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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 7:  Nu et Sans Connaissance a France

 

                A few moments after the airplane rolled to a stop, Ashley Jensen stepped out and walked down the steps that had been brought alongside the plane.  This trip to Sommeilville, France was her first visit to a foreign country, and she felt very honored that her information systems company had selected her to act as their representative.  The organization had liasons in nearly thirty countries as part of its program to bring information technology to smaller areas and not just the big cities.  Ashley was here to coordinate with the officials from the local branch office and certify the quality of their computer systems.  The task was not going to be too difficult; the main purpose of the trip was to improve the foreign relations.  Ashley had taken some French classes in both high school and college, so she was seemingly the most qualified person at the company to make the trip.  An informal poll had revealed that most of the other employees had studied Spanish or Portuguese.

                The gorgeous redhead clutched her brown carry-on bag and walked over to the terminal.  She was supposed to meet one of the executives from the Sommeilville office here.  Ashley had dressed semi-casual for her plane ride.  She wore a grey and white striped button front top with a cutaway mandarin neckline, with matching shorts.  Black high heels and her shark tooth necklace completed the outfit.  The 6-foot-tall 23-year-old scanned the small gathering of people for her contact.  She then noticed a man waving at her.  She thought he was quite handsome: about 6-foot-2, probably around 25 years old, brown eyes, and short dark hair.  He was dressed in a black three piece suit with a royal blue tie.  As Ashley walked over and approached the waving man, he asked, "Mademoiselle Jensen?"

                "Yes," Ashley replied.

                "Welcome to Sommeilville, Mademoiselle.  My name is Jean-Luc Marin, and I will be your liason during your stay in our fine country."

                "Thank you, Mr. Marin.  I'm pleased to be here."

                "Please, you may call me Jean-Luc."

                "Okay, you can call me Ashley."  The redhead smiled at the Frenchman.  She felt an attraction to him.  His smile in return indicated that he felt the same for her.  But this was a business trip; Ashley didn't want to be too distracted that she didn't get her work done.  Nevertheless, she wanted to enjoy her time in this country and sample what the culture had to offer.

                "I will take you to your hotel where you can rest for the evening.  We will begin our business discussions in the morning."

                "That sounds fine," Ashley replied.

                "Will you be joining us for the executive's ball the evening after next?"

                "Yes, I look forward to it."

                Jean-Luc grinned.  "Excellent, Mademoiselle Ashley.  I will make sure that your stay will be enjoyable."

 

                Several hours later, Ashley walked out of the bathroom in her hotel room wearing only a white cotton bra, panties, and socks.  It had gotten dark outside, so she turned on a lamp by the bathroom door.  After she had eaten at the restaurant inside the hotel, she had returned to her room to finish unpacking and simply unwind after her long plane ride.  She took the gift shop bag on the nightstand and pulled out the postcard she had bought to send to her sister Dana.  She was looking at the card's beautiful picture of the French countryside when, from outside her window, she heard a man scream.  The redhead rushed to her window and looked down to see a man with a pantyhose hood reaching into a black car, apparently accosting someone inside.  Ashley took a few steps back and crossed her arms over her chest.  After a small flash of light, she completed her transformation into Erotica. 

                Dressed in her customary pink outfit, the heroine walked back over to the window and opened it.  She then leaped out of the window and dropped four stories before hitting the ground squarely on her feet.  The busty blonde ran over to the car and grabbed the hooded man by the shoulder, spinning him around.  She then saw that the darkly-dressed man had a revolver in his hand.  Erotica was not concerned about the weapon and was even amused when she saw the thief's expression.  Although his features were obscured by the pantyhose, he clearly had a look of lust on his face as he stared at the beautiful, scantily-clad woman before him.  He was completely mesmerized by her appearance, a distraction the heroine utilized to quickly kick the gun from his hand.  Another kick, this time to his stomach, caused the man to lean forward in pain, allowing Erotica to deliver a karate chop to the back of his neck and knock him out. 

                As the thief crumpled to the ground, the heroine went over to the car and opened the door to assist the man who had been accosted.  She saw that he was a portly man with a thin moustache who wore a black suit and a matching derby.  His forehead was sweating from fear, but he was starting to calm down.  "Ah, merci beaucoup, Madame," the man said.

