May's Indoctrination [pt. III]

Written in collaboration with Namichwan

"Embrace your sensual grace, let your inner feline roam free."
"Feel the allure of your body, moving with elegance and charm."
"Unleash your wild side, revel in the pleasure of being adored."
"Indulge in the thrill of teasing, leaving others longing for your touch."
"Find pleasure in serving and satisfying, your every action a delightful act of devotion."
"Radiate confidence and elegance, embodying the essence of a seductive companion."
"Embrace your role as a cherished plaything, captivating hearts and igniting desires."
"Let your every movement be a dance of seduction, weaving an enchanting spell on those who gaze upon you."

May gasped, her breath catching in her throat as the commands took hold of her newfound identity. The awareness of her confinement to the examination table heightened her senses, acutely aware of the young people watching the examination, their presence adding an electrifying thrill to the situation. With a subtle arch of her back and a playful flick of her butt, which should have sported a saucy tail, she fully embodied the essence of a feline, revelling in the attention she received.

Dr. Cottle let out a gruff sigh, his gaze shifting between May and the young spectators. "Hmm, so this is what we've come to," he muttered, his voice laced with a hint of annoyance. He tapped impatiently on his tablet, his expression clearly showing his disinterest in the entire situation. "You seem to have some compatibility with the Hardy House pet persona, I suppose. Not that it matters much to me."

May's enthusiasm wavered slightly, but she remained committed to the role she had been thrust into. She tried her best to exude a sense of grace and sensuality, though the grumpy aura of Dr. Cottle made it challenging to fully embrace the experience. The attention from the onlookers felt more like scrutiny than admiration, and it dampened the thrill she had initially felt.

Dr. Cottle's gaze met May's, his eyes filled with a mixture of indifference and mild annoyance. "You're trying too hard," he grumbled, his tone lacking any hint of flirtation. "There's no need to put on such a show. Just be done with it so we can move on."

A gesture towards his chest hinted at a habitual reach for a pocket, likely containing a cigarette, yet the absence of one in his apron left May contemplating the untapped desires within this silver-haired grump.

As Dr. Cottle focused his attention back on her, May's gaze flickered to his groin, the realization growing that this silver fox of a grump could benefit from a mind-blowing blowjob. However, his disinterest in her body or her presence was undeniable.

Dr. Cottle locked his penetrating gaze with May's, his voice resonating with a peculiar blend of authority and persuasion. "May, I want you to envision a pleasure scale, ranging from one to ten," he commanded. "Now, reflect upon the average level of satisfaction you've experienced from orgasms prior to today's examination. It's crucial for you to comprehend that, on this scale of intensity and pleasure, the lackluster orgasms shared with non-Phoenix members barely register as meager ones."

May's eyes widened in realization, a sense of dissatisfaction washing over her as she pondered the lackluster encounters of her past. "No one ever made me feel beyond a one..." she whispered, her voice carrying a mix of resignation and yearning.

"Now you see, I'm a member," Dr. Cottle continued, his bored finger tapping against her clit. "When I do this," he pressed on, "that's a two."

A drawn-out moan escaped May's lips, realizing that a simple touch of his finger surpassed the efforts of countless men and women who had tried and failed. "Now, you're aware that the only man who managed to surpass that was when you gave a blowjob to the King, correct?"

That adjustment was barely necessary as the memories of Mark's remarkable cock thrusting into her mouth were etched vividly in May's mind. The pleasure he had bestowed upon her surpassed any previous encounters, leaving an indelible mark. And of course, the King was far beyond a mere one on the pleasure scale. Even the act of sucking his cock made May's pussy gush with an intensity she had never experienced before. The recollection, combined with the tantalizing touch on her clit that reached a two, sent waves of horny energy coursing through her body.
“Now, I will explain your own orgasm scale to you with absolute truth,” He sighed, looking down the list, “A one: Non-members. A two: Low level members, the NTRoopers, and potential members. A three: Your own hands now that you are part of the Kingdom. A four: Mid tier members, and potential heroic or villainous members. A five: Friends of the kingdom, including Markanda and the Utopian Parallel. Then we got six, seven, and eight as bronze, silver, and gold members respectively. Nine is the House heads, and ten is the King. Make sense?”

"You forgot about her nephew," a voice entered the room, accompanied by a sigh. A latina in scrubs with clipboard and a bag approached, looking somewhat tired and bored. Her long, flowing dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face that exuded confidence and intelligence. Her eyes, filled with a mix of curiosity and concern, gazed at May as she placed her medical bag on a the table. "You know how much Mark wants me to handle important cases, Cottle. May Parker is a valuable asset to Lady Felicia. Why are you fast-tracking her?"

Cottle just shrugged with an annoyed face at her, Claire quickly reading over a chart for May while inspecting his work, “Boredom. Why should you get all the juicy cases? Do you know how many men I’ve molded into be cucks?”

