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"description": "Hello, this is the story version of my previous submission where Carel receives an ashiatsu pawjob from Nina and her ashiatsu sisters.\n\n I intended to post this a few weeks ago on Paw Day. I'm not sure if this day is celebrated on InkBunny but I wanted to explain why the words Paw Day was on the title. Also, for reference, the story takes place after another story featuring a character owned in FurAffinity. I'm not sure if she has an account on InkBunny, but I will publish it here if she does. Any future crossover story will be exclussive to FurAffinity or InkBunny will depend if the artist and owner of the characters has an account on one or both sites. If you have a FurAffinity account, you can find out more about the incident by checking one of my stories.\n\nArt and characters belong to [iconname]Rocksmasher[/iconname]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Hello, this is the story version of my previous submission where Carel receives an ashiatsu pawjob from Nina and her ashiatsu sisters.

 I intended to post this a few weeks ago on Paw Day. I'm not sure if this day is celebrated on InkBunny but I wanted to explain why the words Paw Day was on the title. Also, for reference, the story takes place after another story featuring a character owned in FurAffinity. I'm not sure if she has an account on InkBunny, but I will publish it here if she does. Any future crossover story  will be exclussive to FurAffinity or InkBunny will depend if the artist and owner of the characters has an account on one or both sites. If you have a FurAffinity account, you can find out more about the incident by checking one of my stories.

