Halloween 2020: The Thirteen By DeannaTroi This is a work of fiction. It contains adult material of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. All characters portrayed in sexual situations are 18 or older. Ms. Americana (Brenda Wade), Flag Girl, Green Spectre, Spectre Girl, Got Gal, Got Chic, Hexanna, Night Raven, Champion Girl, Wolf Woman, Power Lass, Omega Woman, Lady Midnight, Azure Angel, Shield, Jungle Babe, Amazing Babe, Nightmare Witch and the Geek are all the creation and property of Mr. X. The concept of Sanctuary was created by Silkcords. Any characters who might seem to be real people are of course just very similar. All other characters in this story are my own creation. Feel free to use my characters in your own stories, but please try and keep their characters in line with what is depicted in these stories. You can send all feedback to: Troi@hotmail.com ** * Epilogue The First There are nine circles to Dante's Hell: Limbo, Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Anger, Heresy, Violence, Fraud and Treachery. Of course those distinctions are for the mortals who will occupy them after death while demons are free to move between the circles as they see fit. In a penthouse suite in the circle of Lust, there is a meeting taking place. "Are all of the thirteen here gathered?" asked Achoo the Vicious. He would have counted the demons present himself, but this was his pad and he was distracted by the dark haired woman who was bobbing her mouth up and down on his large, scaly, purple cock. "Keep going Cleo, I am almost there," he encouraged her as he ran his talons through her long, silky hair. "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve," counted Boorpus the Sadistic. "We are still one short," he told Achoo as he used his fingers to aid in the area of what was for him higher math. Luckily for him, this was aided by having six fingers on each of his bright red hands. "You forgot to count yourself again," pointed out Cerxes the Ravager as he paused from pounding his cock into the very tight and warm cunt of Bridget Bardot. The former sex kitten was making soft mewling noises of pleasure as she was fucked by his vomit green coloured cock. Boorpus looked down between his legs where Helen of Troy was gagging on his equally bright red schlong. "Oh yeah, I guess I did," and he began to pour a thick load of spunk into the mouth that belonged to the face that could launch a thousand ships. The cum dribbled out of the corners of Helen's mouth and dripped onto her large, round boobs. "I always forget to count my dick. Sorry, it looks like we are all here." Achoo stifled a sigh. He should be used to Boorpus's stupidity by now after half an eternity , but it never ceased to amaze him. To give himself time to get his thoughts organized, he grabbed Cleopatra's head and shoved it down farther onto his cock until her cute little nose pressed into his belly and held her there. Luckily for her, she was already dead and breathing wasn't required as her throat was now completely filled with his thick member. "Alright, we are gathered here to choose a destination for our annual Halloween celebration." "Any place but Moscow," said Dirks the Devastator as he paused in his thrusting into the wet pussy of the late Eva Braun. "I nearly froze by balls off there last year." "How about New York? asked Eedor the Savage as he continued to ram his cock up Paris Hilton's ass as she squealed like a stuck pig. "We always have a good time there. It's got a nice big park for us to spread out in." "No way," put in Fhalus the Merciless. "The last time we were there and went out to eat afterwards the prices in the restaurants and bars were criminal. Besides, I got mugged twice." "What about some place in Europe?" asked Gnash the Horrible. "The French girls are always fun to ravish. Just like sweet little Marie here," and he punctuated his comment by giving Marie Antoinette's ass a hard slap before continuing to thrust his cock in and out of her dripping pussy. "I hate Paris," replied Hoox the Violator. "I caught something the last time we were there. What about Los Angeles?" he sed as he looked down at Marilyn's mouth wrapped around his green cock. "There is never a shortage of good looking sluts willing to put out there." "Forget Los Angeles," put in Isler the Ruthless. "It's no fun raping the willing. I mean look at Pam here," and the orange skinned demon reached down and grabbed a handful of blonde hair and used it to pull himself deeper inside the busty starlet as he fucked her doggy style. "The bitch had her clothes off before I was even fully hard. What fun is there if you don't get to rip their clothes off? I vote for London. I just love those English accents." "No way in Hell," growled Jax the Impaler looking up sharply from where Jenna Jameson was giving him a sloppy blowjob. "Their idea of good food is fish and chips wrapped in a newspaper. Let's try some place wilder like Rio." "You can't drink the water there," said Loorid the Malevolent as he paused in thrusting his cock in and out of Mata Hari. "If we go to Miami, we can always slip over to Disney World." "I got a sunburn the last time we went to Florida," objected Mourke the Cruel. "Besides, have you forgotten how much the rides cost in that place? Use your tongue more bitch!" This last comment was addressed to the former British princess who had her famous face stuffed full of his cock. "How about some place in the Middle East? They know how to keep women in their place there." "Nah, there is another war ready to break out there," said Nurdal the Lethal. "I want to go to some place we haven't been before and find some fresh talent." He looked down at Kim Kardashian as she ran her tongue over his huge azure balls. "I am so tired of the same old cunts year after year." "I have just the place then," said Achoo who picked up his iPad. He turned the screen to show his fellow demons a picture of a group of busty women nearly falling out of their skimpy costumes. "It's called Delta City and it's full of big breasted cows like these ones. All in favour of Delta City?" asked Achoo looking around the room. Thirteen tails of various colours were raised briefly as their owners paused ever so briefly in their fucking of the humans who had been consigned to this special circle of Hell. "It's settle then, the Thirteen shall convene in Delta City this Halloween." * * * Prologue The Second There is another circle of Hell that was deemed too terrifying for Dante to see lest it drive him insane. It had only one resident, though prisoner would be a more accurate term. Most of those who had met the imp called Bob thought he was already insane, so visiting this unnumbered circle of Hell was no big deal for him. "So what is in this for me?" asked Bob who stood facing the only inhabitant of this special circle of Hell and trying to figure out what made this demon so dangerous that he was feared by every other demon in all the hells in the universe. Feared so much, they had all united for once and only once to imprison him. I mean, he doesn't look so tough, thought Bob. He's eight feet tall and four hundred pounds of pure muscle with razor sharp claws and blah blah blah like millions of other demons. The imp glanced down at the huge snake like cock dangling down to the demon's knees and mentally sneered. Cocks that big were literally a dime a dozen in Hell, so what made Kyote so feared by all other demons? "I know about you," rumbled Kyote. "You like to watch things, so what you will get is the greatest show ever." Bob licked his lips and his eyes glowed briefly red with anticipation. "What do I have to do or who do I have to kill?" he asked eagerly. "Oh it is something quite simple," replied Kyote with a laugh that sounded like the boulders in an avalanche grinding together or rather grinding the bones of the skiers in their path to bloody splinters. * * * "A package for me?" asked a puzzled Fiona Piper as she stood nervously at her front door looking at the box the bland faced deliveryman was extending towards her. "I wasn't expecting anything." "I don't know anything about that lady," said the man. "I just deliver parcels where they tell me to and never make a left hand turn. Maybe someone sent you a present? With a pair of knockers like you got, that shouldn't be so surprising." The blonde whose mixed ancestry gave her the light brown skin of someone from the near east blushed and glanced briefly down at her chest where her large breasts made two sizable mounds in the forest green outfit she wore. "I don't think your comment was very appropriate," replied Fiona stiffly as she took the offered parcel then closed the door in the man's face. "What no tip?" asked Bob to the wood door. "I mean a nice titty fuck would have been fine." * * * "Ahhhhhhhhh," moaned Marion as she sat on the dryer with her legs spread wide. "That's it John, you found it, now just keep going." The blonde maid clutched John Little's head against her pussy and felt the chauffeur's tongue licking her g-spot. It wouldn't be long now until she came and .... Ding Dong. Marion cursed as she heard the doorbell and opened her eyes when she felt John pause in his oral attention to look up at her with his dark skinned face all shiny with her juices. "Ignore it," she commanded him. "I am just about there." John shrugged and pushed his tongue back into the delicious pussy of the maid. Ding Dong. "Are you getting that Marion?" called a female voice faintly from somewhere above the pair who were down in the basement of the large mansion. "I can't!" yelled Marion as she grabbed John's head with one hand while fondling her own breasts with the