Breaking She Hulk

by Darth rebellion

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She-Hulk climbed out of the limousine onto the sidewalk in the hot Mexican night. The limousine had driven her back to the five-star luxury hotel that she was staying in for the duration of the International Conference on Human Trafficking, organized by the United Nations to discuss the increasing problem of white slavery.

She-Hulk, in her guise as the human lawyer, Jennifer Walters, had become involved in the crusade against human trafficking, and – in particular – the sexual slavery of women. Several powerful criminal syndicates around the world had become increasingly brazen in this highly profitable trade. Recently, there was even disturbing intelligence that some superheroines that had vanished mysteriously had become victims of the illegal trade, abducted and enslaved. Such slaves commanded a premium on the black market, with those that were more powerful commanding a higher price.

She-Hulk had always despised the idea of women being subjugated to serve men sexually. In her spare time from her Avengers duties, she was a zealot in combating white slavery and human trafficking, both as a highly visible advocate and physically as a warrior helping police around the world find and raid places where women were held against their will. Speaking at the summit was part of her advocacy, but she wondered if it was worth the time. The summit was the usual series of boring, high-minded but ineffectual speeches. She was mildly amused at the propensity of the elites to make long speeches, the length of which was in inverse proportion to their readiness to take any action. She sometimes sneered at how they would say one thing, but would very often do and think another. It did not escape her attention that some of the men present had ogled her body lustfully.

As She-Hulk entered the hotel lobby, the guests present turned and looked at her. She seemed to attract a lot of attention wherever she went, which was not surprising. She was a very large woman indeed, standing six foot seven inches even in flat shoes, which meant that she would tower over most humans. Her figure was superb, with a symmetrical hourglass body and long limbs. Her breasts were very large for a normal female, but perfectly in proportion to her overall size. Indeed, their roundness and firmness emphasized the narrowness of her torso at the waist before it flared out into well-rounded hips, which in turn joined a pair of long shapely legs.

Of course, aside from the sheer size of her physique, She-Hulk was green all over, the effect of the gamma-ray infected blood flowing through her veins. Not only was her skin green from head to toe, but her hair, worn shoulder-length, was a very dark shade of color. All that green, however, did not make her look freakish. Indeed, she was acknowledged to be a very attractive female. Her face featured high cheekbones as well as a well-shaped chin. Her large green eyes were framed by long dark green eyelashes, overarched by a pair of neatly trimmed eyebrows, also of dark green. She had a long thin nose, below which was a pair of thick luscious green lips, which she had deliberately painted in a dark green shade to complement her skin tone. She wore her large green hair in loose waves that cascaded down from her head down to her shoulders.

She-Hulk was wearing her usual costume, consisting of a simple white bodysuit with purple panels on her flanks. It had a halter top that covered her long throat but left her shoulders and arms bare.

The leg-holes of the bodysuit were cut high, revealing her long legs up to her hips. At the same time, they exposed a generous portion of her rounded buttocks. The only other items she wore were oversized white running shoes.

As She-Hulk walked through the hotel lobby and approached the elevator that would bring her up to her hotel suite, its doors opened and a man stepped out of it. He was wearing a well-tailored suit that fitted him snugly, showing off his well-proportioned physique. He was tall for a normal male but was a head shorter than her in her gamma-ray enhanced form. He seemed to be in his middle-age, with salt-and-pepper hair, but he had a pair of bright and piercing eyes that immediately arrested her attention with their intensity and total focus. He seemed to have a tensed-up way of moving as if he expected to be attacked at any time. For some reason, she felt an unaccountable attraction towards him as soon as she caught the scent of the strange and heavy cologne he was wearing.

Perhaps it was because of this, She-Hulk nearly crashed into the man. She blushed as her heavy breasts brushed against the tip of his right shoulder as she turned to avoid a head-on collision. He turned and smiled, and said: "Pardon me."

"No, it's me," She-Hulk said as the man stopped before her. He was certainly not a bad-looking man, and - suddenly - she wondered if he was with anyone.

"Jennifer?" the man asked suddenly. She-Hulk froze, caught off-guard again by being referred to by the name of her alter-ego while she was fully green. Her mind raced as she desperately tried to recall the man.

"Jennifer Walters?" the man asked again. "Y...yes?" She-Hulk asked.

"I'm sorry, I fail to connect Jennifer Walters with She-Hulk sometimes." the man said pleasantly. "I'm sorry, you are?" She-Hulk asked.

"It's me, Thomas Urquhart." the man said, smiling. She-Hulk's knees almost went weak at his smile, "We went to law school together. Well, for a while anyway, before I dropped out."

She-Hulk's mind was working furiously away, searching her memory, but she really could not match the name to a face.

"I wouldn't be surprised if you don't remember me. I was geeky and shy, always sitting at the back of the class." the man explained. She-Hulk had a hard time imagining the confident and charming man before her as being geeky or shy!

"You were pretty back then." the man continued, then smiled again, "And I must say you look just as good in person as the famous She-Hulk!"

"Th...thank you," She-Hulk said. She was sure that her cheeks were a rosy red now, even under all that green.

"But... I know it is presumptuous of me, but may I invite Jennifer Walters to dinner?" the man asked, in a tone, almost as if he was asking Mr. Walters, her father, for permission to date his daughter.

"Why, of course!" She-Hulk said, suddenly deciding to throw all caution to the wind. She was single now, she was alone in a foreign land. Why not have some fun?

"Not that I would not have asked She-Hulk out, as well," the man said mischievously, "But I really would love to see Jennifer Walters again."

"You've got a date," She-Hulk said. She was charmed by this man, and the evening suddenly seemed more interesting than she had anticipated.

"Very well. See you at the lobby at 7?"

"OK," She-Hulk replied, suddenly feeling very much like a teenager again. Parting from the man, she hurried up to her hotel suite. As she stepped into her room and the door closed behind her, she quickly reached back with her hands and unzipped the long zip that ran down the back of her halter-top costume. As the back parted, it revealed the rippling muscles on her back. She pulled the costume front down and shrugged out of it, before pulling it down past her hips, letting it slip down her long legs to the carpeted floor, leaving her in her purple lacy bra and thong panties. She bent down, and quickly undid the laces of her shoes and kicked them off, before tearing off her socks. Finally, she reached back behind her back and unclasped the hooks from the loops of her gigantic bra, and shrugged it off her shoulders, before hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her thong panties, stretching it, and then pulling it past her rounded buttocks to let it drop to the floor, revealing the fact that her vulva had been Brazilian waxed.

As She-Hulk walked towards the bathroom, she began to visibly shrink, even as the green tone of her skin began to lighten and the dark green of her hair began to change until her skin was white and her hair had turned a dark brown. She went from her previous gigantic 6' 7" to a tall 5' 10". She was just as attractive as Jennifer Walters, though, with firm breasts, a trim waist, and round buttocks and hips that swayed behind her as she stepped into the shower.

After showering, Jennifer Walters went to her suitcase and unpacked a little black dress. She had not expected to wear it, although she usually would pack a set of clothes for her Jennifer alter-ego, not knowing when she might need it. Besides a dress, it would include a set of underwear, as well as pair of shoes. In this case, she pulled out a pair of black lacy bra and thong panties, then a pair of black high-heeled sling-back pumps. After putting on her underwear, Jennifer turned to the dress and pulled it on from her feet up over her torso. It was a toga dress that went over her left shoulder, while the hem barely reached past her buttocks, leaving much of her smooth long legs open to view. Her legs were made to look even longer once she had put on her pumps, the five-inch heels boosting her height close to her original height as She-Hulk. Once she had put on thick mascara and eye-liners around her brown eyes, and glossy champagne red lipstick on her lips, she was ready for the evening.

Excited like a schoolgirl, Jennifer went down to the restaurant at precisely seven. The man was already waiting and seemed delighted to see her, now as Jennifer rather than She-Hulk.

"My, you have not aged a bit." the man sighed, offering his arm, which Jennifer took with a dazzling smile.

The evening went as well as Jennifer had hoped. The man was highly engaging. Apparently, after dropping out of law school, he became a successful entrepreneur, setting up a successful eco- enterprise in the depths of the Amazon forest, offering environmentally friendly tours and resort packages. He had been so successful that he had become a millionaire several times over. The man was also very conversant with art and history and recounted stories from his travels around the world. He seemed to have spent much time in the past few years in Eastern Europe. He even had a little discussion on the politics of superhero team-ups!

Jennifer was utterly charmed. She had not had such a wonderful dinner date for a long time, someone who could engage her on a full intellectual level, and yet still ooze sex appeal. She could not understand why she had not noticed him while in law school, but he did say he was a shy geek back then.

The dinner was excellent, with Jennifer letting the man order both the dishes and the wine. The dishes were all authentically Mexican, and yet highly sophisticated for the experienced palate. The bottle of wine was an expensive one, and very old, which the man took a sample of first, before giving a brief rundown of its provenance. He then poured a generous glass for Jennifer and himself. By the time the bottle was empty, she was feeling a bit tipsy, although that did not stop her from feeling a raging lust for the man.

Perhaps it was the alcohol that made Jennifer do it, but she suddenly found herself running a foot up the leg of the man seated opposite her. The man looked up and fixed her with one of his grins. Yes, he was interested. The bill was quickly settled, and soon, he was escorting her up to his suite. When the door opened, she sauntered into the suite, eyeing the bedroom with its large king-sized bed through the open double doors connecting it to the sitting room, and sat down on the corner of a plush sofa, lounging on it seductively and suggestively.

The man smiled and walked over to a bar in the corner of the room. He opened a small fridge and took out a bottle of champagne, his eyes focusing on Jennifer. He popped open the bottle and poured out two glasses, then came over to her, handing her one.

"Cheers." the man said. Jennifer smiled and drained the glass. It tasted good, although a bit dry. She reached forward to place the glass on the coffee table before the sofa, but as she did so, she suddenly felt giddy. Her hands began to feel weak and she dropped the glass involuntarily. The man grabbed the glass and placed it on the coffee table as she slumped back into the sofa.

The man placed his glass on the table and looked down at Jennifer as she struggled to sit up, her limbs seeming to have lost much of their strength.

"Wha…" Jennifer began, her speech slurred as she looked up at the man. She was shocked to see how the man's gaze had changed. It was cruel and predatory now.

"I know that you would have given yourself to me willingly," the man said, contemplating her sensual body sprawled on the sofa, "But I am not interested in that which is given to me. I must seize it for myself from an unwilling opponent. This is the way I do business. This is the way I like my sex." Jennifer tried to move, but her movements were sluggish and weak. She tried to rise, but the man stepped forward and slapped her on the left cheek, knocking her onto the carpeted floor. He used

the toe of a shoe to flip her onto her back, then grabbed her ankles and spread her legs, revealing her crotch. He smiled at the sight of the panties covering her vulva.

"Not yet." the man muttered, dragging Jennifer into the bedroom by her ankles. He dropped her legs onto the floor, before bending over to grab her by her arms, pulling her up to a seated position, before lifting her by her armpits and dumping her onto the bed. She found herself looking up at the ceiling of the room and saw that a large mirror had been placed there, and she could see herself in it, sprawled helplessly on the white sheets of the bed.

The man reached down under the bed and pulled up something. It was the looped end of a rope that had already been doubled. He encircled Jennifer's right wrist twice with it, then tied the loop end in place. He walked over to the other side of the bed and reached under it again, to pull up the double loose ends of the rope. As he pulled, she felt her right wrist being pulled towards the side of the bed and down. The man now pulled up the ends of the lines and tied her left wrist with it, tightly, such that her arms were now stretched taut across the bed.

The man now went to the end of the bed, to the right. He pulled up a short rope that had already been tied to the foot of the bed, and pulled her right foot, still wearing her high-heels towards the corner, and tied her right ankle in place. He went to the other corner, where another rope had been tied to the foot, and used it to tie Jennifer's left ankle. Looking up at herself, she could see herself spread-eagled helplessly on the bed, her legs spread wide open, which forced the hem of her skirt up to expose her panties.

The man walked away from the bed and opened a drawer, Jennifer turning her head to following his movement. He took something out of the drawer and came back to her. He was holding a large red rubber ball-gag, with a thick leather strap threaded through it, which he then proceed to stuff into her weakly protesting mouth, buckling the ends of the strap tightly behind the back of her neck, propping her jaws wide open.

"Mmmmm!" Jennifer protested weakly, pulling at the ropes binding her. She could not believe that this was happening to her. She had been seduced into a trap and was now bound and gagged in a helpless spread-eagle. She was being victimized like some naive teenager! The thought angered her, and she tried to transform into She-Hulk. But as she strained her mind to try to change into her large green alter-ego, twisting and turning her body, she realized to her horror that she was not transforming.

"If you are wondering why She-Hulk doesn't appear," the man said, "It's because of the drug I had given you. It suppresses the neurotransmitters necessary for you to trigger the transformation process. And, yes, I have done my research on you, She-Hulk."

"MMMMMMPH!" his victim cursed in her gag, but there was nothing she could do now. The man walked over to the end of the bed and climbed onto the mattress. Kneeling between her widely spread legs, he bent over and ran his hands up her long thighs, until he reached her crotch, covered by the pair of lacy thong panties. Then he reached up and yanked down the top of her dress. There was a ripping sound as the seam of the right side gave way under his strong pull. He pulled the ripped fabric away from her body to reveal the cups of her bra. He reached down, grabbed the chest band of the bra, and yanked it down, pulling the cups away from her breasts, popping them free. Then he reached down to her crotch, and hooked a finger into the crotch-piece of her panties, and yanked this aside to expose her vulva. She pulled at the ropes binding her, infuriated at being exposed in this way.

The man reached down now with a hand, touched Jennifer's naked vulva. She squirmed but could not get away as the man probed her vagina mouth until he found her clitoris. Then, he began to expertly manipulate the little knob, until it began to engorge. His captive screamed in protest into her gag, but he ignored her as he continued to manipulate her clitoris. Slowly, her gagged protests turned into soft moans as her body began to respond to the rubbing of her clitoris.

Jennifer could not believe that it was happening to her. To HER! She was being molested and there was nothing she could do about it. She could not even cry out for help with the gag in her mouth. Worse, she could feel her body begin to respond to the man's touch. She was becoming hornier and hornier by the moment.

"You are becoming wet." the man said mockingly, "You like kinky sex, don't you?"

"MMMMMMMPH!" Jennifer cursed into her gag, but there was no denying that she was becoming more and more aroused. She writhed in her rope bonds, not only from her attempts to break free but also from the ecstasy that was building up inside of her. How could her body betray her like this, she found herself wondering.

The man withdrew his hand and reached for his pants. Soon, he had the belt unbuckled and the front undone. He let his pants slip down his thighs, before he pulled down his briefs, and took out his penis, already fully engorged. Her eyes widened slightly at the size of the man. She didn't think a normal human could be that large. The man shuffled forward, his erect manhood swaying lightly before him as he grabbed it and aimed it at her defenseless vagina. Then, she felt the warm blunt tip enter her, stretching her vagina wall.

"MMMMMMMMMMPH!" Jennifer moaned as the man pumped his penis deep into her wet tract. The thrust sent shockwaves up her body. Then, he began to pump his penis up and down her tract, sending more shockwaves up her body.

"MMMMMMPH! MMMMMMPH! MMMMM!" Jennifer screamed into her ball-gag in rhythm to the man's pumping motions. She couldn't believe that her body was responding to the fucking. She could feel a climax being built up inside of her as the man pumped her expertly, bending forward to cup her breasts with his hands, and kneading them like a baker working lumps of dough. She arched her body and squirmed, but she could not get away, stretched as she was in a spread-eagle, bound to the bed. The man pumped and pumped, working on Jennifer until she felt herself cum.

"MMMMMMMMPH!" Jennifer moaned as the man continued with his assault, his stamina unbelievable as he continued to pump her. He continued with his merciless assault until he was released, shooting his sperm deep inside of her. The man beamed down at his victim with a smile of evil triumph, before he slowly withdrew himself from inside of her, leaving Jennifer sobbing from what had happened.

The man tucked his member back into his briefs, before pulling up his pants and belting it. He walked away and returned with a large syringe, filled with some clear liquid, and an alcohol pad. He dabbed the pad over the side of her right breast, and she felt that side becoming numb. Before Jennifer could

protest, he plunged the needle into her right breast and pumped the liquid into her. She wriggled as she felt the liquid enter her. And then, thankfully, she passed out.

Jennifer awoke as the sun shone through the gap in the curtains onto the bed, where she still laid. Her eyes fluttered open, and she found herself looking up in the mirror at herself. Her breasts were still exposed, with her dress torn and her bra pushed down. Her thong panties were still pulled aside, and she could feel the dull ache between her legs. She was still bound spread-eagled and gagged.

Jennifer struggled with the ropes binding her for a moment. She must have slept the drugs off because she found her strength beginning to return. As she struggled with greater and greater desperation, she could sense something within her triggering her transformation. As she looked up at herself, she could see herself turning green. Her limbs became longer and more muscular, as did her body. Her hair turned a dark green, as the hue of her skin became fully green. As her torso became bulkier, the already-abused fabric of her dress ripped further, until at last, the entire right side gave way. The bra and panties had more stretch and survived the increase in size. The straps on her shoes, however, broke as her feet grew too large, and they slipped off her feet and fell onto the floor.

Once fully transformed, She-Hulk yanked powerfully at the ropes. The tethers, which had held her helplessly the night before, gave way easily, and she sat up. She reached up to the gag in her mouth. It had become incredibly uncomfortable. Even though the ball did not fit her mouth anymore, the strap was now driving the ball deep into her mouth and curling the corners of her mouth cruelly back. With a powerful pull, she broke the buckle holding the leather strap around her head and pulled the rubber gag out of her mouth.

She-Hulk got off the bed and searched the suite. The man was gone now. All his luggage was gone as well. He had escaped her wrath for the time being. Then she took stock of her situation. She was half-dressed in her bra and panties, which barely covered her sensitive parts now. Her dress was torn in half and dangling from her left shoulder. Ropes still dangled from her wrists and ankles. She knew that hotel would be filled with activities by now, and she would almost certainly be spotted in this condition. She did not intend to answer any questions about what had happened.

She-Hulk tore off the remaining ropes from her body and pulled off the dress. She dumped the ropes, the shoes, and the gag into the remnant of her dress, knotting the latter up into a bag. Then she reached for a curtain and tore it from its anchoring. She wrapped the curtain around her torso like a strapless dress. Then grabbing the bag, she boldly walked out of the room, back to her hotel room. Thankfully, the suites were all on the same level, and she did not run into anyone, although she was sure the CCTVs would have captured her as she walked bare-footed down the corridor, wrapped in a curtain and clutching her makeshift bag.

