May's Indoctrination [pt. II]

Written in collaboration with Cross C

“Fucking adverts…” He hissed, changing the video to something else quickly. A few more options were available, and something about the surge of lust in his crotch at the sight of a title like: ‘MILF gets fucked by younger man!’ or ‘Older woman knows what to do!’ really made him feel worse about himself. (The Wanda Maximoff and Captain Marvel cosplay fakes also annoyingly tempted him, but he was worried about workplace harassment since he was sort of their co-worker.)

Luckily he finally found a video with no adverts, no video titles that would make Frued proud, and no more interrupting texts from May. A man and a woman did their little preamble ‘story’ while Spider-Man leaned back into his hole. Peter could finally jerk off in-

“Well, look at what we have here.”

His phone launched from his hand at the speed of sound. A complete scramble of fear, embarrassment, trying to pull his pants up, and trying to catch his phone all happened in the space of about three seconds. Luckily managing to complete all his missions, bar masturbating, and look at the mysterious stranger who had just interrupted his one moment of peace.

It was a woman. An unreasonably attractive woman, with long white hair, a simple black mask on, and a catsuit bought from the same warehouse Black Widow probably used to buy hers from. Including the devastating amount of cleavage that Nat occasionally wore on her front as well. Even from his lower position to her, the curves on the platinum blonde were enough to re-strengthen the boner he was attempting to hide.

“W-who are you?! What do you want?!” Peter yelled, trying to be brave.

The mysterious intruder just smiled back at him with her plush red lipstick, “Oh? So much hostility. Maybe I’m just a crimefighter trying to stop a pervert.” Her voice was silky smooth and the fact that Peter found that arousing was a showcase of how far he’d fallen.

“R-right…” He mumbled, looking back at the place he was sat while scratching the back of his head, “Uhm, about what was happening there. I was just-”

“But I’m not a crimefighter.” She interrupted, “The name’s Black Cat, and I’m a thief.” The woman jumped down from her heightened spot to walk up to the younger man. Taking the time to sway her hips left and right hypnotizingly. Getting so close to Spider-Man he could feel her breath on his mask.

He gulped, “B-Black C-Cat? And y-you’re a cat burglar? A little on the n-nose, don’t you think?” Quips being the only thing Peter knew he could still use.

“‘Spider-Man’ being the pinnacle of subtleness.” She quipped back. Like a panther, she began pacing around his body, inspecting the terrified boy, “You got a girl?”

It was then he suddenly remembered MJ, jumping back from the sexy lady a little with hands up, “Y-yes! Well, kind of, I want to ask her out, but after everything that happened with Thanos I’m-” The rambler at heart had to stop his awkward energy overloading him.

“Ah, let me guess. Your age?” Black Cat smirked while leaning a little forward and presenting her massive cleavage like a gift. No surprise where Peter’s eyes were glued to, “Pity. You seem like you’d give an older woman so. Much. Pleasure.” She purred, swinging her tits a little and watching the effect on the younger Spider-Man in real time, “And older women are the only ones that can show you that same amount of pleasure.”

Images of May in that same leather catsuit flashed through Peter’s mind, “Y-yeah…” He mindlessly replied, “...no! No no no! I’m… no. Not interested. Thank you, but no.”

She smiled, raising her spine back up slowly and pacing towards Peter, “It wasn’t a request. I told you, I’m a thief.” Her breasts suddenly pressed into his chest while his crotch pressed against her soft belly. Hands clamped his wrists to bring them to her butt, encouraging him to squeeze to his heart’s content. Peter just could not resist the sudden siren song from this curvy white haired temptress. Her eyes were too beautiful from up close, her smell was too intoxicating, and his week had been too frustrating to not go with this insane flow. It wasn’t like he’d ACTUALLY asked MJ out, so it wasn’t cheating, right?

Black Cat peeled his mask up from below. Until only his mouth was free. Her lips edged slowly towards his, until he could feel her hot breath breathing across his tongue…

And just as she was about to actually kiss him…

“Sorry, Spider.” She smirked, “You have to catch me first.”

The temptress pushed on his chest, and the weak knees he’d been experiencing made Spider-Man tumble onto his butt. Watching as the thief rushed away to scramble up a nearby wall with agility that matched an actual cat’s. She then grabbed a strange device from her side, pointing it up and shooting a long black wire skyward until it latched onto a nearby building.

“What the hell…” He moaned in frustration. Trying to not show his crushing disappointment while also annoyed he was even feeling this way. Though his nerdy side wanted to know what that device was.

“I’ll be waiting for you, Spider!” She yelled down at him, “Oh, and if you need some extra incentive to chase me…” A set of pearls was suddenly brought out from the infinite cleavage, “I wasn’t lying about being a thief! Come chase me for my body AND the jewellery store I robbed on 35th!”

With the challenge dropped, the woman leapt from the building and swung away. The only other person in existence that could apparently do what a spider can, leaving with her diamond while Peter was stuck with just a iron hard-on.

