"Stop....please....please stop....stop...." your words just cycled on a loop, nearly unconsciously at this point. But your tormenter had no interest in stopping. Or even slowing down really. Your rambling pleas were music to her ears. She cupped your chin in her hands and lifted you to her face, your body dangling weakly below.
"Oh honey, we're just gettin' started," she sang with a smile.
You shudder at the thought of what else she could possibly have in store for you. It didn't take long to reveal itself. She easily carried your battered body into a side room of the gym. You looked around and saw many women - both human and anthro - in various states of workout wear grabbing yoga mats and claiming a place on the floor. Your tormenter looked at you and smiled viciously, but did not move for a mat.
Oh no....
Your eyes must have shown the terror in your mind as you registered what she was planning on doing.
"That's right. You're being upgraded from rag to mat. Congratulations honey," she sang sadistically.
Without another word, she flipped you out and laid you flat on your back on the cold floor. Before you could attempt to squirm away, she plopped her big bouncy booty in the middle of your body. All the air was forced from your lungs. The woman smirked and alternated closing her eyes in "tranquility" and stealing glances down at your face. She wiggled her hips over your body in anticipation of what she was about to do to you.
It started off gently enough, a simple downward dog pose that pushed her sweaty breasts into your face. By now you had absorbed more than your fair share of sweat, so this was actually rather pleasant by comparison. You felt yourself start to get excited.
As you felt her shift position, you heard her giggle. She must have seen your growing erection. Not much you could really do to hide it.
"Oooh, I'm glad to see I'm not the only one enjoying the session," she whispered.
She dropped her soft ass down on your crotch hard in a boat pose, with her legs and arms pointed up in the air and all of her weight supported by her backside. You groaned in both pain and pleasure. She quickly shifted to doing the splits, and your crotch was forced up against hers. She chuckled as she bounced on you happily.
Her bounces started to push her further and further up your battered body until she rested on your neck. Finally, she planted her sweaty ass on your face and twisted as she stretched her back to the right. As she stretched, she wiggled her hips over your face, forcing your nose deeper and deeper into her crack. As you felt her body reposition back to normal, you prepared for a sigh of relief, but no relief came. She simply repeated the exercise and stretched to the left.
Finally, the woman sighed happily as she crossed her legs and let her ass sit still over your face, leaving you forced to breathe the limited stale, sweaty air you could find beneath her.
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