As Kara's days merged into an endless nightmare, the colossal steps of the Gargantuan resonated through her, each thud a symphony of agony from the countless souls trapped in Hell. The infernal landscape blurred by, but the hellfire sun above never relented, its unyielding gaze a constant reminder of her eternal torment. The worms that animated the monster's flesh were not just parasites; they were conduits of Ishagnar's cruelty and the monstrous will of hell itself. Their invasive psychic whispers constantly assaulted her mind, a chorus of degradation that never ceased. "You are nothing," they hissed, the thoughts of a million of those pale, monstrous worms merging into a single, relentless stream that pressed at her mind the same way a bulbous cock would press against her hole. They spoke not with words but with impressions, emotions, images... a nightmare of horrific experiences that sank, their voices merging into a single, relentless stream. "Only good for fucking, breeding, raping, and hurting. That is your purpose."
These thoughts burrowed deep, infecting her dreams with visions of her own debasement. Each time she closed her eyes, hoping for even a moment's respite, the worms were there, their taunts vivid and invasive. It was impossible to sleep like this... when her consciousness deserted her, it was more like passing out from pain and trauma than it was gaining restful respite. When she woke, she was just as exhausted as when she had faded into the darkness to begin with. No matter how deeply she sank into sleep, the worms were there, their presence more tangible than any nightmare. The whispers had been there the whole time in her sleep, reminding her of her true place in this world. The only difference now that she was awake was that they were even louder.
Kara's stomach growled incessantly, swollen with the hundreds of eggs implanted by demonic rapes. Hunger gnawed at her, yet sustenance was a mockery—only offered through the vile intrusions of demonic cocks and writhing tentacles. Each feeding was a fresh violation, leaving her body aching and her spirit broken. The relentless march of the Gargantuan continued, each step a brutal reminder of Kara's unending captivity. Each time she "slept," Kara's eyes fluttered open to the same desolate reality, her body just as worn down and pained and defiled as before, the hunger in her belly a constant companion.
Kara struggled against the tide of despair, her former strength sapped by the constant assault on her psyche. She was Supergirl no more - that much she could not deny. The woman who had formerly had a claim on being Earth's mightiest heroine had been reduced to little more than a vessel of suffering, her only role defined by the cruel whims of her captors. Her spirit cracked under the weight of endless humiliation and violation, and the world had fallen with it. Occasionally, Kara tried to focus on the faint glimmers of hope that her memories represented... she could still remember, sometimes, her life as Supergirl. A world among her friends where she was respected and valued. A world where she was safe, and kept others safe.
But in this twisted realm, those memories feel like fragments of a distant dream. The reality is the cold, hard truth of her existence: she is nothing more than a tool for the demons' pleasure, a vessel for their depravity. Every thrust of a demonic cock, every lash of a tentacle reinforces the message that she is only here to be used, to suffer. The other women, trapped like her, are silent specters, their mouths sealed shut by threads of thread-like sinew. Their eyes, when they were open at all, reflected the same hollow emptiness that Kara felt inside. They move mechanically, responding only to the pain that tormentors heaped upon them... mere extensions of the hellish machinery that dominated this place.
As the days stretched into weeks, Kara's initial attempts to decipher the movements and patterns of the demonic horde around her slowly faded. She had once clung to the desperate hope that knowledge might be her key to resistance, a glimmer of light in the endless darkness. But the horde was simply too vast, too overwhelming—each new face a mockery of her futile struggle, each new act of cruelty a stark reminder of her powerlessness.
For the past few days, she hadn't bothered to observe or analyze. The sheer scale of the demonic army crushed any spark of hope she might have nurtured. It seemed an insurmountable force, unstoppable and relentless in its march towards some unknown yet undoubtedly catastrophic end. Kara's spirit, already battered and bruised, could not withstand the constant barrage of despair that seeing her failure subjected her to.
A small, persistent voice within her argued against this surrender, accusing her of succumbing to the worms' insidious influence. It whispered of courage and resilience, urging her to resist the encroaching numbness that threatened to consume her. But even this voice grew fainter with each passing day, its strength sapped by the overwhelming evidence of her own impotence.
Kara found herself unable to ignore the evil whispers that echoed through her mind, their message clear and devastating: nothing could stop the horde. Her attempts to cling to her former self, to the ideals of heroism and justice she once embodied, felt increasingly hollow and distant. In this place of eternal torment, Kara was learning what it meant to truly despair, to lose all hope of redemption or escape.
The reality of her situation was brutally simple: she was trapped, used, and utterly defeated. Each nightmarish cycle reinforced this truth, leaving her with nothing but the cold acceptance of her fate. The imps that occasionally crawled over her and raped her muttered promises of freedom if she would only submit, only obey... but Kara knew better. There was no freedom here, only varying degrees of suffering. Her resolve had shattered, replaced by a growing acceptance of her fate. The heroic figure she once was had vanished, replaced by a shadow of her former self, adrift in a sea of hopelessness and pain.
Even now, Kara suffered. As the beautiful blonde's body swayed with the monstrous gait of the Gargantuan, a new wave of violation had begun more than an hour ago. From the depths of the creature's flesh, writhing tentacles emerged, their slimy surfaces glistening under the hellfire sun. Without warning, they slithered towards her, coiling around the parts of her body that weren't embedded in the monstrous demon's flesh before finding their target—her asshole.
Kara could do little but suffer as she was penetrated, each thrust causing her swollen belly to strain painfully as its contents shifted uncomfortably within her. The movement was grotesque, her abdomen wobbling with each invasive push, a stark testament to her ongoing degradation. She would have screamed, but she couldn't... she had woken this morning when an imp had clambered up onto her face. The tiny, malicious demons that crawled over the Gargantuan’s enormous form were always there to molest the embedded women, but Kara seemed to be by far the one they spend the most time abusing. Kara didn’t know why… perhaps it was because she used to be so strong and they were so weak. Once, the heroine would have been able to mow her way through thousands of them with no issue… now she was helpless as she was stuck there.
