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Ms. Americana's Cursed Christmas

by Sigma

I

Brenda Wade pushed open the bathroom door and poked her head in to the sounds of heavy breathing and moaning. She then sighed and shook her head before walking in. Right behind her, a tall, young, busty brunette peered over her shoulder and grinned when she heard the same panting and moaning.

"Oh, Jo...you naughty girl," Pippa Hill whispered a laugh. The two of them walked to the stall the sound was coming from and stood on either side. Brenda folded her arms and let it continue for a few more seconds before knocking.

The panting abruptly stopped.

"Shit..." a woman gasped. "Occupied," she then said out loud.

"Please open the door," Brenda sighed.

After a few moments and much whispering, the latch clicked, the door opened, and a young man in a disheveled suit stumbled out, straightening his clothes and avoiding looking at Brenda and Pippa while he rushed out.

Inside the stall, an Indian woman in her 40s sat on the seat, her naked legs still spread out with her feet against the walls and her dress pulled down to reveal her tits.

"Uh, hello Brenda, Lady Hill..." Josephine Patel said to the two of them. "How's the charity drive going?"

"We're about to light the tree," Brenda told her. "Please do join us if it isn't too much trouble." She told her before walking off.

The door closed and Pippa watched Brenda leave before turning to her friend and personal assistant. She leaned against the door to the stall while Ms. Patel got dressed. "So, when I said we were going to pop over to America to take care of some family business, did you immediately start prowling for lads that could plow you or did you wait until we landed?" Pippa grinned.

"I only met him a few minutes ago..." Ms. Patel said, pulling her panties up.

"Uh huh...what's his name?"

"I...don't know, Lady Hill..."

Ms. Patel pulled her dress up before grabbing her purse and leaving the stall. She walked to the mirror to straighten up and Pippa stood behind her with her hands on her shoulders.

"I don't think Brenda's gonna stay mad, love," Pippa said. "It's Christmas, and even she understands a girl's gotta get worked on every once in a while, yeah?"

Ms. Patel smiled as she washed her hands and Pippa rested her chin on her shoulder.

"Was his dick big?"

Ms. Patel made a distance between her hands and Pippa gasped and laughed, which caused Ms. Patel to laugh in turn.

"Well, I have some good news," Pippa said.

"What's that?"

"I convinced Brenda to take me crime fighting tonight, so you have the night off to get plowed in as many bathrooms as you please, my love."

"You are a saint among saints, Lady Hill," Ms. Patel smiled.

Pippa stepped back and slapped her on the ass, causing her to jump in surprise. "Come on, let's go watch them light the tree."

(Author's note: Pippa Hill is the British heroine Union Jane and Ms. Patel is her best friend, personal assistant, and partner. They both appear in my story American Made (Delta City Villains #4))

***

The two of them left the bathroom and walked onto the first floor of Delta City's Neptune Mall to find it in chaos. There, in the shadow of a Christmas tree that stretched up the mall's five floors, men, women, and children ran in a panic, many of them being chased by little greenish-brown men with clawed feet and pointy ears.

Pippa and Ms. Patel stood in stunned silence as the little men chased people, bit them, and tore at the Christmas presents surrounding the tree that were meant for the city's needy children. Some climbed the tree, tearing down the lights and smashing the ornaments on the floor.

Some of the little monsters were pushing the women in the crowd down, tearing away their clothes and the underwear beneath, laughing manically as engorged cocks swelled between their skinny legs. They were so shocked by the twisted, strange scene in front of them, that they didn't see Brenda storming toward them until she grabbed their arms and pulled them back to the bathroom.

"You brought your costume, right?" Brenda said to Pippa.

"What the bloody hell are those things?!" She asked, looking back over her shoulder.

"Christmas Gremlins. I have to deal with this every year!" Brenda groaned. "Your costume, where is it?"

Ms. Patel went into her purse and pulled out her cell phone. She pressed a few buttons before putting it back. "On its way, Lady Hill."

They went back into the bathroom and Brenda tossed her own, noticeably large, handbag on the sink counter and undid her blouse. Her bra barely contained her milky white 38Gs, and soon that came off too. "Every. Year. With these damn things!" she said through clenched teeth. She slid off her skirt, heels, and panties and then retrieved her Ms. Americana costume from her bag.

"Well, where do they come from?" Pippa asked.

"I don't know," Brenda told her while getting into costume.

"It's likely a parallel dimension," Ms. Patel said. "The Earth is surrounded by them and the fabric that separates them is especially thin in some places, here for instance, also Star City and back home in Queensborough. That's why those places have so many monsters and magic users are so strong in them," she explained. "It makes crossing over easy if you know what you're doing." She went into her own purse and retrieved her weapons, a pair of collapsible metal kali sticks that extended when she flicked them out.

"How do you know that?" Brenda asked.

"From my days working at the RBPE," she shrugged. "I worked a few supernatural cases."

(Another author's note: In her younger days, Ms. Patel was a field agent for the RBPE - Royal Bureau of Paranormal Events. A British government agency that deals in the paranormal, superhuman, and supernatural.)

Brenda put on her tiara and her power belt. "Get your costume on," she told Pippa.

Before Pippa could say anything, a drone flew into the bathroom carrying a small box. It dropped the box on the floor in front of Pippa and then flew away. Pippa opened the box to her own costume, a bikini in the colors of the Union Flag with a matching mask, boots, and gloves. Pippa stripped out of her clothes and got into costume, and Union Jane stood at the ready.

Ms. Patel took off her feels and took a pair of running shoes out of her purse and slipped them on. They stood in stark contrast to her dress with the plunging neckline.

"Shall we, ladies?"

***

"Gah! It's that super cow!" One of the gremlins squealed before a glove in a red fist smashed into his face and sent him flying. Before long, the gremlins were the ones on the run as the three heroines charged them and begin tearing through ranks, sending their little bodies flying in every direction.