other. There was the sound of footsteps above them as Jenny Tuck, hurried to the front door. Marion heard the indistinct murmur of voices, but made no attempt to hear what they were saying. She bit down on her lip as not to make too much noise as she felt John's talented tongue push her over the edge and she came in a gusher. "Once you and John have finished with your business, please come up here," called Jenny with a smirk in her voice. "We just got a parcel of some sort." * * * Even if all I get out of this deal is this, thought Bob as he gazed down into Hexanna's deep cleavage and caught a glimpse of a dark nipple, it is probably worth it. "Do you need me to sign for it?" asked the dark haired sorceress with a trace of annoyance in her voice as she noticed the target of the delivery man's fixed gaze. "No ma'am," replied Bob, "but a nice tit er tip is always appreciated." When the door slammed shut in his face, he sighed. "Have it your way honey," he muttered to himself as he walked back to his delivery van. "I suspect I am going to get to see a lot more than just your boobs tonight." * * * Bob paused just outside the doors of the restaurant when he caught sight of the small, old Chinese woman at the counter looking after a customer. Damn, he wasn't being paid enough to deal with that kind of trouble. Still, Kyote had been quite clear that all five packages had to be delivered to the locations specified. "Can I help you?" asked a young female voice from behind him and he spun around to see a good looking girl , also of Chinese ancestry, in her late teens smiling at him. "Er, I have a parcel for Judy Wong," said Bob running his eyes over the girl's delicious figure and mentally stripping away her clothes. He rather liked what he saw and thought Chinese food would fill him up nicely as he envisaged spreading those young thighs and plunging his cock into the tight teen cunt "That's me," replied the girl with an even broader smile as she reached out to take the parcel. Bob handed it to her, managing to cop a feel of her tits in the process which she surprisingly didn’t seem to object to, and returned back to his van. When he looked back at the girl, he saw her hesitate and glance into the restaurant before going down the steps next to the restaurant doors to what looked like a basement apartment. * * * "Put your fucking eyes back in their sockets," snarled Nightmare Witch as she snatched the parcel from Bob's hands and then turned back into her house with a dismissive snort. "Nice ass, I hope something big gets stuffed up there some time soon" muttered Bob as he returned to his van and heard the sounds of kids calling 'trick or treat' in the distance. Time to get a big bucket of popcorn and watch the show, he thought. now that all five packages had been delivered. * * * "What's in the parcel?" asked Nefertari as the tall, dark skinned teacher and former queen of the long extinct kingdom of Eqt as she came into Hexanna's office in her newly opened school for the magically gifted. "Beats me," admitted the sorceress, "that's one reason why I called you. I wanted some backup just in case someone sent us something nasty." "I'm hoping it's a huge new strap-on dildo that you can use on toots here while I get to watch," said Hexanna's skull staff from where it was leaning against a wall. "Can't we do something about his mouth?" asked Harry Tinker, the other teacher and Hexanna's assistant at her magic shop. "I'm afraid not," replied Hexanna as she sliced the packing tape that sealed the parcel. "It's sort of a package deal. He helps amplify and control my power, but I don't have any control over his lecherous thoughts and words." The dark haired beauty glanced over at Nefertari and tried not to imagine doing exactly what the staff had suggested to the statuesque beauty. With an effort, she suppressed a tingle in her pussy and pulled back the flaps on the box. "What is that?" asked Nefertari peering into the box along with Harry from the front side of Hexanna's desk. "It looks like some kind of smart speaker," replied Hexanna as she lifted the spherical object from the box and sat it on the desk where it stood on its flat base. She poked around in the packaging and found a sheet of paper with instructions. "Turn on power and say 'Hello Kyote'," read Hexanna and those were the only printed instructions. There was a simple picture showing the position of the power switch for the terminally stupid. Hexanna shrugged, pressed the button and spoke. "Hello Kyote." "Welcome to Kyote 1.0, the newest generation of smart speakers. As a loyal customer, you have been selected to receive this breakthrough product. Just use the trigger phrase 'Hello Kyote" and then ask any question or give any command to the speaker. Thank -you for your loyalty and we look forward to serving you in the future." "Have you been ordering a lot of stuff from Amazon?" asked Harry. "Not really," replied Hexanna. "They don't carry a lot of the stuff I need for my magic shop or the school. I'm not sure they are the ones who sent me this thing either as there is absolutely nothing given for a return address or any kind of invoice." "that's odd," said Nefertari. "Do you think it is safe to give it a try?" Hexanna shrugged again. "I can't really see some hell spawn using a smart speaker to ensnare us in some demonic trap." She turned towards the speaker and said. "Hello Kyote. How many circles of Hell are there in Dante's Inferno and what are their names?" "There are nine circles in Dante's Inferno," replied the speaker almost instantly. "They are in order: Limbo, Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Anger, Heresy, Violence, Fraud and Treachery" "Hello Kyote. Play us a Halloween song that isn't Monster Mash," said Harry. A few seconds later Werewolves in London began to play. "Well it seems harmless," said Hexanna. "It might be a fun thing at tonight's Halloween party with the students. The rest of the She Legion is going to be out on patrol, but I wanted to be here in case of any trouble since after all it is a magical school and it is Halloween. The She Legion will call me in though if they need any magical assistance." ‘That is one speaker activated,’ thought Kyote with deep satisfaction. ‘This plan is going to work beautifully and it will be a Halloween to remember, though some people might wish to forget it.’ * * * Night Raven heard a whimper coming from the alley below her, but it was too dark to see the source. It was Halloween evening and the She Legion was out in force patrolling the city. Bitter experience had taught them that they could expect some kind of mystical trouble. It was like all the demons, witches and sorcerers had their names on some kind of cosmic waiting list that allowed whoever was on the top of the list to come plague Delta City every Halloween. Quickly she secured her climbing line and lowered herself down into the shadows. "Hello," she said softly. "Are you hurt? Where are you?" "Right here and I'm afraid I'm not at all hurt," said a large bright red demon stepping out of the shadows and showing an impressive set of fangs when it smiled. Even more impressive was the large red cock that it was stroking. "You heroes always fall for the whimpering in the shadows trick. Why go hunting your prey when you can get it to come to you." "Who the hell are you?" demanded Night Raven as she tried to take her eyes off that rather impressive looking member which was dribbling a steady flow of precum and had already formed a sizable puddle of precum on the dirty ground. "My name is Boorpus the Sadistic," replied the red skinned demon. "I am one of the Thirteen and we have come hunting for big boobed whores to service us on this most unholy of nights." "Well consider this my idea of service," snarled Night Raven as she spun quickly and launched a kick at the demon's head which it easily ducked and then backhanded Night Raven lazily, sending her skittering down the alley on her ass. Stunned, the heroine sat there trying to get her mind working even as she saw the demon walking towards her with the huge cock bobbing up and down as it seemed to be homing in on her mouth. A moment later it found its intended destination and slipped between her lips. “Oh yeah, this was a good decision to come here,” moaned Boorpus as he rammed his cock down Night Raven’s throat and began to face fuck her. * * * Bob settled back into a comfortable chair in the Presidential suite at the Ritz Hotel in downtown Delta City and snapped his fingers at the television to turn it on. He had charged the room to the account of some weird looking guy with a bad comb over and orange skin he had seen on television. From that brief viewing, Bob was willing to bet the man was going to be able to pretty much pick his circle of Hell when it came his time to take up residence. In the meantime, his borrowed credit card would help to entertain him for the evening. The imp smiled when he took in the scene on the large screen television. He watched the red skinned demon pulling Night Raven’s face up and down on his thick cock by her ears and snapped his fingers for a room service steak. This was just the preliminary action until Kyote made his entrance, but it did appear to be entertaining in its own right. * * * Fiona Piper glanced from the instruction sheet to the smart speaker sitting on her desk next to her laptop. She had never heard of this brand of smart speaker before and that both puzzled and excited her. She had finished inventorying the house's collection of smart speakers just last week and her research had confirmed the collection was complete. Before turning the speaker on, Fiona stopped to add it