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Mr. Sweet Tooth (Halloween Havoc no. 8)

by Sigma

I

"Trick-or-Treat, Angela," Greg Kaplan, another assistant district attorney, said to his co-worker when she opened the door to her office. He wore a cheap vampire costume, complete with fangs that made him hard to understand. "Oh, no costume for you?"

"Nope," Angela Grear told him. "I was on my way out, in fact." She had her blouse partially undone and skirt on, but her shoes had been cast aside.

"You know some of the others have their kids with them here before they head out to trick-or-treat, right?"

"I know," Angela said, taking her earrings off. She then reached for a small table next to her door and came back with a few pieces of candy and gave them to Greg. "Enjoy, Mr. Vampire."

Greg frowned when he looked at the candy in his hand. Chocolate Brittles. Caramellows. Mr. Okay Bar. Sugar Spiders. All of the seasonal lows. "What, were they out of everything else?"

"...Yes," Angela admitted. "Look, I stopped by WadeMart at lunch and that was all that was left."

Greg pocketed the candy. "Do me a favor and just tell the kids you don't have any candy," Greg scoffed before leaving.

"You're welcome!" Angela called after her co-worker before closing the door.

***

"Trick-or-Treat!" two children, one dressed as a bumblebee and the other dressed as a robot, held up their bags and looked down at the candy Angela dropped in it. They walked away without a word, just like the dozen or so that had come to her office over the past few minutes. Still, Angela had managed to get rid of all of the bottom-shelf candy, which meant she could put her costume on and get to work.

Within moments, Lady Midnight stood tall, her skimpy purple costume clinging to her athletic body as she climbed onto the ledge of her window. She then fired her grappling gun and swung through night air of Delta City to go on her patrol.

II

"Jesus!" Lenny said with a startled whisper when he walked past an animatronic skull and it began laughing.

"Come on, man!" Mike said to Lenny, his longtime associate in crime as the latter stalked through the aisles of a MetaFoods Candyworld factory and store.

"It just scared me, is all."

"Well get unscared. It's just a damn toy," Mike told him. "Where do you think they keep the candy formulas? We find those and we'll be rich!" he said, moving ahead of Lenny and searching the store. He turned around and saw no one was behind him. "Len? Where'd you go?"

Mike then jumped when something hit the ground behind him. He turned to find Lenny on the floor unconscious. He screamed when someone tapped his shoulder, and when he turned around, a fist in a purple glove landed square on his jaw, knocking him out right on top of his companion.

"All I'm finding tonight is petty crooks," Lady Midnight sighed, looking down at the two. "Unbelievable. Dragon Queen's at home watching scary movies, Nightmare Witch went to a demon orgy, Geek's playing some stupid video game with Pervo, and Esha and Panthris are off on a Halloween bar crawl. This sucks!" She pouted. She then removed two pairs of zip ties from her utility belt and tied the men up before pressing a communication stud in her ear. "HQ, it's Midnight. I've got two burglars at Candyworld all ready for the cops."

Wolf Woman drew the short straw for comms duty that night, so that's whose voice she expected to come back. Instead, she got an earful of static.

"HQ? Wolf Woman, come in."

"No one will be coming, Angela."

Lady Midnight spun around to find a man in white standing behind her. He wore a crisp, spotless uniform and had the classic good looks of a 50s movie star. His perfect teeth seemed to shine when he smiled and he approached the startled heroine with a casual step.

"It's just you and me tonight, my dear."

"Who are you?" Lady Midnight asked, keeping her eyes on him as he circled her.

"You may call me Mr. Sweet Tooth," he said, tapping a silver name badge pinned to his shirt that had the name on it.

"Uh huh...well, what do you want?"

"Why, for you to suffer, Angela."

"How do you know who I am?"

"I only learned who you were tonight, but I know enough. I know you like to disappoint children with terrible candy."

"What...?" Lady Midnight blinked. "I don't have time for this." She turned to walk away when she suddenly found the man in white in front of her.

"Now, now, Angela. The world is such a cruel and ugly place. Children deserve at least one spot of happiness, and they certainly can't get that from Chocolate Brittles," he said. When he did, his eyes flared fiery red and a bar of the offending candy appeared in his hand.

Lady Midnight avoided looking at Mr. Sweet Tooth. "I kind of like them..." she said.

