"Welcome back," Ishagnar purred, his voice a seductive and threatening symphony of temptation and menace. "I've missed you... hero."
Kara's eyes stared at Ishagnar in horror. His monstrous form lounging on the throne of twisted remnants of the world’s heroes. She could spot one of the batmobile’s doors, one of Cyborg’s arms, and a Trident that probably once belonged to Arthur, and dozens more too mangled to recognize… and the sprawled across them like discarded refuse. The incubus lord, now a fusion of demonic and sorcerous energies, exuded an aura of solidity and power that chilled her to the core. His presence was terrifying enough, but his greeting made it far worse. It meant that he was not merely watching and idly noticing her being brought in, but that he had been waiting. That his plans for her specifically were far from over.
And she had barely survived the results of their last encounter.
Ishagnar's smile was a razor-sharp curve of mockery, his eyes glinting with malicious intent. From beneath him, tentacles surged forth like serpents, their movements predatory and swift. They snaked around Kara and Diana with unnerving precision, coiling tightly around their ankles and lifting them high, suspending the two women in a grotesque display of his absolute power. Diana groaned weakly, her face obscured by layers of cum, her eyes vacant and unseeing. Kara, hanging upside down, felt the blood rush to her head, adding to her dizzying terror. The tentacles constricted, their slimy surfaces pressing against her flesh, each movement a reminder of her utter helplessness.
Below, Ishagnar watched with perverse amusement, his cock twitching with each pulse of sadistic pleasure. The room fell into a sickening silence, broken only by the squelching sounds of the tentacles and the ragged breaths of the captives. Kara's heart pounded in her chest, each beat echoing her desperate plea for this nightmare to end. Kara's heart raced as she met Ishagnar's gaze, his hand gripping her hair tightly, forcing her to look around the chamber of horrors. "Behold," he purred, his voice dripping with contempt, "the fruits of your weakness. Had you not been so pathetically easy to subdue, perhaps this world would not have fallen into such depravity."
Tears stung Kara's eyes as she surveyed the scene—heroines reduced to objects of torment, Clark corrupted beyond recognition, and the once-hallowed halls transformed into a theater of unspeakable acts. Each sight was a shard of glass piercing her soul, the weight of responsibility crushing her beneath its magnitude. "All of this," Ishagnar continued, his fingers tightening in her hair, "is because you were too weak to resist. Your failure opened the gates for us, allowed our influence to spread like a purifying wildfire across the world… wiping away the cancer you call a society."
Kara's voice caught in her throat, her body trembling with a mix of fear and despair. The room blurred before her, each face a reminder of the lives shattered, the hopes extinguished. She was helpless, dangling before the incubus lord, a living testament to her own failure. "Look well, hero," Ishagnar commanded, his tone icy, "and know that every scream, every tear, is on your hands. You, as much as we, are the architect of this hell." Kara's vision dimmed at the edges, her mind reeling under the onslaught of guilt and horror. At that moment, dangling from his tentacle and seemingly suspended between life and death, she saw the full extent of her defeat; the world she had sworn to protect was now a shadow of its former self, forever changed by her weakness.
Ishagnar's voice cut through the air, a sinister melody that filled Kara with dread. "How did you enjoy your time with my son?" he asked, his eyes glinting with amusement as he gestured toward the Gargantuan. Kara's stomach twisted as she realized he was referring to the monstrous creature that had been her relentless tormentor in Hell.
"That... that thing is your son?" Kara stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ishagnar chuckled, the sound echoing off the walls of the chamber. "Indeed, it is. The worms are baby incubi, born from the darkest desires and lusts. The Gargantuan was originally birthed when I forced myself upon the sorceress Azar during my last summoning to Earth before she managed to banish me."
Kara was struck dumbfounded by horror as Ishagnar continued speaking casually... without a care in the world. "Sex is a contest of lust between men and women. Millions of sperm will compete to be the one to breach an egg. Why should it be any different for creating a new demon of sex and lust?" he asked, his calm voice explaining the twisted nature of these creatures. "They are forced to work together, but all the while, the competitive worms kill and absorb one another, fighting for supremacy. As they do, the Gargantuan will slowly shrink, its power concentrating until, eventually, only one remains."
The incubus lord leaned forward, his eyes burning into Kara's soul. "That creature will be a new Incubus prince, my heir to the rulership of this world. And you, my dear, have played a pivotal role in its growth."
Kara felt a wave of nausea wash over her. The realization that she had been used to breed a new ruler of this hellish realm was too much to bear. Her body trembled under the weight of her despair, each word from Ishagnar cutting deeper than the last.
"You see, hero," Ishagnar continued, his voice dripping with malice, "your suffering has not been in vain. It has served a purpose, nurtured a new generation of rulers who will ensure that this world remains forever in our grasp." Kara's tears mingled with the demonic fluids that coated her, her spirit shattered by the revelations. Suspended in the air, she was a living monument to her own failure.
Ishagnar's gesture was casual yet devastatingly effective. With a flick of his hand, one of his tentacles sent Diana hurtling through the air towards the Gargantuan. The monstrous creature caught her effortlessly, its massive form dwarfing the fallen heroine. Kara watched in horror as the Gargantuan opened its jaw wide, revealing the writhing mass of nascent incubi-maggots within. The beast swallowed Diana's muffled cries as it closed its mouth, engulfing her completely.
Kara's body shuddered at the memory of her own ordeal within the Gargantuan's belly. She knew all too well what awaited Diana—endless rape by the voracious worms, each one implanting its eggs into her helpless body, over and over again, until she was so pregnant with new worms that she could barely move. The thought made her sick, made her whole body ache with sympathetic pain, but none of that mattered... the blonde was powerless to intervene.
Ishagnar turned his gaze back to Kara, his eyes cold and calculating. "He bred you once, but you'll note you weren't filled with eggs again after your last birthing," he mused, his voice dripping with sinister intent. "It was always my plan to create another son, a new incubus prince to celebrate my conquest of this world, as I did with Azar."
His smile was cruel, triumphant. "And who better to mother such a glorious being than the woman who allowed me to conquer this world? You, Supergirl, are the only worthy vessel."
Kara's heart sank, her worst fears confirmed. Ishagnar had never intended for her suffering to end; instead, he saw her as a tool to further his twisted ambitions. Suspended in mid-air, her body coated in demonic fluids, Kara's voice trembled as she pleaded. "Please, Ishagnar... don't do this." she weakly mustered. "I'm not worthy..." If he made her the mother of his monstrous child, it would kill her. That would be the final straw that there was no coming back from. "I'm too weak. I'm broken, pathetic. I wouldn't survive. Even if I did, any child you rip from me would be weak. I'm too worthless and pathetic to be good at anything. I'm no hero..."
Ishagnar laughed, the sound echoing cruelly through the chamber. "You are correct, Kara. You are no hero, not anymore." He leaned forward, his teeth shining his smile. "But you're wrong... such a disgraced slut, someone who's fallen from such confidence? It's hard to imagine a more perfect host. You should be proud to be given a purpose. After all, without one, you're nothing more important than a jizz-soaked sock forgotten beneath a bed."
