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Trick-or-Terror (Halloween Havoc no. 1)

by Sigma

(Author's note: This is the start of a series that I'll be attempting for Halloween month. Short stories no longer than 10 pages, Aphrodites in peril. Hope you enjoy.)

I

"I just love Halloween, don't you?" Nightmare Witch smiled, running her hand up Hexanna's smooth, naked flesh.

The young sorceress glared at the Nightmare Witch and muffled a string of curses into her gag while struggling against the bonds that kept her pinned to the stone table underneath her.

Nightmare Witch simply caressed the side of her face. "Such anger. I will break you soon enough, my dear. Then, you will be mine...mind, body, and soul," she teased, he gloved finger tracing down Hexanna's tight tummy. "Of course, you were the foolish one attacking my manor on the one night of the year when my power is at its peak. You should have brought more of those cows with you to have a better chance."

Nightmare Witch looked up at the skylight and basked in the silvery light of the full moon that hung in the sky above Delta City on that Halloween night. "Alas, the night is young yet, so I may partake in a few treats after all. You, however, have a very long night ahead of you indeed."

Hexanna breathed deep, her naked tits heaving as she watched Nightmare Witch circle her.

"Are you familiar with a demon called Kulus that Tireless? They say he has a million offspring, hence the 'Tireless' part of his name. He breeds with young maidens and they bare his offspring, over and over again. I've been seeking his patronage for some time, and it just so happens that I finally have an adequate gift for him," Nightmare Witch laughed, slapping Hexanna on her thigh. "You're going to want to save your energy, because I hear he..."

Her taunts were interrupted by a ringing doorbell. "I...what?" Nightmare Witch looked at the door that led out of the chamber. "...Since when do I have a doorbell?" It rang again and the villainess turned away from her captive. "Ugh!" she groaned before storming out and toward the front of her manor.

When she opened the door, she found herself faced with a child, a girl of about seven with ashen hair and large, gray eyes.

"What is it, child?" Nightmare Witch asked curtly.

The girl, dressed in a run-of-the-mill witch's outfit, held up a bag, already somewhat filled with candy.

Nightmare Witch simply grunted and closed the door in the girl's face. When she walked away from the door, the bell rang again. She growled and spun around, opening the door. "Go away!" she commanded. The girl only held up the bag once more. Nightmare Witch looked down her lengthy walkway and saw the isolated neighborhood bare of life, just as it always was. "Where are your parents?"

The girl offered no answer. She simply kept her bag raised and opened.

"I haven't the time for this. Away with you!" Nightmare Witch spat before waving her hand. A portal of swirling green energy opened behind the girl with an image of another house in the same neighborhood in it. Nightmare Witch waved her hand again and an invisible force pushed the girl into the portal and closed once she was gone. Nightmare Witch then slammed the door shut. "That damned bimbo sorceress must have destroyed my protective warding..."

She made her way back to the torture chamber where she was keeping Hexanna. "Apologies for the interruption. It won't happen again. Now...about Kulus..."

The villainess then paused when she saw the table empty. Hexanna was gone, her bonds were broken. She ran to the table and put her hands on it in disbelief.

"Damn it all!" Nightmare Witch screamed. "I'm going to turn that bitch into some demon's condom when I find her. I-" Nightmare Witch then paused when a chill ran down her spine. Her heart skipped a beat as she felt herself in the presence of some great, unseen shadow. She actually felt a bead of sweat roll down the side of her head.

"Wh...who's there?" her voice shook. She then turned, slowly, toward the door and saw the little girl who she had banished from her home only moments ago, watching her with those haunting gray eyes.

"W...who are you?" Nightmare Witch backed away as the child smiled at her and stepped forward.

II

Nightmare Witch grunted as she flew through the wall and tumbled into another room. Pained wracked her body and her skin burned with whatever wild magic that strange child had just thrown at her. She pushed herself up on her aching limbs, coughing brick dust from her lungs when she saw the girl's silhouette in the hole that she had made in the wall. Whatever the girl was, she exuded a dark, menacing power Nightmare Witch had only ever encountered a few times in her long life. The kind of power that could end civilizations and snuff out life like a candle in a tornado.

She stood, her legs shaking underneath her, and held out her hand while the dark child stayed where she was and watched her. "Begone monster!" Nightmare Witch cried out as a bolt of dark energy flew from her palm.

It hit the child and exploded, taking a larger chunk of the wall with it. The girl walked through the smoke, completely unharmed. When Nightmare Witch threw more magic, the result was the same and the child continued walking toward her. Nothing worked. Lightning and fire dissipated around the girl, chunks of debris that Nightmare Witch made levitate simply shattered against some invisible barrier.