The demon stood atop her scratched, bulging breasts, using her tits as degrading footholds as it forced its way into her mouth. The demon's malevolent cackle had filled her ears the way his oversized cock filled her throat, its movements rough and relentless. Kara gagged, the sensation of being face-fucked by such a diminutive yet vicious creature adding just one more layer of humiliation onto a situation that was already unbearably painful and degrading.
The combined assault on her body was overwhelming. Each thrust of the tentacles into her asshole sent shockwaves through her, making her pregnant belly quiver even more. Her breasts, crushed beneath the imp's feet, felt like mounds of tender flesh being mercilessly manipulated, their sensitivity heightened by the constant pressure and motion. Her cries were muffled, trapped within the confines of her own throat, as the imp continued its brutal rhythm. The world around her blurred into a haze of pain and despair; the only constants in her life now were the relentless penetration and the echoing mockery of her captors.
If there was anything left of Kara's spirit to break, it would have fractured now... the line between resistance and resignation blurring until there was only the endless cycle of torment. The truth was that whatever parts of her confidence, dignity, and identity could be raped away from her already had been. For weeks her body was a battleground for the forces of hell, each part of her used and abused at the whims of her demonic masters, leaving nothing but a shell of a former heroine behind.
As the tentacles continued their relentless assault on Kara's asshole, each thrust was more brutal than the last. Her body trembled under the combined onslaught. The imp atop her face showed no signs of relenting, its tiny form moving with a malicious energy that matched the intensity of the tentacles. Kara's struggles were futile, her cries muffled by the demon's cock deep in her throat. The tentacles, sensing their moment, began to pulse within her, their slimy surfaces contracting as they prepared to release their vile payload. With a final, savage push they erupted inside her, filling her bowels with their hot, viscous fluid. Kara's body convulsed involuntarily, her swollen belly distending further as the tentacles pumped their essence into her.
Moments later the imp, seemingly satisfied with its dominance, withdrew its cock from Kara's mouth. She gasped for air, her throat raw and aching from the prolonged violation. Before she could catch her breath the imp began to stroke its engorged member, its eyes fixed on Kara's face with a predatory gleam.
With a triumphant cry the imp climaxed, spraying its seed across Kara's face. The hot, sticky fluid covered her eyes, nose, and mouth, blinding her and reducing her world to a blur of pain and darkness. The weight of suffering this slimy humiliation overwhelmed any remaining vestiges of hope in the once-hero.
As the imp hopped off, cackling with delight, Kara lay there. Her body still quivered from the assault. The hellfire sun above seemed to mock her with its crimson light and the weakness it brought her.
As the imp's laughter faded into the background, Kara blinked its stinging cum slowly out of her eyes... and as she did, her blurred vision slowly cleared to reveal a scene that both shocked and confused her. The Gargantuan had halted its relentless march, its massive form looming over a portal that shimmered with an eerie light. Through this gateway, Kara could see familiar buildings—structures that marked her once beloved Earth.
The realization struck her like a physical blow: she was being taken back home. The thought should have brought relief, a spark of hope in the endless darkness. Instead it filled her with dread. Why was she being brought here? What horrors awaited her on the other side? Would Earth be just another stage for her torment or was there a chance, however slim, for escape?
As the Gargantuan stepped through the portal, the transition was jarring. For a brief second, she found herself hopeful… eager to feel the light of the sun on her skin again. Then she remembered what had happened to it, how the sun had died and been replaced with Hell’s crimson star at the pinnacle of Ishagnar’s ritual. Kara found herself gazing upon the ruins of Metropolis, the city she had sworn to protect, bathed in crimson light that left her feeling weak as a kitten.
It should have looked almost like the hellscape below after the demons finished with it. Instead, amidst the devastation she saw signs of life—men going about their daily routines, seemingly oblivious to the demonic horde that now dominated their streets. No, not oblivious... simply uncaring. Occasionally demons and mortals interacted, trading words or objects, walking around one another, or holding a door for the other.
Their normality was surreal, a stark contrast to Kara's hellish existence. The sight was both comforting and disorienting. Comforting because it hinted at a world untouched by the demons' cruelty, yet disorienting because it highlighted the chasm between her reality and theirs. Kara's heart ached at the thought that life could continue as usual while she suffered unimaginable torments.
As the Gargantuan moved deeper into the city Kara's eyes darted around, searching for any sign of resistance, any glimmer of hope. But all she saw were faces devoid of recognition, people lost in their own worlds, unaware of the impending threat that walked among them.
The weight of her situation pressed down on her, the enormity of what lay ahead threatening to crush her already fragile spirit. Yet amidst the despair, a small flame flickered within her—a desperate hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this return to Earth might offer more than just another arena for endless suffering.
Until she saw the first woman.
As Kara's gaze swept across the once-familiar streets of Metropolis, her heart sank deeper than she thought possible. Among the normality, blending in with it, was the proof that she was looking at a grotesque parody of the city she loved. Women were not just suffering; they were being used as objects of casual, indifferent cruelty.
On a street corner dozens of women were tied to bicycle racks, their bodies exposed and vulnerable. Passersby both human and demonic would approach them with a nonchalance that spoke volumes about the new normal. Without ceremony they would thrust into these women, their faces buried in the victims' necks as they raped them, often slapping the women upon completion as if dismissing an inconvenience.
In a nearby cafe, Kara could look down into a scene equally horrific. Naked, weeping women served as waitresses for the men and demons sitting at tables, taking orders for food... only to be brutally violated by the customers while they waited for their orders to be delivered. The act seemed mundane, a part of the daily routine, with no one batting an eye at the sight.
Women were paraded on leashes like animals, their dignity stripped away along with their clothing. Others were confined to small cages on balconies, visible reminders of their status as nothing more than playthings. Everywhere Kara looked, there was evidence of abuse as casual as it was horrific. Not a single woman escaped the marks of their degradation—welts, bruises, and semen stains were the badges of their subjugation.
During the frenzied rape orgies that had marked Ishagnar's initial attack, Kara had been horrified by the fate of the women as the whole world seemingly turned against them. This was different... colder. Back there, there had been a sense of reckless violence, of desperation, of predation and hunting. What Kara saw now was somehow so much worse. If that had been hunting wild game for its meat, then this was farming domesticated animals for it. It was as if the world had accepted this as its fate, normalizing the abnormal until it became just another aspect of life.