to her database and smiled with satisfaction. Nevada and Nefertari had invited her to a Halloween party at Hexanna's school, but she had begged off. Parties and too many people made her nervous and there was the collection of salt and pepper shakers that needed to be entered into the database. Fiona couldn't understand why others didn't get the same thrill she got from cataloging things. It was better than sex. Ok, it was just as good as sex, she corrected herself. She sighed and made one more mental correction to almost as good as sex. Fiona turned the speaker's power on and listened to the welcome speech. She wasn't sure how she had become a loyal customer, but she figured she might as well give the speaker a test. "Hello Kyote. List all speciality salt and pepper shakers made in England in the 19th century." Seconds later, the speaker began an enumerated list and Fiona's eyebrows went up in surprised appreciation. This thing might actually be useful. Fiona began to hum to herself happily as she gathered up her laptop and the speaker then headed for the room in Piper House containing the salt and pepper collection. This was going to be fun. “That is two,” thought Kyote with satisfaction and growing excitement. Soon Delta City would experience the full force of his power. * * * Champion Girl soared over the city, patrolling for trouble on Halloween eve. Her powers were solar based, so the night was not her best time to work and normally she would leave it to others like Night Raven and Lady Midnight, but Halloween was an 'all hands on deck' kind of event for the She Legion, so she had made sure to soak up as much sunlight during the day as she could and it should suffice to see her through the night. The young blonde heroine was so busy scrutinizing the city below for signs of trouble, she never saw the winged figure descend out of the night sky behind her until she felt strong hands reach around and each grab a handful of her boobs. Since, like all Aphrodite heroines, Champion Girl was quite well endowed in the chest region, there was a lot of boob to grab, but the hands doing the grabbing were big hands. Big, scaly and what could best be described as vomit green in colour. "Hello sweet thing, I am so going to enjoy fucking you," said the owner of the hands in a deep bass voice. Champion Girl tried to drive an elbow back into the creature holding her, but winced in pain as it felt like she had hit a mountain. "Who the hell are you and what do you want?" she cried as she continued to try and wriggle free while she felt the hands squeeze and manipulate her breasts through her skimpy top. "My name is Cerxes the Ravager," said her assailant. "I think my name tells you what I want don't you think?" Champion Girl made a whimpering sound of assent as she felt a very large and very hard cock pressing against her ass. "Have you ever been fucked while flying?" asked Cerxes conversationally as it began to pull Champion Girl's bottoms down. The heroine just made another whimpering sound as she felt the thick, hot member penetrate into her. * * * Green Spectre and Spectre girl crept cautiously towards the open back door of the jewelry store whose alarm had gone off and then stopped so abruptly. It was almost a relief to have something so routine as a burglary to deal with on Halloween eve thought Green Spectre as she reached the door and slipped inside. Normally on Halloween, they got demons, ghosts, witches and all other variety of mystical problems. It would be a nice change to get to kick the ass of some hapless burglar who hadn't been bright enough to disable the alarm before breaking in. Suddenly a pair of huge black hands reached out and grabbed each of the heroines and lifted them off the ground like they were feathers. The mother and daughter pair both instinctively lashed out at the huge creature who had grabbed them, but their blows had as much effect as peeing on a forest fire. "Hello ladies," rumbled the demon. "My name is Dirks the Devastator. Do you want to know why I am called that?" "Not really," squeaked Spectre Girl. "Because of your bad breath?" asked Green Spectre who while as frightened as her sidekick, was determined not to show it and put up a brave front. "Spunky bitch," laughed Dirks. "I like them spunky and I like giving them my spunk even more. Feast your eyes on the instrument of your devastation!" The two heroines reluctantly looked down at the massive throbbing ebony cock between Dirk's legs that continued to grow larger as they watched. "Now, I suppose you are wondering which one of you gets the privilege of getting to sample it first, but I got a little surprise for you." As the pair of blondes continued to watch a second equally large cock began to appear just above the first one. "Two cocks and no need to wait,!" Laughing hysterically at his own cleverness, Dirks slammed Green Spectre down onto the floor on her back knocking the wind from her. A Clawed hand shredded most of Green Spectre’s costume from her with one yank, exposing her full breasts and shaved pussy to view. A moment later, the heroine gave another oof as her daughter whose costume had been likewise reduced to tatters was slammed face down on top of her. The demon positioned itself with a cock aimed at each of their pussies as Mother and daughter stared wide eyed with terror into each other's eyes feeling their naked bodies pressed tight together in a most shameful way. They were still gazing into each other’s eyes when they felt the dual hot shafts start to push into their pussies. * * * Azure Angel had drawn the docks as her area of patrol for Halloween eve and now she crouched in the shadows watching the large tour boat Mist Rider. There was someone moving around on the deck and there shouldn't have been. Normally Mist Rider would be out on the ocean with a huge Halloween party going on aboard it, but not after what had happened last year. The boat's owner was Taggart O'Malley, ostensibly one of the richest men in delta City, but that had been before some bad investments and even worse gambling losses at the casinos in Vegas. O'Malley had tried to recoup some of his losses with a little blackmail. Last year when some of the very rich had partied on his boat, his secret video cameras had recorded their every indiscretion which included Simone Blackburn's preference for large dogs in her bed. The whole blackmail scheme had gone awry when a drunken O'Malley had inadvertently broadcast the video instead of just recording it and now Mist Rider remained tied up at the docks and empty, except it wasn't. There was no easy boarding ramp, but that didn't deter the Asian ninja who easily walked up the mooring rope as if it were a mile wide bridge and then slipped into the shadows on the deck. The young heroine paused in the pool of darkness from one of the large lifeboats and looked around unable to spot the source of the movement she had seen. She discovered it a second later when a clawed hand reached out of the life boat, grabbed her around the neck and hauled her into it. Azure Angel exploded into a flurry of kicks and punches which left her attacker apparently totally unfazed. "I am Eedor of the Thirteen little one," sneered the bright green demon. "Your blows might be effective against lower rank demons, but against one of the Thirteen, they are as nothing." The demon then reached up and casually ripped Angel's top off and her huge J cup boobs bounced wildly on her slim chest as they were freed. "Amazing," observed Eedor, "I am glad we came to Delta City this year as I have never beheld such wonderful looking pillows as these." With that, the demon began to grope and squeeze the massive, soft orbs of tit flesh. "Tell me little one, do you like having a cock between these lovely things?" Azure Angel looked down at the demon's pulsating cock, it's neon green seeming to almost glow in the darkness of the lifeboat and whimpered. Eedor just laughed. * * * There was someone in the ring thought Wolf Woman as she crept down the aisle. The Latino hero was a frequent visitor to the legitimate and the not so legitimate matches held in the converted gym of Ed "The Executioner" Witkowski. The legitimate matches were amateur bouts for those who dreamed of the big time of the WWE while the others were topless matches between ladies with abundant tops to be appreciated. These matches were also not won by the conventional three count of the legitimate matches. Wolf Woman's father and grandfather had both been highly successful luchadores and she prided herself on her own abilities in the ring though she had only been an appreciative spectator to the bouts held here as it would hardly have been fair to pit her Aphrodite fueled abilities against normal humans. Currently, however, the gym was in darkness except for the glowing exit lights and there shouldn't be anyone in the gym with no matches scheduled on Halloween eve. Silently, Wolf Woman reached the ring and slipped between the ropes intent on the rather large figure veiled in darkness. She was about to sneak closer to it and give whoever it was a good surprise when the spotlights that lit up the ring for matches suddenly turned on and blinded her. When her vision cleared, she saw that what she had been sneaking up on wasn't human as she stared at the large brown skinned demon. "Oh crap, I should have guessed as much on Halloween," muttered Wolf Woman as she took in the massive creature and the equally massive and erect tool between its legs which was pointing straight at her. "Greetings human," said the creature with a baring of fangs. "I am Fhallus the Merciless. Would you prefer to struggle before I rape you or will you