We continue the evening from Amora's POV as she gets an education in people pleasing

Inwardly, Amora the Enchantress, one of the greatest witches of all Asgard was a seething mixture of rage, fear and awkward pleasure. A few minutes ago, she had been plotting to finally achieve her lifelong goal of making Thor, the Thunder God, into her adoring lover and now, she herself had been made a **** to another's desires. The Spider-Man. Her Master.

Her entire body now ached for his touch, to be used like a cheap slattern in any way he saw fit to give him sexual satisfaction. She felt her breath grow hot at the mere sight of him now, whereas she would have formerly been contemptuous of him. She knew it was merely a spell making her feel this way but it was pointless knowledge, as she could not determine where her own thoughts ended and the ifrit's magics began. Distantly, Amora saw the humor in it - was this how all of her other victims had felt as she ensared them to do her bidding? The answer was no, she decided after a moment's hesitation, not quite like this. Certainly, they were just as wantonly needy with desire for her as she new felt herself for her Master, but there was a difference, in that she only granted them fleeting touches and honeyed words of approval for serving her. No, she would have never guaranteed them such powerful levels of pure pleasure for her obedience. Nothing like . . . THIS. She shivered, nude skin pimpling with gooseflesh at just the mere memory of it.

Her body still felt flushed and shaky from the powerful orgasm she'd earned by kissing the fire-haired wench with the ridiculously enormous teats - MJ, Master had called her. Amora never once imagined meeting a woman with a bust grander than her own, much less kissing her as she would the Thunder God himself. And now, another task lay before her to complete per her Master's instructions . . . perhaps with the same level of reward.

On unsteady feet, Amora walked around to the left side of the bed to do as her Master asked- no, commanded - both disgusted and helplessly excited at what was to come. She could literally do no less. Her Master's second wench, Felicia, stood before her, awaiting a kiss of her own. She was a white-haired harlot with eyes of blue that flashed with both hunger and mischievousness, standing naked before her with a grin across her sensual features. While her considerable charms could not quite compare to Amora's bust or full lips, she stood considerably taller with longer legs. She had more of a lithe build, unquestionably beautiful in her own way, not that Amora felt an attraction or any pleasure from what Master had tasked her to do. At least, not yet.

"C'mere, little mouse. Give Black Cat a kiss." the woman purred, her voice low and smoky in contrast to the redhead's breathier, more high pitched tones.

"I am no mouse!" Amora huffed indignantly. "I am one of Asgard's most powerful sorceress!"

Her anger was, of course, undercut by her near total nudity, a fact Felicia took immediate advantage of by reaching out to caress her bare breasts.

"I dunno, sure looks like you've got a pair of Minnie Mouse ears right here!" she said, lightly tracing the edges of her large, pink aureoles at the front of her breasts with her fingertips. Amora hissed, both in annoyance at the reference she did not understand and at how good the woman's light touch felt.

"Hey, I believe she's the one who's supposed to be playing with your tits, remember? Get to it, Amora."

Her Master's voice rang in her mind and she immediately lifted up her hands to mirror the motion on Felicia's own chest, caressing her much smaller aureoles with her own fingers, surprised at how soft the flesh felt, touching occasional small bumps around their edges. Her hands had never felt another woman's breasts before and she blushed.

"Mmm, not bad, not bad at all. Now kiss me like you mean it, you evil slut."

Amora needed no further urging, as the second part of Master's command echoed like a bell in her head. She could no more deny it than hold her breath indefinitely. She leaned in and kissed Felicia.

The second woman's lips were also full and soft, much like Amora's own, unlike the thinner lips of the bustier redhead. Also, while the redhead had kissed her roughly and without regard to her own pleasure, this one's kiss was slower and more gentle. The hands on her teats fell away to gently caress her cheek and curve one arm around her waist, slowly but firmly drawing her in closer. She stiffened only briefly before feeling the taller woman's curves press against her own, so soft but so warm, the felt her tongue exploring her mouth slowly but thoroughly.

