David Reimus felt like he was going insane. First, there had been a riot starting in the center of the city. He, along with the rest of his news team, was sent to report on it. They had set up, started recording, observing the insanity all around them… and then two of the other cameramen had started raping the reporter. The scariest part, though, was that David wanted to join in… even now his cock was so hard that it burned like it was on fire.
What was wrong with him?
He cowered down in the back of his van, trying to tune out the screams all around him. This was a nightmare. It was just a dream, it wasn’t really happening… if he stayed here, rocking back and forth, squeezing his eyes shut, soon he would wake up and then he would laugh at the insanity before asking uneasy questions about how he had felt about it and the inevitable wet stain on his underwear, but at least it wouldn’t re-
“Come over here…”
The voice came in a whisper, straight into his mind… a hissing command that bypassed all conscious thought, reaching out and grabbing him by the brain stem. He pushed himself to his feet, eyes wide, frantic. Without knowing why, David staggered his way over to the window, looking out, staring with shock as… as Supergirl, one of the greatest heroes on Earth, was being held down by a monster, her bare breasts on full display. She was scraped and cut, covered in bruises, resisting, but being held down by hands and tentacles… and a monster cock, looking thick as a tennis ball can, jutted out of his body towards her.
He stared, transfixed, looking on as more and more of her tight clothing was ripped off her body… so hypnotized that he didn’t so much as flinch when a cold hand came to rest on the back of his neck. “Show them…” that same voice hissed aloud, heard no longer in his mind, but echoing with unreal clarity right into his ear, the man standing behind him untouched by the chaos that surrounded them. “Show them all…”
Numb, stunned, David reached down and picked up the news camera, not even checking to see if it was still uploading to the network before he lifted it to his shoulder and began to film… and behind him, Mardakk the Magnificent grinned as the footage began to go out worldwide…
Kara didn’t know that she was being filmed, that others were watching her humiliation. She was too busy struggling even to notice – she never even saw one of his fists swinging at her as quickly as a flash of lightning, smashing into the side of her head and sending her rocking against the tentacles holding her. The lithe, athletic body of the blonde girl shuddered beneath the hit, her struggles momentarily stripped away from her by the stunning impact as she sprawled out undignified and pathetic, dazed from the sudden blow to her skull.
“Now… let us begin,” Ishagnar mocked as he loomed over the helpless superheroine.
Supergirl, despite herself, began to truly panic. She had lost. She needed to get away, to get help… to escape him before… before… She tried to pull herself along the ground, attempting to crawl away, but Ishagnar’s tentacles held her, smiling as he watched her ass wiggle beneath the skirt of her outfit. “I’m going to make sure you learn your place,” the demon promised her. “And make sure the rest of the world knows it too…”
Supergirl twisted her face, finally forcing the hand off of her mouth. The blonde screamed in outrage as she felt the tentacles slowly sliding up her squirming body, tearing their way through more and more of her instantly recognizable outfit. The demon’s many limbs explored her nude form… putting pressure on her jiggling tits, feeling her up. She squealed in shock and disgust… a horror like this was something that any crime fighter had feared at some point, especially after what had happened to Black Canary, but she was the strongest… It shouldn’t have been possible. To be disgraced like this in any circumstance would have been horrible… But now, with Ishagnar claiming her in the open, it was even worse than she could have imagined.
“Get off of me!” she cursed, shaking from side to side with all the strength she could muster as his hands closed over her breasts, squeezing her bust and pushing them together. How was it possible to feel so weak? She had the strength to lift buildings… how could he be so far beyond her? “STOP THAT! Get your stinking hands off of me!”
The demon’s only response was to chuckle and pinch her nipples between two meaty fingers, forcing another weak little shriek out of the abused superheroine. Her eyes widened and her face twisted in a look of humiliated pain as Ishagnar continued to pinch, tug, and twist her sensitive little buds, laughing at the feel of the defeated superheroine in his hands and watching her shake with fruitless struggles as he molested her body like she were a prostitute he had paid for the privilege.
Ishagnar ran his hands over her skin, every bump and boil and welt on his demonic flesh a new twig of texture against her sensitive, exposed parts. “This is the best hero your world has to offer?” he said, almost in disbelief. “No wonder they needed to lock me away. I was expecting a warrior! Instead, what I got was a dumb, cockteasing blonde cumrag with a stuck-up attitude.” Ishagnar continued to torment the thrashing and humiliated superheroine’s breasts, his hands pawing and groping and squeezing them from every angle. To Kara, it felt like she was being groped by a dozen men at once even before the tentacles were taken into consideration… They squeezed and clenched all over her body, feeling her up in half a hundred places at once. Her legs kicked, her breasts bulged, the tatters of her skirt fluttered, and Supergirl was forced to endure the single most humiliating experience of her life as the demonic monster thoroughly degraded her. “If not for Azarath, I’d have conquered you all long ago!”
The demon’s dark hand traced over her long, tanned legs and up beneath her short skirt, and when he drew those hands back down they came with a crimson pair of panties. Kara fought harder in the face of that utter humiliation, but her kicking only resulted in ripping one of the bands in the struggle. The demon drew them down over her little red boots, dragging one of those off her feet in the same motion.
Her strong, tanned legs stretched and the muscles in her upper thighs flexed and twitched as she fought, but all that did was cause her skirt to flutter, exposing to the air glimpses of her blonde-fur-thatched pussy and her tight, athletic ass.
“STOP IT!” she snarled, her eyes glowing red for a second in her fury as she called up her heat vision again and was left with nothing to use it on with the monster behind her. Her eyes tried to follow the one tentacle in her vision, dancing joyfully around before her face like a hypnotized snake, daring her to try to burn it before dancing away. Her rage, the sheer indignity of it was overwhelming, but if she were to try to block it out, if she were to admit to herself that there was nothing that even her most potent abilities could do to save herself, then there would be nothing left but fear. “Others are coming! Stop this now and I-”
Kara’s words cut off in a horrible, choking gag as that taunting tendril took advantage of her speech by forcing itself into her open mouth. Supergirl was suddenly, horrifically shut up as it pushed inside of her, writhing much as his tongue had… but this wasn’t a tongue. Instead, it felt like…
“NMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!” Supergirl shrieked, her eyes wide. “NNNN! GUHHHTTTT YUHHHH DUHHHCCKKKK UHHHTTTT UHHHFFF MUHHHH MUHHHFFFFFF!” Her scream filled with rage and horror and sheer humiliation as she realized what the tentacle plugging her mouth felt like. She strained against him, trying desperately to bring her arms forward to grab onto the tentacle and rip it out of her mouth, and she was restrained even more easily than before. Never had Kara felt this helpless. The demonic creature just laughed and shoved the girthy tentacle cock further into the superhero’s mouth, ramming it to the entrance to her throat.