                Erotica smiled.  "Pas de quoi, Monsieur.  It was no trouble at all."

                "Ah, an American!" he replied when he noticed her accent.  "I am quite grateful for your help.  For a moment, I thought that horrible man may have been the Savage itself!"

                The blonde bombshell was confused.  "The what?" she asked.

                "The Savage, that evil creature that haunts our dreams."

                A few minutes later, the police arrived to take the thief away.  An inspector accompanied the two officers to question the driver.  Erotica had decided to remain on the scene to help with the investigation.  Additionally, she was curious about the man's statement; she was curious to know more.  After questioning the driver, the inspector walked over to the heroine.  He was an older man, probably in his fifties, with gray hair.  He wore a navy blue suit under a khaki trenchcoat.  "I am Police Inspector Jugnot."

                "My name is Erotica.  I'm what you could call a crimefighter."

                Inspector Jugnot looked the heroine over, marveling at her unusual outfit.  "You are an American, uh, how do you say, uh, superhero?"

                "Yes," the blonde replied.  "I was fortunate enough to be nearby when I heard the gentleman yell for help."

                "What brings you to our quaint town?"

                Erotica pondered her answer for a moment.  She couldn't say that she was on a business trip to Sommeilville and risk being connected to her alter-ego.  "I'm traveling through Europe.  If I happen to encounter crime or misfortune, I'll take the time to help out."

                "We appreciate your help, and so does the driver," Jugnot said.

                "I didn't think carjacking was a problem here.  I figured it was just an American thing."

                "Oh no, no.  It can be quite common, I'm afraid."

                The heroine then recalled something she wanted to ask.  "The gentleman mentioned something about a Savage.  He thought he was being attacked by it.  What did he mean?"

                Jugnot chuckled.  "I'm afraid you've been introduced to our local legend, Mademoiselle Erotica.  The Savage is merely a tale that is told to frighten children.  Some adults who are gullible enough will believe it to be true."

                Erotica couldn't help but laugh herself.  "I see.  I guess he's the French version of the Boogeyman!"

 

                Late the next night, Erotica walked through the perimeter of a group of trees, patroling the area.  Because of her sense of duty, she had volunteered to keep an eye out for wrongdoings during her stay in Sommeilville.  At the moment, she was watching over a small neighborhood that seemed to be occupied by upper middle class familes.  The heroine did not discern anything out of the ordinary until she spotted one house with a broken window and lights on in the living room.  Looks like a burglary, she thought to herself.

                The blonde bombshell ran over to the house and carefully entered through the shattered window.  She was shocked by what she saw.  A woman with long dark hair and blue eyes, who was probably in her early forties but still very beautiful, was lying on the floor, totally unconscious.  Her white nightgown had been ripped open to reveal her gorgeous nude body.  Lying right next to her was an equally unconscious girl in her late teens, who had shoulder-length blonde hair and brown eyes, probably the woman's daughter.  The girl's pink t-shirt had been similarly ripped open, revealing her pert breasts and white pantied crotch.  Standing over the motionless females was a man wearing a black outfit, complete with a dark hood.  He was pulling his erect penis out of his pants, obviously preparing to rape the victims he had knocked out.

                An enraged Erotica ran toward the man and tackled him to the floor.  After being caught unaware, he was further stunned by sharp punches to his gut.  The heroine then stood up and pressed her left foot against the burglar's crotch.  He winced in pain as his penis was compressed under the pressure of Erotica's pink high-heeled boot.  Finally releasing her torturous hold, the busty blonde then reached down and pulled the man to his feet.  A hard knee to the groin quickly sent him back the floor, however.  As the burglar tried to catch his breath, he was knocked out by a vicious kick to the side of the face.

