."

Erotica showed a look of distress on her face. "Oh my god, that's horrible! How can you get used to being in so much pain that you have to pass out to escape it?"

"Ultimus is good to me when I'm good to him. I should have known better than to oppose him. I'm sorry." Lynn then picked up the plate and walked out of the room.

"That poor girl," Erotica said to herself. "She's being brainwashed. I have to help her...if I can help myself first."

Much later that night, Ultimus lied in bed with Erotica. They were in the villain's private bedroom, not in his dungeon. Both people were naked, except for the man's mask and his slave's metal collar. He had been having intercourse with her for the last two hours. Due to her submission, Erotica consented to the sex, although she didn't necessarily enjoy it. She definitely didn't take an active part; she mostly lied still while he did the work. Ultimus was now massaging her ample breasts while she stared mindlessly at the ceiling, trying not to concentrate on what was happening. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. The masked man grunted in disgust. He then got out of bed, quickly threw on a black silk robe, and went to answer the door. He opened the door and saw one of his henchmen, who seemed to have an urgent message for him.

Erotica remained on the bed. Pretending not to be paying attention, she tried to listen to the conversation being conducted by the door. She could make out an occassional word or phrase spoken by the two men: "plan...attack...ahead of schedule...leadership...presence is required...leave before tomorrow night." The heroine tried to make sense of the jumbled words as Ultimus slammed the door shut and walked back over to the bed. He stopped first at a nightstand and opened the drawer. He pulled out an all-too-familiar piece of illustrium. He kept the stone in his hand as he removed his robe and settled back into bed. Erotica immediately felt waves of weakness wash over her. She noticed her captor's penis growing harder as he waved the stone in front of her. He clearly was excited by doing this to her. His blonde slave soon closed her eyes and slipped into unconsciousness.

"I hate to leave you so soon after you willingly gave yourself to me, but I have to fulfill a much greater plan." The masked man stroked the stomach of the unmoving woman. "I cannot risk taking you with me. There is too great a chance that you could assist the others, in more ways than one. No, I'm afraid that this will be our last encounter for a while." Ultimus then wasted no time in impaling Erotica's pussy with his solid erection. As he thrusted in and out, he fondled the heroine's breasts and pinched each of her nipples. He wanted to fully dominate her this time. Still inside her, the villain sat up on his knees and pulled the blonde's limp body toward him. He hugged her tightly, almost making an indication of affection. But he truly wanted her only for her body. Ultimus released his hold on Erotica and allowed her to collapse back onto the sheets. He then thrusted more and more, bringing him to the verge of climax. He pulled himself out of her pussy just in time to shoot his semen all over her stomach and breasts. The man then rubbed his hand on her wet chest and spread the sticky seed over her motionless form. He smiled in pleasure as he slid down and placed his mouth right in front of the heroine's now-wet pussy. He stuck his tongue out and started to lick her delicate clit. He playfully teased the sensitive area before thrusting his tongue into her vagina. Ultimus wanted to savor the unique tastes of Erotica's juices. They were so delicious to him, so satisfying. He buried his face in the woman's crotch, taking full control of her.

As Erotica woke up, she could see the morning sunlight coming in through the window. It made the dark, sparsely decorated bedroom seem a bit more cheerful. The heroine could immediately tell she was alone in the room. This isolation pleased her; she wrapped herself up in the comfortable sheets and tried to go back to sleep. Soon, though, the bedroom door was opened. Lynn walked in, probably to clean the room as her job required. The busty blonde opened her eyes and saw the maid coming toward her. "Hi there," a smiling Erotica said.

"Hi," Lynn replied with a smile in return.

"What's going on around here?"

"Ultimus is leaving."

Erotica sat up in bed, allowing the sheets to fall down and reveal her breasts. She was still completely naked except for her collar. "I think I remember him talking about something like that last night. What's all this about?"

"I can't say," Lynn said as she sat down on the bed. "He doesn't tell me much, but I do know that it's very important. He doesn't want to take you with him. It must be serious if he thinks something could happen to you."