Kara’s fight changed from the coordinated struggling of a fighter to panicked thrashing. She immediately gagged, her scream devolving into choking sounds as the squirming tendril of flesh inexorably began to burrow its way into her throat. The sound of her choking and gagging filled her ears, almost but not quite covering up the sound of Ishagnar’s laughter as her face contorted in disgust. The blonde heroine did her best to rise into the air, just pushing against the ground with her legs and her Kryptonian powers both. In the past, she had accelerated upwards quicker than a rocket – now, she couldn’t even get herself to budge against his strength. How could he possibly be this strong? “How many people do you think have longed to see this?” the demon taunted, squeezing her breasts again while the heroine gagged. “Decades of fake edited photos and skimpy news shots… thousands of fantasy stories… and here Supergirl finally is, learning what that sweet, cocksucking mouth is actually good for.” He purred in pure pleasure, reveling in every fantastic sensation as he force-fed the struggling superhero a phallic meal.
Kara narrowed her eyes. If he felt that much pleasure from that shaft, it meant that it could feel pain… and she was Supergirl. Furious, she gathered her strength, and then in a savage, determined movement she bit down on that raping tentacle… and if she were any less durable the force of her bite might have turned her teeth to dust. Despite feeling like flesh against her tongue and throat, the tentacle was harder than stone to her teeth. It felt armored, invulnerable to her assault. With Kara’s teeth clenched, Ishagnar didn’t even pause as he continued to thrust inside of her… he just kept slamming away, driving several of the boils against Kara’s clenched teeth and jaws. The supposedly soft protrusions of flesh smashed against her teeth, nearly breaking them on its way to use her mouth like a cheap sex toy, and the ringing agony echoing through her teeth forced Kara to pop her jaw open as far as it could go just to avoid having them ripped out of her mouth.
Ishagnar didn’t seem discomforted. Instead, he moaned mockingly. “That was nice,” he said through a smile. “The worst part about violating a bitch’s throat is that it’s never as tight as it could be. It was very sweet of you to make a nice, tight hole for me to fuck. I appreciate it… but if you do that again, I think you’ll eat the rest of your meals through a straw or a cock from now on.” He pinched both of her nipples between his fingers again, twisting them. “Without your teeth, you’d be a lot uglier… but if you make me, I won’t hesitate to rip them from your mouth and use your throat like a free-use cocksleeve for the rest of your miserable life.”
The threat was true enough… Kara realized, to her utter horror, that if she tried to bite down and hold it those unyielding bumps on his tentacular cock would batter the teeth from her mouth. She was helpless. That new knowledge hit her all at once like a hammer, overwhelming her with a solid wave of hopeless, dismal failure as she realized that she couldn’t get her limbs free, couldn’t burn him with her eyes or freeze him with her breath… hell, she couldn’t even bite him. There was nothing left she could do to defend herself.
With her attempts to force to cock out of her proven useless, Ishagnar began to push himself in and out of her throat more aggressively, her lithe body in her tattered outfit twisting and thrashing as her face was raped by the demon’s inhuman tentacle. Kara’s throat felt crammed full, so plugged up with dick that she couldn’t breathe. She was gagging constantly now, so harshly that her vision was going dark around the edges and she had lost control of her limbs… every bit of her body was dedicated to a hopeless attempt to clear the blockage she was choking on. The redness faded from her eyes as her impotent rage took a backseat to her suffering, blue eyes watering as the thick tentacle cock plunged in and out of her in a disgusting oral violation.
“G-G-GGLLAAAUUHHRRGGG!!!!” she choked and wretched around the swelling, malleable cock being pumped in and out of her, and her stomach heaved and revolted. She puked, but for the most part it had nowhere to go… disgusting, phlegmy drool spewing out of her nose and mouth, covering her face and that violating shaft in thick, ropey strands as his cock thrust again and again, forcing most of her mess back down the tube.
“What a disgusting little whore,” Ishagnar laughed. “No wonder this world is mine, when its heroes have so little dignity. Can’t even take a cock. How does it feel, Supergirl? How does it feel to be so weak and impotent that you can’t even accomplish what the cheapest street whores of Metropolis could manage?”
Kara wanted to scream. Instead, she could only gag as he continued to pound her struggling throat. Supergirl could focus on nothing but air, her choking neck working constantly to clear up any room to breathe, trying desperately to survive the brutal rape she was being put through. Right now, she didn’t feel like a hero. Years of fighting crime, of protecting the world from monsters and aliens and mad geniuses and cosmic horrors, years of being untouchable and undefeatable, and what had it got her? She didn’t feel so undefeatable now, helpless and vomiting on her rapist’s cock as he savored his triumph over the guardian of this planet.
The sounds she made were indescribable… Her throat was making the kinds of wet, sloppy sounds that a plunged toilet might make as she choked and spluttered, the shaft of lustful flesh hollowing out of her face and neck in the most messy, slimy way possible. His hands never stopped molesting her breasts while he face fucked her, either, and each new spike of pain made her throat clench tighter still as he used her tits like stress balls. Supergirl’s face twisted in agony as she felt that tentacle being shoved all the way down her throat… he wasn’t just fucking her, he was practically skewering her. She thought he might be about to come out the other end any second… she felt full, like she had just finished a meal. His cock was in her stomach. The very thought was revolting, and even if she wasn’t gagging Kara would have probably vomited again. This time, however, she made even less progress than the first time… her throat wasn’t a vessel for anything as mundane as food or breath anymore. Ishagnar had converted it into a cocksleeve for his pleasure.
It appeared that that milestone was some kind of signal to the demon. He paused for a second, deep inside of her. “Honestly, I suppose I prefer you like this. You sound a lot better choking on cock than talking about truth and justice.” Kara felt his chuckle inside of her when he laughed next… the tentacle inside her neck rumbling with his amusement. “I suppose that’s enough foreplay,” he said while forced tears leaked down her cheeks. “It’s time to start the main event.”
Supergirl had only a second to wonder what he meant before he slightly shifted his weight and his stance, and abruptly she could feel something hard against the small of her back. A few small adjustments later and that unyielding spike was wedged between the cheeks of her ass, prodding uncomfortably against the opening between them. Kara’s eyes went wide in absolute terror as she suddenly realized exactly what the bastard was talking about.