The Gremlins' short-lived reign of terror turned into a rout, as they began fleeing when one of the three heroines even got close. Jane and Americana went in opposite directions to round up as many of the ugly little critters as they could while Ms. Patel chased one that was fleeing with a present. She flipped one of her sticks and threw it, watching it spiral end over end before nailing the gremlin in the head and sending him skidding across the mall floor. The stick bounced back and she caught it without breaking her pace before she slid to stop and kicked the gremlin over so that it was on its back.

"Eh...mercy?" the gremlin grinned, looking up at her.

"Where's your leader? Packs of vermin like you don't act without a leader," she said, putting the tip of her weapon to the gremlin's chin.

The gremlin couldn't answer. He was too busy staring up her dress at the sight of the camel toe pressing against the inside of her lace panties, a sight that made his cock swell and a grin cross his face.

"Can we have some fun first? I've never done it with an old human," the gremlin said.

"I am not old! I'm 44, you twat!" Ms. Patel growled and hit gremlin, causing him to groan and hold his face.

The gremlin rolled around under her and then paused when he saw a shadow looming over them. "Oh...hey boss. There you are. This old lady with the funny voice was asking about you."

"You little..." Ms. Patel growled before feeling a presence behind her. She turned around and dropped her sticks as her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. "Shit...you're real?!"

She didn't get an answer. Instead, Ms. Patel suddenly found herself enveloped in darkness.

***

Not far away, Union Jane was piling up gremlin bodies, knocking them out with punches and kicks and throwing them into whatever was close. She had lost sight of Americana in the chaos until she looked up and saw the Queen of Justice on the second level knocking aside perfume bottles when gremlins threw them at her.

"That's a waste..." Union Jane uttered before looking around. "Now where did Jo disappear to?" She raised her hands to her mouth. "Jo, my love! Where have you gone?"

"She's here," a deep voice growled.

Jane spun on her heel and squealed when she too was enveloped in darkness.

***

Ms. Americana caught a perfume bottle and hurled it back at the gremlin who threw it at her. When he was caught by surprised, she ran forward and punted him into the small group behind them, knocking them all over like bowling pins.

"Every year!" she sighed. She then turned and looked down to check on Jane and Ms. Patel, but what she saw made her gasp.

On the floor, near the tree was an 8 foot tall creature that resembled a goat walking on two legs. Its black horns stretched upward and curved back, and it carried a massive basket on its muscular back. Americana saw a shapely white leg in a blue boot disappear into the basket as the goat-man bleated at her and fled, its yellow eyes glowing.

"Hey!" Ms. Americana yelled and prepared to chase, only to feel seemingly dozens of tiny hands grabbing at her body all at once. When she looked back, the gremlins she was fighting piled on top of her. Their extra weight pushed her forward and Americana screamed as they all fell from the balcony and onto the floor blow.

The Queen of Justice's head bounced off the floor, causing her vision to swim, and her curvy body absorbed most of the impact, leaving the Gremlins unharmed.

She lay sprawled on the floor as the gremlins got back up and began laughing when they realized what happened. When Americana got to her hands and knees and held her head, one of the gremlins jumped on her back and forced her back down. The rest then worked together to roll the dazed heroine's nubile body over, and one mounted her chest its thick cock standing at attention inches from her face. Others grabbed her legs and pulled them apart while a second gremlin positioned himself between her thick legs.

"No! Stop this!" Americana demanded, her vision still blurry. But she couldn't stop them. The two gremlins penetrated her body at the same time, with one cock going down her throat and the other into her snatch. The little monsters began laughing as they pumped in and out of their conquest, causing her to moan as her body bucked with their movements. 

While the gremlins worked her body, Americana felt something wrapping around both her wrists. She looked up and saw two of the gremlins tying her up in Christmas lights, and once her arms were secure, they dragged her toward the tree, threw the lights in, and pulled until she was suspended from it by her arms.

Even with all of that, the two gremlins who had been fucking her never let go. Their grubby little clawed hands dug into her tender flesh, and their swollen cocks continued thrusting into her mouth and snatch at the same time. More of the gremlins climbed the tree, eyeing the bound, helpless heroine with lustful intent in their eyes while others continued terrorizing the mall. The goat-man was nowhere to be seen, and most of the people had run off too. Ms. Americana was alone with these little monsters.

While one fucked her face and another fucked her in the pussy, the other gremlins in the tree climbed all over the bound heroine, pawing at and teasing her vulnerable flesh. She felt tongues taking their time to savor her skin. She felt tiny teeth nipping at her body. She felt hands all over her tits, stomach, thighs, and ass. All of it sent pangs of pleasure throughout her, but she couldn't cry out, only let out a muffled moan around the cock being stuffed down her throat.

The heroine gagged and moaned. Her busty body bucked with their movements. The gremlins cackled and taunted their captive as they continued fucking her. Americana could feel her muscles tense, her body turning against her as she tried to fight down the mounting pleasure of double penetration while having her body teased all over.

Her thigh quivered and the gremlin in her pussy paused, looked, and laughed before pounding her harder. The gremlin on her face pushed himself in deeper, harder, faster, laughing when she gagged.

Americana pulled at the string of lights keeping her in place, her quickly draining strength unable to break them as mounting pleasure filled her mind. The next few moments passed in a broken montage until she couldn't take it anymore. Her juices erupted from between her legs, running down her thighs and onto the floor below. The gremlin in her mouth pulled out, allowing her to scream. The gremlin covered her face in his cum before her head slumped over and she gasped for air, all the strength robbed from her body.

Her body heaved and trembled with the gremlins still latched onto her. One of them muttered something and, before long, the lights holding her wrists came loose and she fell to the floor.

