As Jack Lantern completed, totally trouncing the world's two mightiest superheroines, Leticia Luther and her diabolical offspring, still crouched in the bushes. All three  were maliciously giggling at the devastating beating, Jack Lantern had given the two virtuous Champions of Justice.

"Look, Mom, Sis!  That one's crying! The big baby!"  Billy laughed, pointing at poor, distraught SuperGwendoline.

"Isn't that precious!"  Billy's mother laughed, nastily, in response.

"Yeah he sure whupped both their asses, but good!"  Wendy snickered.

"Wendy! Watch your language!  You know, I won't have that kind ot talk!"  Her mother reproved her, sternly.

"Sorry Mom!  I meant whupped their behinds!"

"That's better, Dear!"  Leticia said approvingly.  "But the nice young man really did whup their behinds, didn't he?"

"Okay, though!  It's time you kids were inside. You run on home! I've got some more business here with the nice gentleman in black!"

"Aww Mom!" The children protested in unison.

"Don't 'aww mom" me! I mean it!  You kids run on home!  You can watch the horror movie marathon on teevee, and eat up all that junk candy in your 'trick or treat' bags, and I'm sure it will give you terrible nightmares!"

"Really?  You think so?" Wendy asked hopefully.

"I'm sure of it!"  Leticia replied, fondly.

"That would be great, I guess!"  Billy agreed, reluctantly.

As the children trudged off toward home, still a little reluctantly, Leticia walked over to  Jack. "Hi! " she said. "You must be Erotiqua's brother, come to fetch her pet superslut home!  I'm Erotiqua's Coven Sister, Leticia Luther! Erotiqua asked me to give you any help you need!"

"Pleased to meet you!"  Jack answered, surprised to see his victory had been observed.

"If you want to deal with the runaway, in an appropriate manner, I'll be glad to see that the other slut, doesn't interfere!"

Jack didn't want to offend any friend of his formidable sister, and he did want to be alone with SuperGwendoline. He'd always had a crush on the tousled blond crimefighter, and Erotiqua had given him permission to debauch her. Of course, he didn't want to hurt her. He glanced over at the two defeated superheroines. SuperGwendoline, especially, looked so pitiful, sobbing her heart out, that his own heart nearly melted.  "He guessed her life must be truly hellish as Erotiqua's servant. However, Erotiqua had given him orders to bring her home.

"All right! That would be fine!"  Jack  agreed to Leticia's suggestion, before he went to retrieve his prize.  He'd been wondering what to do with Supermom, while he savored SuperGwendoline's lavish charms.

"Come with me!" Jack ordered, trying to sound stern and intimidating, in the gruffest voice he could manage, as he reached down, and grasped SuperGwendoline's wrist.

Weeping sadly, in resignation, at her recapture, SuperGwen allowed herself to be dragged away by the evil villain in black, who had, in Wendy's words, "whupped her behind."

Supermom's mind had cleared from her frightful ordeal, and seeing her dear cousin being dragged away, into odious captivity, or perhaps worse, she jumped to her feet.

"Dear Heavens!  I've got to save Gwen!" The Matron of Might said, through teeth gritted in determination.  "That evil villain may have some sort of dark powers, but I mustn't let that daunt me. If at first you don't succeed, try, try again!"  But as Supermom prepared to follow, and attempt another rescue, her obnoxious neighbor Leticia blocked her path.

"Out of my way, Leticia, I'm on official superheroine business! I must apprehend that evil miscreant!"  Supermom ordered, brusquely.  She was in no mood for any interference from her obnoxious neighbor, in this crisis.

As Supermom sought to pass her annoying neighbor, though, Leticia waved her hand in the air, in an ancient, arcane gesture. Suddenly, Supermom's proud uniform tore free, from her gorgeously rounded figure, as though by magic, which in fact it was.  At the same time, a glowing, green collar flew around her neck, and locked in place.

Supermom felt a wave of giddiness, not to mind a cold draft.  Her beautiful face paled, as a horrible weakness drained her strength. Her super powers disappeared along with her costume.  The collar was some kind of Kryptonite!