Once back in her room, She-Hulk had time to consider her options. Whilst she had been violated, what could she do about it? Call the police? Then have them probe her and swab her for evidence? Worse still, the news of her ordeal was bound to leak out. She-Hulk, a member of the Avengers, drugged, bound and gagged, before being used, like some bimbo college date. No, it would only add to her humiliation, she decided. No, justice, in this case, must come from revenge.

She-Hulk undressed and stepped into the shower, washing off the stains from her night of misfortune. Her mind seethed in anger, and she kept thinking of ways she would punish the man for his assault on her. When she was done, she dressed up in her She-Hulk costume again, and she felt better almost immediately. She was no longer Jennifer Walters, the victim, but She-Hulk the superheroine again.

There was a knock on She-Hulk's door, and she went over and peeped through the peep-hole. It was a hotel porter. She opened it to find that he was holding an envelope.

"Good morning, Miss She-Hulk," the porter said politely, "One of your fellow guests left you this."

She-Hulk took the envelope and closed the door behind her. She opened it and a brochure fell out. She picked it up and saw that it was the brochure for an eco-resort in the Amazons. One of the man's projects! He was taunting her! He was not going to hide from her wrath! He was challenging her to come for him! To add to her rage, some photographs fell out from between the pages of the brochure. She looked down at them, and, to her horror, saw that they were pictures of her as Jennifer Walters, unconscious, her breasts and cunt exposed, and bound and gagged in a helpless spread-eagle. There was even one picture of her crotch, stained with bodily juices.

"I will show you!" She-Hulk cursed, crushing the brochure in her hand. She took the photos and went into the bathroom. With a lighter, she burnt them and let the ashes flutter down into the toilet bowl before she flushed the evidence away. There was no thought of anything else now. She wanted her revenge.

She-Hulk quickly contacted the Avengers and explained to them that she was going on a short vacation after the conference. Then, she booked an air ticket under her Jennifer Walters identity to South America. She decided that this would be a lot less high-profile. Within twenty-four hours, she had arrived at the town nearest to the Amazonian resort marketed by the brochure.

It was still a couple of hours' drive, given its remote location, but She-Hulk decided that she did not want to risk alerting the man to her arrival. She had booked a cheap motel room under a false identity instead and then sneaked out in the middle of the night. Once in the jungle, she changed out of her Jennifer Walters clothes, and transformed into the She-Hulk once more, before putting on her purple bra and panties, as well as her trademark costume. Then, she leaped towards the resort, covering several miles with each bound until she was in the jungles around the resort, peering in from behind some thick foliage.

Most of the resort looked like any other resort, except that it was well integrated into the surrounding jungle, with low-profile buildings sequestered amongst the heavy foliage, over-looking a white water section of a tributary to the Amazon River. There were several other buildings much further back, however, away from the main section of the resort, surrounded by a high wall. There was a large two-storied mansion constructed in the Bauhaus style, with a helipad on the roof. Towards the side, there was a huge conservatory. Her eyes narrowed when she spotted armed men patrolling the grounds, carrying heavy firepowers like AK-47s and G3 rifles. There was something fishy there.

Then, She-Hulk saw the person she was looking for. He was dressed in a soft linen white shirt and loose khaki pants, walking out of the house towards the conservatory. To her horror, she saw a woman walking – no, tottering – behind him. She was almost entirely naked, except for a PVC cowl covering her face. The cowl reminded her of the mask worn by Mexican wrestlers. This one had the visage of a bird, with a yellow beaked nose between the eyeholes. Red PVC 'feathers' streaked away from these holes along the side of the face and over the top of the golden PVC cowl.

She-Hulk recognized the mask. She had seen it only the day before during the conference, in a presentation on superheroines that had disappeared under mysterious circumstances. It was suspected that they had been abducted by white slavers. She was not well-known internationally outside of the superhero fraternity, as she operated mostly in South America. The cowl was part of the bird-like costume that she wore, but, the rest were gone now, and her body was entirely naked. Her arms had been pulled behind her back, with her elbows meeting, and then sheathed in a gold PVC arm-sheath trimmed with red feathers, with red shoulder straps holding it up, almost certainly a mockery of her costume. Ropes bound her body, crisscrossing her bronzed skin in intricate patterns of diamonds, clinched tightly around her breasts and her crotch. Her long legs were bound as well: a long rope had been doubled and tied around her trim waist before the running ends were parted into two lines, which were crisscrossed around her long thighs to form diamonds before the lines were coiled around her knees and the running ends tied together to bind her knees together. Her ankles were left unbound so that she could walk, but she could hardly escape, given her other bondage. As she hobbled behind the man, her large breasts bounced before her in a most degrading way. She could not complain as her mouth was stuffed with a large red ball-gag that propped her jaws wide open. She wore a red PVC collar around her throat, to which a leash was attached, the other end of which was held by the man.

She-Hulk was filled with rage. She realized that this man was not only a sexual predator but also a white slaver. Worse, he was a white slaver of superheroines. As he disappeared through a door in the conservatory with his helpless captive in tow, She-Hulk stood up, bent her knees, and leaped out of her hiding spot into the compound. She landed with a heavy thud next to the conservatory and went through the door that the man had just disappeared through.

She-Hulk's beautiful face frowned when she saw that the interior of the conservatory contained as thick vegetation as the one outside. It was filled with a variety of flowers and plants, on either side of narrow stone paths that snaked their way through the floral. A heady mixture of different fragrances and scents from the flowers filled the air. In the dark, She-Hulk could see different shapes of flowers growing in neatly lined flower beds. She walked between them, looking for where the man went, but she could not see him or his captive.

She-Hulk walked towards the center of the conservatory, where she saw a water fountain where the paths between the flowerbeds converged. It looked strange from a distance. For one, it was not constructed from stone or concrete but seemed to be wrapped in glossy black latex. As she got nearer, she saw to her horror why it looked so weird. In place of carvings of mythical creatures, she saw that the water fountains had figures of women intertwined around them. The women were in various poses, all lurid, all bound and gagged. They had no faces, only depressions where their eyes should be, and peaks where their noses should be. They all had large breasts, from which brass nozzles protruded where their nipples should be, from which steady streams of water flowed into a large pool at the base of the fountain.

She-Hulk gawked at the fountain for a moment, finding its depiction of helplessly bound women disgusting. Then, to her horror, she saw one of the figures on the fountain twitch. She realized that

she was not looking at carvings, but real women covered from head to toes in latex and bound in this way. She had no doubt the level of perversion that must be in the mind of a man who would commission such a piece of 'art'.

"Do you like my fountain?" asked a disembodied voice. She-Hulk turned around, and she dropped into a defensive fighting stance. But the man was nowhere in sight. Instead, she saw a speaker on the ground nearby.

"Where are you? Come out and face me!" She-Hulk demanded. "Oh, I will, eventually. But first, how do you like my flowers?"

She frowned slightly. The fragrances of the flowers were overpowering even for her, making her feel a bit giddy. Indeed, as she glanced around, she saw some white flowers suspended like bells from twines entangled around the branches of trees above her. These, in particular, seemed to be producing sweet-smelling perfumes she was smelling.

She-Hulk shook her head to try to clear it as she heard footsteps coming closer to her. It seemed to be approaching the fountain. She turned unsteadily to look at where the sound came from and found herself looking at the man who had bound and abused her, walking down one of the paths towards her. He was still holding on to the leash attached to the bound woman behind him. He was looking at her with that same cruel and predatory stare that he had fixed on her when he used her as Jennifer Walters.

"I see that you have changed to your She-Hulk form. Very good. Ravishing Jennifer Walters was fun, but doing the She-Hulk would be a different matter, altogether." the man said, walking towards her, tugging the leash in his hand. The bound woman behind him stumbled forward a few steps to keep up with him.

"I am becoming angry, and you wouldn't like it when I am angry." She-Hulk threatened, but she was feeling increasingly giddy.

"Yes, I know the damage that you could do when you are fully functional." the man said, stopping out of She-Hulk's reach, and continued, "But I am quite prepared."

She-Hulk was feeling sluggish as she took a step towards the man. Her mind seemed more and more clouded, and she felt as if she was moving through a dream.

"Let me tell you something about the flowers." The man said, eyeing She-Hulk as she staggered towards him, "I have every type of psychotropic flowers that can be found around the world here. And I keep them in a permanently blooming condition. You will be surprised just how poisonous the atmosphere is in here can be. Unless you take the right precautions, you will find yourself drugged with every breath you take."

She-Hulk focused on the man's nose and saw that he was indeed wearing nose-plugs to filter the air.

"Taking Jennifer Walters was easy. Just ply her with alcohol, drug her champagne, and she is mine." the man continued, "But the She-Hulk was another matter, and so much more interesting as a prey."

"What … who …" She-Hulk stuttered. She was feeling heavier and heavier, and the ground seemed to dance around her.

"I know, of course, that bullets and bombs cannot do you any harm, but I am guessing that the toxic pollens breathed into your lungs will work wonderfully."

"You …" She-Hulk panted. She felt so weak. She took another step and suddenly her legs gave way and she sunk to the ground on her knees, her arms limp beside her, her head rolling slightly as she struggled to stay conscious.

"Taking Jennifer Walters is merely a means to an end," the man said, walking up to She-Hulk. He cupped a hand under her chin and lifted it so that her green eyes were looking up into his.

"No, I am after you, She-Hulk. I'm using yourself as bait in a trap for you. And the moment you step in through that door in here, the moment you start breathing the toxic pollens, you have fallen into the trap. Even now, the neuromuscular agents from the pollens are in your bloodstream, cruising through your wonderful body, rendering it weak."

The man released She-Hulk's chin, and walked around behind the bound woman, and reached around her to squeeze her bound breasts. The woman moaned into her gag.

"You are not the first superheroine that had fallen into my trap here." the man explained, "This was precisely how I trapped this little slut here. She thought she could just come in and smash my operation here, but she fell into my trap just as easily as you did, and now she is my slave."

The man released the woman's breasts, then came up to the kneeling She-Hulk again.

"Soon, you will too be broken to my will. You will be a submissive super-whore, just like this one here." the man said, smiling down at She-Hulk.

"No… I… will… never… break…" was all She-Hulk said. She felt so weak, and it took every ounce of her willpower to just stay upright on her knees. The man gave derisive laughter at her defiance. He released the leash of the bound woman he was holding and left the captive standing before the kneeling green giant as he walked over to the fountain, picking up something from the floor. When he returned, she saw that he was carrying a heavy locking metal collar, the height of which was at least three inches. It consisted of two halves, which were connected and hinged on one end by a heavy-duty bolt, while the open ends of the halves had flanges with eye-holes in them.

"Constructed from Adamantium, of course." the man informed She-Hulk as he walked around behind her. She felt him pull her dark green hair back to expose her throat, then felt the coldness of the metal touch her skin as the collar was applied to her neck, and its jaws slammed shut together beneath her chin. She found that the height of the collar was such that she was forced to tilt her head up. Then the man came back around to her front. He had a heavy pad-lock in his hand, which was attached to one end of a heavy metallic chain, presumably also of Adamantium. He fed the open

shank through the eyeholes of the flanges, now mated up with the collar enclosed, and snapped it in place into the body of the lock. He held the other end of the chain like a leash.

"Come along now, She-Hulk." the man said, tugging it.

"N…no!" She-Hulk managed a show of defiance, trying to lean back against the chain. The man smiled, apparently prepared for such a show of futile resistance. He took the end of the chain and reached for the leash on the bound woman in the bird mask. He pulled her close until she was standing a mere step away from She-Hulk. The man took the end of the chain, which had a beefy snap-hook attached to it, and pointed it at the crotch of the bird masked woman.

She-Hulk now noticed – to her horror – that the woman had a steel ring between her legs, dangling from her crotch. Its tip disappeared amongst her black pubic hair. As the man placed the hook through the rin and released it, the weight of the chain yanked down on the ring, causing the woman to moan in anguish into her gag. She-Hulk saw the ring hanging lower now, pulling down a copious amount of flesh away from the woman's crotch. She realized that the ring had been threaded through the woman's labia.

The man now took the leash on the other woman and pulled on it. She was forced to turn around and follow him. As she did, she moaned in pain into her gag again as the chain linking her to the still stationary She-Hulk pulled on the ring.

"Bas…tard!" She-Hulk cursed, but she realized that any defiance she showed would only hurt the woman she had been chained to. Reluctantly, she planted her hands on the ground and began to crawl behind the other woman, her legs still too weak for her to stand up, her round buttocks swayed from side to side as she crawled.

"I see that you are beginning to learn." the man said, glancing back at the jade giantess crawling on the ground. She refused to dignify him with a reply as she crawled behind her fellow captive, now being led by the man towards the end of the conservatory that was connected to the house. As she crawled, she looked up at the swaying buttocks of the woman in front of her, which, given the way she was hobbled, rocked from side to side exaggeratedly.

The man led the pair of women to a door, which he opened, and stepped through. The hobbled woman stepped in behind him before She-Hulk crawled through after her. When the door closed behind them, She-Hulk found herself in a small room. There was the sound of rushing air, and she guessed that they were in an airlock, and the poisonous air of the conservatory was being purged. This was confirmed as the man reached up to his nose and pulled out the plugs. A set of double- doors on the other end now slid open silently, admitting the man into the house. With a tug on the leash, the standing woman was forced to totter in, leading She-Hulk after her.

They were now in the luxurious house that She-Hulk had spied from afar. But before they went deeper into the house, the man turned and led his two captives down a flight of concrete staircase. At the bottom of the staircase was a heavy steel door, and the pair of women were led through it.

She-Hulk found that they had entered a large concrete chamber. The walls, floor, and ceiling of the chamber were all made from grey concrete. The chamber was lit by bright lights lining the ceiling,

and the floor was punctuated with Adamantium staples. Along the walls of the chamber ran Adamantium pipes, with vents along the walls, near to the ceiling.

"This will be your prison, for now, She-Hulk." the man said, waving his arms around.

"What… do you want … with me?" She-Hulk managed. She was less dizzy now, in the clean air, but her body was still very weak.

"My dear She-Hulk, you should realize by now what I want from you." the man said cruelly as he unhooked She-Hulk's leash chain from the other woman's crotch ring. Then, pulling on the leash chain, he forced her to crawl towards a pipe near her. She saw that a short-chain had been secured around it, at its base, where it disappeared into the concrete floor. On the other end of the chain was a pair of heavy metallic manacles linked together by a thick metal link, probably all made from Adamantium.

"I will take absolutely everything from you, and make you my hapless fuck slave." the man said as he bent down and opened the manacles, which were easily two inches thick.

"Put your hands inside." the man ordered.

"N…no!" She-Hulk spat with all the defiance she could muster. The man sighed and took out a metallic prod from inside his jacket. He jammed it into her raised rump.

"Arrrrgh!" She-Hulk screamed in pain as felt a powerful electric shock shoot up from her butt. She bucked involuntarily towards the manacles. The man jammed the prod into her again, forcing her to crawl forward again until she was before the manacles.

"If you don't want another shock from the cattle prod, I would suggest you cooperate." the man said darkly. Then, to reinforce his message, he jammed the prod into She-Hulk's crotch. She wailed in pain as the shock entered her sensitive zone, and she bucked once more. Then, understanding that resistance was futile, she reluctantly placed her hands through the open manacles. The man snapped the manacles shut, trapping her hands together in front of her. Given the way she was still on her knees, her buttocks were raised high into the air, and they shook as she tried to find a comfortable position. The man allowed himself a grin at the sight.

"You are just like the other slaves I have taken." the man said, as he ran his hand against her covered crotch, "Except, upsized, of course."

"F…fuck you." She-Hulk managed. That earned her another electric shock on her cunt. She threw back her head and screamed as she felt the shock shoot up her spine.

"I see that I will have to gag you until you learn to behave." the man said. He walked away for a while and soon returned with a dark metal object. It was a shackle, of the type used to secure large chains on ships. Its U-shaped body and bolt had girths of at least two inches. The man unscrewed the bolt from the body and came up to She-Hulk. He climbed over her back, sitting down on her as if she was a pony. He placed the body of the shackle over the back of her neck, before feeding the bolt through the hole in one end of the loop. He grabbed her dark green hair, forcing her to look up and part her jaws. Then he slipped the metal shank between her jaws, and pulled it back to force back the corners

of her mouth and until the end of the shank could reach the hole on the other end of the loop, allowing him to screw the threaded end of the bolt into the hole. The bolt was now held deep back between her jaws, forcing them apart and curling back the corners of her mouth into a deformed grin.

"Gurrrrgh!" She-Hulk protested as she began to drool. The metal bolt tasted horrible against her tongue as it pressed down against it, silencing her.

The man now walked away from She-Hulk and returned with more shackles. These were even thicker, but with smaller diameter loops. He knelt behind her and encircled each of her ankles with one of the shackles. Then he placed her ankles together before he reached forward between her legs to grab the snap-hook at the end of her leash chai, and pull the chain back between her thighs. He snapped the hook through the shackles around her ankles, securing them together and leaving her ankles bound together. The short leash chain also forced her to remain on all fours, resting on her hands and knees, her buttocks high in the air, exposing the triangle of her crotch between them.

"Comfortable?" the man asked She-Hulk, who could only twist her head and look up at her captor with a hateful stare in reply.

"Good, I like the fire in you." the man said. He hooked a finger under the halter top of She-Hulk's costume, and pulled the fabric away from her chest, to reveal her right breast, still cupped in her purple bra. He hooked a finger into the right cup of the bra, and pulled it back, dropping the heavyweight breast free. The mound of flesh juggled a few times before hanging beneath the chest of the enraged jade giantess, who tugged and pulled at her metallic bonds, to no avail, its dark green nipple engorging and hardening in the cool air of the chamber.

The man stood up now and walked over to the other side of the bound superheroine, and squatted down. He fed a finger into the halter top again to pull it aside from her left breast, before liberating it from the cup of the bra supporting it, allowing it to juggle beneath her chest, its dark green nipple began to engorge as well. Then, he gave her upraised buttocks a painful slap, causing the superheroine to buck in her bonds, sending the hanging breasts beneath her chest juggling again.

"Gurrrrrgh!" She-Hulk cursed, being unable to articulate her rage with the metal bolt in her mouth. The man ignored She-Hulk as he bent down and played with her hefty breasts for a while.

