Supergirl: Hell on Earth Chapter 3 - Lost in Hell

Supergirl plummeted through the void, the rushing wind tearing at the tattered remnants of her costume and her cum-soaked hair… whipping them around her like banners of surrender. The sensation of free fall enveloped her, a disorienting whirlwind of chaos and uncertainty as she hurtled towards the abyss below.

As she fell, memories of her failure hit her like a tidal wave. Ishagnar and the sorcerer who had summoned him had utterly outsmarted her and defeated her, using her rape and captivity as the focal point of a spell that let them open a portal between Hell and Earth. Her face flushed with shame as she recalled the feeling of his hands on her, his violation of her body and soul. She had been powerless to stop them... and now she was plummeting down into the consequences of her failure. The knowledge of what she had done, or rather, what she had allowed to happen, weighed heavily on her… She was supposed to protect the world, to be a symbol of hope and strength. Instead, she had become a pawn in a demonic scheme, a means to an awful end. Her heart ached with the realization that she had doomed her adopted home, and the guilt threatened to consume her.

Supergirl closed her eyes, trying to block out the images of destruction and despair that flashed through her mind. The screams of the innocent women in Metropolis as the riotous rapine orgy claimed them, the look of terror on their faces - it was all her fault. She had failed them, and now it was going to spread across the entire world and there was nothing she could do to make it right. As the ground rushed up to meet her, she could only pray that someone, anyone, would find a way to undo the damage she had caused.

Kara fell for what felt like an eternity, the descent seemingly endless… the only thing to mark a change in the endless night she fell through was the stench. With each passing moment, the air grew thicker with the acrid stench of sulfur and brimstone, assaulting Supergirl's senses and choking her with its foul odor. The scent filled her nostrils even over the stink of the semen that had polluted her, burning like a poisonous fog as she struggled to remain conscious amidst the swirling maelstrom.

The world spun around her in a dizzying blur as she tumbled through the ground in the dim light of a red sun far above, and it was only for a second in that slow tumble that she caught a glimpse of crimson stone… the distant ground rushing up to meet her with terrifying speed. Panic surged through Supergirl's veins as she braced herself for the inevitable impact, her heart pounding in her chest like a drumbeat of impending doom. By sheer instinct and long practice the dazed Kryptonian reached into her nature, calling on her energy to lift her. Trying to fly.

And her power-drained body did absolutely nothing.

When Kara hit it was with a deafening crash. She slammed into the ground with enough speed and force that it would have twisted a metal ingot into scrap. If she was anything but a Kryptonian she would have been reduced to a splatter of red sludge on the ground… but even completely devoid of solar energy her body was too tough for that. Instead the impact sent her bones ringing in her body like a struck strum, driving the breath from her lungs and sending waves of agony coursing through her battered body. The earth trembled beneath her, its fiery embrace scorching her skin as she lay sprawled amidst the smoldering wreckage of her fall.

For a moment, everything was still—the air thick with the lingering echoes of her impact, the ground beneath her trembling with the aftershocks of her landing. And then, slowly, agonizingly, Supergirl began to stir, her muscles protesting with every movement as she struggled to rise from the scorched earth.

The ground beneath her burned like a skillet, sending waves of blistering heat radiating through her body with every shift of her weight. Pain shot through her limbs like lightning and she wanted nothing more than to just lay down and die rather than get up. The only problem is that this wouldn’t kill her. She was too tough for this to do more than make her miserable. With a grimace of pain, Supergirl pushed herself up slowly, unfolding her battered body… her feet, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she rose off the scalding-hot ground. Down here the air was impossibly thick with the acrid stench of sulfur and fire… and semen. It was so caked with the stench that it was almost impossible to catch her breath… Kara felt she needed to chew the air more than she needed to breathe it in. Slowly, the tormented blonde forced herself to look around.

As far as the eye could see, the landscape was a barren wasteland of fire and brimstone, with towering cliffs of jagged rock rising up like twisted monoliths against the blood-red sky. The barren wasteland of scorched earth and jagged rock surrounded her, and she felt like it was an open question if the hot rock would cut her hands or burn it first.

And Kara wasn’t alone.