Ishagnar's tentacles squeezed her legs and ankles tightly enough that Kara thought they might be rubbing away her flesh and coiling straight down to the bone, digging into her as the incubus yanked her closer. She dangled upside down, her world spinning in a dizzying spiral of terror. "Behold," he said, his voice icy as he commanded her. "Look on the instrument of your unmaking."
Her eyes locked onto his cock, a sight so vile it seemed to suck the air from her lungs. It was not just an appendage; it was a weapon, crafted in the darkest forge of hell. Spikes jutted out like thorns on a rose of torment, each one dripping with malice. The runes that covered it glowed with an infernal light, their script twisted and alien, causing physical pain in her eyes just to look upon them. Kara's stomach churned, the bile rising in her throat as she took in the full horror of what she faced. This was no ordinary dick, not even a demonic member; it was a concentrated essence of evil, designed to break her, to reshape her very soul. The size of that cock, while not as physically colossal as the Gargantuan's, was irrelevant. The true threat lay in its malevolent energy, a force that promised to penetrate deeper than flesh, to scar her existence permanently.
Kara's body trembled uncontrollably, her mind racing with the implications of what he intended. This cock was not just for penetration; it was for possession, a tool to inject his vile essence into her core, to transform her into something unrecognizable, a puppet of his infernal realm. The thought of being filled with such pure, distilled evil made her skin crawl. She felt exposed, vulnerable, as if every layer of protection she once had had been stripped away, leaving her raw and defenseless against the onslaught of his corruption.
"No..." Her voice was a strangled plea, her eyes wide with horror as she stared at the abomination before her. "Please, not this... anything but this."
Ishagnar laughed, the sound mocking and cruel. "There is no escape, Kara. You have always been mine to do with as I please." With a flick of his wrist, the tentacles tightened their hold, pulling her even closer to the pulsating menace of his cock. Kara's cries mingled with the echoes of despair that filled the chamber, each second bringing her closer to the moment when the touch of that horrific instrument would irreversibly change her. "Now embrace your destiny!" he commanded her.
As Ishagnar lowered Kara towards his vicious cock, she felt the overwhelming energy radiating from it, a force that seemed to burn with an intensity beyond mere heat. The room filled with the echoes of suffering, each cry amplifying the malevolent power pulsating from Ishagnar's member.
"Suck," he commanded, his voice cold and devoid of mercy. "This will be your only lubrication before I claim you."
Kara's lips trembled as they touched the spiked surface, each contact sending shockwaves of pain through her. The air was thick with the scent of demonic essence, a stench that threatened to suffocate her. It didn't matter if she complied enough - just from the pain, her throat was already contracting around the unyielding mass.
Ishagnar's laughter reverberated through the chamber, a sound that mingled with the moans of the violated heroines surrounding them. "Slather it good with your spit, Kara. Feel the power coursing through me, fueled by their agony."
Each movement of her head was agonizing, the spikes digging into her flesh, drawing blood that mixed with her saliva. The energy emanating from Ishagnar's cock was palpable, a toxic force that seared her insides, making every swallow a battle against nausea and fear. As before, Ishagnar gained power from the violations surrounding him... and here, in the center of his power, it radiated off of him like death itself. It felt like she was trying to deepthroat a nuclear reactor's fuel rod, and her mind reeled from the sheer horror of the act. It probably would have hurt less if Ishagnar forced her to give a blowjob to a hunk of kryptonite.
Ishagnar pummeled Kara's throat with relentless force, and each thrust drove the spikes deeper into her tender flesh. He chuckled darkly, his voice dripping with mockery. "I heard rumors you were an eager little cocksucker," he taunted, "and it seems they were true." Kara's humiliation was palpable as she remembered the degrading acts she had performed, hoping for even a shred of mercy that never came. Tears streamed down her cheeks, mingling with the blood and saliva coating Ishagnar's monstrous cock.
"Nothing is sexier than watching a confident whore crumble," Ishagnar continued, his laughter echoing off the chamber walls. "You were Earth's protector, and now look at you... my personal plaything." His words cut deep, shredding whatever still remained of Kara's shattered pride. Ishagnar's cock pulsed with malevolent energy, each spike digging deeper as he forced Kara to lick and swallow against her will. Suspended upside down, she was a living testament to Ishagnar's power, a warning to all who would challenge the new order of his twisted realm.
Ishagnar laughed. "You know, not everyone has been as accepting of the new world order as you have been," he declared, his voice rising with sinister excitement. "Maybe it would help them if you set a good example... let the world see the fate of their once-mighty hero."
Ishagnar's gesture was sharp, commanding attention as he motioned to the side. Kara's blurred vision caught sight of humans with large cameras, their skin marred by demonic spikes piercing through, a grotesque fusion of human and infernal. Among them, a sobbing blonde news anchors Kara recognized from the nightly news and… gods, was that Lois lane?... were forced to kneel, their mouths working on the cocks pointed at her. The scene was a tableau of humiliation, each camera lens a voyeur to her degradation.
"Look," Ishagnar hissed, his voice an evil whisper, "some women still cling to foolish dreams of resistance. They delude themselves into thinking they are more than mere fleshlights, breathing by coincidence." His laughter was cold, cruel. "But see how easily you crumble, Kara? If the mighty Supergirl cannot resist, what hope do these pathetic whores have?"
Kara's throat ached with each thrust, the world a dizzying spin of pain and despair. Ishagnar's words cut deeper than any spike, shredding her already tattered spirit. "Irony abounds," he mused, "for this war began with the broadcast of your rape, and it shall end in similar fashion. Watch as your own defeat becomes the instrument of everyone else’s."
The cameras closed in, their lenses reflecting the hellish scene—Supergirl, once a symbol of strength, now a spectacle of submission. Ishagnar's cock pulsed within her, each movement a mockery of her former self. The former news anchors sobbed uncontrollably as they sucked, their faces a mirror of Kara's own anguish and their compliance a stark reminder of the world's fall.
"Soon," Ishagnar promised, "the world will witness your brokenness, Kara. And with it, their last flicker of defiance shall snuff out." His grip tightened, the tentacles coiling around her like serpents of torment, sealing her fate as the final act in his grand conquest.
As Ishagnar's laughter filled the chamber, Kara felt a spark of defiance ignite within her. The tears she wanted to cry dried up as she blinked them away, her resolve hardening despite the horrors she had endured. She had been broken, violated, and humiliated beyond measure, but in this moment, a flicker of her former strength returned. The memories of endless rapes, the grotesque pregnancies, and the utter submission flooded her mind, each a weight dragging her down into the abyss. She felt pathetic, a shadow of the hero she once was, her body and spirit ravaged by the demons' relentless cruelty. But as Ishagnar's laughter echoed off the walls, mocking her and all she stood for, something shifted within her. It was not acceptance or surrender that stirred inside her; it was a desperate need to resist, however feebly.