"Maybe he just doesn't want to risk losing me. I'm kinda trapped while I'm in this place." Lynn just shrugged her shoulders in response. Erotica couldn't help staring at the young redhead. The heroine was deeply attracted to her; it was the type of feeling she had never had before. She leaned over and kissed Lynn on the lips. The maid simply closed her eyes and savored the feeling. After the kiss was finished, she immediately got up off the bed and stood up. Erotica had a look of confusion on her face, wondering if she had done something wrong. She felt more relieved when she saw Lynn close the door and lock it.

As the redhead walked back to the bed, she quickly stripped naked. She then crawled into bed and began to embrace Erotica. The two women kissed once again, this time sliding their tongues into each other's mouths. They then reached out and fondled the other's firm breasts. The blonde and the redhead were completely intertwined into one form, loving each other with great passion. But suddenly, the heroine snapped her head back. "Wait, is he gone yet?"

Lynn was surprised to hear such a question in the middle of this embrace with her female lover. "Yes, he left a while ago to prepare for his departure."

"Who else is here?"

"All of his men stayed."

"Where's my bra?"

"He locked your outfit away."

"Can you get to it?"

"I believe so."

Minutes later, Erotica slowly snuck down the hallway toward the dungeon. The nude heroine was going to try to find Dana while Lynn went to retrieve her costume. There was no time to waste if she was going to escape from her captivity. Neither she nor Lynn had bothered to get dressed. The blonde bombshell slowly approached the door to the dungeon when she felt two strong arms wrapping around her waist. She tried to shake loose, but was soon placed in a full nelson. One of Ultimus's thugs had Erotica tight in his grasp, except for her flailing legs. Suddenly, a second thug came up and punched her in the stomach. The vulnerable woman was stunned and seemingly in major trouble. But before the man could land a second punch, he was knocked out when a metal rod was slammed against the back of his head.

As the thug hit the ground, Erotica could see that Lynn was the one who had hit him. She held the rod in her right hand and a duffle bag in her left hand. The thug who still had the heroine in a full nelson suddenly released his hold and shoved her to the ground. He approached the nude maid. Lynn held up the rod in defense, but the thug managed to punch her in the jaw, dropping her to the floor. The redhead was groggy, in a semi-conscious state. The thug stood over her unmoving body and kicked the rod away from her hand. He clasped his hands together and raised them over his head, preparing to slam them down on Lynn's chest. Before he could do so, he was yanked backwards by the collar. He turned his head to see that he was in the grasp of Erotica, who had managed to pull her bra out of the duffle bag and put it on. Her powers had been restored.

Holding the thug by her left hand, Erotica brought her right hand down against his neck with a vicious karate chop. He crumpled to the floor. Erotica smiled for a moment and then knelt down next to her fallen friend. "Are you alright?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Lynn replied. "Hurry and finish dressing. Your friend is this way." Erotica had not told Lynn that Dana was her sister. The heroine had come to the realization that the maid did not know about her true identity. Even though the two were lovers, the busty blonde preferred that the secret she and Dana shared be revealed to as few people as possible. Maybe she could tell Lynn at a later time, she thought, but not now.

Erotica quickly put on the rest of her pink outfit: the thong, boots, and gloves. She then noticed that she was wearing one too many things. She used her strength to break the metal collar off of her neck and throw the broken pieces away. She felt free for the first time in nearly two weeks. But it was not over yet. Erotica and Lynn opened the dungeon door and entered. Very quickly, they noticed Dana lying on a table, apparently still unconscious. The heroine ran over to her nude sister and tapped her cheek, trying to wake her up. As she did so, Lynn remarked, "He's probably kept your friend drugged the whole time. Less chance of her somehow getting away and allowing you to break your promise."

"Enough of that nonsense. We're all getting out of here," Erotica said. "Come on, Dana, wake up."

After a few moments, the brunette started to stir. "Wha...what's happening? Ashley, is that you?"

Erotica tried to quiet her sister so that she wouldn't reveal the heroine's secret while in the drugged stupor. "It's okay, Dana. We'll get you to your sister soon enough," she said in a sly manner. "Lynn, can you get some clothes for you and her?"