"Very nice." the man breathed as he fondled the oversized mounds. Then he stood up and went behind She-Hulk's elevated butt. He hooked a finger under the hem of the right leg hole of her costume and pulled the crotch piece aside to reveal the purple panties underneath. He placed a hand on her covered vulva and began to grind his hand into her nether region.

She-Hulk raised her head as far as the collar and chain would allow her, shocked at the man's molestation. Once more, she found herself helpless at the hands of the man, bound and gagged, being abused against her will by the man. And, just like the first time, and to her renewed horror, she found her body betraying her, as the man's skillful ministration began to affect her libido. She could feel herself becoming hornier and hornier, wetting the crotch piece of her panties.

"My, my, you're becoming so wet." the man mocked, much to the shame of She-Hulk, but the bound green captive could do nothing as her libido continued to build up.

Suddenly, the man yanked the crotch piece of her panties aside, to expose the green lips of her vulva. They were dripping wet with her juice. He inserted a finger into her cunt, and satisfied himself that her tract was well lubricated. Then, he dropped his pants and pulled out his penis.

She-Hulk felt the hot tip of the man's manhood touch the mouth of her vagina, but there was nothing she could do as the blunt pillar of flesh pushed its way into her vagina against her will once more.

"GARRRGH!" She-Hulk cursed into her metallic bit-gag as the man penetrated deeply into her. She did not feel as filled-up as before, as the size of her cunt had increased proportionately to her overall body size, but the man worked his penisskillfullyy inside of her, pumping with a steady but insistent rhythm. She felt her body being rocked back and forth as the man grabbed her hips and moved them in sync to his motion. She felt herself being pushed towards a climax and she began to moan. Much to her horror, she realized that she was enjoying being violated by the man. The thought filled her with the contradictory emotions of shame and lust.

Then, suddenly, the man stopped. She-Hulk lifted her head in confusion and tried to glance back at the man. She felt him penetrate his fingers into her wet pussy. A moment later, she felt wet fingers smearing themselves against the puckered lips of her anus, and she suddenly understood the man's intent.

"GAARA! GAH!" She-Hulk protested as she felt the man's finger touch her anus, lubricating its mouth, before penetrating through her sphincter and lubricating the inside of the mouth. Then, another finger penetrated through the puckered mouth, sending a shock up her spine. She moaned again in discomfort at the unfamiliar penetration and pleasure as the man rimmed her ass-hole. Then, a third finger entered her and she let out a gagged scream as her hole was widened further, the man continuing to rim the hole with three fingers. As she shook her head in protest, the drool flowing out of her mouth spluttered on the concrete floor beneath her.

The man ignored She-Hulk's protests as he withdrew his fingers and smeared them with more juice from her cunt before returning them to her anus to continue lubricating and widening the hole. He repeated this several times, stopping only when her anus had been sufficiently lubricated with her juice. Then, she felt the warm tip of his penis being pressed to her ass-hole, and with a shove, it entered her, sending another shock up her spine. Again, she bucked her head as far as her collar and chain would allow. Then he began to pump her vigorously, shaking her body back and forth. Her large breasts wobbled under her as she was pumped, even as the slobber from her mouth flew aside from the violence of the motions.

She-Hulk could not believe it. She had not only been despoiled a second time in as many days, but the man was now taking her in her ass. She was familiar with sex but had never been used in her ass before. She was a virgin as far as this was concerned, and now, her introduction to anal sex was against her will.

The man pumped her vigorously for a long time before, finally, he ejaculated. She-Hulk could feel the man's semen fill her rectum, and this filled her with a sense of humiliation, which in turn enraged her. She pulled powerfully at the metal bonds holding her in her degrading position, but she was still too weak, and they held her firmly. This only reinforced her sense of helplessness.

The man withdrew his shrinking member from She-Hulk's asshole. She began to sob at the ignominy of her fall from being a powerful superheroine to being a captive and being violated in both her cunt and ass.

"That should be enough of an introduction to your slavery." the man said, looking down at the hapless captive, a grin of triumph across his face as he pulled up his pants. Then, he turned and took the leash of the other captive, and led her out of the chamber, shutting the heavy metal door to the chamber behind him. With a click from the outside, the lights went out, and the captive She-Hulk, still on all-fours, with her cunt and asshole stained with juices, was into darkness.

She-Hulk did not know how long she was left in the darkness. It felt like a very long time. Her awkward position became uncomfortable very quickly, not to mention the ache building up in her jaws from the cruel gag placed in her mouth. But bound as she was, she had no choice but to accommodate herself to her strictures as beast as she could, finally lowering herself into a fetal position on her side.

And if She-Hulk thought that she might regain her strength, she soon realized that the air from the conservatory was being pumped into the pit, as waves of sickeningly sweet perfume washed into the chamber from the vent. Every breath she took continued to flood her system with the same neuromuscular paralyzing agents that had overpowered her in the first place. This rendered futile her attempts to escape from her bonds by pulling at the chains and shackles binding her. Finally, mercifully, she fell into an exhausted sleep from her ordeals.

She-Hulk awoke from the sound of the door being opened, and the lights being turned on.

"On all fours now!" the man ordered when he saw She-Hulk on her side. When she hesitated, he took out the cattle prod again and zapped her in her crotch.

"GAAARK!" She-Hulk screamed into her metal bit gag, before climbing up onto all fours as quickly as she could.

"I see that I will have to impose some discipline on you." the man said as he turned and walked to a corner of the chamber. Here, a set of steel drawers stood. He opened one and pulled out several items. She-Hulk twisted her head as far as she could to see the man returning, carrying several coils of sisal rope in his hands.

The man said nothing as he dropped the sisal ropes on the floor next to the bound superheroine. She could smell the sisal as she glanced down at them. She also saw that the little thorns on the face of the rope, which she understood would be incredibly uncomfortable for her, even if they would not hurt her.

The man uncoiled one of the ropes and doubled it. He belted the looped end of the sisal rope around her upper torso, feeding the running ends through the loop, encircling the barbed lines just under her heavy breasts. She snorted as she felt the thorns pricked the skin under her breasts.

The man pulled the running ends high up over his captive, tightening the lines around her chest, before pulling the lines horizontally to her right flank. He pulled the lines down around her torso, this time stretching the lines over her breasts, trapping them between two sets of prickly lines. Then he pulled the lines up again and fed them through the elbow formed by the lines as they first emerged from the loop to go around her right flank. He pulled the lines up over her left shoulder now, before bending them down under her to tuck the lines under the lines crossing her chest horizontally, before pulling them taut against her body. Pulling the lines up over the lower horizontal lines, he tucked the running ends under the upper horizontal lines once more, before pulling the lines in his hands up over her right shoulder and tightened the lines, forming a 'V' with the lines between her breasts. As he did so, the diagonal lines pulled up the lower set of horizontal lines, pulling the barbs deeper into She-Hulk's soft flesh. She could only moan softly at this. He finished by tying the running ends of the lines to the nexus of lines over her back.

The man now took a second coil of sisal rope and doubled it. He once again formed a belt around She-Hulk's torso, this time around her narrow waist. He tightened the lines, clinching in her waist, before tying a knot to hold the rope belt in place. He then turned the belt until the knot was over her stomach, with the free lines dangling down. He walked around behind She-Hulk and reached forward between her legs to grab the lines. Then, the man knelt and pulled the running end between her thighs, before pulling the dangling lines up against her groin. As he pulled the lines up, he formed a knot in the lines where her clitoris hood was, and another knot several inches up, where her anus was. Then, he pulled the lines taut against her crotch. She squirmed as she felt the tiny thorns on the knots press against her clitoris hood and her anus, even as the lines entered her vagina mouth, irritating the sensitive wall underneath the labia. She could only moan in frustration and discomfort as the man tighten the lines over her back, and tied the lines in place to the belt. Then he stretched the lines up further and fed it under the nexus of lines over her back, formed by the first rope bound around her chest, before pulling them up over her back. This linked up the rope binding her crotch to the one binding her breasts.

The man now stood up, before passing the lines in his hands through an eyebolt fitted into the ceiling of the chamber. He pulled the lines down again and tied the running ends back to the rope belt around her waist. This forced her to remain on all fours, with her body arched back at a sufficiently severe angle to satisfy him, with her looking forward, raising her chest.

"MMMMMMMMMMPHHH!" She-Hulk cursed, but her words were jumbled by the presence of the metal shank in her mouth, still pressing against her tongue and pulling back the corners of her mouth. She tried to arch her body up as much as she could to relieve the pressure of the lines, but she found that the short-chain linking her to the pipe would not allow her to rise far enough to do so.

"This should do for the time being." the man said, smiling as he stood up. Then, he left the chamber once more, leaving She-Hulk alone in an even more uncomfortable position. To add to her afflictions, she found that as she struggled with the ropes, they dug deeper into her sensitive zones, squeezing her breasts, even as they bite into her clitoris, her anus, and her vagina mouth. To add further to her

horrors, she found that as she continued to struggle, the chafing of the prickly lines was making her horny. The more she moved, the more the ropes rubbed her, the hornier she became.

And yet, cruelly, the bondage would not allow She-Hulk to climax. The rubbing of her clit, although arousing, was not sufficiently violent to cause her to release. Instead, it was just enough to titillate her, and then to frustrate her as she tried to achieve that elusive climax. She tried deliberately now to strain against the rope, trying to rub the rope harder against her crotch, but with no success. She-Hulk experienced hours of frustrations before she finally dropped off to another exhausted sleep, held upright in her position by the rope.

She-Hulk was only awoken by the return of her captor. He came up to where she stood on all fours, examining his handiwork. In particular, he noticed how wet her crotch was, with her juice staining her cunt, wetting the rope binding her there.

"You like bondage, huh?" the man observed, taunting her.

"GURRRRRK!" She-Hulk cursed, but the man only laughed at her helplessness. He reached down and pulled aside the lines binding her crotch, and pulled down his pants. Then he violated her wet cunt again. And, although She-Hulk did not want to admit it, she was glad as he penetrated and pumped her, bringing her to an orgasm.

"How was it for you?" the man asked. She-Hulk could only close her eyes in shame, not daring to look at the man, for fear that he would see how satiated she was by the fucking.

The man left She-Hulk in the position for what seemed like days until the green giantess was sore all over her body from the stress position. She remained weak all the time, making her metallic bondage inescapable. Initially, this was from the air, but soon, her body began to weaken from the lack of food and drink.

She-Hulk did think of transforming herself back into Jennifer Walters. At least she could then slip her current bonds, as she shrunk in size. However, to her frustration, she found that she could not do so. She guessed that somehow, the man had messed up her body chemistry again, such that she could not turn back to Jennifer Walters, just as she could not turn into She-Hulk when she was first violated. She could only remain as she was, helplessly on all fours, her cunt, and ass readily available to the man to use whenever he chose to do so. And he did so quite a few times.

Finally, She-Hulk was released from her position when the man untied the lines holding her up from the ring on the ceiling but leaving the sisal ropes still bound to her chest and crotch. She sunk weakly down onto her side. The man went to the steel drawers and picked up an Adamantium rod leaning against it. The rod was about a foot long and fitted with shackles on either end. He came around behind her, and unscrewed the ends of the rod from the shackles, freeing the loops to slide along the rod. He placed one of the shackles around her left upper arm, just above her elbow, then slid the rod back into place, screwing its tip into the eye of the loop, securing the shackle around her arm. Then he placed the other loop around her right upper arm, above the elbow, and slipped the rod across the loop to trap her limb in place, and screwed it shut. When he was done, She-Hulk's

elbows had been very securely bound together. This arrangement also pulled her bound wrists against her stomach. Once she was secured in this way, the man released the chain linking her wrist manacles to the pipe, before reaching down between her ankles and unhooking the leash chain from the ankle manacles, allowing them to separate from each other for the time being.

The man picked up the end of the leash chain and used it to pull She-Hulk onto her knees. Further pressure on the chain forced her to stand up unsteadily. Then, he led her to the middle of the chamber, where a short-chain dangled from the ceiling, with a large hook at its end. He took the running ends of the lines binding her crotch and breast ropes together and pulled them up and over the hook, before pulling them down towards her front. As he did so, the line tightened around the Jade Giantess's body, particularly her breasts and crotch, forcing her to first straighten her body and then to tip-toe to relieve some of the pressure off her sensitive zones. He tied the running ends to the nexus of lines over her back, adding further tensions to the lines gripping her green breasts.

The man went to the drawers, and returned with another rope, doubled it, and hitched the looped end to the horizontal lines crossing over her right flank, to the right of her right breast. As he tightened the hitch, the horizontal lines constricted together around her large right breast, causing the captive to moan in discomfort. This arrangement left two long free lines emerging from the hitch knot.

"Lift your right leg." the man ordered. She-Hulk obeyed, too tired and weak to put up a fight as she lifted her right knee, with her right lower leg bent down towards the floor. The man scooped up her right leg at the knee and lifted the joint towards her chest. With the knee almost at her right breast, he tied the free lines around her upper thigh, just under the bent of the knee, holding her leg up in the air against her torso, with her lower leg dangling down at an angle. When he released her right leg, the weight of the limb pulled down on the rope binding her breasts, making them bite more deeply into her.

Worse was to follow. The man stepped back and kicked away She-Hulk's supporting leg. Instantly, the lines around her body tightened as the ropes took her entire body weight. She moaned into her gag as she felt the lines crush her breasts and her crotch. With her right leg now bound high up in the air, her body swung to the left as she struggled to regain her footing, with her body at an angle to the floor, suspended from her back.

The man left She-Hulk struggling for a while, enjoying the spectacle of her torment. Then he reached down to She-Hulk's left ankle and pulled her foot off the floor, towards the pipe to which she had been secured for so long. He reached down and took the short-chain still attached to the pipe, and snapped the hook into the manacle still binding her ankle. This stretched her left leg away from the point where she was suspended, such that her left foot could not find any purchase on the floor. In this position, her thighs were also spread far away from one another, with her right knee pointing to the ceiling while her left ankle pointed towards the side. By this time, her green body was covered with perspiration from head to toe, as she moaned in discomfort-into the metal bit secured between her jaws.

The man now returned to the struggling captive. She-Hulk turned her head and watched him with ill-concealed hatred as he came up to her, to which he responded only with an evil smile. He reached up with one of his hands and slapped her left breast savagely, causing it to juggle uncontrollably on her chest.

"GAAARGH!" She-Hulk protested, mortified at what the man had done. He ignored her and turned to her right breast, and slapped it hard as well, setting it into motion.

"GUURRRGH!" She-Hulk protested even more loudly and just as futilely. She struggled in her rope suspension, but this only caused the lines above and below her breasts to come together, pinching them harder at the roots, not to mention the fact that the prickly lines were driven deeper and deeper into her sensitive nether region, adding to her discomfort.

The man laughed derisively at the helplessness of the proud Jade Giantess. He turned his attention to her crotch, now helplessly vulnerable with her upraised right leg. She tried to turn it away from the man, but with her left leg stretched and chained to the wall, she could not do so. The man traced a finger along the lines binding her crotch, from the point where the lines formed a knot over her clitoris hood, before disappearing into the folds of her labia as they entered her vagina mouth, only to emerge further back where another knot was pressed deep into her anus. Even as she struggled, the lines rubbed her clitoris and anus, and once again the ministrations began to arouse her. Soon, she was becoming wet again.

"GURRRRGH!" She-Hulk moaned.

"My, you are wet here." the man said, laughing. He placed a finger into the wet mouth of her vagina and smeared it with her juice, before lifting the finger to let She-Hulk see his stained digit. She could only tilt her head and glared at him. Then, to her horror, he thrust his dirty finger into her mouth under the gag between her teeth, smearing her juice onto her tongue. She was helpless to stop him with her mouth propped open by the metal shank gagging her.

"GAARRRKK!" She-Hulk moaned as she tasted the bitter saltiness of her juice on her tongue.

The man reached down now with all the fingers of his right hand and thrust past the lines of her crotch rope to drive them into her cunt. She-Hulk threw her head back as she felt his fingers enter into her tunnel. He smeared his fingers and withdrew them, then lifted them to her breasts, daubing her juice all over her breasts. The greyish-white liquid felt warm on her breasts as they dripped down over the sides of her breasts.

"You like that, slave?" The man asked. She-Hulk could only stare at him in hatred.

The man now reached down again to She-Hulk's vulva. She felt a shock run up her body once more as he pressed the front knot of the crotch rope deep into her clitoris hood, and began to grind it against the clitoris underneath. She had already been brought up to a heightened state of horniness by her suspension, but now, her body trembled as the man expertly worked the knot against her clit.

"GARRRRK! GRRRR!" She-Hulk protested as she shook her head violently, tossing her dark green hair from side to side. At the same time, as the man continued to massage her clit with the knot, she felt her horniness build up to an intolerable level, and her breathing became more shallow as she half-closed her eyes. Then, after what seemed like only minutes, she felt her lower body convulsed into the throes of an orgasm. She threw her head back as the pleasure overwhelmed her senses, and despite herself, she sighed in contentment.

"You like that, don't you?" The man said, "You are nothing but a slut!"

The remark stung She-Hulk. With the sense of pleasure from her sexual release slowly fading away, she felt a sense of deep shame at how easily she had been aroused and how easily she had been made to cum against her will. The shame turned to anger and she renewed her struggles with the bondage binding her.

The man ignored her and went to the drawers, returning with a stainless steel tray in his hands, which he placed on the floor before her spread legs. She glanced down and saw that the tray held two black rubber objects. Her eyes widened when she realized what they were.

The man took up the length of the two objects and showed it to her. It was a rubber dildo. She-Hulk herself was not unfamiliar with these instruments of pleasure. But the one that the man held up now was thicker and longer than any she had seen. It could very well have been the member of a horse, given its size. Not only that, the dildo was lined with hundreds of stiff bristles, making it look like a large millipede.

"You are already wet, so I shan't bother with lubricants." The man said as he approached She-Hulk's defenseless cunt. She shook her head in a silent plea for the man not to impale her with the rubber monster, but as usual, she was ignored as he pulled the lines of her crotch rope aside and placed the blunt tip of the monster against the wet mouth of her vagina.

"GUUURRRRHHH!" She-Hulk moaned as she felt the monster shoved mercilessly into her cunt. Her love tunnel was stretched wide as the dildo wormed its way into her, its bristles brushing against the sensitive wall of her tract. It did not help that the man-made it a point to rotate the dildo inside of her even as he pushed it relentlessly in. She shook her head violently left and right, thrashing her dark green mane about as the monster made its inexorable progress, deeper and deeper into her. It did not stop until its tip was deep within her, filling her tunnel up completely. To keep it in place, the man pulled the line of the crotch rope back over her crotch. As the line came to rest against the bottom of the dildo, it pushed it just a little bit further into her, eliciting another moan from the gagged lips of the captive Avenger.