Kara knew she was far from the invincible Supergirl of old. She was weak, her body aching and swollen with the offspring of monsters, her spirit fractured beyond recognition. Yet, even in her shattered state, Kara couldn't let this be Supergirl’s legacy—a world fallen because of her failure, its women doomed to suffer as she had. If she could just pretend to be strong, if she could muster the courage to face Ishagnar with defiance, perhaps she could inspire some hope in the women around her. Her thoughts raced, each one a battle against the despair that threatened to consume her. She might be broken... but she would not be the nail in the coffin of this world. Not today. If she could show even a glimmer of the hero she used to be, even if she didn't feel it... maybe someone else would find the strength to fight back.
At that moment, with Ishagnar's cock still lodged in her throat, Kara Zor-El reclaimed a tiny fragment of herself, a piece of her heroism that she had thought extinguished. Kara knew that her act of defiance was small, perhaps even foolish, but it was a start. A beginning of reclaiming some small semblance of her former self and maybe, just maybe, a catalyst for others to find their own strength amidst the ashes of their world.
Ishagnar's eyes glinted with a mix of amusement and cruelty as he observed Kara's renewed defiance. He leaned forward, his grip on her hair tightening as he forced her head down onto his monstrous cock with even greater violence. Each thrust was brutal, the spikes on his member digging deeper into Kara's throat, causing her to gag and choke uncontrollably.
"Resistance amuses me, Kara," Ishagnar purred, his voice a low, menacing growl. "But it changes nothing. You will still serve my purpose, whether you suffer in silence or in all your horrible glory."
Kara felt her consciousness slipping with each savage thrust, the pain overwhelming her senses. She struggled to breathe, her world reduced to a tunnel of agony as Ishagnar's cock pounded relentlessly into her throat. Despite the searing pain, she refused to yield, her eyes burning with a fierce determination not to let him see her weakness.
The incubus lord chuckled darkly, his pleasure derived from her suffering evident in his every movement. As he continued to fuck her face with brutal force, bouncing her head on his lap like it was the ball in a macabre game of basketball, Kara's resolve wavered. The physical torment was unbearable, each moment an eternity of excruciating pain. Yet, amidst the horror, she clung to the memory of who she once was—Supergirl, defender of Earth—and found the strength to endure.
Despite the relentless assault, Kara refused to cry out, her silence a testament to her unwillingness to give Ishagnar the satisfaction of her submission. She knew that her resistance might be futile, but it was all she had left—a small act of defiance in a world driven mad. Being a hero wasn't always about defeating evil... sometimes, it was about suffering so someone else didn't have to.
Ishagnar's grip on Kara tightened as he forced her head down with brutal force, each thrust driving his monstrous cock deeper into her throat. The spikes on his member raked against her esophagus, causing her to choke and gag uncontrollably. Kara's eyes bulged from the pressure, tears streaming down her face as she struggled for air.
The incubus lord laughed, reveling in her suffering. "Feel it, hero," he hissed. "Feel my power coursing through you!" His thrusts grew more savage, each one shoving her head further down onto his cock until her throat bulged grotesquely, the outline of his member visible through her neck.
Kara's body convulsed, her hands clawing at the tentacles that held her captive, but to no avail. Ishagnar's cock vanished up her throat, penetrating deep into her chest, the sheer violence of the act leaving her gasping for breath. Her throat constricted around the invading member, every muscle straining against the intrusion.
"Yes, struggle," Ishagnar taunted, his voice dripping with malice. "Let your resistance fuel my pleasure." Another brutal thrust punctuated each word, driving his cock deeper still, the spikes digging into her flesh with every movement.
Kara's consciousness wavered, the world narrowing to the searing pain in her throat and the relentless pounding of Ishagnar's cock. She felt her strength ebbing away, her attempts at defiance fading under the onslaught of his cruelty. Yet, even as she fought for breath, a part of her refused to yield completely, clinging to the memory of who she once was—a hero, a defender—no matter how distant that seemed in this moment of utter degradation.
Ishagnar's grip tightened as he yanked Kara off his cock, her body flailing from the sudden force. He spun her around, her vision blurring with the rapid movement, and positioned her right side up. Kara felt the cold, hard pressure of Ishagnar's monstrous cock against her asshole, less a stark contrast to the searing pain she had just endured than a promise to expand it elsewhere.
"I promised you lube," Ishagnar taunted, his voice dripping with mockery, "but I never said I'd use it for your cunt." With a malicious grin, he forced her down, impaling her asshole on his spiked cock in one brutal stroke. Kara's world shattered into an abyss of agony; it felt like being murdered, each nerve ending screaming in protest as the spikes tore through her flesh.
One of Ishagnar's hands clamped firmly onto Kara's hair, yanking her head back with such force that tears sprang to her eyes. He forced her to look directly into the camera, her face a mask of anguish and despair. Kara's mind raced, trying to imagine the horror the women watching must feel, witnessing a once-mighty superheroine reduced to this—her asshole grotesquely stretched around a cock thicker than a streetlamp pole.
The room resonated with a chaotic chorus of misery, each sound making it up a testament to the unending rape of one of the thousands of other superheroines and villains. Kara's body convulsed under the relentless thrusts of Ishagnar's monstrous cock, her every breath mingling with the collective groans and cries of her fellow captives. The air was thick with the stench of sweat, blood, and semen, the atmosphere heavy with the weight of their shared degradation.
Above the din, Ishagnar's voice cut through like a blade, his laughter a cruel counterpoint to Kara's muted sobs. "Hear them, Kara?" he taunted, his grip tightening on her hair as he forced her to witness the horrors unfolding around them. "This is your legacy—a symphony of suffering, all because of your weakness."
Kara's eyes darted across the room, taking in the thousands of horrific sights as other superpowered women's bodies buckled under the assault of a demonic force too brutal to resist. Seeing it made her want to retreat into herself and give up... but a single glance into the camera capturing her every moment of suffering gave her strength. She had to stay strong... she had to.
Ishagnar's brutal assault on Kara's asshole intensified, each thrust of his colossal cock sending waves of searing pain through her body. His tentacles lashed out, striking her exposed breasts with a stinging force that made her cry out in agony. One hand squeezed her tits, manipulating them into more sensitive targets, while the other plunged a sharp-nailed finger deep into her cunt.
Kara felt magical energy coming out of that finger up her pussy... but she had no idea what was coming. As Ishagnar cast his spell, Kara felt a surge of magic coursing through her, amplifying every sensation to an unbearable degree. The finger inside her seemed expanded, feeling larger than the Gargantuan's cock ever had, and the air around her seemed to lash against her clit with each breath. Her heartbeat pounded like a hammer within her, each thud a painful grip on her insides.
"Feel it, Kara," Ishagnar hissed, his voice a venomous whisper. "This is my true gift to you. With this, you will feel me in a way no woman ever has before..."