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", "writing": " Ashiatsu Assault\n\n\n “Thank you for your sponsorship,” Carel spoke into the phone with a grateful tone, hanging up on it. \n\n [i]And with this I reached my tenth sponsor supporting the gym. Now Cardio Coyote will definitely stay afloat for a long while. [/i][i][/i]\n\n It took a lot of calling, traveling, talking…and some unusual convincing with females with strong personalities and a fondness for…standing over those beneath them, but he accomplished his goal. He got the support of ten companies and enterprises who were willing to sponsor his gym and its products, even being willing to let him open branches in their cities at some point in the future. \n\n Everybody was happy when he made the announcement. His brother who helped him set up the gym. His loyal customers who went there ever since he opened it. And most of his workers were happy with his success because it meant better salaries for them and greater improvements for the main gym. \n\n However, there was a certain faction that wasn’t satisfied with the agreement. That was faction was led by the jaguar Nina. And standing behind her were her fellow masseuse sisters.\n\n The coyote sighed as he remembered her initial issue with him. During his first sponsorship, his first business partner was unsatisfied with his product, a pair of paw shaped sneakers for exercising. Unwilling to lose her support, Carel listed all of the services his gym provided, including the ashiatsu massages. This peaked his client’s interest as she was a large individual with a fondness for trampling. After teaching her ashiatsu by letting him practice on him, she agreed to sponsorship as long as the gyms in her city provided the service.\n\n [i]That was an unusual interview, but it wasn’t the last one or the weirdest one. Hell, chances are that I’ll probably get into more of those shenanigans in the future regardless of whether the gym is involved or not.[/i][i][/i]\n\n The thing that offended Nina was that the massage session was videotaped and used as a commercial to advertise the gym. She was offended by the dragoness and her ashiatsu style being focused on crushing and stomping rather than on a relaxation technique. She was even more offended by Carel offering himself as a model, having recognized the model in the commercial by his body type as a result of countless massage sessions she gave him since he hired her.\n\n I don’t know why, but something tells me that there was a hint of jealously when she told me that last part.\nNina had made sure to let her displeasure known by giving Carel ashiatsu massages where her claws were unsheathed. The massages were painful as her claws were pulling his fur, poking him with his claws, and occasionally leaving him with bleeding cuts to voice her disapproval of his methods. He swore to respect her craft from now on since he was not worthy of a decent massage in her opinion.\n\n [i] The only reason I didn’t fire her back then was because I had that one coming. I did act unprofessional in getting that sponsorship. And the following ones…[/i][i][/i]\n\n Since that day, Carel got nine sponsorships on a row. Some of them were less problematic than the first one. And others were more problematic. There were a few times when he had to bring up the ashiatsu again, mainly when the sponsor was a large female with a fondness for stepping on beings smaller than her. Needless to say, while he got a sponsorship, the consequences were worse than the last time.\n\n [i]Somehow, I should have kept my mouth shut and not make a promise I couldn’t keep. Then again, I didn’t expect another giant woman with a trample fetish to be my business partner in any of my following interviews. It’s not like I had other choices of convincing those women. I put my life on the line back there![/i][i][/i]\n\n Nina was not the only one who was offended upon seeing a sloppy version of her ashiatsu style promoted on another gym in a different city. Hitsume Ashiatsu was not just a massage, it was an ancient martial art designed for women to assassinate a warlord who imprisoned them. Even though it was no longer an assassination art, Hitsume Ashiatsu was a sorority for women who wanted to know the bodies of an individual intimately enough to care for them when they need to relax or destroy them if they need to defend themselves in a fight or by killing them when their guard was down. To Nina and her fellow masseuse sisters, seeing commercials and magazines with inferior version of their style being promoted was an equivalent of Carel prostituting them.\n\n [i]It’s not like I was filming them doing massages while they were naked. Hell, it’s not like they do massages while they’re naked! Do they? No, of course they don’t. I really need to stop hanging out with Drega.[/i][i][/i]\n\n “We want compensation, Carel,” Nina told him one day shortly after getting his ninth sponsorship. Standing behind him were all the females who did ashiatsu massages full time and part time.\n\n “Don’t you think that you find ways of getting even with me every day?” Carel asked her with a raised eyebrow.\n\n “Name me several ways I made you compensate,” Nina dared him as she crossed her arms.\n\n “You gave me a back scratch ashiatsu,” Carel rubbed his back as that ashiatsu massage was just yesterday. “You made me give you a paw massage while slapping me in the face with each of them. You used my face as a paw stool while stretching each leg. And those are the punishments I’m willing to share in public…”\n\n “He’s got you there, Nina,” Aina, a lemur dancer stated. She worked by giving dancing lessons for aerobic exercises, but she also gave the occasional massage every once in a while. Carel knew by experience because her capoeira allowed her prehensile feet to stroke every part of his body through different angles.\n\n Nina had a twitching eye from both retorts. She calmed herself with a cleansing breath. The jaguar stared at the coyote with a sharp glare from her eyes.\n\n “You agreed to respect our trade, Carel,” she reminded him. “You even signed a contract too that acknowledges that you have to honor our traditions. If you commit another transgression to our traditions, we will be forced to resort to one of them to make you compensate us for your disrespect.”\n\n [i]Why didn’t I read the contract? It’s the only reason I didn’t fire you when you gave me more back scratches than you should have.[/i][i][/i]\n\n “There won’t be any more transgressions!” Carel snapped, feeling more pressured as he got a call from his tenth sponsor. “Now go back to work! Everybody is getting scared. It’s looking like a riot here.”\n\n It had been a week since then and it was yet another large female with a thing for paws and trampling. The worst part is that he didn’t even bring up the ashiatsu thing, she just knew and wanted to open one with the services.\n\n[i]Not that it stopped her from trampling me for the hell of it.[/i][i][/i]\n\n When he returned to Cardio Coyote the following day, there was something different. First of all, the atmosphere was a bit quiet. There were still members in the gym doing their usual routine, but none of them were talking. Each of them was just going through the moves without any conversation.\n\n [i]Jeez, this is quiet. I’m not a talkative person, but even I find this lack of communication creepy. I feel like I’m in a factory. [/i][i][/i]\n\n Carel went to the massage room to get his daily massage and noticed something strange. All of the masseuses were not doing ashiatsu. They were sitting on top of their customers using traditional massages with their hands. It looked relaxing and they were talking in a cheery mood.\n\n “How was your day?”\n\n “You’re a little tense.”\n\n “Let me untie this knot.”\n\n It’s the first time I see them use their hands rather than their feet. Maybe I’ll get one of those massages.\n\n He moved across the room and noticed that all of the tables were occupied. He also noticed that all of the clients were unusually tense no matter how much the masseuses were rubbing their backs. He also noticed that Nina was absent. \n\n [i]Where the hell is Nina? She is always the first and the last one to be here.[/i][i][/i]\n \n His cell phone started to ring. He opened it and saw a text. It was a single sentence from Nina that he didn’t know how to interpret. Was it an order or a favor? He could only know once he did.\n\n “Go to see Yu Ame Tai.”\n\n\n It had been so long since he visited [i]Yāoráo Michi[/i][i][/i] to see Yu Ame Tai. This was the place where he met Nina. He received his first ashiatsu massage, first from the crane herself, and then from Nina, who finished the job herself. \n\n [i]Damn, this feels like my life is flashing before my eyes. I know that Hitsume Ashiatsu was an assassination art, but Nina won’t kill me just because some gyms are going to do regular ashiatsu in a gym connected to her massage clan, right?[/i][i][/i]\n\n He entered into the building. As usual, the reception felt like entering a traditional oriental place. There was no missing ambience except for the owner of the place not being there to welcome the client.\n\n [i]This is not a good omen.[/i][i][/i]\n\n “Are you here, Yu Ame?” Carel called out. “Nina told me to see you.”\n\n Nobody answered.\n\n [i]No answers. I’m right. This is a bad omen. I should run away from here as fast as possible, but something tells me that the outcome won’t change or it will get worse. I might as well venture forward.[/i][i][/i]\n\n “I’m going to see the next door!” Carel shouted. “If you’re busy with a client, please let me know before the door is opened!”\n\n Slowly, the coyote opened the door and slid it open. It led to the room where he received his first ashiatsu massage. The only difference now was that it was pitch black barring some patches of light from some small windows and that there was nobody there but him.\n\n “What’s happening here?” Carel gulped as he ventured across the room. He took small deliberate steps, hoping that there wouldn’t be massage equipment scattered across the room. Much to his surprise, he didn’t trip or step on something by the time he reached the center.\n\n [i]This is weird. Nina told me to come here to see Yu Ame Tai. But she’s not here. Not even her equipment is present. There’s nothing but darkness, silence, and myself…oh no.[/i][i][/i]\n\n The next thing Carel heard was the flapping of wings. His ears perked up as he took a fighting stance. His nostrils flared as he tried to catch a scent while his legs, waist, and hips work together to change positions in the blink of an eye.\n\n [i]Of course it was an ambush. Yu Ame Tai is the grandmaster of Hitsume Ashiatsu! She’ll probably be just as offended as Nina, if not more. And a ninja helped to create this style so it has ninjutsu techniques like fighting in the dark. I have to rely on hearing and smelling to survive.[/i][i][/i]\n\n He heard a wing flap and he smelled her perfume. She was flying straight at him. It was a full frontal attack.\n \n [i]I can’t counter her even if I know it’s a frontal attack. For one, I’m blind and I can’t fully rely on my senses yet. Two, as a flying opponent, she’s faster than me so I’ll never hit her even if I get the timing right.[/i][i][/i]\n\n He needed to find another attack angle where he could hit her then. Maybe if he dodged the attack and then gave her a cross counter. Even if it didn’t land on the face, if it hit her wing or her ribs, it could still make a good deal of damage on account of her fragile avian body.\n\n His body tensed as he prepared to dodge. It was a matter of seconds to hop to the side and counterattack.\n\n And then there was an unexpected development that marked the difference in skill and experience between the two fighters. A wing flap happened. A gust of wind hit him in the face as the scent stopped for a brief period of time and then moved upward.\n\n [i]She’s changing direction![/i][i][/i]\n\n His line of thoughts was interrupted when he felt a set of talons clamping on his throat and then using that grip to lift his entire body into the air. Carel gasped for breath, trying to break the hold on his throat, but failing as it got tighter and agonizing as his body being shaken like a ragdoll as it was sent flying in loops made the sensation worse.\n\n The flight ended when the talons pinned his body to the ceiling, right into a light source. While Carel couldn’t see Yu Ame Tai, he could see the talons she was using to strangle him and the other set of talons that she was about to use to finish him off.\n\n “Have a good nap, Carel,” the crane’s talons waved at him in a sadistically playful manner as they soon clamped on his snout. \n\n The coyote coughed against the avian’s grip, but he soon gave up against her, moaning under her talons as his eyes slowly closed until he knew no more. \n\n\n He woke up a few hours. The coyote opened his eyes and saw that he was naked and resting on a medical bed designed for massaging. He was in another dark room. He was in sort some of paralysis that didn’t let him move a muscle yet somehow allowed him to feel the air in the room that was caressing his body.\n\n [i]Yu Ame must have hit or kneaded some pressure points when she grabbed me by the face. Did she do it immediately after she caught me or when she knocked me out? I hope she didn’t do it while I was unconscious.[/i][i][/i] \n\n “I’m glad you’re awake.”\n\n Stepping out of the darkness, Nina appeared in front of Carel. A few seconds later, she was followed by a group of her massage sisters. Even in the darkness of the room, Carel noticed a singular fact that he didn’t dare point out, more out of fear of getting a worse punishment for having a smart mouth.\n\n [i]All of them are feline.[/i][i][/i]\n\n Besides the jaguar leading them, there was a tigress, a leopardess, a snow leopardess, a lioness, a lynx, a cougar, a black panther, a serval, a caracal, an ocelot, and a cheetah. He also smelled more of them in the background, hidden in the shadows, but he was sure there were different breeds of cats based on previous encounters with them at work.\n\n [i]Please don’t let the old cat and dog rivalry play a part in this punishment.[/i][i][/i] \n\n “I’m sure you know why you’re here, Carel,” Nina raised an eyebrow at the coyote as she crossed her arms.\nCarel tried to answer. He only muttered a whine.\n\n [i]My lips and my throat. I can’t open them. Yu Ame Tai did something to my vocal chords when she choked me.[/i][i][/i]\n\n “I warned you that there was going to be a punishment for another transgression to Hitsume Ashiatsu so I told our teacher/sifu about it,” Nina took a step forward to the paralyzed coyote. “She wasn’t happy about it so she came up with a punishment that you’ll have to endure if you want us to remain working for you.”\n\n Raising a leg, the jaguar slowly lowered her paw to the coyote’s throat, spreading her toes and placing them there. She kneaded vertically, horizontally, circularly, and then she finished with an elegant movement of toe curling and twisting left to right. Carel gasped as he felt a pressure and heat, followed by recovering the ability to speak.\n\n “What the hell was that?” he asked Nina. His answer was a paw to the snout, muting any other question he may have in mind for her.\n\n “One question at a time or I’ll mute you again,” Nina threatened as her paw left his mouth. “I learned this move from Yu Ame Tai in preparation for this punishment. It was used for interrogation and torture, but now it’s mainly used for punishment against those who wrong Hitsume Ashiatsu.”\n\n “Did you say interrogation and…?” Carel couldn’t even finish his sentence before a lynx paw was pressed against his features. She was smaller than Nina but her paws were larger and fluffier than hers. \n\n [i]I feel like she’s trying to smother me with a pillow. I’m passing out by lack of oxygen. Someone stop her.[/i][i][/i]\n\n “Lighten up on the pressure, Postel,” Nina told the lynx girl. “You’re supposed to mute him instead of smother him. I don’t want to explain this from scratch if he wakes up with no memory of our talk.”\n\n “Sorry,” Postel lifted her paw of Carel’s face, giving him much needed air.\n\n “Only the old school users used this for interrogation and torture,” Nina corrected him with a patronizing tone. “We’re in the twenty-first century so we’re just gonna do something equivalent to hazing.”\n\n “You assaulted me and stripped me naked!” Carel shouted angrily at Nina, which was undermined when his face was obstructed with a large lynx paw obstructing his indignation.\n\n “And you signed a contract without reading the traditions of a red-light district,” Nina countered as she placed her paw on Carel’s chin and drum her toes there. “Who’s the fool here?”\n\n [i]I guess I shouldn’t try to pass the buck. I did see the signs when Yu Ame Tai gave me a massage and my brother does have a shady past. And for better and worse, those ashiatsu massages are my main money makers in those sponsorships. [/i][i][/i]\n\n “Fine,” Carel sighed, bumping his head into the lynx paw and his nose into Nina’s toes. “I will submit to the punishment. What are you gonna do to the me?”\n\n Nina smiled as she was given willing consent. She looked at the lynx, who was eager to begin, and her fellow sisters.\n \n “Surround him.”\n\n Carel felt the paws leave his face. He stared dumbfounded as the twelve large felines were walking around him. From the background, he could see lights glaring at him, which he could assume were the other masseuses waiting their turn.\n\n [i] This is gonna be a long day.[/i][i][/i]\n\n The leopardess twins, his nickname for the leopardess and the snow leopardess struck first, with both of them doing a spin that allowed them to stick a leg and stroke his body while the other felines kept doing their stalking dance. \n\n Carel was left admiring their legs and paws as they rubbed him. The leopardess was yellow and caressing his belly, like a predator aiming for his vital spots. Her paws had soft and thick fur, but she had her claws unsheathed to show her dominance at her defeated boss. The snow leopardess was a greyish with blue tint and aiming for his chest, especially at the diaphragm to ease his breathing. Her paws were broader and they had fur on the underside, making them fluffier when caressing.\n\n [i]I think I like the snow twin better. Her paws are cuter and they don’t threaten to eviscerate me. I think I recall getting a massage from her a while ago. She used a temperature style of cold touch to soothe muscular pain. I think her name was Thanda. And I think her partner used a hot touch massage technique. Her name was Alharu.[/i][i][/i]\n\n When the twins were done their massage, they took a step backward and returned to the dance. The felines kept circling and this time three felines approached him. One of them framed his head between two paws and two framed his sides between their paws. \n\n Carel stared at the paws framing his head and thought that it was the lynx that had smothered him. However, a closer look at the paws made him realize that they were smaller and that the legs were longer. His eyes peered up and he realized that his masseuse this time was a caracal, who put a paw on his face and forced him to look down.\n\n [i]That’s a fair response on your part, Nashat. I guess those parkour lessons you’re teaching are keeping your paws nimble.[/i][i][/i]\n\n As the caracal removed her paw from his face, Carel saw the two felines that surrounded him. The one at his left was a serval named Ratse, and she had the shapeliest legs among her feline compatriots, and was even among the top ten among the females at Cardio Coyote. Her paws were golden yellow with black spots and stripes and long dexterous toes that made her a favorite among customers. The one at his right was an ocelot named Cheiro. She had tawny fur and black markings on her paws. Because of her body odor, Cheiro avoided facial ashiatsu unless her clients had a strong preference for musk or she had strong scents at her disposals.\n\n [i]I guess this is kind of a dream team. Let’s see how it works.[/i][i][/i]\n\n In a flash, the Nashat started by rubbing his shoulders with her paws. She rubbed them and then curled her toes, crunching them with paws perfectly sized for the job. He felt a strong surge of pain that was followed with a sense of relief that was a bit too slow for his taste.\n\n [i]They’re playing good cop and bad cop with a single movement. And that’s only with one of them. What will the other two do?[/i][i][/i]\n\n Ratse and the Cheiro grabbed each other’s hands and used their combined support to balance themselves on top of Carel. Then they started to rub vertically around his body. \n\n Carel gasped at the sensations that the ocelot and the serval were giving his body as they were rubbing him from his belly to his chest and then from his chest to his belly in a clockwise and then counterclockwise motion. He was stuck in a cycle of pain and pleasure as the serval and ocelot each had something to offer.\n\n Ratse was using her nimble toes to the best of their ability. They were pinching, scratching, rubbing, and stroking as best as they could. Sensations of pain and pleasure were attacking him at the same time for every second her paws were moving on his left side.\n\n [i]Those paws are driving me insane. Their touch is like going into a train back and forth to heaven and hell.[/i][i][/i]\n\n Cheiro relied on her body odor of all things for her massage. The first thing Carel noticed after she set foot on him was that her paws were warm and moist. He assumed that it was sweat because of the heat. In reality, it was some sort of body oil that she applied to her paws prior to the session. He could tell because her paws smelled different than the rest of her. She may not have been as dexterous as her serval companion or the rest of her massage sisters, but she knew how to play her strengths and overturn her weaknesses by using chemistry to her advantages.\n\n [i]This ocelot girl put special smelling oils on her paws to dominate her natural odor. It’s like eating a durian fruit. It’s smelly, but the taste is worth the hassle after trying.[/i][i][/i]\n\n Carel’s inner conflict grew stronger as the caracal once again started rubbing his shoulders with her large dexterous paws, dislocating them and setting them back into place with a single motion.\n\n [i]Ugh, they find ways to relax and torture me with their paws. Hitsume Ashiatsu was indeed an art of assassination.[/i][i][/i]\n\n After five minutes of having their turn, the trio left Carel alone, who was panting from overstimulation. His panting turning into hyperventilation when he saw four felines walking to him this time around. \n\n [i]Oh no. I was barely able to take on three of them. Now they want me to take four of them at the same time? I’ll die before I can handle them all![/i][i][/i]\n\n The quartet was a lioness, a cougar, a black panther, and a tigress. Each of them walked to a corner of his body and stood there. They stood precisely in front of his limbs, causing Carel to gulp.