Furry February Part 4/4 - Loser's Punishment (Patreon)

Hey, if you talk a big game and can't follow through on it, you end up getting your just desserts! Challenge a bunch of gym rats to a contest and it'll bite you in the ass - those girls are competitive, they don't take kindly to being condescended upon by newbies, and they have a mean sense of comeuppance. Whether it's "You could never lift that!" or "I bet I could last longer than you", they'll prove you wrong and then some.

Wrists tied above her head, she's suspended from the highest beam of the gym's locker room, then literally swept off her feet as her ankles are picked up by two of the gym's big, strong regulars. Her ankles are grasped firmly to keep them still, and the other two gym-goers saunter up behind her, untying the strings of her bikini that hold it up around her neck... she's surprised when they put the strings in her mouth, then realises the game-!

Merciless hands begin to claw and tickle at her feet, scratching along her soles, massaging her arches as her tormentors grin at her, teasing her for being so bratty yet so quick to break a sweat when their fingers are upon her. She's confident, though, that she'll be able to resist the relentless foot tickling... and then more hands join, scribbling long nails at her sides, squeezing and pinching, and then the poke-poke-poke at her exposed, sweating underarms...

It's getting harder and harder. Her chest bounces with each barely-restrained giggle, and her breathing gets quicker and quicker every time they brush over a particularly sensitive spot. If she could, she'd beg not the pits! It's too ticklish! I'll never piss you off again!, but her pride would never let her, and if she were to open her mouth, her humiliation would grow tenfold, likely with the teasing fingers turning to pull at her sensitive nipples-

Oh god, the thought only makes her hornier. Every minute of tickle torture makes her wetter as she submits to the four dominating women, their taunts flowing in and out of her ears as she moans through her teeth and tries to ignore the dangerous pooling heat in her belly. One notices how wet she is and tears her panties away with one strong, firm movement. Now exposed, she tries to close her thighs against the cool air brushing her lips, but they're held open and her feet tickled tenfold as punishment for such insubordination.

It builds. Slowly. She'd open her mouth to beg for a break, she's getting close, her tight, soaked pussy is twitching with need, every tickling touch to her ribs and pits and soles driving her further into desperation until finally, finally, she cums, squirting like a fountain, bucking against her bindings as they mercilessly tickle her through the wracking orgasm.

But when she comes down from the high, they only have more playful scorn for her, telling her that she'd better open that mouth, because they're going to cut her down - she's not the only one who should be cumming today, and all four of them want to see the wet, horny, eager little tickle-toy get on her knees and show them how sorry and thankful she really is...

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Thank you all so much for your patronage! I hope you enjoyed Furry February's pics! Hopefully March will be just as fun, and we'll rake in some new faces, but I have to thank you for your support so far! You guys are the best~