The finger, she realized, hadn't actually gotten any bigger... she was just feeling it more. Kara's world narrowed to the overwhelming sensations, each movement of Ishagnar's finger a universe of agony. The room blurred around her, the cries of the other women merging into a distant chorus of despair. She was trapped in a nightmare of her own hypersensitivity, every touch a betrayal of her flesh.
"You think you've suffered?" Ishagnar taunted, his laughter cruel and mocking. "This is just the beginning. I will make you feel every moment of your degradation, every inch of my conquest."
Kara's body convulsed under the onslaught, her mind reeling from the amplified torture. She was no longer just merely a victim; she was a vessel for Ishagnar's malicious intent, a living embodiment of his power over her and all she once stood for. The camera captured her every expression of pain, each flicker of her eyes a testament to the depths of her humiliation.
In this state of heightened sensitivity, each twitch of Ishagnar's finger inside her pussy was a revelation... depths of painful sensation she had never imagined before. Every single movement was a violation magnified a thousandfold. Kara's mind boggled at the threat of what that represented... the realization that there were depths of suffering yet untapped, reserved solely for her by the incubus lord.
Ishagnar's cock, slick with Kara's blood and his own evil essence, slid slowly out of her asshole. Each inch that emerged stretched her flesh painfully, the spikes leaving trails of fire in their wake. It flopped free, and the rigid thing seemed to instinctively reach for her cunt... pressing up against it as it grew even harder, ready to violate and impregnate her in the most horrific rape of her life.
Kara's body trembled, her resolve wavering as she fought the urge to beg. The desire to plead for mercy, to promise anything if only he would spare her from the impending violation of her most vulnerable part, magnified by his foul magic, was overwhelming. Her lips parted, a silent plea forming on her tongue—she would be his slave, forever at his command. She would crawl around like a dog, humiliated and obedient. She would crawl between every man in the city, offering herself to be raped, swallowing their piss, doing whatever they wanted her to do. Anything, just to escape this moment. In her lowness, she didn't even need him to spare her from the rape he was certain to give her... she would have submitted that thoroughly just to have the spell enflaming her sensitivity removed before he claimed her completely.
But...
The camera lens stared coldly, an unblinking eye capturing her every expression of agony. If she broke now, if she surrendered completely, any hope that might still flicker in the hearts of those watching would be extinguished. She couldn't bear the thought of being the final nail in the coffin of their resistance. Kara bit back the words, her eyes closing in despair as she prepared for the inevitable.
Ishagnar watched her struggle, his eyes glinting with perverse amusement. "You want to beg, don't you, Kara?" he taunted, his voice a silken temptation. "Imagine the relief, the release from this torment, if you just submitted."
Kara's breath came in ragged gasps, her eyes pleading silently as she shook her head ever so slightly. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction, not when it meant crushing the last vestiges of hope for others. Her body might be broken, her spirit nearly shattered, but she would endure, if only to offer a glimmer of defiance in the face of utter despair.
Ishagnar's monstrous cock surged forward, its tip pressing against Kara's hypersensitive pussy. With a force that seemed to defy all reason, he thrust inward, and the impact was like a nuclear bomb stuffed up her cunt and detonated within her. The sensation was beyond comprehension, a supernova of pain erupting in her core. Each nerve ending screamed as if white-hot flames were searing it, the agony so intense it threatened to shatter her very being.
Kara's world dissolved into an inferno of torment, her previous ass rape feeling like a mere prelude to this atrocity. She longed for the icy touch of ghostly women, the fiery embrace of the vortex demon, even the relentless violation of the Gargantuan and his inhumanly large cock—anything to escape the unrelenting torture Ishagnar inflicted upon her now. None of the torments she experienced in hell could have prepared her for this. Her body, already pushed to its limits, was utterly unprepared for this level of assault.
Ishagnar laughed, his voice echoing with malicious delight. "Scream for me, Hero! Scream, and feel every inch of my conquest!" He pounded into her with a ferocity that left no room for respite; each thrust drove deeper, faster, harder than the one before. The room blurred around her, the sounds of her own cries mingling with the distant echoes of other women's suffering.
Kara's mind raced, trying to find some semblance of resistance, but the pain was overwhelming, consuming her thoughts until there was nothing left but the raw, primal agony of his invasion. Her hands clawed at the air, her body convulsing uncontrollably as she struggled to endure the unimaginable torment. His hand, still gripping her hair, was the only thing that kept her from flopping around like a fish.
And she screamed.
The cameras watching her saw it all. They viewed her as a fallen doll, a living warning of what awaited those who dared to resist Ishagnar's reign. Ishagnar's hand moved with brutal efficiency, his fingers clamping down on Kara's breasts one after the other, squeezing them with a force that made her whimper. Each squeeze was like a vice, crushing the delicate flesh and sending waves of pain radiating through her body. The sensation was amplified by the spell, making every nerve-ending scream in agony.
Meanwhile, Ishagnar's monstrous cock continued its relentless assault on Kara's pussy, each thrust driving deeper into her, causing her belly to bulge obscenely. The sight was grotesque; her skin stretched taut around the invading member, clinging to every movement as it slid in and out of her. Her body embraced his cock almost like it were an abused dog, curling around its master's legs in a separate, sad plea for love and mercy.
There was no compassion here, only cruelty. The act was dehumanizing, reducing her to little more than a vessel for his pleasure, a toy to be used and discarded at will. Kara's body convulsed under the dual torment, her cries mingling with the echoes of her despair. Each movement of Ishagnar's cock was a reminder of her utter helplessness, a testament to her failure as a hero.
The camera captured every detail of her suffering, the lens cold and unfeeling as it recorded her degradation. Kara's eyes were wide with terror, her face a mask of anguish as she endured the unimaginable pain. Her body was a battlefield, each inch of her flesh a target for Ishagnar's malicious intent, each moment a lifetime of agony.
In this state of heightened sensitivity every touch, every thrust was magnified a thousandfold, turning her world into a living hell. Kara's mind struggled to cope with the onslaught, her thoughts fragmented and chaotic, her spirit hanging by a thread.
As Ishagnar continued his brutal assault on Kara, the Gargantuan finally finished with Diana. With a guttural roar, the monstrous creature expelled her from its maw, sending her sprawling onto the cold floor. Her body was grotesquely swollen with the eggs implanted within her, the Amazonian’s warrior form unrecognizable under the strain of carrying such a burden.
Kara's eyes widened in horror as she watched Diana land with a heavy thud, her limbs splayed out limply. For agonizing moments, there was no movement, no sign of life. Kara's heart sank, her suffering momentarily forgotten as she feared the worst for her fellow heroine.
Then, as if drawing on some hidden reserve of strength, Diana took a long, slow breath. It was shallow and labored, but it was enough to confirm that she still clung to life. Kara's relief was short-lived however, as Ishagnar's relentless rape continued. Each thrust of his murderous cock driving the spikes deeper into her hypersensitive flesh.
Diana lay motionless, her body a testament to the horrors she had endured. Kara could only watch, her cries of agony mingling with the silent suffering of the fallen Amazon.
