The Wreckers

She thought she was done when a voice spoke up,

• All right, let She-Hulk out, I'll give her a treat, she'll like it.

She recognized the thug who had stayed away, Henry Camp the Bulldozer, a notorious criminal, but for once she was happy; he would be equal to She-Hulk and might be able to satisfy her so she'd leave him alone.

Jennifer transformed into She-Hulk.

• On her knees, she came to suck me off to get me ready for what was to come.

She-Hulk, her emerald skin glistening with sweat and saliva, fell to her knees with a grunt that was more hunger than protest. Her massive hands trembled as they reached Henry's belt, the leather straining against her thick waist. When his cock sprang free, already half-hard, she didn't hesitate, wrapping her lips around him with a moan that vibrated through her body.

Henry's fingers tangled in her wild green hair, forcing her down until her nose pressed against his pelvis. She gagged around his girth, her throat throbbing as he began to thrust, each movement rough enough to make her cry.

Two massive men arrived as he threw her onto the toilet seat and began fucking her, shattering part of the toilet.

• Oh my goodness, this little bitch here and at our mercy. Go ahead, Henry, fuck her, then we'll take care of her. It was Dirk Garthwait and Eliot Franklin, his accomplices, who had just arrived. The night was about to get epic.

Henry didn't need to be motivated twice. His large hands gripped She-Hulk's hips, his fingers digging into her emerald flesh like claws as he pinned her against the gutted toilet.

Finally, she had a jackhammer at her height, or even higher than she would have liked. Only the Hulk himself could have done better, but this was brutal, no mercy, like She-Hulk wanted.

Finally, she had a jackhammer at her height, or even higher than she would have liked. Only the Hulk himself could have done better, but this was brutal, no mercy, like She-Hulk wanted.

Henry thrust in and out of her with sharp thrusts, pulling out completely before shoving himself back in with a sharp thrust. She-Hulk's cries rent the air with a hoarse grunt as her nails scraped the cracked porcelain of the toilet.

• Yes, go ahead, fuck me.
• Don't worry, baby, we're the wreckers, you'll understand why.

Henry's hips rammed into her with the **** of a mad jackhammer, each brutal thrust cracking the shattered porcelain under She-Hulk's weight. Her back arched, her emerald skin slick with sweat as she clawed at the broken toilet seat, her moans turning into hoarse screams.

Dirk and Eliot moved closer, their hands roaming her body, one gripping her throat, the other twisting her nipple hard enough to make her moan.

Eliot signaled to Henry, who repositioned himself, allowing him to position himself to sodomize her savagely. Even for She-Hulk, it was too much. She never would have thought a human could make her suffer like this. Her rectum was stretched to the point of bursting.

Dirk and Eliot moved closer, their hands roaming her body, one gripping her throat, the other twisting her nipple hard enough to make her moan.

Eliot signaled to Henry, who repositioned himself, allowing him to position himself for a brutal sodomy. Even for She-Hulk, this was too much—she never would have thought a human could make her suffer like this.

The third pressed down on her shoulders so she was unable to absorb the assaults of the other two. She had no escape; he was devastating her from the inside out. Without her ability to regenerate, a normal woman would have been crushed by his thrusts.

Henry's hips slammed into her with the **** of a wrecking ball, each brutal thrust making the broken toilet groan beneath them. Miss Hulk's emerald flesh stretched obscenely around him, her muscles quivering as Eliot pushed deeper into her anus; every inch a burning violation. Dirk's grip on her throat tightened, cutting off her hoarse cries as he rubbed his already hard cock against her cheek.

"Look at me, slut," Henry growled, pulling her head back by her hair. Tears streamed down her face. He slapped her nearly head-on, and when he finished, he nearly choked her with his cock, which **** open her lips, taking advantage of her half-stunned state.

Henry ordered her,

• Oh, don't kill her, we're having fun... Today's her birthday. I want her to never forget the day she was our lustful female dog.

Dirk loosened his grip slightly, leaving She-Hulk gasping, her mouth wide open, distorted by the cock forcing it to the back of her throat, a trail of drool running down her chin. Eliot, still anchored to her ass, sneered as she felt her muscles contract violently around him, each spasm a mixture of pain and **** pleasure.

She was losing her footing, her lucidity slipping away from her, she was becoming a female dog in heat, satisfying her bestial urges.

Dirk's cock pulsed in her throat as he pushed his head deeper into her, his nose pressed against her sweat-soaked stomach. She gagged violently, her emerald throat throbbing around him; each wet, smothering noise only prompted her to grind harder against his face. To compensate for his hatred of She-Hulk, he slapped her breasts with all his might.

Henry's fingers dug into her hips, pulling her back under Eliot's relentless thrusts, her ass straining obscenely around his waist. They changed positions many times, her ass, her mouth, her sex overflowing with their cum, and they seemed tireless; she couldn't remember how long it had been, or how many times she'd endured their penetrations.

She-Hulk cruelly felt every brutal inch of Eliot's relentless thrusts. Her body convulsed between them, her emerald flesh straining obscenely around their sexes, raw and glistening. Dirk's free hand tangled in her hair, pulling her head back just enough to make her gasp before he thrust back down her throat. The slapping of skin against skin echoed through the ruined cabin, mingling with Miss Hulk's muffled moans; half pain, half senseless pleasure.

Eliot groaned as she felt her muscles tighten around him, her body betraying her despite the humiliation. She eventually lost consciousness. It wasn't until early morning that she regained consciousness in her Jennifer Walters form. Returning home to the dark streets of this seedy suburb promised many troubles, as She-Hulk had decided to let her go at the worst possible moment.