Americana hit the floor, rolled over, and lay stretched out in a cum-covered daze, surrounded by the gremlins after they climbed down. They looked around at their unconscious allies and one of them rubbed his clammy hands together. "Wake the others up, let them all take turns."

"No..." Americana whispered, her body weak.

The gremlins laughed and went to get the others when a deafening crack filled the air followed by a powerful burst of light. The gremlins all screamed at once before the sound suddenly died out.

Ms. Americana groaned and sat up. When she looked around, she was alone in the mall, surrounded by piles of ash where the gremlins had been and flickering, dying bolts of electricity. The Queen of Justice blinked and looked to her left, where she saw a tall, slim woman with pale blue skin and dark hair holding a gremlin by his throat. Her eyes glowed white and her body was hugged by a low-cut black dress. She wore black platform boots with silver buckles on her feet.

"I'm gonna ask you one time: Where's Krampus?" the woman asked.

"He...he's at the auction...at the Laughing Skull!" The gremlin quickly spat out while struggling to get free.

"Good boy," The woman smiled. Like the rest of her outfit, her lipstick was black. She uttered a word and a fiery portal opened in the floor in front of her.

"Wait!" the gremlin looked at the portal. "No! Don't! You can't!"

The woman threw the gremlin in the air, above the portal, and a serpent-like creature with a mouth full of razors snapped out, caught the screaming gremlin, and slipped back into the portal before it closed.

Americana watched the whole ordeal in stunned silence as the woman in black approached her. She knelt down in front of Americana, looked her over, and then held out a hand.

"Hello. I'm Vexx."

"M...Ms. Americana," the heroine shook her hand.

"A pleasure. I took care of your gremlin problem. I imagine you'll want your friends back, yes?"

Americana nodded.

"Right-o," Vexx stood up to walk away. She then turned back to the heroine. "You coming?"

II

"So, I'm here hunting a Yule Devil named Krampus," Vexx explained to Americana as they walked down an alley somewhere in an isolated, quiet part of downtown Delta City. "He kidnaps and feeds on children during the winter solstice, but it looks like he's gotten an appetite for adults."

Americana looked around and then back at Vexx. "That gremlin said something about an auction."

"Mhmm, it sometimes happens in these places. Humans get sold off for a number of things: as pets, as food, for their organs, slavery," she rattled off her list. When they reached an unremarkable metal door, Vexx drew a symbol with her finger that glowed bright red once she finished. There was a light that flashed and filled the alley before quickly dying out. When it was gone, the door was replaced by a heavy wooden door and Vexx knocked.  

"Beings touched by magic hide out in the human world in places like this, where..."

"The fabric between our world and theirs is thin," Americana finished.

"That's right! Someone gets a gold star!" Vexx laughed.

The door opened and Americana gasped, jumped back, and put her fists up as a massive man with red skin and horns on his head stepped out and looked down at them. When he sneered, the fangs in his mouth shifted.

"What is that?" Ms. Americana asked.

"You act like you've never seen a troll before," Vexx told her. "It's cool. The ape's with me," Vexx told the massive bouncer.

The troll grunted and moved to one side.

Americana tried walking through the door, but Vexx stopped her with a hand to her chest. "Now...not many free humans walk around in places like this, so just follow my lead, okay?"

"Free human? What are you, exactly?"

"I'm a demon, silly," Vexx told her, pressing the tip of her finger against Americana's nose.

"...What?" Americana stepped back.

"It's fine, come on," Vexx told her before grabbing her arm and pulling her along.

The room inside was a lounge area, with a bar against the far wall and tables spread about the floor. A Christmas tree sat in the corner, decorated in ornaments with an angel at the top. Every eye in the place turned to the newcomers and in turn, Americana spied a crowd of trolls, demons, gremlins, goblins, elves, and many types of magical creatures she couldn't identify. They were all sitting around, drinking, laughing, and sharing stories as Christmas music wafted out of cracked speakers somewhere.

"This place is the Laughing Skull. Not the only place like it in Delta City, but it's Krampus' favorite," Vexx told her as they approached the bar and she sat on a tool.

Americana looked around, still in disbelief at what she was seeing. When her eyes met the dozen eyes of a hunchback creature with a snout, the creature licked his lips while eyeing the heroine. His companion, a creature that could best be described as a human-sized ant, looked up from the playing cards in front of it and shook its head at Americana before going back to its game.

"Hey," Vexx put a hand on Americana's shoulders. "Sit down. You're acting like a tourist."

Americana sat on the stool next to Vexx and tried not to stare at the scene around her.

"Just relax. Krampus obviously isn't here yet, but he will be."

Americana looked up when the bartender approached them. She looked like a young, blonde human woman except with a pair of translucent wings on her back. She was small in size and wore a Santa hat on her head.

"Hey Nutmeg," Vexx waved. "Two Witch's Brews."

The bartender smiled, nodded, and went to make the drinks.

"Nutmeg?" Americana blinked, watching the woman.

Vexx shrugged. "It's a pretty common name among fairies. I dunno."

"I thought fairies fit in the palm of your hands..." Americana said.

"No, you're thinking of pixies. Common mistake," Vexx corrected her.

American shrugged and drummed her hands against the countertop. "I have to say, I thought I'd finally have one year with a peaceful Christmas and then those damn gremlins showed up, again."

"Oh, those guys at the mall? They're like...ugh, how do I describe it the way a human would understand? Okay, you know how bullies often have people that they intimidate into following them? That's what those gremlins were. Whenever a demon, or an evil spirit, or anything else wants to stir up some trouble and needs henchman for cannon fodder, they force those gremlins to do it, because they're cowards and they bow before anyone stronger than them. Just like the gangs you girls are always beating up."

"Oh...that makes sense."

"Hey, let me ask, so like...you Aphrodites, do you just think about sex all the time, or what?"

Americana stared at Vexx.

