When Supermom had thoroughly licked, sucked and kissed both of Leticia's feet, till they were sparkling clean and comfortable, the evil Halloween witch allowed the captive heroine to replace her shoes.

Supermom's servile, degrading act of homage had the inevitable effect on the sadistic, hot-blooded redhead. It ignited a raging fire in her loins!

"Oh Hades! I'm so hot and wet!" The witch murmured to herself.  "Well, there's no other choice, except the pumpkins!"  She breathed in a passion choked voice.

Without further warning, Leticia suddenly leaped from her perch on the pumpkin,  cannonading into Supermom's chest, just as the weeping, chastened Superheroine rose to her feet.

Even after all the horrifying events of the night, it was still a shock for the world's mightiest woman to be knocked off her feet, and flattened, so easily, under the aroused witch's weight. Even worse, when Leticia landed on her chest and pressed her plump legs down on Supermom's shoulders, the Woman of Steel couldn't get loose, no matter how hard she squirmed and wriggled. Leticia's fat bottom pressed down on her sumptuous chest, like a pair of five hundred pound bags of sand.

Leticia squirmed around, herself, getting comfortably situated on Supermom's bounteous bust.  She was so confident of her unshakable position, that she paused to  pick up her supermarket witch's hat, which had fallen on the ground in her mad leap.  She carefully readjusted it on her head, before she proceeded.  When she was finally satisfied, she hiked up her skirt.  The prim and proper Matron of Might was shocked and disgusted to discover that her obnoxious neighbor wore no underwear.

Sitting comfortably on her super victim's fabled bosom, Leticia reached back, and boldly fingered Supermom's elegantly golden fringed pussy.

"Ohh what are you doing, you hateful thing?" Supermom screamed in horrified humiliation.  Merciful Heavens! This was far worse than any of the other horrible, degrading things that happened to her, this night. This was a direct assault on her superheroinely virtue.  "Don't you dare touch me, there!  I'm a married woman! I don't do things like that!"

Leticia snickered. "I'm a married woman, too, Super Slut, but that isn't going to stop me!"

Leticia's experienced fingers found her super victim's clitoris. She tickled and fondled it, a little roughly, but not so hard, as to be actually painful.

Supermom stiffened in shock!  Oh Dear Heavens! She felt  an erotic stirring, deep within herself.  This was an outrage to all her virtuous beliefs!   She must resist!  Supermom exerted all of her stern superheroine's will. It was no use!  Leticia's tantalizing fingers overwhelmed her chaste reticence. The erotic stirring mounted to a hot, irresistible tide of passion, flooding through her imprisoned body.  Supermom squirmed and wriggled, some more, this time, with no hope of freeing herself, but only seeking relief, from the terrible intensity of her need.

"Noooo!  Noooooo! Nooooooooo!" Supermom screamed, as illicit, sexual intoxication vanquished her last chaste defenses. Shuddering in horror, Supermom came, in thunderous orgasmic obedience to Leticia's cruel, thrusting defilement.

"Now!  If you know what's good for you, you'll return the favor with that talented tongue of yours!  It did wonders for my aching feet, and I'm sure it can do even better for my delicious pussy!"

Though the command violated and made mockery of everything Supermom believed and stood for, the brutalized crimefighter had lost all will to resist her vile captoress.  Mortified by her shameful capitulation to Leticia's talented fingers, and terrified almost out of her mind by the evil redhead, Supermom sobbingly obeyed the evil command.

As Supermom, compliantly serviced her, Leticia smirked in satisfaction. She had indeed crushed the superheroine's proud spirit, and reduced her to brokenhearted enslavement.

It took several orgasms to fully satisfy Leticia's evil need, but finally she was sated.
She immediately thought of a hellish, new depravity to inflict  on Supermom.

"My kids said you give really great horsy rides!"  Leticia chortled. "How about giving me one?  Of course, that's not really a question; it's your mistress's command!"

Supermom accepted the command in silence, head bowed in submission. Leticia had, indeed, totally shattered her pride, and heroic dignity.  Nothing could diminish her more, than the evil service she had just extended to Leticia.  She spiritlessly bowed her back, allowing Leticia to climb onto her broad shoulders.  As she got aboard her superheroine mount, Leticia conjured up a glowing green paddle.