\n\n [i]Why do I feel like they’re going to tear me limb from limb rather than give me a massage?[/i][i][/i]\n\n Using the corners of his eyes, Carel focuses on the quartet and tried to see their physical traits and how they were going to use them to torture him.\n\n The cougar, contrary to the stereotype of her species was very young, but she made up by having thigh legs and large paws. She was a part time masseuse named Saute. He didn’t know much of her, but he did see her being in charge of circuit training and he could say that her legs were powerful in terms of sprinting and leaping because he saw her easily complete an obstacle race that he failed miserably. Those tawny paws of hers were ready to get started based on the way her toes were flexing.\n\n The tigress had strong muscular legs with paws colored orange with black stripes. She was a martial artist named Raksha, who worked as a bodyguard for politicians and celebrities. She took the Hitsume Ashiatsu because she was one of the few who knew of its history and because she was so mistrustful that she’d rather learn how to massage than let her clients expose themselves to danger by going to a spa. She wasn’t as good as a masseuse in contrast to her sisters because of her preference in fighting, but she was very good at finding pressure points with her claws, making her an excellent practitioner in the old school parts of Hitsume Ashiatsu.\n\n The black panther was a fellow jaguar like Nina and she worked as a model because of her black coat color. She was a model named Preta, who he had seen in a couple of years ago in magazines, including some lewd ones his brother Drega had bought with him when he started living together with him. Preta was young and very popular as a model, being hired in commercials and magazines in full body or as a body part. However, she grew bored of her lonely lifestyle and decided to get a massage from Yu Ame Tai in a hidden part of the city. Yu Ame Tai noticed that she had a potential and offered her something more than fame or the ability to paralyze people with a simple touch: the chance of making a family. While not as technical as Nina, her paws were softer and they had the ability of practicing the desired effect through a catwalk on the desired limb.\n\n Finally, there was the lioness who stared at him diligently. She had tawny paws and strong legs. Her name was Dawa and she was one of the oldest members of Hitsume Ashiatsu as well as one of the oldest workers of his gym, actually older than his brother. He didn’t know much of her other than she was a divorced sports doctor and therefore knew enough anatomy to hit the sweet spots of any patient as long as she spent enough time familiarizing herself with their bodies. She was as talented with her hands as she was with her paws and even had her own private clinic, hence why she only worked part time at the gym, usually when she was bored or she needed extra cash.\n\n [i]And now the four largest of the felines are gonna tear me limb from limb. [/i][i][/i]\n\n Preta and Dawa settled for his arms, putting a paw on each of his wrists before staring at their compatriots. Meanwhile, Raksha and Saute went for his legs as they each put a paw on an ankle upon getting the signal.\n\n [i]Please let me get out of here with all of my limbs intact.[/i][i][/i]\n\n Preta massaged his left arm with a catwalk that showed her past as a model. He felt her paws moving barely a centimeter as her hips shifted rhythmically with each step she took on him. His eyes wanted to shift to her to admire the panther’s beauty, only restraining themselves to see what damage her sisters were going to rain down on his body. In over a minute, her paws had reached from his wrist to his elbow, and then two minutes later from his elbow to his shoulder. \n\n [i]It doesn’t hurt. She’s as light as a feather. I only feel the warmth of her pads and her fur coursing on my body.[/i][i][/i]\n\n Three minutes later, she continued her catwalk again and the heat continued. It was a total of six minutes, but she had threaded a full circuit into his arm.\n\n [i]It wasn’t so bad. My arm is a bit warm, but it’s not as bad as the other gals. [/i][i][/i]\n\n Carel’s thoughts disappeared the second she started another circuit on his arm. As soon as she gave the first step, he felt her entire weight on his arm. A single caress had turned into an unbearable load.\n\n [i]What’s wrong with her? She was light as a feather and now she’s heavy as a boulder! Did she press several pressure points across my arm all those six minutes she was walking on it?[/i][i][/i]\n\n Another step got Carel wincing and moaning in agony. It was the starting signal for the other girls to start their thing. \n\n Dawa moved both of her paws downward and started palpating his right hand. Her pads were an unusual pink from traveling with special medical sandals to preserve their sensitivity. As soon as she sensed something she disapproved, her toes stretched to unsheathe her claws and she poked Carel on the palm.\n\n “Ah,” Carel bit his lip to prevent himself from yelling at lioness, who kept palpating with her paws.\n\n She grunted with disapproval when she noticed the way the coyote’s fingers were curled. Her boss, even if part-time, was bound to get arthritis if he kept them like this in the long time. Sticking her toes between his fingers, she curled them in a strong vice squeeze, earning a strong popping sound that turned into a cracking one when she splayed her toes to set the fingers straight. \n\n “Gyah!” Carel screamed. He was ready to shout for more when a black paw rested on his mouth.\n\n “Let the doctor speak,” Preta told him as she had finished half a circuit before nodding at the lioness.\n\n “Thank you, Preta,” Dawa smiled in gratitude. Her paws left Carel’s hand and focused on the wrist. \n\n With practiced precision, her right paw rubbed his wrists with her toes before poking a pressure point, causing the hand to relax a bit. \n\n “This should make the pain a bit bearable,” Dawa told Carel before looking at Preta in a motherly way. \n\n “Continue your walk, dear.” She then looked at Raksha and Saute. “I suggest one of you start. I’m going to take a while.”\n\n “I’ll start then,” Raksha stood up and splayed her toes on Carel’s right ankle. “Can’t let you show me off in pressure points.”\n\n [i]I don’t want any more pressure points.[/i][i][/i]\n\n The tigress spread both of her paws over his ankle, letting them travel over his leg, like predators searching for prey. Their claws were unsheathed, ready to strike anything they found desirable. \n\n They moved up and then down, searching for their prey. And yet nothing was there. Carel was having more suffering at the paws of the black panther and the lioness than the tigress right now. \n\n [i]For a tigress who used to be a bodyguard she’s not so tough if she’s taking this long to go to the main event.[/i][i][/i]\n\n He regretted his thoughts when Raksha returned to his ankle. He failed to notice her professional frown turned into a confident and feral smile. Her toes spread eagerly as her paws traveled across his leg again. This time around, the toes curled as they pierced pressure point after pressure point in their wake. Carel yelped and scream in agony more times than he did with the lioness.\n\n [i]I take it back. She’s as good as the others. She’s better than the others. Make her stop. Please make her stop.[/i][i][/i]\n\n Having pressed the points of her choice, Raksha decided to have her fun by letting her claws rake the leg without scratching. The coyote bit his leg, feeling as if the tigress was flaying him alive, even as he was seeing that he was perfectly fine.\n\n\t“I guess it’s my turn,” Saute smiled as she did her turn with the left ankle she neglected for so long. Placing both paws on the ankle, she stroked as hard as she could with her legs. It was a powerful massage, but he didn’t see it as an equal threat to what the other three were doing. \n\n\t[i]Other than pulling my fur a bit, I have bigger things to worry about than mild discomfort.[/i][i][/i]\n\n\tHis worries became apparent when the skin beneath his fur was turning raw from the force she was putting on his leg. He was sure she was brushing it with her paws through sheer leg strength. \n\n\t[i]This is just like the panther, but with brute force rather than finesse. Cougar paws are not to be underestimated.[/i][i][/i]\n\n\t“Let’s see if my work here is done,” Saute mused to herself as she spread her toes and poked Carel’s leg. The coyote yelped as she poked him on the elbow. “I guess my work here is done.”\n\n\t“As is mine,” Raksha smiled as her toes sheathed her claws and left Carel’s right leg alone. \n\n\t“And I am finished with my patient,” Dawa twisted Carel’s arms with her paws, correcting the bone position and setting the joint straight with a satisfying pop. “He’ll thank me later one day.”\n\n\t“And I am finished with my circuit,” Preta got off his arm.\n\n\tThe four large felines got off Carel and returned to the walking circle, leaving a panting Carel to recover for a minute or two.\n\n\t[i]That was hell. There wasn’t even a minute of pleasure. Let’s see. I think Nina and Postel gave me a piece of punishment at the beginning. That means the cheetah is the last one. I think her name was Cheche. I just have to bear it. I can do this.[/i][i][/i]\n\n\tTwo minutes passed and the cheetah appeared…along with Nina and Postel.\n\n\t“Oh come on!” Carel yelled. “You and the lynx girl already punished me.”\n\n\t“The punishment didn’t start yet so that didn’t count,” Nina started as she walked by Carel’s side and kicked him on the side. \n\n\t“Ugh,” Carel grunted in pain as the jaguar’s kick turned him around so that he was lying on his belly. \n\n\t[i]Things are not as good as I expected, but that’s okay. I already survived a three-on-one assault. I can do it again. And they haven’t hurt my back yet. Plus, I know Nina and Postel so I’m ready for them this time.[/i][i][/i]\n\n\t“Since you had so much fun with his face last time, you can give him the backwards facial ashiatsu,” Nina told the lynx girl.\n\n\t“Yes!” Postel cheered as she immediately jumped on Carel’s back, earning a grunt from him. The coyote didn’t have a chance to protest before her paws clamped across his face.\n\n\t“I want you to do the friction rub all over his back, Cheche!” Nina instructed the cheetah as she got her on top of Carel’s back. “I want his back to be as smooth as possible so that I can reach his spine.”\n\n\t“Alright,” Cheche nodded. “But why do you want to reach his spine? You massaged him many times. I’m sure you can reach it easily.”\n\n\t“Phase two requires me to heighten his sensitivity so I need to hit all of the pressure points in the vertebrae,” Nina smiled. “Trust me, it will be worth it.”\n\n\t“I’ll start at the bottom and move to the top,” Cheche grinned, trusting in Nina’s judgment.\n\n\t“And I’ll smother him in an out of consciousness until you’re done,” Postel promised, demonstrating by closing and opening her paws to show her ability to control his air flow with them.\n\n\tCarel gasped for air, even if it was filled with her paw sweat and musk. He was trying to see with light even among her toe gaps and the medicinal bed beneath him. He didn’t feel anything besides the lynx on top of him wrapping her warm and moist paws on his face. That was until a pair of cheetah paws were rubbing his back with blinding speed that literally shocked him.\n\n\t[i]What the hell was that? Did this girl put a taser on her toes?[/i][i][/i]\n\n\tAt first the paws pinched him with their claws. Then they burned him a bit with friction from their pads. Then he felt a bit of static electricity. His fur flattened underneath them. His mind’s eyes visualized what was happening to him. The cheetah’s paws were small, light yellow, and with spots for what he could remember. They had semi-retractable claws and the pads were dark from years of running. The way the paws were rubbing was like running, grinding the fur until it was like combed grass. He felt his back was more sensitive than before. His eyes widened as he realized what that entailed.\n\n\t[i]Oh no. She’s going to finish sooner than I thought I need to get out of here.[/i][i][/i]\n\n\tHis resolution to escape was cut short when the lynx smothered her paws into his face. This time around her paws showed her dominance by twisting his head to the sides, up and down, left and right, and even spinning it around to show that resistance was futile. At the same time, the cheetah’s paws had already reached his middle back.\n\n\tThe lynx paws let him go. Carel was left with his tongue out, drooling and trying to survive. Seeing that he was fading out, Postel made sure that he was kept awake.\n\n\t“Stay alive,” her paws slapped his cheek, first one slap at a time and then two slaps at the same time. \n\n\t“Why should I?” he mumbled, more out of despair than defiance.\n\n\t“Because she’s nearly done,” she cheered as her paws playfully squeezed his cheeks in and tugged them out.\n\n\tAt her words, Carel felt the cheetah’s paws on his upper back while he also felt a familiar set of paws already on his lower back. Their toes were already tracing their claws on his spine. \n\n\t[i]This won’t end well.[/i][i][/i]\n\n\tThe claws poked the end of his spine and he felt a sudden heat and pressure at the end of his groin with a blush spreading on his face.\n\n\t“Are you blushing?” Postel asked Carel. “Do you like my paws so much that you’re blushing or you just need air that much?”\n\n\t“Get out of him, girl,” Nina ordered her. “You’ll get your fun with him later.”\n\n\t“Ow,” Postel groaned as she got out of Carel and let Cheche continue her massage without interruptions or physical obstacles preventing him from reaching her final destination. \n\n\t[i]Good riddance. [/i][i][/i]\n\n\tWith the lynx gone, he could breathe again. Not only that, Cheche was going to finish her massage in a few minutes so she was going to end this soon. The problem was that Nina was already doing her damage thanks to the cheetah’s efforts.\n\n\t“Ouch,” Carel yelped as the cheetah’s paws were already on his neck, preparing Nina’s access to his cervical vertebrae.\n\n\t“Sorry about that,” Cheche apologized. “My massage is usually very polarizing. Some people like it because of the friction and static and others don’t.”\n\n\t“I’m not in the mood for electricity puns, girl,” Carel grunted as he felt Nina’s claws poking his thoracic vertebrae in the middle of his back. “Just get out of my back and prepare yourself for whatever you and the other girls are gonna do to me. I want to get this over as soon as I can.”\n\n\t“You might be in here for a while,” Cheche shrugged her shoulders as she hopped out of the coyote.\n\n\t“What do you…?” Carel yelped as Nina’s paws quickly reached the cervical vertebrae, popping them and poking them with her claws. \n\n\t“Did you miss me?” Nina asked him.\n\n\t“You really outdid yourself this time,” Carel growled. “Having twelve large felines take turns to punish me is a new record.”\n\n\t“That’s not the entire punishment, Carel,” Nina smiled as her paw gave a twist on his neck, increasing his body sensations and making the sensation more painful than it should have felt.\n\n\tThe jaguar jumped from the coyote and gently pushed him with her paw, revealing a large boner to her companions. The sight of it caused all of them to openly wonder in amazement and lust. The only one who reacted in horror was Carel, who screamed in horror and embarrassment.\n\n\t“Ah! Turn me around! Turn me around!”\n\n\t“Sorry, but this is the true punishment,” Nina smiled smugly.\n\n\t“And what was that thing that you and the other girls did?” Carel snarled angrily, finding the last few minutes too much of a punishment to be considered nothing.\n\n\t“We were tired of Nina hogging all the punishment for yourself,” Raksha scoffed at Carel. “Most of us work part-time so we don’t mind, but there are those who do take it personal. As a martial artist, I was one of the first ones besides Nina who were offended by your shameless displays of our art.”\n\n\t“I don’t hog him to myself!” Nina turned to the tigress. “I’m the only one who cared about Hitsume Ashiatsu being disgraced. You girls only started to care after five sponsorships!”\n\n\t“Doesn’t change the fact that you still massage him for yourself more than half the time you’re around,” Postel muttered jealously. “Most of the masseuses who work at Cardio Coyote only massaged him once. Are you dating or something?”\n\n\t“No!” Carel and Nina answered simultaneously with a blush. As they answered, a singular though crossed their mind.\n\n\t[i]Why does everyone always ask me the same question?[/i][i][/i]\n\n\t“She just happens to be the first masseuse at the store and I need a massage,” Carel used the first excuse he always used to explain the ashiatsu massages Nina gave him. \n\n\t“He looks very stressed and he comes to me as a client,” Nina answered immediately. “It’s not my fault that I just happen to be the first worker at the gym.”\n\n\t“Well, we all wanted a piece of him,” Preta purred, staring more at Carel’s member than at Carel himself. “It’s not fun to use Hitsume Ashiatsu if all we’re gonna use it for is massaging people.”\n\n\t“You’re the only one who use it to fight, massage, and torture,” Nashat lifted a leg and wiggled her toes. “We deserved a piece of that action.”\n\n\t“Speaking of action,” Cheiro stared at Carel, more specifically to his erect member. “When are we getting to the good part?”\n\n\tSighing, Nina decided to explain the punishment to avoid discussing the complex relationship between her and Carel.\n\n\t[i]I’d rather he’d be my client than my boss. Who am I kidding? With that paw fetish of his, we’d still be in this relationship.[/i][i][/i]\n\n\t\"After killing the warlord who made them slaves, the ancestors of Yu Ame Tai took refuge with the clan of the ninja who trained them. They taught them ninjutsu, but they’d have to use their new massage techniques on their enemies from now on. The cranes developed several techniques to torture and interrogate their enemies thanks to the ninja capturing enemies for them.\"\n\n\t[i]Why did they have to bring the torture and interrogation part again?[/i][i][/i]\n\n\t“They first started by paralyzing the victims with pressure points in the skull, which our sensei/sifu already did during her fight with Carel,” Nina as she patted Carel’s head with her paw. \n\n\t[i]So that’s what the fight was all about. That crane is very sneaky.[/i][i][/i]\n\n\t“The second part was to use the spinal cord to stimulate the nerves while keeping the victims paralyzed,” Nina traced her paw vertically from the top of Carel’s head downward to his body.\n\n\t[i]I don’t like where this is going.[/i][i][/i]\n\n\t“Finally, they sexually stimulated their victims, knowing that their paralysis would not let them climax,” Nina grinned as her paw reached Carel’s erection. The coyote grunted when her pads, flicked his member. “All the pleasure was turned into pressure and then into pain…and then…well that depends on the story.”\n\n\t“What happens in the story?” Carel asked hurriedly. Any story where a man’s balls where hurt was worth knowing if it was going to repeat itself on the listener.\n\n\t“Legend says that the victims died from pain caused when their blood vessels ruptured and they died of blood loss by ejaculating blood,” Dawa stared at the member, wondering if it was true out of scientific curiosity. “Others say that the victims just died out of a heart attack out of stress. Being a lioness of science, I wanted to see where this technique with my own eyes.”\n\n\t“There’s a legend that says that one victim suffered extreme pain that was turned into pleasure, causing him to die in extreme bliss,” Preta recounted.\n\n\t“Are you going to kill me?” Carel asked in horror.\n\n\t“We’re not going to kill you!” Nina growled at him. “This is the 21st century! We have lives! We’re not ruining them just because of a barefoot massage society.”\n\n\t“Then what will you do to me?” Carel asked, relieved that he will live, but still scared that he will suffer.\n\n\t“I’ll start first,” Nashat smiled. “It’s been a while since I tried this in college. It’s a good thing my parkour classes made my paws extra nimble.”\n\n\tHer tawny paws covered in little brown spots approached his members and gave it a firm squeeze. Carel gasped as they moved up and down, one slightly above the other.\n\n\t[i]She’s giving me a pawjob! Oh my God! She’s giving me a pawjob! Does this mean I’m getting a pawjob from every girl in this room! I’m getting twelve different pawjobs in one day? Am I dreaming?[/i][i][/i]\n\n\t“You’re pretty good at this,” Cheche smiled, watching the paws pick a rhythm.\n\n\t“I had a boyfriend once who was on heat all the time,” Nashat explained as her paws picked up the pace. “I jerked him off when I started getting tired of sex so one day I kicked him away and used my paws to gross him out. It turned out that he liked it and so did I. It saved our relationship…for a couple of months.”\n\n\t“Sorry about that,” Ratse apologized in sympathy.\n\n\t“Don’t apologize,” the caracal’s paws angrily squeezed, more out of reflex for the bad memory than antipathy towards Carel. “Any person who’s in a relationship for the sex is not worth dating.”\n\n\t“I think he’s ready to burst,” Preta observed, seeing as the dick in the caracal’s paws was twice as thick now.\n\n\t“I’ll let it go now,” the caracal smiled. “Thanks for the good memories, Carel. Do try to be more respectful to your masseuses next time.”\n\n\tCarel whined as her paws let go of his member. He was in so much pain that he saw it fall in slow motion…just in time to see a pair of cheetah paws grab it from the tip.\n\n\t“Hey!” ten voices belonging to unsatisfied felines yelled at the cheetah who rushed in to grab the dick before any of them had the chance.\n\n\t“First come first serve,” Cheche grinned as her paws started pumping. The movement got Carel to gasp. “Speaking of serving, cheetahs like to go all out!”\n\n\tCarel gave a strangled cry of pleasure as Cheche squeezed his shaft and pumped with a rhythm that slowly increased without missing a beat. There was no signs of stopping with every pump of her paws. Carel gripped the ends of his bed with his claws and bit his lips to the point of bleeding as the cheetah drove him to a climax that would never come.