You lose.*

You clench your teeth and beg them to stop, but of course they don't.

"Thirty more seconds," Oliver says.

Thirty?! You're so close... You can't make it... So close... The fabric slides back and forth against your clit when you move, and due to the tickling, you can't stop moving. You're going to cum from the tickling... You never would have thought...

Just then, your head swings back, your back arches, and your entire body surges with delight. The boys stop tickling you, but Oliver runs up and yanks on the rope as hard as he can. You moan so loud you're certain the neighbours could hear, but you feel absolutely amazing despite the embarrassing circumstance. Everything goes fuzzy but you eventually regain your composure. You lay there on his bed, heavily breathing and looking between the three boys.

"Aw," Garret says. "She didn't make it."

"Mhm. A shame. But rules are rules," Oliver replies. "We'll have to keep going. You lost, miss."

You whimper. Admittedly, that was actually really exciting. You haven't had an orgasm like that before. But you worry what they're going to do now, given that you lost their little game.