And because she was watching, she was the only one who noticed.
As Diana lay there, senseless and half dead, Kara's eyes caught a flicker of movement from the corner of her vision. The still-intact belt of Diana's mostly destroyed outfit began to glow with an eerie black light for an instant before a shadow detached itself from it, slipping between her clothing and skin like a living thing. The shadow skittered across the ground, its movements swift and silent, unnoticed by the chaos surrounding them.
Kara's mind, already frayed by the unending torture, struggled to make sense of what she was seeing... more than half convinced her tortured mind was making it up. The blonde's vision blurred with each savage thrust of Ishagnar's monstrous cock, her body a rag doll in his grip as he relentlessly pounded into her. The spikes on his member raked deeper with every movement, sending shivers of electric agony through her hypersensitive flesh. Despite all of that, however, Kara's eyes tried to keep track of the shadow as it flitted between demons, its movements swift and silent amidst the chaos of the chamber. Ishagnar's laughter filled the air, his voice dripping with malicious delight as he continued to violate her, but Kara's focus remained unwavering on the mysterious apparition.
The shadow reached the portal and with a sudden rush leaped into the air, vanishing briefly into the haze that surrounded the hellfire infusing the great portal. Inside that darkness, two competing magical forces momentarily met and Kara caught a fleeting glimpse of someone in the flames... a pale woman, her form mostly hidden by shadows, hovering cross-legged over the portal to Hell. The sight was surreal, a stark contrast to the hellish tableau unfolding around her. Ishagnar's cock pulsed within her, each thrust driving deeper, but Kara's mind raced to make sense of this unexpected development.
Was she hallucinating? The possibility crossed her mind, given the unending torture she had endured. Yet, the shadow's deliberate movements and the eerie glow from Diana's belt suggested otherwise. Kara's body convulsed under Ishagnar's brutal assault, her thoughts fragmented and chaotic, but a flicker of hope ignited within her—Recognition struck Kara like a thunderbolt. She knew that woman!
Ishagnar's hand tightened on her hair, yanking her head back as he forced her to look directly at him. "Distracted, Kara?" he taunted, his voice a vicious whisper. "Let me remind you of your place." His cock surged forward with renewed vigor. With each slam forward his thrusts grew more vicious and violent, the spikes digging deeper into her flesh. Kara's world narrowed to the searing pain and the shadowy figure near the portal. The camera saw everything, capturing her misery and degradation entirely, yet even though she dared not look over at the portal and draw attention to it Kara clung to the memory of the shadow's movements, a beacon in the darkness of her despair.
It was Raven.
No one else seemed to notice the spectral figure; the Gargantuan was too preoccupied with Diana, the hall too engrossed in its own depravity, and Ishagnar too focused on his conquest of Kara.
Kara's mind raced as Ishagnar's brutal rape continued, each damning thrust ravaging her hypersensitive flesh. The pain was overwhelming, but amidst the torment, she realized the power of a single word: Raven. If she spoke that name, Ishagnar would stop his assault on her and turn his attention to the shadowy figure near the portal.
Raven was a threat to the demon... she would become the new target of Ishagnar's wrath. Kara knew that by speaking up, she could spare herself from further degradation and potentially save her own life. The thought of exposing Raven was abhorrent… but not even close to as unthinkable as it would have been before her time in hell. Ishagnar might even forget about this idea of turning Kara into his personal whore and broodmare entirely and use Raven for that instead. She could spare herself. She could make all of this stop... and the temptation to end her own suffering was immense.
The choice was agonizing. Kara could speak the name and potentially save herself or remain silent and endure the unending, magically magnified torture. Her lips trembled, the word on the edge of her tongue.
Among the heroes of Earth, there had always been many who believed that Raven was too dangerous to be allowed to remain on Earth. The Daughter of the Demon Lord Trigon, one of the other greater lords of hell, the woman had more than once been possessed by the darkness in her blood and been used as a tool for the forces to hell to create a situation much like this one... though in the name of Trigon rather than Ishagnar. Raven had always fought to banish these demonic forces however, and many had stood up for her... and now, with a start Kara realized that she might be the greatest living expert in demonology and the banishing of these monsters back to hell.
Kara's body shuddered under the relentless pain Ishagnar was causing, but her thoughts remained on the portal, stealing glances when she could. Raven, hovering over the gateway to Hell, seemed to be gathering energy, her form flickering with shadows and fire. Ishagnar had said he had been bound before by the sorceress Azar... Kara didn't know much about the ancient sorceress, but she did know that Raven was also the last daughter of Azerath, the demi-plane of sorcery that Azar had created to teach her students before her death. Teach them the same sorcery that might be the only thing Ishagnar feared.
If anyone could replicate that feat, it was Raven.
At that moment, Kara understood. This was no random occurrence. Diana's sacrifice hadn't been in vain or random, and her battle toward the Hall of Justice was not as desperate as it seemed. The two of them had planned this together—not a last stand but a desperate gambit to reach the portal and cast the spell that could banish the demons once again.
Kara's mind wrestled with the agonizing choice as Ishagnar's dick continued its violent invasion. Each thrust sent waves of amplified pain through her, the spikes digging deeper with each movement. The temptation to speak a warning about what Raven was doing was nearly overwhelming, a siren's call that promised an end to her suffering. She could make it stop… and all she would have to do was give up the heroism, the sacrifice, the defiance that defined her. She would only have to betray everything she had ever stood for, everything she believed in.
But as she screamed, her voice mingling with the echoes of her despair, Kara told the demon nothing. The weight of her decision pressed down on her, each moment an eternity of torment. She wished with all her being that the temptation wasn't so strong, that the path of betrayal wasn't so clear. Yet, her resolve held firm, her eyes fixed on the potential glimmer of hope beyond her own agony.
Ishagnar, lost in his perverse pleasure, showed no signs of slowing. His laughter filled the chamber, a cruel counterpoint to Kara's muted cries. The camera captured her every expression of anguish, each frame a testament to her degradation. But she endured, clinging to the thought of Raven and her attempts to save them all.
In her heart, Kara knew that her silence was not just about survival; it was about preserving the last vestiges of her heroism, however tattered and torn it might be. She was buying time for Raven, allowing the shadowy figure to gather energy and prepare the spell that might save the world. She could still save the world... all she had to do was suffer. Even a worthless fuckdoll like her could manage that, right? Kara wanted to weep. It would have been so easy to make all the pain stop... but she couldn't let this opportunity slip away.
Even if the odds were stacked against them, even if the cost was her own degradation, Supergirl knew she had to buy time for Raven to prepare her spell.
As Ishagnar continued raping her as viciously as he could Kara felt the weight of her decision pressing down on her, and into her. With a deep breath she let herself scream and weep, her cries echoing off the chamber walls. Kara's body convulsed under the unrelenting pain, her thoughts fragmented and chaotic. She knew that by letting herself scream and weep she was distracting Ishagnar, allowing Raven a few more precious moments to complete her spell. It was a desperate gamble, but it was all she had left. The sound of her despair was music to Ishagnar's ears, his laughter filling the air as he gloated over her brokenness.