All around her, stretching out into the horizon were an absolute horde of demons of all shapes and sizes. Their eyes glowed with malice as they prowled through the fiery depths, Kara’s eyes traced over the fiery wasteland as she caught glimpses of the demons that roamed its depths. Some were monstrous creatures with twisted forms and razor-sharp claws, expressions filled with malevolent hunger as they prowled through the shadows. Others were more humanoid in appearance, their features twisted into grotesque masks of agony as they writhed in eternal torment. One particularly vile creature caught Supergirl's eye—a towering monstrosity with leathery wings and horns that curled like blackened tendrils. Its eyes burned with a fierce intelligence as it surveyed its domain, its lips curled into a malicious grin that sent shivers down Supergirl's spine.

But it wasn't just the physical appearance of the demons that filled Supergirl with dread… not just the palpable sense of malevolence that hung heavy in the air, like a suffocating fog that threatened to engulf her at any moment. It was what they were doing. There were millions of women down here. Women wrapped in tentacles. Women stuck in what looked like tar. Women trapped halfway in pillars of stone. Women held in fierce, unyielding grips by demonic muscle.

And every single one of them was being raped.

She was in the middle of an impossibly vast orgy so large and overwhelming that every scream, moan, and grunt had dissolved into a chorus that sounded more like the wind ripped through the stone crags and chasms. Millions of women were being pummeled by the inhuman creatures, much like she herself had been… and slowly, many thousands of eyes turned to her.

Supergirl felt her heart race and she began to panic as she realized the full extent of her predicament. Trapped in a realm of eternal torment, with no hope of escape and no powers to aid her, she was utterly defenseless against the hordes of demons that surrounded her… and they were coming for her. The armor of her strength and resolve was already cracked by the relentless attacks she had experienced above but Kara was forced to see that the worst for her was still yet to come. The endless horde of demons down here would eventually break her, leaving her a shell of her former self.

The first demons stalked closer to her in a group, the malicious black-skinned one in the lead. His eyes glowed crimson with lust and hunger, and as they began to close in on her Kara scrambled back like a crab on all four limbs, her heart pounding in her chest. "Please," she begged, her voice trembling. "Leave me alone…"

The massive demon at the head of the group laughed cruelly. "Ah, fresh meat. Good. We've been waiting for a fresh one," he growled, lunging toward her.

Kara tried to scrabble away but her legs were weak from exhaustion. The demon grabbed her by the arm, his claws digging into her flesh. She cried out in pain as he pulled her close, his hot breath on her neck.

"We are going to enjoy this," he hissed, his eyes glowing with desire. “You will not.”

Kara struggled against him, but it was useless. She was trapped in hell, and there was no escape. As the demon began to grab at her exposed flesh she closed her eyes, dreading the torment that awaited her.

As the demons closed in, their intentions became all too clear. Kara fought desperately, but there were just too many of them, and the blonde was too used to fighting with the overwhelming force of a Kryptonian... she had never mastered nearly enough technique to put up a credible struggle against a group as just a weak girl. Strong hands grasped her arms, legs, and shoulders, holding her back down against the scalding stone as she thrashed and screamed. The black-skinned demon with horns and glowing crimson eyes stepped forward, his massive, throbbing cock jutting out before him.

"Time to give you a warm welcome to hell," he snarled, sinking to his knees beside her. He grabbed her face roughly, forcing her to look at him as he shoved his cock into her mouth. Kara gagged and choked, but he held her head steady, slowly forcing his way further in with each heartbeat that passed.

At the same time, another demon approached her from behind. This one had long, sharp claws that glinted in the hellish light, and it used them to tear away the few ragged remains of her heroine's costume, completely exposing her naked body. With nothing at all left to protect her modesty the demon grabbed her hips and roughly entered her from behind, its claws digging into her flesh as it began to pound away at her already cumflooded ass.

She had already been raped but this was a novel pain... the foulness of the air and the heat that surrounded her threatened to cook Kara in between the sordid demons. They didn't care that she was miserable, however - they just wanted to fuck their new plaything. The demons were relentless in their assault, using every inch of her body for their pleasure. A third demon forced its way into her asshole alongside the second, and the two monsters together stretched her beyond anything she'd ever experienced before... Each movement of the two cocks abraded the injuries Ishagnar's spikes had left in her guts. She screamed in agony, but the cock in her mouth muted most of it... her misery only formed a pleasant chorus for the demons as they laughed, enjoying her torment.