Once, firmly seated,  Leticia whacked Supermom's broad, shapely bottom with the paddle, and yelled "Giddyap, Horsey!"

Supermom yelped, and trotted wearily around the pumpkin patch, her hated neighborhood rival perched triumphantly on her back.  In vain, Supermom tearfully protested the frequent whacks on the behind, from the pseudo-Kryptonite paddle.

Meanwhile, Jack Lantern led the trembling SuperGwendoline to a far corner of the pumpkin patch.  He was a little surprised, that the celebrated champion of justice did not struggle or resist, but followed meekly, at the slightest pressure of his hand on her wrist.

SuperGwendoline could hardly believe her spineless, passive pliancy herself   "Oh Dear, what's the matter with me? What kind of superheroine am I, anyway?" The tousled blond crimefighter agonized." A real heroine would fight to the death, rather than let a villain drag me off, to a fate worse than death!"

Her first disastrous defeat by an attractive, male villain had seemingly crushed the plucky, self reliant heroine's spirit.  She felt submissive and dependent on her conqueror, as though he had become her rightful master, somehow.

"I suppose, I wouldn't even resist, if he dragged me off by the hair?"  SuperGwen thought in self loathing.  "But he's so strong!  I didn't have a chance, against him!  Even  against Supermom  and me both, he beat us  both up!  I can't be expected to fight a monster like him, all by myself!"  She told herself in justification, then thought.  "Oh my goodness, but  he's kind of cute too!  Why does he have to be so mean?"

Jack stopped. and turned toward the super shapely heroine. He stared hungrily at her ripe, scantily clad figure.  Her embarrassingly large breasts trembled in apprehension. "Oh Dear Heavens! I knew it!  He's going to RAVISH me!"

"Gee the poor kid looks scared to death, but I'll never get another chance with a superheroine, I suppose!"  Now, that Jack had succeeded in rendering the desirable superheroine helpless, and at his mercy, he felt suddenly shy and awkward.  He gulped nervously, and said.  "You sure are beautiful!"

SuperGwendoline shivered fearfully. "Gee, he thinks I'm beautiful, but Oh Dear!  I fear that only means, he's going to have his way with me, now!"  SuperGwen thought in alarm. "Oh!  I hope he doesn't hurt me too much! I've never been ravished before, but I suppose it had to happen some time!"

SuperGwendoline well knew, that ravishment was the occupational hazard of superheroines, but though she had been a superheroine all her adult life, it never happened to her before. The poor dear was understandably nervous at the prospect!  Of course, there had been that terrible incident with Lady Erotiqua, but SuperGwen was doing her best to blot that horror form her mind.  It was certainly the first time she had ever been at the mercy of a male villain, anyway.

As SuperGwen struggled with her emotions, Jack awkwardly grabbed her around the waist, and pulled her to him.  He felt her ripe, enticing body trembling.  He kissed her on the lips, with shy gentleness.

SuperGwen stiffened in fear and resentment, but as Jack's hot lips pressed against her own, that odd feeling of compliance returned, more than compliance, perhaps. She knew she'd never met a man so strong and masterful. As Jack continued to kiss her, with passionate gentleness, SuperGwen felt all quivery inside.  Before she knew what she was doing, she opened her own lips slightly, and, forgetting her superheroinely virtue, returned the kiss.

"Oh Dear! What am I doing?  But it's such a nice kiss, even if he is an awful, vile villain!"

By the time Jack finally stopped kissing her, Gwen was giddy and weak in the knees.  When the dastardly villain released her waist, her trembling legs gave out, and, nearly aswoon, she sank, helplessly, to the ground.

"Oh, gee, that was nice...Dear heavens!  What's the matter with me! I've got to get a hold of myself!  I'm a superheroine, and he's a villain!  I can't be falling for him?"

"Well, here goes nothing!" Jack thought.  "If I don't do it, I'll always hate myself!" He took off the black shirt and trousers, that Erotiqua had supplied, to make him look more menacing, and now SuperGwen found him very menacing, indeed.