Ishagnar's laughter echoed off the chamber walls as he sensed Kara's breaking point. "Ah, the mighty Supergirl weeps," he taunted, his voice dripping with malicious glee. "Let the world hear your cries, and see your defeat." With each word, Ishagnar's thrusts grew more savage, his monstrous cock driving deeper into the heroine's vulnerable flesh. She screamed, her voice a mixture of pain and despair, each cry fueling his perverse pleasure. Tears streamed down her face, mingling with the blood and sweat that coated her body. She didn't even try to hold them back. Each sob, each whimper, was a sacrifice to distract Ishagnar, drawing his attention away from Raven and the portal... a small act of defiance to deny her utter degradation.
The incubus lord thrust into her harder still now that he could sense his triumph, each movement more savage than the last. Kara felt as though her body was being torn apart, the spikes on his cock digging deeper with every brutal stroke. Her screams mingled with the echoes of her despair, each gasp for air a struggle against the overwhelming agony. Ishagnar's grip tightened on Kara's hair, wrenching her head back and forth hard enough to make her neck strain. He leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear as he spoke, each word dripping with contempt. "Look at you, Kara," he sneered, his eyes glinting with mockery. "Even the mighty Supergirl is just a pathetic whore beneath it all. Deep down, every woman is the same—weak, desperate for a man's touch, no matter how cruel."
He gestured towards the camera, his voice rising to carry across the chamber. "Tell me world, does she not look like your mother, your sister, your daughter? Do they not all crumble under the slightest pressure?" Ishagnar laughed, the sound echoing off the walls, amplifying the horror of his words. "See how easily she submits, how eagerly she embraces her role as my plaything. This is the truth of womanhood—a constant struggle between the pathetic desire to resist and the inevitability of their surrender to real strength. Even the mightiest of them is no match for the lust of a man."
Kara's eyes burned with unshed tears, her body trembling under the weight of his words. She was trying to keep him distracted, but even so every sentence felt like a dagger slicing through her already fragile self-worth, reducing her to the sum of her vulnerabilities. Supergirl's mind raced, her thoughts fragmented and chaotic. She wanted to scream, to deny his accusations, but the reality of her situation silenced her. She was broken, violated, and utterly defeated. The world watched, and in her darkest moments she feared he might be right. She felt so pathetic. The camera watched dispassionately and broadcast everything out into the world… she had failed to keep strong for so many... but if she could stay just strong enough for just a little bit longer, it might not matter. Each moment was an eternity, her body a battlefield under Ishagnar's command, but she endured knowing that her suffering might just be the key to saving the world.
"And you," Ishagnar continued, turning back to Supergirl, his fingers digging into her scalp. "You will serve as a shining example. A reminder to all women that strength is an illusion, and submission is their only true destiny." His cock pulsed within her; each thrust was a brutal reminder of her utter helplessness. Supergirl's strong body convulsed under the onslaught, each movement of Ishagnar's cock feeling like it would tear her apart. The spikes dug deeper, amplifying the agony to unbearable levels. Her vision blurred, and the world was reduced to a tunnel of searing pain.
Kara didn't answer, her gaze locked on the portal, willing Raven to find the strength to cast the binding spell. The camera saw everything, each frame a testament to the resilience of the human spirit in the face of unspeakable horror. She kept screaming for it, louder and louder and louder. "Yes, scream for me, hero," he taunted, his voice dripping with malice. "Let the world hear how you crumble under my touch!"
As Kara's screams echoed through the chamber, a sudden shift in energy rippled across the air. Raven, her form outlined by the flame, rose above the portal to Hell, and her voice rose in a powerful invocation that seemed to resonate from the very depths of the earth. "Azarath Metrion Zinthos!" she chanted, each word infused with ancient power.
The chamber, once a theater of unending rape and torment, abruptly quieted... not everyone silenced themselves. Even so, almost everything stopped at the same moment, filling the room with an eerie quiet for a few heartbeats as every demon within it looked up, their expressions shifting from lustful indulgence to confusion. The air around them crackled with magical energy, a palpable force that warned of impending danger. Too late they realized the true extent of the threat. The portal to Hell, now alive with Raven's spell, began to pulsate with an otherworldly light, its edges shimmering like liquid fire. A vortex formed, spinning faster and faster, creating a gravitational force that pulled everything nearby into its swirling abyss.
Around the chamber, the scenes of rape dissolved into chaos. Men, demons, and many of their metahuman victims alike were caught in the whirlwind, their bodies lifted off the ground, limbs flailing as they struggled against the inexorable force. The air was thick with the sounds of panic—screams, curses, and desperate pleas—mingling with the roar of the vortex, only to be cut off as they vanished into the flames, flung violently back into hell.
Kara, still impaled on Ishagnar's monstrous cock, felt the pull of the portal intensify. Her body twisted in mid-air, the tentacles that held her captive straining against the magical force. Ishagnar, his face contorted with rage, tried to hold his ground but even his immense power was affected by the reversal of the magic of that portal wrought by Raven. "No! You dare defy me?" Ishagnar roared, his voice mingling with the chaotic din. His grip on Kara tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he fought to resist the pull of the portal. But the vortex was relentless, swallowing everything in its path, erasing the horrors of the chamber one agonizing moment at a time.
Raven, hovering above the portal, her eyes burning with determination, continued her incantation. The words flowed from her lips, each syllable a pulse of power that fueled the vortex, drawing the final moments of the demons' reign on Earth closer with every word. The Gargantuan, its massive form teeming with writhing worms, resisted as long as it could... its body gave out before its strength did. The skin tore, unleashing the monster like a ripped paper bag and flinging a flood of pale worms through the air like spilled intestines. As its body was sundered, the creatures within were pulled towards the portal... each worm unleashing a psychic scream that ripped into Supergirl's mind. Still, their tiny forms alone were helpless against the mighty pull of the collapsing portal.
As the vortex reached its peak, the chamber was transformed into a maelstrom of light and shadow. The demons, their forms distorted by the magical energies, were sucked into the portal their cries fading into the void. Many of the superheroines, battered and broken, found themselves lifted by the currents, carried away just as easily into the nightmare that had consumed them. Ishagnar roared in fury, tossing Kara aside with brutal force. He lunged for Raven.
The sorceress saw him coming. Beneath her cloak, Supergirl saw her violet eyes widen. She tried to fly up and out of his reach... too slow. Ishagnar moved with all the power and speed of a striking viper. Several of his tentacles shot forth, seizing her and dragging her towards him. The portal continued to suck him in but Ishagnar braced himself against the edges, holding against the pull. His arms and legs splayed out against it, looking for all the world like a hero holding up a collapsing building with his sheer physical and magical strength, his arms and legs trembling slightly as they strained against the vortex.
"Azar's little bitch!" he snarled at Raven, his eyes burning with hatred. "You will not ruin my plans again! I will shatter your feeble spell and hold you here until it ends. The invasion will proceed!"