And then, just when she thought it couldn't get any worse, a fourth demon appeared, this one with a cock so massive it seemed impossible. It grabbed her by the hair, yanking her head back, wrenching her mouth off the first cock that she had been sucking and pressed the tip of its truly gigantic member against her lips. Kara struggled, but it was no use... a demon behind her put a clawed foot on the back of her head and began to push, helping the newcomer force his oversized way into her mouth, stretching her jaw to its limits as it began to fuck her face with savage intensity and force its way into her throat.

The demons continued their assault, using all of her holes at once, their rough hands and claws leaving brutal marks on her skin. As the demons continued their relentless assault on Kara, she felt her body reaching its limits. With cocks filling her mouth, vagina, and anus, and her torso and limbs held down by other demons, she was completely vulnerable to their sadistic desires. The thick, foul air of the underworld only seemed to amplify her misery as she gasped for breath around the cocks in her throat.

The demon behind her, who had been holding her head still, suddenly released his grip on her hair and moved down to her breasts. He began to fondle and squeeze them roughly, his claws leaving deep scratches on her sensitive skin. Another demon joined him, biting and sucking on her nipples, causing her to cry out in pain as he tugged and twisted them.

The demons seemed to take delight in her suffering, laughing and jeering as they continued to fuck her mercilessly. The constant pounding and stretching of her holes was causing her unbearable agony, but she knew there was no escape. She was trapped in this living nightmare, and the demons would continue to use her body for their pleasure until she was nothing more than a broken shell.

As if sensing her despair, the demons redoubled their efforts, pumping their cocks harder into her abused holes. Kara felt tears streaming down her face, mingling with the cum and sweat that covered her body. She wanted nothing more than to fade away, to disappear from this hellish place, but she knew it was impossible. She was stuck here, a plaything for the demons, and there was no hope of rescue or escape.

With each thrust of their cocks, the demons drove home the hopelessness of her situation, reminding her that she was theirs to do with as they pleased. Kara felt her will to resist faltering as the torturous assault continued, her body growing weaker and more exhausted with each passing moment. She was supposed to be the one helping others… but now that she needed help, who was there who could come to her rescue? Each pelvic blow she suffered paired pain with a reminder that she had doomed countless other women to the same fate, and that no one was coming to save any of them… even her.

When the demons had finally reached their climax, they pulled out of her battered body, leaving Kara lying in a pool of cum, sweat, and tears. The thick, sizzling semen seared her skin, burning her like acid as it oozed between her fingers and toes. As she struggled to catch her breath, the sound of her heart pounding in her ears, she felt absolutely filled with despair… reduced to a mindless slave for the demons to use and abuse at their leisure.

The demons laughed cruelly as they watched her, enjoying her misery as she gasped for breath, her body still twitching from the overwhelming sensations they had subjected her to. Some of them began to stroke their massive cocks, preparing to plunge back into her holes, while others moved on to the other women just as helpless as the failed heroine who cried out in despair as the demons approached.

Kara could do nothing but lie there, her body wracked with pain and her spirit crushed by the relentless assault. As the minutes ticked by and the demons continued their horrific orgy, she knew that this was her new reality. She was trapped in hell, a plaything for the sadistic creatures that lurked in its depths, and there was no hope of escape.

The demons had taken everything from her, her powers, her dignity, and her will to fight. She was nothing more than a broken shell, a mindless slave for the demons to use and abuse at their leisure. And as the cum continued to sizzle on her skin, she knew that this was only the beginning. The torment would continue, forever, in the depths of this eternal hell.

Kara lay there, her body shaking from the aftermath of the assault as she tried to catch her breath. As the demons continued their horrific orgy around her, she couldn't help but feel a new wave of dread wash over her as she saw a new figure approaching.

