Ms. Marvel lay on the ground, holding her sides and trembling as she felt the thick cum ooze from her abused ass hole and cunt. She could feel the cum fill all her bottom orifices, painting both her womb and intestine’s green. Hulk had cummed so hard into her ass it had been forced all the way into her stomach. Ms. Marvel couldn’t look at her belly now, it was sagging out from her body as it was filled to capacity with cum. It had gone so far through her she could taste it in her mouth. Her pudgy belly disgusted her as much as the rest of her did. She had been reduced to a cum dumpster by a beast once considered Earth’s greatest. It didn’t comfort her to know that she wasn’t the first and wouldn’t be the last.

Hulk was enjoying his afterglow, feeling satisfied for a short time. His balls were empty and it would take at least ten minutes before he was ready to rape another woman. He stared down at his golden haired victim, wondering if maybe he should just keep her. She was fun to use and after taking her ass she seemed to have lost all her fight. He was ready to toss her to the other girls and go hunting for a new addition to his collection, when the one thing that controlled the slaves as much as Hulk voiced its opinion, his belly. It growled loudly, alerting him to what it wanted and Hulk never denied it what it wanted.

“He’s hungry,” whispered Hawkgirl, one of the few slaves with enough courage to speak, to another slave. It was Black Cat, one of the many slaves reduced to a terrified mute by the abuse. She remained silent, wishing Ms. Marvel luck in the next life. She sure hadn’t gotten any luck when the Hulk grabbed her.

Ms. Marvel was obvious to everything as she wallowed in desolation over her sad fate. She failed to notice the terrified look on all the girl’s faces or that Hulk was licking her lips. She didn’t even raise her head when he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up. He carried her to his face with ease, the smell of his cum failing to cover her yummy scent. Blonds were always tasty, but so were brunets, redheads and even green haired aliens. Now that Hulk thought about it, all girls tasted good.

When Ms. Marvel lifted her head weakly, she lifted up her head to look into the rough, glaring face of the Hulk. She trembled at seeing him so close. She figured he wanted a kiss after fucking her which was surprisingly romantic for a twisted rapist. She puckered up, ready to kiss the beast. It wouldn’t be the most disgusting thing she’d done today by the least. Instead, Hulk opened his mouth, wider and wider until Ms. Marvel could see the whole inside of the glistening maw and that dark entrance to his throat. It was big enough for her to fit inside, she thought and then it hit her what the Hulk was going to do, all those depressing thoughts vanished in a fire of newfound terror. “Don’t!” She screamed for what it was worth, but knew she might as well been silent. Words couldn’t reach this monster.

Hulk’s head snapped forward and over her in a single fluid motion. Ms. Marvel looked forward and froze, like a deer before headlights, as she faced the open jaws. the pink insides of the mouth rushed towards her and she found her face pushing against the Hulk’s rough tongue. The slimy, broad muscle moved over her face as she was pushed forward towards the throat. The jaws descended around her and immediately shut right above her shoulders. The Hulk moaned at the musky taste and licked at the beautiful face of his victim. He lifted his head, with Ms. Marvel’s arms and legs dangling out. Her arms swung about wildly, at once trying to find something to grip, but finding nothing. The Hulk held her over his mouth as he slowly swallowed her, glad to see the fight had returned just before her death.