With the possible exception of the Luther children, there was no mortal force on earth, that Supermom feared, but with a horrible shiver of dread, she recognized, that, tonight, in this dark, pumpkin patch, she faced some evil force, beyond mortal ken!  Some form of Black Magic!  She gulped in apprehension.  Was Leticia a witch?  She'd often suspected something of the kind!

"That collar is only a magical glamour, of course, sort of pseudo-Kryptonite, not as strong as the real thing, but  it should nicely cancel out most of your super power, for the time being!"  Leticia  smirked, seeing the look of dread on her super neighbor's face.

In fearful confusion, Supermom tried to cover her embarrassing nakedness, from her hateful neighbor's grinning inspection.

Leticia confidently took Supermom by the arm, and began tugging her toward the edge of the pumpkin patch, in the opposite direction, to that which Jack had dragged SuperGwendoline.

"Let go of me!  What do you think you're doing? I've got to save SuperGwendoline!"  Supermom squawked indignantly.

"You won't be saving anyone, tonight, Dearie, not even yourself !" Leticia snickered, and then she smacked the Matron of Might, right across the face, a couple of times.

The magical, pseudo-Kryptonite collar had, indeed, stolen Supermom's  powers, and, without them, Leticia's hard slaps jolted her head from side to side, and nearly knocked her off her feet.

Supermom had suffered a humiliating, disastrous beating from a skinny, eighteen year old youth! She'd lost her super powers, and worse for the virtuous defender of purity, her clothes, as well! Now, her contemptible, obnoxious neighbor was slapping her around, as if she were a child!  It was a dreadful reversal of fortune, for the world's mightiest superheroine!

Leticia's cruel, neck snapping slaps were the final straw!  They took the heart out of the unfortunate Champion of Justice.  Supermom, overcome by weakness, burst into sobs, and crumpled to the ground. Leticia looked down at the sniffling superheroine, in delight. "Oh, this is going to be the best Halloween ever, even better, then last year!"

The nasty Halloween witch, laughing cruelly at Supermom's helplessness, mercilessly kicked the crouching Woman of Steel, in the belly.

The dreadful kick raised her body half off the ground, and Supermom gagged breathlessly. She looked up, apprehensively, and saw Leticia's foot aimed at an even more vulnerable target.

Leticia callously drove her foot into Supermom's embarrassingly displayed pussy, even as the  mightiest of moms screamed in protest.

Too hurt to move, the brutalized superheroine curled up in a defensive ball, clasping her injured crotch in terrible anguish.  Even without her super powers, Supermom was a big, strong woman, who look formidably unstoppable, but, now naked, hurt and disempowered, she trembled in terror of her evil neighbor. The small, dumpy, unathletic Leticia towering menacingly above her, suddenly looked ten feet tall, to the devastated crimefighter.

Seeing the vanquished heroine's fright, Leticia chortled.  "Hah! Take away your superpowers and even with all those big muscles, you're just a wimpy little housewife, no match for a real woman!"

Leticia threateningly straddled Supermom's prone body, and the Woman of Steel croaked out another plea for mercy.

"Please don't hurt me, Leticia!" Supermom whimpered.

"Hmm, we'll see!" Leticia smirked, with an evil gleam in her eyes, and roughly hauled the whimpering, naked, disempowered superheroine to her feet.

Then, the malicious, Halloween witch did that, which no villain had ever dared, never even dreamed of doing; Leticia kicked Supermom in the behind.

The kick propelled Supermom forward, a few stumbling steps. Leticia anticipated that the contemptuous kick would knock Supermom off her feet, but somehow, the beleaguered crimefighter recovered her balance.  By now, her terror of her wicked, little, redheaded neighbor, had become uncontrollable, and  the World's Mightiest Heroine fled, in blind panic, from her tormentress.

The diabolical Halloween Witch started to run after her fleeing victim, but winced at the pain in her feet. "Oh Hades! My corns!"  She followed more slowly, and quickly lost sight of the fleeing superheroine. "Oh, blast these damn, tight shoes!"

