All Hallowed Night... The night of ghosts and goblins, gargoyles, trogolytes and such. A night infamous in it's dark doings and darker results. And Blundie wanted to be ready while wanting her friends to be prepared as well. Bettye Gage sat on the couch, resplendant, as usual, in her ebony latex mini dress with those five inch heeled boots that caressed her mons as she walked, her mask and her rubber gauntlets. Galaxeena was at rapt attention, unlike Bettye's Brunette page boy haircut look, a Blond temptress in that outrageous multi zippered catsuit of her Planet's leatherubber that displayed her body to perfection. Her boots, too, swam up her long legs to brush against her mons and her tight fitting leatherubber gloves shone brightly in the lights of Blundie's living room. The only one in the room not wearing a mask was Blundie herself, just as she was the only one not clad in ebony. She was, however, clad in latex.

In keeping with the red, the white and the blue she'd always been known to wear, her catsuit was blue and she wore a tight corset of red and white while the crotch high boots and shoulder length gloves were the same red hue as suggested by the corset. Bettye, otherwise known as 'Invincible Knight', thought Blundie looked wonderful and thanked the Amazon again for treating her own outfit with Amazolon, the same treatment Blundie used on her own costume to render it almost indestructable. Superheroine outfits came at a healthy price and she hated it when one got ripped or torn.

"Listen up..." Went Blundie. "We know that Halloween is an excuse for masked men to roam and create all manner of dastardly deeds since seventy percent of the Populace wore masks for the so-termed holiday. Ant then there are the monsters who come out that one day and create mayhem... Let's get out there and kick some serious criminal butt..."

The night was cold and rainy. There was an ill wind blowing through the canyons of the city and Blundie, despite her attire, shuddered and shivered because of the day it was. Kids with parents were everywhere right now, orange pumkin head flashlights in small hands and going from door to door with their elfin "Trick or treat" entreaties. Blundie was delving further into some of the worst areas of the City now, her strong, booted legs carrying her along at a brisk pace. She turned the corner into a small street where the light fixtures had been used for target practice and her Amazon eyes adjusted swiftly to the gloom.

"A car parts buisness... Car Zone... It's been broken into... *I* shall arrest the perpetrators then call the Police..." She went, spotting the gaping front window with it's shards of glass and the smashed metal accordion gates. She swiftly made her way to the store and carefully, lest she tear her latex costume, climbed through the window and allowed a moment or three for her eyes to adjust again. She slowly made her way up between rows of automotive tools and had almost reached the end of it when the sky seemed to crash down on her in the form of a heavy duty truck battery that drove her to her knees and thence to the floor. She didn't even hear the comment made.

"Damn. She actually bounced on those boobs..."

When she slowly came to with her head pounding, she detected she was tied up with something. Several somethings, in fact as the criminals had used lots of jumper cables all over her. Aligator clips were gnawing on her all too prominent nipples while more had been widened enough to pinch boob and ass flesh through the latex covering. A steel tow rope bound her arms together behind her and she was bound to what seemed to be a sports car seat. And now her assailants figures swam into view as her head and sight cleared.

"Why... You're just children!" she noted verbally. "Untie me, you little darlings and I'll get you some candy..."

Sl-a-a-a-ammm. One she hadn't yet seen smashed her across the mouth for speaking out.

"We're not little kids, slut... Not by a long shot... You came bouncing those boobs in here and deserve everything you're going to get..."

The voice was a give away. It was low pitched and gravelly, the voice of an adult or a very late teen at least.

"Why, you're, ah... Little people..." Went Blundie, ever politically correct. "Give this up and I'll see you get fair treatment..." (Wrong, Blundie... That never has worked for you...)

She almost failed to see the fists coming. Suddenly she looked like a spectator center court at Wimbledon watching a lengthy volley between two players. Her head was being helped side to side by two padded glove fists causing steams of spittle and blood from her nose to launch across the building floor.

"Speak only when we tell you to..." Came the adminition as the punchbag's head lolled chestward. "We've no intention of giving up... we always get away with our crimes, even if we're caught because Juries pity us, as does that Gloria Allwhite who insists on defending us...You, Big Cow with udders, are meat... Our meat tonight..."

"Can we stick a jumper cable handle up her ass and one up her cunt, put the other ends on a battery and see if she steams?" Said another voice nearby. It was then that Blundie realised that there were some ten of these little people in this Criminal gang.

"Nah, Dwaine... First we gotta expand that asshole, maybe with the compressor over there..."

"You think that asshole ain't big enough already?" Retorted Dwain, having seen the shivering magnificence of that rear porch. "Bet she's taken more 'n a few up the coal shute..." Blundie nodded in agreement, not wanting to annoy these little guys any more. Besides, It was true. She might not have liked it but, yes, she'd been done in the rear many times before.