The creature resembled a towering mass of writhing tentacles, each appendage ending in a grotesque mouth lined with rows of razor-sharp teeth. Its eyes, if they could be called such, were scattered across its form like malignant stars, blinking and twitching with an otherworldly intelligence that sent shivers down Supergirl's spine. The demon seemed to sense her fear, for it let out a cruel laugh that echoed through the cavern like the cry of a ravenous beast.

The tentacled demon loomed over Supergirl, its hideous form casting a shadow that threatened to engulf her completely. Kara tried to scramble away, her movements weak and feeble as she desperately searched for an escape. But there was no escape from this nightmare, and the demon's gleeful laughter filled her ears as it began to advance.

Its tentacles reached out for her, and Kara could only watch in horror as they wrapped around her body, constricting her like a vice. The demon lifted her into the air, holding her aloft as it inspected its new prize. Its eyes roved over her body, taking in every inch of her, and Kara shivered with fear as she felt its hunger growing.

The tentacled demon brought her closer to its writhing mass, and Kara could feel the warmth of its breath on her skin. It was a vile, putrid stench that made her gag, but she had no choice but to endure it as the demon's tentacles began to explore her body.  They ran over her skin with a curious, probing touch, each one tipped with a thousand-fanged circular mouth that made a leech look tame and soft as they nibbled and sucked at her flesh.

Kara cried out as the demon's tentacles worked their way between her legs, parting her thighs with no more difficulty than the demons around her had with any of the other mortal women before pushing into her most intimate areas. The sensation was overwhelming, both painful and perversely pleasurable, and she couldn't help but moan as the tentacles began to tease and stimulate her.

The demon seemed to enjoy her reaction, its laughter growing louder as it continued its assault. Kara felt herself growing more aroused despite her best efforts to resist, her body betraying her as it responded to the demon's touch. She bit her lip, trying to stifle her moans, but they escaped nonetheless, mingling with the demon's cruel laughter.

With a final, triumphant cry, the tentacled demon plunged one of its tentacles deep inside her, and Kara screamed in agony as it tore through her pathetic resistance. The pain was excruciating, but the demon didn't relent, thrusting its tentacle in and out of her with brutal force. Kara's cries grew louder, her body shuddering as the demon violated her in the most intimate way possible.

Kara felt the pain intensify as the mouths on the tentacle inside her began to bite the soft flesh of her pussy. She screamed in agony, but the demon continued its brutal assault, the tentacle thrusting in and out with savage force. Each bite felt like a hot brand on her skin, searing her with a mix of pain and perverse pleasure.

At the same time, other tentacles wrapped around her breasts, squeezing them tightly before pushing them together. The demon's mouth descended on her cleavage, its sharp teeth tearing into her tender flesh. Kara cried out as she felt the sting of each bite, her breasts now covered in a mix of blood and saliva, and the fallen heroine looked at the bleeding wounds on her tits with alarm. She had rarely even been made to bleed in combat before, but now this monster was drawing blood from her with alarming ease.

The demon's relentless assault pushed her to the very edge of consciousness. Her body shook with pain and pleasure, and she could feel her resolve slowly crumbling under the demon's expert manipulation. As the tentacles continued to tear into her flesh, Kara knew that she was losing the battle, her willpower ebbing away with each savage bite. The tentacled demon continued to rape her, and it pushed itself even deeper inside her, its tentacle reaching places no man had ever touched before. She was lost in the darkness, her cries echoing through the cavern as she fell deeper and deeper into the demon's lustful, insanity-inducing embrace.

Just as Kara thought she couldn't take any more, the demon pulled out abruptly, leaving her gasping and trembling. Her body ached, and she could feel the warmth of her own blood trickling down her thighs, mingling with the cum that still sizzled on her skin. But the demon wasn't finished with her yet.

With a cruel smile, it raised one of its tentacles to its own hideous mouth and began to suck on it, its eyes never leaving Kara's face. She watched in horror as the tentacle began to swell and grow even harder, its tip glistening with a viscous fluid that promised unimaginable pleasure and pain.

The demon lowered its tentacle toward her once more, and Kara knew that there was no escape. She could only surrender to the darkness, her cries echoing through the halls of hell as the tentacled demon claimed her body and soul.