Kara felt a chill run through her. This wasn't just a city that had fallen; it was a world that had embraced its downfall.
As Kara watched the horrifying scenes unfold in Metropolis, a tentacle began to thrust violently into her ass once more. The pain in her belly intensified, and to her utter horror, the cramps grew worse with each passing moment. Several excited imps arrived, their malicious glee palpable as they tore off the hardened slime that coated her cunt, sealing it so that none of her precious eggs could escape her body early.
Kara's body convulsed with the first contraction, a searing pain that sliced through her like a blade. She felt the writhing within her belly intensify, the worms hatching from their eggs, each movement a violation deeper than the last. The psychic pressure amplified, the hateful whispers of the worms merging into a cacophony of torment that echoed through her mind. "You are ours," they seemed to chant, their presence more tangible than ever before.
As the contractions grew stronger, Kara felt the first worm begin its journey, its slimy body forcing its way through her cunt. The sensation was indescribable, a rape from within, each inch of its passage an agony that made her scream. The tentacle in her ass continued its brutal rhythm, thrusting deeper with each cry she emitted, adding to the symphony of pain.
The imps watched with malicious glee, their tiny hands ready to catch the emerging worms. The first one popped out, and Kara stared at it through weeping eyes… it wasn’t as pale as the others. Instead, it seemed like it had been infused with some from the Kryptonian’s nature… its skin had been tinted the golden color of her hair, contrasting brilliantly with the hands of the imps that caught it.
Worm after worm followed that one, dropping into the imps’ waiting hands. Each one they handled with an uncharacteristic deference and gentleness, carefully placing it onto the scarred skin of the Gargantuan. The worms slithered through the monster's flesh, disappearing into the horde of worms beneath, completing a grotesque birth ritual.
The process seemed endless, each contraction bringing another worm to the surface, each emergence causing Kara's body to shudder and her voice to break. Her swollen belly, stretched beyond any human limit, now revealed its true contents—a multitude of vile creatures, each more abhorrent than the last, forming a testament to the depths of her suffering.
As the contractions grew relentless, Kara's body writhed in a dance of agony, each convulsion forcing another worm to the surface. The tentacle within her asshole thrust with savage intensity, its slimy length pulsing in time with her torment. The contrast was grotesque—the wriggling mass of worms emerging from her cunt, their slippery bodies glistening under the hellfire sun, while another vile appendage violated her from behind. Kara's screams mingled with the hissing of the worms, each new emergence causing her swollen belly to quiver and strain. The imps, their eyes alight with sadistic pleasure, eagerly awaited the birth of each new creature, their tiny hands ready to receive the slimy offspring.
The tentacle in her asshole continued its brutal rhythm, each thrust driving deeper as if to match the intensity of the internal violation. Kara's body was a battlefield, her senses overwhelmed by the dual assault of the two disparate yet similar sensations. The pain was all-consuming, each contraction a searing blade slicing through her, each thrust of the tentacle a hammer blow to her already shattered spirit. Her vision blurred, and the world was reduced to a haze of pain and darkness. The imps' laughter echoed in her ears, a mocking chorus that underscored her utter powerlessness. The worms within her seemed endless, their numbers swelling with each passing moment, their presence a living reminder of her degradation.
The process was indeed endless, each new contraction bringing forth another slimy horror, each emergence causing Kara's voice to break under the strain. Kara's screams mingled with the laughter of the imps, her humiliation complete as she birthed the offspring of her own degradation. Not even this most embarrassing and grotesque moment of her life was free from defilement, the tentacle in her ass relentless in its assault, ensuring that every part of her was violated, every moment of her existence a testament to her suffering.
The process went on for what felt like forever, each new worm a reminder of her complete defilement. Kara's cries and the other sounds of her torment combined like a cruel orchestra, creating a symphony of torment that echoed through the streets of Metropolis, a city now lost to the demons' cruel embrace. As the final worm slid out, Kara's body collapsed, her strength sapped by the ordeal. The imps gathered around, their laughter fading as they moved on to other cruelties leaving Kara to lie there, her body shuddering with the aftershocks of pain.
As the ordeal finally concluded Kara lay there, her body trembling uncontrollably. The weight of her degradation was overwhelming; she felt utterly pathetic, a shell of her former heroic self. The thought that she might be torn from the Gargantuan's flesh and devoured by its maw to be reimpregnated loomed large in her mind, a fate she had witnessed befall other women after they birthed their vile offspring.
Yet, as minutes ticked by, the anticipated horror never came. The Gargantuan continued its march through the streets of Metropolis, indifferent to her plight. The tentacle within her ass continued to rape her, but even its assault was a slow, mechanical thrusting devoid of passion or urgency. Kara braced herself for the inevitable but it seemed the moment of reckoning had been delayed, if not altogether averted.
Confusion mixed with relief inside her. Why had she not been subjected to that unimaginable fate again? Was this some new form of torment, stretching out her agony even further? Or was there a sliver of mercy in this hellish existence?
As Kara lay disoriented, the air around her suddenly filled with the sound of demonic shouts. A trio of flying demons swooping down from above circled the Gargantuan's monstrous head, their guttural voices unintelligible from her position. The enormous creature beneath her rumbled as if it were a living earthquake, its attention captured by the commotion above.
Without warning, the Gargantuan let out a thunderous roar that shook not just the ground but also the very air. The vibrations shattered glass nearby and caused piles of debris to crumble. Then, in a shocking display of speed unlike anything Kara had witnessed before, the colossal beast charged forward at a run, its pace dizzying compared to its usual lumbering gait.
The world passed in a blur as structures—once towering symbols of safety and civilization—became mere obstacles, easily kicked aside or trampled under its massive feet. Cars were flipped like toys, careening through the air before crashing onto the pavement in sprays of twisted metal and broken glass. Kara, jolted by each impact, was flung from side to side in her uncomfortable bondage, unable to stabilize herself amidst the chaos.