                Less than a half hour later, the police had arrived and taken the burglar away.  Erotica stayed at the house to help in the investigation and to make sure the woman and her daughter were alright.  They had been heavily drugged in the attack; it took smelling salts provided by a policeman to finally waken them.  The heroine located a couple of pink silk bathrobes and brought them into the living room to cover up the females' stripped bodies.  The two Frenchwomen did not speak English, so Erotica used her knowledge of the French language to communicate with them.  She learned that the mother's name was Marie and the daughter's name was Yvette.  The two of them lived alone in the house, but had never been burglarized until now.  They were quite shaken, but having another woman to console them was a big help, they told the heroine.

                Speaking in French, Marie said, ("I was so frightened when I heard the glass shatter.  My first thought was that it was the Savage, and that it had come for our jewelry and collectibles.  I went to hide my jewelry box when I heard my precious Yvette scream out for me.  By the time I got to her room, she had already been rendered inert.  I cried out to her, but she did not respond.  The horrible fiend had hurt her with ether.  I wanted to fight him off, but he was too strong.  He made me breathe the ether as well.  I found myself unable to concentrate.  The room started to spin in my mind.  The last thing I remember before fainting was that hideous man pulling up my gown and sticking his fingers in my vagina.  It was so horrible.")

                Erotica was disturbed by Marie's account of the attack.  Apparently, the burglar had been interested in nothing but raping both of them.  But suddenly, the heroine recalled something familiar about the woman's statement.  ("Did you mention the Savage?")

                ("Yes, such a nightmarish creature.  That gold loving monster will maul anyone in its way to get what it wants.")

                The heroine was very intrigued by the woman's statement.  This was the second time that someone she saved from a crime had believed the assailant to be this monster.  It was too easy to be coincidence, she thought.  The people of this town were genuinely scared of the Savage.  ("Has anyone ever seen the Savage?  How do you know what he steals?") Erotica asked.

                ("I do not know of anyone who has actually encountered the Savage,") Marie replied.  ("But we all know what it looks like.  It is sort of a half man/half animal, I would think.  It walks on four legs, but has amazing intelligence.  The Savage is calculating, waiting for the right moment to strike, searching out weak points in its objectives.")

                ("Over the years, precious items have been stolen from all over this area,") young Yvette continued.  ("From museums, from homes, the evil monster takes the gold from everywhere.")

                ("Why only gold?  Why not anything else?") Erotica asked.

                ("Gold is valuable.") Marie said.  ("The Savage might sell it or melt it down.  There is no telling, but the creature must have a sinister reason for stealing.")

                As her mother said this, Yvette shook in fear.  ("It is also said that the Savage assaults and molests women if they stand in his way.  The thought of that grotesque creature violating my body makes me ill.")

                ("Who told you that?") Marie asked.

                ("The girls at school talk about it.  It frightens them to think about it as well.")

                Erotica sat and listened as the two ladies continued to describe the monster and its motives.  Her mouth was open with fright as she heard the horrifying tales that were suggested.  In her mind, she kept thinking that this tale was too vivid and detailed to merely be something that is meant to frighten children.  She had already encountered two grown adults who were terrified by the mere thought of the creature.  There had to be more to this than a local legend, she thought.

 

                Ashley was aroused from her exhausted sleep by a loud knock at her hotel room door.  Ever so slowly, she got up and slid off her bed.  Then, with her eyes half-closed, she staggered over to the door.  "Who is it?"

                "It is Jean-Luc."

                "Oh, okay."  The sleepy redhead unlocked the door and opened it.  Her French liason instantly had a look of surprise on his face.  "What is it?" Ashley asked.

                "I...I must have caught you at a bad time."

                "What?"  Ashley then noticed that Jean-Luc wasn't looking at her face.  She looked down at herself and realized, much to her shock, that she was wearing only a skimpy white tank top and pink satin panties.  "Oh geez!" she said in dismay.  "Um, hold on just a second!"

                As the redhead ran over to her closet and grabbed a hunter green bathrobe, Jean-Luc said, "It is eleven o'clock in the morning.  I had not seen you at the office building and was worried about you."

                "I'm terribly sorry," she sheepishly replied.  "I, um, went out on the town last night to have some fun.  I got in really late, and I guess I overslept."  It was the best excuse she could think of without revealing the fact that her alter-ego was out chasing bad guys and listening to horror stories.