The tentacled demon plunged two more tentacles into her helpless form, one forcing its way into her tight ass and the other shoving itself down her screaming throat. Kara's cries morphed into gagging, choking sounds as the demon mercilessly penetrated her in all three holes at once. The brutal assault on her body continued, the demon relentlessly pounding into her while its smaller tentacles squeezed and pinched her tortured flesh.

The demon's sharp teeth grazed against her skin as it savagely molested her, leaving a trail of bloody bite marks. Each painful nip sent a jolt of electricity through her nerves, heightening her agony and mixture with an undeniable spark of pleasure. The demon's vile embrace pushed her to the edge, her consciousness flickering in and out as she struggled to stay present.

As the demon continued to violate her in the most depraved manner possible, Kara felt a part of her giving in to the darkness. Her will to resist began to crumble, her resolve weakening under the unrelenting onslaught of pain delivered in ways that bent the mind and would have been unthinkable just hours ago. The tentacled demon's laughter echoed through the endless wasteland of hell from a thousand mouths, its triumphant cackle a testament to her impending doom.

Her body shuddered as the demon's tentacles twisted and probed within her, stretching her to her limits. The sensation of being filled in every hole was overwhelming, and Kara could feel herself slipping further into the abyss. The demon seemed to sense her mind's refusal to grasp the situation and its laughter grew louder as it pushed her further into the depths of its twisted desires. Kara closed her eyes, her mind reeling from the horror of her situation. She was trapped, her body and soul at the mercy of this sadistic creature. As the demon continued to dominate her, she knew that there was no escape, and the darkness began to swallow her whole.

The demon's climax arrived without warning, a thousand tentacles spitting cum out of every mouth simultaneously. The thick, viscous fluid filled Kara's pussy, ass, and throat, spilling out over her body and onto the cold stone floor beneath her. The demon's grip on her tightened as it shuddered in orgasmic bliss, its tentacles writhing with a newfound energy.

Kara was drowning in a sea of demon cum, the hot, sticky liquid clinging to her skin and matting her hair. The smell of the demon's seed was overpowering, a putrid stench that filled her nostrils and burned her lungs. She gagged and choked on the thick fluid, her body convulsing as the demon continued to empty its load into her.

The demon's laughter rang out once more, its gleeful cackle echoing through the chamber as it reveled in its release. Kara could feel the tentacles inside her twitching and pulsing, the demon's seed pouring into her with relentless force. With each spurt the demon's grip on her tightened, its tentacles leaving deep bruising marks on her skin.

As the demon's climax subsided it loosened its hold on Kara, allowing her to slump to the ground in a heap. She lay there, covered in cum and barely conscious, her body aching and her mind reeling. The demon looked down at her with a twisted smile, its eyes gleaming with satisfaction as it wandered off through the dim red light, leaving the fallen heroine lying on the ground, too exhausted to even move.

The next demon to approach her appeared as a swirling vortex of shadow and flame, its form ever-shifting and amorphous. Faces twisted and contorted within its depths, their expressions a grotesque parody of agony and despair as they beckoned Supergirl towards their dark embrace, and Kara could instinctively identify them as damned souls trapped within the demon, lost in an eternity of unending rape.

It floated closer to her and Supergirl felt the pull of the vortex from the thing growing stronger, seeming to yank on her soul and try to draw it into her. She could tell immediately that if she gave in and let it draw her inside then that would be the end for her... she would be lost forever. A part of her was tempted to let it happen. Kara could see no way to escape from here, and no way that a victory was possible. Surely it would hurt less if she didn’t hold onto hope…

But people depended on her. She didn’t have the luxury of giving up.

She resisted with all her strength, every bit of willpower the nearly broken girl had fighting against it... and her resistance appeared to anger it. With an echoing shriek that sounded more like a tornado than anything that came from a living being the shadow demon lunged at Supergirl, its swirling mass enveloping her in a shroud of darkness. Kara screamed as the demon's tendrils of shadow sank into her skin, the cold embrace of the damned souls chilling her to the bone. The demon tightened its grip, its many glowing faces leering at her with a twisted hunger that chilled her soul.