As the Gargantuan thundered into the square its massive presence dwarfed everything around it. Kara's heart leaped into her throat as she saw that the Gargantuan arrived at a scene of battle. A crowd of demons were pressing forward, surrounding the flickering form of a superhumanly fast woman as she fought her way through the horde of monsters. A shining sword cut its way through crimson flesh and a golden lasso arced through the air constricting around her foes... restricting them or drawing them into the range of her blade. Weapons crashed down on her, and her armored bracelets deflected their attacks as Diana, Wonder Woman, faced the army alone... cutting her way towards the former headquarters of heroism on Earth.
The sight of another hero caught midway in a fight for her life pulled at something deep inside Kara, stirring memories of battles fought side-by-side on sunlit skies rather than here, grounded and dragged onward by demons playing puppeteer with her fate. She watched as Wonder Woman engaged in a fierce battle with a horde of demonic soldiers. Diana's indomitable spirit shone through as she wielded her sword and lasso with deadly precision, each swing and lash sending demons reeling. The air crackled with energy as Wonder Woman sliced through the ranks of demons, her blade gleaming under the crimson sun. Her movements were fluid, a dance of death that left no room for mercy. The lasso, once a symbol of justice, now served as a conduit for pain, ensnaring demons and dragging them toward their doom.
"Hera, give me strength!" Diana bellowed, her voice loud enough that it echoed off the shattered buildings around her. Kara could hear it over even the roar of the demonic army responding with snarls and bellows of their own. They pressed down against the mighty heroine with frenzied, lustful rage, their numbers seemingly endless.
Kara watched in awe as Wonder Woman spun, her body a blur of motion, her sword cutting a swath of destruction through the enemy ranks. Each strike was calculated, each block precise, as if she were choreographing a ballet of blood. Never before had she seen Diana cut loose like this... never had she seen her face a foe that deserved the wholesale slaughter a veritable goddess of war would deliver. A towering demon, armored and horned, charged at Diana his axe raised high. With a swift leap she dodged the blow, landing gracefully behind him. Before he could react,her sword pierced his back, the blade emerging from his chest in a spray of black blood.
"Is that all you have?" Diana taunted, pulling her sword free with a sickening squelch that doubled the amount of blood pouring from him. The remaining demons hesitated, fear creeping into their eyes as they faced the embodiment of their nightmare. The respite was short-lived. More demons poured into the square, their numbers swelling like a plague. Diana tightened her grip on her sword, her resolve unyielding. "Get out of my way!"
The battle raged on, each clash of metal against flesh a testament to the fury unleashed upon this fallen world. Diana's armor was soon stained with demon ichor, her hair matted with sweat and blood, but her spirit burned brighter than ever. Kara could practically feel the woman's determination... the surge of hope she represented like a flickering light in the darkness that had swallowed this world. The idea that if all heroes could fight like this then perhaps there was still some chance for them after all.
Then the Gargantuan was looming over the scene, its monstrous form casting a shadow over the battle. Diana glanced up, her face twisted with rage... and for just a moment, her eyes found and met Kara's. "Kara!" Diana shouted, her voice carrying despite the din of battle. "I'll get you!"
Panic overwhelmed her. "No!" Kara shouted. "Don't! I-" Before Kara could say another word, the tentacle within her ass thrust violently, ripping a scream from her throat, dragging her mind back down into the well of torment. Away from Diana, away from hope.
The Gargantuan lunged for her, reaching down and attempting to seize Wonder Woman with its colossal hands. At the same time, dozens of the creature's writhing tentacles reached for her. Each grab was met with agile evasion from Diana, who nimbly dodged the attacks while countering with swift slashes that cut through flesh and tentacles alike. The monster roared in frustration, its attempts to crush the Amazon heroine proving futile.
Diana's agile form danced around the Gargantuan, her sword flashing as she sliced through tentacles that sought to ensnare her. Each swipe of her blade was met with a spray of black ichor, but the monster's reach was vast, and its resilience formidable. The air filled with the sounds of battle—the clang of metal against flesh, the hiss of severed limbs, and the guttural roars of the enraged beast.
Despite her prowess, Diana found herself limited in her attacks. Each time she aimed for a vulnerable spot, the Gargantuan raised its arms, revealing the women embedded in its skin—living shields that protected it from harm. Diana hesitated, her blade inches from cutting down the innocents trapped in the creature's flesh, her face twisted in frustration and horror.
"Fight me honestly, you coward!" Diana cursed, her voice tinged with frustration. She dodged another sweeping blow from the Gargantuan, her body moving with supernatural grace. Smaller demons attempted to interfere, only to be dispatched with swift, precise strikes from her sword.
The battle raged on, Diana's efforts seemingly in vain as the Gargantuan continued to pursue her with relentless fury. Kara watched, her heart pounding, as Diana fought with all her might, each movement a testament to her unyielding spirit. Yet, the odds were stacked against her, the Gargantuan's size and strength overwhelming even the most valiant efforts.
The glorious heroine's eyes scanned the monstrous form for any weakness, but each attempt she made to land a decisive blow against it was thwarted by the living armor that covered the beast. Without being willing to kill its hostages, Diana had no way to hurt the massive thing. The Gargantuan, sensing her hesitation, pressed its advantage, its massive hands closing in on Diana's smaller frame.
Kara's voice cracked through the chaos, "Diana, stop! You can't save me!" Her words were lost in the din, but her despair was palpable, knowing that Diana's valor would only lead to her downfall.
As the Gargantuan's hands' closed in on Diana, she leapt with superhuman agility onto its massive arms. The creature's tentacles lashed out, but Diana cut through them with her sword, slicing through the writhing limbs as she fought her way up its body. Imps swarmed her, their tiny hands ripping at her clothing. They particularly hung from the golden armor on her breasts until the leather straps snapped and her armored top dangled freely, exposing her tits.
If they were trying to unbalance her and force her to fall however, they were disappointed. Diana remained undeterred, her sword flashing as she dispatched the imps one by one. Each demon that fell only fueled her resolve and she continued her ascent up the Gargantuan's hideous form. The monster roared in fury, not with its voice but with a psychic cry that made Kara scream. Each attempt he made to swat the Amazon off of him was met with swift dodges and retaliatory strikes.
Then she reached Kara.