Raven struggled against his grasp, her face set with determination, but Ishagnar's grip was unyielding. The portal raged behind them, a testament to the battle of wills unfolding between the demon lord and the sorceress. Kara, her body finally released from Ishagnar's grasp, held desperately onto the demon lord's throne to avoid being swept up in the torrent and the blonde watched, her body aching, bleeding, and broken, as the fate of the world hung in the balance.
As Kara watched in horror, Ishagnar's fury transformed into a brutal assault on Raven. With a snarl he tore at her clothing, rending her cloak and garments with savage force. The air filled with the sound of fabric shredding, exposing Raven's pale, vulnerable flesh to the chamber's harsh light.
Ishagnar's monstrous cock, slick with Kara's blood and glowing with his own demonic power, was thrust brutally into Raven's unprepared asshole. The sorceress gasped in pain, her body arching under the sudden intrusion. But the incubus lord showed no mercy; he intended to overwhelm her, to break her concentration and will.
Tentacles lashed out from Ishagnar, their movements swift and predatory. One invaded Raven's mouth, silencing her cries while another plunged deep into her cunt, filling her completely. The young sorceress was transformed into a grotesque display of violation, her body a battleground for Ishagnar's relentless assault.
Raven's eyes widened with terror as she felt the full force of Ishagnar's rape, each thrust driving deeper and harder than the last. The tentacles within her twisted and writhed, amplifying her agony and sapping her strength. The spell faltered, the vortex behind them weakening as her focus shattered under the onslaught.
Kara could see the logic in Ishagnar's actions—he needed to break Raven's concentration on the spell that threatened to banish him back to Hell. The scene was a tableau of violence and desperation, each moment critical in determining the fate of the world.
As Kara watched, the scene unfolded with a sickening clarity. Ishagnar's assault on Raven was relentless, each slice of his bladed dick accompanied by cruel slaps and scratches that marred her pale skin. Raven's body jerked under the force of the incubus lord's attack, her eyes wide with terror as she struggled against the overwhelming violation. The more she moved, the more she twitched, the weaker the spell got… Kara watched as the demon assaulted her focus along with her body, completely aware that every thought and movement Raven had that wasn’t focused on the spell weakened her grip on it.
Ishagnar's voice dripped with scorn as he taunted the young sorceress. "I recognize you," he hissed, his eyes glinting in the flame. "Trigon's daughter. How pathetic. You couldn't even save your own home from him... what chance did you ever have against me?" His fingers dug into her flesh, leaving crimson lines across her breasts and sides, the marks appearing instantly under his malicious touch.
Raven's cries were muffled by the tentacle forced into her mouth, and her attempts to resist were reduced to feeble, useless movements as Ishagnar continued his brutal rape. The vortex behind them weakened further, the spell faltering under the weight of her shattered concentration.
The brutality intensified as another tentacle slithered its way into Raven's pussy, its slimy surface glistening in the flickering light. Her stomach began to bulge obscenely, the outline of the invading appendages visible beneath her skin as they squirmed within her, adding to her torment. A second tentacle pushed its way into her mouth, silencing her further, while smaller tendrils probed her nostrils and her ears. They even attempted to penetrate the tiny holes in her nipples. Raven was transformed into a living pincushion for cock.
"You failed to save Azerath... now you've failed to save Earth. You thought you could banish me, just like Azar did centuries ago?" Ishagnar laughed, the sound cruel and cold. "Look around you, girl. I claimed Earth, where Trigon failed. This world is mine, and soon, so will you be. A trophy of my conquest, a reminder of your failure!"
Kara's horror was palpable, her suffering momentarily forgotten as she witnessed the escalation of Ishagnar's cruelty. Each movement of the tentacles was a stark reminder of the depths of the demon lord's depravity, the sheer scale of his power over life and death. Raven's body convulsed uncontrollably, her struggles becoming weaker as the tentacles ravaged her insides, their movements a macabre dance of domination.
The chamber echoed with the sounds of Raven's muffled screams, each cry a testament to her unending agony. Ishagnar reveled in her degradation, his laughter a cruel counterpoint to her suffering. Kara's heart ached as she witnessed Raven's helplessness, each moment of agony etched deeply into her memory. The sorceress, their last beacon of hope, now lay broken beneath Ishagnar's wrath, her pale skin bearing the marks of his fury. Kara felt a surge of impotent rage, her suffering momentarily forgotten as she watched the fate of another hero unfold in such a horrific manner.
Suspended in the chaos, Kara's heart pounded in her chest and everything in her pleaded desperately for someone, anyone, to intervene. But as Ishagnar continued his vicious rape it seemed that all hope was lost, and the world would forever fall under the demon lord's cruel dominion.
Kara watched in silent agony as Ishagnar brutalized Raven, each thrust of his destroying demonic dick a hammer blow to the last remnants of hope. Clinging to the throne for support, Kara's body ached with a pain that seemed to echo the world's despair. She felt utterly worthless, her spirit shattered by the endless violations she had endured. The thought that Ishagnar might have already impregnated her and she was even now carrying yet another abomination within her was too much to bear.
As Raven's resistance faltered under the relentless assault, Kara realized the direness of their situation. Diana's sacrifice and Raven's spell had been their boldest gambit, yet here they were on the brink of complete failure. Kara knew all too well the strength of Ishagnar; he would break Raven, just as he had broken her. The portal to Hell would remain open, and Earth would fall into eternal damnation.
In this moment of utter hopelessness, Kara found herself at a crossroads. She could surrender to the inevitable, lay down her burden, and let the world crumble around her. It wouldn't be her fault, after all—she hadn't been the one who tried to stop him. Raven had failed. The demon lord was unstoppable. Yet even as she contemplated this path, a flicker of defiance stirred within her. Was this truly how she wanted her story to end? As a victim, forever defined by her weakness and submission?
The chamber echoed with Raven's muffled cries, each sound a knife twisting in Kara's heart. But amidst the horror Kara saw a glimmer of something else—a spark of resilience in Raven's eyes, a refusal to yield completely. It was a reminder of who Supergirl once was: a hero who fought against insurmountable odds.
As Ishagnar focused his wrath on Raven, ignoring the disgraced blonde superheroine for the moment, she knew she had a choice. Kara could accept defeat and let the world burn.
Or Supergirl could do something insanely stupid.
Kara's body felt like lead as she slowly pushed herself to her feet, each movement an agonizing testament to her exhaustion and the countless wounds inflicted upon her. The air reeked with the thick musk of demonic essence and shook with the echoes of Raven's muffled screams, a haunting symphony that filled her with a mix of despair and resolve. She looked down at Raven, her once-powerful form now a twisted tableau of violation, pinned beneath Ishagnar's monstrous weight in the center of the portal.