The man now returned to the tray and picked up the second object. Looking down, She-Hulk could see that it resembled a pine tree, with a large cone connected to a flanged base via a narrow stem. She had heard of such instruments before. They were anal plugs. Such things were, however, unfamiliar to her asshole and she shuddered at the thought of this instrument being thrust into it, particularly given how wide the cone looked. The man picked up a plastic squeeze bottle and applied a generous amount of viscous gel onto it. He then rubbed the gel all over the cone as he turned back to his captive.

She-Hulk once again shook her head. Her eyes, which had been filled with hatred and defiance just a moment ago, were now filled with fear and pleading. The man went under her upraised right leg and in a moment, she felt the knot against her asshole being pulled away, and the pointed tip of the cone pierce her sphincter. As it was pushed into her, she felt the elastic band of muscle stretch beyond the circumference it was used to, which sent pain shooting up her spine.

"GUUUUUUUURGHHH!" She-Hulk screamed into her gag, but the man only relented for a moment, to allow her sphincter to get used to the girth of the cone, before renewing his thrust again. Once

again, pain shot up her body as her asshole was stretched beyond its tolerance, causing the green captive to let out another gagged scream. Then, thankfully, the broadest part of the cone passed through her asshole, and her abused sphincter closed around the base of the cone, drawing it deep into her rectum. The man pulled the knot of the crotch rope over the base of the anal plug as well, holding it in place inside of her.

"Did you enjoy that as much as I did?" the man asked She-Hulk. She could only look at him with half-closed eyes, suddenly feeling very exhausted.

"That should do for now." the man announced as he looked at his captive. How she had changed. She was no longer the proud and powerful superheroine. Now, she was a captive, covered with perspiration, with her private parts fully exposed, with her cum smeared all over her breasts, and with both her lower tracts stuffed by rubber sex toys. She hung weakly in her asymmetric suspension, letting out soft moans at the abuse she had received.

But worse was to come.

The man retrieved a remote control from the drawers and came back to She-Hulk. He pressed a button on it, and suddenly, the dildo and anal plug planted deep inside her sprung to life, vibrating powerfully.

"GUARRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!" She-Hulk screamed into her gag as her body danced from the powerful vibrations coming from deep within her. She writhed and twisted her body, straining against lines binding her body, succeeding only in rubbing them vigorously against her sensitive zones.

The man stood back for a moment to enjoy the spectacle presented by the trembling captive, with her breasts jiggling on her chest. Then he turned and walked out of the chamber, slamming the steel door shut behind him. The lights were turned off, plunging the Jade Giantess into darkness, alone with her ordeals.

She-Hulk endured her bondage and sexual stimulation for an inestimable period. It was a fiendish arrangement as the more she struggled, the more the lines chafed her naked breasts and crotch, while the monsters in her vagina and anus shook her to the core. Her body was quickly aroused into yet another sexual climax, causing her to cum again. And again. And again. Finally, she lost count of the number of times she had been forced to climax. With each orgasm, her body became more and more exhausted.

Despite the cold air around her, She-Hulk was perspiring from her exertions, and she was wetting the crotch pieces of her costume and panties from all the cum she was pumping out. At the same time, the Adamantium shank cleaving her mouth was causing her to drool uncontrollably down onto her chest, adding to the sorry spectacle that she had become. When the monsters within her finally stopped, She-Hulk could only feel a sense of relief and slumped into an exhausted slumber.

She-Hulk was awoken from her sleep by the noise of the steel door to the chamber being opened. The light above her flickered on, and she opened her eyes to see her captor entering the cell. He looked at his exhausted captive with ill-disguised lust. He walked around behind She-Hulk, inspecting her wet and stained body, before reaching up to unscrew the metal shank between her jaws, allowing the two parts of the shackle to drop onto the floor with loud clangs.

"So, did we have a good rest, slave?" the man asked.

"I am not your slave," She-Hulk responded weakly. The man stepped forward, and before She-Hulk could react, he slapped her hard across her left cheek, jerking her head to the right.

"Speak only when spoken to, slave!" The man barked.

Reeling from the blow, She-Hulk did not respond for a moment as her left cheek seemed to be on fire. Then, she turned back to him with as much defiance as she could muster and tried to spit at his face. Nothing came out of her dry mouth, however.

"Still defiant, I see." the man said, smiling. He slapped her across her left cheek again, so hard that it sent tremors down her suspended body, causing her breasts to bounce before her chest.

"Urgh!" She-Hulk moaned, stunned by the blow. Normally, this would not have affected her, but she had been severely weakened by her abuse since her capture, and it hurt like hell.

"Such insolence must be punished." the man said. He walked to the drawers and took out a large bullwhip from one of them, made of braided leather with a sharp pointed end. He went around behind the captive.

"What are you doing?" She-Hulk demanded, dreading what was to come. She saw the man swing his arm and heard the crack of the whip fly through the air. In the next instance, she felt its powerful sting on her exposed buttocks.

"URRRGH!" She-Hulk screamed, her body bucking away from the blow, her breasts dancing on her chest.

The man swung his arm again and brought the whip down, this time onto She-Hulk's left rump. Again, she bucked and her body twisted away from the blow, her movement limited by the ropes that bound her. She screamed again from the pain.

The man continued with the torture, delivering blow after blow on the beautiful suspended body of the Jade Giantess. He did not confine himself to her buttocks. After turning the green flesh into a sea of dark welts, he went around to her front and swung his whip at her breasts. The whip stung even more on the soft mounds and caused She-Hulk to scream even louder. After a dozen merciless blows, her breasts, too, were covered with dark welts crisscrossing over the green canvas of her flesh.

Not content with tormenting She-Hulk's buttocks and breasts, the man turned to her exposed crotch. He swung the whip up at her vulva. As the leather braiding landed, it not only crawled at her flesh, leaving burning dark welts but also hammered onto the base of the dildo and anal plug still planted

deep in her nether tracts. This added torment for the captive as each blow hammers the objects deeper into her. She could only thrash her head about, flailing her dark green hair and scream in response to the abuse.

"Please! No more! No more!" She-Hulk pleaded weakly at last. The man smiled at this, knowing that the first chink in the captive superheroine's psychological armor had appeared. He came around to look at her. She looked pathetic. Perspiration covered her face and body. Her hair was disheveled, with strands pasted to her wet face. Finally, her body was covered with the marks of his cruelty, with slashes of angry dark welts crisscrossing her breasts and buttocks.

"Until you learn to behave, your mouth will be sealed." the man said, panting from his exertions. Turning to the drawers, he placed the whip back onto its top and picked up an object from a drawer. He showed it to She-Hulk. It consisted of a black rubber cap. A pair of straps were secured to the sides of the cup, while an inverted 'Y' harness was bolted to the top of the cup. A limp rubber balloon was nestled on the inside of the cup, with a long rubber tube, ending with a rubber bulb, fitted to the front of the cup.

The man pumped the bulb a couple of times to inflate the balloon into a small round ball. He went up to the suspended captive before him, and yanked her head back, forcing her to part her jaws. He slipped the rubber cup under her chin and over her jaws, covering them completely and stuffing the rubber ball into her mouth, before pulling back on the ends of the rubber straps attached to the sides of the cup, buckling them together behind her neck. He then pulled back the tail of the 'Y' over the top of her head, framing her nose through the gap between the prongs of the 'Y', before pulling it down the back of her head to looping it under the buckled side-straps, and back on itself. He secured its tip in place using a buckle fitted to the middle of the tail.

The entire arrangement was squeezing She-Hulk's head and face, crushing her jaws together, but the man was not done yet. He took the bulb in his hand and pumped it. She-Hulk felt the ball inside of her mouth begin to expand. Her eyes opened wide as the ball became larger and larger, crushing her tongue to the floor of her mouth.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" was all the helpless captive could manage as the ball grew to an uncomfortable size. Her jaws were being propped open by the ball and yet were restrained from opening by the cup holding them, making her extremely uncomfortable.

"Yes, this should keep you quiet until you learn your place, slave." the man said, smiling evilly.

"Mmmmm!" She-Hulk made one last weak defiant sound, as the man turned and walked out of the chamber. The door was slammed shut once more and the lights turned off, plunging her back into a lonely darkness. A moment later, the monsters inside of her began to vibrate again, and the helpless Avenger could only be made a low wail into her rubber gag.

Once again, She-Hulk was subjected to a prolonged session of sexual over-stimulation. She was shaken to the core time and time again by the powerful shaking of the objects inserted deep into her. As her body shook, she writhed in her suspension, which caused the lines to chafe around her breasts and her crotch. This only added to her sexual torment.

Worse still, she was becoming increasingly thirsty, hungry, and tired. The latter came from the inability to get any rest. Every time She-Hulk began to drop off into a slumber, she would be rudely awoken by yet another session of stimulation. But every time the stimulation ended, she would be left alone in the darkness and silence, with only the soreness of her body, her thirst, and her hunger to torment her further. Then, just as she was dropping off into an exhausted sleep, the stimulation would start all over again. This regime was steadily weakening even her body's great resilience.

When the man returned after a long time, She-Hulk's eyes could hardly open from exhaustion. She could only moan as he stepped up to her and squeezed her breasts viciously. She was too tired to put up more than a weak show of defiance, pulling at the bonds binding her.

"Have we better behaved today?" the man asked mockingly. With all the remaining strength she could muster, She-Hulk lifted her head and fixed him with a stare of hatred. In response, the man laughed derisively and gave her another whipping session which left her body covered with welts again, before abandoning her to another round of sexual stimulation in the dark.

This was repeated several times over the next few days. Days? In truth, She-Hulk had lost track of time. She did not know whether she had merely be held for a couple of days, or whether she was already a captive for weeks. The darkness and isolation of her cell gave her no clue at all as to how long it had been since she had been captured. In the increasingly rare moments when her mind was lucid enough to ponder this fact, she could not help but feel a sense of despair and hopelessness.

After what seemed like ages, the door lock snapped open again, and the man returned. She-Hulk could barely lift her head to look at him as he entered, carrying a drip bag of water. Her eyes opened at the sight of the liquid.

"Would you like a drink, slave?" the man asked.

She-Hulk was very thirsty indeed. Her mouth was dry as sandpaper and her throat hurt. She knew that she was severely dehydrated from her ordeals. But her pride would not let her. She would not be referred to as a slave. She would not allow the man to have the satisfaction of breaking her so easily. She turned her head away in silent refusal.

"Very well." the man said. He turned around and as he did so, She-Hulk suddenly felt her heart filled with regret. She wanted that water, but her mighty will fought that urge down and she remained silent as the man went out of the chamber again and returned her to a state of darkness and isolation. Then, the stimulation started again.

She-Hulk would orgasm again and again, but she was completely dry by now. There was only the spasm of release, but no liquid came out of her vagina. Her energy, whatever that was left, was drained out of her as well. As she became more and more dehydrated, and more and more exhausted, she sunk into a semi-conscious stupor.

This stupor was only broken when the man returned once more. Again, he offered her a drink from the water bottle, and again, She-Hulk showed defiance, turning her head away. She was punished by a whipping session that renewed the welts on her flesh, but this time, the man expanded his target

areas and left more welts on the inside of her thighs. Then, once again, she was left alone in the darkness for another prolonged session of torment, with only gagged moans escaping from her mouth.

This process was repeated a few more times before She-Hulk finally cracked. At the sixth offer of water, she could stand it no longer.

"Do you want water, SLAVE?" the man demanded, holding the water before her face. Her thirst was so overwhelming and she was so exhausted mentally and physically that before she could stop herself, She-Hulk nodded.

The man smiled in triumph. A second chink had appeared in the Avenger's psychological armor. He took a snap link from the top of the drawer next to the suspended Jade Giantess and secured the drip bag to the hook holding the woman up. Then he took the thin tube inserted into the bottom of the bag and pulled its end up to the front of the cup of the harness gag. He inserted the end of the tube into a nozzle on the front, fitted just beneath the point where the tube of the rubber bulb entered the panel, something that She-Hulk had not noticed before. He turned the screw knob just above the bulb and deflated the rubber ball in her mouth. Then he reached up and pulled the plug from the top of the drip bag, allowing air to enter into the bag and the water to begin flowing.

She-Hulk eyed the water flow down the clear tube, past her nose, then she felt the first drop of water enter her dry mouth. Eagerly, she began to suck on the limp rubber ball in her mouth, where the water erupted into her mouth from the tube.

"That's right slut. Suck it." the man said, smiling. As She-Hulk drank, he walked around to the point where her left leg was chained to the pipe by the wall. He released her left leg, allowing her to stand on tip-toe on her left foot.

Then he went around to her right flank. Supporting She-Hulk's right leg, the man untied the lines holding it up in a folded position. He dropped the leg down onto the floor as well. Then he walked away but soon returned with a long pole fitted with snap-hooks on either end. An eye-bolt was welded to its center. He knelt behind She-Hulk, and hooked each of the hooks into one of her ankle manacles, forcing her to spread her legs wide open. Then he swung the pole forward and up her front, folding her body up and raising her legs on either side of her body, before stretching them straight up until he slipped the eye-bolt in its center through the hook holding the captive up. This left her green legs spread wide open in a gigantic V, with her crotch facing forward.

The man walked away and returned with a low platform, which he placed in front of She-Hulk. He stepped onto it, and she noticed that his crotch was now at the same level as hers in her new position. He reached forward and pulled the line binding it aside, and pulled the dildo that had nestled within her vagina for so long. He took the large rubber member and placed it on the platform. Then, he pulled down his pants and approached her suspended form, his penis was already erect.

The man reached forward with his left hand and used his thumb to massage She-Hulk's clitoris. He reached around her uplifted left leg with his other hand and began to knead her left breast. To her horror, she felt her body beginning to respond to his touch. Soon, she was becoming horny, and she felt herself once again becoming wet in her vagina, now that she had some water in her system.

When the man felt She-Hulk was ready to receive him, he took a step forward and aimed his engorged member at She-Hulk's wide-open crotch. She felt the hot tip of his penis at the gates of her vagina before it was rammed deep into her tract.

"MMMMMMMMMMMPPH!" She-Hulk moaned, as the rubber panel pressing against her lips and the rubber straps imprisoning her head prevented her from making a more verbal protest. She shook her head as she felt him pump his member in and out of her. He pumped her vigorously, shaking her to the core, taking advantage of the lines binding her body, and using them as handles to pull her suspended body deeper around his penis. Her breasts bounced over her chest as he worked on her. Soon, she felt an orgasm build up inside of her, before finally, she felt the release of her juice, and despite herself, she moaned in satisfaction. Just at that point, she felt the man achieve his release, shooting sperm deep into her. Then he stepped back, withdrawing his shrinking penis out from her, with white cum drooling out of her vagina mouth.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm." She-Hulk moaned.

"Good." the man said, panting, "You will make a wonderful fuck toy, slave."

She-Hulk suddenly felt her face flush with the heat of humiliation. She could not believe that her body had succumbed in this manner, or how far she had fallen. This humiliation turned into renewed anger, and she tugged at the bonds holding her. But, again, this only caused the lines to tighten around her breasts and did nothing more than present an enticing spectacle for the man with her jiggling breasts and swaying hips as he pulled up his pants and buckled it.

"I see that you still have some fight in you. Good." the man said, grinning as he reached up to the cup over the mouth of She-Hulk. He removed the tube from the nozzle on the panel, and let the remaining water drain out of the drip bag onto the perspiration-soaked body of the Jade Giantess. Then he took the bulb of the gag, screw the knob shut, and pumped up the rubber ball within her mouth again, once more sealing the cavern of her mouth. Then he bent down and picked up the large black dildo, and reinserted it into her vagina, before securing it in place with the crotch rope. With her current position, her legs spread wide open and her crotch facing forward, the two rubber bases of the dildo and the anal plug were visible, forming black circles against the green of her skin.

The man now stepped off the platform and took it aside. Then, he took the drip bag off its perch above She-Hulk. He turned and left the cell, switching off the light after closing the cell door, once again plunging her into a dark solitude, left with only her humiliation as her companion.

In the prolonged darkness, She-Hulk's mind could only cling on desperately to the memories of her former self. These memories were becoming increasingly fragmented as she endured her torments. Gradually, she was losing bits of them, and her own identity became ever more focused on her captivity. She was losing more and more of herself as a superheroine and becoming more and more a helpless sex slave.

Her chain of thoughts was abruptly broken when the monsters inside her lower tracts began to vibrate again. As another wave of orgasm hit She-Hulk, she could only moan haplessly in pleasure.

The clang of the door roused She-Hulk from her sexually induced delirium. As the lights flickered on, the captive Avenger tiredly raised her head and saw that her captor had returned.

The man was not alone, however. He was leading the enslaved superheroine in the bird-like costume, the one that She-Hulk had seen previously. She was still wearing that remnant of her costume, but her arms were no longer bound behind her in an arm-sheath. Instead, her upper arms were bound by rope against her flanks, with the lines crisscrossing over and under her breasts, replacing the previous rope bondage that formed diamond-shaped lines over her torso. Her wrists were free, but her hands were imprisoned in mittens that prevented her from using her fingers. The mittens, in turn, were joined to gold PVC opera gloves that reached up to her armpits, trimmed with red PVC 'feathers' at the top. And instead of being bare-footed, she now wore thigh-high boots, also of golden PVC trimmed with red PVC at the tops, which reached nearly her crotch, which was bound with a rope in the same way as She-Hulk's was. The boots had thick soles, probably an inch thick at least, and very high heels of at least six or seven inches, forcing her feet into severe arches, and which rendered her movements awkward, her balance being placed in a precarious position. Such were the difficulties in walking in them that the man had dispensed with binding her legs altogether. However, she was still being led by a collar around her throat, carrying a folding deck chair made of black PVC fabric and chrome frame in her mitten-clad hands. Her mouth was still gagged as well, although it has now been replaced by what was called a spider-gag: it consisted of a steel ring with prongs fitted to its circumference so that the ring would not flip in the mouth of its wearer. The gag was held in place by a pair of thick leather straps that encircled her covered head.

The woman's eyes met with those of She-Hulk's, and the latter saw her glance go over her bound and abused body. She-Hulk suddenly felt very exposed, but she could only moan softly in protest as she watched the other woman set up the chair on the floor. Meanwhile, the man set up a second bag of water and plugged it into her gag. Releasing air from the rubber ball in her mouth, she was once more allowed to drink.