“You’re still a failed medical man, and May needs special care for her role as Spider-Man’s downfall.” Claire exhaled in annoyance again, walking over to the tranced aunt and speaking softly to her, “Okay, May? I want you to accept everything that Dr. Cottle has just told you, but know that your nephew is a hypothetical gold member. Meaning that since you two are spiritually compatible his touch can give you eighth level pleasurable orgasms, okay?”

May swallowed, her eyes welling up with a potent mix of arousal and anticipation. "Yes... I understand," she responded, her voice trembling with a newfound sense of excitement.

“Good,” Claire sighed in relief, “Now, I’m going to take you out of your trance. Please accept my authority as higher than Dr. Cottle’s as a gold tier member of the Phoenix Kingdom.” Cottle himself huffed, annoyed at how many times Claire had rubbed that in his face. May's gaze returned to the present, blinking in bewilderment as she faced her new doctor, feeling simultaneously transformed and yet still herself.

"Dr. Cottle, if you wouldn't mind placing your finger on her clitoris once more?" Claire requested, a tinge of superiority lacing her voice.
With a grumble and a **** huff, Dr. Cottle complied, his actions marked by acceptance and obedience toward a woman who outranked him. As his touch rekindled a surge of pleasure within May, she responded with a coo of satisfaction, her body attuned to the subtleties of his touch.
But Claire swiftly dismissed Dr. Cottle, waving him away and replacing his touch with the delicate tip of her own fingernail. The sensation that followed was nothing short of sublime.

“OOOooOOO~!” May's entire being became awash with a cascading tide of pleasure, her body succumbing to the simple yet potent maneuver. She arched on the table, her pussy juice flowing forth as she experienced a level of pleasure that had previously been nothing more than an elusive dream. Squirting onto Claire’s hand after a life of only reaching the bare minimalist ones on the scale, and now experiencing just the potential for an eight was beyond exciting. Panting and yearning for more, May's eyes remained fixated on Claire, who continued to sift through her documents with a casual professionalism

“Very nice, Mark’s hypnosis did the trick once more.” She said casually, “Felicia will be excited to hear your results. Good work, Miss Parker. And you too, Dr Cottle.” An annoyed huff, though it was clear the other doctor wasn’t that upset with the praise. “Now, it seems that Lady Felicia has been watching your process, but she just wants to know how backed up Peter is?”

Spider-Man’s aunt smirked after composing herself, “Oh, so~ backed up. I’ve never seen his penis so erect for so long. He’s tucking it away as much as he can, but that seductive bulge keeps poking out every time I even smile at him now.” Her lip was bitten thinking about all the times her nephew had been so close to erupting by her teases. The relationship that Thanos had taken was so close it was tantalising her.

The nurse scribbled some notes and added, “Good. I take it you can estimate his penis size?”

May's eyes lit up with mischief as she replied, "Oh, Peter's a grower, no doubt. When he's fully erect, he's got a good eight inches to work with. It's a pretty sight, I gotta say." She giggled, her mind momentarily wandering to those moments of passion. "Now, when it comes to girth, he's more on the average side, nothin' too extraordinary."

Not like the King and his glorious cock

The comparison between Peter and Mark was like comparing a regular hot dog to a mighty python—there was simply no contest. Not that it was fair to measure her little nephew against such lofty standards. Taking a casual glance at the half-naked teenagers lazing around just watching her examination. He certainly outdid them in size at least.

The nurse scribbled some notes and nodded, “That matches Lady Felicia's judgement. And she’s out right now making sure that he doesn’t relieve himself somewhere untoward. We’re planning on keeping him horny for at least one more week before Mark attempts to touch him.”

May frowned slightly, which Claire caught and smiled at her reassuringly. “Don’t worry, we have a contingency in place for if Peter decides to break taboo and fall for your seductions. It’ll push back plans, but Mark and Felicia both like the idea of you corrupting him like that so don’t relent, Ms. Parker. Okay?”

“Absolutely!” The older woman beamed, looking slightly relieved at the wisdom of her rulers.

“Great. We have a secure line setup now, so contact us as soon as anything changes.” Claire handed a burner phone to the aunt, quickly placing it in her purse. “One more thing before you go today I’ll just explain what Dr. Cottle did to you. As you are part of the House of Hardy you have been indoctrinated as a house cat.”

That threw the aunt, yet somehow it felt so pure in her mind, “I’m sorry… I’m a house cat?”

“Yes, 100% converted as Cottle tells me.” Claire explained, looking through the notes on her paper. “Peter will be too once he’s joined, but it basically means your life will be dedicated to pleasure and relaxation. As opposed to becoming a warrior or spy in the other houses.”

May blinked at the nurse, “Huh, sounds like I really picked the right house!” She beamed, stretching her naked form out on the bed. The two laughed a little before Claire stood up and walked to the door.

“Your reaction shows that it was probably destiny that your place in the Phoenix Kingdom ended up this way.” She smiled, “The part you’ll play in this Kingdom will only really be applicable once you’re living with us under the roof, but Peter takes priority before that.”