"Towed ya'..." Smirked Dwaine already grabbing a gear shift knob off the shelves and ripping open the package. "Hold on ta her... I'm going to stop any noise..." With that, he rammed the round black plastic gear shift knob in her mouth, her teeth clacking down on each side of it. She was effectively silenced and looked akin to a chipmunk, as one of the guys commented.

The ever inventive Dwaine had her hoisted and laid over some boxes of oil, rear well reared and, to him, ready for cum what may. It did. Dwaine unzipped and plowed between those ass cheeks that stood like pillows. Blundie's eyes widdened in pain and surprise and tears sprang from the blue orbs like floods. "He's not built like a little man..."

Dwaine wasn't. He was immense and now cruelly battering inside her. Stoic to the end, Blundie remained absolutely still. She'd received bigger and she'd received more painful but she'e never gone along with the rape. Or so she'd prefer to think.

"Get that ass in motion, cunt... Do some of the work or else..."

Blundie shook her head from side to side in the negative. She was not going to do any of the work for him.

Blundie screamed into her gag as her bod was convulsed by charges known as 'electric'. Her nips were being nipped and fried as one of the guys attached jumper cables to a battery. A fully charged one that was now discharging into Blundie's boobs but Blundie's ass went into motion as Dwaine, protected by a rubber condom, went along for the ride.

Blundie continued the dance oft refered to as 'St.Vitus', rearing about like a bull at the rodeo while her rider somehow manage to keep his seat. Femoil spewed from between those shapely, booted gams and from spigots discharging boiling milk. Then the diminuitive demons brought radio antennas to bear after fitting themselves with latex gloves, swiping cruelly at bare flesh and flesh yet to be bared, And Blundie's masochistic tendancies kicked into high gear yet again.

Plundered, probed, tied and fried, she did what she did best. She shook in orgasm. She even managed to cum in unison with her rapist and felt him withdraw to spurt all over her well padded ass.

"Hey... They got those ramps out back..." Said Scout to the group. (He was called Scout because he was always scouting out the best places to rob and the most fun things to do.)

By now, Blundie was too weakened to stand on legs as rubbery as the boots that encased them. Pitching forward, she made her usual three point landing, her humungous boobs slowing the descent of her noggin to the floor. She was muttering incomprehensably as she was dragged to the garage area by her hair.

The center piece of the garage was an automotive pit and Blundie, spotting same, shuddered. "What dastardly use are they going to employ with that... THING???"

"Get her down in the pit..." Went Scout with a smile but allowing the Boss to issue the order.

"I'm not going down there... It's FILTHY... Full of... Yeuch..."

Blundie had ranted too soon again and Blundie was now being beaten about breasts and overendowed rear porch with those damned crowbars used to remove car hubcaps. Perusaded her to sully her boots quickly, too. She was calf deep in rancid well used motor oil in a trice before her arms were released and drawn upward, cuffs applied to gloved wrists and chains thence to the wheel platforms. The little guys were now giggling as one applied power to the lift and Blundie started to STRETCH...

Tears flowed as Blundie tossed her head from one side to the other in dire agony. She could feel her joints starting to creak and redoubled her strength to try and pull against the pull. She was, after all, an Amazon and endowed with far more than Human strength. She was a *Superheroine* after all said and done.

Smoke started emitting from the tortured hydrolics around her. Smoke that bade for little cofort for the bountiful Blundie who was trying her best to control her so-secret masochistic yearnings in order to keep control of her muscles. The dastardly little creeps saw what was happening and grabbed up some tools with intent of grevious bodily harm. To Blundie.

Channel locks were applied quickly and tightly to her nipples, causing her to scream in pain while another thought of plugging a hole with a grrease gun. Her rear hole. Taking an airhose, another shoved it deep in her pussy and turned on the air full force causing an intense belly ache to assail her while another used fingernails that had not seen scissors for a long time to pinch her clitoris in an attempt, no doubt, to part her with it. All this time the flames were starting to spout from the hydrolic motor, flames that quickly spread to the oil and grease on the uncleaned floor. At least that caused the diminutive demons to back off in a hurry.

"*I* am beating them away... *I* have won..." Went Blundie to herself before too much ancient oil in the pit caught fire and singed up her long booted legs. "How do *I* get out of this?" She added feeling the heat seeping through her clothing. "Perhaps *I* have not won after all... Oh, Hera, what HAVE I done to deserve the fires of Hades???"

Sirens were sounding in the near distance by now and minutes later Blundie was hit with a poweful jet of cold water that stooped a pain induced orgasm in it's tracks and also made headway against the fire now licking her fabulous body.

"You should have gone for the treas , Babe..." Went a firefighter in awe of her fantastic, obviously well violated body. "These kind of tricks can be painful at the least... "He added taking channel locks off swollen nipples.

Blundie, in gratitude, took good care of the Company's fire hoses.

End