The man turned and settled down into the chair. Once he did so, the cowled woman slowly descended into a kneeling position between the man's open legs. She-Hulk's eyes rested on the rounded perfection of the other woman's butt, which – despite her predicament – she was unaccountably attracted to. She watched fascinated as the woman reached up to the front of the man's pants, and parted the slit there to reveal the man's penis, still flaccid. Then she leaned forward with her body until her face was in the man's crotch, revealing her crotch to She-Hulk's gaze. She saw that her fellow captive had been plugged in both her lower tracts as well and that her pubic hair had been neatly shaved off. Next, the woman's head began to make a motion as if she was licking an ice-cream cone. She-Hulk understood instantly that she was giving the man fellatio.

The man was, however, looking up at the bound She-Hulk, even as he was enjoying being served by the other woman. He seemed to be waiting for something, and being given a blow-job by the woman seemed to be merely a diversion while he waited. But what was it he was waiting for? She-Hulk wondered as she watched the other woman begin to bob her head up and down the man's shaft as it erected.

The answer came in an unexpected form. She-Hulk slowly became aware of a build-up of pressure in her bladder. All that water that she had drunk was being converted into urine. Worse, the fact that her vagina and rectum were filled with the rubber monster meant less space for her bladder to expand. The urgency of relieving herself came with unexpected rapidity.

It was a problem for She-Hulk for the man continued to fix her with his stare. For some strange reason, she felt a shyness about relieving herself in public, in particular, with the man watching in this way. It was absurd, of course, given how she had been sexually abused and raped by the man. Somehow, this reluctance turned into a form of defiance for her, as she sort to hold her urine, being determined not to make a display of relieving herself before the man.

Yet, from the start, it was a doomed fight. The pressure was building up uncomfortably, and the urge was becoming more and more difficult to deny. She-Hulk fought against her bodily urges as she tried to hold for as long as she could. All the while, the man was watching her, an evil smile of anticipation on his face. Whether it was from the other woman's blow-job or She-Hulk impending's humiliation, the green giantess could not tell.

Then, it happened. She-Hulk could hold it in no longer. With a gagged moan, urine shot out from her urethral opening. It was obstructed by the lines of the crotch rope, and the golden fluid instead flowed down along the lines, staining She-Hulk's crotch along the way, as well as the fabric of her costume and panties, before cascading down onto the floor. When she emptied her bladder, she felt a sense of relief, but also of humiliation at how she had done so in public, in such an exposed position, and how she had stained herself.

Shortly after that, the other woman managed to make the man ejaculate. The man smiled in triumph at both She-Hulk's humiliation and the other woman's blow-job.

"Show her your mouth." the man ordered the other woman. She turned slowly, perhaps reluctantly, to face the suspended captive. She-Hulk glanced down to see that her mouth was stained by the man's sperm. The two women's gaze met in mutual pity for each other's humiliation.

"That slut urinated all over herself. Clean up her crotch. With your tongue." the man ordered. The other woman's eyes opened wide at the order, but she moved to obey. Slowly, she got back onto her feet, before walking over to She-Hulk. She bent her body forward, her breasts spilling from her chest as she placed her face against the green captive's crotch, completely exposed with her thighs spread wide-open before her suspended torso. Slowly, she extended her stained tongue and began to run them over the urine-stained crotch of her fellow captive.

She-Hulk moaned into her gag as she felt the warm and moist muscle move all over her crotch. The other woman seemed more to be adding her saliva to the wetness of her urine, rather than cleaning her up, but it felt surprisingly good.

"That's enough now." the man said, chuckling. The other woman turned as he stood up. He went over to the suspended captive, and took the empty water bag off the hook, before pumping up the rubber ball in her gagged mouth again.

"Leave the chair." the man ordered as he picked up the end of the other woman's leash. He tugged on the leash and led her out of the chamber, leaving She-Hulk alone once again in her suspension.

The next few times the man returned, the man would feed She-Hulk water. Each time he did so, he would fuck her as she drunk, although he did not wait around until she urinated. Nevertheless, it was a degrading situation, as she was forced to relieve herself where she was suspended, staining not only herself but also the floor beneath her. Soon, the chamber began to stink from her dried urine.

Of course, She-Hulk's sexual torture regime continued. She still had to endure the repeated vibrations of the dildo and anal plug inside her lower tracts. However, the man added a new dimension to this. The vibrations would stop once her libido was build up to a point just before release, thus denying her any relief. Sexual hunger would build up frustratingly inside of her. This was only allowed to her when the man returned to fuck her.

Together with her sexual hunger, She-Hulk was also being tormented by the lack of food. The lack of sustenance not only created a growing hunger within the suspended Avenger, but it also meant that her body, being pushed to exhaustion and orgasm repeatedly, had grown weaker and weaker. Even her super strength and stamina could not be sustained when the body had been enfeebled by the lack of replenishing nutrients. With each growing day, and She-Hulk had no idea how long she had been kept in captivity, her body's strength ebbed away until she could barely do more than pull weakly at the bonds binding her.

Even worse, her mind was continued to slip, from the exhaustion, the hunger, and the constant over-stimulation of the orgasms. She-Hulk was beginning to find it more and more difficult to focus her mind. Any thought of escape or resistance receded from her mind as it became increasingly focused on her bondage, her sexual torments, and her hunger. Her existence became wrapped around the watering and fucking sessions.

This phrase lasted for what seemed like weeks before the man finally made a change to her ordeal. The man had come in as usual, but as he stood before the bound and suspended Avenger, he pinched his nose and said, "My, my, you do stink."

She-Hulk felt an embarrassment she could not understand. She could only close her eyes in shame at the man's stinging words.

"We will have to do something about you." the man added. He reached up and released her bound legs from their suspended position, before removing the pole from her ankle shackles. For the first time in a long while, both her legs could drop onto the floor, but she was so weakened that she found it difficult to stand up.

As She-Hulk was struggling to find her footing, the man went to the drawers and came back with a heavy Adamantium belt. It was hinged on one side, and locked on the other. It must have been at least four inches tall, and an inch thick. He placed the belt around her waist and closed it. It was tight, and it clinched in her flanks as it was shut around her, with the hinge before her stomach. Taking a heavy padlock, the man went around behind her and fitted its shank through the eyeholes on the flanges on the ends of the belt, then pressed the shank shut to secure the lock over her back.

The man went back to the drawers and returned with a pair of Adamantium manacles connected by a heavy metal chain. He went around She-Hulk's back and squatted down. He removed the shackles that had been used on her ankles previously, but almost immediately replaced them with the thick metal manacles, each at least an inch thick and three inches tall. As he closed the shackles around her ankles, they clicked with a disheartening firmness, trapping her joints in their grasps. Looking down, she could see that the chain was quite long, such that her stride would not be unduly impeded, but the man was not done yet. He took the middle of the chain, which had a large snap-hook fitted, and pulled it up. This also raised both her ankles up off the floor, returning her once more to a fully suspended position, despite her moans of protest. He hooked the snap-hook

through the inverted U formed by the shank of the lock on her belt. This left her legs folded up behind her.

The man now took another pair of manacles, linked by a shorter chain, from the drawers. He reached up and unlocked the padlock holding the collar shut around She-Hulk's throat. He slipped the center link of the chain between the manacles over the shank of the padlock, and then locked it shut, leaving the manacles to dangle from her throat, down to her large breasts.

Next, the man reached for She-Hulk's manacled wrists, and released the manacles from them with a key, dropping them on the floor. Her wrists were now unsecured, but her arms were still kept bound to each other behind her. The man swiftly restored her wrists to bondage by locking the manacles dangling from her throat to her wrists. Only after her wrists had been secured, did the man undo the shackles binding her elbows, allowing her arms to swing forward.

When She-Hulk had been fully manacled with Adamantium, the man reached up and released the lines holding her up to the hook. She was dumped unceremoniously and painfully onto the floor beneath her.

"Get up on all fours!" the man commanded. She-Hulk slowly unfolded her body and got onto her hands and knees. She found that the chain connecting her wrist manacles confined their movements such that she could not reach forward more than two feet in front of her, thus preventing her from straightening her arms. Similarly, the length of the chain linking her ankles and the back of the belt around her waist was such that her legs were kept folded.

The man now retrieved a foot-long length of chain from the cart and came to She-Hulk. The chain had a snap-hook at one end and a ring at the other. He hooked it to the padlock at her neck and then stood back and pulled on the ring, using it as a leash.

"Move it, slave!" the man commanded. She-Hulk could do nothing but obey the tug. The collar around her throat was being pulled forward such that it was now pressing uncomfortably against the sides of her jaws. Its rigidity would not choke her, but it does compel her to lower and push forward her head in the direction of the man's pull. As the man continued to pull on the chain leash, She-Hulk assumed a posture that resembled that of a dog, surely the man's intention all along. She could not contemplate this, however, as the man turned and walked towards the door, tugging ruthlessly on the chain leash.

She-Hulk followed the man on her hands and legs, shuffling on the floor. Her buttocks were raised high into the air and it swung from side to side as she crawled. The dildo and the butt-plug were still inserted in her, and the large rubber disks in her crotch moved from side to side in rhythm with the sway of her buttocks. Underneath her chest, her oversized breasts, swung from side to side like ripe melons, as she struggled to keep up with the man. Below her gagged mouth, the rubber bulb swung wildly at the end of the rubber hose connecting it to the rubber panel over her sealed lips.

The man led She-Hulk up the staircase and out of the house through a back door. The sun shone down onto the captive as she emerged into daylight for the first time in a long while. She had to squint until her eyes adjusted to the unaccustomed brightness. She found herself looking at a neatly maintained garden with short green grass, as the man led She-Hulk up a stone path wound its way past some bushes, to end abruptly before a Jacuzzi sunk into the ground.

She-Hulk's eyes came to rest on a woman there, standing next to the Jacuzzi. She was tall and slender, with raven black hair that flowered down past her shoulders to her breasts, which were round and full. Her face was beautiful with an enviable mixture of Latin and Scandinavian. She wore a rough bikini made out of triangles of dark crocodile skin, held in place by twisted strips of leather.

However, it was obvious that the woman was a captive as well. For one, the triangles that covered her breasts had been pulled aside, and red welts covered the globes of flesh. She had been whipped in the same sadistic way as She-Hulk had. Her bikini bottom was gone too, but it was clear where it went. She was very effectively cleave-gagged by a strip of crocodile skin tied around her head, a measure that would both silence her and humiliate her, being forced to taste her panties.

For another, the woman was securely bound with ropes as well. A rope had been doubled and pulled over the back of her neck. The lines were then pulled across each other to form an 'X' between her breasts. The lines were then pulled around under her breasts to her sides. They crossed behind her back before coming around to her front, this time over her breasts, before crossing and going around to the back of her body, where they were knotted together. Her elbows had been pulled back and forced together, and the remaining free lines of the rope binding her torso used to bind them harshly together. This forced her to arch her chest forward, pushing out her bound breasts. Her lower arms remained free, and she had not been forced to wear mittens that would deny the use of her fingers, but she could not reach the knots binding her elbows behind her.

The woman had a doubled rope tied around her waist. The lines reached down and buried themselves in her exposed groin, between the folds of her shaved labia. The lines emerged behind her from between her rounded buttocks to be tied to the back of the belt, before the lines were separated and pulled diagonally down and around her hips to the front, where they were tied together, before being crisscrossed tightly around her upper thighs and tied off around her knees, hobbling her.

As She-Hulk got closer, she noticed that the brunette was standing on tip-toes. She saw that this was not by choice, for the woman had strips of bamboo tied to her feet. The strips crossed from her shin down to her instep and were tied in place at her ankles and around her feet. The strips then acted as splints to immobilize the ankle joints, preventing her from bending them, forcing her feet to remain pointed straight down, and preventing her from resting back on her heels. It was a very tiring position to maintain, much more so than actually wearing high-heels.

The woman's dark eyes regarded the man with hatred as he led She-Hulk up to the Jacuzzi. The man merely grinned at her obvious helplessness, and slapped one of her bound breasts, causing her to flinch.

"This one thought she was a jungle girl, although she was just an environmental activist. She was making a lot of trouble for a logging company. Now, she'll probably end up in the zoo of some rich sheik!" the man said, grabbing the brunette's chin and looking into her eyes, "She's still fiery on the inside, but she knows that if she doesn't play ball with me, she'll be given around round of whipping. But, let's take care of you for now."

The man released the brunette's chin and bent down to hook She-Hulk's leash chain to an Adamantium ring stapled to the ground next to the Jacuzzi. He walked around behind the captive and untied her running shoes, pulling them off her feet.

"Such terrible footwear for a beautiful woman like you." the man said, "As a slave, you will have to wear more appropriate footwear, of course."

"Or would you rather that we impose something like these on you?" the man said, waving towards the splinted ankles of the brunette, "We might even put a strip of wood with nails under your heels to encourage you to walk properly."

When She-Hulk did not reply, the man pulled the socks off from her feet as well. He threw the socks and shoes to one side, before standing astride her lower legs, just behind her upraised buttocks. He reached forward and pulled down the zip of the costume on the Avenger. He had to push and pull the zipper under the lines of the breast and crotch ropes still crossing her back. The back parted as the zipper ran down towards the small of her back, revealing the chest band of her purple bra. There was a snap as the man opened a folding knife, and he sliced through the fabric of the costume, severely the right half of its back just above her right shoulder blade. The material slipped down her side to hang beneath her. He then cut the material on the left side. Once this was done, the front of the costume fell away under She-Hulk. The man now turned his attention to the bottom of the costume that stretched over her hips and bottom. He sliced down, left and right, and made diagonal cuts from the zipper down to the leg-holes. This allowed the bottom to separate and fall off her buttocks, to hang from her body, held in place now only by bondage binding her. He walked around to the side, grabbed the material, and pulled the cut costume from under the lines and the metal belt around her waist, flinging the garment aside.

She-Hulk was now left only in her purple bra and panties. Her costume had long since been pulled back to reveal her erogenous zones, of course, but seeing the cut garment lay on the ground before she brought home the fact that she was now a helpless captive, unable to even defend herself from being stripped.

The man was not done, for she still had her underwear on, although the cups of her bra were no longer holding her breasts, whilst the crotch of her panties no longer covered her vulva. It did not matter. The man now cut the elastic bands of her bra and pulled the underwear from under the ropes binding her breasts. He flung the purple garment to the floor, before turning his attention to her panties. He cut the elastic waistband at two points, over her hips, before pulling the strip of lacy garment out from under the crotch-rope.

She-Hulk had now been stripped entirely naked, except her bondage. She could only sob silently in disgrace at what was being done to her, but the man ignored her. He now untied the ropes binding her breasts and crotch, and dropped the ropes on the floor, kicking them to one side. Finally, he went around behind her once more, and yanked the dildo and anal-plug unceremoniously out of her lower tracts, eliciting moans from his captive as they left her tracts, dropping them on the floor.

"Into the water." the man ordered She-Hulk. She looked at the Jacuzzi and saw that it had been filled with water. The leash chain was just long enough for her to turn and climb into the tub. The water felt refreshing against her dirty skin, and she sunk under the water to wet her head and hair as well. When she emerged from the water, she looked up to see that the brunette was now holding a tray, with a bottle of dog shampoo and a sponge on it. She held it with some difficulty given the way her elbows were bound behind her, gripping the edge of the tray and pressing it against her flat stomach. The man took the bottle and read aloud from it.

"All natural ingredients. Perfect for your pet." the man said, adopting a mocking tone. He popped the bottle's snap cap open and squeezed a generous amount onto the back of She-Hulk. Then he took the sponge and wet it, before he began to rub it all over her back, lathering the shampoo. He worked his way back, over her buttocks, before scrubbing the rough sponge over her vulva, parting her labia, before using a corner to penetrate her vagina mouth. This caused the green captive to buck, throwing back her head and wet hair.

"Steady now." the man said, grabbing her hips. Then he penetrated deeper with his sponge, and rimmed her vagina, causing She-Hulk even more distress, before withdrawing. When he repeated this with her anus, she could only shake her head as she felt the rim of her anus being rubbed by the rough material.

Next, the man reached down and scrubbed over the flat of her stomach, before reaching forward to her breasts, which he paid particular attention to, enjoying the feel of her oversized breasts in his hands. He fondled them, kneading them, causing his captive to moan into her gag. When he was finally done with them, he cleaned the rest of her body, including her head and limbs.

"Out of the tub." the man ordered as he took the garden hose from the brunette. It was fitted with a spray nozzle, and he pressed the trigger once She-Hulk had climbed out of the tub. A powerful jet of water shot out from the nozzle onto the back of the chained captive, causing her to flinch from the cold. He played the spray up and down her body, washing away all the soap. He lingered over her exposed crotch and her breasts with his spray. The latter swung like pendulums under her chest as the water assaulted them. When She-Hulk was clean, the man handed the hose back to the brunette.

"Shake yourself dry." the man ordered. She-Hulk did as she was told, shaking her body. Droplets of water flew off her body, as her breasts juggled under her. Her ass waved in the air as she did so, making her an even more erotic sight to the man. She-Hulk could not shake herself completely dry, of course, but the whole point was to make her a humiliating spectacle.

When she was somewhat dry, the man unhooked She-Hulk's leash chain from the floor and led her away from the Jacuzzi towards the house again. The sun was beginning to set, turning the sky into a fiery orange as the pair entered the house.

The man led She-Hulk up a staircase onto the second level of the house. This level had an open concept, allowing her to look through the various areas, serving separate functions as a bedroom, wardrobe, and office. The furniture was mostly chrome and black leather. Even the four-poster bed had a chrome steel frame and black silk sheets. The floor was covered with plush carpets that softened the hardness of the bare concrete walls and ceiling. Tall windows on all sides of the level allowed her to look out to the surrounding area. She noted that she could see the resort from where she was.

The man led She-Hulk to the wardrobe area. His clothes were hanging neatly in racks to one side. There was a section, however, with women's clothing as well. In particular, there seemed to be quite a selection of women's lingerie. She was brought to a spot before that section. The man released the middle of the chain linking her ankles from the point where it was secured to the back of the Adamantium belt around her waist and pulled it behind her, where he secured the snap-hook to a chrome ring secured to the concrete underneath the carpet. He then took her leash chain and

secured it to another ring in front of her, trapping her in place. When he was done, he unlocked the metal belt from around her waist and let it drop to the floor.

"Let's see now…" the man pondered, looking at the different designs, "I think you do look good in purple. How about this one?"