With a cry, Diana stabbed the beast, cutting through the flesh that kept the blonde embedded inside him. Indescribably foul fluids sprayed forth, covering both women, and Kara watched as multiple pale worms slid out and fell to the ground through holes in the flesh. Then with a final, powerful cut Kara was freed, her body gripped in Diana's muscular arms.
The Gargantuan reacted instantly, its massive hand swinging down where they had just been. Diana, with Kara in her arms, had little time to do anything but allow herself to fall backward, dragging the blonde superheroine with her. The two women cleared the area just as the hand impacted against where they had just been.
As they plummeted, Kara felt the thick tentacle withdraw from her ass, its departure as agonizing as its intrusion. The air rushed past them, a blur of motion and sound, as they crashed onto the unforgiving pavement below. The impact was jarring, their nearly invulnerable bodies absorbing the force with a bone-deep thud that echoed through their limbs. Pain flared, a sharp reminder of their fall, yet it was fleeting against their superhuman resilience. For an instant, Kara's dull eyes stared upward, expecting to see the monster's massive foot rising ominously to crush them beneath its weight. Instead, the Gargantuan swayed, its colossal form teetering as it struggled to regain its footing.
Diana, with a grimace of pain and determination, slowly pushed herself up from the ground. She turned to Kara, her eyes pleading as she reached out to shake her. "Kara, you have to get up! We need to fight!" Diana's voice was urgent, filled with the desperation of a warrior who had seen too much defeat.
Kara, however, remained unresponsive, her eyes vacant and distant. The weight of her suffering seemed to hold her down, making every movement seem like an impossible task. Diana's attempts to rouse her were met with silent tears streaming down Kara's cheeks. The once-mighty Supergirl now lay defeated, her spirit broken by the endless cycle of torment.
Frustrated, Diana slapped Kara hard across the face, the sound echoing in the quiet aftermath of their fall. "Snap out of it, Kara! We can't give up!" But Kara merely sobbed, her body trembling with each hit, her resolve too weak and damaged to stand on its own two feet any longer.
In that moment of vulnerability, the Gargantuan seized its opportunity. With a speed that belied its colossal size, it wrapped its massive hand around both women, squeezing tightly. Diana struggled against the crushing force, her arms straining to protect Kara, but the grip was unyielding. Kara, still lost in her despair, offered no resistance, her body limp and resigned to her fate.
The Gargantuan lifted them high into the air, its monstrous face contorted in a grotesque mockery of triumph. Diana's eyes met Kara's again, a silent plea for any spark of the hero she once knew. But Kara's eyes remained dull, her spirit extinguished by the horrors she had endured.
As the Gargantuan's massive hand tightened around them Diana and Kara found themselves pressed against each other, their faces mere inches apart. Their breasts were squished together, the contact painfully intimate in their dire situation. Diana struggled against the unyielding grip, her efforts futile as the monster lowered them down... and Kara's eyes widened with terror, her voice a panicked whisper, "No, no, no, no, no..." She knew all too well what was about to happen. They were being lowered toward the Gargantuan's monstrous erection.
She would rather be dead. Having endured the Gargantuan's assault before, Kara was entirely sure that she would rather die than go through that again. The memory of that violation was seared into her mind, and the thought of reliving it was more than she could bear.
Diana, for her part, was blissfully unaware. She was defiant, her struggling intensifying as she tried to squirm her way out of the beast's grip,.. seemingly innocent of the way the demonic monster was positioning them for an unspeakable act. "Please, no!" she screamed in disbelief, her voice echoing off the surrounding buildings.
The Gargantuan ignored both of their attempts to stop it, its intentions clear as it aligned its colossal cock with their bodies. Kara prepared for the worse... but then the way Diana's eyes suddenly became as wide as dinner plates told her the truth... it wasn't going after her, but the amazon. The dark-haired beauty's face contorted in agony as the creature began to press into her. "You... you can't!" she protested. "You stupid bastard, that will never work! You can't... c-can't..."
It was clear to Kara that Diana had avoided being raped so far, evading that dark fate even in this fallen world through sheer force of will and raw combat prowess. None of that could save her now however... and as the tough Amazon began to scream Kara realized that her first rape was going to be the most brutal, horrific one that the fallen heroine could ever imagine. Kara watched in helpless horror, feeling the monster's cock through Diana's body as it bulged her friend's form... and to her shame, she felt a little bit of relief that it wasn't her.
Kara's initial relief at not being the one impaled by the Gargantuan's monstrous cock was shattered as a swarm of pallid, writhing tentacles approached with predatory intent. In a horrifying display of coordinated brutality, multiple tentacles surged forward, their slimy surfaces wet and shining with the red light from the sky. Without mercy they pierced through Kara's defenses, impaling both her cunt and asshole simultaneously. The intrusion was savage, each tentacle thrusting deep into her body with relentless force.
Kara's world narrowed to a pinpoint of searing agony as she joined Diana in a cacophony of agonized cries. Their voices intertwined, a discordant symphony of pain that echoed off the surrounding ruins, marking yet another layer of their shared degradation. Kara couldn’t hear herself think over the sounds of their screaming… each cry testament to the unrelenting cruelty of their captors.
As the tentacles violated Kara from both ends, her body convulsed uncontrollably. Each thrust sent shockwaves through her, intensifying the already unbearable pain. Her breasts, pressed tightly against Diana's, felt like mounds of tender flesh crushed between two forces of nature. The contact was painfully intimate, each movement causing their nipples to rub against each other, adding a perverse element to their suffering. Diana's face was contorted in a mask of agony, her screams muffled against Kara's cheek. The vibrations of her voice resonated through Kara's body, each sob and wail a physical sensation that added to the overwhelming torment. Diana's struggles were futile against the Gargantuan's immense strength, her body bulging grotesquely around the invading cock.
The bulge in Diana's form was so severe that Kara could feel it pressing against her own body, the massive girth of the Gargantuan's erection distorting the Amazon's shape. It was as if Kara was being subjected to a brutal double penetration, with Diana's body serving as an intermediary for the Gargantuan's monstrous member. Each thrust against Diana translated into a sickening impact against Kara's own senses, the force akin to being kicked in the stomach by Darkseid himself. The combined assault on their bodies was indescribable, each movement a dance of death and degradation. Kara's vision blurred with tears, her mind reeling from the onslaught of pain and humiliation. The tentacles within her continued their relentless rhythm, their slimy surfaces growing as fluids moved through them in an attempt to maximize her suffering.