                Jean-Luc smiled.  "It is quite alright, Mademoiselle Ashley.  I am glad that you are enjoying your time in our fair town."

                "Yes, it's been great.  I've had a chance to talk to several residents and find out more about the area.  As a matter of fact, I've had more than one person tell me about the legend of this creature that goes around and steals golden artifacts."

                "Ah yes, the Savage, you mean," the chuckling man replied.  "I was told the stories when I was a young boy.  The fable is as famous around here as the legend of the Lockness Monster is in the rest of the world."

                "No one's ever seen it?" Ashley asked.

                "No, it's very hard to see a figment of the imagination."

                "But these people I talked to were actually scared of the Savage.  It seemed real enough to them."

                "Sometimes, the wine makes things seem more real than they are," Jean-Luc said.

                The redhead laughed.  "I guess you've got a good point.  I thought it seemed a little far fetched, but it was still fun to listen to the people tell the story.  It's nice to learn about local tradition and legends."

                As he checked his watch, Jean-Luc said, "Well then, I will let you get regrouped and I will see you at the three o'clock meeting."

                "I'll be there.  Thanks for your concern, Jean-Luc."  The two people traded smiles before the Frenchman left and closed the door behind him.  Ashley then sighed and fell back onto the bed.  "Aw great, that was a nice impression to make," she said to herself sarcastically.  "But he is handsome, though."  The redhead pulled off her robe and slid her right hand into her panties.  While thinking of her little encounter, she lightly masturbated before falling back asleep.

 

                That evening, Ashley walked into the ballroom of Sommeilville's most luxurious hotel.  She wore a stunning black dress with silver trim around the neck and down the front, along with black high heels.  Her shoulders and arms were bare; the black lace in the center of the silver trim showed just a glimpse of her marvelous cleavage.  The redhead had her shoulder-length hair tied up on the back of her head.  The beautiful American scanned the crowd already gathered in the ballroom and could see people of different nationalities.  While most attendees of the ball were the employees of the local French company, there were a few other foreign liasons besides Ashley.  The event was a chance for the company to show off its international scale and prestige.  Ashley wasn't a big fan of these parties, but she thought it would be a nice way to spend her time while overseas.

                The busty redhead strolled around for a few minutes and grabbed a glass of champagne.  Soon, she noticed Jean-Luc in a corner chatting with a couple of other executives.  He was wearing a black tuxedo with a plain black tie, as were most of the other men at the ball.  The Frenchman then turned and noticed Ashley.  He smiled and excused himself from his conversation so that he could go over and talk to her.  "You look very beautiful tonight," he remarked as he neared.

                Ashley blushed slightly.  "Thank you.  And you look very handsome."

                "Merci," Jean-Luc replied.  "May we dance?"

                "Yes, I'd like that," the redhead noted.  She sat her glass down and then joined Jean-Luc among the other couples who were dancing.  The two people did not talk, but simply enjoyed the slow dance.  The handsome Frenchman had one hand around his partner's waist and held one of her hands with the other.  Gently, Ashley rested her head on his shoulder and took sweet pleasure in the moment.  She looked at the other dancers and those who were standing around and chatting.  The redhead noticed a few policemen in plainclothes, subtly present to provide security.  Also present was Inspector Jugnot, who was also wearing a tuxedo.  Being such well dressed, it was hard to tell if he was a guest at the ball or was on duty and simply wanted to blend in.

                Ashley felt very peaceful while dancing in Jean-Luc's arms.  It was such a pleasant evening, she thought.  "I hope you have enjoyed yourself while in our country so far," her partner said.

                "Yes, I have.  Everyone I've met has been very hospitable.  And you've been a wonderful host, Jean-Luc."  Ashley raised her head off his shoulder and looked at him.  The Frenchman looked back, staring deep into her blue eyes.  The two dancers then brought their faces closer together and touched lips, kissing each other gently but passionately.  After a moment or two, they finished their kiss.  As they looked once again into each other's eyes, they merely smiled at each other.  The redhead then returned her head to her partner's shoulder, then closed her eyes in pleasure.