Leticia looked around the pumpkin patch. She spied  a giant pumpkin, near the center of the patch.

"Well, that's the only thing big enough for the overgrown, super ox to hide behind!"  Leticia mused. "Of course, that's the obvious place to hide, and the first place anyone would look, but, even so, I'll bet my witch's cauldron, that's where the world's mightiest, dumb bunny is hiding!"

Leticia strolled toward the center of the  pumpkin patch, as fast as her sore feet would allow.  Sure enough!  There was Supermom crouching fearfully behind the huge pumpkin.

"Naa, naa, n'naa, naa! Found you! One, two, three, on Supermom, hiding behind the pumpkin!" Leticia cried out gleefully, in the words of the childhood game of hide and seek.

"Oh Merciful Heavens, No!  She's found me! Oh Dear!  What'll I do?"  The unhappy Woman of Steel fretted, in a total panic.   There was no one meaner than Leticia Luther, and to be at her mercy was terrifying, even for the world's most heroic Mom. Supermom had never been so scared in her life; in fact, being impervious to most pain, she'd rarely ever been scared, at all, before.

"Maybe, I can still fly, even with this darned thing around my neck!"  The World's Mightiest Matron thought, hopefully.

Supermom stood up, and as Leticia approached, she leaped skyward.  Yes!  Yes! Her feet left the ground!  The kryptonite hampered heroine's progress, through the air, was slow and jerky, but she was flying... toward safety....away from that terrible woman next door!

Leticia snarled furiously.  "Damn and blast her!  Well, luckily, I brought my trusty  broomstick. I'll be damned, though, if I fly all around the sky chasing that silly bitch!  Let the broom do the work!"  The truth was, Leticia had a chronic fear of heights.  She had a healthy distrust for the, once a year, powers of her broomstick, and rarely flew faster than twenty miles an hour, or more than fifteen feet above the ground.  Not for her, Erotiqua's mad flights half way across the globe.

Leticia gestured with her hand, and the broomstick leaped into the air. "Follow That Superheroine!"  She commanded.  The broomstick flew off in hot pursuit. It easily overtook Supermom; her shaky, erratic progress making her an easy target.

"Hmm!" Leticia thought.  "Now what?  How, in Hades, is a broomstick going to catch her?  Damnation, I never thought of that! I don't suppose, she'll just climb on, and let it bring her back to me?  Maybe, I should have gone myself, after all?"

Puzzled, the diabolically cunning Leticia pondered, deeply.  Then, the witch's face brightened, in a grin of pure evil.  "Hmm, I've got IT!  Leticia you're a genius! Oh, that's devilish!  Should I?  Why not?"

With an evil laugh, Leticia gestured again.  The broomstick instantly corrected course, and aimed it's knobby, butt end directly at Supermom's large, heroically rounded posterior!  Supermom looked back, and saw the terrible danger, with a shudder of   horror.

In desperate terror, Supermom tried to fly faster, but with the awful, magical, Kryptonite collar draining her strength, it was no use. It felt, as though, she was flying through molasses!"  It was like some evil nightmare! There was nothing more Supermom could do!  She just couldn't get away in time!  With a horrifying sob of despair, she awaited the inevitable.

Like a flying torpedo, the broomstick overtook Supermom, and rammed straight into her delightful derrière, impaling the gorgeous, Matron of Might, in horrifying, anal violation.  The terrible, witchly handle drove deeper and deeper into her super body; there seemed no end to the length of the accursed instrument of darkness! Supermom shrieked, piercingly, in terrible rectal agony.

The evil, beastly Leticia laughed so hard, at Supermom's horrifying ensnarement, that she could hardly stand up, but she finally collected herself, and waved her hand in another gesture of command.

Like a faithful canine retriever, the broomstick carried poor Supermom back to her demonic tormentor. The impaled Superheroine hung motionless, terrified to even move, with that awful thing lodged so far up her rounded  back side.  She shrieked continuously, in terrible affliction, at the horrifying, intestinal violation of her super person.