As the Gargantuan's excitement grew, its movements became increasingly violent. It yanked Kara and Diana back and forth with such force that Kara felt her neck strain under the pressure, the sensation akin to whiplash. The monster used Diana's asshole as a perverse form of masturbation, each thrust more brutal than the last, driving the Amazon to the brink of madness.
With their faces pressed together, Kara couldn't see every detail of Diana's face, but she could see more than enough to know that the beautiful Amazon's expression was twisting in anguish. Tears streamed down the warrior's cheeks, mixing with the sweat and grime of battle. Her eyes were wide with terror; her lips parted in a silent scream that echoed in Kara's mind. Diana's once regal features were now twisted by pain, her jaw clenched so tightly that Kara feared it might shatter.
The feeling of being so brutally fucked was indescribable. Each thrust of the Gargantuan's monstrous cock through Diana's body sent waves of pain radiating through Kara. She could feel the immense girth pressing against her flesh, the pressure building until it felt like her insides would burst. The tentacles within her cunt and asshole moved in sync with the beast's rhythm, their slimy surfaces contracting and expanding with each savage push.
Below them, an entire army of demons watched, their eyes gleaming with perverse delight. They cheered at their rape, their voices rising in a cacophony of sickening applause. Some held up their hands, clapping in time with the beast's thrusts, while others shouted lewd encouragements, their words a mockery of the heroes' plight. The scene was a grotesque spectacle, a macabre theater where the audience reveled in the suffering of their captives. The demons knew the importance of what had just happened… one of the few remaining superheroes capable of standing against the demonic invasion had just fallen, and those whom she had been there to protect were now vulnerable. Not only did she suffer, but those she had tried to protect would now suffer as well.
The agony made Kara go nearly mad. The blonde heroine could feel Diana's body trembling against her. The air was thick with the two women’s cries of pain, each one of them a desperate plea for mercy that was ignored. In this twisted tableau of horror Kara and Diana were mere playthings, their bodies used and abused for the enjoyment of the massive monster.
As the Gargantuan's monstrous cock continued its relentless assault on Diana, Kara felt every inch of the violation through her own body. The twin tentacles raped her in brutal harmony, each thrust tearing at her flesh, merging her orifices into a single, agonizingly stretched point of entry for the monster's pleasure.
Kara's screams mingled with Diana's, their voices a chorus of unending pain. Each movement of the Gargantuan's colossal form sent shockwaves through them, the force of its thrusts so violent that Kara felt as if her internal organs were being rearranged. The sensation was beyond comprehension, a fusion of agony and despair that threatened to consume her entirely.
Diana's reactions were visceral, her body convulsing with each impact against Kara. Her eyes, wide with terror, reflected the horror of her this brutal rape being her first, her face contorted in a mask of suffering that mirrored Kara's own. Tears formed by agony streamed down her cheeks as she struggled against the unyielding grip of the monstrous creature.
The tentacles within Kara pulsated with a sickening rhythm, the rubbery things growing and shrinking as they forced their way past her scant resistance. The feeling of being impaled from both ends was indescribable; each thrust sent waves of pain radiating through her body. She felt like her guts were going to explode as the immense girth of the tentacles distorted her shape in a grotesque parody of her formerly heroic physique.
Below them, the demonic audience reveled in their suffering, their cheers and lewd encouragements adding to the macabre theater unfolding above. With the fight over, many of the demons had grabbed the nearest civilian woman, and began an improved gangrape in celebration. Kara's vision swam, unable to think past her misery as the thrusts rocked her against Diana’s nude body, each suffering a thrill to the demonic monster, and down beneath her women the two heroines had failed to save suffered the same fate.
Diana's screams reached a crescendo of horror and despair, her voice echoing off the buildings in a final, tortured wail. Then abruptly, she fell silent, her throat gurgling as the Gargantuan shoved himself all the way into her. Kara could feel the pulsations of the monstrous cock through the bulge in Diana's belly as it pressed against her, each pulse signaling the beast's climax. Her belly swelled against Kara's with each pulse, the enormous demon cramming her insides full of cum... but it didn't seem like enough. When he had cum in Kara's cunt, the force had been enough to send her rocketing off of his prick. The cum should be practically making a lake inside of the Amazon, and-
With a violent eruption, demonic cum began to spew from Diana's mouth, a fountain of vile substance that poured directly into Kara's open mouth and coated her face and tits in warm, sticky fluid. The contact was intimate and revolting, the warm, sticky fluid overflowing from Diana's mouth and spilling onto Kara, staining her in the demon's seed. Kara started violently coughing, choking on the thick, acrid liquid that filled her mouth. As she gasped for air she realized that the monster had been fucking Diana's asshole, and his cum had blasted its way entirely through the woman's body and out the other side through her stomach. The realization only added to the horror of the moment, as Kara felt the full extent of their degradation.
Just a second after she began to choke the tentacles within Kara pulsed violently, releasing their acidic, burning cum deep inside her. The pain was excruciating, each burst of fluid searing her insides, adding to the overwhelming torment. Kara's body convulsed uncontrollably, her cries mingling with the gurgles from Diana, creating a symphony of agony that filled the air.
The demons below roared with perverse delight, their cheers reaching a fever pitch around their own rapes as they witnessed the ultimate act of humiliation for the fallen heroine. Diana, now silent and still, her body a vessel for the monster's seed, was a stark reminder of the fallen world they inhabited. Kara, covered in the evidence of their violation, sobbed brokenly under the weight of their shared torment in the monster's grip.
As the Gargantuan's climax subsided, its grip on Kara and Diana slackened. The monstrous creature, now sated, lumbered forward with a slow, deliberate gait. Neither woman could muster the strength to lift their heads, their bodies limp and drenched in demonic fluids, a grotesque testament to their ordeal.
Minutes passed in a blur of pain and exhaustion as the Gargantuan carried them through the city square of Metropolis. The cityscape, once a beacon of hope and heroism, was now a grim reminder of their fallen state. Kara couldn't bring herself to look at the way the mirror-shine windows now reflected the hellfire blaze in the sky rather than the familiar sun she loved.
