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El Bastardo y La Bruja (Halloween Havoc no. 9)

by Sigma

(Author’s Note: Oh yes, Halloween Havoc is back. Same deal as last year. Two stories weekly for all of October, non-canon, no more than 10 pages. Spooky times ahead)

I – Delta City. One Year Ago.

“Ugh!”

A roar went up around the arena as El Bastardo, masked terror of the ring, went down following a massive body slam that caused the canvas of the ring to tremble. He lay there in a daze, his head spinning. A tall woman with a pair of thick, shapely brown legs stood over him.

Wolf Woman put her hands on his hips and a smirk crossed her full lips as she looked down at her opponent. “It looks like you’ve lost this one, mi amor,” she taunted.

El Bastardo couldn’t move. He could only groan and draw in shallow breaths. Wolf Woman then stood over him, planting her plump ass on his face. The referee went down next to him.

“1...2...3! Wolf Woman wins!”

Another thunderous cheer from the crowd.

Wolf Woman stood up and put her boot on his chest as the referee raised her hand in victory.

***

“El Bastardo thought he could challenge me in my own city, but I sent him packing. Delta City’s rings belong to Wolf Woman!” the heroine boasted in her post-match interview.

Sergio Costa sat in the locker room, growling and clutching his dark green mask in his hand when a knock came at the door. He looked up as it opened, fully expecting his opponent to waltz in and gloat some more. Instead, it was an attractive middle-aged woman in a suit, with glasses on her face and her dark haired tied back in a bun. She had a curvy shape, with brown cleavage peeking out from behind her white blouse. Her hips swayed as she walked and the wrestler caught himself staring as the woman approached.

“Quite the match, Senor Costa,” the woman said in a thick Mexican accent. “Not in your favor though, it would seem.”

“I’ll get that big-titted puta next time,” Sergio spat.

The woman smiled and sat next to him. She brushed her delicate fingers against his broad soldier, and Sergio straightened at her touch, feeling a strange energy about it.

“I can help you with that,” she said. A devious smile formed on her face as she put her arms around him.

II – Delta City. Present Day.

Wolf Woman sat on the floor of the locker room, one long leg stretched with the other folded in front of her. She leaned forward, touching the tips of her bare toes. She leaned in, bending her lithe body enough to press her forehead to her leg and only sat up when a knock came at the door before it opened.

The dark haired woman in the suit and glasses walked in and smiled.

“Hello,” Wolf Woman said, looking at her while switching legs.

“Hello, Wolf Woman. I’m Luna Valenzuela, the promoter of the match,” the woman introduced herself.

“Oh!” Wolf Woman said, jumping to her feet. Her healthy curves bounced as she went over and shook Luna’s hand. “I have to admit, I thought this was a prank when you first contacted me.” As Wolf Woman talked to her, she couldn’t help but notice a small tattoo, a moon-shaped symbol, just above Luna’s right breast.

Luna smiled and shook her head. “No prank, Wolf Woman. I was so impressed with your match last year that I knew I had to book something. It’s just been a matter of getting a hold of you when you aren’t busy saving the world.”

Wolf Woman smiled and went to grab her boots. “So where has Bastardo been hiding for the past year? I’m not hard to find.”

“I hear he’s been training,” Luna said before grabbing the remote to the TV. “Whatever he’s been doing, he’s ready.” She then turned the TV on to see El Bastardo giving an interview in the middle of the ring.

“…And let me tell you something,” Bastardo said, grabbing the microphone from the interviewer. “They should call her Cow Woman, not Wolf Woman, because she’s got nothing going on but those udders on her chest!”

Wolf Woman narrowed her eyes and clenched her fist.

“Don’t worry, though, because I’m gonna put on a show for all the fine fans here, tonight. Because after I pin that cow, she’ll be mine, udders and all. She’ll be crying out my name after this is over!”

Wolf Woman began lacing up her boots. “I guess I have to teach him another lesson.”

