[mf] [ff] Ultra: Breaking Point. Chapter 3: Giving in.

Howdy ya’ll. I’ve written a 20,000 word erotica novel inspired by obsession with Japanese hentai doujinshi, in particular, heroine-centric fare. I’m sharing with you a part of this CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE novel in hopes of generating interest and, frankly, I don’t know what else to do with it!

In *Ultra: Breaking Point*, Ultra is a powerful heroine living in the city of Comptown. She has been tasked by higher powers in protecting the city from all that would do it harm. Her strength is that of ten men, but even before acquiring her powers, she was fit, strong and a force to be reckoned with. Standing at 6’1 and 180 pounds of sleek, trim muscle, Anna Blane is a 22 year old college senior with a part time job. When she’s not in the gym, she’s on the streets fighting crime.

In her Ultra form, she’s covered head to toe in armor. Dark black and gray, with hints of deep purple; she’s an impenetrable force to be reckoned with, her pony tail hanging out of the back the only inclination of her gender.

Her fate is not in her own hands, however – it’s in yours! At several points in the narrative, you will be given a choice, designated as “CYA”.

In Ultra: Breaking Point, there are six endings. One true ending and five alternate endings, four of which feature mind-breaks, *ahegao*, huge insertions and much more. These endings are labeled as “Brutal.” Reader discretion is advised. The “true ending” can be found by following the “Continue Reading” prompts all the way to the end.

I present, for users of /r/erotica, Chapter 3: Giving in! (We join our heroine in her secretary form; her nemesis, the CEO of Cryptotek, has uncovered her secret identity, but Anna does not know this.

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I dressed as normal, Anna in the role of secretary, I thought. Really, though, I am Ultra – through and through. Invincible. Well, kind of. The near-death I experience the night before rattled me in a way I hadn’t felt before, but the suit gave me confidence.

*That was a close one, but you have nothing to worry about, I’ve got you covered,* it said. The spirit spoke like a wise old woman, and I wondered who, or what, she really was.

Something seemed odd about the office when I arrived. I entered through the newly installed security machine, but the place was somewhat barren. Was it a holiday? Perhaps, I thought, but I hadn’t heard anything differently. Besides, today was the day I would take out Bowman and get into his files; with the ahrd evidence, I could turn it over the proper authorities who could handle this better than I could with my fists.

When I entered my office, Bowman was already there. He sported a perverted grin, as usual, but it was surprising to see him there before me.

“Oh, hello, Mr. Bowman,” I said, forcing a smile before I approached my desk. “You’re here early.”

“Yes, well, we’ve had some … issues that needed my direct attention,” he said, leaning on the edge of my desk with a flat palm.

“Oh? Well, let me know if I can help,” I said before reaching to power on my computer. But it didn’t come on. I swallowed, hard, before looking up at him, realizing that he hadn’t taken his gaze off of me; realizing that he had a decidedly more sinister look about him today.

“I, uh, can’t seem to logon,” I said, adjusting my skirt nervously.

“Don’t worry about that, come into my office,” he said before turning and entering through his double doors.

*Something’s up*, said the spirit, and I agreed internally.

“Anna,” he said, closing the doors behind me. “I wanted you to look at something for me. Perhaps your young eyes could help me, I’m too old for this internet stuff,” he said. I tried not to roll my eyes – the CEO of a tech firm not knowing how to use the internet wouldn’t surprise me, actually.

I came around his desk and he pointed toward the screen. His desktop was open and nothing more.

“How old are you, Anna? 22? You young people are wizzes with machines,” he said. “I can’t get this file to open.” he pointed with one of his grubby fingers toward a folder simply named, “New Folder.”

“Ah,” I said, realizing that I had to lean over him to reach the mouse. Undoubtedly he had planned it this way; but I could also see that his desktop was unsecured. This would be my opportunity, I thought, as I reached over to take the mouse in my hands and, double clicking, opened the folder.