Her scream were almost silent around that cock… the only sound was something like humming. That didn’t mean that Ishagnar didn’t notice it, however. “Oh, that feels fantastic, fuckdoll,” he taunted. “Keep doing that and you’re going to be my favorite slave on this whole planet.” He ground his monstrous hips against her, the head of his actual cock prodding at her rear. “If there’s one thing I know about a supposedly dignified hero like you,” the demon said casually, “it’s that you all have a stick up your ass.” She felt his breath, reeking like spoiled meat, against the side of her face as he licked it.
Slowly he began to withdraw the tentacle out of her stomach, making Kara’s mind boggle as it slid down and she saw inch after inch emerge from between her lips… getting a visceral demonstration of exactly how much cock had been forced into her body. Then enough of it finally came free that she could breathe, and immediately Kara began hacking and coughing, desperate to clear her neck, spitting out demonic precum and puke and spit and who knew what else all over her face and tits as she gasped for air, her throat finally unobstructed.
“No…” she choked out at last between her coughs, staring with wide, horrified eyes at the glistening tentacle completely covered in her throat slime, sticking strings of spit and worse connecting it to her lips still… and it was still only the second most horrifying phallus in her world right now. “My friends are coming. Get that filthy monstrosity away from m-”
Her protest was silenced as, mid-word, the tentacle hovering before her slammed back in, hard enough that it rocked her whole body. There was no slow process of going deeper, no gradual increase in the ferocity… Ishagnar slammed all the way down her throat and into her digestion in a single, unstoppable motion, at the same time he pressed his body forward and began to force his cock up her ass.
“What was that you were saying, Superhero? Please fuck my uptight ass until no one would ever mistake it for tight again?” Ishagnar licked her face a second time while he raped her throat and ass at the same time. One of his hands closed around a fistful of her messy blonde hair and he yanked back and forth, forcing the weakened Superheroine to nod as if in agreement. “My pleasure…”
“NUHHHHH! NUHHHTTT MUHHHH UHHHSSSSS!” Supergirl screeched pathetically as he pressed against her. The ribs and scales and spikes and boils and who even knew what else adorned his cock slid painfully against her sphincter, rubbing it red again and again and again as it painfully stretched around his impossible girth. Kara attempted yet again to free herself, but that only led Ishagnar to hold her more strongly still, squeezing her limbs with tentacles until they felt like they were about to be crushed, squeezing her breasts until the sensitive mammaries bulged between his fingers. The weakening struggles of the defeated superheroine only brought more pleasure to the plundering monster. He didn’t hesitate or wait on ceremony… with all the cold mercy that industrial equipment would show to trapped flesh he began to shove his entire shaft into Supergirl.
Kara somehow found some air to scream with again, but the sound of agony only brought more shivering pleasure to the shaft down her throat. The blonde swore she could feel something ripping inside her, her body opening more and more with every microscopic advance of his plundering shaft. It didn’t feel like a dick. It felt like a sword. His body seemed to radiate that dark, lustful energy, and it was at its most concentrated around his cock… it burned at least as badly as Kryptonite did just touching her. He wasn’t just touching her, however… every movement of his body drove him closer to her, inexorably pushing more and more of him into her tight backdoor.
One inch at a time, he forced himself forward, and Kara could do nothing to stop him. She squeezed with her whole body, determined to stop him in his tracks, resisting with everything she had. Supergirl’s ass squeezed tight enough that she could have crushed coal into a diamond… it should have smashed a rod of mere flesh into a violent and messy paste. Instead, it didn’t even seem to noticeably slow the demon… Ishagnar moved forward slowly but unstoppably, more like a force of nature than a villainous rapist. Supergirl was howling in pain at the sensation of the thick cock being forced up her ass… it was thick as a baseball bat and she started to cramp immediately, her whole body shaking in humiliated agony.
Ishagnar, for his part, laughed. “Look, hero,” he taunted. His hand on her hair pulled and wrenched her face upward. The motion slid her back and forth a bit on the tentacle fucking her face, but that wasn’t the demon’s point… instead, he drew her attention upward, showing her the helicopters in the air… the news crews watching her, looking down at her humiliation. “You see them,” he taunted, grinning against her skin, “and they see you. Hey, look, I’m Supergirl, the greatest hero in the whole world and here I am getting raped half to death in front of you all!” The demon laughed again. “Wave to your fans,” he said, using a tentacle to make one of her struggling arms shake towards the cameras above.
Kara could only look on in horror before her eyes started to roll back in her head, her determination fading into muffled squeals and pained sobs as she desperately wished for this to end. She had fought as hard as she could, and she couldn’t stop any of it. She couldn’t fight him. She couldn’t bite him. She, the strongest woman on Earth couldn’t even stop herself from being violently raped in her asshole on national news. She wished that she could just pass out from the pain rather than be forced to endure this… but her Kryptonian durability worked against her now. She remained horribly conscious as the demon subjected her to a one-villain spitroast, suspended in the air in a grip of tentacles and sinewy arms as one cock plundered her throat and the other burning member forced its way deep into her tightest hole.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, his hips hit her ass. Her stomach was bulging, and Kara had no idea how much of the unnatural fullness she felt was from the tentacle down her throat and what came from the cock up her ass. She felt like she had sat on a telephone pole and Darkseid had driven her down to the base, except not even Darkseid had ever been this irresistible to her. Part of her strained against that thought, sure that there was something wrong with it. He couldn’t be that strong. Her mind, however, was not up to working out the puzzle while she was raped, screamed as the cock slamming down her throat sped up.
“And now,” the demon said with a purr of pleasure, “it’s time to enjoy the spoils.”
The demon slid back out, bit by bit, and then he began to fuck her. Immediately hammering his way through her body with unquenchable lust. Kara’s mind lit up with agony and the superheroine felt she had gone more than half mad. Her asshole had never been meant to take anything near this large, no one’s had… but a human would have been shredded by it. Her nerves scraped away or sliced to pieces, her asshole gone numb. Supergirl was too tough for that, and she paid for it now. A cock half his size would have been painful, but a thick shaft of punishing rapemeat drove itself in and out of her a dozen times in half as many seconds and it felt more like a buzzsaw inside her asshole than it did being fucked. Supergirl’s sphincter stretched agonizingly, stretched to oblivion, and her asshole went raw and red, but despite that the pain never grew into a numb haze… she felt every second of her rape as her insides were rearranged to make room to house her conqueror’s colossal cock, and it never grew more tolerable. Kara could feel her mind crumbling beneath that onslaught, each thrust of that cock deep into her ass sending spiderwebs through her psyche.