As she accomplished what Master had commanded, the orgasm began to build like an explosion inside of her. First, like a lit fire in the pit of her belly, then like a rolling warmth up and down her body, like a wildfire. Pleasure spread up her torso to her breasts, thick pink nipples hardening, and down to between her legs, her pussy immediately beginning to gush and spasm with delight. As the other woman pulled away gently, adding one smaller peck on her lips, she came yet again.

An orgasm didn't do the word justice - she had never felt pleasure like this before today. The burning wave of ecstasy hit her head and her mind like a battering ram and she cried out again, helplessly squeaking like a mouse caught in a trap, unable to even think about the noises of pleasure issuing from her much less control or stop them.

"EEE! EEEE! EEEEAAAH! AHHH! Oooh!"

Felicia giggled again, stroking her face as she came back to herself, almost limp in the other woman's arms while still pressed tightly against her.

"Mmm, you liked that, huh? I could tell. Guess I'm a way better kisser than MJ! Aren't I, my slutty little squeaky toy?"

Blushing with a mixture of shame and pleasure, she roughly disengaged from the embrace.

"I- you- No! I only- I only enjoyed it because Master commanded me to do so!" she protested weakly.

Felicia just rolled her beautiful blue eyes and snorted.

"Sure, you did."

"Better kisser my ass!" she heard the redhead say in a chagrined tone. "Send her back over here and I'll rock her world!"

"Actually, I think it's high time I got some attention." her Master said, staring at the pair of them lustily, his dark brown eyes hungry. Amora glanced down and was pleased to see his member hard, obviously excited by her displays with his other slatterns. While it was not as large as she had imagined Thor's might be, it was certainly not small. It reminded her of a ripe cucumber, quite lengthy with just enough girth to be respectable, looking all the larger on his slim frame and surrounded by light brown curly hair. She licked her full lips involuntarily, wondering how amazing sex might feel with her Master if mere kisses with his other chattel had given her so much pleasure.

"Oh, yes, please, Master! How may I service you?" she purred, shoving Felicia aside roughly to get closer to his body as he knelt on the bed.

"Hey!"

Her Master frowned but his erection didn't waver.

"Well, first off, you clearly need to learn some manners. Bend over the bed and get that ass of yours high in the air."

She immediately obeyed, smashing her breasts into the soft surface of the bed and raising her ass up high into the air like a bitch in heat. She was looking up at his hard cock longingly as she completed his command and yet another powerful orgasm rocked her body and she squealed in delight. She lay there panting, feeling desperately eager for him to enter her pussy and learn how it would feel.

"Jeez, she's AWFUL easy to please, isn't she, Tiger?" MJ scoffed. "If I didn't work in porn, I'd think she was faking."

"Is she gonna do that EVERY time she does whatever you tell her?" Felicia snorted.

Suddenly, her Master flipped off the bed and landed neatly behind her, still nude and fully erect. She flipped her long, honey-blonde hair over her shoulder to look at him, thighs and pussy twitching eagerly. She preferred to ride most men she took to her bed like a horse under her command, preferably with their hands tied, but if her Master wished to penetrate her for the first time from behind like a broodmare, she would gladly accept it. In truth, any intimate use of her body was his to take at will but the previous delights had left her incredibly excited for her Master's direct touch. She began to lift her head but her Master waved a finger at her disapprovingly.

"Looks like." he sighed. "No, no, no - you stay bent over just like I commanded you previously until I say otherwise. And to be clear, that is not a new command."

Amora frowned in dismay. What game was this?

"What I'm about to say isn't a set of commands but rather, some things you'll need to learn if you want me to keep you as my sex **** instead of just leaving you in a metahuman prison where I'll never have to see you again."

As much as she hated her new lot in life, the mere thought of being banished from her Master's presence made her blood run cold.

"N- no! No, Master, please do not send me away! I must service you and please you! I MUST!"

She heard him grunt approvingly before speaking again.

"Yeah, that's what I thought. MJ, c'mere. Felicia, lay on the bed in front of her with your legs spread."

The buxom redhead moved behind her and the white haired beauty lay in front of her, spreading her legs. Her pink sex, wet and hairless, lay just inches from Amora's face. She could smell the woman's arousal.

She distantly heard her Master whisper something in MJ's ear and heard her laugh delightedly in response.