Without warning the Gargantuan halted its march and, with a careless flick of its wrist, discarded its captives like broken toys. Kara and Diana were catapulted through the air, their bodies hurtling towards the ground from a height of thirty feet. The impact was bone-jarring, the force of their collision echoing through the silent streets. Only their superhuman resilience prevented their bones from shattering upon impact.
Kara, dazed and disoriented, slowly lifted her head, her vision blurred by tears and the sticky residue of demonic cum. Diana lay motionless beside her, her body still and unresponsive. Kara's throat tightened with despair, her mind racing for a way out of this nightmare. But as her senses gradually returned, she took in her surroundings with mounting horror.
Kara was laying on the polished floor in the central hall of the Justice League headquarters. She had spent untold days here... and the once-hallowed halls were now a chamber of horrors, transformed into a grotesque theater of torment. Dozens of superheroines and supervillainesses were arrayed around the large central room, each trapped in a tableau of unending violation.
Kara's gaze fell upon Dinah, Black Canary, held captive in stockades. Her mouth was cruelly sewn shut with needle and thread, muffling her screams as a large, fat demon relentlessly pounded her asshole from behind. Dinah's clothing hung in tatters, her body marked by the brutal assault, and while it was clear the woman wanted to let loose a scream that had nothing to do with her sonic powers, that was equally denied to her.
Beside Dinah, Zatanna's once elegant form was now a tableau of unspeakable degradation. Her leg was grotesquely lifted upward, exposing her most intimate parts to the leering gaze of the men who flanked her. Each thrust from their cocks was relentless, the rhythm of their violation echoing through the hall. Kara could see the swirling demonic tattoos that adorned Zatanna's skin, visible beneath the tattered remnants of her clothing. The tattoos glowed with pulsing hellfire, their sinister light casting eerie shadows across the room. Kara could only assume that these marks were intended to suppress Zatanna's formidable magic, rendering her powerless in this chamber of horrors.
Zatanna's top hat lay discarded on the ground before her, now a vessel for the vile fluids of her violation. It was filled to the brim with cum, a sickening testament to the depravity inflicted upon her. A third man, his face twisted in a mask of cruelty, forced Zatanna's face down into the mess, immersing her in the warm, sticky fluid. He lifted her only intermittently by her cum-soaked hair, allowing her a brief gasp for air before plunging her back down, her muffled cries lost in the sea of semen. Kara watched in helpless horror, each detail of Zatanna's humiliation searing itself into her memory. Her friend, once a master of arcane arts, now reduced to this—a plaything for the demons and their human minions.
Nearby, amidst the chaos and degradation, Catwoman's once sleek and form-fitting suit stood out starkly. It was almost entirely intact, a rarity in this chamber of horrors. However, its integrity only served to amplify her humiliation. Men and demons had gathered around her, their faces twisted into expressions of malicious glee. With cruel precision, they pissed on her, aimed their streams through the gap down her neck to fill the confines of her suit with their urine. The liquid swelled within, turning the tight material into a grotesque balloon that bulged obscenely against her body. The pressure was unbearable, forcing Catwoman to endure a vile bath of piss and cum, each droplet a reminder of her helplessness. Meanwhile, her face was buried in the crotch of one particularly large demon, his hands gripping her head as he relentlessly facefucked her. Her muffled groans were lost in the cacophony of the room, each thrust adding to the degradation. The stench of their combined fluids filled the air, mingling with the already oppressive atmosphere.
Kara's eyes darted around the room, each glance revealing a new scene of unspeakable horror. Starfire, her vibrant hair matted and dull, was pinned against a wall, her ass impaled on a dildo that seemed grotesquely oversized, like a fire hydrant turned into a tool of torture. Nearby, Cheetah, the once formidable villainess, was tied down and bent over a rail, her face contorted in a mixture of pain and helplessness as Krypto, the loyal dog turned sadistic tormentor, relentlessly pounded into her from behind.
Her heart sank deeper at the sight of Batgirl being dragged out of the front door by her hair. Cum leaked from both of her ravaged, gaping holes, leaving a trail of sticky filth on the floor as she was pulled across it. The superheroine, usually so protective of her identity, was now completely exposed and unmasked, and the redhead's voice cracked with desperation, "Please, I am a real hero! I'm sorry I don't have powers!" She was sobbing as they dragged her onward. "I beg you! Don't throw me to the army! I'll never survive that! I won't!" The vigilante's pleas fell on deaf ears, however... to the demons, her body was a mere object to be discarded, a stain on the floor marking her path to further humiliation.
Kara's gaze shifted to Hawkgirl, suspended from the wall in a macabre parody of crucifixion. The once majestic wings that had carried her through countless battles were now marred by stakes driven clean through them, pinning her in place. The feathers were torn and ragged, evidence of repeated assaults not just on her body but on her spirit. A demon, with a cruel glint in his eye, continued his brutal assault, each thrust tearing more feathers from her wings as his cock relentlessly battered her cervix.
Above Hawkgirl, a mockery of divinity hung—a cheap plastic halo nailed to the wall, a stark reminder of the demons' twisted sense of irony. To them, the proximity of her appearance and heroic nature to that of an angelic ideal was enough to inspire their wrath, transforming reverence into a tool of torture.
Talia al Ghul, usually so composed and in control, sobbed uncontrollably. Her hands were forced to spread her ass wider for Killer Croc whose massive, scaled form loomed over her, his cock a brutal instrument of violation. The room was filled with the sounds of suffering, each cry mingling with the others to create a symphony of despair.
Kara's eyes scanned the room, taking in the horrors that surrounded her, until they fell upon a scene that almost made her falter. At first glance, the woman being assaulted by an endless line of human men seemed utterly unremarkable, blending into the background of the chamber's depravity. It was only when a new man stepped forward, and the woman shifted forms to embody whatever crush or sexual fantasy he harbored, that Kara realized with a jolt who it was.