"Come on. I've been around for a while and every Aphrodite I ask that question always gives me that same look."

Nutmeg returned with their drinks, glowing blue cocktails with a sweet scent. Americana took one and sniffed it before taking a small sip. "Oh that's not bad..."

Vexx grinned and took the other one. "Seriously, though, you're basically horny all the time, right? How do you keep that in check?"

"A lot of willpower..." Americana told her while drinking some of her Witch's Brew.

"And when that doesn't work, just find a couple of horny little gremlins, right?"

Americana glared at the demon and took another drink. "I wonder if Hexanna knows about this place?"

"Who's that?" Vexx asked before drinking.

"A friend," Americana replied before looking over her shoulder. "This Krampus...tell me about him."

Vexx shrugged. "He's not a major threat or anything, but he's dangerous enough. He mostly terrorizes western Europe, but he shows up here sometimes too, obviously."

"Why are you after him?"

"Demon business. Not really something you need to worry yourself with," Vexx told her.

"Right..." Americana said before taking another long drink of her Witch's Brew. She licked her lips and set the glass down. "Okay, I take it back, that is good." She swayed on her seat and grabbed the bar in front of her. "Woo, strong too. What's in it?"

"Vodka, blue dye, and extract from a plant called the Midnight's Maiden. You can't find it on Earth."

Americana shook her head and had to force herself to stay upright while Vexx drank and watched her.

"Wh...what's the Midnight Maiden do?" Americana asked.

"To humans? Knocks them out for a while."

Americana gasped and pitched forward but caught herself. She then turned to Vexx, who had a massive smirk on her face as she finished her drink. She then put it down and looked forward. "Let me have another, Meg," she said to Nutmeg.

"Yo...you drugged me...?!" Americana slurred and moved toward Vexx.

"Whoa now!" Vexx slipped to the side of a very clumsy, very slow punch before the Queen of Justice toppled from her seat and hit the floor of the bar with a thud. She lay there face-first, unmoving.

"Hmm..." Vexx scratched her chin. She then nudged the unconscious heroine with her boot and got no response. Nutmeg returned with her second drink and Vexx turned to the fairy, smiled and took her glass.

Nutmeg leaned over the bar and looked at the unconscious heroine. "Hey, Vexx...uh...you gonna eat that?"

"Fuck off, Meg, I need her for work," Vexx told her. "Besides, you know I'm a vegetarian," she said before downing her drink.

III

"All right ladies and gents, this next lot is something super special!"

Ms. Americana opened her eyes to find herself on a stage. When she looked directly in front of her, she saw a small crowd of monsters in chairs, all watching her. She looked to her side, and Union Jane and Ms. Patel were next to her, suspended by their wrists with gags in their mouths. It was then that Americana realized she was in the same state, and the bonds around her wrists were strong enough that she had no chance of breaking them.

Her eyes filled with fury when she looked ahead and saw Vexx standing in front of her with a microphone in her hand and addressing the crowd.

"What we have here are two of Earth's superheroines," Vexx smiled and turned to the three women. "And Aphrodites no less! Now, I'm sure everyone in this room knows about the Aphrodites. Some of you have probably fought some, hell, some of you have probably fucked some, right? I'm looking at you, Darkheart," she winked.

In the crowd, a towering, horned demon with leathery wings winked and gave Vexx finger guns.

Vexx laughed and turned to her captives. "Now...I actually don't know what the deal with this third human is..." she stopped in front of Ms. Patel. "I guess she's a sidekick or something? I dunno, she's kind of old for a human."

Ms. Patel screamed furious curses into her gag.

"But, she's part of the lot so you have to take her. She looks like she's in good shape, at least," Vexx said, grabbing one of Ms. Patel's tits and squeezing. She then grabbed the woman's pussy, causing her to squeal. Veil pushed two of her fingers inside Ms. Patel, making her squeal and squirm while she moved around inside of her. She tormented the woman like this for several seconds before taking her fingers out and licking them.

"Still fresh, though!" Vexx told the gathered monsters. "All righty, let's start the bidding at 5,000 tyrant's coins. 5,000! That's two for the Aphrodites, one for the old one!"

"5000," a spectral voice called out.

Vexx peered into the crowd and pointed. "Ahhh...the Ghost of Suffering. I didn't realize you were here. 5000! Do I hear 6?"

"6,000."

"That's six to the Phantom of Hollow Peak. Can I get 7?"

"9,000."

"Oooooh, is that you SteelBelly? Looks like the Skullcracker Orcs are coming out to play. How about it, folks? If no one beats SteelBelly's bid, these ladies become brood mothers for a clan of orcs." Vexx explained.

Jane screamed into her gag and shook her head frantically, trying to break free.

"10,000," a woman with a deep voice spoke.

"Ooooh, Gryla. There's my girl," Vexx said, looking at a large, horned, muscular woman with skin the color of stone. "10,000 to the giantess. Can anyone do better?"

"12," SteelBelly raised his hand.

"Damn your hide, Greenskin!" Gryla spat. "15!"

"The Skullcrackers won't be beaten by some aged mountain whore! 17!" SteelBelly roared.

"I will break you and everyone of those cowards you call kin, especially your chieftain!" Gryla growled. "20!"

The crowd gasped and SteelBelly muttered something, folding his thick arms.

"Ooooh, 20. Once, twice, sold to the Giantess!" Vexx said.

Gryla smirked and spit in SteelBelly's direction. The dejected Orc simply got up and stormed out.

Vexx turned and approached the heroines. "Capitalism might be the best thing you apes ever invented," she said, slapping Americana lightly on the cheek before leaving the stage.

***

The backstage area of the auction was quiet, and Vexx sat on top of a crate with her long legs crossed as she tapped her fingers on top of her knee and sighed. She looked at her three captives, still bound and gagged, and they all looked at her with furious expressions.