"Oh, I LOVE it! Sure! Let's get started."

Amora froze for a moment, unsure of what was to come, when she felt a stinging hand come down hard on her heart-shaped ass.

She yelped, more out of surprise than pain, as Asguardians were made of sterner stuff than mortals.

MJ spoke again with a surprising amount of steel in her voice.

"Listen here, Amora! Your Master wants you to understand one thing - you're OUR sex ****, now, not just his? Understand?"

Amora's pride revolted at this. Being one man's plaything was bad enough, but to be his women's **** as well? The very thought was-

Another stinging crack landed on her ass, making her cry out.

"I- I am not- I do not wish-" she began haltingly before giving up in annoyance. "Master, just command me to serve them and I shall! I-"

"Master isn't talking to you, SLUT - I AM!" MJ snarled. "Tiger, be a dear and go get the paddle in the bottom nightstand shelf. The wooden one with the holes in it."

She heard her Master chuckle and something open and close, then saw him lean over and whisper in Felicia's ear. She laughed and kissed him before replying "You are the BEST, Spider!" then looking down at her.

"Oh, and when you're not busy answering MJ's questions, you eat my pussy, got it?"

Amora's green eyes bugged out.

"I have not- I do not know how to-" she babbled.

"Just lick it like you'd like yours to be licked, Mouse. It's not rocket science. Go easy on the clit once I cum though, it gets REAL sensitive."

Felicia slid her hips smoothly down the bed and slid a pillow beneath her ass, putting her pussy on full display just centimeters from Amora's face. She recoiled from the glistening pink folds slightly.

"N- NO! I will not do so unless Master- AAAH!"

A quick whistling was all she heard before she felt a hard surface impact against her ass hard, much harder than before. She yelped, again mostly from surprise, but also faintly from pain.

"You seem to be a little hard of hearing, slut. You are OUR sex ****, mine, Peter and Felicia's! When we say to DO something, you DO IT!"

Another hard smack landed on her ass cheeks, making her cry out again.

"Now eat Felicia's pussy like a good little slut!"

Amora hissed angrily and did not move except to squirm.

"Hmm, looks like we need to upgrade the punishment a bit. Tiger, you wanna use some of that Spider strength of yours while I titfuck you and keep giving some orders?"

She heard her Master chuckle lustfully.

"Mmm, I like the sound of that. For now, you're the boss, MJ."

She heard shuffling behind her but didn't have time to speak again before another whistle in the air sounded. Her ass felt a tremendous smack and both her cheeks screamed with sudden pain.

"Aaah!" she cried out piteously. "Master, Master, PLEASE! Just tell me to do it and I will-"

She heard a squirt of lotion and her Master groan with delight before MJ spoke again.

"Sorry, Master's busy with my MUCH nicer titties right now! You'll just have to answer to US . . . right, Felicia?"

"Yeah, what Mary Jugs said - eat that pussy, bitch. NOW."

Again, she hesitated and again was rewarded with a swift powerful application of a hard paddle to her ass. She cried out again in pain as she heard her Master groan and chuckle in delight.

"Whose sex **** are you?" MJ asked sweetly.

"Yeah, whose sex **** are you?" Felicia parroted.

"I . . ."

Another hard smack arrived and she cried out.

"AAH! I- I am YOUR sex ****!" she whimpered and cried out, ass stinging with pain "YOURS!"

"And by yours, you of course mean . . ." MJ said teasingly.

"You, all three of you!" she spat out. "I am both MASTER'S sex ****, YOUR sex **** and FELICIA'S sex ****!"

"Hmm, I don't know if she REALLY means it . . ." Felicia said with a pout.

Her Master's voice agreed.

"Yeah, let's make sure she- oh, fuck, MJ, that's good - really means it first, hnggh! Ea-"

"Ah, ah, I'm driving right now, Tiger, remember?"

"R-right! Oh, fuck, MJ!" her Master groaned.

"Eat Felicia's pussy like a good little sex **** and maybe I'll let "Master" here finish in your pussy instead of on my tits." MJ said sweetly. "MAYBE."