                Suddenly, Ashley opened her eyes and noticed a couple of uniformed policemen walking over to Inspector Jugnot.  They seemed to be in quite a hurry to speak to him.  She was too far away to hear their entire conversation, but she clearly heard one of the policemen say that a local museum had just been broken into.  Immediately after that, Jugnot left with the two men.  The redhead's eyes opened wide with excitement; she knew that she had to help.  She stopped dancing and raised her head off of Jean-Luc's shoulder.  "What is it?" he asked.

                "I, um, have to use the little girls' room.  I'm sorry, but if you'll please excuse me for a while?"

                "Yes, of course."

                Ashley smiled at the Frenchman and walked over to the door leading to the restrooms.  Once out of the ballroom, she located a rear entrance to the building and exited.  Now outside and alone, she reached up and pulled the pin out of her hair, allowing her red locks to fall freely down to her shoulders.  The American woman then crossed her arms over her chest and was engulfed by the faint flash of light.  A moment later, Erotica appeared and instantly started to run to the museum.

 

                With her great speed, it didn't take the heroine long to arrive at the museum, where several police cars were already gathered.  She walked in the front door and found the policemen, including Inspector Jugnot, standing in the main showroom.  The room had been ransacked and was obviously missing many of the artifacts that had been on display.  "Inspector, how can I be of help?" Erotica asked as she walked up to the men.

                "Ah, Mademoiselle Erotica.  Well, we are in the process of looking for fingerprints and investigating the point of entry," Jugnot replied.  "Only two employees were present.  They must receive medical attention before they can be questioned."

                "Medical attention?  What happened to them?"  In response, the inspector pointed to two people lying unconscious on the ground next to a far wall.  Medical personnel had already arrived and were treating the victims.  Erotica walked over to find out the extent of their injuries.  She was a bit horrified by what she saw.  One of the employees, a man in a three-piece suit, had scratches on his face.  The other, a woman in a blouse and skirt, appeared to have been sexually assaulted.  Her skirt was up around her waist and her panties were ripped.  "Do you know what happened to them?" the heroine asked.

                "It would appear that the thief first encountered the woman here and wanted to rape her," one of the medical personnel said.  "The man must have seen this happening and tried to defend her, but he was defeated by the thief."

                "This is too weird," Erotica said to herself.  "The scratches on his face don't look natural.  It's almost as if he was attacked by...by a creature.  Wait a minute, Yvette said that she believed it would sexually assault....no, it couldn't be."  The busty blonde then walked back over to Jugnot.  "Inspector, what was stolen tonight?"

                "From what we can tell, some gold chalices and medallions or coins are missing.  Most likely, more than that is gone, but we are still investigating."

                "I see.  I'm going to walk around and see what I can find."  Jugnot nodded in reply and returned to his investigation.  Erotica then started to look through the museum, searching for clues.  Eventually, she found a shattered window in the rear of the building.  This could be the entry and exit point, she thought.  Carefully, the heroine stepped through the broken window pane and walked outside.  This side of the museum faced a large wooded area.  Erotica looked around the immediate area and suddenly noticed a gold coin lying on the ground.  "Hmm, he must have dropped this."  She then noticed another coin further on in the woods.  A couple of coins resting several yards ahead of it then came into view.  "Great," she told herself.  "The thief's inadvertantly left me a trail.  Now maybe I can find him."

 

                Erotica followed the sporadic trail of coins for over an hour.  She had walked deep into the forest, far away from anyone.  The full moon helped illuminate her path and keep her from bumping into a tree.  The heroine was cautious and proceeded slowly, not knowing what she might encounter.  This is too far out in the middle of nowhere for someone to have a cabin, she thought.  The eerie silence of the woods was making her nervous.  But suddenly, the silence was broken by what sounded like the growl of an animal.  Erotica instantly stopped in her tracks.  The sound appeared to come from behind her.  Ever so slowly, she turned around, compelled to find out what was near her.  Once she turned around, she found herself face-to-face with the most terrifying sight she had ever seen.  Perched on a large rock was a creature covered in pale yellow fur.  It crouched down on all four legs.  Lacking a tail, the monster had large teeth protuding from its elongated mouth.  Its piercing orange eyes gave an indication of evil incarnate.