just give in to the inevitable?" “Neither,” snarled Wolf Woman who threw herself off the ropes to gain momentum and found herself crashing into a brick wall instead of bowling the creature over as she had intended. She staggered back trying to clear her head, but felt strong hands grab her and lift her high in the air. The demon slammed her down hard onto the canvas and immediately dropped on top of her pinning her for a three count. “I win,” Fhallus exulted and with a casual flick of its hand, ripped her costume off. “Now I will claim your delectable body as my prize,” and Wolf Woman grunted as she felt his huge cock thrust deep inside her pussy. Soon the ring began to shake with the power of the demon’s thrusts as he drove in and out of the defeated heroine. * * * Delta City seemed to have a near limitless number of decrepit looking warehouses that all looked much the same thought Amazing Babe. Even more improbable was the fact that it seemed like a heroine could pick one almost at random and find it being broken into by someone, used to store a drug shipment or used for a dozen other nefarious and quite illegal purposes. It was Halloween eve and she hadn't quite chosen this particular warehouse at random, but catching the glimmer of light from what should have been a totally dark building was the next best thing. As per usual, the warehouse was packed with row upon row of stacked crates that limited just how much of the interior the heroine could see at any one time. Near the center of the warehouse was an open area with moonlight shining down through a large skylight that some architect had thought added character to the utilitarian structure. A large creature stood there basking in the moonlight which fairly made its rose coloured skin glow. "Ah there you are," said the figure as it spotted the blonde heroine. "I have been waiting for you. I am Gnash the Horrible." "You shouldn't be so hard on yourself," smirked Amazing Babe. "With a bit of polish and a manicure, you might only be Gnash the Moderately Ugly." "It is not wise to mock one of the Thirteen," replied Gnash with a growl. "It is especially not wise to taunt one with my talent." "I didn't know ugly was a talent," replied Amazing Babe. "Show me what you got or shut your face." As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Amazing Babe wished she hadn't uttered them a large dark rose cock seemed to slide into view suddenly from the creature's previously smooth groin. "I see you require a demonstration of my talent," smirked Gnash as he ran his hands up and down his cock as if he were playing the scales on a musical instrument. Suddenly a huge blob of precum erupted from his cock and flew fifty feet to smack the young heroine square on her tits. "What the fuck?" gasped Amazing Babe as she looked down and saw her top dissolving and then falling away to leave her large white globes totally exposed. Her hands automatically went to try and cover her exposed boobs and another spurt of precum from Gnash's cock hit her bottoms, square on her pussy mound. The heroine gave an "eek" and was forced to drop one hand to try and cover her womanhood as her bottoms dissolved in the same manner as her top had. "Ah, much better," said Gnash as he gave his cock another few strokes and launched another massive load of precum to splatter all over Amazing Babe's face. The blonde was surprised to find her mask was intact and the thick goo just ran down her face to form a shiny coating. "Now why don't you save us both some fuss and just lie down on your back and spread your legs?" leered Gnash s he advanced on her. “You can stick that idea where the sun doesn’t shine,” growled Amazing Babe and once more made a mental note to herself too review all such comments before they left her mouth in the future. “Oh I intend to,” sneered Gnash quite predictably. He then shrugged off the young, blonde heroine’s punch to his jaw, grabbed her and bent her over a convenient crate. “I believe this is the suggested destination,” he said as he spread her ass cheeks apart and slammed his cock home into her ass. Amazing Babe’s only reply was a high pitched squeal. * * * "I never ordered something like this, did you?" asked Jenny Tuck when Marion and John arrived in the upstairs hall smelling like sex. "Not me, " they both said looking curiously at the black sphere that Jenny took out of the box and placed on the small table by the door. She then pulled out the simple instruction sheet and they all listened to the welcome message after Jenny pressed the power button. Jenny frowned. The Hood household had some unpleasant memories of things that arrived from unknown senders with unpleasant results, but a smart speaker was hardly the same thing as a fertility statue sent by demons was it? Likely the speaker was a loyalty reward as it said for one of her husband's many credit cards. Still, she made a mental note to ask Robert about it later. Shrugging, she might as well give it a test. “Hello Kyote. What is the capital of Canada?” There was a brief pause and then “Ottawa” came the response from the speaker. “Damn, I thought it was Toronto,” said Marion. “This thing could be fun at a Trivial Pursuit party.” That's three,' thought Kyote as it sensed the speaker's activation. Two more to go and then I will be free to join the Thirteen and show them what fun truly is. * * * "Why do we always get the sewers?" complained Got Chic as they walked along the underground passage with her mentor, their high heels making a click click sound on the stones underfoot. "Well, technically these aren't really sewers," pointed out Got Gal. "If they were sewers, they would be full of yucky stuff." "So, what are all these underground passages and why do we have them all over the place in Delta City?" asked Got Chic, her forehead wrinkling in puzzlement. Got Gal sighed deeply which did wonderful things to her large breasts, making them bounce and jiggle in a way that Got Chic couldn't help but notice and send a twinge to her pussy which she tried to immediately put a stop to before things got out of control ... again. "No one seems to know exactly why we have all these underground passages. Some say it was started by smugglers and pirates a couple hundred years ago and then expanded on by various mad scientists and criminals. Sometimes I feel like I am in some horribly written story and they are just a plot necessity. I mean they are a perfect place for a couple of hot babes like us to get our pussies raped by mutoids, weird plants and that kind of thing." Got Chic nodded. “Well, in that case, where the hell are all the mutoids and other weird things tonight? It's Halloween eve and we have been in these non sewers for almost an hour without seeing any of them and getting our brains fucked out. That might be a record you know and you never answered my question about why we always get this duty." "Ms. Americana always says it is due to our special expertise with dealing with the mutoids and other things down here," replied Got Gal. “As for where all those things are, I haven't a clue." "I can answer your question little dark skinned one," said a deep voice. Got Gal and Got Chic shot a startled glance at each other. "That wasn't you was it?" they both said in unison and they spun around looking for the source of the voice. "That was me," said the deep voice and a salmon coloured demon with the usual assortment of muscles, fangs and claws stepped out of the shadows. "I am Hoox the Violator of the Thirteen and all the usual denizens have fled in terror of my coming. "Well we aren't afraid of you," snorted Got Gal as she assumed her hands on hips and chest outthrust posture that had never served her well, but which she seemed to feel obliged to use anyway. "I appreciate that," replied Hoox. "Chasing down my fuck toys cuts down on my fun time, though I must admit that watching a nice set of jugs bounce around while the whore runs is rather enticing." "We aren't whores and we aren't running," declared Got Chic and adopted a similar hands on hips and chest stuck out posture to that of her mentor. "As I said, it is appreciated," returned Hoox. "It makes doing something like this much easier." With that, a dozen tentacles suddenly sprang out of various portions of the demon's body and before either heroine could blink, two of them latched onto their tops and yanked them off along with their Got jewels which took away most of their super strength and other powers. "Eeek!" cried Got Gal and she flung a hand over her large, soft boobs to try and cover them from the leering demon while at the same time her mind was wondering why she bothered since this had already happened so many times before that being concerned over her modesty should be pointless. It just seemed to be one of those "lizard brain' things that an Aphrodite couldn't help though she decided. The smart thing to do would have been either to rush to the attack or better yet to turn and run like hell was after her, which it most certainly was, but instead she stood there frozen in indignant righteousness while more of the damn tentacles wrapped around her ankles and wrists to hold her in position. A quick look sideways at Got Chic showed her sidekick had been similarly immobilized and her dark coloured nipples were standing erect on those fantastic looking chocolate brown breasts of hers. With an effort, Got Gal hauled her mind back from her sidekick's boobs to the demon in front of her and knew with quiet certainty what was coming next. Indeed, two of the tentacles promptly ripped off her bottoms and those of Got Chic to expose their womanhood to the world which was so humiliating and yet so