Luna simply watched the curvy heroine as she stood up and made her way to the door. Once Wolf Woman exited the locker room, Luna glanced at the TV, smirked as El Bastardo riled the crowd up, and then walked out.

***

Wolf Woman walked through the entryway and down the ramp. The crowd in the arena numbered in the thousands, and the heat from the house lights was already starting to make the heroine sweat. She eyed the ring, glaring at El Bastardo as he leaned forward on the ropes and watched her. He only stepped back when the busty brown heroine climbed onto the ring apron and leapt over the ropes.

Wolf Woman eyed him closely, realizing things were a bit different. His mask now that a horrid leering demon design on it, and Wolf Woman realized that Bastardo had put on some muscle in the past year. She could practically feel him radiating power as she began pacing the ring.

El Bastardo cracked his knuckles and watched her while lifting the microphone. “Here we are, a year later, chica.”

The referee handed Wolf Woman her own mic.

“Here we are. Ready to lose again?”

“Hehe, you lost the minute you took this match, little girl. You just don’t know it.”

“You won’t be such a big men when you’re flat on your back in daze, yet again,” Wolf Woman said.

“It’s gonna be me who has on your back, where you belong!” That got a rise out of the crowd. Bastardo smirked and beckoned her. “Come on, I have plenty of new tricks to show you.” He then tossed his mic aside.

Wolf Woman did the same. At that moment, the referee signaled, the bell rang, and the crowd cheered as the two wrestlers charged at each other.

They locked arms, and Bastardo had 3 inches of height over Wolf Woman but well over 100 pounds of weight. A year ago, she could still match him for strength, but this felt different. The Latina heroine was barely able to hold him back, and he grinned when he saw the realization form on her face.

He drove his knee up, hitting her in her tight stomach to make her grip weaken. He then grabbed her arm and whipped her into the ropes. When she bounced back, El Bastardo bent down, grabbed the heroine by her thick legs, and launched her over his head.

She hit the mat with a heavy thud that knocked the wind out of her and rolled over, holding her back. She got her knees and found Bastardo standing over her. He gripped a fistful of her brown hair and shoved her face into the crotch of his tights. The crowd roared with laughter as Wolf Woman tried to push away.

“A preview of what’s coming, eh?!” Bastardo said with a laugh.

Wolf Woman rolled back and jumped to her feet. Her back was already mending and she was ready to go on the attack. She ran at him and ducked under a clothesline attempt. She bounced off the ropes, came back, and launched into the air, hitting Bastardo hard with a flying punch that staggered the big man. She hit him two more times, pressing him against the rope. She then wrapped her arms around his shoulders, put the soles of her boots to his stomach, and fell back, flipping him over and onto the mat.

Wolf Woman rolled to her feet with momentum on her side now, and ran into the ropes again. She approached her still stunned opponent and flipped forward once she was close, but he rolled to the side at the last second. Wolf Woman groaned as she hit the mat with nothing to cushion her blow and lay there stunned. She then yelped when Bastardo seized an ankle, dragged the heroine to center of the ring, and lifted her up with one arm.

“Two for your mistake, Chica!” Bastardo taunted before punching the helpless heroine hard in her stomach. The crowd cheered and he gave her the second promised punch. Her body jolted from the blow, she felt pain throughout her entire body and instantly realized he was hitting her much harder then he had a year ago.

What the hell is happening?! Wolf Woman thought to herself just before he dropped her. Bastardo turned away, muscular arms outstretched as he basked in the noise of the audience. Wolf Woman got to one knee, holding her stinging abdomen and catching her breath. She looked ahead at the entryway and saw Luna Valenzuela standing with her arms folded and a smirk on her face. The heroine then looked back and stood up.

With Bastardo still turned around, Wolf Woman dropkicked him in the back and sent him running to the ropes. He turned and bounced back, and when he was close, Wolf Woman dropped back down and tripped him. With Bastardo on his stomach and Wolf Woman on his back, she put her arms around his head and put him in a cross face hold. She pulled his head back, making sure he was far from the ropes.