I felt a strange tickling sensation my breasts as I looked down to see that he was dragging his knuckles ever so softly across the cloth of my blouse, about where he guessed my nipples would be. Sadly, he was right on the money; my thin bra did nothing to keep them from perking up under his feather touch as they hung there, open for his groping. I gritted my teeth, and I could feel him take in a breath as he undoubtedly felt my nipples harden, the little mounds like speed bumps as he gently rubbed bag and forth along the cloth.

#CYA 3
#Anna ignores Bowman’s assault and maintains her composure. Continue reading.
#Anna allows Bowman to grope her in hopes of gaining more access. Scroll down.

“Ahhh, here we are!” I said and the folder opened, I jumped backwards away from his touch. He smirked and looked at the folder. Inside were several files, and upon closer look I could see clearly labeled pornography.

“Hot teen takes cock.xxx,” Bowman read. “Woops. Caught me.”

“Sir, this is b-beyond… my duties,” I said, clenching a fist, which he took in a strong grip.

“No no, I didn’t bring you in here to see that,” he said, now perfectly capable of working his mouse as he opened a video titled “Ultra.mp4.”

A video popped up on screen and as clear as day, I could see myself depowering, standing at the harbor in my leotard, looking more like a camgirl than a super hero, before repowering to head home.

*Get out*, said the spirit, but I could hear a click on the office doors. I backhanded Bowman into next Tuesday, strong enough even without the Ultra suit on, that he fell backwards out of his chair and tumbled on to the floor. “Not yet,” I thought.

“You bastard,” I said, walking over to place a foot firmly on his neck. “I’m going to finish you now, and then you’ll never see me again. Good luck with your fantasies.”

He panted on the ground as I took to his computer, quickly searching for files to use in a potential case. Two doors opened on either side of the room, interrupting me; through one door came the Pierrot Gang’s leader, Mister.

“Ah, Ultra,” he said. “Or… Anna?”

I gasped and looked to the other door, through which the Bull entered, stronger than ever, looking unphased from the night before.

“You may have taken round one, Anna, but so begins round two,” he said.

I wasted no time. The spirit could sense the danger. I clasped my hands together and the brightness of my transformation caused Mister and the Bull to avert their eyes as Bowman crawled away like a worm.

*To be continued*…

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#CYA 3

I knew that if Bowman was distracted with my breasts, I could have a peak around on his desktop at the very least, uninterrupted. So I swallowed hard and let his hands continue to stroke my nipples. The worst part was how good it felt, however. He grew bolder when I didn’t pull away, tugging at my left nipple through my blouse. I bit my lip just as I opened a file with spreadsheets; this is it, I thought, this could be the smoking gun.

His hand moved to my other nipple and I snuck a peak; my left nipple was incredibly erect, the blouse doing nothing to hide it. Bowman worked my right nipple between his fingers, tugging at it, and it, too, reacted to his touch. I grunted and pressed my tits against his hands; I needed time to email myself these documents.

Just as I attached a few of the files to an email, I felt a hand on my ass. While his right hand was busy arousing my breasts, he squeezed my tight ass and let his fingers wander over the crevice of my skirt. I could hardly take it anymore, but I was so close.

Just as I hit “send,” however, he placed both hands on my hips and spun me around; I felt his knee press against my pussy under my skirt. I gasped.

“Well well,” he said as his hands traced the curve of my hips up to my chest. He took both of my breasts in his hand, the bra a thin, light affair that made it easy for him to get a grip on their large forms, and gave them a squeeze. I gasped again as he dug his knee into my pussy; I could feel him rub my clit with his leg and I turned red.

“M.. Mr. Bowman, please,” I said, but as his fingers took my nipples and tugged, I arched my back into his grip. I felt disgusting; but I could also feel the moisture accumulating between my legs, and when he pulled back, I could see a large wet spot on his pants where he had pressed against me.