"No! No!! Stay back!" Nightmare Witch screamed, her attacks growing more desperate. She was so fixated on destroying the girl that she didn't notice the beings of pure shadow emerging from the dark recesses of the chamber, their glowing eyes locked on her as they surrounded her and began grabbing her.

"Wh-NO! UNHAND ME!" she shouted. Cold hands gripped her arms, others emerging from the floor grabbed her by the ankles to keep her from moving, and a pair of arms snaked around her narrow waist. The shadow creatures were growing in number, the ones holding Nightmare Witch in place were growing stronger, and their apparent master stood in place, watching it all unfold in front of her with an expression of indifference.

Nightmare Witch looked around the room in a panic, and in one final bid, chanted a spell that gathered a massive amount of energy that then erupted from her body in a bright flash of light. The explosion shook the chamber and chunks of the ceiling began falling to the floor.

The child's expression changed to one of slight surprise and in that moment, Nightmare Witch felt the hold of the shadow creatures weaken. It was in that moment that Nightmare Witch conjured another spell that whisked her out of the room just as it began to collapse on her attackers.

***

Nightmare Witch coughed, expelling water from her lungs and smirked when she found herself laying in a pool of shallow water. The chamber was expansive, and dominated by a massive statue of a many-eyed, horned and winged entity presiding over a sacrificial altar. She stood in the presence of Zarthol, the Maligned, the most powerful of her patron demons, in the sacrificial chamber that was deep beneath her manor. She sighed with relief, feeling safe in the most secure room of her home. Even now, she felt the presence of the powerful runes of warding that sealed the room from magical incursion.

She approached the altar, the ankle-deep water cool on her bare feet. She ascended the stone staircase and then bowed before the statue, keeping her eyes down.

"Lord Zarthol, hear me," she spoke.

"Speak, Witch," a deep voice resonated through the chamber. At the same time, the statue's upturned hands erupted with flame and its many eyes glowed bright blue.

"My lord, I am beset by a powerful foe. I humbly request your assistance in defeating it."

"What do you offer me in turn, Witch?"

Nightmare Witch paused and swallowed a lump in her throat. She knew this was coming. No bargain with a demon, especially one so powerful, came without giving something up in exchange.

"My lord...I have nothing to offer at the moment, but..."

"But you still seek my aid in defeating this threat."

"If you grace me with this, I will bring you the hearts of all of those Aphrodite whores, my lord. Here in Delta City, those in Star City, and wherever else I must go."

"This must be some threat, indeed, Witch."

"It is, my lord. It's rare that I've seen something like it in the mortal world."

The chamber shook with Zarthol's laughter. "That is fear I hear in your voice, witch. It offends me."

Nightmare Witch stayed silent.

"You flee your fate in facing this terror so that you can grovel before me and beg for more power. After I gifted you the power of longevity, and the power to shed that old skin of yours in favor of a more youthful appearance."

"...Yes, master..."

"I gifted you with the ability to command the very fabric of reality itself so that you could crusade against the Aphrodite menace, and you come begging to me still."

"Master, I..."

"Speak no more, Witch."

Nightmare Witch fell silent. Zarthol's baleful gaze felt heavy upon her shoulders, she kept her eyes on the floor right underneath her.

After several long, silent moments, the demon spoke again. "Ah, it appears I get to gaze upon this terror myself."

Nightmare Witch looked up at the statue of her master and, at the same time, felt that same familiar deathly chill. She turned around and saw the child materialize and float down until the tip of her toes just barely touched the surface of the water. Her face bore the same neutral expression.

"That's her, master."

The demon simply laughed. "You flee from a mere child. My child."

Nightmare Witch gasped and turned to the statue.

"My daughter, Akha. It was her wish to don a mortal form and participate in your Hallow's Eve celebration. I told her humans are a suspicious and cowardly lot, but she could not be deterred. You attacked her because you feared her."

Nightmare Witch went pale. A cold sweat ran down her ample cleavage and her throat went dry. "Master, I didn't..." 

Before she could answer, tendrils of shadow lashed out from the water just beneath Akha and seized her. Her arms and legs were immobilized, and another tendril wrapped around her neck as the they lifted her into the air.

Zarthol's eyes glowed as the tendrils squeezed, and Nightmare Witch gasped as the tendrils writhed across her supple flesh. The tendrils took a solid form of pale, ashen flesh and secreted a thick mucus-like membrane that dissolved Nightmare Witch's skimpy outfit to nothing. Her curvy, athletic body was exposed to the damp air of the chamber and the tendrils snaked across her skin, teasing the flesh as she rose in the air before her master's statue.

They then turned her around, forcing her to stare not at the small, child-like form that Akha assumed, but her true form, a towering mass standing on two thin legs, its upper body completely covered in twisting and grasping tentacles and bulbous, blinking eyes.