erotic at the same time. Oh damn her genes and the influence of the Got jewels which gave them their powers and even when not directly on them, made them probably the horniest members of the She Legion which was saying quite a lot. "Now time for a little multiple penetration," said Hoox with a teethy smile as he sent tentacles with phallic shaped tips gliding towards each of the two women's mouths, pussies and asses. * * * Shield was wishing she was at the Halloween party at Sanctuary with Steve, Cyril and the others, but when Ms. Americana batted her baby blue eyes at you and asked you personally to patrol the university grounds, you gave in to the inevitable. Now she stood on top of the Chemistry building looking down into the university bowl scanning for trouble and it didn't take long to find it. "Oh come on honey, show us your tits," said a drunken male voice from somewhere below her. Another drunken lout of a frat boy, thought Shield as she slid down her grappling line to the ground even as she heard the girl's voice saying “Let go of me you creeps!". The auburn haired heroine ran quickly towards the confrontation and saw pretty much what she had expected. Three drunk looking male students were surrounding a pretty young blonde with one of them actually trying to undo the girl's blouse buttons. "Leave that girl alone or face the consequences," cried Shield striding into the light of one of the too infrequent and too dim lights that supposedly made the university paths safe for women to walk at nights. The three men looked up with sneers on their faces at the sound of her words and then abruptly their faces turned to masks of terror they screamed and they turned and ran away. I guess they heard about me, smirked Shield to herself as she thought it had been her reputation that had sent the cowards into retreat. That illusion was shattered when the blonde looked in her direction, gave an even louder scream and moments later passed the fleeing men while still accelerating. It took Shield a moment to catch on. Oh crap, she thought, I am going to turn around and find some hideous monster standing behind me aren't I? With that feeling of dread in her stomach, the young heroine pivoted and saw the hulking form of an orange skinned demon leering at her. "Hi baby, want to fuck?" asked the thing. "Actually that is a purely rhetorical question because your answer doesn't really matter does it? My name is Isler the Ruthless and I am one of the Thirteen. It will be my pleasure to screw your brains out tonight." Shield growled and holding her red, white and blue circular shield in front of her, she charged straight at the thing and smashed into him. She even managed to make it stagger back a few inches, but then she felt herself being plucked up into the air and found herself dangling with her feet off the ground staring the demon in the eyes. "That wasn't very friendly," remarked Isler as he yanked her shield from her grip, almost taking her arm with it and dropping it on the ground. The demon then clenched a taloned hand in her costume and shredded it from her with one tiny flex of its very large muscles. Shield's firm, round breasts hung there exposed in the dim light and she saw the demon's mouth open. A moment later, a long forked tongue flicked out and licked over her breasts, sending a shiver of fear and pleasure through her body. "Mmm, tasty," said Isler, "this is going to be fun for one of us. Want to guess which one?" * * * Jungle Babe strode down the pathways of Perez Park, the large downtown park at the heart of Delta City. She felt more at home in the park than any other place in Delta City as it was most like her native Africa. It even had one advantage over her native jungle in that no one was asking awkward questions about why a blonde, white woman was calling herself the queen of the African jungle. The last time she had been home, there had been some pointed comments about cultural appropriation. Jungle Babe sighed and took in a deep breath of the semi fresh air of the park. She immediately regretted having done that as she recalled the research she had done into why such a huge tract of land was somehow still a green park instead of being turned into condominiums or office buildings for the mega corporations. It had turned out the park was built on what had been a toxic waste dump and covering it over with some grass and trees had been cheaper than decontaminating the soil. The heroine forgot about her thoughts regarding civic planning as she spotted the small white puppy sitting on the path in front of her wagging its tail madly. "Oh, aren't you a cute little fellah," cooed Jungle Babe bending over to stroke the puppy and not noticing as one of her breasts fell out of her fur bikini top. "Are you lost little guy?" "Actually, I was just waiting for a big tit slut like you to come along," replied the puppy and it gave a little bark of delight as its tongue shot out to lick Jungle Babe's exposed nipple. "What the hell?" cried Jungle Babe stepping back hurriedly in confusion. "You got it on the first guess sweetie," said the puppy as it began to transform as the blonde heroine watched in shock. Within a few seconds, a large, pure white demon stood facing her with an impressive looking cock fully erect and pointed straight at her. "My name is Jax the Impaler. I am one of the Thirteen and I am really looking forward to doing you doggy style and I do mean doggy style." A stunned Jungle Babe watched as the demon transformed again into a canine shape, but this time instead of being a cute little puppy, it was a massive dog whose eyes were right at boob level. Deciding discretion was the better part of valour and so was getting reinforcements, Jungle Babe turned and started to run back down the path she had just come up. A heavy weight hit her in the back and she was brought down to her hands and knees as she felt a large furry weight settle on her back. Looking down between her legs, the queen of the jungle saw the hard dog cock rubbing over her ass. She heard a growl and suddenly her bikini vanished and now the beastly cock was in direct contact with her flesh. "Time to mount my bitch," said Jax and he began to push his member into the whimpering heroine. * * * Mildred Thompson was 87 and at the moment quite frustrated as she fiddled with the knobs on her ancient television trying to get a better picture. It was Halloween eve and she damned well wanted to watch the Friday the 13th marathon on Channel 666, but there was little more than snow on her screen. Probably the damn antenna up on the rooftop, she muttered as she continued to jiggle and twist the knobs. Up on that roof, a shapely form was silhouetted against the lights of the city. Lady Midnight stood with hands on her hips peering at the surrounding streets and just daring evildoers to try and get away with anything tonight with her and the rest of the She Legion on patrol. There was a small sound behind her that the African-American heroine ignored as it clearly sounded like a rat to her trained ears. A moment later, there was a louder sound and Lady Midnight frowned as that had definitely sounded larger. Should she turn around an look? No, she was alone up here on the roof and she wasn't going to let her nerves spook her on Halloween. There came a still louder sound from behind her and with a sigh the heroine turned to see what she expected would be an empty rooftop. "Took you long enough to hear me jerking off," said the large gold coloured figure who was indeed stroking the very hard piece of meat sticking out from between his legs. "I almost thought I was going to blow my first load without you turning around even," complained the hulking monster. "By the way, I am Loorid the Malevolent, one of the Thirteen and now how about getting your hot little ass over here and start sucking on my dick." "If you want your cock sucked then you can do it yourself," retorted Lady Midnight as she glared back at the demon and did her best not to lick her lips or drool at the sight of that huge schlong. Loorid gave his head a shake. “I Tried that, but it’s a lot better with someone like you doing it.” “What do you mean someone like me?” demanded Lady Midnight hotly. "Just because I'm black, doesn’t mean I am a whore you racist pig!" Loorid gave the heroine a puzzled look. "What has skin colour got to do with anything?" he asked, gesturing at his own golden skin. "I just figured with a set of huge melons like you got that you must be a real pro at sucking cock." "Oh, sorry," replied Lady Midnight. "I guess I am just a bit sensitive to how some things are said lately. It's the times we live in." "Hey no worries," replied Loorid, "now how about wrapping your lips around my cock?" Lady Midnight gave her head a shake and her glare returned to full disapproval. "I don't think so," she said and took up a fighting stance. Loorid smiled nastily and took his hands off his cock and reached out towards the heroine. He was standing a good twenty feet away and Lady Midnight was well out of his reach, except his arms suddenly elongated impossibly and seized her. With a strength she couldn't begin to resist, the dark skinned beauty felt herself being pulled across the rooftop and forced onto her knees where she was brought to eye level with the thick slab of cock meat. "Now just open your mouth and say ahhhh," snickered Loorid as he rammed his cock forward toward her gaping mouth. Loorid sighed with pleasure as he felt his cock enveloped by that warm mouth and relaxed against the large metal antenna sticking up into the air. Several floors down, Mildred Thompson gave a gasp as the image on her screen suddenly became