The portal itself had shrunk to barely the size of a large jacuzzi, its edges shimmering with an otherworldly light that threatened to consume everything in its path. Ishagnar strained against its pull; his arms outstretched, veins bulging with the effort to resist the portal being closed. It was quite an effort for him, but he was - just barely - managing it. With all his power, he was able to resist both the pull and Raven's magic as it still fought to close the rift. Meanwhile, the sorceress wouldn't be able to keep up her effort for much longer. Blood dripped from all of Raven's battered holes, a stark reminder of the brutality she was enduring.
Kara's legs felt shaky and weak as she staggered forward, each step a battle against gravity and her own failing strength. She moved with the slowness of a dream, her limbs heavy and unresponsive, the world around her blurring into a haze of pain and desperation. Her eyes scanned the chamber one last time, taking in the remnants of the fallen heroes and the chaos that had once been their world. With a deep breath that shuddered through her broken body, Kara mustered every ounce of strength she had left. She felt useless, her pride stripped away, her powers destroyed by the hellfire sun that had swallowed Earth’s. She was pathetic and weak...
But she still weighed something.
Summoning all her resolve, she launched herself at the portal... directly at Ishagnar and Raven, her body a projectile fueled by sheer will. Supergirl, for possibly the last time in her life, flew for one terrible second as she covered the distance... when her body crashed into Ishagnar as hard as she could.
And the impact ruined the delicate equilibrium.
Ishagnar's eyes blazed with a fury that matched the inferno of the portal as the force of her impact caused his grip on the portal to slip ever so slightly. The incubus's voice was a thunderous roar that echoed off the chamber walls, a tempest of rage and disbelief. "You worthless bitch!" he bellowed, his voice a thunderclap that shook the very air.
Then his grip slipped against the magical forces pulling at him. The incubus lord's face contorted into a mask of pure hatred as he lost his grip and fell... and as he did, Supergirl watched him rip apart, the human body that belonged here ripping its way free of the incubus lord. Then he was plummeting down into hell... and bound together by fate and Supergirl's final choice, Raven and she tumbled after him into the abyss.
Ishagnar tumbled down into the inferno of hell, and the portal closed behind them with a final, resounding boom. Slowly, Mardakk the Magnificient groaned as he pushed himself up from the ground, his body aching with a pain that seemed to fill his whole body. He was covered in blood and gore, his naked form a perfect match to the once-mighty, defiled halls of the Justice League.
Staggering to his feet, Mardakk felt a surge of impotent rage. The plan, the glorious conquest of Earth, had been so close to fruition. And yet, in a single moment it had all unraveled. Ishagnar, the mighty incubus lord and his patron, his other half, had been dragged back to Hell. Of the two super-sluts who had ruined everything, there was no trace... presumably, they had fallen with him.
Not all of the demonic army had been pulled in through the portal, but Mardakk knew that didn't matter. All of the portals in the world would have reacted to Raven's magic the same way, pulling the demons back through them before closing and cutting them off from the source of infernal magic that sustained them. Around him, the scattered remnants of his demonic horde were rapidly disintegrated into dust, their essence torn and starved of the power to continue.
All those years down the fucking drain, and now he would have to start all over.
Mardakk reached out with his power, his fingers trembling with the effort to reopen the portal. He gathered magic and focus, picturing the form of the portal spell he had become as familiar with as the lines of his own palm. Despite his pain, the attempt was perfect, his focus absolute... and absolutely nothing happened. The magic that had coursed through him had come from his demonic patron... and now that link to that patron was severed with him cast back to the hell he had come from. All that remained was the cold reality of his own mortality, stripped of the supernatural strength that had defined him.
He stood there, alone in the ruins, the air thick with the stench of defeat. The demons that had not been pulled back through the portal were now nothing more than dust, the last of their forms dissolving into nothingness. The silence was deafening, a stark reminder of the chaos that had consumed the world. The portal was closed, and with it, any hope of reclaiming the glory that had slipped through his fingers.
He refused to accept that.
Mardakk tried again, reaching deep into himself. Ishagnar was gone, but he had been bathing in demonic power for weeks now. There had to be something left, buried deep down. It wouldn't take too much. Mardakk snarled in frustration, his hands trembling as he continued to channel every magical trick he had learned in a desperate attempt to reopen the portal. All he needed was to open it for a second... only a small portal, only for a minute. Just enough to bring his Patron back through. Then they could start over, just like they had before. There was so much lust and pain and misery in this world to feast on, so much magic to claim. They could do it!
The quiet sound of footsteps approaching from behind caught his attention.
Spinning around, Mardakk's eyes widened in shock at the sight that greeted him. Hundreds of men and women and a few dozen few dozen superheroines and villains, were slowly walking towards him. The women were a grotesque sight, covered in bruises and layers of dried cum, their bodies bearing countless scratches. Their hair was disheveled and they dripped with the vile remnants of their abuse, yet their expressions were hauntingly blank, devoid of any emotion except for a simmering, collective rage.
The men too seemed altered, their faces set into masks of grim shock. Without the incubus's aura surrounding them, they still remembered everything they had done and what they had felt, but they no longer understood why. They seemed hollowed out to Mardakk... but while the group of men and women stepped hesitantly and slowly, they did not stop.
Mardakk took a step back, his mind gradually processing what was happening. These were the very people he had sought to dominate, the pawns in his grand scheme. Now, he was stripped of his power and standing amidst the ashes of a world he had tried to claim—weak and vulnerable.
"What... what is this?" Mardakk stammered, his voice cracking under the weight of his disbelief. "How dare you!"
Mardakk felt fear for the first time in years, his heart pounding as he slowly took a step back. Raising his hand, he commanded them to stay back, his voice trembling with a mix of rage and desperation. "How dare you approach a sorcerer!" he shouted, his words echoing off the shattered walls of the chamber. "I will bestow upon you horrible deaths, each more painful than the last! Eternities of misery and pain await those who cross me!"
From the center of the group, a familiar face stared back at him. Black Canary stepped forward, her movements fluid despite the layers of cum that clung to her bruised body. Her lips were still sewn shut, silencing her, and as she bent down, Mardakk couldn't stop his eyes from following her bare breasts as she did... remembering what they had felt like in his hand, how he had slapped the bouncing things as he made her his first victim. When she came back up holding the hilt of Wonder Woman's sword, however, his priorities changed rapidly.
The blonde heroine took another step forward, her eyes locking onto Mardakk with a fury that seemed to burn through the air between them. As she took another step still, the sword gripped tightly in her hand, Mardakk took another hesitant strike backward. The crowd around her parted slightly, allowing her to step forward, her eyes never leaving his. The other superheroines and villainesses and the crowd of shocked men stepped forward just behind her, their expressions a mix of pain and grim determination.
Black Canary advanced, her steps slow and deliberate, the sword glinting in the dim light. The sorcerer took another slow step backward... and his back hit a wall, his retreat cut off. For the first time, he truly understood the depth of his defeat. The magnitude of the mistake Mardakk the Magnificient had made in underestimating the resilience of the prey he had hoped to claim.
He screamed. The crowd screamed back. And things got very, very loud.
But only for a short time.
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