Force myself to complete the final two troughs despite being completely naked and overwhelmed

Harpy Aviary, Building Four, Paradise Breeding Farm, Rural Montana, at 12:25 PM on Monday April 3rd, 2024 (Day 1 of 7)

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I reach for the feed scoop with trembling hands, trying to block out everything—the way Skye's fingers are tracing patterns through my pussy's wetness, the feeling of Zephyr's palms kneading my bare ass cheeks, the cum cooling on my face and breasts, the knowledge that I'm completely naked in front of eight watching harpies.

Two more troughs. Just two more.

I take a stumbling step toward the seventh feeding station, but Skye's hand between my legs doesn't move away. Instead, her middle finger slides along my slit from front to back, deliberately avoiding my clit and entrance but coating herself in my arousal.

"You're absolutely drenched," Skye murmurs, bringing her glistening finger up between us where I can see it. "Look at that. You're practically dripping down your thighs."

Behind me, Zephyr's hands slide from my ass around to my stomach, then up to cup my cum-covered breasts. Her thumbs find my nipples again, rolling the sensitive peaks between her fingers with maddening pressure.

"Keep feeding us," Zephyr whispers against my ear. "You're so close to winning."

I force myself forward another step. My legs are shaking so badly I can barely walk. Every nerve ending in my body is screaming for release. My pussy clenches around nothing, desperate for penetration. The scoop feels impossibly heavy in my hand.

I reach the seventh trough and try to lift the container, but my coordination is gone. Protein blend spills across the platform in a messy cascade, mealworms scattering everywhere.

"Sloppy," Skye observes, her hand returning between my legs. This time her finger doesn't just tease—it circles my clit with deliberate, practiced pressure. "But I'll give you credit for trying."

The sensation shoots through me like electricity. My knees buckle slightly and I gasp, my hips jerking forward involuntarily into her touch.

"There it is," Zephyr says with satisfaction, her fingers pinching both my nipples simultaneously. "She's breaking."

"No," I whimper, but even as I say it, I know it's a lie. My body is betraying me completely. The wetness between my legs is flowing freely now, coating Skye's hand. My nipples ache with desperate need. The scoop falls from my nerveless fingers, clattering on the concrete.

"Say it," Skye commands, her finger pressing harder against my clit while her other hand grips my hip. "We can see it in your face, in the way you're trembling. You're going to beg anyway. Just say it."

Zephyr's teeth graze my earlobe as she speaks. "Ask us to fuck you. One word and we'll give you exactly what your body is screaming for."

My mouth opens. The word is right there on my tongue. My pussy clenches desperately, empty and aching. Skye's finger circles my clit again and I can feel my resistance crumbling like sand.

"Please," I hear myself whisper. The word escapes before I can stop it. "Please fuck me."