Face burning with shame and pussy twitching eagerly at the thought of finally being fucked by Master's cock, Amora needed no more instruction or punishment. Her tongue slid between her pouty lips to lick the glistening pussy in front of her, making Felicia moan softly in delight.

"Yessss . . . like that. Slow, solid licks, mmm . . ."

Amora had never tasted another girl's pussy before but what she lacked in experience, she made up for in eager enthusiasm, hoping that the faster she gave Felicia pleasure, the sooner this humiliation would end and the faster her Master would fuck her. Felicia's constant guidance via commentary rang in her ears as her pussy juices filled her mouth.

"Yes, good, like that, oh, yeah! Now slide two of your fingers in there - no, not like that, make a come hither motion, oh, FUCK, that's the spot . . . hey, don't stop the licking, smooth and steady, ah, right there, right FUCKING there!"

Distantly, she heard her Master's breath catch and MJ moan at the sight of her eating out Felicia. She wanted to stop and beg Master to fuck her from behind while ate pussy for the first time but feared her punishment if she should stop before Felicia came, so she continued, much to the platinum blonde's delight.

Felicia as it turned out, loved to talk during sex. She grabbed a hold of Amora's darker blonde locks tightly as she kept licking, now with greater urgency and zeal.

"Yeah, eat my pussy, your MISTRESS'S pussy, mmm! Oh, fuck! Yeah, you good little mousy bitch, you fucking fuckslave! Mmm, yes, like that, JUST like that, OH! You LIKE that don't you, yeah you do, you fucking slut, you LOVE eating my pussy, Mistress's hot little pussy, fuck! Oh, fuck! FUCK! FUUUUUCK!"

Amora felt Felicia's taut thighs wrap around her head tightly for what felt like hours, her long, limber legs trembling with release as she came.

Almost as if in answer, she heard an answering grunt from her Master as he swore loudly as well.

"Fuck! That was . . . so fucking hot- nggh! FUCK!"

MJ let loose a delighted peal of laughter.

"Aw, Tiger, so much for rewarding her with finishing inside her!" she giggled. "Not that I blame you, that WAS totally fucking hot!"

He panted and with disappointment, she realized that between the redheaded one's pleasing his manhood with her oversized teats and the spectacle of her having pleased the white haired one, Master had cum! She mewled her disappointment and frustration into Felicia's snatch, making her gasp and then join in the laughter.

"Ah, but here's the best part - I don't have to be inside her to make her cum. Case in point . . ."

Amora meekly raised her mouth from Felicia's pussy, full lips still glistening with her juices and then scooted up and rolled over, gasping slightly at the feel of her tender ass hitting the bedspread. She saw everything was as she had guessed, MJ gently wiping up all of her Master's cum from atop and within her milky white canyon of cleavage.

"Amora, since you did such a good job of eating out Felicia, I'll give you a command - whenever you make MJ or Felicia orgasm, you must orgasm 30 seconds later."

The full weight of her words hit her seconds before the freight train of another mind-shattering orgasm did, making her thrash and squeal on the bed until she was a sweaty incoherent mess, laying there languid and helpless. By the Gods, were they getting stronger each time?

She distantly came back to reality as she heard MJ - no, Mistress MJ, she reminded herself dreamily - speaking.

"-definitely MY turn now, I think!"

"You got it, honey." her Master said cheerfully before his face took on a dark, hungry look. "This time though, I think . . . Felicia, go ahead and suck on MJ's tits while Amora eats her out. OUR little fuckslave is going to be awfully distracted if I'm pounding her from behind after all."

Both women made little noises of pleased satisfaction.

"God, I get so HOT when he takes charge like that!" MJ purred as the two women arranged themselves on his large bed and MJ spread her legs near where Amora laid dreamily spread-eagle. "C'mere, Kitty . . ."

Dreamily, Amora rose on shaky knees before turning around and bending over again, this time to face her redheaded Mistress's eager snatch. A part of her was still furious, but if servitude felt this good, why should she fight against it? And how good would it feel to have Master's cock deep inside her, regardless of whatever else she was to do?

"Please fuck me Master, while I eat out my . . . Mistress! Please!" she moaned breathily, gently squeezing her nipples before putting her mouth to work again.