The man took out a purple bodysuit made from sheer chiffon. It was of the halter top design with an open back. The back of the costume consisted only of the rear of the bottom, which was a minuscule G-string, held up to the hips of the front by drawstrings. The man opened the snap buttons on the lacy collar of the costume, before untying the drawstrings at the hips. He came up to where She-Hulk was.

"Sit up." the man ordered. She-Hulk hesitated for a moment.

"You can, of course, crawl around completely naked. It's up to you." the man said, smiling. The thought that being completely naked might be preferable to be dolled up like a whore did cross her mind, but she decided that this was not a point she would risk punishment over. It was better to acquiesce for now. She did as she was told, sitting back on her heels. Her wrists were pulled up by the chain linking them to her throat, folding her arms beside her into a position that made her looked as if she was a dog begging.

The man stepped forward and secured the round collar of the body-suit around She-Hulk's neck, just beneath the metal collar locked around it. He pulled the rest of the costume down towards her crotch.

"Spread your legs." the man ordered. She-Hulk obeyed, allowing him to pull the crotch piece down between her legs, over her crotch, and up between her buttocks. He then tied the draw-strings of the crotch piece in place to the front of the bodysuit over her hips, securing the purple garment in place.

The man went back to the racks and took out a shoebox. He opened it and pulled out an oversized pair of peep-toe pumps. It was made from white PVC and had very high heels, at least six inches in height. The top of the pumps had white PVC manacles, which are buckled.

"On all fours again." the man ordered, and She-Hulk dropped forward onto her hands and knees again. She felt him fit the shoes over her large feet, and buckled the PVC manacles around her ankles, just under the metal manacles binding them.

The man now released the ankle chains from the ring behind She-Hulk. He pulled the center of the chain forward until it was between her knees. He then reached forward and released the end of her chain leash from the ring to her front. He pulled the end back and mated up the snap-hook at its end to the snap-hook secured to the middle of the ankle chain, joining them.

"Get up." the man ordered, stepping back. She-Hulk did as she was told, rising unsteadily onto her feet. She still had not been fed, and her body was weak from hunger. Not only that, her ordeals since she was captured had been punishing for her stamina and strength. In addition, the shoes that had been imposed on her took some getting used to, in the way it unnaturally imposed severe arches to her feet, as well as forcing her body to arch forward to compensate, pushing back her buttocks and

pushing forward her breasts in a most enticing way, particularly given the translucent nature of her purple bodysuit.

She-Hulk found that her new bondage arrangement allowed her to walk, although the chains were of such a length that, once the ankle chain was lifted towards her knees by the leash chain, they allowed her to take only short steps. When the man took the leash chain and pulled it forward, this further constrained her steps. In any case, the shoes were not made for any drastic movements.

The man now led She-Hulk downstairs. She followed him, walking unintentionally in an exaggerated saunter that resembled that affected by street-walkers hawking their wares. Her large buttocks swayed up and down, and from side to side, behind her. Her breasts bounce up and down as they pushed against the chiffon that did little to restrain them. He led her down the staircase to the first level, where the sitting room and the kitchen were located. Again, this level was designed in the open concept, with no walls to obstruct the view across the entire floor. At one corner of the sitting room was an interesting piece of furniture. It consisted of a cubical frame of iron beams welded together. Heavy-duty Adamantium rings were secured to the sides of the frame with massive bolts. Heavy Adamantium chains with oversized snap-hooks, of the type more often used for heavy-duty lifting, were already fitted to the rings.

She-Hulk was now led into the box formed by the frame. She was turned around to face the inside of the sitting room. Then her knees were knocked in, forcing her into a kneeling position.

"On your hands and knees!" the man ordered. She-Hulk obeyed, dropping onto the palms of her hands. She was too tired and hungry to put up even a token of resistance. The man took a chain attached to the left upper corner of the cube, behind She-Hulk, and brought it up to her left ankle. It was just too short to reach the ankle, but the man pulled up the ankle and mated the hook onto the manacle securing it. This left her left leg folded up, with her left ankle pulled upwards towards the corner of the cube that the chain was attached to, with only the point of her knee resting on the floor. The man went to the right, and took another chain attached to the opposite corner of the cube from the first one, and secured She-Hulk's right ankle in the same way. She was now resting on her hands and knee caps.

The man now went around to She-Hulk's front. Here, chains were attached to the two lower corners of the side of the cube facing She-Hulk. He took each one in turn and attached them to the manacles around her wrists, securing them to the lower corners of the frame. He next reached for the chains secured to the upper corners of the side of the cube facing She-Hulk and snapped them to the padlock at her throat. She-Hulk was left chained in an awkward position, her torso almost horizontal to the floor, with her legs folded up, forcing her to rest on her hands and knees.

After putting She-Hulk in this stringent bondage position, the man came around to her front and released the air from the rubber bulb in her mouth. He then unbuckled the straps on the harness gag and pulled it off of her face. He went away and returned with a cloth, which he used to clean the area of her face where the gag had covered for so long.

Then the man took something from the floor next to the frame. It was an Adamantium crown, which he fitted over She-Hulk's head. It was a good fit and came to rest just above her ears, with a vertical strip extending from the front, up over her head, to the back, preventing the crown from sliding further down.

Next, the man picked up an Adamantium hook in his hand. It was a large affair, and the tip of the hook was blunted. The man walked around behind her and lifted the crotch piece of her lingerie off her crotch. Soon, She-Hulk felt the cold blunt tip of the hook touch her sphincter, and she clenched it involuntarily. But it had already been slackened by the prolonged residence of the butt-plug and offered no resistance to the hook as it entered her and slid deep into her rectum, causing her to shudder. Worse was to come. The top of the hook had a small chain attached to it, with a snap-hook at the other end. The man now took the snap-hook and attached it to an eye-bolt welded to the back of the crown around her head. This forced her to arch her back to reduce the distance between the back of her head and her butt.

The man stood up and left She-Hulk in her new bondage for the moment. She found that the hook was tolerable as long as she did not lower her head down past the level of her shoulders. However, it was obvious that the man would not leave her in such relative comfort, and would find an ingenious way to force her to lower her head.

The man returned with a large feeding bowl and placed it on the floor in front of She-Hulk. He left again, and there was a whirring sound from the kitchen. When he returned once more, he was holding two large cans of dog food. He dumped their oily brownish content into the bowl before She-Hulk.

"All right, slave." the man said, looking down at She-Hulk, chained in her purple lingerie, "You may feed now."

She-Hulk's eyes widened at the thought of food. She was ravenously hungry. But as she lowered her head towards the bowl, she found that she was brought up short by the chain linking the crown on her head to the butt-hook in her ass.

"What's the matter, don't you want to feed?" the man asked.

"Yes … yes, but the butt-hook…" She-Hulk whined, almost in tears. "What about it?" the man asked.

"I … I can't reach the bowl," She-Hulk complained.

"That's your problem." the man said cruelly, before turning and walking away. Tears streamed down She-Hulk's face. The food was so near and yet so far. She tried lowering her head again, inching closer to the food, but the hook dug deeper and deeper into her ass, pulling at the mouth of her anus, causing her much discomfort.

Still, She-Hulk's hunger forced her to ignore the distress in her ass, and, finally, she succeeded in dipping her face into the dog food. Behind her, the Adamantium hook was pressed deep into her crotch, elongating the opening of her anus.

Then, as She-Hulk began to feed, she felt the familiar hot tip of the man's penis penetrate her vagina mouth. She paused for a moment to glance back over her shoulder to see the man behind her.

"You better eat fast, slave." the man warned, "I'll remove the food once I'm done."

She-Hulk quickly lowered her head into the food again and began to lap up the goo with her tongue, even as the man began to fuck her. She ate as fast as she could, given the distress in her anus and the man's penis ramming her cunt. She moaned in between slurps of feeding as she felt herself being brought to orgasm easily by the man's pumping. Thankfully for her, she managed to finish most of the food before the man ejaculated. As he promised, once he was done, he removed the bowl from before her, wiping her mouth clean. Next, he took an Adamantium shackle and used it to gag her as before, placing the U-shaped body around the back of her head, before forcing the bolt between her jaws, screwing it in place to silence her. Then he left her alone to try to get used to her new bondage arrangement.

She-Hulk was kept in her position for the next few days. Every time she was fed, she was forced to abuse her ass-hole. It was the same when she was given water. And every time she fed or drank, she was fucked by the man. For the rest of her time, she was pretty much ignored, almost as if she was just another piece of furniture inside the house. Indeed, she WAS a piece of furniture as far as the man was concerned, as he would regularly sit on her back as if she was a stool or a swing. As he spoke on his telephone or worked on his laptop on her back, his hand would wander sometimes to her vulva, and manipulate her clitoris, causing her to become horny again, always stopping just before she reached orgasm to keep her libido level up.

She-Hulk spent most of the day hanging in her chains, looking out of the large windows of the house on the scenery outside, or watching the man as he lounged on the sofas in the sitting room, watching TV or making phone calls. He would leave the house for long periods, leaving her alone in her bondage, except when the maid came in to clean the house.

The maid wore a fetishist version of a French maid's black and white costume. She wore a glossy black latex cowl that covered her entire head, leaving only two small eyeholes and two nostrils to allow her to see and breathe. There was no hole for her mouth, as apparently, speaking was not required of her. Looking at the front of the mask where her mouth should be, one could see the round impression left by an oversized ball-gag that propped her jaws wide open under the mask.

The maid's torso was covered by a shiny black latex bodysuit, with long sleeves that ended up in gloves, as well as very high-cut leg holes that revealed her long thighs and her wide hips. The waist of the bodysuit had a corset incorporated into it, which clinched in her waist severely. Just below the hem of the corset was the barest facsimile of a latex skirt trimmed with white lace. The maid tottered about the house on a pair of black pumps with cruelly high heels, which complemented the fishnet stockings she wore.

The maid would perform several tasks in the house, including dusting and cleaning the furniture. This included She-Hulk in her bondage, and she would use a duster to dust off any dust, and a cleaning cloth to scrub down her bound body. As she bent over, She-Hulk could see that her lower tracts were invaded by a dildo and anal plug as well, their round bases pressing against the crotch-piece of her bodysuit.

She-Hulk would only be released temporarily from her position once a day. The man would come in and release her from the hooks holding her in place. She would be allowed to stand up. Although she towered over him, she had long since given up on offering any resistance. She would follow the man as he led her out of the house in her purple chiffon lingerie and white high-heels. She would be led

to a corner of the garden, where the butt-hook would be removed from her anus, and she would be forced to squat down to relieve herself in one of the flowerbeds. It was a humiliating thing for her to do, particularly in public, under the man's gaze, but she had no choice. She could not relieve herself otherwise. She certainly couldn't shit with the butt-hook up her ass, nor was she allowed to urinate inside the house. The man had been very specific about that, and she was forced to hold her urine until she was allowed to pee. The punishment will be a return to the chamber below and an even more cruel form of bondage. And to add to this particular humiliation, she had no choice but to allow the man to clean her off after she had done her business.

Now that She-Hulk was out of the chamber, she could keep better track of time. This, however, did not make her captivity any easier. It was depressing for her to realize that she remained a captive, day after day, completely unable to be the mistress of her actions or fate. In fact, in the rare moments when she was capable of more sophisticated thought, she could only regard with dismay how she had been reduced to nothing more than a piece of furniture and a fuck-toy for the man.

After a week as a piece of furniture, the man changed She-Hulk's situation. She was taken off the frame. Next, the hateful butt-hook and crown arrangement was taken off of her. She was once again led to the Jacuzzi outside, and her purple chiffon lingerie stripped off of her before she was given another cleaning. The brunette jungle girl was there once again, still bound in the same way, and forced to assist the man as he cleaned She-Hulk. Then the man led She-Hulk back to the underground chamber. For a moment, she feared that more stringent bondage was about to be imposed on her, but she saw instead that a table had been placed in the middle of the room, close to where she had been suspended for so long, with several large boxes on it. She was brought to the center of the room and forced to kneel, before the man-made changes to her bondage.

To begin, the man used a pair of shackles, linked by a short Adamantium rod, to secure her elbows to one another. This placed She-Hulk in a chest-out position again, thrusting her nude breasts out. When her elbows were secured, he released her wrists from the manacles linked to her collar. He then placed her wrists together behind her back and used a single shackle to secure them to each other. Then he produced a long, large arm-sheath of glossy purple PVC. It was deceptive, as it had a rigid structure and was heavy. Indeed, it was an Adamantium cone covered with fabric. The man slipped it up her arms, before pulling the thick PVC-covered Kevlar straps over her shoulders, buckling the straps back on the top of the sheath to keep the cone in place around her arms. This, together with the shackles still binding her underneath, meant that she would not be able to free herself. The arm-sheath had a thick Adamantium ring secured to its outside, at a point under She- Hulk's wrists. He now pulled the ring up and hooked it to the end of a heavy chain dangling from the ceiling, forcing her to bend over until her arms rose almost vertically into the air.

The man removed the ankle shackles that had been binding She-Hulk. Although her legs were free now, her kneeling strappado position meant that she could not make any sudden moves. She could only shake her booty high in the air, trying to relieve some pressure from her shoulder joints. The man retrieved a large box and opened it, pulling out a pair of high-heeled boots. These were of glossy purple PVC and had very high tops. He unzipped one, the zip running from the top to the instep, and went to her left leg, feeding the boot over her foot. Then, he pulled her leg straight back, before he slowly pulled the zipper up, closing the elastic material over the form of her limb, all the way until the top, which reached almost to her crotch. He repeated the process with her other foot.

The man stood up now and retrieved another box from the table. He opened it and showed- Hulk a corset. Like the arm-sheath, it was constructed from Adamantium, covered in purple PVC fabric. Its waist was very narrow, opening up towards the top to form a lip on the front. The hem was curved over where the hips should be and had a crotch piece buckled to the front, made of purple PVC-covered leather, which could be pulled back and secured in place to a buckle attached to the back of the corset. The corset had clasps along both flanks, and when these were undone, it separated into two halves, linked together only by the crotch piece.

The rear half was placed over She-Hulk's back first before the front portion was swung between her legs and up over the front of her torso. The man mated the two halves together and clasped them together. As the clasps were secured one by one, She-Hulk felt her waist being clinched in steadily, and the Adamantium shell of the corset grip her body tightly, preventing her from fully expanding her chest, thus imposing a rapid and shallow pattern of breathing on her. She also realized that the corset did not cover her breasts, although she could not tell for the moment that the lip on the front of the corset would come up under them, to push them up and press them together to form a deep cleavage. The crotch-piece of the corset, in turn, was fitted snuggly against her crotch, its thinness acting like the lines of a crotch-rope, cleaving her vagina lips to nestle itself into her sensitive zone, pressing against her clitoris, her vagina mouth, and her asshole.

When the man had installed this very severe corset on She-Hulk, he retrieved the third box. In it, there was a cowl that seemed at first to be made of purple PVC. When he unzipped the elastic back, he parted it to reveal that the face consisted of an Adamantium plate. On the inside of the plate, where her mouth would be, was a black rubber ball at least three inches in diameter, fitted to a tube on the plate. He yanked back She-Hulk's head and placed the rubber ball between her slacked jaws before he slipped the faceplate over the face of the captive. The plate had a cup that fitted snuggly over her chin, and a crown that reached over the top of her head to anchor itself in place over her face. The plate had two small eye holes for her eyes and two holes over her nostrils for her to breathe through. Once he zipped up the back of the cowl, her entire head was covered, down to her throat. Her hair had been brushed back, and then bundled up under the cowl, such that no hair could now be seen. The rubber ball in her mouth pressed down on her tongue while wedging open her jaws, while the cup of the plate applied counter-pressure up against her lower jaws. The whole arrangement was both uncomfortable and extremely effective in preventing her from making any noise.

The man now removed the Adamantium collar around She-Hulk's throat. In its place, he placed another collar, of purple PVC. Again this was deceptive, as the inside of the collar was constructed of Adamantium as well. The concave sides of the collar made it resemble a corset as they constricted in the middle before flaring out to cover the shoulders of She-Hulk. The top of the collar curved up along the sides of her cowled head and under her chin, rendering her head completely immobile once he had buckled the back of the collar in place behind her throat, adding its structure to that of the face-plate in keeping her jaws immobile.

The man released She-Hulk from her strappado position and allowed her to stand up. It was difficult as the boots offered a tremendous amount of resistance to the movements of her legs. She suspected that they were made from more than PVC fabric. In any case, the heels of these boots were cruelly high as well, and forced her feet into uncomfortable tip-toes, meaning that she could barely walk, let alone run or fight in them. It did impose a very sexy posture on her, as she had to thrust her hips and buttocks back while arching her body forward, her breasts pushed up and together by the lip of the

corset. This effect was accentuated by the way her arms were bound together behind her. Indeed, the corset and the collar combined to impose a posture of rigid attention to her torso and head.

"For the final piece now..." the man said, allowing himself an evil smile. He held up an Adamantium hook, which caused She-Hulk's eyes to open wide. It looked like the one that had been used on her previously in her position as furniture, but the tip was much larger. It was shaped like a pointed bulb. The other end of the hook had a snap-hook. The man took a bottle of lubricant and squeezed a generous amount over the tip of the bulb. Then he came over to She-Hulk, and bent her over slightly, just enough to allow him easier access to her anus. She felt the cold tip being applied to her sphincter, which caused her to shudder, before the bulb entered her, expanding her elastic muscle as it slid up into her rectum. She shuddered again as she felt her anus being stretched beyond even the limit it had grown accustomed to, before it finally closed over the bulb, trapping it within her. The man now took the snap-hook on the hook, and snapped it to the ring on the arm-sheath binding her, with its bulb tip deep inside her rectum, causing her much discomfort. She-Hulk could only moan in agony.

The man now hooked up a conventional leather leash to the crotch piece of the corset. When he yanked on it, She-Hulk felt the crotch-piece chafe her sensitive zone, forcing her to take a step forward to relieve the discomfort. The man led She-Hulk out of the chamber, forcing her to negotiate the staircase back up. It was difficult, given all the impositions on her: she could not look down to see where to place her feet; her feet were encased in punishing high heels, which made it difficult to place her feet firmly on the steps; and the corset and the collar, and the way her arms were bound behind her, all prevented her from balancing herself easily. Yet, the man urged her on, tugging mercilessly on the leash, tugging the leather strap deep into her vulva to encourage her to climb faster.

The man led She-Hulk out of the house. Her high-heels and bound arms forced her to walk in the exaggerated strut of a catwalk model as she placed foot after foot carefully before her. The heels quickly began to cause her calves to ache, with her feet being placed at such an acute angle from their natural position. The heels tapped a staccato on the paving stones as she was led up a garden path to a gate. The gate parted to admit the pair into the area beyond.