With her raped ass taking up all of her slipping sanity, it took Supergirl a moment to realize that the tentacle embedded in her throat was starting to go faster again. “Your asshole is tight,” Ishagnar said, pleased. “At least there is one part of you that is worthy of my attention. Let’s try to bring the rest of you up to that standard, shall we?” One of his tentacles coiled its way up her body, brushing against her cheek in a rough caress before it began to coil around her throat. Kara had only a moment to realize what was coming before it tightened like an anaconda, squeezing her throat, massaging the other tentacle through the flesh of her neck as it choked her. “That’s better,” the demon growled. “Now your throat hugs my cock like this world’s ruler deserves.”
Now that her throat was tighter, each thrust felt like it was bulldozing its way through her neck. The cock would draw back enough that the squeezing embrace on her neck would close her throat completely, and then his cock punched her quivering hole back open again on the way down. Both of Ishagnar’s cocks raped the blonde heroine like he was stabbing her, making her spasm and flinch in a dozen different directions at once as she tried to escape agony so horrific that not even her worst nightmares had imagined. She could only breathe in tiny gasps, and only in the instant when his cock withdrew from her throat but before it had been crushed closed once again. A thick, sickening sludge of spit, vomit, and precum was dredged out of her neck with each withdrawal, sending it spilling down Supergirl’s chin to drip down. It gathered on her sore breasts and the tattered remnants of her torn shirt, all but completely covering the ripped remnants of the emblem on her chest with the collection of his semen. Her throat and ass both struggled valiantly in a heroic effort to push the tormenting shafts out of them, the desperation of her attempts matched only by how monumentally unsuccessful they were. All she managed to accomplish in her attempts was make her holes contract pleasurably around the demon’s cocks, bringing him a euphoria to match her agony.
Supergirl’s body was suspended between the two cocks slamming in and out of her holes. The one driving through the tightness in her neck dragged her head with it as it moved now through sheer force and friction, making Kara feel like her neck was going to snap, or maybe it was going to tear her throat as it face fucked her. She felt like she was vomiting non-stop now, her whole body rebelling against the treatment, and it didn’t matter because there was just nowhere for it to go… the only thing that escaped her throat-turned-cocksleeve was what his dick dredged back up with it as it went.
The only thing that matched the violence the tentacle was showing was the disgusting, distorted thing raping her asshole. The way Ishagnar pounded her from behind made it feel like the demon hoped that his two dicks might be able to meet in the middle, skewering her on cock. He seemed strong enough he might be able to actually do it, too… only the fact that he wanted to keep using her as his personal masturbation toy kept him from tearing a new hole through her. The demonic invader pounded his massive cock deep up her rear passage, seeming to make sure that each and every brutal thrust made Supergirl’s life find a new pinnacle of misery as he filled her thrashing, struggling body to its breaking point. Her body hung in his grip, jerking in an anguished spasm between his two cocks as they slamfucked her at both ends, spitroasting the heroine more brutally than she could imagine any woman had ever suffered.
Supergirl tried to scream. She tried to beg. She tried to make any sound at all. Around the gooey, messy cock plunging in and out of her throat, however, only wet choking noises emerged. Her body rocked to the rhythm of Ishagnar’s will as it overrode her own, violating her in his brutal conquest of Earth’s mightiest heroine. Her eyes began to roll back in her head, not that she could see through the tears that filled them anymore as she was utterly humiliated by both of Ishagnar’s dicks plunging deep into her holes.
“It’s time to introduce you to the only reward a pretender of a heroine deserves,” the demon growled, hip and tentacle pounding in tandem while she suffocated. Both of her holes were being beaten into the shape of the rod indulging in them, shocks of pain rampaging their way through her body with each thrust. The speed just kept increasing until he was slamming into both of her holes in a blur, and Kara’s mind kept growing fuzzier and her vision darker as her air situation grew more and more dire with each strained beat of the superheroine’s heart. She gagged and choked around the domineering tentacle as it rammed backwards and then forwards and then backwards and forwards again like an engine’s piston, and the sounds of flesh rubbing against flesh were matched only by the wet, sucking sound as she tried to breathe around her rapist.
Then, just as her air grew so stale that her mind distantly became aware that she was dying, the demon came. The tentacle suddenly widened in her neck, the tip blooming larger in a way that made her neck bulge. Then the shaft shuddered, and Ishagnar was pumping a thick load of cum straight down into her stomach. Supergirl choked, trying to breath and cough and throw up all at the same time, and all that resulted was her spitting up some of the bitter, rotten-smelling cum to make a mess across her face. She was faced with the decision to swallow most of what had escaped her throat or drown to death in the demon’s sexual ecstasy, the hot cum tainting every inch of her insides as the leftovers came out of her nose and splattered across her tits.
He tore himself out of her throat, allowing the raped heroine to take a desperate gasp of air mere moments before passing out, and the tentacle continued to spit its seed all over her… decorating her already befouled face with a fresh layer on top of the disgusting seed painting her features. Demonic jizz streaked her hair, dripped from her forehead and nose into her eyes. The cum sizzled and smoked against the latent heat from where her laser vision had once erupted as it soaked into eyes. Blinding her and dripping slowly down her face to make a mess of the rest of her too.
And throughout it all, the demon laughed. Kara was forced to endure the most humiliating defilement of her proud features and beauty, and throughout it all he never stopped forcing himself in and out of her tight, virgin asshole. As she coughed and breathed in cum while trying to sate her greedy lungs, he was hard at work slamming hard enough from behind that she kept losing her breath all over again, his absurdly thick cock pounding the defeated blonde up her butt while she bucked and twisted and writhed in his grip.
She could breathe now, though. She could fight.
Kara once again tried to struggle, putting all of her Kryptonian strength into the fight… trying to tear her way free of his grip. Inch by inch, she pulled against the tentacles binding her… making some progress, gaining some measure of freedom. She would get free. She would escape him, and defeat him. She was Supergirl and she couldn’t fall like thi-
She felt it when Ishagnar let go of her hair and breast, but she couldn’t see as he curled his meaty hands into fist significantly harder than stone. She couldn’t see it when he drew back, but she certainly felt it when he began to drive them into her like they were sledge hammers. Kara’s already cum-streaked vision went completely white as he began pounding a successive barrage into her kidneys, each punch curling so that he dug the leading knuckle as far into her as he could. Kara’s stomach didn’t really have the strength to vomit more, but the sheer force of the punches drove some of the cum clogging her stomach back out of her, sending it leaking down her chin as he drove fist after fist into her sides as if he wanted to crush her like an empty beer can.