“Tap out!” Wolf Woman said through clenched teeth as Bastardo gripped her arm. 

El Bastardo growled and kicked his legs as Wolf Woman applied more pressure. The big man then dug his fingers into the canvas and dragged both himself and his opponent across the rings.

“No!” Wolf Woman cried out, trying to keep him in place, but Bastardo reached the ropes and held them and the referee made Wolf Woman break the hold. She got up and backed away and Bastardo pulled himself up. A smile crossed his face as he looked at Wolf Woman and wagged his finger at her.

She blinked when she thought she saw his eyes flash momentarily.

With a sudden burst of energy, El Bastardo charged at her with a clothesline. She ducked at the last second, but Bastardo stopped short, turned and grabbed her hair and pulled. He slammed her face first into the mat, making the ring shake and knocking the wind from her body. He then dragged her across the ring, lifted her, and put her through the top and middle ropes, hooking her arms in place and leaving her to hang as she tried to regain her strength.

El Bastardo then climbed onto the apron, waved to the fans, and gripped the heroine’s bikini top.

“What are do- Stop!” Wolf Woman yelled as Bastardo ripped the top off, exposing her meaty 40G tits. The crowd erupted loud enough to shake the walls. Wolf Woman didn’t have the energy to pull away, and Bastardo added injury to insult as he kicked her hard across her stomach. She cried out and Bastardo threw a second kick, this one going higher and nailing the stuck heroine right on the tits.

She slumped over, catching her breath and trying to ignore the stinging pain in her body. El Bastardo climbed back in the ring and pulled her free of the ropes. He pulled her by her hair and leaned in close.

“I told you, chica, you lost the minute you took this match,” he laughed before picking her up and holding her upside down as though to hit her with a body slam. Instead, he marched her to a corner and hooked her legs onto the top turnbuckle.

She hung uselessly as Bastardo dropped to his knees and begin playing with her vulnerable tits. He slapped them, he squeezed them, he pinched her nipples. With the urging of the crowd, the big luchador then sucked on her meaty globes, biting the sensitive flesh and making Wolf Woman cry out as the crowd continued cheering.

He went back and forth between them, savoring the sweetness of her skin and playing with the nipples that were erect despite herself.

“I think she’s enjoying it!” Bastardo taunted, pointing to her nipples. His own cock was rock hard against the inside of his tights, a sight Wolf Woman fixated on. Bastardo looked down at his crotch and then grinned.

“Oh don’t you worry. That’s coming,” he said before unhooking her legs and dropping her to the mat.

Wolf Woman dragged herself to the center of the ring, and as she did, Bastardo sat on top the turnbuckle and watched her.

Wolf Woman took a deep breath, calling up what strength she could, and got to her feet. She turned to her opponent, who laughed and stood up on the top rope.

“Not ready to give up yet? Attagirl. Let’s give the good people a show!” He motioned to the crowd before jumping off the top rope.

Wolf Woman timed her counter and leapt up, nailing him with a dropkick to his jaw as he came down. He hit the mat hard and Wolf Woman fell on top of him to attempt a pin.

“1...2…”

Bastardo kicked out and pushed her off of him. Wolf Woman was able to get right back on her feet while Bastardo staggered, still stunned from the blow to his chin. Wolf Woman’s tits heaved as she breathed deep. A smirk then crossed her face as she whipped herself into the ropes, ran at her opponent, jumped, and grabbed the top of his mask. She came down and slammed his face into the mat. She then picked him up, putting his immense bulk over her shoulders in a fireman’s carry before throwing him to one side and slamming him down again.

The crowd went wild as the busty Latina got up, gripping the top of his mask and pointing to the corner. She made Bastardo stand and marched him to the corner and sat him up top. She climbed the second turnbuckle, put his arm over her shoulder, and flexed her powerful legs.

“Maybe try again in another year,” she taunted him.

“You bitch…” Bastardo growled.