\n\n\t[i]My dick’s on fire. It feels like it’s gonna explode![/i][i][/i]\n\n\t“I’m gonna let go now, Carel” Cheche told him as her paws reached her maximum speed. “As soon as my paws release you, one of you girls better get a grip on his dick before it recovers.”\n\n\t“Let it recover!” Carel coughed, barely articulating his thoughts in a mixture of pain and pleasure.\n\n\t“It’s too late for that!” Cheche spread her legs, letting her paws drop his dick to the floor. Carel released a high pitched yelp as his rock hard member hit the mattress, almost as if it had hit the floor itself. As soon as his dick bounced, it was caught by another pair of paws.\n\n\t“And I’m ready for another catwalk,” Preta winked at Carel as her paws surrounded his dick, one above and one below his shaft. \n\n\t[i]Why do I have a bad feeling regarding this paw position?[/i][i][/i]\n\n\tAs soon as her legs moved, Carel grunted at the unnatural pressure he felt in his groin. The black panther’s right paw moved downward and her left paw moved up. Base to tip and tip to base, each paw was moving in a circuit the same way the pair traveled across his arm. The circuit was faster since the length was shorter and the pass were swifter compared to last time, but the pain and pleasure was greater since the platform they were exploring was more sensitive than the last one.\n\n\t[i]I can’t take this anymore. This is my third pawjob already and I haven’t been able to cum yet. I still have nine pairs of paws to endure. I think I’m going to die![/i][i][/i]\n\n\t“Twelve circuits are enough,” Preta stated as her paws finished their sixth one already. “One circuit is meant for each one of us. Is it fair?”\n\n\t“Just end it already!” Carel yelled at Preta as she finished her seventh circuit.\n\n\t“Such a naughty boy,” Petra tittered as her paws gave the eight circuit. “I guess you’re ready to face the other nine pairs of paws.”\n\n\t“Carel grunted as Petra gave him the ninth circuit. He whined as her paws squished him on the tenth circuit. He nearly broke in tears when the paws ground and twisted in a pirouette in the eleventh circuit. And he thanked the heavens when they gave the twelfth circuit and let him go.\n\n\t[i]It’s all over.[/i][i][/i]\n\n\t“It’s my turn now!” Saute yelled before any of her friends had the chance of making the first move. Her left paw yanked Carel’s shaft, pulling it towards her, while her right paw rested itself on top of its head.\n\n\t[i]It’s not over.[/i][i][/i] Carel suppressed the urge to cry as the cougar’s rough treatment of his member put him in too much of a shock to say anything.\n\n\t“That’s just dirty,” Nina protested as she saw the cougar’s left paw pull on the shaft while the right one was polishing the head.\n\n\t“You’re just jealous that somebody other than you is having fun with our boss,” Saute playfully stuck out her tongue as she switched her paws. Her right paw was now the one stroking the shaft and the left one was playing with the head.\n\n\t“I am not jealous!” Nina turned her head to the ceiling, knowing that avoiding eye contact by turning to the side was impossible without being seen by Carel or her fellow masseuses. “How long do you plan on doing that?”\n\n\t“In a few minutes,” Saute smiled. “But I suggest that you prepare yourself because you have seven other girls competing with you for his sausage.”\n\n\t“Actually five,” Dawa corrected as she stared at her cougar friend. “Thanda and Alharu want to try their thermal techniques on Carel so they are currently cooling and warming their paws respectively. They will take some time in getting their paws ready so we won’t compete with them for a while.”\n\n\t “Well, lucky bastards,” Saute spread her toes across Carel’s dick. “You girls get less competititon for a while and he gets a pair of hot and cold paws for a pawjob. How’s that for a treat?”\n\n\t“It’s not when your dick is so hard that you feel it’s gonna break,” Carel grunted.\n\n\t“You’ll feel better in no time,” Saute smiled as she pulled the dick back with her paw and let go. \n\n\tThe member was slingshot back and forth with the inertia putting strain to its insides. Watching it move like that intimidated the masseuses, except for one whose paws caught it with a firm yet gentle grip.\n\n\t“For shame, Saute, have a bit of care with Carel!” Dawa scolded as her paws started palpating the shaft. “I know we’re supposed to be punishing him, but we’re also supposed to make sure Carel leaves this place in one piece.”\n\n\t[i]If you want me to leave in one piece, please stop touching my dick. It’s starting to hurt after the fourth pawjob.[/i][i][/i]\n\n\t“Fine, Dawa,” Saute rolled her eyes. “Use your magical healing paws to satisfy him so that we can see if we should pawjob him unconscious.”\n\n\t“My paws are not magical,” Dawa scoffed as her paws started squeezing the shaft to palpate it for damage. “Even if some of my patients call them as such.”\n\n\t“What’s the status, doctor?” Raksha asked, more out of curiosity to continue the punishment rather than end it.\n\n\t“It’s a bit too swollen,” Dawa diagnosed with a bit of concern. “I can see why this was a technique of torture and death. I think I’ll have to use some modifications to make it bearable while still fitting under the parameters of punishment.”\n\n\t“What modifications will you make?” Nina asked as she watched the lioness’ paws move back and forth and then up and down.\n\n\t“I will use some pressure points to reduce swelling and also reduce the sensations of pressure so that the pain will be halved,” Dawa explained as her toes started to knead Carel, earning moans from the coyote. “I suggest we make him cum once the twelfth of us places her paws on him.”\n\n\t“Fine,” Nina sighed in compliance. “But she’ll have to press the pressure point to do so or it won’t work.”\n\n\t“I think my work here is done,” Dawa smiled in satisfaction as she removed her paws from Carel. His dick was still erect, but it was slightly smaller and he wasn’t in as much pain as before.\n\n\t“I’ll be the judge of that, old friend,” Raksha intruded as she occupied the spot the lioness abandoned and placed her outstretched legs into the coyote’s lap.\n\n\tHer pawjob was a firm vertical push with both paws. Carel gasped, but it was more of a regular gasp from a pent-up person rather than the usual gasps of pain that he experienced all over the session.\n\n\t“I guess Dawa did a good job,” Raksha smiled as her paws pressed harder and her thrusts become slower to focus more on her physical strength and pressure.\n\n\t“She did,” Carel admitted. “It still hurts. But it doesn’t hurt as much as it did before her turn. I don’t know how to feel about it.”\n\n\t[i]I’m not sure why, but I feel that Miss Dawa just delayed the inevitable.[/i][i][/i]\n\n\t“You should give her paws a good licking one day,” Raksha teased as she pressed her paws as hard as she could. “I’d say that’s a good way to repay the debt.”\n\n\t“I’ll lick them!” Carel cried out. “Stop pressing!”\n\n\t“Oh, you tease,” Dawa giggled while Nina was suppressing a snarl.\n\n\tSmiling at dominating the canine who was supposed to be her boss, Raksha took her paws away from him and offered her place to the girls.\n\n\t“Who’s next?” she asked to the remaining masseuses.\n\n\t“It’s my turn now!” Nina cried out, finally tired of watching other females having their way with Carel. Hearing Carel admitting his desire of licking Dawa’s paws only piss her off further.\n\n\t[i]When I’m through with you, I’ll make sure you’ll have my paws imprinted on your mind, you two-timing mutt![/i][i][/i]\n\n\tHer paws gently grabbed his shaft and pulled to the right in a curved fashion.\n\n\t“Ah,” Carel moaned at the tugging motion Nina’s paws made.\n\n\t[i]You like that first move. Then you’ll love the rhythm.[/i][i][/i]\n\n\tNina’s paws moved in tandem, pushing and pulling, as the skin of his shaft was moved back and forth while the member was put down into his belly and then lifted into the air. \n\n\t“Up and down, front and back,” Nina chanted as her paws moved with the motions while Carel provided harmony with his moans. “Which way will my paws go next?”\n\n\t[i]Now we’ll up the ante with some speed and pressure.[/i][i][/i]\n\n\tUsing her leg muscles, Nina’s paws squeezed Carel’s shaft with different types of strength. Playful squeezes earned giggles, moderate grips elicited gasps of pleasures, and strong crushes earned squeals of pain. Nina supplemented this by alternating the speed at which her paws moved by going from slow to fast at a moment’s notice, leaving Carel vulnerable to many stimuli at once.\n\n\t[i]Bet you’re loving this, Carel.[/i][i][/i]\n\n\tSpeed, strength, and technique did their number on Carel as he was left twitching from pain and pleasure despite his paralysis. Seeing his state, Nina’s paws finally left his vulnerable side and left him to his next tormentor.\n\n\t“I hope that taught you a lesson,” Nina said haughtily without looking at him. For a second, Carel thought that she was trying to give him a message, but he was so overwhelmed with the conflicting physical sensations that he couldn’t even make a coherent sentence, or even think of one.\n\n\t“It’s my turn next!”\n\n\tEverybody but Carel turned around to see a triumphant Alharu return to the group with a confident smile on her face. She was strutting as steam was coming out of her paws and her left hand.\n\n\t“What took you so long?” asked Ratse, having wondered why Alharu took so long even if she already knew the answer.\n\n\t“I wanted my paws to be warm enough for this massage,” Alharu winked at Ratse as she gave her some hot stone in her hands, causing her to wince and drop them on the floor. “Be careful with those things. Miss Yu Ame Tai will be mad if you lose them.”\n\n\t“Hot…paws,” Carel whimpered in horror. His dick was very sensitive because of the pressure points and being rubbed by seven pairs of paws. Not only was it getting rubbed by an eight pair, but this pair was steaming hot. There was no way he could take that.\n\n\t[i]I’m going to die before this punishment is over. This pair of paws is definitely going to kill me before the punishment is over.[/i][i][/i]\n\n\tAlharu sat behind Carel and spread her legs to the sides. She brought them closer to the base of his member and made sure her right paw was above while the left was below.\n\n\t[i]It was good while it lasted.[/i][i][/i]\n\n\tThe steaming paws touched him. The pads of the right paw were hot, but they were not as scalding hot as he expected them to be. And the fur of the left paw was hot, but it felt like he was being rubbed by a thick warm towel that had been twisted into something very solid.\n\n\tStatice stuck out his tongue as steam came out from his dick, more specifically from the paws that touched it. They rubbed his base and then moved around the shaft and into the head, which started leaking precum. The precum acted as lubricant for the journey back to the base.\n\n\t[i]This feels better than the other massages.[/i][i][/i]\n\n\t“Now to switch paws,” Alharu smiled as this time she placed the left paw with the pads above the base and the right paw below with the toes underneath. They slide across the shaft, faster because the region was lubricated compared to the first trip. After the return home, Alharu used the fur of her paws to dry the precum of his dick for the next girl in the group.\n\n\t“I’m done,” Alharu announced. “He’s all yours, girls. Better finish this quick before he cums.”\n\n\tThe remaining girls and those who serviced Carel before her stared at his manhood and noticed that it was standing erect, bigger than ever. The warmth of her heated paws had enlarged his girth to near climax.\n\n\t“Oh great,” Nina complained. “You do realize that even with pressure points Carel will cum in a few strokes? Where’s Thanda? Maybe her cold paws can reverse his dick size to a normal one to continue the treatment.”\n\n\t“She’s still freezing her paws with cold water,” Alharu informed her, a bit too smugly, as she spread her toes and released steam from them. “She’s always been a bit of a perfectionist. If she loses her turn, it will be her fault.”\n\n\t“Well, I won’t miss my turn,” Ratse announced as she spread her dexterous toes. “I am sure that guy will cum with a dick that thick. I’m taking my turn as soon as possible.”\n\n\t“Already beat you to it,” Postel teased as she was sitting behind Carel. The lynx’s large fluffy paws were perfectly sized in proportion to the coyote’s swollen dick. With a tender movement, the paws embraced their target.\n\n\t“That hits the spots,” Postel sighed as her paws were warmed by the steam. “Your dick feels like a sauna. How do my paws feel, Carel?”\n\n\t[i]They feel like a sauna too.[/i][i][/i]\n \n Carel moaned. He couldn’t vocalize his thoughts. Her paws were not as hot as the ones the leopardess heated, but Postel had large paws and thick fur that made them naturally warm in terms of body heat. That natural body heat continued the torture that Alharu put him through shortly after she was done with him.\n\n “Funny thing about me is that I rarely get to do this,” Postel giggled. “Every time I try to do a pawjob, it turns out my partners don’t have a dick big enough for my paws. You’re one of the few that can handle my paws. That’s why I’m giving you a very slow one. I want you to enjoy yourself.”\n\n [i]Why did she have to give me such a romantic gesture in the middle of an agonizing moment? Now I won’t be able to enjoy it.[/i][i][/i]\n\n The lynx’s paws moved slowly for minutes up and down in a classic pawjob movement. It was very intimate in contrast to her playful face smothering that knocked Carel out a few moments ago. After five minutes, she was finally done.\n\n “Call me if you ever want a delicate touch, Carel,” Postel winked at the coyote, who couldn’t even see the gesture.\n\n “What he needs is the most appropriate musk?”\n\n Carel gasped as his respite was interrupted when a pair of lubricated paws grasped his dick and pulled it to the left in a curve. He noticed the paws had white toes, were tawny fur, and had spots of dark brown fur. The most defining aspect were that the paws were emanating a strong body odor and that the paws were lubricated as they traveled across his dick. \n\n [i]I know those paws…mostly for the smell…they belong to…[/i][i][/i]\n\n “What do you think you’re doing, Cheiro?” Ratse demanded as she saw the ocelot jerking off the coyote. “I called dibs on Carel earlier before Postel stole my turn.”\n\n “You’ll make him cum with those nimble toes of yours before I get my turn,” Cheiro deadpanned, stopping her motions, but fanning her toes at Carel to keep stimulating him. “It’s better if I have a go at him and then Thanda cools him off with her cold paws so that you can finish him off.”\n\n “She makes a good point, Ratse,” Thanda smiled, making the serval cry out in surprise. “Wouldn’t it be great if you were the one who made him cum at the end?”\n\n The serval stood there for a minute, ignoring the jealous and murderous glare that Nina was giving her. “Fine,” she smiled. “But only if I make him cum. If either of you make him cum, you’ll owe me big time.”\n\n “It’s a deal,” Thanda smiled and then nodded at the ocelot.\n\n “It’s a promise,” Cheiro grinned as she pulled back her legs, wiggled her toes a bit to air out her new scent, and then returned to stroking Carel. It was a rinse and repeat process that left the coyote on the verge of ecstasy.\n\n “Your…paws,” Carel spoke, trying to make a question.\n\n “I lubricated them with a special oil that complimented my body odor,” Cheiro smiled as she showed him her shiny pink pads. “My pads are shiny, they’re sleeker for stroking, and they’re an aphrodisiac as well. Didn’t you notice your dick getting bigger than ever?”\n\n Carel lowered his eyes and noticed that his dick was bigger with each stroke he got, more specifically, he did felt a sensation on his member every time Cheiro flashed him her paws.\n\n [i]It’s like she’s dropkicking me in the face with lust.[/i][i][/i]\n\n It was a pattern of stroke, pull, and flash. She stroked him, pulled his dick away from him, flashed her paws at him, and then repeated the cycle as his dick got thicker and he smelled her paws from a distance. She stopped once his dick couldn’t get any bigger.\n\n “That’s enough out of me,” Cheiro smiled. “Thanda needs to cool you down so that Raste can have her turn.”\n\n “Thank you, Cheiro,” Thanda smiled at the departing ocelot. “Just like you and Alharu, I prepared my paws for this occasion. Take a good look at them, Carel.”\n\n Carel stared at the snow leopardess and noticed that there was a strange mist surrounding the paws. It was thicker and whiter than the steam surrounding Alharu when she used the heating stones on her paws.\n\n [i]What the hell did she do? Did she use liquid nitrogen on her paws? No. Think Carel! You already had this massage once. What method did she use? Well, she didn’t tell you, but you did try to guess.[/i][i][/i]\n\n “I’M FREEZING!” Carel screamed as the snow leopardess already clasped her paws on his member. She gently clamped the base with one paw and the tip of the member with the other paw.\n\n Despite the coldness of her paws, his dick was still erect. He watched as those grey paws covered in dots kept rubbing him with all the love of a warmth hearted person despite the coldness of their touch.\n\n “Ice helps to reduce swelling by reducing the temperature of the injury, so I wondered if maybe I could use that on my ashiatsu massages,” Thanda explained as she stroked. “I mainly use a box of ice or very cold water, but my paws are perfect to reduce bruises and swelling.”\n\n “She’s right,” Alharu smiled proudly at her best friend. “It’s why most of her client are injured athletes. Her paws are better than an ice package. If you don’t believe it, check your dick.”\n\n Carel focused on the paws stroking him and noticed the result. He was still erect because of their pleasurable technique. But their cold body temperature had reduced the size of his dick, making the stroking more bearable since Nina and Alharu had their turn with him.\n\n “I think it’s time you had your release and Ratse had her turn,” Thanda smiled as her paws finally left Carel alone. “Did Nina give you the release pressure points to finish him off?”\n\n “No,” the serval crossed her arms and gave the jaguar and accusing look. “She did not. You mind giving me those pressure points, Nina. They must be important if Thanda wants me to use them.”\n\n Nina stared at her, then at Thanda, then at her group, then at the other students looking at her from the shadows, and then at Carel, who at this point was silently begging her for mercy. Sighing, the jaguar whispered some words into the serval’s ear, who nodded in appreciation.\n\n Ratse sat in front of Carel and squeezed his length with her long slender toes. She went straight to the point.\n\n Carel gasped as all of the pressure that accumulated in his nether regions was accumulated in one region. Even with his dick feeling outwardly cold from the freezing paw massage he got from Thanda, there was a burning sensation building within his member.\n\n [i]They’re heavy. My balls are heavy![/i][i][/i]\n\n Ratse spread her toes, curling them in front, above, and to the side as she pumped his dick. It was unlike any pawjob he received. Skilled toes, agile paws, and swift legs working in tandem to satisfy her client. \n\n [i]Is she triggering the pressure points Nina told her about? No. Something is telling me she’s not doing that yet. This pawjob is all her.[/i][i][/i]\n\n “I can’t take this anymore,” Carel begged. “I think I’m gonna die. Make it quick, Ratse! End it now!”\n\n “You’re the boss!” Ratse gave a feral grin as her serval toes finally pressed the pressure points Nina told her about.\n\n Her paws separated from each other. Her toes spread out in different directions and then curled inwards to press different points in the shaft. Then the paws gave a single stroke and Carel howled in pleasure as his dick erupted with mountains of cum. \n\n In a display of jealously, Nina pressed her paws on Carel’s dick, wanting to feel the sensation of his cum coming out of his dick into her paws. Before Ratse could protest, the rest of the girls joined in as they each pressed their paws on Carel’s dick, feeling that they each contributed to his orgasm.\n\n The coyote was blushing, tongue sticking out as he was stuck in a sensation of pain turning into pleasure in a single second. Once the last bit of cum came out of him, Nina and her friend took their paws of his dick. \n\n Carel gasped, heavily exhausted for his whole ordeal. To his surprise, he was able to move his head a bit, almost as if his orgasm gave him back some motor abilities.\n\n “Is it over?” he asked Nina. “Can I go back home?”\n\n “It’s over for us,” Nina panted as she pointed to herself and her friends.\n\n “Thank God,” Carel sighed in relief.\n\n “But you’re gonna have to tell that to the other apprentices,” Nina pointed at the glowing eyes staring at them.\n\n “Other apprentices,” Carel lifted his head and noticed that there were other people staring at them, eyes that belonged to the apprentices that stayed in the background, the apprentices he forgot were there because he was preoccupied with his torture.\n\n “I don’t remember how many other felines there are,” Nina admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed. “But most of them are cats. Then you can move to the canines.”\n\n “There’s more!” Carel shouted in alarm.\n\n “Yes,” she confirmed. “We took turns by families. Felines came first. Canines came next. You’ll find out the order as it comes along though.”\n\n “But we’re not even done with my punishment!” Carel yelled as he watched the other masseuses marching towards him. He noticed many paws of different sizes and colors surround him. Some had their claws sheathed and others had them unsheathed. \n\n “I know,” Nina yawned in exhaustion. “The canines are probably getting exhausted so the lower feline members will have to give you a trample pawjob orgy. It will be quicker, albeit just as intense as what you experienced.”\n\n “How is that comforting?” Carel shouted as he noticed Nina and the other girls leaving, noticing that they were talking about wiping their paws.\n\n “If you’re knocked out, you won’t feel any pain,” Nina winked at him. “See you later, Carel.”\n\n Carel was left speechless as the jaguar left. Then his expression turned to horror as he noticed his vision filled with paws with pink, grey, brown, and black pads. Realizing what was gonna happen, Carel let out a scream of frustration, which was muffled when a dozen pair of paws pressed all over his body.\n\n First it was pressure, then it was pain, then it was pleasure, then it was nothing but pitch black darkness. And then he rested.\n\n\n\n\t\n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "                                                                 Ashiatsu Assault