After a few punches like that, Supergirl realized she wasn’t trying to get free anymore. Instead, she was just trying to bring her arms and legs in close to her like shields, to curl up into a ball, reflexively trying to protect herself from the pain like a defeated victim, and she knew her struggle had failed… but it didn’t keep Ishagnar from continuing to beat her as he raped her.
The blonde superheroine sagged in his grip as he pummeled her, and when he finally stopped she was limp in his grip, being held aloft triumphantly in his tentacles as she was turned into a living fleshlight for his pleasure. “And they call you a hero? This is what you’re good for, Hero!” Ishagnar laughed as he defiled her, his hands returning to molest her breasts once again. It seemed like a statement – she wasn’t a foe to fight, she was just an object to be played with. “And this is what every woman you’ve sought to protect is good for. They thought you were powerful. They thought you would protect them. What do you think they think about their savior now?” He gave her hair a self-satisfied tug, arching her back in the tentacle bondage. “Do you think they believe you can protect them? Or have they realized that all you are is fuckmeat? A demon’s cocksleeve, made to be raped and broken and pumped full of my cum?”
Supergirl coughed. “They’ll… know… better…” she forced out. She didn’t think she had any strength left in her. She knew that she looked like an absolute mess, her face covered in cockslime and even more degrading substances, but Kara tried her best to be defiant and determined anyway. “When we… defeat you…”
Ishagnar only kept jackhammering at her stretched asshole as quickly as he could, drawing a loud scream from her now that her mouth was unplugged. “You think that’s going to happen?” the demon mocked. “Let me tell you how this story is actually going to end.” His hands moved forward, cupping onto her breasts hard and pulling on them as handles. Then, keeping his hips unmoving, he began to ram her up and down on his length by her tits, dragging her painfully back and forth. “You’ve been live on television, hero… and I’ve made sure they kept broadcasting.Did you really think that your friends, the other pathetic heroes that try to defend this world, could watch what I’ve done to you and stand by, doing nothing?”
Slowly, dramatically, he began to push the sharp, clawed tip of his fingernail into her nipples, piercing her all-but-invulnerable skin with a slow, dramatic skewering. Kara’s eyes went wide as the sharp, unexpected pain suddenly shot through her like a bolt of lightning, and she screamed as her nipples were pierced in a slow, clawing agony. “They already have come to save you, girl… they’re already here. Only they aren’t your friends anymore.”
Ishagnar laughed in her ear as he began to hook his finger through her newly pierced nipples, stretching them in agony. Kara screeched as he began to practically fingerfuck her nipples, sliding the tips of his fingers in and out of the hole he had made. “NUHHHHH!” She screamed again, almost beyond thought as she looked down in horror, watching her nipples bulge obscenely as he deformed her body to create a new and unique way in which to rape her. “STOP IT!”
“That’s what the women of this city are saying to their heroes right now,” Ishagnar told her, mocking her as he began to curl his fingers inside her nipples. “Your cousin, thoughtless… lost in his lust as he finds woman after woman. I can feel them,” the demon said with a laugh. “I notice he keeps finding blondes to take his cock, Kara. It’s so sweet to know he’s thinking of you. Batman is going to send a dozen women to Arkham by the time he’s finished, but for very different reasons than normal. And that’s nothing compared to the torture chamber of imagination that the Green Lantern has in store once he finishes picking who the first of his victims will be… at the moment, he’s having a few of them compete for the privilege.”
“You’re lying!” Supergirl squealed as he began using his new, macabre handles to rape her ass ever harder… but even as she said it she feared he was not. That was precisely what they were afraid was going to happen if any of the male heroes entered the chaos consuming the city… why Kara had come here instead. And could they really watch her fail and not try to come to her aid? If they had decided to risk it anyway, and their concerns had been right…
It meant that no one was coming to save her.
She couldn’t help herself. She opened her mouth in a defiant cry against fate itself, and as she did another of the tentacles slammed home, plunging down into her throat, taking its rightful place as the next in line to violate her. Her scream ended in a cock-pleasing gurgle… and as if the agony and humiliation of her defeat weren’t enough, as if her world hadn’t sunk down into a pit where there existed nothing but the suffering of rape, she felt yet another of his tentacles brush against the cleft between her legs, sliding over her pussy.
Kara wanted to protest. She wanted to struggle. But what she wanted didn’t matter anymore. Ishagnar just laughed mockingly as he disregarded her will in favor of his own, making her shake in a novel form of agony as a third rape-tool of a tentacle began to force its way into her as-of-yet untouched pussy. The tentacle had spikes on it, and Ishagnar twisted it back and forth with each push as it began to burrow into her… only her superhuman durability kept her from being gutted and bleeding out from the cunt. Supergirl shrieked around her new oral violation as the mighty heroine, the savior of Earth through so many trials, had her every hole thoroughly invaded by the monster’s cocks. Before this, she had never known defeat. Now she was publicly stripped and held in the air in the remnants of her tattered cape, blouse, and skirt, with thick cocks speared through all of her holes. The blood dripped down her breasts, flinging dropplets across the remnants of her costume to disappear into the crimson of the cloth. No matter what way she tried to move her bucking and shuddering body it made no difference – Ishagnar’s many violating limbs continued to plunge in and out of her unwilling body while he used her viciously pierced tits like handholds.
If it was her first violation, maybe she could have held up. If she had hoped someone could rescue her, she might have held strong. If she had known defeat before and been better mentally prepared for it, maybe she could have resisted. Instead, what little defiance Kara still had the will to muster amounted to little but a pathetic series of GLURKKKK NGLLLLKKKKKK NGGGLLLLKKKKKK sounds that spat up more of the cum already clogging her stomach all over her bleeding tits.
Ishagnar was coming to some kind of climax to his violation. With every movement the thick cocks slamming into her cunt and ass seemed to speed up more. Her whole body was in the worst agony she had ever felt in her entire life, the feeling of her insides being rearranged to make room for more cock something no woman should ever have to experience. Her rapistdidn’t care. He kept violently pushing into her resisting pussy and defeated asshole as her superhuman strength tried and repeatedly failed to deny him access. Her body jerked and bounced back and forth and up and down as the demon who had claimed her invincible body raped her faster and faster, jerking her around like a ragdoll as she was yanked and pulled and pushed in every direction, spasming in agony and disgust.
Then it happened.
The seed in her stomach had been disgusting and slimy and awful. The demonic jizz that poured from his diseased balls and out of his true cock felt like it was boiling, impregnated with the dark, lustful energy that made even touching him awful. Supergirl screamed in agony as Ishagnar began to blast her cunt and ass full of his thick cum at the same time, and an instant later the tentacle wedged down her throat began to cum again… pumping the savaged heroine full of the violent results of his rape.