“Gah… this is the worst day of my life…” He hissed, his crotch causing actual pain at this point as he webbed to the next building towards the seductive thief. “I wonder if Mr. Stark ever had to deal with things like this…”

“Alright, form form form,” She repeated while feeling she was taking a test. “Let’s see... ‘Have you ever interacted with the King, either physically or mentally?’ Big tick there. ‘Have you ever been shown your true history?’ That I have. ‘On a scale of one to ten, how loyal are you to the Hidden Phoenix Kingdom?’ 10/10 baby~”

Finally, a test she was acing. Take that DMV practice questions! Other questions required her to write out longer answers, mostly revolving around her true purpose and the nature of her visit. She honestly and completely revealed everything, from her inner most secrets to her deepest fears. She gave an extensive accounting of her sexual history as well as her kinks and fetishes, and even confessed her love for her Peter and her desire for him to convert. She described her and Peter's sex life and her role within it. She didn't leave anything out. Not a single detail was left behind.

“Hi May.”

She looked up to see a man whose short hair was a mix of salt and pepper had entered the room from further in the apartment. He looked to be in his fifties and he was only wearing an apron and boxers, revealing a lean and fit build that suggested he took care of himself. Piercing blue eyes and a lantern-like jaw, he was honestly pretty hot and May felt herself perking up as he regarded her. “I’m Dr. Cottle and a Royal Official and I’ll take that.”

He took her survey while pulling at the top of his apron revealing more of his shaved chest and May saw that a symbol had been drawn carefully in black marker there. A bird's body and wings that were angular, with sharp edges and points.

May felt a bit out of her depth as if there was a common-sense piece of knowledge that she was missing but she was clever enough to figure out that the clear Phoenix-like symbol must be the proof of this man’s status. No doubt it would have been a tattoo or a brand in the real world. Shock and apprehension washed through her at such an important person suddenly appearing. The Royal Officials were the King’s direct hands in the kingdom. She knew she’d have to listen to Dr. Cottle very closely and obey all of his instructions without hesitation.

“Hi, Dr. Cottle.” she greeted him, unable to keep a hint of flirtation out of her voice, while also maintaining a respectful tone. “It’s nice to meet you, sir.”

He had a slight sexy smile on his face as he replied, “It’s very nice to meet you too, May. Now please get undressed so we can take care of your check-up. We’ve got to rebuild our peasant records from the ground-up, I’m afraid.”

She obeyed quickly and without much hesitation as one didn’t disobey a royal official. Her shirt was off in an instant and she folded it neatly upon one corner of the table. Her bra soon followed, leaving her breasts to swing free in full view of the teenagers who were toying with each others’ excited genitals with youthful abandon as they watched her inspection with obvious glee. May’s face was red but she didn’t let that stop her.

“It seems that you are a very important young lady. Big plans for you, I hear you.” remarked the doctor as he perused her paperwork.

“Oh stop. I’m hardly young. And bringing my Peter back into the Kingdom would have been my top priority even if the King himself hadn’t asked.”

Dr. Cottle’s hand was on her butt as he guided her into position upon the table, “Well, that’s a task of the utmost importance. That so many of the Blessed can’t remember their exalted status as our noble lords is a travesty that that interstellar despot can never be sufficiently damned for.” His tone was filled with a depth of hatred that May had never heard before, and it sent shivers down her spine, even as it abruptly vanished to be replaced by a sunny flirtatiousness, "Well, it's clear that you take good care of yourself. Your youthful appearance is a testament to that. It's impressive, really."

The position his hands directed her into was incredibly lewd and exposing. Face laid out on its side against the wooden surface, her widely spread knees revealing the place no one had really seen since Ben had passed. Even the King had been so focused on her blowjob skills he hadn’t the chance to re-stretch her pussy. So now, in front of literal strangers, sat this almost half a decade untouched slit just begging for attention from a certain nephew.

Lewd tongues were flicking in her direction from the overeager teens. But May stayed exposed and ready for the physical, only waving lightly at their frantic rubbing. “Try not to hurt yourselves, okay?” The motherly part of her warned.

The physical itself was rather strange. A handsome older man in a facemask, apron, and white boxers was writing stuff down on a clipboard while walking around her body. It was very invasive, especially when his hands got involved. Grabbing her tit, then writing. Opening her mouth to stretch her tongue, then writing. Jamming a finger into her- “Oh! Easy there cold hands…” She hissed in shock, earning another silent write up of her pussy.

He continued exploring the external portions of her vagina and began to gently rub and pinch her clit, similar to what he’d done with her nipples. He stopped after just a few seconds and measured her clit erect; he’d already done measurements when she wasn’t as turned on. She couldn’t help but let out a moan as he manipulated her clit. The last time she’d been this horny was her encounter with the King. She would have been shaking if he hadn’t instructed her to be still.