"Nobody likes Chocolate Brittles, Angela! You tolerate them at best!" His voice took on a menacing tone as he slammed the bar on the floor. "You're supposed to be a paragon for good, but you suck the joy out of Halloween with your offensive candy choices."

"Look, I don't know what this is, but I'm busy," Lady Midnight said, trying to step away.

"You need to learn a lesson this day, Angela," Mr. Sweet Tooth said, grabbing her arm.

"Get off!" Lady Midnight said, punching him in the face. His head snapped back from the blow, but then he looked the heroine in the face and headbutt her hard enough to make her fall to one knee. He then gripped the top of her head with his palm and flung her over the shelves, sending her flying several aisles away.

"Ugh!" Lady Midnight groaned, hitting the shelf and collapsing to the floor as packaged candy fell on top of her. She heard footsteps approaching and pushed herself up before they got close.

"Annngela..." Mr. Sweet Tooth said, walking toward the aisle where she landed. When he arrived, he found a floor littered with candy boxes. "Huh." He walked down the aisles, looking back and forth for the heroine.

Lady Midnight watched him from atop a light fixture, moving carefully and quietly as she tried to make her way toward the door. The shelves that made up the aisles were tall enough that once there was some distance between her and Mr. Sweet Tooth, Lady Midnight lost sight of the man. Once she was sure the way to the door was clear, she leapt down, landing quietly, and moved for the door the burglars had left open.

She then froze, the hairs standing up on the back of her neck when she heard a shrill cackling. She turned around to see an animatronic skull, one of a few among other Halloween trinkets, laughing after she had triggered its motion sensor.

She then turned when she felt a shadow looming over her.

Mr. Sweet Tooth held one of the skulls in his hand. "Hm. Twenty dollars. Not bad," he said while reaching out and grabbing her face with his other hand. She screamed as the skull laughed.

"Not bad at all..." Mr. Sweet Tooth said as Lady Midnight tried to get free of his grip, only to go limp a few seconds later. He then dropped her onto the floor and put the toy skull back, making sure it sat straight among the others.

***

When Lady Midnight woke up, she found herself in a cavernous building that she quickly realized was the factory portion of CandyWorld. Giant vats of boiling syrup sat in rows around them, and factory machinery hummed quietly. She was strapped to a crude metal frame with suction cups stuck to her naked, brown 38Ds. The cups were connected to a large tank that sat right in front of her and Mr. Sweet Tooth greeted her with a smile.

"What is this?" Lady Midnight asked, struggling against the tight leather bonds that held her in place.

"Your way of giving back to the children," Mr. Sweet Tooth told her. "Your milk should make fine candy, no? I have everything I need to make it here, I'm just missing the key ingredient," he explained, poking the soft flesh of her right tit.

"What the hell are you?" Lady Midnight. She flexed her wrist so that she could get into one of the pouches on her belt. She just needed to keep him talking.

"That's an interesting question. I was once a man, like any other. I made my living selling candy and sweets to children. I did my best business on Halloween. Life was good in those days, until I met the ire of some parents who thought the holiday belonged to the Devil. Really mean fundamentalist hysterics, that bunch was. It was because of them that I got to meet him."

"...Seriously?" Lady Midnight said.

"Well...I don't think he was the fella from the Good Book, I was never really clear on that as I only met him that one time. He just granted me these powers and sent me back here to visit whatever wrath I saw fit." 

"...How long have you been like this?"

Mr. Sweet Tooth tapped his chin. "Let's see...Ah, yes, that Truman fella was president when the mob dragged me from my home. I used to get my kicks punishing naughty children, but in those early days I got worked over by a mean ol' Christmas devil who said that was his turf, so I turned my eyes on the adults who ruin my favorite holiday instead."

Lady Midnight swallowed a lump in her throat.

"Now, you aren't one of this sickos who poisons candy or puts razors in, but all the same, you kill the children's' spirits."

"That's a little harsh," Lady Midnight protested while she managed to get into her pouch.

"You might think so, but I have to punish you all the same. I gave my word that I would, and what's a man without his word, Angela?"

Mr. Sweet Tooth flipped a switch on the tank and it hummed. A moment later, Lady Midnight gasped as the cups on her tits began sucking on the tender flesh. It was a strange sensation, and one that the heroine didn't entirely hate. She felt her nipples grow rock hard as the machine vibrated. She could feel herself leaking, and at the same time, she heard a slurping sound coming from the hoses that connected her tits to the tank.

