May's Indoctrination [pt. I]

Written in collaboration with Namichwan

That was a week ago, and things were progressing well on her quest. Keeping a sharp eye on Peter to make sure his ‘private times’ were regularly interrupted. Making sure he was all hot and bothered so he wouldn't accidentally thwart his own rescue from the big evil Grimace's really weird plan. Like, just from what she'd gathered in just the handfuls of days since she'd stopped being a pile of dust, she'd learned that all of the Infinity Stones together worked like a wish-granting Genie without the personality. He'd halved everyone in the universe because of a lack of resources.

What May couldn't figure out was why the big scary alien warlord hadn't just doubled the resources in the universe or made it so everyone needed less.

Then again, maybe that was just a smoke-screen as despite all of that out there explanation for why it had happened, no one on any news channel had said a peep about the Phoenix Kingdom just up and vanishing.

That left May wondering just what the big bad Thanos had against the greatest country on Earth that he had to keep it all secret even as he was going around putting half of all life on layaway.

She knew that saving Peter was not just a matter of personal interest. It was a test of her loyalty to the Phoenix Kingdom and its precepts.

She couldn't afford to fail. Failure meant more than just losing Peter. It meant failing the Kingdom and putting the lives of countless others at risk. So May remained vigilant, never letting her guard down, always ready to act at a moment's notice. For the fate of the universe and the Hidden Phoenix Kingdom rested on her shoulders.

She brushed such musing aside as it was now it was time to check in with her king.

The address she’d been given led her to the Riverside Terrace apartment building in Hell’s Kitchen.

May rode the subway to get close and she only had to walk a block to get there. The building rose high above the bustling streets, its red brick facade and ornate, cast-iron balconies a testament to the architectural beauty of a bygone era.

The front doors of the building were made of solid oak and stood nearly ten feet tall. They stuck as she pulled on them but with her whole body she was able to get them to open and slip inside.

The heavy wooden doors creaked as they were opened, revealing a dimly lit lobby. The worn, shabby carpeting was tattered and threadbare, and the wallpaper had long since peeled off in places. A few pieces of outdated furniture, including a sofa and an armchair, were scattered haphazardly around the room.

Two guards stood stoically by the doors leading to the rest of the building, their watchful gazes scanning everyone who passed by.

They were a rather mismatched pair.

One was black with dreads and May was uncomfortably aware of her own **** bias as she got the overall ‘gang-banger’ impression from the young man, even as she noticed his handsome face and athletic and muscular body in its pointedly slovenly clothes. The other was a bearded white guy in his fifties, very large with big brawny arms and an enormous beer gut that probably hadn’t seen a salad in years, the Harley Davidson T-shirt completing the biker look.

They both had these huge guns that made May's heart skip a beat.

It was a reminder that things had changed a lot since the Snap. May had been gone for five years, and in that time, society had come close to collapsing. People were scared, and they needed protection. That's why she saw more and more guys like these two, still standing guard and keeping watch over various places in public despite the official end to the crisis.

Biker Beard grinned at her as he looked her up and down, “Hey there, Hot Mama. Guessin’ you got an appointment since you don’t live here, huh?”

May wasn’t fazed in the slightest by his frank regard, in fact she found it much more relaxing than contemplating the dangerous machine gun he casually held across his body. She smiled back and teased a hand through her hair as she turned a bit to show off the swell of her breasts a bit more, “I… well, I think so…” she felt the need to glance around at the otherwise empty lobby before leaning forward a bit and whispering, “The King told me to come here.”

“Oh yea?” said the other guy with a predatory smile as he stepped close and laid a hand on her hip, watching her as he slid his hand around to cup and firmly squeeze her butt.

May happily accepted the touch, her body instinctively responding to the young man's firm grip. She leaned into him, enjoying the feeling of his strong hand on her hip and the sensation of his fingers pressing into her flesh. In the Hidden Phoenix Kingdom, physical touch was a sign of affection and trust, and May had fully embraced this way of life. She looked up at the man and smiled, feeling safe and protected in his presence.

