You win.*

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 if you can't hold on. You must steel your willpower more than ever before.

Somehow, perhaps by some kind of divine intervention, you hold out your orgasm--barely. They all stop tugging on the rope and tickling you, and look to you with faces of disappointment.

"Dangit," Garret says. "I thought we had her for sure."

"Impressive," Oliver replies.

You cringe at how close they got you, and all the eyes over your body. Your womanhood throbs for release and it nearly does so on its own.

"Well," Oliver finally says with a roll of her shoulders. "My parents might be home in a bit, and she did win the game... I guess we'll let you go. It's been fun anyway.

The boys look to Oliver with frowns but he undoes your bindings and tosses you your things. Quickly, you tug them over your body, though you still lack any undergarments whatsoever. As you stand, your body shivers with desire. You kind of wish you lost the game after all...

"Now get out of here. At least we have a story to tell now... Hunter's going to be so jealous," Oliver says once more. No more words are needed. You gather yourself and hustle out his front door, immediately feeling the fresh air on your face, but... also in other places. You quickly tug down on your skirt, looking around to make sure nobody suspects anything. Of course, they couldn't anyway. You were covered for now.