Wolf Woman then lifted him and fell back, and the two of them came crashing down in the center of the ring.

She got up on her hands and knees and El Bastardo lay in the center, an unmoving heap. The crowd’s cheering was deafening, Wolf Woman felt a surge of energy and she jumped up and pinned him again, hooking one of his legs.

The referee slid to the floor. “1...2…”

“No!” Wolf Woman screamed as El Bastardo kicked out and pushed her away again.

The big man sat up and got on one knee. A grin crossed his face as they both got up at the same time.

“Are you out of moves, chica?” Bastardo smirked.

Wolf Woman swallowed a lump in her throat but didn’t answer.

“Oh come on. Don’t give up now,” he said while reaching back and untying his mask.

“What are you doing?” Wolf Woman asked.

“You clearly haven’t lost a step, so it looks like I need to get serious.”

He removed his mask and dropped it on the floor. Wolf Woman looked at his face and was drawn to a symbol etched onto his forehead, a crescent moon-shaped symbol she had seen somewhere before. She then gasped and looked at the ring entrance and looked at Luna, who had the same symbol on her chest.

The woman walked down the ramp and to the side of the ring, but said nothing otherwise.

Wolf Woman cracked her knuckles and prepared to go on the attack, but Bastardo’s form began to shift. He grew twice in size, his muscles bulging and swelling to the point of shredding his ring outfit.

His skin took on a dark green, almost scaly appearance and a mess of sharp horns grew from his head like a crown. His eyes glowed red and his mouth was filled with razor fangs. A massive, swelled cock hung between his muscular legs.

“What the fuck…?” Wolf Woman stepped back, unable to take her eyes off of the horror. 

“When you beat me a year ago, I saw what real power was,” the transformed wrestler said. “I knew the only way I was going to get my revenge was to go beyond that.”

“And so you did this?!” Wolf Woman motioned, stepping back when he approached.

“And I would do it again. Now you’ll see true power!” he said, charging at her.

His speed was tremendous. Wolf Woman could barely do anything other than block when he ran into her. She flew back against the ropes and when she bounced back, El Bastardo gripped her face in his hands. She struggled and kicked, trying to break free, but he lifted her up and stretched her nubile body across his broad shoulders, straining her midsection. She cried out as this went on for several seconds and then groaned when he dropped her on the mat.

She tried crawling away, but felt a hand grab her hip and rip off her bikini bottoms. Bastardo then picked her up with her back to his chest, gripping her by her thighs and spreading her legs apart. She looked down at the massive, throbbing member between his legs.

“No!” She cried out, swinging a fist and hitting him in the face, but he only chuckled in response.

Bastardo then tried to guide his cock into her snatch, but it slipped past and rubbed against her thigh. He tried again and the tip went in partially, but his cock again slid to one side. Luna shook her head, chuckling, and most of the audience members laughed too.

Finally, on the third attempt, Bastardo managed to penetrate the captive heroine, and he bounced her up and down on his dock, its impressive length and thick girth barely fitting in all the way.

Wolf Woman screamed as he stretched her out. Her tits bounced, Bastardo grunted and breathed on the back of her neck, and she felt herself digging her nails into his tough skin despite herself.

Pleasure mounted and the meat of Wolf Woman’s ass slapped against her enemy’s pelvis as he thrust her hips and continued to take her in front of the entire audience. The people in the crowd cheered and hollered, Luna watched with twisted approval, and Wolf Woman could feel her mind slipping as the pleasure built. The cock pushed in as deep as it would go, and the demon seemed to have no shortage of stamina as he continued fucking the heroine.

She on the other hand, felt her energy leaving her body very quickly. She was stuck. There was no escape. His grip was too strong, her own physiology made it impossible for her to think about anything but the monster cock ramming in and out of her, and the longer it went, the closer she could feel herself coming to orgasm.

Her tits swelled, her hardened nipples stood tall, and she reached back with both arms, trying to find something on Bastardo’s naked body to hold onto.

