What's next?

Nebula is tested

"Just to be clear," said the skull, "the two of you are adopted, so this isn't weird."

"Mmph," said Nebula. Her speech was muffled by Gamora's pussy, which was pressed up against her mouth. She could feel it, hot, wet and warm, on her lips. She could also feel Gamora's lips on her own pussy. The two girls were bound together in a 69 position, ropes wrapped tightly around their bare bodies, pressing them very closely together. They lay on a table in a crowded dive bar with dozens of patrons around them, cheering and taking bets.

"You hate Gamora," said the skull, "and she hates you. Now, you must fight. The loser is the first woman to reach seven orgasms."

"Mmph?"

"She will be punished in any way the winner deems fit. Then, we will have another competition."

"Mmmph! Mmmmmph!"

"For the purposes of this test, your capacity for orgasms has been increased. If neither of you have reached seven orgasms within one hour, you will both be punished."

Nebula opened her mouth to protest some more, and felt Gamora's tongue dive deep into her pussy. She shuddered. It felt amazingly terrifyingly good. Quickly, not giving herself time to think about what she was going to do, she stuck out her own tongue and began to flick it across Gamora's clit.

"Mmmmm..."

The people in the bar cheered as the two girls began to work on each other in earnest, blushing all the way. Nebula squirmed in passion. She didn't want to eat Gamora's pussy, but she wanted to lose even less.

"Hello, Valkyrie," said the woman on horseback. "You know who we are?"

"You're... all the other valkyries?"

"That's right. And you've let us down. So now you have to eat all our pussies while we spank you and call you names. You useless, naked, weak loser."

"Oh, no," said Valkyrie.

"Mmph," said Mantis.

"Well," said the violet-skinned woman. "She may have no social skills, but she certainly eats pussy well. Give her another spank, please."

"Mmph!"