He moved fast then, with a smirk, as he unbuttoned my blouse, pulling it open roughly. Then with two fingers from either hand, he pinched the skin on top of my breasts and pulled my tits out of the bra, my nipples pointing out and upwards sitting on the edge of the cloth. Before I could breathe, he sucked on my left nipple and I lowered myself back down on to his leg, gently grinding against him.

His right hand gripped my ass and I thought of that night in the shower; I felt shame, but I couldn’t help myself. All thoughts of the investigation were put in to the back of my mind as he moved to my right tit and sucked the nipple there, too. Then he took my nipples in his hands between two fingers and stood; he was a good foot shorter than me, and his mouth was perfectly aligned with my tits. I allowed him to grab me roughly and push me against the wall behind his desk, and there he sucked on my tits while rubbing my clit through my panties, hiking up my skirt, until I had a strong orgasm.

I felt humiliated as I looked down at this tiny man exposing me. I could see my bare thighs, my erect nipples covered in his saliva, and I tried feebly to push him away. He wasn’t having it. He reached up and grabbed me by the throat, pulling me down to his level before digging his tongue deep into my mouth.

He explored every inch of my mouth, sucking on my tongue, running his own over my lips and gums. He took my tongue into his pursed lips and suckled it as I bent forward, his hands on my wrists hanging loosely in front of him, my ass pressed against his office wall. When he was done, he gently slid my tongue out of his mouth and I stood agape, my tongue hanging out like I had been hypnotized. He stood back and leaned against his desk, taking my image in: my tits, pressed down the middle by my bra, nipples exposed; and a streak of moisture running down my legs.

“What a sight,” he said as he pulled me by my hair forward until I was bent over his desk. He positioned himself behind me and I could hear him unzip himself; then, I felt his grubby fingers pull aside my panties.

“N-no…” I said, but before I could think, I felt his tiny, small dick exploring the crevice of my pussy. He rubbed it up from the clit to the hole and down again. He did this several times, and when he entered me, it barely penetrated, my ass preventing him from going deeper. But I felt an electric shock pass through me – my god, I came again.

He fucked me from behind, and when he saw me quiver from another orgasm, he removed a bottle of lubicrant from his desk, poured some on to my asshole and spread me open. This time, his full two inches entered me and I gasped, biting my fingers as he fucked me. He reached around, taking my tits into his hands, massaging my nipples.

Then something happened to me that I never experienced. I began to squirt. My pussy exploded in a waterfall, soaking my skirt, panties and shoes. This riled him and he began to pound my ass harder than before until I felt the warmth of his cum fill up my anal cavity.

When he pulled out, he stood back and watched as the come dribbled out of my ass, and then he scooped it up with two fingers and shoved it deep into my wet, throbbing pussy. He did this until there was no come left, and my pussy ate it up. He fingered me until I quivered, shook and came again.

Then, as if some sort of knight, he gently replaced my panties over my vagina. He stood me up, turned me around, and replaced my tits one by one into my bra; buttoned up my blouse, fixed my hair and patted my ass.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he asked. “Oh, Ultra –“ he said, and my eyes widened. How did he know? “One more thing.”

He grinned a wide grin, and I was powerless to stop what came next.

I was on my knees, my ankles tied to my wrists; and, when I turned my head to look, my head, too, was bound. A rope attached to the base of my pony tail was also attached to a hook firmly planted into my ass. I was bent in an arch, and completely nude. Bowman stood over me.

“I know you’re Ultra,” he said. “But I’ve disabled it. From now on, you’re my girl.”

He was right. I was wet. The metallic object in my ass drove me wild, and my nipples gently dragging against the carpet sent shocks of pleasure through my body. This is what I’ve always been, I decided – I’ve been hiding my true form. I was never meant to be Ultra; I was meant to be Bowman’s whore.

He cleared my office and hired a new secretary. My primary job from then on was to pleasure him; I let him grope me, touch me, leer at me; I let him do it all, and on command, I let him use me in any way he wanted.

The end.

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