"I'm bored," Vexx said, snapping her fingers. "Talk to me."

When she snapped their gags all fell out and the three woman looked at each other with confused expressions. They launched a series of furious tirades, with Ms. Patel yelling what sounded like curses in Hindi while Jane called Vexx every name under the sun. Americana, meanwhile, promised that Vexx was going to get dealt with once she was free. The demon sorceress sighed and looked at the black paint on her fingernails before she turned to the women.

"I can't answer any of your questions if you all yell at me at once," she told them. "One at a time, please. You first," she pointed to Americana.

Americana took a deep breath, her tits heaving. "Why are you doing this?"

"For money," Vexx answered. "You would not believe how quickly black clothes fade in laundry."

"Oh, you'll want to hang dry them instead of using a dryer, love," Union Jane said.

"Pippa!" Americana chastised.

"Sorry..."

"Huh..." Vexx said. "All right, next question. Old lady," she pointed to Ms. Patel.

"I am not..." Ms. Patel then stopped herself and took a deep breath. "You're working with Krampus?"

"Mmhmm...we put our prizes together. I convinced him we'd get a bigger pot that way," she explained. "Your turn," she said to Jane.

"I love your boots. Where did you get them?"

"Really, Lady Hill?" Ms. Patel said. Pippa only shrugged in response.

Vexx leaned back in her seat and stretched her legs before smiling. "You know, I don't remember. I've had them for so long..."

Just then, the door opened and Vexx sat upright and looked. "Ah, here we are." She got down from the crate she was sitting on and turned to the three. "Don't worry ladies, this is almost over."

Krampus and Gryla walked onto the backstage area. The demon and the giantess looked pleased with themselves as they eyed the captive heroines. Gryla carried a large sack on her broad shoulder, and the contents seemed to be moving around when she put it down on the floor between herself and Vexx.

"What is that?" Vexx asked, pointing to the sack.

"A dozen human children, for Christmas dinner," Gryla grinned. She kicked the sack and the squirming stopped. "Krampus' little gremlin goons rounded them up for me."

"Huh..." Vexx said before shrugging. "All right, well, let's get this on the road."

"Yes, lets," Krampus said, stroking his beard. "Shows us the coins, giantess."

Gryla lifted a satchel that she had in her other hand and opened it. Its contents, several hundred bright gold coins, gleamed, even in the dim lighting. She then closed the bag and dropped it, kicking it to Vexx. "There. You and the demon witch have your money. Now, give me my livestock," she said to Krampus and nodded to the heroines. "They'll be gifts to my 72 sons. You can never have too many grandchildren."

Jane swallowed a lump in her throat. "D...did she say 72?"

Krampus snatched up the money and held it close to his chest. "Release them, witch, and let's bet on our way."

"One more thing," Vexx said before flicking her wrist. A small, black rectangle appeared in her palm and flipped open, showing her grinning picture and a strange looking silver badge. "I'm with Sentinel. You two are under arrest for trafficking in humans," she said with a grin that matched her picture.

(Yet another Author's Note: Sentinel is the nickname of the Supernatural, Non-native and Terrestrial Neo-Lifeforms Agency. SNTNL. It's a US government office that protects humanity from supernatural and superhuman threats.)

Americana and Ms. Patel both gasped, having heard the name before.

Krampus and Gryla's expressions dropped and Krampus clutched the bag to his chest. Vexx chanted a quick spell and bonds appeared in mid-air and wrapped around the Yule Devil, pinning his arms to his body and preventing him from moving. Gryla turned and ran for the door, leaving her sack behind. Vexx cursed and turned to the heroines. With a snap of her fingers, their bonds came undone and they were free. "Don't go anywhere!" Vexx said before she took off after Gryla

Gryla barged through the door shoulder first and into the auction room, where some of the creatures were still gathered, chatting and laughing until they heard the noise.

"Run!" Gryla shouted. "This bitch is a cop! Sentinel's here!!!"

The monsters all broke into a panic and began running for the exits. Gryla nearly made it to until her entire body seized up and she fell to the floor. A red energy field surrounded her and Vexx stood over her with her hands on her hips. "Oh, Gryla..." she sighed. "You can't outrun a stasis spell. Come on. Play ball with me and your sons will at least get to come see you."

"Any chance for a little mercy during the season of hope?" Gryla asked.

"Gryla, stop that," Vexx chastised. "You eat children!"

"Had to try..."

Vexx shook her head and sighed.

***

When Vexx returned to the backstage area with her prisoner in tow, she paused and marveled at the scene in front of her. Krampus had somehow broken free of her binding spell and there were three of him now.

Union Jane and Ms. Americana were busy wrestling with a Krampus each, and the third one had Ms. Patel over his knee, her shapely brown ass turned red by a strap that the Yule Devil had in his hand. Ms. Patel squealed with each hit and tried to get away. Krampus grabbed a fistful of her thick, dark hair and pulled her head back, striking her ass harder and laughing.

One of the other two Yule devils pinned Americana to the floor, holding her wrists above her head as his tongue snaked out of his mouth and began lapping up her vulnerable flesh. Americana wiggled and writhed under him, trying to get free, but Krampus was too strong.

Union Jane hadn't fared any better. Her Krampus managed to get her wrapped up in some of the curtains that were hanging in the backstage are, her arms immobilized and her shapely legs spread and at Krampus' mercy. The Yule devil bleated as he stuck two fingers in her open snatch, causing the heroines to moan and beg.

"I'm gone for two minutes!" Vexx groaned and looked at Gryla. "All right, I'm sending you to holding." With a wave of her hand, Gryla vanished into a portal. Vexx then looked at the squirming sack of children. "All right, kids, Sentinel will get you back to your parents." Another portal appeared and swallowed the bag full of children before Vexx looked at the pitiful scene in front of her as she thought about how to deal with Krampuses.