SuperGwen looked up at Jack's nakedness, in alarm. Seeing him naked scared her, and shocked her maidenly modesty!  Jack was the first male villain she ever saw in that state. The frightened Superheroine tried to look away, but she couldn't help herself.  Once she glanced at his...his... she couldn't bear to say the word, even to herself, she couldn't look away

"Oooh Dear!  It's huge!  I never imagined evil men had such big......!"

Helplessly crouching at the villain's feet, poor SuperGwen couldn't tear her eyes from Jack's huge member.  She was like a bird, hypnotized by a giant snake.  Without thinking, not even aware she was doing it, SuperGwendoline reached out, and touched her conqueror's horrifying  phallus.

"Ooh!  It's so big and hard!"  The mesmerized crimefighter breathed, audibly, in terror.

Jack's chest swelled with pride,  "You really think so?"  He asked.

Gwen looked up at him, in surprise. "Of course it is, You Dastardly Villain!  You've
probably raped hundreds of helpless superheroines with that awful thing!"  Along with her terror and shocked outrage, though, Gwen wondered.  "Gee!  He's so strong,  but kind of shy and cute, too!  Why does he have to be a villain?"

"Well, I can't let him see how scared I am, and if I get it over with quickly, maybe he won't hurt me!"  SuperGwen thought, and blurted out boldly. "I suppose you're going to make me take that awful thing into my mouth?  I've heard that's what you nasty, evil villains make helpless superheroines do!"  Yet, despite her righteous horror, SuperGwendoline was just a little curious, as to what the experience would be like.

Jack hadn't thought of such a thing.  In fact, his ideas about ravishment were rather academic and literary, and he was somewhat hazy about the actual mechanics of the process. But, now that SuperGwendoline mentioned it, her suggestion seemed like a great way to start.

"Would you?"  Jack asked, hopefully.

"What choice do I have?  I'm at your mercy, you evil monster!"  SuperGwen pouted, rather prettily. All the while her eyes, big as saucers, were glued to that frightening, yet so fascinating, tool of male dominance.

"Well, I guess it's all part of being an irresistibly beautiful Superheroine!"  SuperGwendoline told herself, in resignation, as she slid nearer to Jack.  She opened her mouth, which was already widely agape, a little wider, and slid her ripe, cherry lips around the villain's terrifying phallic weapon.

Jack stiffened, in shocked delight.  "Oh, wow!"  He gasped.  "That feels terrific!"

"Mmmff!  You think so?"  SuperGwendoline mumbled, her mouth very full.  "Well, at least, I'm doing it right!"  She thought, in satisfaction, as she sucked and licked and kissed the weapon of terror, almost as though she were actually enjoying this degrading act of subservience.

As SuperGwen was just getting into the rhythm of the debasing act of submission, Jack said, in a choked voice.  "You better stop, or I'm afraid I'll come in your mouth!  Could I do you, now?"

SuperGwen slid her lips from the horrifying tool of masculine aggression, seemingly with some little reluctance. The plucky heroine wasn't sure she'd mind his coming in her mouth.  "It would prove, that I'm a brave, tough superheroine, who can take anything!"  She said to herself.  Of course, it might be nice, if he did the same thing to her!  Gwen never heard of a villain doing that for a captive superheroine!

"Oh well! I'll have to let let you do it, if that's what you want !  I'm at your mercy!" SuperGwendoline panted, with what might have been mistaken for eagerness, in other circumstances.

Jack knelt down beside the panting, helpless superheroine, and his own hands trembling, removed her costume. That tiny part of Jack's mind, still thinking objectively, was amazed at the extreme sensitivity of his touch. His fingers and palms tingled as he caressed the velvety contours of Gwen's abundantly ripe breasts. He had never felt anything so intensely! Gwendoline was equally amazed by the near electrical shock of Jack's hands. His gentle fingers gave her goose bumps, all over her voluptuous body.

As Jack took off SuperGwen's halter, he kissed one of the irresistible rosebuds, that delightfully tipped her snowy breasts. SuperGwen gasped in pleasure.  "No! It's not pleasure!  He's just tickling me!" Gwen told herself.