The faithful broomstick deposited Supermom at Leticia's feet. Once on the ground, the unfortunate Matron of Might crouched abjectly at her evil neighbor's feet, hysterically sobbing, pitifully begging Leticia to get the awful thing out of  her delightful body.

"Pl-please! Oh please!  Take it out!  Take it out, Leticia!  Oh Dear Heavens, you must get it out!  Oh Leticia, I'll do anything you say, if only you get it out of me!  I'll be your slave, all night!  I will!  Honest!  Anything, anything you say! Just take it out!"
Supermom wailed piteously.

"Well, okay!  I suppose I could!"  Leticia chortled, nonchalantly enjoying the mightiest of superheroine's mortifying, agonizing plight, and in no real hurry to end it. "But, I will hold you, to your promise. I'm told the word of a Superheroine is inviolate!"

"Yes! Yes! Oh yes, it is!  I swear on my Honor as a Superheroine!"  Supermom cried in desperation.

Leticia gestured again. The broomstick quivered, but didn't budge.

"Oh Hades!  The damn thing must be stuck in your tight ass!"  Leticia laughed. She gestured again, and again, the broomstick failed to respond.

"Oh Blast!  If you want something done, you've got to do it yourself!"  Leticia kicked Supermom over on her back, and grasped the broomstick, with both hands.  She tugged with all her might, as Supermom shrieked in agony.  Finally the broomstick came free with a loud pop.

Supermom collapsed brokenly on the ground; even now, her insides churned agonizingly from Leticia's diabolical, broomstick brutalization.

Leticia's exertions exasperated her foot problem. When she finally succeeded in freeing the broomstick from Supermom's suffering, violated body, she thought.  "Damn!  My feet are killing me!  What I need, is a foot message!  Yeah, a foot message!  And, now that I have my own personal super slave, why not an oral foot massage?"

As Supermom lay sobbing and rubbing her derriere, Leticia hopped atop the pumpkin, that Supermom had tried to hide behind.

"Okay, 'slave for the night'!  Get your fat butt over here!"  Leticia snapped.

Supermom looked up in dismay.  Her terrible intestinal distress had eased, somewhat, although, by no means entirely, and she was able to think a little more clearly. Oh Dear heavens!  What had she done?  She had given her word, to be the vile Leticia's slave for the rest ot the night, and the word of a superheroine can never be broken!

Faithful to her promise, Supermom obeyed her witchly neighbor's command. Still suffering in the aftermath of her frightful ordeaI, it cost the brutalized superheroine untold agony, but she crawled to Leticia, on her hands and knees.  She looked up   fearfully. She didn't have to be told, that, Leticia was about to inflict some terrible, outrageous penance on her.

"Remove my shoes, and give me an oral foot message!"

Supermom looked up puzzled.  What was an oral foot message?

Leticia looked down in disgust. "Lick them, and suck them, is what I mean, Dumbbell!"

Oh, Merciful Heavens!  How awful and disgusting, not to mind degrading!  How could Supermom ever look her children in the face, again, after sinking to such servile depths?  Yet Supermom had given her word, the word that couldn't be broken!

With distasteful reluctance, the beautiful, ash-blond crimefighter removed her neighbor's shoes. Leticia had worn the shoes, nearly all day, without stockings or other liners, moreover, she suffered from a chronic, foot odor problem. The noxious reek, from Leticia's hot sweaty feet, that assaulted the delicate nostrils of the most fastidious of superheroines, was truly horrendous. Poor Supermom nearly swooned in distress.

"Get on with it!" Leticia chortled gleefully, not missing Supermom's dainty qualms.

Supermom took a deep breath, and gingerly touched her lips to Leticia's foot.

Leticia roared in anger. "Kiss them! Suck them!  Make them feel better!  Use that big mouth of yours for something constructive!  You gave your word!"

Faithful to her superheroine word, Supermom did her best to carry out Leticia's commands. She sucked and licked and rubbed both of the witch's feet for some time as Leticia moaned in pleasure.