“This is my gift to you!” Ishagnar roared as he slammed all three of his cocks as deep into her holes as he could without simply ending her life, determined to make sure that Supergirl experienced the maximum agony of his darkness-infused cum splashing deep into her guts and flooding her womb, forcing yet more slimy spooge into her already stuffed stomach. “You will be the first of this world to know my conquest… and while there will be others, so many others, you will always be remembered as the slut who made it all possible!”
Supergirl hung there for another few seconds, the defeated center of a one-villain gangrape. Then, abruptly, all of the cocks withdrew from her at once along with the binding tentacles, and Kara simply didn’t have the strength to hold herself up. Only his hands held her now. The defeated heroine hung limply from his grip like a cum-soaked rag in his grip, and the only thought that could sink into her exhausted mind was that at least it was over.
But it wasn’t.
When the monster wrapped his arms around her legs and worked them back around behind her neck it took Supergirl a few moments to realize what was happening. Her dazed mind struggled to process it for a long second… then, with horror, she realized that his cock in her ass had only grown harder since he came, and the ridges on it began to grow into pointed spikes, pressing into her asshole from the inside like knives. “Wh- what?” Kara breathed out. “That’s… that’s not…”
“What?” the demon said, a chuckle on his breath. “Did you think we were done?”
Then, holding her motionlessly in his grip, the monster began to rape her again.
As Kara hung suspended in the air, helpless and exposed in a full-nelson bind, Ishagnar’s spiked cock rammed into her with absolutely brutal force. Each thrust was a searing agony, as if he were tearing her apart from the inside out. Her screams echoed through the city but her captor was relentless, his grip on her tightening like a vice… holding her stationary in the air while he railed her.
This transformed cock gave her pain unlike anything she had ever experienced. Kara’s body shook uncontrollably as Ishagnar continued his violent assault. Kara’s mind reeled, consumed by the savage sensations coursing through her. Before he had been suffocating her but now that she was allowed to breathe freely it hurt too much to do it and her breath came in ragged gasps. She could feel unyielding muscle of his hands digging into her flesh. Kara had torn through titanium like paper before and she couldn’t even budge this monster, holding her in place as he brutalized her with merciless efficiency.
Despite her suffering, Ishagnar showed no signs of stopping. It was as if he were determined to break her completely, to reduce her to nothing more than a vessel for his twisted desires. With each savage thrust, Kara felt her will to resist dwindling, her body growing weaker and more exhausted.
But even in the depths of her agony, a spark of defiance burned within her. Kara refused to give in, to let Ishagnar have the satisfaction of seeing her broken. Even as tears streamed down her face, she steeled herself for the battle ahead, determined to convince herself that she wasn’t defeated yet… that she could survive this nightmare and find a way to escape the clutches of her sadistic captor.
The demon’s ruthless assault on Kara continued, his spiked cock relentlessly pounding her ass with brutal force. The pain was so intense that Kara could feel her consciousness slipping away, her body surrendering to the unyielding torment. Yet even as her mind screamed for mercy, her stubborn will refused to give in entirely.
In between the anguished screams, Kara tried to focus on any morsel of hope that could potentially lead to her escape. As Ishagnar’s thrusts grew more frenzied and savage, Kara tried to focus… She tried to tap into the same wellspring of inner strength that had helped her survive countless battles in the past. She had powered her way through Omega beams before, and defeated dark copies of herself through sheer willpower and determination. Kara knew that if she could just stay conscious, if she could just hold on a little longer, she might find a way to neutralize Ishagnar’s power and reclaim her freedom…
But Ishagnar seemed determined to rape that thought right out of her head. He could sense her determination and his assault intensified, each thrust more brutal than the last. Her limbs felt heavy and unresponsive, rendered nearly useless by the excruciating pain coursing through her. If she were a human rather than a kryptonian that cock would have ripped her apart from the inside already, literally eviscerated her from the inside out… only her supernatural physique had kept her alive to suffer longer. Kara felt her resolve wavering, the darkness creeping in at the edges of her vision. It was taking everything she had to stay conscious, to keep fighting against the overwhelming torment that threatened to consume her entirely.
She refused to let Ishagnar have the satisfaction of seeing her broken and defeated. She did her best to strain against his arms as he bounced her up and down on his cock, watching with wide blue eyes as her belly bulged out each time it sank all the way into her. “Get… get off…”
“I mean to,” the demon said. As Kara’s rape continued, Ishagnar’s tentacles rose back up and then suddenly sprang into action. They lashed out like whips, striking her bouncing breasts with a ferocity that even her nearly invulnerable skin could not withstand. The pain was searing, each lash leaving deep welts and causing her to cry out in anguish. Each slap of a tentacle was strong enough that it could have flipped over a truck, and it made her tits flop wildly. Kara’s chest heaved like the sea at storm as she screamed, gasping for breath… her eyes widening in horror as she felt like she was being beaten to death by the abusive tentacles.
The tentacles continued to strike her breasts, leaving a trail of burning welts in their wake. Her nipples ached with each blow, the intense sensation sending shockwaves of pain through her body. Kara gritted her teeth, trying to stay silent, but the pain was too much. She bit her lip to hold back the screams, her eyes filling with tears.
As Kara hung suspended in the air, her body wracked with pain, she realized that her resistance was futile. Ishagnar’s brutal assault was relentless, and each savage thrust left her weaker and more exhausted. Her arms and legs felt like lead, rendered useless by the unyielding torment. Kara knew that she couldn’t keep fighting like this, but the thought of giving in was unthinkable. The emblem on her chest… it might be ripped and ruined but it was still more than just cloth and color. It was a symbol, a beacon of hope to the people who believed in her. The people she had sworn to protect. She couldn’t… couldn’t give up.
Deep down, Kara knew that she had to endure, that she had to find a way to survive this nightmare and bring Ishagnar to justice. But in that moment, all she could think about was the searing pain and the hopelessness of her situation. The darkness crept in at the edges of her vision, threatening to consume her entirely.
As Ishagnar’s assault intensified, Kara felt her resolve wavering. She knew that she had to act soon or risk never being able to strike back against her sadistic captor… but her body felt so heavy, so exhausted, that she couldn’t muster the strength to fight back. Instead, she lay there, taking the punishment, her mind reeling with pain and despair. Kara wanted to beg Ishagnar to stop, to plead for mercy, but she couldn’t make herself do it. Not yet. She clung to the last vestiges of her pride, determined not to give him the satisfaction of hearing her beg. As the pain continued, she wondered how much longer she could hold out before her will finally broke.