         “Thank you for your sponsorship,” Carel spoke into the phone with a grateful tone, hanging up on it.

                 And with this I reached my tenth sponsor supporting the gym. Now Cardio Coyote will definitely stay afloat for a long while.

               It took a lot of calling, traveling, talking…and some unusual convincing with females with strong personalities and a fondness for…standing over those beneath them, but he accomplished his goal. He got the support of ten companies and enterprises who were willing to sponsor his gym and its products, even being willing to let him open branches in their cities at some point in the future.

            Everybody was happy when he made the announcement. His brother who helped him set up the gym. His loyal customers who went there ever since he opened it. And most of his workers were happy with his success because it meant better salaries for them and greater improvements for the main gym.

          However, there was a certain faction that wasn’t satisfied with the agreement. That was faction was led by the jaguar Nina.  And standing behind her were her fellow masseuse sisters.

        The coyote sighed as he remembered her initial issue with him. During his first sponsorship, his first business partner was unsatisfied with his product, a pair of paw shaped sneakers for exercising. Unwilling to lose her support, Carel listed all of the services his gym provided, including the ashiatsu massages. This peaked his client’s interest as she was a large individual with a fondness for trampling. After teaching her ashiatsu by letting him practice on him, she agreed to sponsorship as long as the gyms in her city provided the service.

        That was an unusual interview, but it wasn’t the last one or the weirdest one. Hell, chances are that I’ll probably get into more of those shenanigans in the future regardless of whether the gym is involved or not.

        The thing that offended Nina was that the massage session was videotaped and used as a commercial to advertise the gym. She was offended by the dragoness and her ashiatsu style being focused on crushing and stomping rather than on a relaxation technique. She was even more offended by Carel offering himself as a model, having recognized the model in the commercial by his body type as a result of countless massage sessions she gave him since he hired her.

       I don’t know why, but something tells me that there was a hint of jealously when she told me that last part.
Nina had made sure to let her displeasure known by giving Carel ashiatsu massages where her claws were unsheathed. The massages were painful as her claws were pulling his fur, poking him with his claws, and occasionally leaving him with bleeding cuts to voice her disapproval of his methods. He swore to respect her craft from now on since he was not worthy of a decent massage in her opinion.

       The only reason I didn’t fire her back then was because I had that one coming. I did act unprofessional in getting that sponsorship. And the following ones…

          Since that day, Carel got nine sponsorships on a row. Some of them were less problematic than the first one. And others were more problematic. There were a few times when he had to bring up the ashiatsu again, mainly when the sponsor was a large female with a fondness for stepping on beings smaller than her. Needless to say, while he got a sponsorship, the consequences were worse than the last time.

          Somehow, I should have kept my mouth shut and not make a promise I couldn’t keep. Then again, I didn’t expect another giant woman with a trample fetish to be my business partner in any of my following interviews. It’s not like I had other choices of convincing those women. I put my life on the line back there!

          Nina was not the only one who was offended upon seeing a sloppy version of her ashiatsu style promoted on another gym in a different city. Hitsume Ashiatsu was not just a massage, it was an ancient martial art designed for women to assassinate a warlord who imprisoned them. Even though it was no longer an assassination art, Hitsume Ashiatsu was a sorority for women who wanted to know the bodies of an individual intimately enough to care for them when they need to relax or destroy them if they need to defend themselves in a fight or by killing them when their guard was down. To Nina and her fellow masseuse sisters, seeing commercials and magazines with inferior version of their style being promoted was an equivalent of Carel prostituting them.

         It’s not like I was filming them doing massages while they were naked. Hell, it’s not like they do massages while they’re naked! Do they? No, of course they don’t. I really need to stop hanging out with Drega.

        “We want compensation, Carel,” Nina told him one day shortly after getting his ninth sponsorship. Standing behind him were all the females who did ashiatsu massages full time and part time.

        “Don’t you think that you find ways of getting even with me every day?” Carel asked her with a raised eyebrow.

       “Name me several ways I made you compensate,” Nina dared him as she crossed her arms.

      “You gave me a back scratch ashiatsu,” Carel rubbed his back as that ashiatsu massage was just yesterday. “You made me give you a paw massage while slapping me in the face with each of them. You used my face as a paw stool while stretching each leg. And those are the punishments I’m willing to share in public…”

      “He’s got you there, Nina,” Aina, a lemur dancer stated. She worked by giving dancing lessons for aerobic exercises, but she also gave the occasional massage every once in a while. Carel knew by experience because her capoeira allowed her prehensile feet to stroke every part of his body through different angles.

       Nina had a twitching eye from both retorts. She calmed herself with a cleansing breath. The jaguar stared at the coyote with a sharp glare from her eyes.

      “You agreed to respect our trade, Carel,” she reminded him. “You even signed a contract too that acknowledges that you have to honor our traditions. If you commit another transgression to our traditions, we will be forced to resort to one of them to make you compensate us for your disrespect.”

         Why didn’t I read the contract? It’s the only reason I didn’t fire you when you gave me more back scratches than you should have.

         “There won’t be any more transgressions!” Carel snapped, feeling more pressured as he got a call from his tenth sponsor. “Now go back to work! Everybody is getting scared. It’s looking like a riot here.”

        It had been a week since then and it was yet another large female with a thing for paws and trampling. The worst part is that he didn’t even bring up the ashiatsu thing, she just knew and wanted to open one with the services.

Not that it stopped her from trampling me for the hell of it.

      When he returned to Cardio Coyote the following day, there was something different. First of all, the atmosphere was a bit quiet. There were still members in the gym doing their usual routine, but none of them were talking. Each of them was just going through the moves without any conversation.

      Jeez, this is quiet. I’m not a talkative person, but even I find this lack of communication creepy. I feel like I’m in a factory.

         Carel went to the massage room to get his daily massage and noticed something strange. All of the masseuses were not doing ashiatsu. They were sitting on top of their customers using traditional massages with their hands. It looked relaxing and they were talking in a cheery mood.

      “How was your day?”

     “You’re a little tense.”

     “Let me untie this knot.”

     It’s the first time I see them use their hands rather than their feet. Maybe I’ll get one of those massages.

      He moved across the room and noticed that all of the tables were occupied. He also noticed that all of the clients were unusually tense no matter how much the masseuses were rubbing their backs. He also noticed that Nina was absent.

      Where the hell is Nina? She is always the first and the last one to be here.
 
        His cell phone started to ring. He opened it and saw a text. It was a single sentence from Nina that he didn’t know how to interpret. Was it an order or a favor? He could only know once he did.

        “Go to see Yu Ame Tai.”


       It had been so long since he visited Yāoráo Michi to see Yu Ame Tai. This was the place where he met Nina. He received his first ashiatsu massage, first from the crane herself, and then from Nina, who finished the job herself.

        Damn, this feels like my life is flashing before my eyes. I know that Hitsume Ashiatsu was an assassination art, but Nina won’t kill me just because some gyms are going to do regular ashiatsu in a gym connected to her massage clan, right?

        He entered into the building. As usual, the reception felt like entering a traditional oriental place. There was no missing ambience except for the owner of the place not being there to welcome the client.

        This is not a good omen.

       “Are you here, Yu Ame?” Carel called out. “Nina told me to see you.”

      Nobody answered.

      No answers. I’m right. This is a bad omen. I should run away from here as fast as possible, but something tells me that the outcome won’t change or it will get worse. I might as well venture forward.

       “I’m going to see the next door!” Carel shouted. “If you’re busy with a client, please let me know before the door is opened!”

       Slowly, the coyote opened the door and slid it open. It led to the room where he received his first ashiatsu massage. The only difference now was that it was pitch black barring some patches of light from some small windows and that there was nobody there but him.

      “What’s happening here?” Carel gulped as he ventured across the room. He took small deliberate steps, hoping that there wouldn’t be massage equipment scattered across the room. Much to his surprise, he didn’t trip or step on something by the time he reached the center.

      This is weird. Nina told me to come here to see Yu Ame Tai. But she’s not here. Not even her equipment is present. There’s nothing but darkness, silence, and myself…oh no.

      The next thing Carel heard was the flapping of wings. His ears perked up as he took a fighting stance. His nostrils flared as he tried to catch a scent while his legs, waist, and hips work together to change positions in the blink of an eye.

      Of course it was an ambush. Yu Ame Tai is the grandmaster of Hitsume Ashiatsu! She’ll probably be just as offended as Nina, if not more. And a ninja helped to create this style so it has ninjutsu techniques like fighting in the dark. I have to rely on hearing and smelling to survive.

        He heard a wing flap and he smelled her perfume. She was flying straight at him. It was a full frontal attack.
 
        I can’t counter her even if I know it’s a frontal attack. For one, I’m blind and I can’t fully rely on my senses yet. Two, as a flying opponent, she’s faster than me so I’ll never hit her even if I get the timing right.

         He needed to find another attack angle where he could hit her then. Maybe if he dodged the attack and then gave her a cross counter. Even if it didn’t land on the face, if it hit her wing or her ribs, it could still make a good deal of damage on account of her fragile avian body.

        His body tensed as he prepared to dodge. It was a matter of seconds to hop to the side and counterattack.

      And then there was an unexpected development that marked the difference in skill and experience between the two fighters. A wing flap happened. A gust of wind hit him in the face as the scent stopped for a brief period of time and then moved upward.

      She’s changing direction!

       His line of thoughts was interrupted when he felt a set of talons clamping on his throat and then using that grip to lift his entire body into the air. Carel gasped for breath, trying to break the hold on his throat, but failing as it got tighter and agonizing as his body being shaken like a ragdoll as it was sent flying in loops made the sensation worse.

       The flight ended when the talons pinned his body to the ceiling, right into a light source. While Carel couldn’t see Yu Ame Tai, he could see the talons she was using to strangle him and the other set of talons that she was about to use to finish him off.

      “Have a good nap, Carel,” the crane’s talons waved at him in a sadistically playful manner as they soon clamped on his snout.

      The coyote coughed against the avian’s grip, but he soon gave up against her, moaning under her talons as his eyes slowly closed until he knew no more.


      He woke up a few hours. The coyote opened his eyes and saw that he was naked and resting on a medical bed designed for massaging. He was in another dark room. He was in sort some of paralysis that didn’t let him move a muscle yet somehow allowed him to feel the air in the room that was caressing his body.

       Yu Ame must have hit or kneaded some pressure points when she grabbed me by the face. Did she do it immediately after she caught me or when she knocked me out? I hope she didn’t do it while I was unconscious.

       “I’m glad you’re awake.”

       Stepping out of the darkness, Nina appeared in front of Carel. A few seconds later, she was followed by a group of her massage sisters. Even in the darkness of the room, Carel noticed a singular fact that he didn’t dare point out, more out of fear of getting a worse punishment for having a smart mouth.

      All of them are feline.

      Besides the jaguar leading them, there was a tigress, a leopardess, a snow leopardess, a lioness, a lynx, a cougar, a black panther, a serval, a caracal, an ocelot, and a cheetah. He also smelled more of them in the background, hidden in the shadows, but he was sure there were different breeds of cats based on previous encounters with them at work.

       Please don’t let the old cat and dog rivalry play a part in this punishment.

      “I’m sure you know why you’re here, Carel,” Nina raised an eyebrow at the coyote as she crossed her arms.
Carel tried to answer. He only muttered a whine.

      My lips and my throat. I can’t open them. Yu Ame Tai did something to my vocal chords when she choked me.

      “I warned you that there was going to be a punishment for another transgression to Hitsume Ashiatsu so I told our teacher/sifu about it,” Nina took a step forward to the paralyzed coyote. “She wasn’t happy about it so she came up with a punishment that you’ll have to endure if you want us to remain working for you.”

       Raising a leg, the jaguar slowly lowered her paw to the coyote’s throat, spreading her toes and placing them there. She kneaded vertically, horizontally, circularly, and then she finished with an elegant movement of toe curling and twisting left to right. Carel gasped as he felt a pressure and heat, followed by recovering the ability to speak.