"That's it," Mr. Sweet Tooth smiled. "To be honest, I always wanted to do this. It's rare I get one of you Aphrodites on my radar. A few years ago, there was this witch...right here in Delta City, as a matter of fact, who was luring trick-or-treaters into her home and turning them into cookies. I started to give her a piece of my mind, but she fled before I could turn her into candy. I hope she's behaving herself wherever she is."

"I promise she isn't," Lady Midnight grunted, the milking picking up pace and pulling more out of her tits. The sensation of her tits being sucked on was driving her wild, so much so that she nearly lost her grip on the small, high-powered compact cutting laser she was trying to take out. "Why didn't you keep chasing her?"

"Oh, as part of my pact, I can only walk the Earth from October 30th to November 1st, so I have to try and get as much done as I can before it's back to the ol' Void for Mr. Sweet Tooth for the year. So many bad guys, so little time. But you're a superhero and a lawyer, so I'm preaching to the choir."

"That you...AGH....that you are!" Lady Midnight groaned, her brow and chest damp with sweat as the machine continued pumping her chest. She managed to wrap her fingers around the laser and find the switch. A superheated beam cut the bonds around her wrists and then she flipped it and cut her ankles free.

Mr. Sweet Tooth simply watched as Lady Midnight discarded the bonds and then pointed the cutter at him while ripping the pumps from her tits. Her milk spilled on the factory floor and her swelled tits heaved as the heroine backed away while using her free hand to grab her grappling gun.

"Oh, you're no fun, Angela," Mr. Sweet Tooth frowned as the heroine fired her gun at that catwalks overhead and pulled herself up.

Once she was up on the catwalk, she began running for her life, looking back to see if she was being chased. She turned back around, gasped, and slid on her spiked heels when Mr. Sweet Tooth was suddenly standing in front of her and slowly walking toward her.

"Now, now, dear Angela. We weren't finished."

Lady Midnight went back into her belt and removed a small handful of metal pellets. "Get back!" she warned him.

He continued toward her, so she threw the pellets, which exploded on impact. Mr. Sweet Tooth was caught by surprise in the explosion as the catwalk shook and a section fell away, damaged by the explosion. Mr. Sweet Tooth plummeted 20 feet into one of the giant vats of boiling syrup with a splash.

Lady Midnight watched him sink beneath the bubbly purple liquid and let out a sigh. She allowed herself a moment's rest before walking away, stopping only when a long, thick tentacle emerged from the syrup and gripped the railing. A creature then emerged from the syrup, its elongated body covered in six writhing tentacles. It walked on two muscular legs and had three pairs of glowing yellow eyes on its head.

"Angela..." Mr. Sweet Tooth's voice came from somewhere on the thing's mouthless body. "That wasn't very nice. Now I have to get a bit more strict with your punishment."

Lady Midnight trembled, staring at the walking horror and turned to run, only to be stopped by the massive gap in the catwalk that she had created. Before she could get her grappling gun back out, a tentacle wrapped around her ankle and pulled her down. Three more grabbed her other leg and both of her arms and pulled her toward the monster. Its strength was immense, and no matter what Lady Midnight did, she couldn't get free.

The thing then lifted her up, spreading her legs apart so that one of its free tentacles could slither between her muscular legs while the other toyed with her tender breasts. It was then that the heroine realized its tentacles were covered in seemingly thousands of tiny suckers, because she could feel them biting and lapping at the meat of her tits, and she gasped at the strange sensation of pleasure that brought.

The other tentacle slid between her legs, toying with the inside of her vulnerable pussy, and Lady Midnight whimpered, trying to fight back the double assault with nothing but her own willpower.

"It seems I need to break you if I'm to punish you," the transformed Mr. Sweet Tooth said. "Very well. Let's see how long you can last, my dear."

Lady Midnight suppressed a scream as the tentacle plunged into her pussy. The muscular appendage wiggled around inside of her, stretching the walls and pushing in as deep as it would go. The other free tentacle squeezed and sucked on her tits, drawing out more milk, slicking the heroine's chest and the tentacle alike as the tiny suckers lapped up the liquid.

"Delicious," the creature laughed. "This will make fine candy, indeed."

"Ugh. UGH!" Lady Midnight could barely hold back her gasping now. Mr. Sweet Tooth doubled his efforts, pounding the heroine harder, faster, deeper, as he worked to bring her closer to the point of submission.