As Ishagnar’s brutal assault reached its climax, he grunted in pleasure and released his cum deep inside Kara’s aching ass. Kara screamed and pleaded, “No, anything but this!” but her cries fell on deaf ears as her captor continued to fill her with his seed.
Immediately, Kara felt her belly start to swell, expanding at an alarming rate as Ishagnar’s cum flooded into her. Pump after pump it shot into her, adding to the cooling loads she already felt inside of her… more and more demonic seed filling her up from his dick. Kara felt impossibly full, the pressure inside her becoming unbearable. Kara’s stomach churned, and she felt like she was going to throw up. Seconds later she realized how horribly right she was as she retched… and then the sheer volume of the demon’s spunk began to flood up her throat and out her mouth, spilling down over her face and neck and onto her breasts.
Kara choked and gagged on the thick, sticky liquid as it dribbled out of her mouth in a steady stream, her whole body trembling with revulsion and pain. She felt completely and utterly defeated, her once-proud form now soaked in Ishagnar’s cum… what little was left of her costume now only a symbol of her humiliation and subjugation.
As the last of his cum spilled from her mouth, Ishagnar finally released her from his grasp, letting her body drop to the floor with a sickening thud. Kara lay there, gasping for breath, her skin slick with sweat and cum. She felt broken, both physically and emotionally, her spirit crushed by the relentless torment she had endured.
Her broken body clung to his swollen, spiked cock as he slowly pulled her off of him. Kara barely noticed… her mind drifted, only half conscious as he finally worked his dick out of the swollen hole that he had shaped perfectly to his dick. When it finally popped free of her ass another flood of cum came with it, and the once-proud Supergirl let out a pathetic, whimping coo as a gallon of spunk poured out of her in a lewd flood.
“So falls Earth’s mightiest woman,” the succubus said with a sneer. Then he dropped her.
Kara hit the rubble-strewn floor with a wet-sounding impact, cum splattering off of her as she did… and she didn’t move.
Somewhere inside of her, a very, very quiet voice insisted that she had to get up. She had to fight. That had been the voice that had inspired her to try to live up to her cousin’s standard, to help people, to be a hero. That voice sounded so weak and pathetic and uncertain now… the voice of a hopelessly optimistic slut. Kara didn’t rise. Instead, the heroine lay there shivering and twitching, making incoherent mewling noises as her body trembled from the pain. She looked at least six months pregnant from the amount of jizz that had been pumped into her – the beautiful blonde’s teeth chattered against one another as she shook in silent sobs, her limbs twitching and her stomach rippling as demonic jizz oozed up out of her parted lips and from between her thighs and asscheeks. It formed a puddle beneath her that she soaked in, a filthy pool of seed that the helicopters overhead made tiny ripples form within. What was left of her torn cape and rag-like clothing was soaked in it, sticking to her body like splotchy paint as her vomit, blood, and spit began to dry on her tits, keeping the splotches of cum company as it settled on her abused flesh.
The demon wasn’t even paying attention to her anymore. He was staring up at the sky, his arms limp at his sides. The hideous monster was hard to see now… he looked like the beautiful man, the perfect incubus as he radiated so much of that dark, lustful energy out into the world that it burned her eyes to look at him… but she also felt more of it coming back towards him.
“…stop… you…” Kara whispered. A tiny hint of the defiant superheroine showing up again as her body twitched in a motion that could have, conceivably, been an attempt to get up if it was being done by a puppet with severed strings. “Stop… you…”
“You had your chance,” a man’s voice said. “You’ll never defeat us now.”
Kara hadn’t seen him. He walked into her sight without even looking at her, paying her no more mind than the demon did as he dragged one of his feet through the rubble, tracing a curved line through the dust and debris and semen until it met itself on the far side, making a circle. He looked so utterly unremarkable, save for the x-shaped scar across one of his eyes, that in the wake of her horrible fate and the demonic presence beside her it took Kara a moment to realize that she knew who he was. “It was you,” she whispered weakly, her eyes starting to glow… though nowhere near as bright as once they had. “You’re the one who raped Dinah.”
“That’s right,” he said, his voice utterly unconcerned by her rage… and apparently for good reason. No matter how hard Kara tried, she couldn’t seem to summon enough of her power to scorch him, and her body barely responded to any attempts to move it. “Raped a lot of other women, too. Killed quite a few of them… all to help pave the way for today.”
She could only stare at the strange, comparatively normal man as he approached her, grabbed her by one ankle and pulled her a few inches closer to him, perfectly into the middle of the circle had made in the rubble, and she didn’t feel strong enough anymore to resist. Her hair was dragged along, leaving a slime trail of cum in its wake.
Finally, too late, she realized what she was facing. Magic.
The sorcerer looked up, peering around at the sky for a minute as he considered. Then he turned back to her. “Do you know why you couldn’t defeat us, Supergirl? Why you’ll never be able to defeat us, now? It’s because you didn’t believe you could,” the man said as, slowly he began to strip out of the garments he wore. “An incubus like him – like us – feeds on lust… but it’s not the only thing that empowers us,” he continued as his shirt hit the ground. “For violation, for claiming an unwilling woman, there is nothing better than pain… than fear… than your suffering… and your defeat. In the middle of all this feminine misery, millions of women crying out in the same note of violation at once, you never had a chance. And now that he’s raped you, now that you’ll always know he was able to violate you completely, you never will. Forever, you will be nothing but a fuckdoll for us… just another helpless victim.”
Kara looked at the dark mage in horror, and realized that she could feel the same dark energy radiating off of this man, this human man, as she had the demon… the same power that had reduced her will and autonomy to nothing. “No…” she whispered.
“Yes,” the sorcerer promised. There was no bravado in his voice… he meant every word. “No matter what happens next, you’ll always be a victim, Supergirl. You will always be a toy for us on demand… one that we could defeat and conquer at will.” He shook his head, and slowly a demonic grin crossed his face, his teeth seeming absurdly bright. “And that… that’s not even the full extent of your failure, hero.”
The sorcerer who had kidnapped all those women, the same monster who had violated her friend, put one foot on her shoulder and pushed. Kara rolled over to his mere human strength like she was a doll rather than a Kyptonian who could out-muscle a runaway locomotive as he pushed her fully onto her back. “Smile, Supergirl,” he said as he looked up at the buzzling helicopters circling overhead. “The world is watching.”
A look of horror and matchless humiliation filled her face and fresh tears dripped from Kara’s eyes as she looked up at the news helicopters, circling like vultures above her… waiting to feast.