crystal clear. She had cataracts developing in both eyes, but she could still clearly see what was on the screen and it sure as hell wasn't Jason or any of the jail bait teens he routinely slaughtered. Mildred watched the large golden cock sliding in and out of the mouth of one of the city's masked heroines. This was much better than Friday the 13th she thought as she settled back on her sofa and picked up her bag of microwave popcorn. Oh my, it looked like whoever owned that wonderful looking cock was going to try and shove the entire thing down the woman's throat. I didn't even know you could get any porn channels via my old antenna thought Mildred. Maybe this was that Netflix thing she had heard her granddaughter talking about. * * * "What's that? asked a female voice from behind Judy Wong and she turned to see her sister Becky coming through the apartment door carrying a case of beer under each arm. "I think it is one of those smart speakers," replied Judy as she looked at the simple instructions. "Cool," said Becky. "We can use it for music for the party." "I still think we are going to get into a hell of a lot of trouble over this," said Judy as she pushed the power button on the device and they both listened to the welcome message. "Oh lighten up," replied Becky. "Grandma Wong is two floors up and her hearing isn't that great anymore. Try making that thing play something." Judy gave her sister a dubious look and checked the weird name of the AI again. "Hello Kyote. Play something by Fleetwood Mac." There was a brief pause and then Dreams began to emanate from the speaker. 'That's four' thought Kyote as he felt the fourth of the five speakers come to life. 'One more and then I can join the party!' * * * Power Lass landed just in front of the gate that swung back and forth making a squeaking sound. She was sure she felt eyes watching her as she bent down to pick up the large padlock from the ground and saw the hasp had been snapped like it was made of straw. Well, two could play at that kind of game she thought and then blushed when she noticed one of her boobs had popped out of her top when she had bent over and she hastily stuffed it back in place. She then surveyed the interior of the fence and wondered why the hell anyone would bother to break into a place like this on Halloween or any day for that matter. Acme Car Wreckers was the graveyard for hundreds of rusted out hulks and not exactly the First National Bank of Delta City. Confident in her own power and having already forgotten the many times when that confidence had been misplaced, Power Lass walked down the aisles of stacked wrecks looking for the intruder. She would wrap this up in a jiffy and be back on patrol for more serious threats to the city. Rounding a corner, she saw a figure leaning against the base of a large crane and smiled. It looked like she wasn't going to have to waste any more time looking for someone to punch. "Why don't you just put your hands up and surrender?" she called to the figure. "why don't you just take off that skimpy little outfit and get down on your knees?" returned the figure as it stepped out of the shadows. Power Lass's confident smile faded a bit, but didn't disappear. Her foe looked to be some kind of demon which she supposed went along with Halloween and the signs of super strength demonstrated by the broken padlock. Well, magic was not a weakness for her, so she was still pretty sure she could take this thing. "I would tell you to go to hell, but that's exactly where you will be going back to after I punch your lights out," retorted Power Lass who stopped in a clear area to give herself room to fight and awaited her foe. The navy blue skinned demon threw his head back and laughed. "My my, aren't you an over confident slut. I am Mourke the Cruel and one of the Thirteen. This night you shall learn how I came by that name." "I am quaking in my boots," sneered Power Lass and then just as she was about to take a step forward, Mourke held up a small remote control and pressed a button. Instantly, Power Lass felt her strength draining from her like water through a dam that had a hole blasted through it. "What the hell?" she managed as she fell to her knees. "I see you decided to adopt the requested position after all," sneered Mourke as he walked towards the depowered heroine and casually ripped her top off to let her humungous jugs tumble into view. A woozy Power Lass looked around in search of the cause of her sudden weakness and then at last looked up to see the powerful electromagnet on the crane arm that was used to pick up the metal cars and move them around the yard. Goddess, she lost all her Aphrodite powers in a strong magnetic field and she had to get clear right now before ..., but that thought was cut off by Mourke grabbing her head with clawed hands and guiding her mouth down onto his massive cock. * * * Omega Woman stepped into the Hall of Mirrors and frowned. The place was closed on Halloween as people were more interested in spookier forms of entertainment, but she had seen someone entering the place as she had flown over. It might be nothing, but so far tonight had been a bust in terms of serious crime, so she might as well check it out. The first mirror she passed made her look skinny like some anorexic super model. The second one made her look fatter than Fat Albert, though she supposed she should come up with another comparison considering Bill Cosby was not exactly popular these days. The third mirror made her boobs look way too large for her body. No, wait that was a plain ordinary mirror and that was just the normal state of her boobs. Omega Woman paused and smiled at that thought and posed in front of the mirror with her hands on her hips and those bountiful orbs thrust forward like the biggest set of headlights anyone could want. "Man, I can't wait to cream all over those babies," said a deep male voice and Omega Woman's eyes went wide as she saw a massive light blue figure looming behind her in the mirror. The blonde heroine swung around instantly and stared at the empty space. Glancing over her shoulder, she could still see the creature, but how could he have a reflection if he wasn't standing right here where she could see him? "It's all in the wrist action sweetie," laughed the demon. "My name is Nurdal the Cruel and I am one of the Thirteen. I must say you have one of the finest sets of tits I have ever seen." "Yeah, well come and face me and see if you enjoy my fists as much as you do my boobs," snapped Omega Woman as she continued to look around wildly for the demon. "All in good time," replied Nurdal. "First though, I think it best to render you a little less dangerous." Omega Woman was about to ask what he meant by that when she heard the hiss of gas. Oh damn, she swore as she caught a whiff of chloroform and turned to run back the way she had come to the fresh air only to run into a jet of gas blasted right into her face. She felt her head begin to whirl and even worse, she felt herself getting hornier at the same time. Of all the members of the She Legion, she seemed the most affected by the damned gas and it seemed like that knowledge had been shared by all the criminals and low life scum in Delta City and beyond. Nurdal walked out of the mirror and casually pushed Omega Woman onto her back on the floor before stripping off her costume. With a smile of triumph he straddled the blonde's chest and slid his long, hard cock between her boobs. "Be a good little slut and squeeze those jugs tight around my dick," he told the heroine and with a goofy smile on her face, Omega Woman did exactly that and watched the demon start to tit fuck her. * * * "There is an alarm coming in over the radio," Flag Girl called to Ms. Americana who had gotten out of the Ms. Americana mobile to examine the locked gates of the Delta City Zoo. To Flag Girl's immense relief, the lock and the gates appeared intact as she hadn't particularly enjoyed her last trip to the zoo. Being fucked by a Zebra had not been on her 'to do" list and she still wasn't totally sure how that had happened. "Where is the alarm coming from?" asked Ms. Americana as she got back into the car behind the steering wheel. "Er, would you believe Wade Tower?" asked Flag Girl and saw the startled look on her mentor's face. "Probably some kids trying to pull off a Halloween prank," said Ms. Americana as she put the car in gear and peeled rubber. Some five minutes later, she and her blonde, pigtailed sidekick stepped off the elevator onto the roof of Wade Tower where the building's alarm system insisted there was some kind of intruder. "It looks like a false alarm," said Flag Girl peering around the empty rooftop, "probably a sensor malfunction." "Oh that hurts me to the quick," said a large purple skinned creature who seemed to appear out of thin air. "Here I came all this way to fuck you and you call me a sensor malfunction." "Who the ... um H E double hockey sticks are you?" demanded Ms. Americana who had hurriedly altered what she had intended to say so as not to set a bad example for her impressionable sidekick. "I have heard swear words before you know Ms. A," said Flag Girl rolling her eyes. "Well yes, but a proper lady doesn't use them unless under extreme provocation," maintained Ms. Americana. The busty brunette heroine then returned her baby blues to the demon. "You didn't answer my question yet." "It's kind of hard to reply or get a word in edgewise with your Laurel and Hardy routine going on," said the demon. He saw the puzzled look on the faces of the two women and tried again. "Abbott and Costello? Lewis and Martin? Simon and Garfunkel?" Still seeing the