White Star
in
Halloween Tricks


It was a dark night, and it was Halloween. Not a night like any other, not for kids, not for parents, and not for one very special woman, dressing in her apartment. By day, she was Officer Deborah Wilson, or Debby, for short. At night, though, she often became the heroic White Star. The police, at least certain high up ones, knew of her dual life which made things much easier on her.

Now, though, she was stepping out of the shower, before heading out for her night patrol. Halloween always had action, though it tended to be tame, mostly pranks. 'Still, it didn't hurt to be ready for anything' thought the beautiful heroine as she examined her naked form in the mirror.

She stood 5'9, and weighed in around 140, a sleek and attractive package. Her hair was blonde, short, and curly. Her eyes a very pretty green. Her legs were long, her butt round and firm, her breasts a full 34c.

After looking herself over, she smiled, and got dressed. Her costume was simple. The main item was a white spandex bodysuit, with gold trim, and a gold star across her chest. She slid into it, naked under it, and did up the small, nearly invisible, fasteners that it had at her crotch and along her back. Over it, she slid on a short, white, cotton skirt. She next slipped a pair of silver anklets on. They kept her feet warm, and safe from any cuts, or pain, of dirt, and let her stay barefoot safely. Then a small belt, with three pairs handcuffs, and some other things. Lastly, a pair of white silk gloves, with yellow lace trim.

Geared up, and ready, she opened her window, and zoomed out, into the night.

White Star zoomed up, into the chill night air. She didn't go too high, perhaps 20 feet over rooftop level and aimed for the residential areas, as her goal for tonight was to keep an eye on the kids out trick or treating.

An hour or so passed by, uneventfully.

Then the heroine saw a small child, crying. He was about eight and dressed like a clown. She landed by him. "Hi." she said, with a smile, "What's wrong?"

"I'm lost!" he wailed.

She knelt by him, and, with some patience, and carefully asked questions, soon learned who he was and where he lived. Then, she said "We'll get you home!" Picking him up, then telling him to hold on, she lept into the sky.

He laughed, as it was very cool, and she flew him home, landing near his house, and letting him walk the rest of the way. He was now quite happy, and waved at her eagerly. "Thanks! Thanks!" he said.

She smiled. It felt nice to do a good deed. Hopefully the rest of the night would make her feel just as good.

Once more White Star patrolled the areas that the trick or treating kids would stick to. Every so often she'd land, often talking with parents, and seeing what thier concerns were. The parents were quite happy to have the heroine stop and speak to them, though some of the fathers thought not so pure thoughts about the supple form of the heroic White Star.

Around ten she saw a couple kids with a box of eggs moving for a house. She swooped down, landed, and said "Hi! I really hope that you weren't going to egg that house."

They looked and stammered "W..wow! It's White Star."

"That's right!" she said, happily, then she added "Now, put those eggs down, gently, and go have non prank fun."

The two kids nodded, and set the eggs down. They were soon gone, thrilled to have met the heroine, and she put the eggs safely on the porch - then she heard a scream!

Swooping into the air, she quickly located the source. A cute redheaded girl, dressed in a belly dancer's costume, was surrounded by three guys, who were clearly frat boys and drunk.

She landed next to the girl and asked the men "What is the meaning of this?"

They were stunned, for a moment, then one said, with a leer "We're planning on fucking her!"

Another added "Yep. We'll take her to our van and fuck her all night long." The girl whimpered in fear!

White Star shook her head. "You'll do no such thing. Now, go home."

In response, the thrid one jumped her from behind!

However, the well trained heroine shifted, grabbed his lunging wrist, and tossed him over her shoulder, into one of the others. She then stepped forward, and with a quick series of attacks, knocked out the other two. She then escorted the girl home, accepting the lucky young thing's thanks.

Then, the heroine leapt into the air, heading for home. She was pleased with how quiet it had been, so she decided to call it an early night.

She zooomed easily though the air, then she looped back! She saw two teens, maybe 17 years old each, sneaking up to an old, supposedly haunted, house. It was fairly normal for kids to break into such places on Halloween, but she thought that she'd go chase them out of the place. She landed on the porch and followed them inside, perhaps a minute after they had gone in.

She entered a foyer type room, paused, and listened. She heard movement upstairs, and moved to the stairs, slipping up them silently on her bare feet. At the top she paused again, and peeked, and saw light from a room. She moved up, once more, and then stepped inside.

"Freeze!" she yelled, and the two boys jumped. One held a large flashlight. They were in a bedroom that was dusty and in which the main item of furniture was a large, 4 poster, bed. The two spun, and immediately recognized the popular heroine.

"Oh, geez, it's White Star!" one said. The other stammered out "We weren't doing anything wrong, really!"

"I can see that, but, you still shouldn't be in here." she said, calmly, as she walked into the room, unknowingly waking the malevolent spirit that resided in the house. Normally it was very weak, but it was quite powerful on Halloween.