Jack tongued the newly stiff, thrusting spike, and SuperGwen's whole body stiffened in shocked delight.

"Oh, now the other one!"  SuperGwen breathed, huskily, in her giddy pleasure, forgetting a superheroine's disdainful dignity.

Jack eagerly complied with her request, and by the time, his lips slid down to SuperGwen's delectably rounded tummy, the blond heroine was moaning hungrily. Jack kissed and sucked the delicate, indented cup in the center of her firm belly, and SuperGwen almost went mad, with anticipation.

"Oh, you dreadful villain, you're torturing me to death!"  SuperGwendoline almost wept in eagerness, as Jack's lips worked teasingly down, closer and closer to the fragrant flower of her passion, yet  frequently lingering on some especially delectable dimple or beauty spot.

At last!  When SuperGwen was nearly insane with desire, Jack reached the sweet, fleecy juncture, of her succulently rounded thighs.

"Oh that tickles my nose!" Jack whispered.

As Jack tongued and kissed the darling intimacy of that sweetest of superheroinely pussies, SuperGwen nearly swooned in oblivious  ecstasy.  Yet, even at the height of erotic delight, the selfless superheroine, could never forget her sense of justice and fair play.  She worried that her villainous conqueror was not achieving the same ecstatic stimulation.

"Gee! He's doing all the work, and I'm having all the fun!" Actually, Jack was thoroughly enjoying himself, but Gwen remembered her Aunt's lecture on the birds and the bees, when she was a girl, and suggested an alteration in their positions. Jack eagerly complied. The delectable, blond crimefighter was entering quite wholeheartedly into her own ravishment.

As they changed position, SuperGwen breathed, a little proudly.  "My auntie said they named this after her!"

By now, both evil villain and chaste superheroine, were nearly mad with desire. It was time to consummate SuperGwen's ravishment. The virtuous ravshee quite eagerly guided the diabolical ravisher's engorged member, the very emblem of his arrogant male dominance, into her hot, wet, eagerly waiting pussy.

As their passion mounted, SuperGwendoline remembered  a few other tips, her Auntie U-69 had given her.

As the flood tide of passion at last ebbed, Jack and SuperGwen snuggled contentedly in each other's arms.

"I know it's time for you to take me back to HER! Halloween is nearly over!" SuperGwen breathed, in resignation. "Even so it's been the sweetest Halloween, of my life!"  She added with a joyful, little sob.

"Oh Gwen!"  Jack cried.  "I could never take you back to my awful sister, now!  As long as I have the D'Arcy Girdle of Power, I'll never let her bother you again!"

"Oh Jack!  Do you mean it?"  SuperGwen sighed happily, just as delighted by Jack's eagerness to defend her, as for her reprieve from slavery to the diabolical Lady Erotiqua.

Jack and SuperGwendoline left the pumpkin patch, hand in hand, gazing soulfully into each other's eyes.

"Oh Jack!  What will that awful woman do to Supermom?"  Gwen asked sadly.

"I don't know, Dear, but there's not much we can do, until she loses her dark power at Midnight. Supermom will recover her strength then, and can save herself.  If we try to rescue Supermom, while that Luther woman still has her Evil Coven Power, she's liable to change us into pumpkins, or something!"

"Ohh, I don't want to be a pumpkin!"  SuperGwen shivered.

"No Dear!"  Jack grinned, as he patted one of the heroine's, more than ample breasts.

"Oh you!"  SuperGwen giggled.

While Jack and SuperGwendoline discovered the delights of ravishment, Leticia was gleefully riding her enslaved Superheroine neighbor all around the pumpkin patch.  She  whacked Supermom's shapely, well muscled backside, with the pseudo-Kryptonite paddle at every twist and turn, while the gallant Matron of Might wailed in misery.

As midnight approached, though, Supermom weakened by the magical kryptonite and the terrors of the most horrible Halloween of her life, stumbled on a pumpkin, and collapsed under Leticia's weight.

As Leticia cursed her clumsiness, Supermom sobbed hopelessly on the ground.