As the demon attempted to pull her into its vortex, Supergirl dug her heels into the ground, mustering every ounce of strength she had left to resist its pull. The faces within the demon's form contorted in anger, their howls of rage echoing against the rocks and crags as they struggled to drag her into their eternal nightmare.

As Kara struggled to resist the demon's pull, she felt herself falling into its dark embrace. The swirling vortex of overwhelming heat engulfed her like she had fallen into a fire, and the faces of the damned souls trapped within leered at her with insatiable hunger. The souls latched onto her body, and while the air around her was scorching hot their hands were colder than ice... freezing, spectral hands that groped at her as they attempted to claim her for their own and make her one of them.

The shadow demon's ravenous hunger was insatiable, and the trapped souls within it attacked Kara with a feral intensity. They clawed at her skin, leaving behind ghostly trails of frostbite while their spectral tongues lapped at her flesh, blistering her with their cold ethereal touch that contrasted with the burning heat afflicting her everywhere else. Kara would have thought the cold would be a relief yet it was anything but... the contrast between the two sensations made each of them worse and Supergirl screamed in agony as the souls tore into her, their violent assault a never-ending nightmare from which she could not escape.

The demon's hunger only grew as it fed on Kara's pain, its shrieks of delight echoing through the endless wasteland of hell. The tortured souls within it didn't seem to thrill in her anguish the way the demon did, however. If anything, the spectral girls seemed even more miserable than Kara was. Tears had dripped down their cheeks before freezing in place, and molten hot cum was splattered across their bodies. Their holes gaped wide open and seemed covered in bruises, and their wails were the wails of the damned... but for all of their misery it didn't stop them from dragging Supergirl deeper into depravity, seemingly eager to make her join them in misery… to introduce one more person to suffer with them and share their burdens. They forced Kara onto her back, her body pinned beneath their relentless assault as their fingers pressed against her openings, and moments later the disgraced superheroine felt like she was being brutally penetrated by icicles in her every orifice.

Kara's screams echoed through the endless darkness inside the demon, her cries mingling with the demon's triumphant laughter and the wailing of the ghostly women. The souls within the shadow demon took turns violating her, their ethereal hands and tongues exploring every inch of her body with a cold, calculating precision.

As the brutal assault continued, the trapped souls within the demon began to change their approach. They surrounded Kara, their cold hands grabbing at her limbs and holding her down. Their faces twisted in despair and hunger as they advanced on her, their desperation palpable.

One by one, the souls leaned in close, their ice-cold tongues probing her flesh as they licked her pussy. Kara shivered as their frigid touch burned her sensitive skin, each lick feeling like a branding iron searing her flesh. The ghostly women moved on to her breasts, their mouths enveloping her nipples and sucking with an insatiable hunger. The contrast between the scorching heat of the demon and the biting cold of the souls was almost too much to bear, and Kara felt her sanity slipping further away with each passing moment.

Finally, one of the ghostly women crawled up Kara's body, positioning herself above her face. The woman's eyes were wide with despair, her lips curled into a pained grimace as she lowered herself onto Kara's mouth. The superheroine caught a glimpse of the other woman's ravaged, gaping pussy, and realized she could see all the way into her womb filled with thick white sludge... then the woman sat down and Kara felt the weight of all the other woman's suffering press down on down on her as she locked her thighs around the ravaged blonde.

Kara's breath came in ragged gasps as the cold, spectral flesh touched her own. The ghostly woman began to grind her hips, her ethereal pussy rubbing against Kara's lips as she moaned in agony. Kara could taste the bitterness of the woman's suffering on her tongue, the tang of despair mingled with the slimy, sulfurous taste of demonic cum, and all of it mixed with the unbearable cold that seemed to seep into her very bones. The woman continued to ride her face, her movements growing more desperate and frenzied as she sought the only type of release she would ever know in her eternal torment... an orgasm stolen from the lips and tongue of some other poor, raped girl.