The redhead nodded. "Yeah, I can. I'll be right back." She quickly left the room. Within a few minutes, she was back with clothes in hand. She put on white shorts, a royal blue T-shirt, and white sneakers. Erotica helped Dana put on some black panties and a white thigh-length sleeper shirt. "I'm sorry, it was all I could find," Lynn said sheepishly.

"It's alright," Erotica said. "Where is Ultimus going to depart from?"

"The docks, I think."

"How soon does he leave?"

"I'm not sure. Could be within a couple of hours."

"After we get Dana to a safe place, I'm going after him."

Lynn was shocked. "That may not be a good idea. You shouldn't try to confront him. He could do something horrible to you."

Erotica frowned. "Lynn, I know that's he's messed with your head, but you have to understand that he's evil. He has to be stopped."

The redhead was distraught. "But I...you...you're right. I'll help you. We'll go after him together."

"Thanks," the heroine said with a smile. "Now let's all get out of here. Is there a car we can use?"

"Yeah, there should be one outside."

Over an hour later, a black Skylark sped toward the docks at the end of town. Erotica was driving, with Lynn in the passenger seat. The women had been able to make it out of Ultimus's hideout without encountering any more of his thugs. Upon their escape, the heroine drove to a subdivision located two miles away from Tall Pines Apartments. Lynn remained in the car while Erotica carried Dana into the distance and then ran the remaining distance to their apartment. The busty blonde did not want to take any risks at all in having her identity discovered. Once she had taken Dana to the edge of the woods next to their apartment building, she instructed her sister to run home and wait for her return. Minutes later, the heroine rejoined Lynn in the car and they began their pursuit of Ultimus.

Soon, Erotica stopped the car as they reached the Peak City docks. The two women quickly got out and started to search for Ultimus. "He's probably at a secluded location," the heroine guessed. She scanned the boats, looking for an area that was sparsely populated. "This way." A few minutes of searching led the women to the far southern end of the docks and one boat sitting by itself. It was a small-sized cruise vessel, perfect for one passenger who needed to travel a long distance. "What the hell does he have planned?" Erotica asked herself as she looked for her former captor.

With Lynn following behind, Erotica walked onto the boat and slowly snuck around the perimeter, looking for the masked villain. Suddenly, a cabin door up ahead of them opened. Ultimus walked out and stood in the women's way. The heroine stood her ground, placing her hands on her hips. "It ends here, Ultimus. I will stop you from causing harm to anyone else."

The villain simply smiled. "I think not." As he finished his sentence, Lynn walked up behind Erotica and pulled a small chain out of her pocket. She then wrapped the chain around the heroine's neck and pulled with both hands. The blonde bombshell winced in pain as she felt the metal choking her. The fatigue she started to feel made her realize something even worse: the chain was made out of illustrium. Erotica struggled as much as she could, but she soon collapsed. Lynn kept choking her with the chain, not ceasing in her aggressive attack. Moments later, the heroine became still, allowing the illustrium to render her unconscious.

With the damage done, Lynn stood up and walked over to Ultimus. The masked man smiled. "You have done well, my dear. Your loyalty is greatly appreciated. Now, I release you from your servitude. You are free to do what you wish, for I have a much more serious matter to attend to."

"Thank you," the redhead said. "I wish you well in your conquest, my master." Lynn then walked over to the motionless Erotica and grabbed her by the wrists. She then proceeded to drag the fallen heroine off of the boat and onto the dock. For a moment, she watched at Ultimus's vessel disembarked and sailed quickly into the horizon. After pausing to ponder the situation, Lynn knelt down and stroked the arm of her lover. "I'm sorry, but I can't be the person you would like for me to be. I have to consider my own interests. Maybe our paths will cross again. Until then...." The redhead leaned over and kissed Erotica on the lips. As she stood up, she took the illustrium chain off of the heroine's neck and put it back in her pocket. Lynn then walked off into the distance. She left Erotica lying unconscious, but alive and able to fight another day.