His pants dropped, revealing a cock that seemed all the more nightmarish for how it was attached to a normal, human body… almost horrific in its mundanity. It wasn’t spiked, or covered in ridges or boils… but it was large, and hard, and planning to violate her, and that alone was enough to make it send her mind reeling, sputtering in fresh spasms of horrified dread.
He kicked her legs apart, and the weakened superheroine couldn’t do much but moan as he settled between them. The sorcerer didn’t even seem the notice the cum on the dirty, cracked pavement, or leaking from her already-raped hole. She just felt the head of his prick as he dragged it up and down her over-sensitive lips, parting her cunt like it belonged to him… and, to her horror, she realized that somewhere deep inside her mind it did. That realization horrified her… he was right. The truth of her already-existing violation, the deep-seated dread her rape had instilled that her consent and will and wants and hopes and dreams simply didn’t matter, made her powerless against him as he slowly sank into her unwilling cunt like it was a welcoming home for his prick.
Without concern or care in the world, without taunt or drama, he began to rape her. Compared to the demonic tentacle rape she had just suffered, the inhuman horror of it, this was almost casual in its simplicity… and somehow that made it almost worse. This was just a man, and he could take her autonomy from her just as easily as the monster had… convert her from superheroine to fucktoy with equal ease. From above, the world watched its greatest heroine be treated like a cheap whore by a mere man, and she wanted to weep at the humiliation.
“Do you have any idea how this feels to the rest of us, you slutty little sunflower?” the sorcerer groaned in his pleasure. “Can you even begin to understand how much more impactful you are to this world as my fleshlight than you were as a hero?”
“It’s not you, and I’m not yours,” the humiliated blonde hissed out, and tried to ignore the way more cum leaked from her lips as she did. “You didn’t do anything. This victory isn’t yours.”
If she expected him to be angered, he wasn’t. Instead, he laughed. “I’ve done everything,” the sorcerertold her. “I’m still doing everything. All of this, all that has happened, and you still don’t understand what has happened here?” He reached down her body, grabbed onto her nipples made agonizingly sensitive by the stretched hole the demon had put in them, and squeezed them as he twisted. “This world’s greatest defender is this blind. You really are too stupid to deserve freedom. It’s a mercy to put you out of your misery.” He yanked on her nipples, making the blonde scream, but the whole time he still just casually stroked in and out of her, putting almost no effort into his rape of the legendary blonde… like it wasn’t even worth his time. “Didn’t I tell you we feed on lust, on despair, on the hopelessness of a woman violated and the desire of a man to do the same?”
He released her nipple with one hand, grabbed onto her chin, and with no more than mere human strength he forced her face to look around. In the windows of a dozen buildings, she could see the glowing red lights of cameras. Cameras pointed at her. People with cellphones broadcasting her. Webcams put onto windows sills and streaming her. News cameras looking down from helicopters… and all of them watching her being raped. “Do you think anyone, anywhere, will be able to keep themselves from watching? Even if for a few seconds… will they be able to stop themselves, Supergirl?” he asked with solemn finality. “All across the world, billions of women are watching their idol prove that they are nothing but weak fuckdolls waiting to be forced to the ground and raped. That not even the strongest woman is capable of defending herself. Billions of men are watching, their cocks hard and wishing that it was them between your legs. Billions of points of lust, and despair, and misery, and hopelessness… and it’s all directed right here. At you. All gathered into one spot.”
The sorcerer smiled. “That’s all the power I need to make this world mine. Ours.”
The monster had said that her violation was what doomed her world. Panic flooded Kara’s heart. “I won’t… let you…” Supergirl whined out, her eyes wide.
The sorcerer smiled at her. He stilled inside her, his pumps stopping with the head of his prick pressed painfully against her cervix. “Too late,” he said. And his cock twitched and he began to piss.
At first, Kara didn’t realize what was happening. The warm liquid spilled into her and she thought he was cumming… it took a moment for her to realize that there was simply too much for that to be the case. His piss poured into her like a flood, polluting the core of her femininity and befouling her womb. Kara wailed as she realized what was going on, a fresh level of humiliation she had never considered blasting her brain like he had started pissing directly into it instead. The hot urine kept coming, and at exactly the moment she realized that he was using her as a toilet instead of a fucktoy, the moment she realized she wasn’t even worth enough to be worth raping to this sorcerer, she felt the flood of power radiate off of him and the world changed.
The sky went red as beneath the waiting incubus the ground simply fell away. A black dot appeared in the center of the sun overhead, seeming to eat it from within as a matching black orb beneath the demon’s feet consumed the ground, forming a deep pit that grew and grew with every beat of her heart. Around them, the puddle of cum started to bubble and boil, and Kara could feel the intense, dark lustful energy that had burned her earlier baking every inch of her skin on the outside, every inch of her raped stomach and throat and mouth and cunt and ass as that dark energy poured into her like the rays of the sun. Unlike the yellow sun dying in the sky above, however, this light didn’t empower Kara. This light took its strength from being… not… and as it grew around her she was all but consumed by it. As the sorcerer cried out in ecstasy, his stream of urine finally stopping, he held one spread hand up to the sky and the circle around them glowed a brighter red than her cape ever had as a pentagram formed beneath her, and he screamed and…
And the sun died.
For a heartbeat, all was dark. For a heartbeat, Kara couldn’t see anything at all. Light didn’t exist anymore. She drifted in a dark void of pain and humiliation and rape, pinned down in a puddle of boiling cum. Then from that darker-than-dark pit beneath Ishagnar, a crimson light rose and a new fiery orb, burning the blood red of hellfire, rose into the sky above…
And in its light she watched as dark, misshapen things began to crawl out of that pit and into the world. Monsters, here to rape, to ruin, to conquer. Monsters her violation had allowed them to summon from whatever hell that demon called home.
Kara’s weakness, her pathetic defeat and even more pathetic rape, truly had doomed the world.
In the crimson light of the hellfire above, the sorcerer didn’t look entirely human anymore. She could see his soul through his skin, black as the void itself, and even more terrifying than the demon’s was for the fact it once had been human. He smiled down at her, his eyes glinting red with pleasure as he rose, his cock slipping free of her polluted body as the circle, its energy spent, finally faded out of existence. “You might be a pathetic fucktoy with no strength and a loose cunt,” the sorcerer said coldly. “But at least you accomplished one thing in your miserable life. We raped a baby into your soul, and you gave birth to a new world for us. Good job, Hero.”
And he kicked her.
Kara, bereft of any power in the newly sunless world, toppled over the edge of that yawning black pit and down, down, down into the depths of hell…
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