She-Hulk saw that she had been brought to the poolside of the resort. There was a large infinity pool that overlooked a deep valley, which was just becoming cloaked in darkness by the sun disappearing over the distant hills. No guests were swimming at the moment, as the pool had been closed for a pool-side party. There was a dozen hotel staff working to set up the place. They looked up as she was led past them, admiring her bound form, but they were not shocked by what they saw. It seemed that they had become accustomed to it.

She-Hulk was led past food stations being set up and the pool-side bar as it was being stocked with crates of alcoholic beverages, towards a temporary bridge formed by a barrel placed in the center of the pool, with planks laid over it from the pool-side and towards a small island on the edge of the pool facing the valley. This small island had an alcove carved out of a dead tree trunk placed in its center.

The man led She-Hulk over the bridge. She had to step carefully on the narrow plank so as not to fall off into the water. The planks creaked under her weight, but she reached the small island with no accidents. The man led her towards the alcove and turned her around to face the pool. He bent down and unbuckled the crotch strap from the hem of the corset and kept it away.

"Part your feet." the man ordered. She-Hulk obeyed and the man-made some adjustments to where she stood. Then, there was a soft whirl under her. She could not see what was happening. Thus, when she felt a blunt metallic tip penetrate her vagina mouth, she bucked a little at the sensation, but the man held her steady.

"Mmmmmmmm." She-Hulk moaned as she felt the shank rise deep into her. She had to close her legs together as the pressure inside her vagina increased. She could feel the shaft supporting the shank between her legs as she closed her thighs together, and gathered that the shaft must go all the way down to the floor she was standing on. She panicked as she felt the shank continue to rise, for she could not boost her height any further, with her feet already on tip-toes. Thankfully, the shank stopped shortly after, although it remained uncomfortably deep inside of her, and she found that she could not move away from the spot where she stood, now that she had been impaled.

The man stood back and looked up at the towering statue that he had made out of a living superheroine. She-Hulk looked very impressive indeed, standing so rigid at attention, with her chest thrust forward and her buttocks pushed back. Her soft green skin was perfectly complemented by the purple of the costume and bondage that had been imposed on her. Her naked green breasts looked breath-taking in terms of their size and their rounded softness above her corset. She looked every bit at the fetishist's dream.

The man now produced a small box, which he opened and placed on the floor next to She-Hulk. When he stood up, he was holding an Adamantium ring in one hand, and a piercing gun on the other. Then he reached for her right breast. She could not see what he was doing, but she a loud snap, and there was a brief sharp pain on her tit.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" She-Hulk protested, but the sound barely carried beyond the faceplate of her cowl. The man ignored her and opened the ring in his hands. He threaded it through the freshly pierced hole in her dark green nipple, before closing it and giving it a playful tweak, which only caused further torment to the slave. The man squatted down again to retrieve another ring, and there was another loud snap. Once again, she felt pain, this time on her left tit. The man placed the second ring on that tit as well.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" She-Hulk moaned. She was in a lot of distress. She could not even throw back her head in agony, being held so rigidly. She was utterly defenseless as the man did whatever he wanted with her.

The man was not done yet, and he held up a third ring, this one larger than the other two. She could well imagine where that one was going, having seen one on the cowled woman on the night she was captured. As she feared, a sharp pain came rushing up from her crotch, and she let out another gagged yelp. The man knelt between her legs and finished threading the large ring through her clitoris hood, leaving it dangling just beneath her crotch.

The man stood back, looking at his handiwork. She-Hulk was now ringed in both her dark green nipples as well as her clitoris hood, the polished brightness of the Adamantium contrasting with the green of her skin. They amply emphasized her helpless degradation.

The man squatted down again and retrieved two objects. They were musical chimes, made from vertical strips of metal suspended from rings, which were in turn held up by clips at their tips. He

attached them to the nipple rings on She-Hulk, such that the chime dangled from her nipples. Then he bent down and pulled a pair of wires from the floor of the alcove and attached it to the clitoris ring between her legs.

The man stood up and back, and held up a remote control, and pressed a button on it. Almost immediately, the shank inside of She-Hulk came to life. The vibrations were powerful, shaking her loins to the core. She moaned as she felt the powerful simulation course through her body. Her body trembled to the vibrations of the shank buried deep in her, and this set her breasts in motion, which in turn caused the musical chimes to start ringing. Her arms pushed against their Adamantium prison, but the arm-sheath trapped them effortlessly in her weakened state, reducing her struggles to mere tugs on the butt-hook secured to the sheath, which in turn only served to reinforce the torment within her insides as the bulb shook within her rectum.

Then, the man pressed another button, and She-Hulk felt an electric shock in her clitoris. It was not much, just a spark, but it felt like the sting of a whip. This caused her to jolt her body, causing the chimes to ring even more vigorously.

"MMMMMMMMMMM!" was all the protest She-Hulk could make at this maltreatment. The man seemed satisfied with his arrangement and pressed his remote control again to bring the shaft to a halt. He packed up the box and went back over the bridge again, leaving She-Hulk alone on the alcove, panting lightly. The resort staff removed the temporary bridge shortly after that.

The work carried on around She-Hulk as she stood at rigid attention on the island, but the man soon returned, this time leading the cowled woman in gold and red PVC. Her body was no longer nude but was clad in a bodysuit, trimmed with red PVC feathers. Its design was a halter-top one, with a circular cut-out on the stomach to show off her flat abdomen. It had high leg-holes that exposed her rounded hips and her firm buttocks behind her. She now wore a short cape of red PVC feathers clasped over her throat.

From what She-Hulk could recall, this was similar to the actual costume this enslaved superheroine wore in her former life. However, she saw that the man had made some amendments to it. For one, her bodysuit was made of translucent latex, rather than the gold PVC of the original. It showed off the body underneath, including her large round breasts with their dark areole and stubby nipples, as well as her shaved pussy. And, while She-Hulk could not see the woman's arms, she guessed that they must be bound in some way under the cape. She still wore the ultra-high top high-heeled boots, which restricted her strides to small steps. Finally, she wore a posture collar of the same design as the one on She-Hulk, except that it was in gold PVC and trimmed with red PVC feathers, and she still wore the spider-gag that kept her mouth propped open. As she walked along the pool-side, she stole a side-way glance at She-Hulk, and their eyes once again met with mutual anguish and pity.

The woman was led to a large tree next to the pool. She was then forced onto her knees, and her legs strapped in a folded position. Then, she was forced to place her back against the trunk of the tree. Glancing out of the corner of her eyes, She-Hulk could see now that her arms had been folded up and bound in place with gold straps to form chicken wings under the cape, an arrangement was revealed once the man pulled the front of the cape aside over her shoulders. Her hands were still encased in the opera gloves with fingerless mittens. Her right arm was released, and the man pulled her right arm diagonally up along the side of the tree and secured her wrist in place with a manacle.

Then he repeated the process with her other arm. When he was done, he arranged her cape along her arms such that they looked like wings spread open on either side of her head.

The man left again, but returned, this time leading the jungle girl using a rope leash to the other side of the pool from the slave in the bird costume. The man took a piece of rope to bind her thighs together, just above her knees, before using another piece to tie her ankles together. Then, she was forced into a kneeling position, where he used the third piece of rope to encircle her folded legs, trapping them together. When this was done, he forced her to fold her torso against her thighs and used the fourth piece of rope to tie her upper torso to the rope binding her thighs. When he was done, the jungle girl was trapped in a most hideously uncomfortable ball-tie. Two staff now came forward and lifted her by her bound arms, still tied over her back. They placed her on a low pedestal next to the pool, almost as if she was a piece of sculpture.

Just when they were done, She-Hulk saw two stretchers being wheeled to the pool-side by the resort staff. She saw that two women had been laid on them. They both wore tight-fitting black latex mermaid costumes that covered them from head to toe. Their feet were trapped in the tail, formed by a fin of latex, while their long legs were forced together in the sheath of the skirt. Their waists had been tyrannically constricted by fierce corsets which pushed their breasts together, while their arms were trapped in arm-sheaths behind their backs. Their heads were covered by latex helmets, which had tinted eye-holes for their eyes, and snorkels fitted to allow them to breathe. Once they were next to the pool, the staff tipped the women into the water, allowing them to swim freely in it.

Everything seemed to be set. Shortly after the mermaids were added to the pool, the guests began to arrive. They were all dressed in different fetish costumes, of leather, latex, or PVC. Most of the women, and some of the men too, wore corsets and high-heeled boots.

The party began with the guests partaking in the extensive buffet and drinks offered. They circulated, admiring the three captive women and the mermaids in the pool. As the evening wore on, and they got more and more inebriated, things got more physical. Some of the guests began to make use of the two women bound beside the pool. The jungle girl was bound in a perfect position for her cunt and ass to be made use of by a standing man. The cleave-gag made from her bikini bottom would also be pulled out of her mouth for her to use to service the women with her tongues. Similarly, the woman in the bird costume was helpless as her lower torso was lifted off the ground and her legs spread apart so that she could be fucked against the tree. Her spider-gagged mouth could also not deny any penis that was offered to her, and she would be forced to tongue the women as well when they smothered their crotches against her face.

All the while, while the women were abused, She-Hulk was suffering her private torments. The shank inside of her came to life, causing her to tremble, thus setting the musical chimes in motion, playing their music to accompany the evening's entertainment. Once in a while, she would be shocked in her clitoris, causing the chimes to ring even louder. All of these caused her to pull at her arm-sheath and cause the Adamantium bulb within her to turn and writhe, adding further to her distress and causing her to tremble even more, thus adding to her musical output. She was admired by the guests as they stood by the pool-side, a large green statue of the alluring figure, so helplessly bound and writhing in erotic anguish.

She-Hulk grew more and more desperate as the evening wore on. She kept being forced towards orgasm after orgasm. Her crotch had become very wet from her juice, and they were flowing down her inner thighs and the sleek surface of her boots. Her clitoris was being punished until she

felt as if it was being burnt, and it was getting worse with each spark. She pulled and pulled at her bonds, but this achieved nothing as the Adamantium arm-sheath held her effortlessly in her weakened state, and only moved the bulb deeper inside of her butt. Yet, she fought and fought, ignoring the spectacle she was making of herself as the chimes rang on her chest.

"Something had to give!" She-Hulk wailed silently to herself, her mouth unable to speak with the ball inside of it and the faceplate clamping her jaws together.

Then, something did. At first, there was just a hint of loosening, followed by a creaking sound between her legs. She-Hulk focused on the shank between her legs now. She tried shifting her weight, pushing against the shaft impaling her. As she rocked her body, the shank began to twist and warp. Suddenly, there was a loud snap, and she felt herself lunge forward. She tottered forward a few steps on her punishing high-heels to steady herself and prevent herself from falling into the pool. The shaft that had been inside of her slipped out of her wet cunt and clang onto the floor.

The guests on the poolside began to cry out in alarm as they watched She-Hulk. She was no longer trapped in the alcove, a hapless statute. Suddenly, she was a possible danger, her hulking frame looking threatening even across the water. But she was not in the position to fight. She was still very much bound, with her arms useless to her, and her feet still clad in the impossible footwear. Besides, she was still weak from malnutrition and her sexual abuse. She knew that she would be in no position to fight as she saw resort staff rallying and coming towards the pool-side, carrying cattle- prods, stun-guns, as well as chains and hooks, to recapture the dangerous green beast.

She-Hulk twisted around in desperation. She saw the darkening valley beyond the pool. Far below was the white water of the river. She knew that she had no choice. Tottering towards the edge, her buttocks oscillating behind her, she tipped herself over the edge. She felt sharp tugs on her clitoris ring as the wires attached to them snapped, imparting a parting gift of sharp pain. Then she fell and fell before her bound body slammed into the cold water of the river. Then, the blackness of unconsciousness claimed her.

She-Hulk's eyes fluttered open. The sound of flowing water filled her ears. She glanced up to see the night sky. How long had she been out? She did not know. She was sprawled on a rocky beach on the side of the river, her torso twisted to one side, with bound arms behind her, her long legs spread wide open. Her body was aching all over. Nothing seemed to be broken, however, which was remarkable given the fall and the way her body was bound.

"Mmmmmmmm." She-Hulk moaned, her mouth still very much gagged, and her head covered by the cowl. She tried to get up but found it difficult with her neck still encased in the posture collar and her waist still trapped in the corset. It was made all the more difficult with the butt-hook still rammed up her anus. She had to reel in her legs, and scramble up to a kneeling position, before carefully lifting herself onto her feet. With these still confined in the killer heels, she found it difficult to balance on the rocky shore of the river. She was thankful, at least, that the chimes had torn away from her tits when she hit the water.

She-Hulk glanced around and saw the distant lights of the resort. It looked far away, but even as she stood on the rocky shore, she could see pinpricks of lights moving around the resort. With a

chill down her spine, she realized that they were looking for her. She had to get away as soon as she could.

She-Hulk considered her options. She had to get as far away from the resort as she could. She also had to go towards civilization as soon as she could. There was only one obvious way to go, which was downriver. That would also lead her towards the town she had first arrived at before her ill-fated journey to the resort.

She-Hulk also thought about how to free herself. She could not break the bonds, so she had to think of some other way. In the past, when she had found herself bound in unbreakable bondage as the She-Hulk, she had escaped by turning herself back to Jennifer Walters, which made the bonds, however strong, too big to hold her. However, she had tried that before and had found the transformation blocked. It was probably the drug that had been fed to her. There was no harm in trying again, and she tried to focus her mind. Slowly, she began to feel her body beginning to respond, albeit lethargically, without the usual speed of transformation. However, a pain suddenly shot up from her rectum, and she realized the problem. The bulb inside, although sized to be accommodated by She-Hulk's anus, threatened to tear apart Jennifer Walters' ass. She would probably do grievous harm to herself if she transformed down in size. She had no choice but to reverse the transformation and turned herself back into full Hulk size.

She-Hulk turned down and began to walk down the beach. It was difficult in her shoes, as she constantly slipped and fall, but there was little alternative. She could not go deeper into the jungle, with their tangle of vegetation, nor into the river, as the weight of her bonds might pull her down into the water. She had to continue to struggle along the shores.

She-Hulk stumbled along for what seemed like hours. She could not use her arms to break her frequent falls, bound as they were. And, with each step she took, the bulb inside of her turned and rubbed her anus, making the rim of that hole sore. She put aside any thoughts of discomfort as she pressed on.

Then, She-Hulk heard a sound that sent chills up her spine. A helicopter! She twisted around and saw a pin-prick of light flying fast up along the river. She-Hulk cursed silently to herself. She turned and ran into the jungle, climbing with difficulty in her high-heels on the muddy slope and tangled roots. Finally, she managed to wedge herself into the hollow of a giant tree. The helicopter flew past, and she saw a passenger beside the pilot shining a light down at the shores of the river. When they flew past, She-Hulk waited for a few moments, before climbing up onto her feet again. She-Hulk slipped back down onto the shores of the river and resumed her march downriver. She had to hide from the helicopter several times, but each time they passed her without spotting her.

Finally, as dawn was beginning to break, She-Hulk spotted a boat-house tied to the side of the river far ahead. She approached it as cautiously as she could, which was difficult, bound as she was. Finally, she got close enough to see a woman washing clothes on the boat-house. The woman looked up and screamed in alarm at the strange sight of She-Hulk. She must have thought that it was a monster of some kind, coming towards her. Her screams brought out an older man, who carried a rifle of some sort. She-Hulk could not try to assure them, as she was still very effectively gagged. She could only approach them as slowly and in a non-threatening manner as she could.

When She-Hulk got close enough, the woman on the boat-house seemed to realize that she was in distress. Looking at her bound body, she said something to the man. The two of them got off the

boat-house onto the shore and approached her cautiously, until the woman came around her, and saw that her arms had been bound behind her. She shouted something to the man, who lowered his rifle.

The woman came up to She-Hulk, looking up at her eyes, the only part of her face she could see. She asked something in a language the bound Avenger could not understand, but her eyes seemed to indicate that she understood her plight. She-Hulk bent her body forward and wriggled her butt. The woman could not comprehend it at first, but then, she noticed the butt-hook shoved up She-Hulk's ass, and she understood. She reached forward, and unhooked the hook from the ring on the arm- sheath, and then pulled the stained bulb tip out from inside of She-Hulk. She-Hulk sighed as she felt the bulb leave her body. Then, she began to transform back into Jennifer Walters, shrinking in size before the amazed eyes of the man and the woman until she was small enough to slip or wriggle out of her bonds, including the collar and corset, with the help of the couple. She pulled off the boots, now too large for her, from her legs, and stood naked on the shore.

The couple gave Jennifer a set of old clothing from the woman and gave her a decent breakfast of smoked fish and coffee. It felt great after weeks of abuse and captivity. Jennifer could not express her gratitude, but she knew that she had to move soon. She dumped all the bondage equipment and the fetish costume that had been put on her as She-Hulk deep into the middle of the river so that her hunters could not trace her. She then tied up her hair under a cloth, and dirtied her face, looking every bit like a native, before taking the path pointed by the man that led down the river.

Within a few hours, Jennifer had arrived in the town she had arrived in before her ill-fated assault on the resort. She felt tired and sore but elated that she had managed to escape. She made her way cautiously towards her motel room. The manager took some convincing, but he finally recognized her from her passport photo. When she did not return after a few days, they had cleaned out her room, but the manager had kept her bag and belongings. The thought did not seem to have occurred to them to call the police. Nonetheless, he was kind enough to let her use the shower of an empty room. She changed into her clothing and then fished out the Avenger communicator from the bag.

Her Avengers colleagues were frantic after she had gone missing for a few weeks. For a moment, she considered whether to tell them of her ordeal, but she just found it difficult to reveal the fact that she, She-Hulk, had been captured and sexually enslaved. She was too tired to handle what would inevitably follow upon such a revelation. Instead, she lied. She told them that she was too exhausted, and had gone to the Amazon to recuperate.

Jennifer paid up and left. The return to the United States was uneventful. When she returned home, she took some time off work to recover. Everything seemed to return slowly to normal, except that she found herself having nightmares. No, not nightmares, Jennifer decided. Wet-dreams. Very much to her surprise, Jennifer found that she kept dreaming of being mercilessly bound and sexually abused. She would wake up feeling horny and her pussy wet.

"What have you done to me?" Jennifer thought, after one particularly intense dream.