     “What the hell was that?” he asked Nina. His answer was a paw to the snout, muting any other question he may have in mind for her.

     “One question at a time or I’ll mute you again,” Nina threatened as her paw left his mouth. “I learned this move from Yu Ame Tai in preparation for this punishment. It was used for interrogation and torture, but now it’s mainly used for punishment against those who wrong Hitsume Ashiatsu.”

      “Did you say interrogation and…?” Carel couldn’t even finish his sentence before a lynx paw was pressed against his features. She was smaller than Nina but her paws were larger and fluffier than hers.

      I feel like she’s trying to smother me with a pillow. I’m passing out by lack of oxygen. Someone stop her.

       “Lighten up on the pressure, Postel,” Nina told the lynx girl. “You’re supposed to mute him instead of smother him. I don’t want to explain this from scratch if he wakes up with no memory of our talk.”

      “Sorry,” Postel lifted her paw of Carel’s face, giving him much needed air.

     “Only the old school users used this for interrogation and torture,” Nina corrected him with a patronizing tone. “We’re in the twenty-first century so we’re just gonna do something equivalent to hazing.”

     “You assaulted me and stripped me naked!” Carel shouted angrily at Nina, which was undermined when his face was obstructed with a large lynx paw obstructing his indignation.

     “And you signed a contract without reading the traditions of a red-light district,” Nina countered as she placed her paw on Carel’s chin and drum her toes there. “Who’s the fool here?”

       I guess I shouldn’t try to pass the buck. I did see the signs when Yu Ame Tai gave me a massage and my brother does have a shady past. And for better and worse, those ashiatsu massages are my main money makers in those sponsorships.

       “Fine,” Carel sighed, bumping his head into the lynx paw and his nose into Nina’s toes. “I will submit to the punishment. What are you gonna do to the me?”

       Nina smiled as she was given willing consent. She looked at the lynx, who was eager to begin, and her fellow sisters.
 
     “Surround him.”

     Carel felt the paws leave his face. He stared dumbfounded as the twelve large felines were walking around him. From the background, he could see lights glaring at him, which he could assume were the other masseuses waiting their turn.

     This is gonna be a long day.

       The leopardess twins, his nickname for the leopardess and the snow leopardess struck first, with both of them doing a spin that allowed them to stick a leg and stroke his body while the other felines kept doing their stalking dance.

       Carel was left admiring their legs and paws as they rubbed him. The leopardess was yellow and caressing his belly, like a predator aiming for his vital spots. Her paws had soft and thick fur, but she had her claws unsheathed to show her dominance at her defeated boss. The snow leopardess was a greyish with blue tint and aiming for his chest, especially at the diaphragm to ease his breathing. Her paws were broader and they had fur on the underside, making them fluffier when caressing.

        I think I like the snow twin better. Her paws are cuter and they don’t threaten to eviscerate me. I think I recall getting a massage from her a while ago. She used a temperature style of cold touch to soothe muscular pain. I think her name was Thanda. And I think her partner used a hot touch massage technique. Her name was Alharu.

        When the twins were done their massage, they took a step backward and returned to the dance. The felines kept circling and this time three felines approached him. One of them framed his head between two paws and two framed his sides between their paws.

       Carel stared at the paws framing his head and thought that it was the lynx that had smothered him. However, a closer look at the paws made him realize that they were smaller and that the legs were longer. His eyes peered up and he realized that his masseuse this time was a caracal, who put a paw on his face and forced him to look down.

      That’s a fair response on your part, Nashat. I guess those parkour lessons you’re teaching are keeping your paws nimble.

       As the caracal removed her paw from his face, Carel saw the two felines that surrounded him. The one at his left was a serval named Ratse, and she had the shapeliest legs among her feline compatriots, and was even among the top ten among the females at Cardio Coyote. Her paws were golden yellow with black spots and stripes and long dexterous toes that made her a favorite among customers. The one at his right was an ocelot named Cheiro. She had tawny fur and black markings on her paws. Because of her body odor, Cheiro avoided facial ashiatsu unless her clients had a strong preference for musk or she had strong scents at her disposals.

      I guess this is kind of a dream team. Let’s see how it works.

       In a flash, the Nashat started by rubbing his shoulders with her paws. She rubbed them and then curled her toes, crunching them with paws perfectly sized for the job. He felt a strong surge of pain that was followed with a sense of relief that was a bit too slow for his taste.

        They’re playing good cop and bad cop with a single movement. And that’s only with one of them. What will the other two do?

         Ratse and the Cheiro grabbed each other’s hands and used their combined support to balance themselves on top of Carel. Then they started to rub vertically around his body.

       Carel gasped at the sensations that the ocelot and the serval were giving his body as they were rubbing him from his belly to his chest and then from his chest to his belly in a clockwise and then counterclockwise motion. He was stuck in a cycle of pain and pleasure as the serval and ocelot each had something to offer.

      Ratse was using her nimble toes to the best of their ability. They were pinching, scratching, rubbing, and stroking as best as they could. Sensations of pain and pleasure were attacking him at the same time for every second her paws were moving on his left side.

      Those paws are driving me insane. Their touch is like going into a train back and forth to heaven and hell.

      Cheiro relied on her body odor of all things for her massage. The first thing Carel noticed after she set foot on him was that her paws were warm and moist. He assumed that it was sweat because of the heat. In reality, it was some sort of body oil that she applied to her paws prior to the session. He could tell because her paws smelled different than the rest of her. She may not have been as dexterous as her serval companion or the rest of her massage sisters, but she knew how to play her strengths and overturn her weaknesses by using chemistry to her advantages.

       This ocelot girl put special smelling oils on her paws to dominate her natural odor. It’s like eating a durian fruit. It’s smelly, but the taste is worth the hassle after trying.

      Carel’s inner conflict grew stronger as the caracal once again started rubbing his shoulders with her large dexterous paws, dislocating them and setting them back into place with a single motion.

      Ugh, they find ways to relax and torture me with their paws. Hitsume Ashiatsu was indeed an art of assassination.

      After five minutes of having their turn, the trio left Carel alone, who was panting from overstimulation. His panting turning into hyperventilation when he saw four felines walking to him this time around.

      Oh no. I was barely able to take on three of them. Now they want me to take four of them at the same time? I’ll die before I can handle them all!

       The quartet was a lioness, a cougar, a black panther, and a tigress. Each of them walked to a corner of his body and stood there. They stood precisely in front of his limbs, causing Carel to gulp.

      Why do I feel like they’re going to tear me limb from limb rather than give me a massage?

      Using the corners of his eyes, Carel focuses on the quartet and tried to see their physical traits and how they were going to use them to torture him.

     The cougar, contrary to the stereotype of her species was very young, but she made up by having thigh legs and large paws. She was a part time masseuse named Saute. He didn’t know much of her, but he did see her being in charge of circuit training and he could say that her legs were powerful in terms of sprinting and leaping because he saw her easily complete an obstacle race that he failed miserably. Those tawny paws of hers were ready to get started based on the way her toes were flexing.

     The tigress had strong muscular legs with paws colored orange with black stripes. She was a martial artist named Raksha, who worked as a bodyguard for politicians and celebrities. She took the Hitsume Ashiatsu because she was one of the few who knew of its history and because she was so mistrustful that she’d rather learn how to massage than let her clients expose themselves to danger by going to a spa. She wasn’t as good as a masseuse in contrast to her sisters because of her preference in fighting, but she was very good at finding pressure points with her claws, making her an excellent practitioner in the old school parts of Hitsume Ashiatsu.

    The black panther was a fellow jaguar like Nina and she worked as a model because of her black coat color. She was a model named Preta, who he had seen in a couple of years ago in magazines, including some lewd ones his brother Drega had bought with him when he started living together with him. Preta was young and very popular as a model, being hired in commercials and magazines in full body or as a body part. However, she grew bored of her lonely lifestyle and decided to get a massage from Yu Ame Tai in a hidden part of the city. Yu Ame Tai noticed that she had a potential and offered her something more than fame or the ability to paralyze people with a simple touch: the chance of making a family. While not as technical as Nina, her paws were softer and they had the ability of practicing the desired effect through a catwalk on the desired limb.

        Finally, there was the lioness who stared at him diligently. She had tawny paws and strong legs. Her name was Dawa and she was one of the oldest members of Hitsume Ashiatsu as well as one of the oldest workers of his gym, actually older than his brother. He didn’t know much of her other than she was a divorced sports doctor and therefore knew enough anatomy to hit the sweet spots of any patient as long as she spent enough time familiarizing herself with their bodies. She was as talented with her hands as she was with her paws and even had her own private clinic, hence why she only worked part time at the gym, usually when she was bored or she needed extra cash.

      And now the four largest of the felines are gonna tear me limb from limb.

       Preta and Dawa settled for his arms, putting a paw on each of his wrists before staring at their compatriots. Meanwhile, Raksha and Saute went for his legs as they each put a paw on an ankle upon getting the signal.

       Please let me get out of here with all of my limbs intact.

       Preta massaged his left arm with a catwalk that showed her past as a model. He felt her paws moving barely a centimeter as her hips shifted rhythmically with each step she took on him. His eyes wanted to shift to her to admire the panther’s beauty, only restraining themselves to see what damage her sisters were going to rain down on his body. In over a minute, her paws had reached from his wrist to his elbow, and then two minutes later from his elbow to his shoulder.

        It doesn’t hurt. She’s as light as a feather. I only feel the warmth of her pads and her fur coursing on my body.

        Three minutes later, she continued her catwalk again and the heat continued. It was a total of six minutes, but she had threaded a full circuit into his arm.

      It wasn’t so bad. My arm is a bit warm, but it’s not as bad as the other gals.

      Carel’s thoughts disappeared the second she started another circuit on his arm. As soon as she gave the first step, he felt her entire weight on his arm. A single caress had turned into an unbearable load.

       What’s wrong with her? She was light as a feather and now she’s heavy as a boulder! Did she press several pressure points across my arm all those six minutes she was walking on it?

       Another step got Carel wincing and moaning in agony. It was the starting signal for the other girls to start their thing.

       Dawa moved both of her paws downward and started palpating his right hand. Her pads were an unusual pink from traveling with special medical sandals to preserve their sensitivity. As soon as she sensed something she disapproved, her toes stretched to unsheathe her claws and she poked Carel on the palm.

      “Ah,” Carel bit his lip to prevent himself from yelling at lioness, who kept palpating with her paws.

      She grunted with disapproval when she noticed the way the coyote’s fingers were curled. Her boss, even if part-time, was bound to get arthritis if he kept them like this in the long time. Sticking her toes between his fingers, she curled them in a strong vice squeeze, earning a strong popping sound that turned into a cracking one when she splayed her toes to set the fingers straight.

      “Gyah!” Carel screamed. He was ready to shout for more when a black paw rested on his mouth.

      “Let the doctor speak,” Preta told him as she had finished half a circuit before nodding at the lioness.

      “Thank you, Preta,” Dawa smiled in gratitude. Her paws left Carel’s hand and focused on the wrist.

      With practiced precision, her right paw rubbed his wrists with her toes before poking a pressure point, causing the hand to relax a bit.

      “This should make the pain a bit bearable,” Dawa told Carel before looking at Preta in a motherly way.

      “Continue your walk, dear.” She then looked at Raksha and Saute. “I suggest one of you start. I’m going to take a while.”

     “I’ll start then,” Raksha stood up and splayed her toes on Carel’s right ankle. “Can’t let you show me off in pressure points.”

      I don’t want any more pressure points.

      The tigress spread both of her paws over his ankle, letting them travel over his leg, like predators searching for prey. Their claws were unsheathed, ready to strike anything they found desirable.

      They moved up and then down, searching for their prey. And yet nothing was there. Carel was having more suffering at the paws of the black panther and the lioness than the tigress right now.

      For a tigress who used to be a bodyguard she’s not so tough if she’s taking this long to go to the main event.

        He regretted his thoughts when Raksha returned to his ankle. He failed to notice her professional frown turned into a confident and feral smile. Her toes spread eagerly as her paws traveled across his leg again. This time around, the toes curled as they pierced pressure point after pressure point in their wake. Carel yelped and scream in agony more times than he did with the lioness.

        I take it back. She’s as good as the others. She’s better than the others. Make her stop. Please make her stop.

        Having pressed the points of her choice, Raksha decided to have her fun by letting her claws rake the leg without scratching. The coyote bit his leg, feeling as if the tigress was flaying him alive, even as he was seeing that he was perfectly fine.

\t“I guess it’s my turn,” Saute smiled as she did her turn with the left ankle she neglected for so long. Placing both paws on the ankle, she stroked as hard as she could with her legs. It was a powerful massage, but he didn’t see it as an equal threat to what the other three were doing.

\tOther than pulling my fur a bit, I have bigger things to worry about than mild discomfort.

\tHis worries became apparent when the skin beneath his fur was turning raw from the force she was putting on his leg. He was sure she was brushing it with her paws through sheer leg strength.

\tThis is just like the panther, but with brute force rather than finesse. Cougar paws are not to be underestimated.

\t“Let’s see if my work here is done,” Saute mused to herself as she spread her toes and poked Carel’s leg. The coyote yelped as she poked him on the elbow. “I guess my work here is done.”

\t“As is mine,” Raksha smiled as her toes sheathed her claws and left Carel’s right leg alone.

\t“And I am finished with my patient,” Dawa twisted Carel’s arms with her paws, correcting the bone position and setting the joint straight with a satisfying pop. “He’ll thank me later one day.”

\t“And I am finished with my circuit,” Preta got off his arm.

\tThe four large felines got off Carel and returned to the walking circle, leaving a panting Carel to recover for a minute or two.

\tThat was hell. There wasn’t even a minute of pleasure. Let’s see. I think Nina and Postel gave me a piece of punishment at the beginning. That means the cheetah is the last one. I think her name was Cheche. I just have to bear it. I can do this.

\tTwo minutes passed and the cheetah appeared…along with Nina and Postel.

\t“Oh come on!” Carel yelled. “You and the lynx girl already punished me.”

\t“The punishment didn’t start yet so that didn’t count,” Nina started as she walked by Carel’s side and kicked him on the side.

\t“Ugh,” Carel grunted in pain as the jaguar’s kick turned him around so that he was lying on his belly.

\tThings are not as good as I expected, but that’s okay. I already survived a three-on-one assault. I can do it again. And they haven’t hurt my back yet. Plus, I know Nina and Postel so I’m ready for them this time.

\t“Since you had so much fun with his face last time, you can give him the backwards facial ashiatsu,” Nina told the lynx girl.

\t“Yes!” Postel cheered as she immediately jumped on Carel’s back, earning a grunt from him. The coyote didn’t have a chance to protest before her paws clamped across his face.

\t“I want you to do the friction rub all over his back, Cheche!” Nina instructed the cheetah as she got her on top of Carel’s back. “I want his back to be as smooth as possible so that I can reach his spine.”