blank looks on their faces, he waved it away. "Forget it. My name is Achoo the ..." "gesundheit," said Ms. Americana and Flag Girl simultaneously. "Are you two bimbos trying to be funny?" Achoo snapped. "I am Achoo the ..." "Gesundheit," said the two women again at the same time and they both giggled. "The Vicious," finished Achoo and glared at the heroines, defying them to make a joke out of that. "Viscous?" asked Flag Girl. "I think they mentioned that word in Chemistry class. I think it means thick Ms. A. The poor guy is thick witted perhaps." "Probably teased too much when he was a little bitty demon over his slowness in school and his allergies," agreed Ms. Americana with a smirk. Steam was actually starting to pour out of Achoo's ears at this point. "Ok, bitches, laugh this off then," he said and he grabbed his massive purple cock and gave it a shake in their direction. "That's the third biggest cock I've seen this week Ms. A," said Flag Girl as she considered the purple member judiciously. "It is number two for me," replied Ms. Americana and shot her sidekick a quick questioning look. "What have you been up to that I don't know about young lady?" "Um, I must just have miscounted," replied Flag Girl hastily as she suddenly recalled the other cock in question had been observed after she had snuck out after her curfew to go bar hopping with Spectre Girl. "I don't fucking believe this," muttered Achoo as he broke into their discussion. "I have had it up to hear with your babbling. It is time to get down to a little serious fucking." "I doubt that," replied Ms. Americana scornfully. "You are outnumbered two to one by superior women and we are going to give you a good thrashing." "Outnumbered?" asked Achoo with an evil smile. "Maybe you should count again?" and he snapped his fingers. Suddenly there were two equally powerful looking demons facing the heroines. "Well that is still only even odds," snorted Ms. Americana. Both Achoos snapped their fingers and now there were four of them. "We can still handle two to one odds against," maintained Ms. Americana staunchly though there was a slight quiver of uncertainty in her voice. The four purple figures all snapped their fingers and now there were eight of them. "I still think ...," began Ms. Americana. "Um, maybe this would be a good time to stop talking Ms. A," broke in Flag Girl quickly as she regarded the eight identical demons and didn't like the idea of that number going any higher. "Er, perhaps you are correct," conceded Ms. Americana as she watched the eight demons surround them and begin to close in. She couldn't help noticing they were exactly identical, right down to the now very erect large purple cocks. She punched one of the demons with the full strength of her power belt fueled muscles and was delighted to see the struck demon go flying backwards, but that happiness lasted only the briefest of periods as three of the remaining demons swarmed her and bore her to the ground. There was the sound of ripping cloth and she suppressed a shriek of outrage as she realized it was her red, white and blue bikini tops and bottoms being yanked off. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her sidekick's costume being similarly shredded from her body. The heroine felt strong hands lifting her and then she was lowered face down onto the waiting cock of one of the purple demons and felt it slide into her pussy. Her eyes went wide with shock and she opened her mouth to protest which simply facilitated the entry of a second cock into her mouth. She was still gagging on that when the queen of justice felt clawed hands spread her ass cheeks and a moment later she gave a gurgling cry as a third cock was shoved up her back door. Again out of the corner of her eye, she could see her sidekick receiving a similar triple penetration. * * * Nightmare Witch gazed at the object she had taken from the package. What the hell was a smart speaker she wondered. Unlike someone like the Geek and she paused to give a mental sneer at the thought of her fellow villain, she had no use for technology. This Internet thing was just another passing fad. Like Christianity and the ludicrous idea that the Earth was round, it would disappear in time like so many other things had in her multi thousand year lifetime. Give her a good old fashioned dribbling candle and some Yak blood and she could rule the world ... literally. Assuming she could find some way to rid herself of those interfering Aphrodite cows that is. Thinking about the heroines made Nightmare witch grimace. It was Halloween eve and she should be out there hunting the sluts, but there was something big going on in Delta City tonight. she could sense that much, but not exactly what it was and that made her hesitate. Also, every few minutes .... Ding Dong. Nightmare Witch sighed and went to the front door of Nightmare Manor and reached into the bowl of candy on the little table. She had tried everything she knew how to discourage the little brats, but nothing worked. She had transformed herself into various hideous monsters and it had just made them giggle. She had tried various skeletons and other creatures moaning and walking around the front yard, but that just seemed to make more of the little demons show up and demand candy. Cautiously, Nightmare Witch opened the door and steeled herself. "Trick or treat. Smell our stinky feet!" chirped a little blonde girl under a devil's mask and Nightmare Witch shuddered. "Here, here, take the candy and be off to the nether realms of hell," she screeched. "Thank-you," said the little blonde devil who giggled, bowed and ran off towards the next house. Nightmare Witch sighed, slammed the door and went back to her living room and found the instructions for the smart speaker thingy. Damn, they looked complicated. They expected her to find and press a button. The diagram was supposed to help somehow, but as far as Nightmare Witch could tell, it might be the control panel for a nuclear submarine. Was this it? Hesitantly, as if she expected the thing to explode, Nightmare Witch pressed the power button and listened to the welcome message. Command? What should she ask? Nightmare Witch cleared her throat. "Hello Kyote. Who is the most powerful witch in all the world?" "That would be Granny Weatherwax," replied the speaker after a moment's consideration. "Never heard of her," snapped a disgusted Nightmare Witch and she put the speaker down and went to answer the damn doorbell one more time. 'That is all five speakers activated," thought a triumphant Kyote and he felt the spell begin to form. The houses he had sent the smart speakers to would if plotted on a map of Delta City produce a perfect pentagram. The miles wide symbol was the only thing with enough power to free him from his millennium old prison. He could now enter the mortal world just as the Thirteen had done and he could finally show them what true fun was. The rainbow coloured demon stepped into the mortal realm for the first time in many centuries and he was accompanied by the ringing of small silver bells. Kyote grinned and snapped his fingers. Thirteen large, lemon meringue pies formed in midair. Kyote paused and did a little mental math and another seven joined them to make twenty. He snapped his fingers and they disappeared. * * * Four each of the purple demons were fucking Ms. Americana and Flag Girl, a cock in each of their pussies, asses and mouths while the heroines were forced to jerk off the fourth one. There was a sudden flash of light and eight large pies smacked into the faces of the eight purple demons. All around the city came another dozen curses of a similar sort as to those issuing from the mouths of the purple demons as twelve more pies found their targets. "What the fuck is going on here?" screamed Achoo as he reverted to a single body in his surprise and stumbled away from the heroines while he wiped meringue from his face. Then he froze in midstep. "Oh damn, no he couldn't possibly have gotten lose could he? Everyone come here immediately!" There were twelve quick flashes of light and the rest of the Thirteen appeared on the rooftop wiping meringue from their faces. In his haste, Achoo hadn't been too specific in his command and all the various heroines appeared along with their assailants. The naked women either covered in cum or with it dripping from various openings scrambled to their feet and clustered together around Ms. Americana and Flag Girl. There was one more flash of light and Hexanna appeared, staff in hand and her eyes went wide as she took in the sight of her fellow heroines and the demons. "Oh dear, I sensed something big was happening, but I wasn't expecting this." "Hubba hubba," said the skull staff as it gazed around at the naked bodies of the heroines. "I think I've died and gone to heaven." "You did die you stupid staff," snapped Hexanna, "but Delta City is a long way from heaven." "I don't understand," gasped Ms. Americana as she paused to swallow a thick mouthful of goo before she could go on. "What is this all about?" "It's the Thirteen," replied Hexanna with a touch of fear in her voice. "They are among the most powerful demons in all the Hells. They are sort of like well a really bad college frat when they get together to party." "You!" yelled Achoo as his vision cleared and he saw the dark haired sorceress. "Is this your doing? If it is, I promise you that you shall feel the cocks of all of us tonight. You will be fucked until you are permanently bow legged." "Oh put a sock in it Achoo the Boring," said a new voice and all the demons and heroines looked around to see a rainbow coloured demon floating there in midair. "You