“So, come here often?” She sighed at the silence, only punctuated by the studio audience’s groans as the man kept writing on his clipboard. “Which house are you with then?” More scribble noises, “...bet it’s Natasha…” May mumbled again. “Do you think they’ll ever add another house? I bet if they get that blonde lady from space, she might get a house. Fill it with all those space guys that fought Thanos that day. Did you see the raccoon? He was sooo cu-”

Dr. Cottle ignored the chatter as if it were beneath his notice. Which, of course, it was. He pulled out a tape measure out and began measuring each part of her body as he examined it. Nipple length, breast size, waist, hips, arm length, legs, feet, wrist, ankles, finger length along with everything else were measured and recorded as part of his exploration. After he’d measured every proportion of her body that she could possible think of and a few that had never occurred to her he put the tape measure away and jotted a few more notes.

Then there was the snapping of pictures.

She knew she had a nice ass, but she was hoping it looked alright in the pictures. She’d hate to make a bad impression. He had her get up and turn to both the left and the right to get profile pictures; then he had her face away from him again and told her to keep her legs straight but spread them shoulder width and grab her ankles with her hands. Blushing deeply and feeling incredibly aroused, May followed his orders even as the watching teenagers snickered and made predictably crass comments.

She knew her entire ass and were completely exposed and on display. She was dripping wet with excitement and her breath caught when he touched her.

Looking out upside down between her legs, May saw that Dr. Cottle had knelt down behind her and was slowly probing her vagina with his fingers. If he kept it up for another minute May could tell she wouldn’t be able to stop the huge orgasm that she felt building. But he did stop, pulling his fingers out of her and then used the fingers she’d lubricated for him to begin exploring her asshole. He ran his fingertip around the rim and it felt so intense it made her shiver. She had a thought that she’d never had anything up her ass just as his finger penetrated her. She felt very full, but decided after a few seconds reflection that she liked the feeling and she loved it when he started moving his finger around.

She felt the finger slowly pull out of her ass and the empty feeling caused her to realize how much she’d enjoyed having his finger inside. She was so horny she knew she was extremely close to an orgasm. If he played with her pussy the same way she’d come in about three seconds. She tensed waiting for him to penetrate her pussy; worried that she wouldn’t be able to hide the orgasm. She was already so humiliated, she couldn’t even imagine how she would feel having an orgasm from a simple exam. The sensations in her pussy that she was craving so strongly never came, instead the Doctor gave her a possessive slap on her right ass cheek and said, “Back up on the table, baby-girl. Slide your cute butt to the very edge of the table.”

Her heart raced as she obeyed his command, spreading her legs wide and grabbing onto the sides of the examination table for support. Her pussy was throbbing with need and she desperately wanted him to fuck her in that moment, all of the fornication she’d witnessed lately priming her.

“So… my nephew is still a little ways away from breaking, and the King appears to not be in… so, is this doing anything for you?” She asked, gesturing to all of herself while trying her hardest to be sexy. May was fishing for a little more intimacy, Dr Cottle clearly had a boner, yet was ignoring it completely like the turgid pulsing was just part of his life now.

“Madam, please be serious. This is for the good of the Kingdom,” He admonished her, “My medical licence was completely revoked in their world, but here I can be a doctor with a true purpose! The King has told me himself that I have the keenest eye for rating each part of a human’s physique.”

“Is that why you lost your licence?”

Dr Cottle frowned, rolling his eyes behind his mask, “Just keep quiet for now, you’re sucking the fun out of this.”

As May quickly did as she was instructed, Dr. Cottle spoke to the rest of the room, “Make yourselves useful. One of you hold up this iPad for Ms. Parker.” To May he explained, “This is a little video we can use to wake up some of those memories the Alien Tyrant suppressed.”

Her eyes opened wide with excitement, the thought of regaining even a little of what she’d lost filling her with unseemly glee.

She sat up just in time to have a video start playing on the screen held aloft by a sullen looking teenager with a stiff and leaking diminutive penis that was flagging under a sudden lack of stimulation.

On it her young handsome, hunky King sat in a chair in casual dress, looking oh so sexy and self-possessed, “Hi there, whoever you are! I’m Mark. You may or may not know me right now, but for some reason I can’t be there to help your transition.”

She giggled girlishly as if he were really here but soon as she listened and followed his every word, a pleasant calmness spread through her. Her body relaxed and her mind calmed down. As the hypnotic suggestions took effect she realised she was floating away from reality and becoming part of something greater than herself.

When she woke once more, she was listening fully and deeply to the trustworthy official before her. A sandwich was placed in her hands and she took a big bite of it. Bread and a salty bitter sauce between.

Words spilled forth from her mouth without conscious thought, “Orange Juice.”

Dr. Cottle’s hand lightly stroked her breast, teasing her hardened nipple, “Good. Response time optimal, and arousal levels are peaking.” He mumbled while scribbling on his pad with his non-groping hand. “Now, May Parker, you have your orders from the King already, correct?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl. Now, after we reaffirm his decisions for you, I’m just going to go through the regular procedure for Lady Felicia’s house cat protocols. Listen to me and have it seep deep into your mind.”