\t“Alright,” Cheche nodded. “But why do you want to reach his spine? You massaged him many times. I’m sure you can reach it easily.”

\t“Phase two requires me to heighten his sensitivity so I need to hit all of the pressure points in the vertebrae,” Nina smiled. “Trust me, it will be worth it.”

\t“I’ll start at the bottom and move to the top,” Cheche grinned, trusting in Nina’s judgment.

\t“And I’ll smother him in an out of consciousness until you’re done,” Postel promised, demonstrating by closing and opening her paws to show her ability to control his air flow with them.

\tCarel gasped for air, even if it was filled with her paw sweat and musk. He was trying to see with light even among her toe gaps and the medicinal bed beneath him. He didn’t feel anything besides the lynx on top of him wrapping her warm and moist paws on his face. That was until a pair of cheetah paws were rubbing his back with blinding speed that literally shocked him.

\tWhat the hell was that? Did this girl put a taser on her toes?

\tAt first the paws pinched him with their claws. Then they burned him a bit with friction from their pads. Then he felt a bit of static electricity. His fur flattened underneath them. His mind’s eyes visualized what was happening to him. The cheetah’s paws were small, light yellow, and with spots for what he could remember. They had semi-retractable claws and the pads were dark from years of running. The way the paws were rubbing was like running, grinding the fur until it was like combed grass. He felt his back was more sensitive than before. His eyes widened as he realized what that entailed.

\tOh no. She’s going to finish sooner than I thought I need to get out of here.

\tHis resolution to escape was cut short when the lynx smothered her paws into his face. This time around her paws showed her dominance by twisting his head to the sides, up and down, left and right, and even spinning it around to show that resistance was futile. At the same time, the cheetah’s paws had already reached his middle back.

\tThe lynx paws let him go. Carel was left with his tongue out, drooling and trying to survive. Seeing that he was fading out, Postel made sure that he was kept awake.

\t“Stay alive,” her paws slapped his cheek, first one slap at a time and then two slaps at the same time.

\t“Why should I?” he mumbled, more out of despair than defiance.

\t“Because she’s nearly done,” she cheered as her paws playfully squeezed his cheeks in and tugged them out.

\tAt her words, Carel felt the cheetah’s paws on his upper back while he also felt a familiar set of paws already on his lower back. Their toes were already tracing their claws on his spine.

\tThis won’t end well.

\tThe claws poked the end of his spine and he felt a sudden heat and pressure at the end of his groin with a blush spreading on his face.

\t“Are you blushing?” Postel asked Carel. “Do you like my paws so much that you’re blushing or you just need air that much?”

\t“Get out of him, girl,” Nina ordered her. “You’ll get your fun with him later.”

\t“Ow,” Postel groaned as she got out of Carel and let Cheche continue her massage without interruptions or physical obstacles preventing him from reaching her final destination.

\tGood riddance.

\tWith the lynx gone, he could breathe again. Not only that, Cheche was going to finish her massage in a few minutes so she was going to end this soon. The problem was that Nina was already doing her damage thanks to the cheetah’s efforts.

\t“Ouch,” Carel yelped as the cheetah’s paws were already on his neck, preparing Nina’s access to his cervical vertebrae.

\t“Sorry about that,” Cheche apologized. “My massage is usually very polarizing. Some people like it because of the friction and static and others don’t.”

\t“I’m not in the mood for electricity puns, girl,” Carel grunted as he felt Nina’s claws poking his thoracic vertebrae in the middle of his back. “Just get out of my back and prepare yourself for whatever you and the other girls are gonna do to me. I want to get this over as soon as I can.”

\t“You might be in here for a while,” Cheche shrugged her shoulders as she hopped out of the coyote.

\t“What do you…?” Carel yelped as Nina’s paws quickly reached the cervical vertebrae, popping them and poking them with her claws.

\t“Did you miss me?” Nina asked him.

\t“You really outdid yourself this time,” Carel growled. “Having twelve large felines take turns to punish me is a new record.”

\t“That’s not the entire punishment, Carel,” Nina smiled as her paw gave a twist on his neck, increasing his body sensations and making the sensation more painful than it should have felt.

\tThe jaguar jumped from the coyote and gently pushed him with her paw, revealing a large boner to her companions. The sight of it caused all of them to openly wonder in amazement and lust. The only one who reacted in horror was Carel, who screamed in horror and embarrassment.

\t“Ah! Turn me around! Turn me around!”

\t“Sorry, but this is the true punishment,” Nina smiled smugly.

\t“And what was that thing that you and the other girls did?” Carel snarled angrily, finding the last few minutes too much of a punishment to be considered nothing.

\t“We were tired of Nina hogging all the punishment for yourself,” Raksha scoffed at Carel. “Most of us work part-time so we don’t mind, but there are those who do take it personal. As a martial artist, I was one of the first ones besides Nina who were offended by your shameless displays of our art.”

\t“I don’t hog him to myself!” Nina turned to the tigress. “I’m the only one who cared about Hitsume Ashiatsu being disgraced. You girls only started to care after five sponsorships!”

\t“Doesn’t change the fact that you still massage him for yourself more than half the time you’re around,” Postel muttered jealously. “Most of the masseuses who work at Cardio Coyote only massaged him once. Are you dating or something?”

\t“No!” Carel and Nina answered simultaneously with a blush. As they answered, a singular though crossed their mind.

\tWhy does everyone always ask me the same question?

\t“She just happens to be the first masseuse at the store and I need a massage,” Carel used the first excuse he always used to explain the ashiatsu massages Nina gave him.

\t“He looks very stressed and he comes to me as a client,” Nina answered immediately. “It’s not my fault that I just happen to be the first worker at the gym.”

\t“Well, we all wanted a piece of him,” Preta purred, staring more at Carel’s member than at Carel himself. “It’s not fun to use Hitsume Ashiatsu if all we’re gonna use it for is massaging people.”

\t“You’re the only one who use it to fight, massage, and torture,” Nashat lifted a leg and wiggled her toes. “We deserved a piece of that action.”

\t“Speaking of action,” Cheiro stared at Carel, more specifically to his erect member. “When are we getting to the good part?”

\tSighing, Nina decided to explain the punishment to avoid discussing the complex relationship between her and Carel.

\tI’d rather he’d be my client than my boss. Who am I kidding? With that paw fetish of his, we’d still be in this relationship.

\t"After killing the warlord who made them slaves, the ancestors of Yu Ame Tai took refuge with the clan of the ninja who trained them. They taught them ninjutsu, but they’d have to use their new massage techniques on their enemies from now on. The cranes developed several techniques to torture and interrogate their enemies thanks to the ninja capturing enemies for them."

\tWhy did they have to bring the torture and interrogation part again?

\t“They first started by paralyzing the victims with pressure points in the skull, which our sensei/sifu already did during her fight with Carel,” Nina as she patted Carel’s head with her paw.

\tSo that’s what the fight was all about. That crane is very sneaky.

\t“The second part was to use the spinal cord to stimulate the nerves while keeping the victims paralyzed,” Nina traced her paw vertically from the top of Carel’s head downward to his body.

\tI don’t like where this is going.

\t“Finally, they sexually stimulated their victims, knowing that their paralysis would not let them climax,” Nina grinned as her paw reached Carel’s erection. The coyote grunted when her pads, flicked his member. “All the pleasure was turned into pressure and then into pain…and then…well that depends on the story.”

\t“What happens in the story?” Carel asked hurriedly. Any story where a man’s balls where hurt was worth knowing if it was going to repeat itself on the listener.

\t“Legend says that the victims died from pain caused when their blood vessels ruptured and they died of blood loss by ejaculating blood,” Dawa stared at the member, wondering if it was true out of scientific curiosity. “Others say that the victims just died out of a heart attack out of stress. Being a lioness of science, I wanted to see where this technique with my own eyes.”

\t“There’s a legend that says that one victim suffered extreme pain that was turned into pleasure, causing him to die in extreme bliss,” Preta recounted.

\t“Are you going to kill me?” Carel asked in horror.

\t“We’re not going to kill you!” Nina growled at him. “This is the 21st century! We have lives! We’re not ruining them just because of a barefoot massage society.”

\t“Then what will you do to me?” Carel asked, relieved that he will live, but still scared that he will suffer.

\t“I’ll start first,” Nashat smiled. “It’s been a while since I tried this in college. It’s a good thing my parkour classes made my paws extra nimble.”

\tHer tawny paws covered in little brown spots approached his members and gave it a firm squeeze. Carel gasped as they moved up and down, one slightly above the other.

\tShe’s giving me a pawjob! Oh my God! She’s giving me a pawjob! Does this mean I’m getting a pawjob from every girl in this room! I’m getting twelve different pawjobs in one day? Am I dreaming?

\t“You’re pretty good at this,” Cheche smiled, watching the paws pick a rhythm.

\t“I had a boyfriend once who was on heat all the time,” Nashat explained as her paws picked up the pace. “I jerked him off when I started getting tired of sex so one day I kicked him away and used my paws to gross him out. It turned out that he liked it and so did I. It saved our relationship…for a couple of months.”

\t“Sorry about that,” Ratse apologized in sympathy.

\t“Don’t apologize,” the caracal’s paws angrily squeezed, more out of reflex for the bad memory than antipathy towards Carel. “Any person who’s in a relationship for the sex is not worth dating.”

\t“I think he’s ready to burst,” Preta observed, seeing as the dick in the caracal’s paws was twice as thick now.

\t“I’ll let it go now,” the caracal smiled. “Thanks for the good memories, Carel. Do try to be more respectful to your masseuses next time.”

\tCarel whined as her paws let go of his member. He was in so much pain that he saw it fall in slow motion…just in time to see a pair of cheetah paws grab it from the tip.

\t“Hey!” ten voices belonging to unsatisfied felines yelled at the cheetah who rushed in to grab the dick before any of them had the chance.

\t“First come first serve,” Cheche grinned as her paws started pumping. The movement got Carel to gasp. “Speaking of serving, cheetahs like to go all out!”

\tCarel gave a strangled cry of pleasure as Cheche squeezed his shaft and pumped with a rhythm that slowly increased without missing a beat. There was no signs of stopping with every pump of her paws. Carel gripped the ends of his bed with his claws and bit his lips to the point of bleeding as the cheetah drove him to a climax that would never come.

\tMy dick’s on fire. It feels like it’s gonna explode!

\t“I’m gonna let go now, Carel” Cheche told him as her paws reached her maximum speed. “As soon as my paws release you, one of you girls better get a grip on his dick before it recovers.”

\t“Let it recover!” Carel coughed, barely articulating his thoughts in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

\t“It’s too late for that!” Cheche spread her legs, letting her paws drop his dick to the floor. Carel released a high pitched yelp as his rock hard member hit the mattress, almost as if it had hit the floor itself. As soon as his dick bounced, it was caught by another pair of paws.

\t“And I’m ready for another catwalk,” Preta winked at Carel as her paws surrounded his dick, one above and one below his shaft.

\tWhy do I have a bad feeling regarding this paw position?

\tAs soon as her legs moved, Carel grunted at the unnatural pressure he felt in his groin. The black panther’s right paw moved downward and her left paw moved up. Base to tip and tip to base, each paw was moving in a circuit the same way the pair traveled across his arm. The circuit was faster since the length was shorter and the pass were swifter compared to last time, but the pain and pleasure was greater since the platform they were exploring was more sensitive than the last one.

\tI can’t take this anymore. This is my third pawjob already and I haven’t been able to cum yet. I still have nine pairs of paws to endure. I think I’m going to die!

\t“Twelve circuits are enough,” Preta stated as her paws finished their sixth one already. “One circuit is meant for each one of us. Is it fair?”

\t“Just end it already!” Carel yelled at Preta as she finished her seventh circuit.

\t“Such a naughty boy,” Petra tittered as her paws gave the eight circuit. “I guess you’re ready to face the other nine pairs of paws.”

\t“Carel grunted as Petra gave him the ninth circuit.  He whined as her paws squished him on the tenth circuit. He nearly broke in tears when the paws ground and twisted in a pirouette in the eleventh circuit. And he thanked the heavens when they gave the twelfth circuit and let him go.

\tIt’s all over.

\t“It’s my turn now!” Saute yelled before any of her friends had the chance of making the first move. Her left paw yanked Carel’s shaft, pulling it towards her, while her right paw rested itself on top of its head.

\tIt’s not over. Carel suppressed the urge to cry as the cougar’s rough treatment of his member put him in too much of a shock to say anything.

\t“That’s just dirty,” Nina protested as she saw the cougar’s left paw pull on the shaft while the right one was polishing the head.

\t“You’re just jealous that somebody other than you is having fun with our boss,” Saute playfully stuck out her tongue as she switched her paws. Her right paw was now the one stroking the shaft and the left one was playing with the head.

\t“I am not jealous!” Nina turned her head to the ceiling, knowing that avoiding eye contact by turning to the side was impossible without being seen by Carel or her fellow masseuses. “How long do you plan on doing that?”

\t“In a few minutes,” Saute smiled. “But I suggest that you prepare yourself because you have seven other girls competing with you for his sausage.”

\t“Actually five,” Dawa corrected as she stared at her cougar friend. “Thanda and Alharu want to try their thermal techniques on Carel so they are currently cooling and warming their paws respectively. They will take some time in getting their paws ready so we won’t compete with them for a while.”

\t “Well, lucky bastards,” Saute spread her toes across Carel’s dick. “You girls get less competititon for a while and he gets a pair of hot and cold paws for a pawjob. How’s that for a treat?”

\t“It’s not when your dick is so hard that you feel it’s gonna break,” Carel grunted.

\t“You’ll feel better in no time,” Saute smiled as she pulled the dick back with her paw and let go.  

\tThe member was slingshot back and forth with the inertia putting strain to its insides. Watching it move like that intimidated the masseuses, except for one whose paws caught it with a firm yet gentle grip.

\t“For shame, Saute, have a bit of care with Carel!” Dawa scolded as her paws started palpating the shaft. “I know we’re supposed to be punishing him, but we’re also supposed to make sure Carel leaves this place in one piece.”

\tIf you want me to leave in one piece, please stop touching my dick. It’s starting to hurt after the fourth pawjob.

\t“Fine, Dawa,” Saute rolled her eyes. “Use your magical healing paws to satisfy him so that we can see if we should pawjob him unconscious.”

\t“My paws are not magical,” Dawa scoffed as her paws started squeezing the shaft to palpate it for damage. “Even if some of my patients call them as such.”

\t“What’s the status, doctor?” Raksha asked, more out of curiosity to continue the punishment rather than end it.

\t“It’s a bit too swollen,” Dawa diagnosed with a bit of concern. “I can see why this was a technique of torture and death. I think I’ll have to use some modifications to make it bearable while still fitting under the parameters of punishment.”

\t“What modifications will you make?” Nina asked as she watched the lioness’ paws move back and forth and then up and down.