She then screamed and she felt herself erupt, and Bastardo laughed at the same time as his cock shuddered and released a thick load into the heroine. It spilled out, hitting the mat in several large puddles as Wolf Woman’s body went limp.

Bastardo’s cock stayed stiff and the heroine stood mounted on the end of it, her limbs hanging useless at her side as she mumbled incoherently. The roar of the crowd was little more than a hollow noise when Bastardo pulled her off of him and held her up by her hair while parading her around the ring. He then dropped her face first into his own collected cum..

She lay on her tits, lapping up the sticky fluid as Bastardo put his big foot on her back and the referee got low.

“1...2...3…!”

The bell rang and Wolf Woman faded into unconsciousness.

III

Wolf Woman gasped and woke up, and when she came to, she found herself in an empty ring. The seats around the arena were empty, and cold silence hung in the air. She sat up, seeing that she was completely naked but not covered in cum.

“Was it a bad dream?” she asked herself was standing up and holding her head.

“No dream, Chica.”

Wolf Woman spun around to see Bastardo sitting on the top rope in his human form, watching her with a devious smile on his face.

“You belong to us now, Wolf Woman,” a voice said.

The heroine turned around to see Luna Valenzuela climb into the ring. Once she was inside, flames engulfed her. When they subsided, her business attire was replaced by sleek, low-cut black robes that hugged her curvy figure. Her dark hair, previously in a bun, now hung long and was decorated with what looked like small bones.

Wolf Woman eyed the tattoo on her chest and then looked at Bastardo. “What the fuck is going on?!”

“I already said, you belong to us,” Luna said.

“Who are you?!”

“I’ve walked this Earth for a very long time, Wolf Woman. I walked the lands where you and Senor Costa were born long before the white men came. I was there when the moon first shone its light on the world. I never had a name, and so I simply passed through the ages as La Bruja de La Luna – The Witch of the Moon.”

“No…” Wolf Woman gasped.

“Yes,” La Bruja smiled a devilish smile. “And over my long life I have been gifted many powers by my masters, and I have passed gifts on to the chosen few in turn,” she motioned.

When Wolf Woman turned around, Bastardo had shifted back into his demon form, and climbed down from the top rope.

“My masters demand sacrifices be made. Mortal souls for everylasting power. You, my dear, will be the latest to receive my gift,” she explained while stopping right in front of Wolf Woman.

“No!” The heroine refused, shoving the witch away from her. She then gagged when Bastardo locked her in a sleeper hold with his powerful arms, a hold far too strong for her to escape. She drove her elbow into his ribs, trying to escape, but to no avail. The demon taunted her by licking the side of her face.

La Bruja smile and grabbed Wolf Woman by her face, planting a long kiss with black lipstick on Wolf Woman’s lips. She then pulled back and smiled. “It’s amusing you think you have a choice.”

Bastardo then dropped her and she felt to her hands and knees, gagging and gasping for air.

“Hold her,” La Bruja ordered.

Before she could move, Wolf Woman felt several pairs of strong, clawed hands grab hold and pin her down. She looked up to see herself and La Bruja surrounded by all kinds of horrific, misshapen demons. The arena had shifted from the modern arena they had been in to a crumbling stone structure under a desolate, gray sky. The stands were filled with even more demons, cackling, laughing, and cheering as the heroine struggled in the grip of her captors.

La Bruja walked over and knelt down so she and Wolf Woman were eye to eye. “The process will hurt, my love. But I’m going to make you better, just like I did Senor Costa. Your soul is only weighing you down. It will serve my masters much better. Slavery is not the burden you think.”

Panic set in and Wolf Woman fought to try and get free, but the demons holding her were far too strong.

“After you become your new self, you can tell me which of your little Aphrodite friends you’d like me to bring along first…” La Bruja promised while she began drawing her brand on Wolf Woman’s forehead.

“No!” the heroine cried out. “Noooo!”

But her screams were lost on the collected laughter of the demons that surrounded her.

The End