                The blonde heroine was completely frozen with fear.  The Savage did exist, and it was hideous.  The creature stared right into the woman's green eyes.  Suddenly, it stood up on its hind legs and shrieked a terrifying growl.  Erotica was numb, unable to react.  The Savage represented the accumulation of all her nightmares into one ghastly form.  She wanted to scream, but was deafened by her fear.  She suddenly felt her entire body go limp.  Blackness consumed her mind as she fainted dead away.  The beautiful woman collapsed to the ground, cold and unconscious.

                Once it saw Erotica drop, Savage jumped down from its perch and circled her motionless body.  The heroine was lying on her right side, her arms sprawled above her head.  The creature nudged her with its head to get a response, but there was none.  It then pushed her over onto her back and slid on top of her unmoving form.  It ran its paws all over her smooth skin, gently stroking her.  Savage then rolled the blonde over onto her stomach.  Using its large teeth, the monster tugged at her bra, persistently pulling until it finally became unhooked.  Securing a shoulder strap with the teeth, it slowly pulled the mystical garment off of Erotica's stilled form.  As her marvelous 38C breasts were bared, her powers were simulateously lost.

                It was at that same time that the heroine began to stir.  As she slowly opened her eyes, she instantly saw Savage lurking over her.  Fright once again consumed her, but she managed to lift her arms up in an attempt to push it away.  This action merely angered the creature, who began to strike Erotica with its powerful paws.  It then began to completely maul her, flailing its limbs at her semi-naked and weakened body.  The blonde bombshell was unable to defend herself.  The absence of her bra left her without her superpowers, and the sheer terror she felt immobilized her.  She could not put up a fight at all; she was resigned to letting the ferocious animal continue its assault.

                Minutes later, Savage crept through the forest, dragging Erotica's limp and unresponsive body with it.  The creature had pounded her into submission, not stopping until she had been knocked totally unconscious.  In the process, her left glove and right boot had been ripped off.  The bruised and battered heroine had nearly been stripped naked.  She was completely helpless and unable to resist being taken with the beast.  It eventually reached a cave and entered with its prize.  The enormous cave was illuminated by a bonfire that Savage had managed to build.  At the far end was a large chasm; the blackness inside masked the true depth of the pit.  In one corner of the cave was a large pile of golden artifacts, with several other types of shiny items added in.  The size of the bounty indicated that the creature had been stealing artifacts for years.

                Savage placed the busty woman in the middle of a flat area of ground.  It ran its paws over her bare chest.  Erotica's nipples hardened when they were touched.  Then, the creature placed its front paws squarely on her breasts and squeezed tightly.  This caused the heroine's entire body to writhe, as if she had been shocked with an electrical current.  Suddenly, and incredibly, Savage began to pump her ample boobs with its limbs.  The paws had the qualities of suction cups, strongly pulling her breasts.  The blonde bombshell's back arched upwards as the beast continued its powerful pumping action.  A sucking sound could be heard, and it was amplified by the echoing qualities of the cave.  Savage seemed to be milking the unconscious heroine, although she had no milk to offer.  It was almost as if it was draining her life force.  But more than likely, it was simply a way for the unusual beast to gain sexual pleasure.

                The intense breast pumping/sucking continued for over half an hour, with Savage not once removing its paws from Erotica's firm tits.  She was being heavily molested in a most unique manner, like nothing that had ever been done to her before.  Finally, the creature was apparently satisfied and released its tight hold.  Upon the removal of its paws, it could be seen that the heroine's breasts were bright red and obviously hurt.  The assaulted woman was then quickly thrown over a rock that was in the cave.  The stone was large enough for her limbs to dangle off each end.  Savage crept up to her and placed its face near her crotch.  It then used its teeth to pull off her thong, in much the same way it removed her bra.  Erotica's pussy had been stripped bare.  The creature purred when it got a glimpse of her blond pubic hair.