\t“I will use some pressure points to reduce swelling and also reduce the sensations of pressure so that the pain will be halved,” Dawa explained as her toes started to knead Carel, earning moans from the coyote. “I suggest we make him cum once the twelfth of us places her paws on him.”

\t“Fine,” Nina sighed in compliance. “But she’ll have to press the pressure point to do so or it won’t work.”

\t“I think my work here is done,” Dawa smiled in satisfaction as she removed her paws from Carel. His dick was still erect, but it was slightly smaller and he wasn’t in as much pain as before.

\t“I’ll be the judge of that, old friend,” Raksha intruded as she occupied the spot the lioness abandoned and placed her outstretched legs into the coyote’s lap.

\tHer pawjob was a firm vertical push with both paws. Carel gasped, but it was more of a regular gasp from a pent-up person rather than the usual gasps of pain that he experienced all over the session.

\t“I guess Dawa did a good job,” Raksha smiled as her paws pressed harder and her thrusts become slower to focus more on her physical strength and pressure.

\t“She did,” Carel admitted. “It still hurts. But it doesn’t hurt as much as it did before her turn. I don’t know how to feel about it.”

\tI’m not sure why, but I feel that Miss Dawa just delayed the inevitable.

\t“You should give her paws a good licking one day,” Raksha teased as she pressed her paws as hard as she could. “I’d say that’s a good way to repay the debt.”

\t“I’ll lick them!” Carel cried out. “Stop pressing!”

\t“Oh, you tease,” Dawa giggled while Nina was suppressing a snarl.

\tSmiling at dominating the canine who was supposed to be her boss, Raksha took her paws away from him and offered her place to the girls.

\t“Who’s next?” she asked to the remaining masseuses.

\t“It’s my turn now!” Nina cried out, finally tired of watching other females having their way with Carel. Hearing Carel admitting his desire of licking Dawa’s paws only piss her off further.

\tWhen I’m through with you, I’ll make sure you’ll have my paws imprinted on your mind, you two-timing mutt!

\tHer paws gently grabbed his shaft and pulled to the right in a curved fashion.

\t“Ah,” Carel moaned at the tugging motion Nina’s paws made.

\tYou like that first move. Then you’ll love the rhythm.

\tNina’s paws moved in tandem, pushing and pulling, as the skin of his shaft was moved back and forth while the member was put down into his belly and then lifted into the air.

\t“Up and down, front and back,” Nina chanted as her paws moved with the motions while Carel provided harmony with his moans. “Which way will my paws go next?”

\tNow we’ll up the ante with some speed and pressure.

\tUsing her leg muscles, Nina’s paws squeezed Carel’s shaft with different types of strength. Playful squeezes earned giggles, moderate grips elicited gasps of pleasures, and strong crushes earned squeals of pain. Nina supplemented this by alternating the speed at which her paws moved by going from slow to fast at a moment’s notice, leaving Carel vulnerable to many stimuli at once.

\tBet you’re loving this, Carel.

\tSpeed, strength, and technique did their number on Carel as he was left twitching from pain and pleasure despite his paralysis. Seeing his state, Nina’s paws finally left his vulnerable side and left him to his next tormentor.

\t“I hope that taught you a lesson,” Nina said haughtily without looking at him. For a second, Carel thought that she was trying to give him a message, but he was so overwhelmed with the conflicting physical sensations that he couldn’t even make a coherent sentence, or even think of one.

\t“It’s my turn next!”

\tEverybody but Carel turned around to see a triumphant Alharu return to the group with a confident smile on her face. She was strutting as steam was coming out of her paws and her left hand.

\t“What took you so long?” asked Ratse, having wondered why Alharu took so long even if she already knew the answer.

\t“I wanted my paws to be warm enough for this massage,” Alharu winked at Ratse as she gave her some hot stone in her hands, causing her to wince and drop them on the floor. “Be careful with those things. Miss Yu Ame Tai will be mad if you lose them.”

\t“Hot…paws,” Carel whimpered in horror. His dick was very sensitive because of the pressure points and being rubbed by seven pairs of paws. Not only was it getting rubbed by an eight pair, but this pair was steaming hot. There was no way he could take that.

\tI’m going to die before this punishment is over.  This pair of paws is definitely going to kill me before the punishment is over.

\tAlharu sat behind Carel and spread her legs to the sides. She brought them closer to the base of his member and made sure her right paw was above while the left was below.

\tIt was good while it lasted.

\tThe steaming paws touched him. The pads of the right paw were hot, but they were not as scalding hot as he expected them to be. And the fur of the left paw was hot, but it felt like he was being rubbed by a thick warm towel that had been twisted into something very solid.

\tStatice stuck out his tongue as steam came out from his dick, more specifically from the paws that touched it. They rubbed his base and then moved around the shaft and into the head, which started leaking precum. The precum acted as lubricant for the journey back to the base.

\tThis feels better than the other massages.

\t“Now to switch paws,” Alharu smiled as this time she placed the left paw with the pads above the base and the right paw below with the toes underneath. They slide across the shaft, faster because the region was lubricated compared to the first trip. After the return home, Alharu used the fur of her paws to dry the precum of his dick for the next girl in the group.

\t“I’m done,” Alharu announced. “He’s all yours, girls. Better finish this quick before he cums.”

\tThe remaining girls and those who serviced Carel before her stared at his manhood and noticed that it was standing erect, bigger than ever. The warmth of her heated paws had enlarged his girth to near climax.

\t“Oh great,” Nina complained. “You do realize that even with pressure points Carel will cum in a few strokes? Where’s Thanda? Maybe her cold paws can reverse his dick size to a normal one to continue the treatment.”

\t“She’s still freezing her paws with cold water,” Alharu informed her, a bit too smugly, as she spread her toes and released steam from them. “She’s always been a bit of a perfectionist. If she loses her turn, it will be her fault.”

\t“Well, I won’t miss my turn,” Ratse announced as she spread her dexterous toes. “I am sure that guy will cum with a dick that thick. I’m taking my turn as soon as possible.”

\t“Already beat you to it,” Postel teased as she was sitting behind Carel. The lynx’s large fluffy paws were perfectly sized in proportion to the coyote’s swollen dick. With a tender movement, the paws embraced their target.

\t“That hits the spots,” Postel sighed as her paws were warmed by the steam. “Your dick feels like a sauna. How do my paws feel, Carel?”

\tThey feel like a sauna too.
 
         Carel moaned. He couldn’t vocalize his thoughts. Her paws were not as hot as the ones the leopardess heated, but Postel had large paws and thick fur that made them naturally warm in terms of body heat. That natural body heat continued the torture that Alharu put him through shortly after she was done with him.

        “Funny thing about me is that I rarely get to do this,” Postel giggled. “Every time I try to do a pawjob, it turns out my partners don’t have a dick big enough for my paws. You’re one of the few that can handle my paws. That’s why I’m giving you a very slow one. I want you to enjoy yourself.”

       Why did she have to give me such a romantic gesture in the middle of an agonizing moment? Now I won’t be able to enjoy it.

       The lynx’s paws moved slowly for minutes up and down in a classic pawjob movement. It was very intimate in contrast to her playful face smothering that knocked Carel out a few moments ago. After five minutes, she was finally done.

       “Call me if you ever want a delicate touch, Carel,” Postel winked at the coyote, who couldn’t even see the gesture.

      “What he needs is the most appropriate musk?”

     Carel gasped as his respite was interrupted when a pair of lubricated paws grasped his dick and pulled it to the left in a curve. He noticed the paws had white toes, were tawny fur, and had spots of dark brown fur. The most defining aspect were that the paws were emanating a strong body odor and that the paws were lubricated as they traveled across his dick.

      I know those paws…mostly for the smell…they belong to…

     “What do you think you’re doing, Cheiro?” Ratse demanded as she saw the ocelot jerking off the coyote. “I called dibs on Carel earlier before Postel stole my turn.”

      “You’ll make him cum with those nimble toes of yours before I get my turn,” Cheiro deadpanned, stopping her motions, but fanning her toes at Carel to keep stimulating him. “It’s better if I have a go at him and then Thanda cools him off with her cold paws so that you can finish him off.”

     “She makes a good point, Ratse,” Thanda smiled, making the serval cry out in surprise. “Wouldn’t it be great if you were the one who made him cum at the end?”

     The serval stood there for a minute, ignoring the jealous and murderous glare that Nina was giving her. “Fine,” she smiled. “But only if I make him cum. If either of you make him cum, you’ll owe me big time.”

     “It’s a deal,” Thanda smiled and then nodded at the ocelot.

     “It’s a promise,” Cheiro grinned as she pulled back her legs, wiggled her toes a bit to air out her new scent, and then returned to stroking Carel. It was a rinse and repeat process that left the coyote on the verge of ecstasy.

     “Your…paws,” Carel spoke, trying to make a question.

     “I lubricated them with a special oil that complimented my body odor,” Cheiro smiled as she showed him her shiny pink pads. “My pads are shiny, they’re sleeker for stroking, and they’re an aphrodisiac as well. Didn’t you notice your dick getting bigger than ever?”

      Carel lowered his eyes and noticed that his dick was bigger with each stroke he got, more specifically, he did felt a sensation on his member every time Cheiro flashed him her paws.

       It’s like she’s dropkicking me in the face with lust.

      It was a pattern of stroke, pull, and flash. She stroked him, pulled his dick away from him, flashed her paws at him, and then repeated the cycle as his dick got thicker and he smelled her paws from a distance. She stopped once his dick couldn’t get any bigger.

      “That’s enough out of me,” Cheiro smiled. “Thanda needs to cool you down so that Raste can have her turn.”

      “Thank you, Cheiro,” Thanda smiled at the departing ocelot. “Just like you and Alharu, I prepared my paws for this occasion. Take a good look at them, Carel.”

       Carel stared at the snow leopardess and noticed that there was a strange mist surrounding the paws. It was thicker and whiter than the steam surrounding Alharu when she used the heating stones on her paws.

      What the hell did she do? Did she use liquid nitrogen on her paws? No. Think Carel! You already had this massage once. What method did she use? Well, she didn’t tell you, but you did try to guess.

     “I’M FREEZING!” Carel screamed as the snow leopardess already clasped her paws on his member. She gently clamped the base with one paw and the tip of the member with the other paw.

       Despite the coldness of her paws, his dick was still erect. He watched as those grey paws covered in dots kept rubbing him with all the love of a warmth hearted person despite the coldness of their touch.

      “Ice helps to reduce swelling by reducing the temperature of the injury, so I wondered if maybe I could use that on my ashiatsu massages,” Thanda explained as she stroked. “I mainly use a box of ice or very cold water, but my paws are perfect to reduce bruises and swelling.”

      “She’s right,” Alharu smiled proudly at her best friend. “It’s why most of her client are injured athletes. Her paws are better than an ice package.  If you don’t believe it, check your dick.”

     Carel focused on the paws stroking him and noticed the result. He was still erect because of their pleasurable technique. But their cold body temperature had reduced the size of his dick, making the stroking more bearable since Nina and Alharu had their turn with him.

     “I think it’s time you had your release and Ratse had her turn,” Thanda smiled as her paws finally left Carel alone. “Did Nina give you the release pressure points to finish him off?”

     “No,” the serval crossed her arms and gave the jaguar and accusing look. “She did not. You mind giving me those pressure points, Nina. They must be important if Thanda wants me to use them.”

     Nina stared at her, then at Thanda, then at her group, then at the other students looking at her from the shadows, and then at Carel, who at this point was silently begging her for mercy. Sighing, the jaguar whispered some words into the serval’s ear, who nodded in appreciation.

     Ratse sat in front of Carel and squeezed his length with her long slender toes. She went straight to the point.

     Carel gasped as all of the pressure that accumulated in his nether regions was accumulated in one region. Even with his dick feeling outwardly cold from the freezing paw massage he got from Thanda, there was a burning sensation building within his member.

      They’re heavy. My balls are heavy!

     Ratse spread her toes, curling them in front, above, and to the side as she pumped his dick. It was unlike any pawjob he received. Skilled toes, agile paws, and swift legs working in tandem to satisfy her client.

      Is she triggering the pressure points Nina told her about? No. Something is telling me she’s not doing that yet. This pawjob is all her.

       “I can’t take this anymore,” Carel begged. “I think I’m gonna die. Make it quick, Ratse! End it now!”

      “You’re the boss!” Ratse gave a feral grin as her serval toes finally pressed the pressure points Nina told her about.

       Her paws separated from each other. Her toes spread out in different directions and then curled inwards to press different points in the shaft. Then the paws gave a single stroke and Carel howled in pleasure as his dick erupted with mountains of cum.

      In a display of jealously, Nina pressed her paws on Carel’s dick, wanting to feel the sensation of his cum coming out of his dick into her paws. Before Ratse could protest, the rest of the girls joined in as they each pressed their paws on Carel’s dick, feeling that they each contributed to his orgasm.

      The coyote was blushing, tongue sticking out as he was stuck in a sensation of pain turning into pleasure in a single second. Once the last bit of cum came out of him, Nina and her friend took their paws of his dick.

       Carel gasped, heavily exhausted for his whole ordeal. To his surprise, he was able to move his head a bit, almost as if his orgasm gave him back some motor abilities.

       “Is it over?” he asked Nina. “Can I go back home?”

      “It’s over for us,” Nina panted as she pointed to herself and her friends.

      “Thank God,” Carel sighed in relief.

     “But you’re gonna have to tell that to the other apprentices,” Nina pointed at the glowing eyes staring at them.

     “Other apprentices,” Carel lifted his head and noticed that there were other people staring at them, eyes that belonged to the apprentices that stayed in the background, the apprentices he forgot were there because he was preoccupied with his torture.

      “I don’t remember how many other felines there are,” Nina admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed. “But most of them are cats. Then you can move to the canines.”

      “There’s more!” Carel shouted in alarm.

      “Yes,” she confirmed. “We took turns by families. Felines came first. Canines came next. You’ll find out the order as it comes along though.”

      “But we’re not even done with my punishment!” Carel yelled as he watched the other masseuses marching towards him. He noticed many paws of different sizes and colors surround him. Some had their claws sheathed and others had them unsheathed.

     “I know,” Nina yawned in exhaustion. “The canines are probably getting exhausted so the lower feline members will have to give you a trample pawjob orgy. It will be quicker, albeit just as intense as what you experienced.”

     “How is that comforting?” Carel shouted as he noticed Nina and the other girls leaving, noticing that they were talking about wiping their paws.

     “If you’re knocked out, you won’t feel any pain,” Nina winked at him. “See you later, Carel.”

     Carel was left speechless as the jaguar left. Then his expression turned to horror as he noticed his vision filled with paws with pink, grey, brown, and black pads. Realizing what was gonna happen, Carel let out a scream of frustration, which was muffled when a dozen pair of paws pressed all over his body.

     First it was pressure, then it was pain, then it was pleasure, then it was nothing but pitch black darkness. And then he rested.



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