She could feel her mind slipping, her willpower whittling away as the monster's assault continued. The mouths on its tentacle bit her hardened nipples and left their marks on her tender flesh. The tentacle that penetrated her stretched her out in an effort to go ever deeper. The muscles of her body tensed up as sensations of pleasure seemed to flood every nerve she had.

Try as she might, Lady Midnight couldn't fight any more.

Mr. Sweet Tooth seemed to sense this and took several long, deliberate strokes to push her over the brink.

Lady Midnight then let out a scream that echoed through the cavernous halls of the factory, and her juices spilled from her pussy, getting all over the tentacle between her legs.

Mr. Sweet Tooth took a few more slower thrusts to finish the job and then pulled back, and Lady Midnight gasped in his grip as he dropped her worn out body onto the catwalk.

Her juices dripped from between her legs, pooling under her ass and she lay on her naked back, gasping for air and mumbling incoherently. Mr. Sweet Tooth then grabbed her by the ankle and began dragging her away.

"All righty, Angela. Now that you're tamed, let's get you hooked back up. Still plenty of milk left in those beautiful brown udders, methinks."

Lady Midnight only whimpered as she was being dragged to her fate.

III

"Ow, ow, ow..." Angela groaned as she limped into her office the next morning, favoring her tender breasts. She closed her door behind her, made her way to her desk, and collapsed into her chair with a heavy sigh. She then undid the buttons on her top, letting her aching tits breathe while she sank into her chair.

"I'm starting to hate Halloween..." she said to herself, signing while swinging left to right in her seat. "I'm gonna be ready for that bastard if I see him again. I wonder if Hexanna knows about him..."

She then perked up when there was a knock at her door and quickly scrambled to button up.

"Come in!" she said just as she finished the last button.

The door opened and Yumi Wong, otherwise known as Azure Angel, poked her head in and waved before opening the door all the way. Carla Rogers, otherwise known as Shield, was with her. They entered the office, both wearing simple business dress.

"Oh, hey girls," Angela said, motioning to the two chairs on the other side of her desk. "What brings you by?"

"We had a few minutes before we had to be at our internships upstairs, so we thought we'd stop by," Carla explained before they sat down. "Were you on patrol last night?"

"I was," Angela told her, straightening up and forcing herself to not think about last night. "Nothing too exciting happened, believe it or not. Just petty crooks. What did you girls do?"

"Halloween party at the college," Yumi answered, picking up a small box that sat on Angela's desk. She hadn't even noticed it when she walked in. "Carla and I were a cop and a robber," she grinned.

"Well, you had more fun than me. I just stopped a couple of minor crimes and then went home and watched slasher movies," she lied. "A quiet Halloween is good one, in my book."

Yumi shook the box and held her ear to it.

"Go ahead and open it," Angela told her.

Yumi tore the box open and found a smaller box inside. "Mr. Sweet Tooth candies?" she blinked.

Angela swallowed a lump in her throat and clenched the arms of her chair.

Yumi opened the box. "Oh, they're chocolates. You must have a secret admirer," she grinned at Angela. She then picked up one of the chocolates and ate it. "Oh! Oh my god, this is delicious!"

She gave one to Carla, who ate it and swallowed. "Wow!" the teen redhead gasped.

Yumi slid the box across the desk to Angela after taking two more and giving another one to Carla. "I wish I had a secret admirer. All the boys on campus are drunk idiots. There was this one guy who kept following me at the party and pinching my butt. But of course, I'd have been wrong if I knocked him out," she complained.

"You can't assault another student," Carla told her. "Telling him sternly should have sent the message."

"A broken hand and a busted jaw would've sent a better message," Yumi answered. "Luisa would back me up on that. We should've invited her."

"You remember what happened the last time we brought her to a party."

"Why do you keep bringing that up? We returned the goat to its owner!"

As the two of them argued back and forth, Angela looked at the box of chocolates. They were circular, with a small bump at the top. It took her moment before she realized they were in the shape of tits. Her tits. She balled her hand into a fist, wanting to trash the candy then and there. It was then that she noticed a piece of paper tucked into one of the corners.

She picked it up and opened it, keeping it on her lap so the girls wouldn't see it.

The note had a single line.

"See you next year." - Mr. Sweet Tooth.

The End

Author's note: That's it! The 'season finale' of the Halloween Havoc series. It'll be back next year.