The assault on Kara’s muscular, athletic body was unending: the souls within the demon took turns to brutalize and torture her. Kara's will to resist began to crumble under the unrelenting onslaught, her body and soul slipping further into the abyss with each passing moment. It was becoming harder and harder to hold onto her sanity, her mind reeling from the unending suffering and the bizarre juxtaposition of extreme heat and cold. She knew that if she didn't find a way to break free soon, she would be lost forever, trapped within the demon's embrace and doomed to suffer alongside the damned souls for all eternity. The demon's laughter within that hollow, cold grew louder, its victory seemingly assured as it savored the taste of her suffering.

Kara felt a new and even more unbearable sensation as one of the spectral women who had fingers inside her pussy began to shove more and more of her hand inside of the tortured Kryptonian, but it really became horribly noticeable when she curled her hand into a fist inside of her snatch. That fist felt like a solid block of ice pressing against her womb and she began to punch the disgraced blonde in a rhythm, the icy touch burning her insides as she relentlessly pummeled her way in and out of the superheroine.

Supergirl screamed into the pussy of the woman riding her face, her muffled cries joining the chorus of anguished moans that echoed within the demon's shadowy prison. The ghostly woman's hips bucked wildly, her orgasm drawing near as she ground herself against Kara's tortured mouth. The other souls continued to violate Kara, their teeth on her nipples and thighs and neck, a fist pounding into her pussy with a brutal intensity that threatened to tear her apart.

It was hard to pay much attention to the little things as Kara's pain reached unbearable heights from a fist struggling to turn her cunt inside out and the constant struggle not to suffocate between one of the sobbing woman's thighs, but the many other women biting and fingering her got her attention when another of the weeping spectral women started to make an icy fist inside of Kara's asshole.

The first woman continued to pummel Kara's pussy, and each time she punched forward, the second woman punched a moment later... the two of them seemed to be in a twisted competition to see who could cause the most suffering to the superheroine.

Supergirl screamed in agony, her cries muffled by the pussy of the ghostly woman grinding against her face. The woman's hips bucked wildly as she neared orgasm, her body shaking with the force of her climax. With a final, anguished cry, she came hard, almost suffocating Kara between her clenched thighs.

The intensity of the fisting in her pussy and asshole did not let up, even as a different woman sat on her face and the other damned souls continued their relentless assault on Kara's body. The contrast between the scorching heat of the demon and the biting cold of the souls was almost too much to bear, and Kara felt her sanity slipping further away with each passing moment.

As the torture continued, Kara knew that she had to find a way to break free soon, or she would be doomed to suffer alongside the damned souls for all eternity. She couldn't endure this... no one could. After what felt like an eternity of unimaginable suffering at the hands of the souls trapped within the shadow demon, Kara finally found a sliver of hope. The feeling of the fists inside her pussy and asshole loosened, and the spectral women violating her seemed to lose their focus for a moment. Realizing this was her chance to break free, Kara mustered every last bit of strength she had and pushed the ghostly women off her.

The ghostly wraiths of enslaved rape victims crowded around her and Kara didn't want to hurt them but she saw no choice... With a burst of energy, she tore herself away from those holding her and bull-rushed her way through the crowd, trampling several of the shrieking, crying sex slaves.

Kara wept as she ran… because this was her biggest failure yet. A hero was supposed to rescue women like these, to defend them, to shield them from their suffering. Instead, she was leaving them behind to their fate and an eternity of torture just to give herself the ghost of a chance to escape at their expense. Kara felt like a fraud… but she kept running.

The athletic blonde had no idea where she was running or in which direction, but Kara just ran, ran as hard and as fast as she could. When she unexpectedly hit the edge of the demon's void, she flung herself from the shadowy form of the nightmare as he howled in absolute rage.

Kara tumbled, hitting the ground, and the demon roared again... he was coming after her. If she was captured inside that nightmarish eternity inside of him again she would never survive it... she was certain of that. It didn't matter that it felt like she had been fucked with telephone poles, or that the stones beneath her felt hot as an open flame... sheer adrenaline forced the Kryptonian blonde to her feet and sent her running away without looking or caring where she was going. The scorching heat of the ground burned her soles, but even that pain felt welcome compared to the nightmare that was waiting for her just behind her.

Almost mindless, the disgraced heroine ran, her heart pounding in her chest as she fled almost as quickly as she had ever charged toward danger when she had her powers… and she wept the whole way.

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