                Then, Savage stuck its tongue out.  At nearly ten inches long, the tongue was shaped very much like a penis, thick and circular.  The creature instantly thrusted its wet tongue into Erotica's vagina.  The motionless woman did not flinch as the unusual phallus penetrated her most intimate opening.  Savage was relentless in its oral rape of her; its desire seemed almost insatiable.  With very little variation, the creature thrusted its tongue in and out of the heroine's pussy for close to an hour.  Erotica did not respond at all during this time.  She was still hurt from the creature's previous assault.  At long last, Savage finally removed its tongue from her vagina; it seemed to be tired from the merciless violation of the beautiful blonde.

                For about ten minutes, Erotica lied still on the rock, untouched by the monster.  Then, she slowly began to stir.  With what strength she had, the heroine grabbed her forehead with her left hand, moaning in distress.  After a few moments, she was able to open her eyes.  She eased herself up and looked around the cave.  The busty blonde then noticed Savage walking near the massive pile of golden artifacts.  It appeared to be mesmerized by the items' shine and glow, which were amplified by the light from the bonfire.  It merely likes to look at shiny objects; it doesn't have any interest in their value, the heroine thought.

                Suddenly, Savage stopped in its tracks and then turned around.  It noticed the now-conscious woman looking at it.  Erotica slid off of the rock and collapsed onto the ground.  She was still too weak to fight, but she had to find a way to defeat the monster.  She then saw the chasm at the far end of the cave.  With as much speed as she could muster, the heroine stumbled over to the edge of the pit.  She then stood upright and waved her arms, goading Savage to strike at her.  The creature snarled its mouth and growled.  It crouched low to the ground, ready to strike.  Then, it jumped into the air, lunging right at the nude heroine.  Just as it approached her, Erotica fell to the ground.  With nothing to hit, Savage kept flying and ultimately started falling down into the chasm.  Its growls could be heard for a few more moments before its hideous form was consumed by the dark pit.

                Erotica crawled over to the edge of the chasm and looked down.  She wasn't able to see anything in the darkness, but Savage's ever-disappearing growls indicated that it was still falling to its demise.  Soon, there was silence; the creature was gone.  The weakened heroine smiled, then started to crawl towards the bounty of gold.  As she reached the artifacts, she collapsed face down on the ground.  Darkness consumed the brave woman as she slipped into the sweet comfort of unconsciousness.

 

                Three days later, Ashley stood at the airport with Jean-Luc, preparing to board her plane for the ride home.  Since her alter-ego's battle with the Savage, her time in Sommeilville was otherwise uneventful.  After Erotica regained consciousness the next morning, she had searched and successfully found the rest of her costume.  With her powers restored, she had the strength to quickly remove all the artifacts from the cave and bring them to the police.  She had explained the entire situation to Inspector Jugnot, who while concerned for the heroine's well-being after her attack was quite amused by the fact the creature actually existed.  With Erotica's job finished, Ashley then had to resume her duties as company representative.  She had explained to Jean-Luc that she started to feel ill at the ball and returned to her hotel room to rest.  As she looked at him standing at the terminal in a navy blue polo shirt and khaki slacks, the redhead regretted that their romantic evening had to be cut short the other night.  "Thanks for everything, Jean-Luc," she said.

                "You're quite welcome, Ashley," he replied.  The Frenchman couldn't help but stare at the lovely woman during their last few moments together.  She looked very beautiful in her yellow floral print mesh slip and tank-style dress, along with her yellow pumps and shark tooth necklace.  "It was such a pleasure to spend this time with you.  You are such a wonderful lady."

                Ashley smiled.  "Merci beaucoup.  I just hate that we could only spend this short time getting acquainted.  If the company ever sends you to Peak City, please drop by and see me."

                "I will.  I hope to see you again very soon."  Jean-Luc then leaned in close and kissed Ashley on the lips.  The two people then embraced each other and enjoyed their kiss for as long as they could.

                After their romantic moment was over, the redhead smiled and said, "Au revoir."

                "Au revoir," the Frenchman replied with a smile of his own. 

                After the two exchanged final looks, Ashley reached down and grabbed her carry-on bag.  As she walked towards the plane, she took one last long look at the French landscape.  "What a country," she said to herself.  "And what an adventure!"