"Why not?" one said, as the other nodded in agreement with the question.

"Because it's not your house, and it's not safe, as it's abandoned." she replied, calmly. But, her honed heroic senses seemed to pick up on something, and with some nervousness she shifted deeper into the room, unwittingly stopping centered between the posts at the foot of the bed. Unknown to anyone in the room, that was the perfect spot for the spirit to get her.

The two teens noted her momentary nervousness, being bullies by nature. They grinned "What's wrong White Star?" asked one.

"I bet she's afraid of ghosts!"

"I am not! They don't exist!"

"Sure you're not!"

"Yeah, prove it!"

"Well, how?" asked the confused heroine. For a moment the two thugs looked confused. How could they ask her to prove it. The heroine waited, assuming, by instinct, the classic heroine pose. As she stood there, with her hands on her hips, her leg apart, breasts pushed out, the spirit began to work on the teens minds, causing them to start to view her as a woman they wanted to see helpess and not as an authority figure. This was done in a deep, subconscious way, and none of them - guys or heroine - realized it.

The spirits magic worked on the boys, and one said "Well, how about this. Stand like that, close your eyes, and dare the ghost to do something!"

The heroine thought for a moment. It would be safe for her to do so - if they rushed at her for some reason she'd hear them, and if they snuck out, well, that was fine. She wasn't planning on restraining them or arresting them, anyway. So she nodded, and said "Ok, I'll give this 'ghost' one minute to do something." It was clear, from her tone, that she did not believe that there was a ghost.

She then closed her eyes, saying "Ghost, if you are here, you have one minute to do something to prove you are real."

On any other night of the year those would have been harmless words - but it wasn't any other night of the year, and on this night the spirit was powerful, and in this room more so.

As she stood there, couting the seconds aloud, she didn't hear two stunned and soft gasps as long ropes formed on the posts at the head of the bed, and, as she said "One minute." they shot at her. The two ropes raced unerringly at her wrists, and even as the heroine opened her eyes and said "There, no ghosts.", they reached her.

Her hands had started to drop from her sides when a rope wrapped around each glove clad wrist. All she could do was say "What??" in shock as they tightened, and then pulled back. White Star was pulled back, onto the bed, arms pulled wide over her head.

Her green eyes were wide in shock, her jaw open, speechless. The two teens were as well, and also quite aroused.

However, she found her voice again when one of her pairs of handcuffs floated off her belt and one cuff closed around her left ankle. "What's going on??" she said, still stunned as that leg was pulled wide and cuffed to the bedpost - apparently by itself. "Whoever you are stop now!" she said, panicky, as the process repeated on her other foot, leaving her spread and helpless on the bed.

Then things got worse for her. She gasped as she felt hands pass over her, in a caress from head to toe. The boys, however, gasped at what happened as a result of that caress. Her clothing turned ghostly and vanished! It reappeared, moments later, across the room, leaving her naked!

The heroine pulled at her bonds, but to no avail. Then the bed made a creaking sound, as if someone had gotten onto it.

"Who are you?" she asked, panicky. "Why are you doing...oh, God, no!"

The boys wondered for a moment why she said the last, then they could tell. Something pushed into her exposed pussy - they could tell by how her nether lips suddenly spread, as if there was a cock between them.

Then the bed started to rock, and her hips were being pounded by something. They quickly realized that the Ghost was fucking the heroine! They grew more and more aroused as her protests were mixed with gasps and moans.

"Oh, god, no, stop!" Whitestar screamed, as she felt somthing push into her. It felt strange, not like a man at all, but just like pure energy itself was inside her. It filled her about the same as a normal sized cock would, and was moving very rapidly into and out of her.

And, she began to respond. Her amazonian heritage, one she was unaware of, kicked in, causing an ancient curse to affect her, as it did all amazons. As the intense pounding continued, her cries of protest began to change to gasps of pleasure.

The two teens watched. Somehow, they knew that if they tried anything with her the ghost would kill them, and, so, though aroused, they stood, watching, and listening. And, soon, they found themselves glad that did!

White Star had long forgotten about them, given the sensations she was feeling, and soon, she felt herself nearing climax. "Oh, no, please!" she yelled out "Please, don't make me cum! If you do, I'll be powerless for an hour!"

However, the ghost did not stop, and soon, the poor heroine was screaming out in orgasm.

And the two boys slipped away, grinning, and heading home, to post what they had seen - and heard - onto certain chat rooms and web pages on the internet!

When she finally recovered from her orgasm, she found herself free. She got dressed, wondering where the boys had gone, and then headed out, quickly, to fly home.

The ghost grinned to itself - she'd be back, perhaps with more heroines, and it would be waiting for them. For, her own orgasm, with it's power, had made the thing stronger, more able to be active any time of year, at least at night, for short periods...

So, even as White Star flew away, she was unaware of the long term effects of her Halloween adventure!