Miss Martian, M'gann M'orzz, once distinguished by her power to shape-shift and infiltrate enemy ranks unnoticed, was now reduced to nothing more than a living masturbation aid for the twisted desires of her rapists. The Martian girl’s ability, once wielded for the greater good, had been perverted into a tool of degradation, with each use a testament to her complete defilement. Each transformation was a nail in the coffin of her former self, reducing her to a mere reflection of others' desires.
What struck Kara most was the sight of nearly every heroine she could see, their swollen bellies a stark testament to the ongoing rape and impregnation that had become their daily reality. In the center of the room, a portal to hell disgorged an unending stream of demons, each emerging to select a victim from the writhing mass of humanity, taking their turn at violating the women before joining the army of hell outside, where they would continue their assault on Earth's remaining defenders.
The room seemed to close in around Kara, the weight of their collective suffering pressing down on her like a physical force. She fought back tears, her resolve cracking under the strain of witnessing such utter degradation. In this fallen world, even those with the most power were forced into degradation and misery, their destinies dictated by the cruel whims of their captors.
And her defeat had made all of this possible.
Kara felt a surge of desperate fury, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. But even as she raged against her captors, she knew the futility of her situation. Surrounded by endless horrors, with no escape in sight, Kara's spirit sank deeper into the abyss of hopelessness. Her eyes, heavy with tears and the weight of unending despair, continued to look over the gallery of horrors… and almost instantly found reason to regret it.
They found Clark.
Her cousin, once a symbol of hope and justice, now stood naked and unabashedly proud, his transformation a chilling testament to Ishagnar's insidious influence. Clark's hands gripped Poison Ivy's head forcefully, pressing her face down onto his engorged cock. A resigned submission replaced Ivy's usual defiance, her crimson hair matted and tangled around her face as she struggled to breathe through the relentless assault on her mouth. Harley Quinn beside them languidly licked at Clark's balls, her movements slow and mechanical, devoid of her former vivacity. The sight of these two women, once formidable foes, reduced to mere tools of Clark's perverse pleasure was a horror beyond words. Her heroic cousin's face bore a mask of unsettling contentment, a stark contrast to the resolute hero she had known.
Kara watched, eyes wide with horror, as Clark's hips moved with a steady rhythm, each thrust forcing more of his cock into Ivy's throat. Kara could see the tension in the muscles in Clark's neck, a stark reminder of the raw power he wielded that none of these women could hope to resist, now twisted into a weapon of degradation. Ivy's attempts to gag were muffled, her body trembling under the force of Clark's domination. Harley, her eyes vacant and distant, continued her task with a detachment that spoke volumes of her shattered spirit. Each swipe of her tongue across Clark's balls was perfunctory, a stark contrast to the mischievous, manic woman she once was. The scene was a grotesque parody of intimacy, each movement a violation of the deepest kind.
Kara's heart clenched at the sight, her voice a hoarse whisper, "Clark... how?" Her question was lost in the din of the chamber, swallowed by the echoes of suffering that filled the air... but Superman heard it anyway. His head turned just an inch or two, and Clark's eyes met Kara's for a fleeting moment... and the only expression in those eyes was one of detached amusement. He seemed to revel in the spectacle, his former nobility replaced by a cruel satisfaction. The transformation was complete, the aura of lust empowered by Ishagnar having consumed him entirely. The man before her was no longer the cousin she knew; he was a vessel of Ishagnar's lust, a walking embodiment of corruption.
As Clark continued his brutal rhythm, Kara felt a surge of nausea mixed with a feeling of deep, aching sorrow. The betrayal was not just by Clark, but by the world itself, which had allowed such a once-heroic figure to descend into this abyss of depravity. The room around her blurred, the faces of her fellow captives merging into a sea of pain and humiliation. In that moment Kara understood the true extent of their fall. No corner of their world remained untouched by Ishagnar's taint, no hero immune to the allure of absolute power and the cruelty it bred. Clark's actions were a mirror reflecting the broken reality they inhabited, a world where even the noblest of intentions could be twisted into instruments of torment.
Kara's gaze lingered on Clark, her mind racing with memories of the past, of a time when heroes stood tall and fought for justice. Those memories felt like fragments of a distant dream, fading further with each passing second. The present was a nightmare from which there seemed no escape, a hell on earth crafted by demons and embraced by those it corrupted. Kara's heart pounded in her chest, each beat a hammer strike against her ribs. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, blood, and semen, the atmosphere heavy with the groans and moans of the violated. She felt a wave of nausea wash over her, her legs trembling beneath her weight. The reality of their situation crashed down like a tidal wave, each scene a dagger to her soul. This world had become a complete nightmare.
And in the very center of that nightmare, bathing in the chaos and degradation, sat Ishagnar.
The incubus lord reclined on a throne crafted from the remnants of heroes' costumes and weapons. The once-familiar materials now served as a grotesque monument to their fallen state, and the way Ishagnar casually perched atop them made his role in all of this clear. While the incubus was still recognizable, he had changed since the invasion of Earth, transforming with his increased power. His body was larger than it had been then and more imposing - a fusion of demonic and sorcerous energies. His face was a twisted mask of hideousness and allure, a contradiction that held Kara's gaze captive - he was so ugly and disgusting that it made her stomach roil to look at him. Despite that, he still had an enchanting beauty worn over that like a mask that made it impossible not to state and managed to send a twinge of desperate lust even through the ravaged superheroine.
Even worse, he seemed... solid now. Before, during her battle with the Incubus lord, he had felt like an outsider. While he was mighty beyond words, the world itself had been rebelling against his presence on this world, twisting and flexing away from him. He had clearly needed to spend some portion of his magical power to stay here. Kara realized with a sinking heart that that was no longer the case... he felt more native to this new horrific world than she did. Beneath the mask of perfect beauty, Kara could catch a glimpse of his true features, and she could see some of the Sorcerer Mardakk's face inside that of the Incubus now. Ishagnar had clearly made good on his promise to his mortal agent... the two had become one. Ishagnar had merged with the sorcerer, becoming a singular entity bound more firmly to this world.
The incubus lord lounged casually, his legs spread in an overt display of dominance. His cock twitched with malicious intent as his eyes raked over Kara, like a predator acknowledging its prey.
"Welcome back," Ishagnar purred, his voice a silken thread of temptation and menace. "I've missed you... hero."
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