Nightmare Witch wanted to scream out of reflex, but the shout died in her throat when Akha squeezed tight. She was completely paralyzed, unable to get free of the monster's grip. Akha's many eyes seemed to watch her closely, blinking out of sync with each other.

"This is Akha's first time on your plane of existence. I've often told her tales of the mewling playthings my servants and I have broken over the many long millennia," Zarthol explained. "She wishes to experience it firsthand," the demon laughed.

Nightmare Witch tried to respond, but continued choking from Akha's grip. Suddenly, the tentacle on her neck loosened and she sucked in a great breath of air.

"Master, please. Allow me to bring your daughter all of the sacrifices she wants. It's Halloween and I am at the height of my power. If I can just go out and hunt..."

"You disregarded and struck her because you were annoyed, Witch. I do not take slights against my children lightly. Especially not from those who bow before me."

"Master, please!" She cried.

"You will do as a plaything for now. Akha needs to whet her appetite. Proceed, daughter."

The tentacle on Nightmare Witch's neck tightened again as Akha's other tentacles slithered across her body, coating her in the mucus while exploring her curves. She could feel what felt like small tongues protruding from small mouths lapping up her skin, sending a tingling sensation throughout her body that made her moan despite herself.

Nightmare Witch tried to resist, tried to put up a fight to get free of the creature's grip, but every moment she spent in its grip drove her closer to helplessness. Her nipples hardened and she moaned softly at the constant teasing of her sensitive flesh, the caressing of her thighs and back, and gentle massage of her back muscles.

She arched her back and fixed her glazed-over eyes on the room's domed ceiling. As she did, she saw two identical, small tentacles hover in front of her face. Instead of tips, they ended in two small mouths and latched onto her nipples and began sucking. Nightmare Witch gasped, but was silenced by another larger, thicker tentacle forcing its way into her mouth and down her throat as far as it would go. While the small tentacles sucked, the larger on pumped in and out of her throat, seemingly probing and pushing deeper with each thrust. Nightmare Witch clenched her fists and tightened her muscles, helpless to do anything but take the creature's assault.

The hold on her neck loosened and that tentacle slipped away, down the hard expanse of her tummy and between her legs. The two tentacles wrapped around her thighs and ankles pulled her legs apart, exposing her pussy as it began to drip with her own juices. Akha then slid another tentacle between her legs, pushing deep and stretchinj her victim out, drawing a deep gasp. That tentacle then began pumping Nightmare Witch in sync with the one in her mouth, flooding her body with a sensation of pleasure that caused her eyes to roll back in her head.

Nightmare Witch's head dipped back and she stared at the statue of Zarthol upside down. Its eyes flared red, and in the dark recesses of her mind, the demon lord's gravelly laughter cut through the fog of ecstasy, seemingly mocking the witch for being at Akha's mercy. Even then, she could think of nothing beyond being penetrated, violated, and used by the demonic entity that had her in its grips, and how she wanted that sensation to last forever.

Her meaty tits jumped with the small tentacles sucking on them, and the lips of her pussy twitched as the tentacle down there continued pumping. Her sweat mixed with Akha's secretions and dripped off her body, into the pool of water under her. Her groans and cries filled the chamber, as did the eventual cry that came out of her throat when Akha pushed her to orgasm and pulled back her soaked tentacle from between her legs.

Akha then let her legs go so that Nightmare Witch hang in the air by her arms, with the tentacles on her tits continuing to suck while she gasped for air and her juices dripped from between her legs, slicked her thighs, and disappeared into the water.

Nightmare Witch cried out of surprise as Akha let her go and she fell into the water with the splash. Before she could fully recover, Akha pinned her arms in place and held Nightmare Witch face down in the water before inserting a tentacle in her ass, drawing another groan as she plunged in deep. Nightmare Witch writhed and tried to fight back against the new assault, but Akha applied more of her tentacles and held her down firmly in place, leaving her helpless to the demon's lustful predations.

As Nightmare Witch squealed, moaned, and wriggled in Akha's grip, the demon's many eyes flared and she let out a rare, low, sustained growl that seemed to shake the chamber.

Lord Zarthol's mocking laughter grew louder in Nightmare Witch's mind as he felt it edging ever closer to completely breaking.

III

"It doesn't look like much," Omega Woman said, standing outside of Nightmare Witch's manor.

"No," Hexanna admitted. "But don't let that fool you."

Omega Woman turned to her comrade. "Well, Halloween was yesterday, so Nightmare Witch's power should have waned, right?"

"Yes. That's why we're taking her now," Hexanna said, walking toward the front door.

"You just got whisked away from this place yesterday, why are you so eager to come back?" Omega Woman asked, jogging to catch up to the busty sorceress.