"Okay, two of these Devils are only shades...so which one is the real Krampus?"

"They're all shades. I'm right here, you harlot," a voice behind her whispered.

Vexx squealed, jumped, and covered her mouth. She spun around to find Krampus standing behind her. The demon held a large bell in his hand and swung it at her, but she quickly conjured a shield and the bell bounced back on impact. Another spell, a blast of energy, sent Krampus flying back and gave Vexx some space.

"Damned witch!" Krampus growled, patting his singed chest hairs. He prepared to go on the attack again when he noticed Vexx's eyes flash white. A pair of horns then poked out from under her black hair, before growing two feet in length as the demon sorceress began chanting a spell and a chill filled the air. Krampus looked down to see a glowing symbol under his hooves.

"Wh...what is this?" the Yule Devil asked.

"I don't have time to fuck around," Vexx said. "My boss wants this case wrapped up if I'm to get a bonus this year."

The wind picked up and the building began to shake. The trembling became so violent that the three shades of Krampus stopped assaulting their busty victims and began looking around with worry.

Vexx hovered a few feet above the ground, chanting arcane words while the symbols beneath Krampus flared. The Yule Devil then cursed and jumped back as the ground cracked and split open, and a clawed leg emerged, followed by several others until four identical legs pulled a misshapen horror up from the depths. So large was the creature that when it pulled its entire body out of the pit, its head went through the roof of the building, causing chunks of it to collapse.

With a word from Vexx, Americana, Union Jane, and Ms. Patel vanished as rubble smashed Krampus' shades, destroying them. They all reappeared together a few feet away and watched as Krampus stood in the monster's shadow. Vexx floated down next to them.

"What in God's name is that thing?!" Ms. Patel gasped in horror.

"That's Skerith, the Chaosgazer," Vexx smiled. "I summoned him to take care of our little Krampus problem."

"It's a bit of overkill, don't you think?" Jane said to her.

"Don't worry, he's under my full control," Vexx told them. "He just has to capture Krampus for me and then we can all go home."

Krampus battled against the creature, dodging its legs and thrashing tendrils that emerged from its body and struck at it. The building around them suffered the damage, with Skerith roaring and striking at the Yule Devil. When Krampus would retaliate with fireballs and blasts of energy, they all bounced off of the summoned horror with no effect.

"Come on, Skerith! Stop playing with him!" Vexx ordered.

"Damn your hide, witch!" Krampus screamed, desparately trying to fight back. "You have no idea what kind of horror Skerith is capable of, do you?!" He dodged another tendril strike and turned to Vexx. "A monster like this cannot be so easily leashed!"

"You should probably worry about yourself, friendo. Skerith's angry."

"Because he's being ordered around by a lesser lifeform, you little fool!" Krampus growled. "One does not toy with powers like this! Your arrogance is going to be this city's undoing!"

Before Vexx could say anything, one of Skerith's tendrils lashed out and grabbed Krampus by his neck. More of them then seized his arms and legs, completely immobilizing him.

"No! Nooo!" Krampus screamed as Skerith pulled him toward his waiting maw of razor teeth.

"Wait! Skerith! Don't eat him!!" Vexx shouted.

But it was too late. Before long, Krampus disappeared, screaming and cursing Vexx's ancestors, as he was devoured by Skerith.

"Oh...that isn't good..." Vexx whispered.

Skerith roared, a horrible sound that actually caused the four women pain because of its volume, and then set its many eyes on them.

"Ummm...why is it looking at us like that?" Ms. Patel asked.

"P...perhaps it's waiting on her to give an order?" Union Jane said, pointing to Vexx.

Vexx laughed nervously and then looked at the others. "Okay, don't be mad. But...I think I've lost control of him."

She faced fiery stares from all of them, and then Jane and Ms. Patel winced when the sound of Americana's open palm striking the side of Vexx's face echoed.

"Ooooooow! What the hell?!" Vexx whimpered, holding her face.

"That was for drugging me," Americana said, poking her in the chest. "This one..." she slapped her again. "Is to knock some sense into you so you can tell us how to beat this thing."

"Stop fucking hitting me!" Vexx hissed. "And...I...I don't know..."

"What?!" Americana, Jane, and Ms. Patel all said at once.

"When you summon a creature, it goes away once it fulfills the task you brought it out for."

"Unless you lose control..." Ms. Patel inferred.

"Sooo....you guys keep him distracted while I think of something?" Vexx grinned.

Americana growled and made a fist. Before she could say anything, one of Skerith's tendrils grabbed Vexx by her waist and yanked her screaming into the air. The three heroines tried to run, but they were all quickly snatched into the air too, and pulled up when Skerith climbed out of the building and onto the roof. The monster then climbed across the downtown rooftops with its prey in its clutches before tossing them all down onto the same roof in a rough pile.

One by one, the four of them got back to their feet. Vexx turned away from the heroines and looked at Skerith.

"Skerith! Stop this right now!" she demanded, stomping her foot.

"Brenda..." Union Jane whispered, jabbing Americana in the ribs with her elbow.

"What?"

"Do you think that horrid creature would go away if we fed the witch to it?"

Brenda blinked and looked at her. "You can't be serious..."

"It's not a terrible idea..." Ms. Patel said.

"Thank you, love," Union Jane smiled.

"We are not feeding her to the monster!" Ms. Americana said.

"Why not?" Jane asked.

"Because it's wrong!" Americana groaned.

"Brenda, love, if that thing rampages across the city..." 

"We will figure something else out, Pippa. I am not sacrificing that...woman to the creature."

"Well, perhaps you could just..." Union Jane made a circle with her finger. "Turn and look that way while I...ow! Ow ow ow ow!!" She fell to one knee when Americana grabbed her index finger and bent it back.

