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Hulk Davidson has Sylvia for Dinner	By : JayDee Category: +S through Z > Viewtiful Joe Views: 3906 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hulk Davidson has Sylvia for Dinner
By JD joandoe@gmail.com
Description: A misunderstanding leaves lizard-like henchman Hulk Davidson thinking sexy blonde Slyvia is for dinner!
Content Codes: M/F, Snuff, Vore, big-cock, pain, Rape.
Disclaimer: This story contains content that should not be read by people underneath the age of 21. It is 100% fiction and has no bearing on reality whatsoever. 100% fiction means real life rape is WRONG. The author does not condone illegal and immoral actions described. If you feel rape in the real world is a good thing, bend over in a prison and whistle dixie. While I'm disclaiming, racism, homophobia and other bigotry of any kind are also really fucking stupid. I don’t own any of Capcom's characters and make no profit from this story. Please read the story codes above to ensure that you are not going to be offended by, or otherwise dislike, the content.
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Additional Credit: Story requested by reikorikku as part of the DSE (Story) Victim Exchange Program
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Sylvia hadn’t stopped screaming since being pulled into the movieworld. Her lungs and throat were hurting from the effort. It was really getting on the villains’ nerves although as he brought her into Hulk Davidson’s residence the singing within almost drowned her out.
She looked at him as he paused in the doorway, and then screamed again. He kicked out viciously, hitting her hard in the stomach and sending her sprawling to the floor.
The petite blonde clutched at her stomach and gasped, trying to draw air after the hard kick succeeded in winding her. The villain noted the edge of her eyes as he drew in a mighty breath and shouted,
"Davidson, you Cretin! Stop that singing and come get this girl! I’m going to lock her in with you now. With her captured I’ll be the winner!"
The villain, who knew the value of keeping keys to his minions lairs, then locked the door and left on urgent business. He knew the layout and that Sylvia wouldn’t be able to flee through any other exit without Hulk seeing her. He knew Hulk could guard her well until he had a chance to put her in a proper cell; unfortunately, Hulk had mis-heard the shouted commands over his singing.
Instead of winner, he thought his boss had brought him dinner.
Sylvia started sobbing as she pulled herself up to her feet. ‘I was sure wrong thinking that date couldn’t get any worse,’ she thought, as she adjusted her glasses and looked around the room.
She was in a garage, filled with motorcycles. There was a closed wide street-door at the end and she quickly found the way she’d come in had been locked too. Everything seemed to be built on a much bigger scale than she was used to. The doors alone allowed for someone eight or nine feet tall to walk through.
And walk through Hulk Davidson did. Sylvia looked up. And up. At two inches less than eight feet tall Hulk was two and a half feet taller than the petite blonde. At over a tonne in weight he was many, many times heavier. When the big green bastard caught sight of the cowering woman, it was like all his holiday meals came at once.
"The boss must fucking love me, sending you for dinner!"
Sylvia backed against the door; her legs shook like jelly. She lost control of her bladder out of sheer terror, and a wet patch quickly spread at the crotch of her aqua-coloured miniskirt. A seemingly unending stream of movie-soda fuelled piss soaked through her panties and formed a large steaming puddle on the floor.
Hulk weaved through his motorcycle collection, chuckling happily. He smiled, showing his large pointed teeth and then licked his tongue around his green lips. As he got within a few feet Sylvia caught the full animal stench of him; musk mixed with sweat, beer and motor oil.
She couldn’t think properly; she was totally overwhelmed with horror, like a rabbit in the headlights. A thin wail emerged from her lips, increasing in pitch as she saw the cock emerging from a sheath at the monsters crotch.
Hulk noticed it too; the scent of the female’s terror was deeply arousing. It grew stronger as his big dark green erection emerged, lengthened, thickened, stiffened; pointed at the end with a hole oozing precum. It was soon thicker than both of Sylvia’s… no, both of Joe’s arms held together.
"Gonna work up an appetite!" he told her happily, gripping the wailing girl’s throat and pushing her high up the door. Rivets tore painfully into her pack, ripping open the back of her aqua-coloured jacket and drawing blood. Hulk slashed down her front with his other clawed hand, scoring deep trails into each perky breast and down Sylvia’s stomach.
The pain was a lot worse than in Sylvia’s back; if Hulk wasn’t choking her severely she would have screamed like a banshee. Instead, with face turning puple, eyes bugging out behind her glasses, the petite blonde could only bat uselessly at the mighty green arm. She hoped he would choke her unconscious before… before hurting her more.
She felt something poking between her legs; Hulk’s massive cock. She tried pleading with her eyes; Hulk was too busy trying to aim under her miniskirt. He put his free hand – still dripping blood – onto her fluttering belly, and then pulled down hard.
The agony was indescribable to Sylvia. When he loosened his grip on her throat to secure both hands on the girl’s waist, she was in such pain she could barely whisper. Blood ran down the thick green shaft; Hulk pulled twice as hard, managing to draw a cry from his shaking meal. He dislocated her legs and annihilated her cervix in one brutal thrust. The crotch of the girl’s underclothes was shredded deep inside her.
Sylvia had her hands against the obscene bulge in her stomach. She wanted to push herself off. She needed to purge the agony from her loins. Her small hands kept slipping in the blood that flowed freely from the claw gashes in her chest.
The could both feel the head of Hulk’s pointed cock against the roof of Sylvia’s womb. It was a source of pleasure for hulk, relatively minor pain for Sylvia. They could also both see that Hulk had a lot more blood drenched cock outside of Sylvia’s obscenely stretched & tearing labia.
Hulk paused, and span around, taking an air guitar pose. Sylvia was supported only by the cock buried inside her; each movement tore her cunt up further. The petite blonde was shaken like a ragdoll as the beast performed his theme song to air guitar accompaniment.
He ended by leaning down and tearing off her right breast with his big teeth. They cut through her flesh easily, and Sylvia looked up to see Hulk hold the succulent meat on his tongue before swallowing it whole.
"Appetizer," he burped, licking rich blood from around his maw.
Then he impaled her utterly; in one swift movement the pointed head of his thick cock tore through the barrier of Sylvia’s womb, destroyed or pushed aside intestine, drilled straight through her diaphragm and finished next to her heart.
Blood poured from her destroyed cunt now; Sylvia coughed, spraying rich blood from her mouth. Hulk’s eyes were closed. Slyvia’s tight internals were so good, but the best was the fast beating heart against the sensitive end of his prick.
The sensation was as indescribably pleasurable to him as the agony of Sylva’s fatal impalement was to her. She prayed desperately for death, for shock, for anything. But this was movieland. Female protagonists would take severe damage and only rarely ever went into shock.
Hulk moved her around on his cock, forcing the pointed head directly into her heart. He closed his whole mouth over her head. The foetid smell of his breath washed over her. He bit down as he came, tearing her mind from her body as he filled her lungs with thick spunk.
Sylvia finally lost consciousness as Hulk began to chew. He crunched mightily into her skull, lapping down her brains with his tongue. An unfamiliar sensation caused him to spit her glasses half way across the room, where they shattered on the floor.
Hulk tore hungrily into the rest of Sylvia’s corpse; bones, muscle, blood, viscera, entire legs and arms - he ate everything, marinated in his own semen and richly flavoured by Syliva’s agonised death terror. He ate her genitals last, peeling her womb from his still hard shaft and swallowing it hole, then the remains of her vagina and the sweet internal clitoral flesh he’d left to the end.
He sighed as he licked blood from his fingers; good food, great bikes and a fantastic boss. Shit ruled!
End.
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