"She has to be brought to justice. Besides, I want to find out just who teleported me away and why."

"So why am I here?"

"Because Nightmare Witch might have some big, ugly monster lurking around and I'd need you to punch it."

Omega Woman grinned and punched her open palm. "That, I can do."

The heroines made their way inside after finding the front door unlocked. An eerie silence hung over the manor, and the pair found themselves in an empty and unfurnished entryway. The mid-morning sun shone through the windows and the aged wood creaked beneath their boots.

"Looks like she moved," Omega Woman said.

"I don't understand..." Hexanna said, looking around. "This wasn't like this yesterday. We need to keep looking..."

Omega Woman and Hexanna spent the next hour looking around the manor from top to bottom and only found empty room after empty room. Omega Woman knocked down several walls to find hidden chambers, all of them empty and Hexanna could only sense the faintest traces of magic. Their search lead them to a cavernous room underneath the house, but that too was bare, with scant evidence that there had been flooding in the room recently.

Whatever the reason had been for Nightmare Witch leaving, she did it in a hurry.

Hexanna sat on the front steps of the house, propping her head up with her hands and a sour expression on her face. Omega Woman walked out after one final sweep of the house and sat next to her.

"Cheer up," Omega Woman said, rubbing Hexanna's shoulder. "Maybe she knew you were coming back and took off in a panic," she smiled.

Hexanna smiled back. "Whatever the reason, at least she's gone. That doesn't mean I won't be ready if she ever shows up again," she said before standing up.

"That's the spirit," Omega Woman said to her, standing up as well. "Well, that didn't take as long as I thought it might. Lunch?"

"Ooooh, there's a new Peruvian place near HQ."

Omega Woman sighed. "I really just want to go to Burger Planet."

"Always with the Burger Planet! You Americans!" the sexy Brazilian sorceress scoffed. 

"Have you had the Black Hole Burger?" Omega Woman asked.

"I don't understand how you can eat such disgusting..."

Before she finished her thought, the two heroines turned to find a child standing in front of them. A girl of about seven with ashen hair and large, gray eyes. She wore a traditional witch's costume and held open a large bag.

The two heroines looked at each other in confusion and then back at the girl.

"Oh, sweetie. Halloween is over. You should go home," Omega Woman advised.

"No, no, it's fine," Hexanna stopped her. "I didn't get to give candy out last night, so..." the sorceress snapped her fingers. "Check your bag, menina*." (*Portuguese word for a female child) Hexanna smiled.

The girl looked down and found her bag nearly filled with a variety of wrapped candy. She looked up at the busty, statuesque heroines in front of her, offered the faintest smile, and then turned and walked away.

The heroines looked at each other, shrugged, and walked away from the house.

"You won't know if you like Peruvian food until you try it," Hexanna offered.

"I'll try it if we can go to Burger Planet after."

"Fiiine," Hexanna conceded. "I do like the milkshakes..."

***

Akha skipped to the end of the block from the house and looked at the candy in her bag. She then looked up as a swirling portal of dark energy opened in front of her. She stepped through, into a landscape where the ground was littered with bones and a dark sky hung overhead. She dug into the bag and took out a piece of chocolate that she unwrapped and ate. Then she took out and unwrapped some licorice, followed by a peanut butter cup.

As she ate her candy, she skipped across skulls, ribcages, and other bones, not all of them human, before she came to a hulking giant of a demon who was hunched over. The goliath turned his horned head, his face covered in six glowing eyes. He nodded to Akha, who walked around him to find Nightmare Witch impaled on the demon's monstrous cock, her body covered in its semen as several other demons the size of small dogs clung to her body, licking her flesh and rubbing their erect cocks on her. He face was a mask of nothing but pleasure. No other thought seemed to run through the witch's head as the giant demon had its way with her and the smaller ones continued to make her supply, ravaged body their property.

Akha continued eating her candy as she stood and watched.

"This is what happens to those who slight us, daughter," Zarthol spoke. He was in a human form, an ashen-haired man in a non-descript gray suit, and put a hand on his daughter's shoulder. "I don't think you should have spared that sorceress last night. But you are growing into your own woman, and I am a foolish old man who will not be able to tell you what to do for much longer."

Akha continued eating candy while she and her father watched Nightmare Witch continuing to receive a demonic gangbang.

"Humans are so pathetic. I swear to the Lords of Sin, we should just enslave them all and be done with it. They're more trouble than they're worth." he muttered. He then turned to his daughter and looked in her bag of candy. "Ooh, are those HyperRocks?" he reached over into her bag, only to withdraw his hand when Akha bared sharp fangs and bit him before he could grab anything.

Zarthol glared at the girl and shook his head. "You're just like your mother..." he sighed.

The End