"Drop the issue, Pippa. Now," Americana growled.

"Okay, okay..." Union Jane then stood when Americana let her finger go. She shook her aching hand. "It was a thought..."

Americana pinched the bridge of her nose. "There has to be something we can do." She then looked up. "Where's Ms. Patel?"

The two busty heroines turned to find her stalking quietly toward Vexx, whose back was turned to them as she continued confronting Skerith.

"I mean it, Skerith...you don't want me to..." Vexx turned and saw Ms. Patel. "Oh...what do you want, old lady? Gah!" Vexx gasped and collapsed to the floor when Ms. Patel struck her in the neck with a well placed chop.

"The witch is all yours, monster," Ms. Patel said, stepping back and away from the paralyzed demoness.

Skerith loomed over Vexx, looking at her with his many eyes. His tendrils then snaked down, grabbing her by the arms and legs and lifting her up. Americana and Union Jane rushed to Ms. Patel's sides.

"What have you done...?" Americana asked, watching the scene unfold.

"Saved your city. You'll thank me later."

As Skerith lifted Vexx in the air, feeling returned to her body and she struggled against the creature's grip. "Skerith! Unhand me right now!" she screamed. She turned her furious gaze to Ms. Patel. "You old hag! How dare you?!"

Before the demoness could protest any more, one of the monster's tendrils slid between her legs, inserting itself into her vulnerable pussy. The others wrapped around her torso, cupping her tits while one snaked down her throat. Skerith began pumping Vexx, and she was helpless to do anything but gag and take the multiple penetrations, her lean body a plaything at the monster's mercy.

"H...he's not eating her..." Jane said.

"Well, let's not split hairs, Lady Hill..." Ms. Patel said.

"We have to do something," Americana added.

Skerith's eyes flared as it pulled its tendril out of Vexx's pussy. Her juices slicked her thighs and dripped onto the ground under her. The tendrils rearranged, with one wrapping around Vexx's neck while the others withdrew. Her dress was shredded, and her nipples on her pale tits were rock hard as Skerith lowered her down in front of the four heroines.

"What is happening...?" Jane questioned.

"This lesser lifeform is my vessel," a deep, monstrous voice came from Vexx's mouth. "I will subjugate this world and all who live in it, and I will start with you."

Americana and Jane looked at each other and then ran at Vexx, but before they got close, Skerith made her put her hands up and send out a pulse of energy that sent the two heroines flying back. The tendril then slid off of Vexx's neck and the witch approached the heroines. Her eyes glowed the same color as Skerith's as she raised her hands to prepare another spell.

"You are not worth my full efforts. My vessel will deal with you," Skerith said through Vexx before leaving to go deeper into the city.

Americana stood up, rubbing her plump tender ass. "Once. Just once. I would like a normal Christmas!"

"Sooo...feeding her to the monster was not a good idea..." Ms. Patel said.

"No, Josephine, it was not," Americana growled before charging at Vexx. Jane and Ms. Patel followed suit, intending to attack the demoness and overwhelm her.

The heroines fought hard, throwing punches and kicks and trying to attack Vexx from all angles, but she slipped past their attacks and struck at them in retaliation. When Americana came at her with a punch, Vexx grabbed her arm and swung her around, launching her into Ms. Patel and sending them both flying back. Vexx then grabbed Union Jane by her throat and lifted her up.

"Such tender flesh..." Skerith said, toying with Jane's pussy using Vexx's hand. "I should have come to this sword sooner." As he said that, Jane gasped at her pussy being penetrated by Vexx's hand. The busty Brit kicked and writhed and tried to break free, pounding her gloved fists against Vexx's naked chest. Vexx grinned and slammed Jane into the ground before mounting the heroine and squeezing her 40Ds.

Jane cried out and tried hitting Vexx, who only squeezed harder and leaned in, licking Jane's masked face and causing the heroine to squirm under her. Vexx's tongue then extended to unnatural lengths as she forced it down Jane's throat, causing the heroine to gag and choke while Vexx continued playing with her tits at the same time. She slid a leg between Jane's, forcing the heroine to part hers, and she slid her hand down the helpless Brit's body and went back to toying with her pussy, pushing two fingers in while using the third to play with her clit.

Jane let out a pained, muffled squeal and kicked her legs, but she couldn't do anything to get Vexx off of her, and with passing second she felt like her body was going to betray her. Vexx pulled back, her impossibly long tongue still filling Jane's throat, and she chuckled. "Delicious...I will make a meal of you yet," Skerith taunted.

Vexx's body then stiffened when Ms. Americana locked her in a chokehold and pulled her off of Jane.

"Give up!" The Queen of Justice demanded, squeezing tight. Vexx/Skerith only laughed at the command. Americana then gasped in shock as Vexx's skin began absorbing her arms, pulling her body into the demoness' body. She tried to pull back, tried to fight the strange attack off, but Vexx's pull only got stronger. When Americana kicked Vexx, her leg got stuck too.

"Let me go!" the heroine demanded.

A grin crossed Vexx's face as she absorbed Americana into her. Her form then shifted again, shrinking into a formless blob. Americana jumped back in surprise once her leg was free, but the blue blob that used to be Vexx forced its way up Americana's body, hugging her curves and moving around her torso. It then crawled up the heroines tits and forced its way into her mouth and down her throat.

Americana gagged and Jane and Ms. Patel stared at her in disbelief. Before long, Americana reached down and began fingering herself, thrusting her fingers in and out of her tight snatch, gasping for air and squealing out loud as she did.

Skerith rampaged across Delta City in the background. Buildings collapsed and burst into flame, distant screams filled the air, but Union Jane and Ms. Patel barely noticed. They could only stare as Ms. Americana played with herself in front of them.

"Brenda, love, this is hardly the time for a quick diddle!" Jane told her.

"The witch possessed her, Lady Hill," Ms. Patel explained.