"Yes," she said softly, "the King gave me an important task. I'm here to check in." The man nodded, his hand still firmly gripping her butt.

"We'll make sure you get where you need to go," he said, his voice deep and reassuring. A rush of excitement filtered through May as she once again felt that rush of euphoria at the knowledge that she was a part of something bigger than herself, a member of a community that looked out for one another in times of need. She leaned into the man's touch, suddenly ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

A few minutes later, she was let through after Biker Beard spoke to someone on his cell phone and she was told to head to room 115. As she stepped through the guarded doors, the atmosphere completely transformed from the run-down exterior of a common New York apartment building. Here, nearly all the doors were open, and people roamed freely between them, creating a sense of community within the walls.

The dress code was anything but conventional. Women strolled by with ease, some fully naked, their bare skin glistening under the low light. Others wore lingerie or bikinis, their bodies on full display. Men, on the other hand, seemed to prefer a bottomless approach, their genitalia visible as they mingled with others. And then there were those who had already dressed and were leaving the building with evident ****, their body language betraying their departure from this uninhibited haven.

May was not one to be phased by such a sight. In fact, she felt right at home amidst this display of bodies in various stages of undress. The air was thick with a sense of liberation, as if everyone here had shed the constraints of the false society's norms. She smiled to herself, feeling a sense of belonging she hadn't experienced in years.

The scene through one open doorway made May pause and take notice.

Four rather pale naked people were having sex at and on a table, looking like nothing so much as a family that had sat down for a meal before deciding they’d rather feast on each other’s flesh and fluids.

The young woman with glasses knelt behind a man who could have been her brother, her hands moving with practised skill as she pleasured him. He was bent over, legs spread wide so she could toss his salad and work at his dick and balls, his head bent low, his tongue exploring the woman before him with a feverish intensity. She lay spread-eagled on the table, her jet-black hair fanned out around her head like some sort of obscene halo. Her legs were bent at the knees, dangling in the air on either side of the man, inviting him to explore the depths of her desire. Meanwhile, a paunchy balding man with glasses crouched at the woman's shoulder, his own engorged member poised for her to take into her mouth.

“Um, excuse me, ma’am?”

May was shaken from her stupor. Looking down at a woman giving her a concerned look, “Are you okay? Can I help you with anything?” She asked, and the aunt had to embarrassingly shake herself out of her previous attempt to enter the room.

“Yes! Sorry, I… I’m here to meet with the Ki-!” May stopped herself quickly, looking over her shoulder before secretly whispering, “the King!”

The woman in front of her smiled, “Well okay! He’s away from the building right now, but we can still process you. Let’s get you to Room 115.” She said before guiding May down the hall, “These are just the family therapy rooms, please don’t interact with any of them or the other exhibits. They’re special projects by our leaders and messing with them could damage the results.”

May nodded apologetically and continued to follow along down the hall. She also got a good look at the woman in front of her. A real good look. It was a woman in a hijab, clearly of muslim descent, though May wondered if the Koran had said anything about slingkinis being kosher. Her brown skin was on full display under her hood, jiggling about with a slight pudge to her smaller stature. The woman’s name was apparently ‘Zainab’, according to the name badge sticker that was planted on her cushiony rear.

Soon they arrived. Room 115 was an open doorway into a living room space that had been weirdly arranged. There was no TV and entertainment center, instead there were two couches and a number of chairs lining the walls and a small dining room table was in the middle. There were a number of teenagers hanging out on them and the whole ambiance was of a sort of ad-hoc doctor's waiting room.

Zainab bowed low to her guest, “Please wait here to be processed. In the meantime, just fill out this form,” She reached over to a small desk before handing over a clipboard and pencil to the woman. After a brief thanks and farewell, May sat herself down on a spare chair.

The teenagers had clocked her, all gossiping about her attractiveness. ‘MILF’ and ‘Cougar’ were terms that May had become rather accustomed to. She used to have the occasional fantasy with those that called her that, but these days her mind only went to Mark or Peter for thrills.