"There's just one more thing, I just must do, while I have the big cow at my mercy, like this!"  Leticia chortled happily. She kicked Supermom's boldly muscled backside.

"Up on your feet, Superdumbell!" Leticia commanded harshly, tugging on the fallen crimefighter's hair.

Poor Supermom, somehow, dragged her aching body erect.

"Now, lean over, and grab your knees!"

"I won't!" Supermom quavered, pouting rebelliously. "You've done enough to me, already!"

"Didn't you swear to be my slave, and do whatever I told you?" Leticia sniffed. "I guess your Superheroine's word is worthless, huh?"

"Oh Dear!" Supermom thought unhappily. "Why did I ever promise her that, for?  I did give my word, though, and a superheroine never breaks her word! It's one of the worst violations of the Superheroine Code!  I'd be a disgrace to the Superheroine Sisterhood! I'd never be able to look my sister crimefighters in the face again!"

In miserable resignation, the wretched Woman of Steel leaned over, and grasped her dimpled knees, presenting her solidly rounded backside to Leticia's  malicious inspection. For the first time in her distinguished crimefighting career, Supermom wondered if the Superheroine Code was all it was cracked up to be.

Leticia gestured, and her paddle transformed into a flexible, three pronged pseudo-Kryptonite whip.

"Oh please!" Supermom whimpered.  "Not that!"

"Hee, hee!  Yes this!" Leticia snickered maliciously, and without further ado, went to work on Supermom's broad, shapely bottom, with demonic enthusiasm.

The pseudo-Kryptonite wasn't as painful, in itself, as the real Kryptonite had been that awful day Billy and Wendy spanked her, but Leticia was much stronger, and had more leverage.  Supermom was soon yowling in terrible distress, as Leticia mercilessly scorched her gorgeous behind, until it was blazing, a molten scarlet.

The evil halloween witch whipped Supermom's winsome bottom cheeks, until the Matron of Might was shrieking, uncontrollably, for mercy. Of course, the neighbor from hell, immensely enjoyed the unfortunate superheroine's blood curdling screams.  They added immeasurably to the charm of the moment, and she  didn't stop until her own arm grew weary.

 As Leticia finally lowered the whip, she realized that her Halloween fun was nearly over. Time to get home! The kids were alone! They were well able to take care of themselves, of course, but Hades only knew what mischief they'd get into, unsupervised. Those kids were a real handful, even for so formidable a parent as Leticia.

"Now! What should I do about Superbimbo, here?"  Leticia wondered.  "Well she likes that big pumpkin over there, maybe that's the place for her?" Leticia gestured, again, and conjured up Kryptonite bondage restraints. She pushed and shoved the weeping, cowering Superheroine toward the huge pumpkin, the same one the hapless crimefighter had unsuccessfully tried to hide behind earlier. Supermom had no heart left to even protest.

When they reached the pumpkin. Supermom whimpered.  "Wh-what are you going to do to me?"

The only reply was a nasty laugh, as Leticia flung the big heroine across the pumpkin face up.  As her scorched bottom cheeks touched the pumpkin, Supermom squealed in anguish. Leticia began to bind her muscular limbs, while Supermom begged her to stop.

Leticia secured Supermom, in the most painful, embarrassing and vulnerable bondage, her diabolical mind could devise.

"Oh Leticia! You're not going to leave me here, like this, naked and defenseless, are you?"  Supermom quavered, fearfully.

"Heh, heh!  What do you think? Yes, as it happens, I am!  You just better pray, that none of the neighborhood ruffians take a short cut through the pumpkin patch, before Midnight, and find you in this compromising position, Superslut!"  Leticia snickered .

Supermom shivered in dreadful apprehension.  Oh, would this dreadful Halloween night never end?

"Next best thing to turning her into a pumpkin!"  Leticia giggled, as she mounted her broomstick and flew, sedately, off home. "The dumb superbimbo will get loose at Midnight, but I don't think she'll come looking for me, even with her superpowers back!"  Leticia thought smugly.

It was true! In her embarrassing predicament, Supermom had no heart for just retribution. Her only thought, was the heartfelt  regret, that she'd ever suggested SuperGwendoline go looking for a pumpkin.