Ms. Marvel tried to fight. She threw her best punches and fought tooth and nail against the naked green beast, but she was already weak from her earlier fight and the Hulk was stronger then ever. She hit him dozens of times, getting no effect from Hulk. The futility hit her quickly as the Hulk took every blow with a grin. She knew she had to escape, but the second she tried to fly, the Hulk grabbed her by the hair and threw her to the ground. “Yellow hair no fly! Stay on ground or Hulk get angry!”

Blood dripped from Ms. Marvel’s lips as she stared up hatefully at the Hulk. She wanted to pound him into the ground and show the brute she couldn’t be pushed around. Her eyes wandered to all the other super hero women huddled around the cave. They were beat up, but Carol knew that if they all rose up against the Hulk they could beat him. However, the damage these women were suffering from seemed as much emotional as physical. They were all trembling, looking at the ground as if they were afraid to meet the Hulks eyes. These weren’t super heroes, they were traumatized women. Ms. Marvel could take a good guess why they were like this.

The Hulk stood above Ms. Marvel, his face as grim as death itself as looked upon his prey. Her uniform was torn, allowing him to see one of her breasts and most of her long, luscious legs. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to get him to start getting hard. He knew what he wanted to do and like everything, he demanded that he get what he wanted. “Lick Hulk’s cock now! Be good and Hulk keep you! Make Hulk happy!” He trusted his hips out, demanding service right away. As his erecting flopped in the air, Ms. Marvel retched at the sight of it.

Like the Hulk, his cock was huge, wider then her whole arm and just as long. Thick, green veins ran down the shaft, throbbing as more and more blood was pumped into it. The head alone was nearly as big as Carol’s skull. A thick drop of precum oozed from the tip and Carol was disgusted to find that the Hulk’s cum was green. Ms. Marvel was sickened by the sight of the monster wang and would rather die then touch the hideous thing. Crossing her arms under her bouncy chest, she spit at the Hulk. “Fuck you!”

The Hulk backhanded her hard and all the women recoiled as the blow echoed through the spacious cave. Ms. Marvel’s fell back to the floor, her face hitting the ground as she lay there dizzy and disorientated. The Hulk snarled, reaching towards her with his giant hands. “Hulk no Fuck Hulk! Hulk Fuck you!”

His hand wrapped around her midsection, holding her down as he pawed at her backside with his free hands. He groped her firm, bubble butt before ripping the bottom of her costume off without any concern. Ms. Marvel moaned as she felt her clothes being torn. She was still out of it from the blow and was fading out. She came out of it as Hulks giant hand started rubbing her naked bottom. “Stop it!” She hissed as he rubbed her from the small of her back all the way down to her calves.

He was petting her, stopping to rub her soft buttocks with ever stroke. Hulk grumbled, liking the sensation of soft woman against his hand, but he would like what came next more. He liked it when the slutty prey was nice, it meant they would want to please Hulk. But Hulk didn’t mind it when they didn’t play nice, he still got to feel good. He would have liked to have kept yellow hair for a little while, but he knew he couldn’t. She couldn’t be trained like the others. His touch revolted him and he knew she would never be nice like them. Too bad for her.