know I am the only one who can pull the tails of the mighty Thirteen and get away with it." "Kyote!" yelled Boorpus and he began to charge towards the newcomer planning to rend him limb from limb with his claws. Instead, he fell forward and smashed his face into the roof. After a few stunned moments, he managed to sit up and discovered the reason he had taken the tumble was that someone had tied his shoelaces together. What was truly original about the prank was that he didn't wear shoes or any other covering on his huge hooved feet. Cerxes had also began to rush at the rainbow coloured demon and now he went flying and landed in a heap. He got groggily to his feet and picked up the banana peel that had done him in. "Haven't we been bad enough?" he complained. "I mean what did we not do to deserve this?" "I will take care of him," snarled Dirks and after glancing at his feet and checking the ground for any more hidden banana peel traps, he began to pick up speed. He never even saw the piano that landed on his head. Kyote was laughing so hard now, he couldn't keep afloat and was rolling around on the ground laughing. "Oh damn, I forgot how much fun it was to prank you silly buggers." "Will someone please explain what the hell is going on here?" demanded Lady Midnight who forgetting about her current naked state stomped over to glare down at Kyote. "His name is Kyote," growled Achoo. "Once upon a time, we were the Fourteen, but that just was not a good number so we had to get rid of one of our members. Picking laughing boy there was real easy. I was sick and tired of having buckets of paint dumped on my head every time I opened a door." "And your expression every time was so fucking priceless," laughed Kyote wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. "He was never one of the guys either," put in Eedor. "He always preferred consensual sex. How sick is that?" "He would even say 'please' and 'thank-you'," growled Fhallus. "No hell fearing demon does that!" "He is a disgrace to all demons everywhere," agreed Gnash. "We imprisoned him in an unnamed circled of hell and hoped to um whoever that was the last time we would ever see him," groaned Hoox. "How did you even escape?" demanded Isler. "That's for me to know and you to find out," laughed Kyote "I need to sit down," muttered Jax and he collapsed into one of the lawn chairs that Brenda Wade kept on the rooftop to tan in. There was a loud farting noise and Jax jumped to his feet and glared down at the whoopie cushion on the chair. "I need a drink," moaned Loorid. "I was having such a great time with her mouth," and he gestured at Lady Midnight and then boom I get a pie in the face. It isn't fair I tell you." "Here this will help," said Kyote suddenly solicitous of his fellow demon and handing him a glass of water. "Thanks," said Loorid who gulped it down and then the gold demon's face turned violently red as the hot pepper in the drink hit him hard. Everyone watched as he ran across to a bird bath and began gulping at the water bubbling out of it to try and cool his mouth. "Eww," said Flag Girl, wrinkling her nose. "Doesn't he know that the birds poop in that water?" "He does now," snickered Kyote. "Look, we outnumber the bastard thirteen to one," said Mourke. "I say let's get rid of him once and for all." The other twelve looked at him and Mourke nervously took a quick step to one side and looked up for falling musical instruments, but none appeared. Instead, a black disk formed where he had stepped and with a scream, the navy blue demon fell through the roof. A moment later there was the sound of him splashing down into Brenda Wade's indoor swimming pool seven floors below. "Oh let's all just get the hell out of here," said Nurdal with a sigh when Mourke reappeared dripping wet. "He has ruined the entire Halloween." He looked around and the others all nodded reluctantly and there were thirteen flashes of light as the demons all vanished except for Kyote. "Um, I guess we should thank you," said Ms. Americana who suddenly remembered she was still naked and tried to cover her breasts and pussy with her hands. "No thanks are necessary," laughed Kyote. "The bastards had it coming to them." "Well, what do we do now?" asked Green Spectre looking around at her fellow heroines. "Hmm, did I hear them say you believed in consensual sex?" asked Got Gal as she stared down at Kyote's massive semi hard member and licked her lips. "Of course," grinned Kyote. "I've found there has never been any need for me to look for any other kind," and his cock twitched as he saw Got Chic's gaze continue to be fastened on it. "Well then, I say we adjourn to She Legion HQ and have ourselves a little Halloween party. With the Thirteen off sulking, I doubt we will have any more problems tonight," said Got Gal. "I'll second that motion," said Wolf Woman as she was also staring hungrily at Kyote's impressive member. "All in favour?" asked Ms. Americana. Seventeen hands went up. "Er, I know this is kind of weird coming from a demon," said Kyote, "but you ladies are all in a heightened sexual state thanks to the Thirteen and I don't want to take advantage of you." "Mmmm, isn't that sweet," said Got Gal as she reached out a hand to grasp Kyote's cock and gently stroke it. "Don't worry about it big boy. Only the willing have to take a ride on this beauty." * * * Epilogue The First Mildred Thompson had been very disappointed when her television screen returned to snow. She had been quite enjoying the movie and watching that nice looking black woman deep throating the biggest cock that Mildred had ever dreamed about and she had previously thought her dreams were pretty big. Mildred was just about to get up and totter over to the television and turn it off when the picture suddenly returned. Oh my, there was her black actress again and now she was crouched between the legs of a huge breasted masked blonde and had her tongue deep in the blonde's pussy as the latter moaned loudly. The camera shifted to another scene that showed some weird rainbow coloured actor on his back while a busty brunette rode his cock in a cowgirl position and another huge chested blonde had her dripping snatch pressed into the man's face while she gave out little coos of pleasure. A Hispanic looking woman with large, light brown boobs was licking at the cock as it slid in and out of the brunette who looked an awful lot like that heroine Ms. Americana and now and then her tongue seemed to be connecting with the other woman's clit from the looks of things. The camera shifted again to show a pair of blondes wearing green masks in a 69 position and damned if they didn't look enough alike to be mother and daughter. Another camera shift showed a pig tailed young blonde wearing a huge strap-on and fucking a young black girl with equally huge tits that were bouncing all over the place as she got ploughed doggy style. Yet another shift of the cameras showed a young Asian woman with the biggest set of tits Mildred had ever seen laying on her back while an older dark haired woman and a young redhead each sucked on one of those tits. The dark haired woman was holding a staff with a skull on one end and she had the other end shoved deep in the Asian cunt. The camera continued to shift from scene to scene as Mildred settled back on the sofa and happily dug into her popcorn. Not only was this a lot better than some cheap horror flick, it was even better than Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy and she made a mental apology to Alex Trebek for this blasphemy. * * * Epilogue The Second Bob growled unhappily when his Halloween entertainment vanished with the appearance of Kyote and he realized he also had been played for a sucker. The Thirteen were gone, back in Hell licking their wounds like beaten dogs. Bob was sure there was some fun stuff going on in She Legion HQ, but an impenetrable barrier had been put up around it and shut him out. The imp paused for a few seconds to consider his options. He doubted Nightmare Witch would be happy to see him. Hmm, well there was that cute little Chinese girl and with the amount of beer they had lugged in he shouldn’t have any problems talking his way into her panties. Bob snapped his fingers and an instant later he was standing outside the basement apartment door where he pressed the doorbell. “I’ll get it Cindy,” said a female voice from inside that didn’t sound like one of the young girls he had seen earlier. “I have been expecting someone,” continued the voice and the door was abruptly opened by a somewhat familiar looking blonde, white woman wearing a trench coat, or at least those huge boobs of hers looked familiar as the imp had yet to look at her face. It must be a costume party, thought Bob, but before he had time to think or say anything else, the blonde grabbed him by the throat and smashed the back of his head hard into the brick wall beside the door. It had happened so fast and had been so unexpected that the imp was stunned into inaction and then he was smashed into the wall on the other side of the door and felt his nose break. He tried to bring a hand up to his injured nose and felt himself being spun around and then a hard kick was applied to his ass that sent him flying back up the five steps to sprawl face down on the sidewalk. He was still lying there stunned when someone stepped on him going down the stairs. Blearily, Bob looked up to see the old Chinese woman going down the stairs with an armful of pizza boxes in her arms. “Ah, Detective Boobs, so nice of you to visit and take care of the trash,” said the old woman as she stepped into the apartment and the door closed behind her. The End