Then, one day, Jennifer received a couriered package. She opened it and saw that it was a DVD. There was no marking on it to tell her what it was, so she played it on her laptop. She was shocked to find herself looking at the footage after footage of herself being bound and used, both as Jennifer and as She-Hulk. The man had filmed every single humiliating detail of her ordeal. It was like looking at

a BDSM porn movie and she was the porn star. All the sense of shame suddenly came flooding back, particularly when she saw zoomed-in shots of her pussy being fully wet as she was kept bound.

However, to her amazement, Jennifer found herself becoming horny too as she watched herself being abused as She-Hulk. She began to fondle herself. She stood up and stripped off her tank-top and shorts, and then hulked out, turning herself into She-Hulk again. She stood with her legs spread as she played with her breasts and clitoris.

That evening, there was a phone call. Jennifer picked it up and sucked in her breath when she heard the voice of the man.

"You have been naughty, escaping like that." the man said, his voice silky and seductive.

"W…what do you want?" Jennifer asked. She did not understand it, but she felt a sudden surge of libido.

"Do you want every major media outlet and social media to have that DVD?" the man asked, "You will be on the news of every channel within an hour, not to mention how every geek in the country is going to masturbate to your porn video."

Jennifer felt a chill as she realized the implications. As an Avenger, it would be big news, and she would be humiliated before the world.

"No!" Jennifer snapped. "No, what?" the man asked.

Jennifer knew the answer, but also knew the implication of that answer.

"No, Master," Jennifer answered, her voice dropping in volume into a submissive whisper.

"Good. A package will arrive at your home shortly. I want She-Hulk to wear what is inside and come to the address on the card inside the package."

Sure enough, a package arrived within the hour. Jennifer took the large package and brought it to her bedroom. She opened it to find herself looking at a black PVC bustier, too large for her as Jennifer, but perfect for She-Hulk. A black chiffon tutu skirt was attached to the hem of the bustier, but it was scandalously short and would reveal almost all of her legs. There were also a pair of crotchless fishnet panty-hose, and a pair of black PVC pumps with six-inch heels. To complete the costume, there was a pair of black PVC thong panties, with a zip down the middle of its crotch.

Jennifer stripped down and then hulked out. She went into the bathroom, and carefully did her long dark green hair, and tied it into a ponytail, as instructed on the card she found in the box. She put on dark red lipstick, and lined her eyes, before putting on mascara. She went into the room, and put on the clothing, and examined herself in the mirror.

The bustier gathered up She-Hulk's large breasts and pressed them together to form a deep cleavage. It also gathered in her waist, enforcing an hourglass figure on her body. The tutu skirt added width to her hips, making the hourglass figure, even more, accentuated, but left most of her legs exposed,

covered only by the fishnet stockings. Finally, the high-heels boosted her height to make her even taller.

She-Hulk went down into the lobby of her building. Everyone looked at her as she sauntered past, her buttocks twisting behind her, barely covered by the tiny skirt that she wore, her back largely exposed above the top of her bustier, her gigantic breasts bouncing lightly before her as she strode out of the building. A limousine was already waiting in front, and the rear door opened. She had to stop and almost crawl into the back, raising her crotch for all to see before the door slammed close behind her.

She-Hulk was brought by the limousine to a disused airfield. The door was opened for her and she climbed out, rising beyond seven feet in her high-heels, towering above the driver of the limousine. He said nothing but gestured towards a hangar. She turned and walked towards the rusty and dilapidated-looking building, her high heels tapping on the broken concrete tarmac.

She-Hulk entered to find a table laid for a candlelight dinner in the center of the empty hangar. The man stood next to the table, wearing the same suit she had first seen him in. She walked up to him and came to a stop a few feet before him, her breasts heaving softly. Inexplicably, she felt her legs quiver a little, and something stirred inside her loins.

The man smiled up confidently at She-Hulk and went around to one of the chairs. It was larger than the other one, to accommodate her. As he pulled it back, her eyes widened slightly when she saw a large dildo rise out of the seat of the chair, already glistening with lubricant.

"Reach between your legs and unzip the crotch." the man said in a commanding voice. She-Hulk hesitated for a moment.

"Or would you like to face a media frenzy tomorrow?" the man asked lightly. She-Hulk scowled at him, but she parted her legs, bent her knees slightly, and reached between her legs with her right hand. She grasped the zip and pulled it forward, and felt the cool air of the hangar brush against her pussy. When she pulled the zipper forward all the way, she stood up straight and pulled her legs together again.

"Sit." the man ordered.

She-Hulk hesitated again, before walking up to the chair. She turned her buttocks around and aimed it at the dildo in the chair. Then, she slowly lowered herself into her seat. She felt the dildo penetrate her cunt, then slowly worm its way up into her. It was a monster, and it filled her as it wormed its way up before her butt met the seat and brought its passage to a stop, its tip deep within her.

The rest of the dinner was surreal as the man played the perfect host, engaging her in conversation, almost like the first night, and prying She-Hulk with wine and champagne.

"Am I being drugged again?" She-Hulk asked towards the end of the dinner. The man smiled.

"No, as you no doubt can feel."

"What is it you want, then?" She-Hulk demanded, "You want me to keep blackmailing me and keep me as your fuck toy?"

"I prefer the term, sex slave," the man said, "And yes, that is one alternative. I am offering you an alternative."

"Which is?"

"You will have to accept that there is no way out of your situation." the man said, taking a sip of champagne, "Unless you choose international humiliation, of course. Even if you kill me now, there is no stopping that."

She-Hulk sat silently. The dildo within her felt large and intrusive, especially if she tried to shift her weight, so she remained motionless.

"You can, of course, remain in your life now, if you choose. But you serve me now. You will have to do what I tell you to. If I tell you to turn up in my office at six o'clock without your panties, you will do so. If I tell you to dress up in your old Fantastic Four costume and let me chain you up and fuck you, you will do as you are told. If I told you that I want Ms. Marvel tied up on my bed, you will knock her out, tie her up, and bring her to me."

"Never!" She-Hulk said angrily, "I would rather choose humiliation." "Or…" the man said significantly, looking up at She-Hulk.

"Or?" She-Hulk asked.

"You can turn yourself into my full-time slave. Your former life will be no more. You will be nothing more than She-Hulk the sex slave, forever confined and bound, to be used as I see fit. The choice is yours."

"It's not much of a choice," She-Hulk noted.

"But it is. In the former, you will still be in bondage. It will be invisible, but it will be real, and you'll be held under a sword of public exposure and humiliation at all times. You will be leading a double-life, and you will know that even as you perform all your heroics and save the universe, you will always be nothing more than a fuck toy.

"But as a complete sex slave, you will be liberated from this double life. You can be rid of all the burden and loneliness that comes with being who you are. You can become nothing more, and nothing less, than a highly prized sex slave that will be appreciated and adored by those who enslave you."

She-Hulk remained silent. Her mind was racing. She could not deny that her slavery had changed her significantly. She had been so ruthlessly bound and abused, and yet, she had also been liberated, in a sense. There was nothing more to her existence than her libido, her own sexual needs. Yes, the man had forced it out of her through his ingenious tortures and his cruel bondage, but those were her own needs. She did not have to worry about fighting super-villains or saving the world, as an

Avenger. She only had to submit, free of all responsibilities and worries, the captive of a man who would now determine everything for her. With a deep realization, she found herself feeling genuinely submissive before the man.

"Have you decided?" the man asked, looking at She-Hulk. She nodded briefly. "What have you decided on?" the man asked.

"I will be your slave," She-Hulk said softly.

"'I will be your slave', what?" the man demanded. "I will be your slave," She-Hulk repeated, "Master." "Good." the man said.

The man took a felt-covered jewelry box and placed it on the table. She-Hulk opened it and found an Adamantium collar in it. It had the word 'SLAVE' embossed on its front. It hinged on its left side, with a snap-look on the right.

"Put it on, slave." the man ordered. She-Hulk took the collar and opened it. She placed it around her long green throat and snapped it shut. Its lock closed with a resounding click. She knew then that her life as a super-heroine had ended, and that of a sex slave had begun.

"Pull down the front of the bustier." the man commanded. She-Hulk obeyed immediately, reaching up to her chest and pulling the top-down, popping her heavy breasts free. Her dark nipples began to harden almost immediately.

The man clapped, and a light turned on at a distant corner of the hangar, revealing a table that have been set up there, with several items on top of it.

"Get off your seat and crawl there." the man ordered. She-Hulk rose from her seat, the dildo sliding out of her cunt as she did so. Then she lowered herself down to all-fours and crawled towards the corner, her buttocks waving in the air and her naked breasts swinging beneath her as she did so. Her long thighs extended down from her raised tutu skirt, while her slim waist stretched away from her full hips.

"On your feet." the man ordered when She-Hulk got to the table. She climbed up onto her high- heels. She looked down at the items arranged on the table, and her eyes immediately came to rest on a long black latex catsuit.

"Rip off your clothes." the man ordered next. She-Hulk reached up to the top of her bustier. Gripping the cups with her hands, she ripped the bustier apart, along with its attached skirt, exposing her upper torso entirely. She dropped the garment on the ground and stood erect.

"Now get out of the heels." the man ordered again. She-Hulk did as she was told, kicking off her shoes and stepping onto the concrete floor.

"Tear off those stockings." the man ordered yet again. She-Hulk gripped the waistband of the crotchless panty-hose and broke it. Then she ripped the hose apart, working down one leg, before the other leg, shredding the garment until she kicked the remnants away.

"The panties now."

She-Hulk grabbed the waistband of her panties, and ripped it in two, and let the garment slip off her long legs before she stepped out of it. She now stood completely naked before the man in her pale green skin.

"Now, put on the catsuit." the man said. She-Hulk stepped forward, her breasts bouncing lightly before her chest as she picked up the sleek black garment from the tabletop. It felt different from the latex she had felt before. Somehow, there was a soft buzz in the material, almost as if it was alive. The garment was divided into two halves, with a long double-ended zip that went from the front of the collar, down to the crotch. A second double-ended zip then went from the crotch up the back of the costume until it reached the back of the collar. It could be parted in such a way if so desired, but it was only pulled down partway down the front. She-Hulk rolled up the garment and slipped each of her legs into the corresponding legging of the catsuit, before pulling it up to her hips. Then, she pulled each of her arms through the sleeves of the costume, before pulling it up over her shoulders and zipping it up up the front. When the zipper reached the top, the suit seemed to buzz, and come alive, then constrict around her body, hugging her torso tightly like a second skin.

"The latest nanotech." the man informed She-Hulk, "So much more durable than latex, and much more conforming."

Indeed, the shiny garment hugged every one of She-Hulk's curves, including her breasts, hips, and buttocks, as well as her limbs, accentuating them with reflections of the surrounding light. Even her nipples were outlined before her chest.

"Now the shoes." the man ordered. She-Hulk looked down at the table and saw that there was a pair of knee-high boots. But they were even harsher than the ones she had been forced to wear. These had no instep. Instead, they went straight down into toes that pointed vertically down. She had heard of these. They were ballet boots.

"Put them on." the man ordered.

She-Hulk took the boots and sat down on the floor. She raised her right leg first, pulling the boots onto her right foot after she pointed her toes forward. The boot slipped over her straightened foot, and was slipped over her heels, before the top of the boot was up pulled over her lower leg. She then laced up the front of the boot, tightly, such that the boot gripped her lower leg like a vice. She then turned to her left leg and repeated the process. As she moved, the catsuit squeaked a little, its glossy surface reflecting light off every curvature she made in her body as she struggled with the footwear. When she was done, her feet were trapped in points, rendering them useless to her to stand on.

"On your knees." the man ordered now, and She-Hulk raised herself to a kneeling position. She found that she could still look over the tabletop, albeit from a lower vantage point.

"The cowl now." the man instructed. She-Hulk picked up the mask and looked at it. The face of the mask looked odd, and she realized that it had been molded with a slit over where her mouth would be. The slit resembled the vulva of a woman, complete with labia lips and the hole of a cunt. On the other side of the rubber, the vagina was a stubby penis gag. Curiously, she ran a finger inside the fake cunt, and felt rubbery blisters on its surface.

"So that you can give a more satisfying blow-job, slave." the man explained, "Now put it on."

She-Hulk opened her mouth again and slipped the rubber penis into her mouth. It was not that large, but it still pressed down on her tongue as she pulled the rest of the cowl over her head. She found that she could breathe through two holes in the mask, hidden under the folds of the labia lips. The mask covered her eyes as well, but dozens of tiny holes were pierced in the material before her eyes, allowing her to see, although no one outside would be able to see her eyes behind. The back of the helmet had a short tube. She figured out what this was for quickly, pulling her pony-tailed dark green hair through the tube so that it cascade down the back of her head. Below the tube, there was zip, which she pulled down now to close the hem of the helmet around her neck, covering the collar of the catsuit. When she finished, the helmet came to life as well, and squeezed in on her head and face, enforcing a stern silence on her jaws.

"Now the gloves." the man ordered. She-Hulk took the two garments from the tabletop. These ended with mittens which would make it difficult for her to use her fingers, even though her hands could still be used like flippers to grasp things. When the gloves were rolled up her arms, all the way to her armpits, they shrunk and fitted her limbs snuggly.

As the man pushed a tall mirror before She-Hulk, she saw that her identity had now been entirely submerged. There was now no part of She-Hulk that was showing, except for her hair. In its place was a larger-than-life glossy black latex statue, with enormous breasts that were perfectly in proportion to the rest of her body. Even her face had been distorted into a pussy.

The man bent down between her spread legs and pulled the front and rear zippers up partially to expose her crotch. Then he picked up an item from the tabletop. It was a chastity belt, constructed from the same material as the garments She-Hulk was now wearing. The hips of the belt could be separated so that they opened up. In the middle of the crotch piece, She-Hulk could see a dildo and anal plug. By no means as large as those she had been forced to endure previously, she did notice that on the other side of the crotch-piece were holes allowing entry into the inside of the dildo and anal plug. She understood that even though the dildo and anal plug would be in her, her lower tracts could still be fucked, albeit through the plug and the dildo.

The dildo and plug had been lubricated, and they were now inserted into her before the two halves of the belt were mated up over her hips, and locked into place. There was now only one hole left inside the crotch piece, a small circle just between her clitoris and her cunt, where her urethra hole was. This was soon remedied when the man took a small plug of thin rubber, and pushed it up the tiny hole, causing She-Hulk to squirm lightly. The base of the plug pressed against the rim of the circle and seemed to melt into the material, securing itself in place inside of her.

The man now took another item and showed it to She-Hulk. It was a rubber tail, with an anal plug attached to it.

"On all fours." the man ordered. She-Hulk did as she was told, dropping her body forward, exposing her crotch to the man. She felt him fit the plug into the anal plug already inserted into her and sucked in a deep breath as she felt the second plug expand the first one, stretching her ass-hole as it telescoped into the first one. When the man released the tail, the second plug fitted snuggly into the first, securing the tail into place.

The man picked up another item. It was a large cone covered with black latex. He came round to She- Hulk's right leg.

"Lift it." the man ordered. She-Hulk raised it, as a dog would. The man folded it up and slipped the cone over her pointed knee and up her folded leg. It reached up to her ankle. He threw a Kevlar strap over the arch of the ballet boot cladding her foot. With the snap of a lock, the cone was now fitted over her folded leg, trapping it in that position. The man took another cone and repeated the process with her other leg.

"Sit back." the man ordered, and She-Hulk shuffled her body back until her torso was upright again. She moaned softly as she felt her tail being pushed deeper into her ass by the ground between her feet. The man now took another cone and came around to her side. He folded up her right arm, placing the palm of her right hand over her right shoulder. He slipped the cone over her elbow and up her folded arm until it encased her folded limb up to her wrist. A black latex-covered Kevlar strap fitted to the top of the cone was now pulled over her hand, trapping it in place against her shoulder, down the back of her arm, to be lock into place on the top of the cone under her armpit. The same was done to her other arm, thus rendering both of them useless.

The man now picked up one final piece from the table. It was a tall black latex collar, although by no means as strict as the one that had been used on She-Hulk before. It still allowed her to articulate her head a little as it was placed around her throat and buckled in place. Then, a normal chain leash was attached to a D-ring on its front, and the man pulled on it.

"Nothing of who you remained," the man intoned, "I control everything about you in this suit. You shall not eat unless I feed you through that fake cunt on your face. You shall not shit unless I put a pump it out of your ass. Even urinating will be denied you, unless I allow it. Do you understand?"

She-Hulk nodded as best she could. She was already beginning to feel horny from the total bondage that she had been placed in.

"Now crawl!" the man barked.

The man tugged on the leash, forcing She-Hulk onto her elbows and knees. She shuffled with great difficulty in her new position, but the man was relentless, forcing her to follow him as he led her out of the hangar, her breasts swinging lightly under her chest against the material of her catsuit. As she moved, her butt wriggled behind her, swinging the tail from side to side.

When She-Hulk emerged from the hangar with the man, she saw that a private jet was parked on the other side of the hangar. Its door was open, and she was led up its steps into the interior of the plane. She found it difficult to crawl up the steps on her elbows and knees, but somehow she managed. It was luxuriously fitted on the inside, with a bedroom towards the rear.

She-Hulk was now led to the bedroom and forced to climb onto the bed fitted inside it. Strong chains had been secured to the sides of the fuselage already, and as she was flipped flat onto her back, these chains were now pulled to the ends of the cones confining her limbs. They slipped into holes drilled into the ends of the cones, spread-eagling her. Then the man left the bedroom, shutting the door behind him, leaving his captive alone in her bondage.

She-Hulk heard the engines of the plane being started up. Soon, the plane began to move. After a while, the engines roared louder and the plane accelerated, before suddenly tilting up and climbing. When it leveled out, the man returned into the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. He looked down at his helpless slave, with her limbs all folded and spread-eagled, encased entirely in black nanotech latex that accentuated her every curve. Her oversized but beautifully proportionate body stretched enticingly before him. He smiled and took off his clothes and climbed onto the bed between the spread legs of the slave, his member already erecting. When it was fully hard, he slipped it into the hole at the base of the dildo already inside her cunt. The slave bucked once as he entered her, then relaxed.

The slave let out a sigh as she felt the penis enter the dildo, engorging it so that it filled her. She suddenly felt very much at peace with herself, as if there was no need for any struggle anymore. She had now handled responsibility for her life over to the man, who would determine everything for her now, even when she eats, when she urinates, and when she shits. There was only bliss in her mind at that thought of permanent bondage.

There was no thought of She-Hulk or Jennifer Walters. She had indeed been broken.