Brenda's fingers were slick with her own juices as she pumped in and out of her pussy. She cupped a swollen tit with her other hand, massaging the flesh and pinching the nipple. She drew quick, shallow breaths as the voices coming from her mouth alternated between Skerith's guttural laughs and Brenda's pleas to be let go.

"What do we do?" Jane asked.

Ms. Patel strode over to Americana, her bare feet slapping against the cold rooftop under them. When she got close, the Queen of Justice looked up at her with big, wide, blue eyes and an agape jaw. She took long, deliberate thrusts with her fingers and her body shuddered as she brought her self closer to the brink. Ms. Patel watched her closely, keeping her eyes on Brenda's body language as she continued masturbating in front of her.

"Jo, what are you doing...?" Jane came up behind her friend, only to go quiet when Ms. Patel held up a hand.

"I have to time this right," Ms. Patel said. "Actually...yes, I need your help. When I tell you, I want you to punch her in the stomach, as hard as you can."

"What?!"

"Trust me, Lady Hill. You're far stronger than me. This will work."

"Jo..."

Brenda's cries, moans, and gasps grew louder. She slowed her pace with fingering herself and instead pushed her fingers in deeper, getting closer to orgasm. Her shoulders trembled, her legs quivered, her jaw went slack, her abdominal muscles tightened.

"Now, Lady Hill!" Ms. Patel shouted.

Without hesitation, Union Jane made a fist, pulled back, and let it fly. The blow landed square in the center of Americana's tight stomach, causing the possessed heroine to draw in a deep breath and began a violent coughing fit that caused her to double over.

After a few moments, she expelled the blue blob and it took Vexx's shape again, sprawled out on the rooftop and groaning in agony.

"Ooooow...." the demon witch said, rolling over. "That hurt!"

Ms. Americana held her stomach but forced herself onto her feet. "How did you know that would work?"

Ms. Patel shrugged. "I figured the shock at exact moment of orgasm would not only separate the two of you, but separate her mind from the monster's. Educated guess, really."

Americana nodded, holding her stomach as she limped to them. Her thighs were soaked with her juices and she had drool running down her jaw.  "Nice punch, Pippa."

"Aw, thanks, love," Pippa smiled with her hand on her chest.

Vexx sat up, holding her own stomach and wheezed lightly before she felt three shadows over her. She looked up and chuckled nervously. "Hey guys..."

The three of them surrounded her and glared down at her as the sounds of explosions and screaming in the distance continued.

"I will deal with you later," Americana said. "The fact that we have to go stop that monster is the only reason the three of us aren't kicking the living daylights out of you now."

"I accept that," Vexx said quickly. "Sorry about the whole drugging and selling you thing. I had to keep up the charade..."

"Call whoever you need to at Sentinel," Americana told her before turning away. "Come on, ladies."

The others followed Americana as she left the scene to go try and stop Skerith.

Vexx collapsed back onto the roof. "There goes my Christmas bonus..." she sighed as another explosion went off in the distance.

III

Some time later, Vexx held up her hand to block the light from a helicopter flying overhead. The wind kicked up by the blades tossed her dark hair about as she sat up and the vehicle landed a few dozen feet away.

Vexx stood and watched the door slide open and a petite blonde woman in a pink wool overcoat and running shoes stepped out and approached her with her hands in her pockets and a glare on her face.

"Ehehe...Director Fox...you're looking lovely tonight," Vexx said.

"Agent Vexx," Fox looked her up and down and then back at the rampaging monster. "What have you done?"

"Er, summoned a monster that was too powerful to control ma'am...my bad..."

Fox sighed and looked at her. "We got Gryla and the missing children. Where is Krampus?"

"In the monster's belly, ma'am..."

"Agent Vexx...."

"Ma'am....?"

"Do you want me to put you on the first bus back to Hell? Do you want to spend the next 1000 years scooping up hellhound shit?"  

"You wouldn't do that to one of your most powerful field agents, right ma'am?" She asked nervously.

Fox pinched the bridge of her nose and then rubbed. "This would've never happened with Delphi's old team..." she then looked up and pointed. "Go help them keep that thing busy. I need to get the Occult department out here to banish it." 

Another explosion and more screaming.

"You're doing all the paperwork on this one, Vexx..."

"Yes ma'am..."

Fox turned to walk back to the helicopter.

"Uh, ma'am," Vexx said. When she had the director's attention, she drew a symbol in the air and a wrapped present appeared in her hand. She held it out for Fox. "I had you for Secret Santa..."

Fox walked over and took the package, tearing open the top. Inside was a beige sweater. "Huh...is this Vicuna Wool?"

The demoness grinned and nodded. "Only the best for the best boss in the world."

Fox gave her a small smile and examined it closely. "Agent Vexx, this is a medium. I wear a small."

"God dammit...." Vexx muttered under her breath. "Okay, that's fine, I should be able to get another one. 

"Take care of your bigger mess first," Fox nodded toward the carnage in the distance.

"Yes, ma'am."

Just then, a massive, deafening explosion sounded and the ground trembled. Skerith's rampage continued as fires burned all over the city. A red streak flew overhead and slammed into the roof not far from Vexx and Fox.

When the dust settled, Omega Woman emerged, coughing and waving dust away. "Ow..." the busty blonde heroine groaned before taking off to rejoin the fight.

"Back to work, Agent," Fox ordered while climbing into the helicopter.

Vexx rushed to the edge of the roof to leave.

"Agent Vexx!" Director Fox called after her. When the demon witch turned around, Fox continued. "Put on a coat. You'll catch your death of cold," she said, pointing out her shredded dress. She then slammed the door shut and the helicopter lifted off.

Vexx watched her fly away and then scratched her brow. "I need a vacation..." she sighed before flying off to join the fight against the monster she summoned.

The End