Keeping Your Hands Busy

Sam tapped on the first option, and instantly her hand flew down under skirt and began to rub. Oh great, just what I needed. Sam set her phone on a nearby arcade cabinet and tried to pry her furious arm from her, but it was no use. Sam's hand continued to bring her closer and closer to climaxing right there in the arcade. Nervously, she tried to find a spot of privacy, but the sensual gazes of passerby's didn't help. I hate these sweaty outcasts. I wish they'd quit looking at me. And yet...this does feel really good. Finally, she found a hidden spot where she could slip between some older cabinets. She strode right for it, and despite her voluptuous jugs giving her some difficulty, she managed to squeeze right through.

Oh shit. My phone!

Sam quickly searched herself for her phone, and sure enough, it wasn't on her. As if the app was reading her thoughts, the sound of a loud buzzing groaned from somewhere outside her little cubby. Without thinking, Sam pushed herself back out from her nook, and began searching for her phone before fate punished her once more. She passed several nerds, who undoubtedly noticed her. Her tits swayed out of her "shirt" with the weight of her new E cups, her plump lips drooling for the taste of cock, her hand furiously masturbating as she hobbled throughout the arcade. Staring was almost mandatory, and for Sam, it brought her all the closer to the edge.

Finally, as if spotting an oasis in a desert, Sam audibly shouted, and lunged for her vibrating phone with her free hand. She quickly unlocked it, but it was too late. The familiar wheel was spinning up yet again.

"Fuck! Not again!" She shouted, despite a mother and her toddler walking by outside the arcade. Not that it mattered, she already looked like an amalgamation of every single worst sin.

Defeated, Sam started wandering back to her hidey-hole, but her orgasm very suddenly crept up on her. Without warning, she very audibly moaned, and it felt as if nearly every eye in the mall stared right at her. She instantly melted, her gushing pussy squirting all over the retro carpet of the arcade. After a blissful moment of being the center of attention, Sam steadied herself again, wandered back to her crevice, and checked her phone. The new punishments read:

-Inked

-Old Faithful

-Cold Front

Oh great, I get punishments mirroring Mona's. At least I know what I'll be dealing with. With great haste, Sam opened the camera app on her phone, and studied her new tattoos. After scanning herself up and down, she counted 8 new tattoos; Cum Here written just above her vagina, WH and RE put on either side of her mouth, so when she pursed her lips into an O it spelled WHORE, a used condom on the back of her currently-busy hand, a dildo on her opposite bicep, Fuck Me Hard written on her exposed stomach, I'm A Worthless Cum Slut covering her entire back, Use Me on the inside of her left thigh, and archery targets encircling both of her now protruding and hard nipples.

Her hand still very much busy, she used her free one to go back to the app, realizing it was telling her to play another round. Quickly, she entered back into the game, and attempted her best to complete it, using the knowledge she learned from Willow, and doing a decent job of avoiding pitfalls and traps, but as she was about to win, Old Faithful suddenly spurted up, causing her to incorrectly swipe and lose the game. Three new punishments were spun up, and she had to pick only one this time, thank god.

Wait...Collared? But who would even collar me? Ramona isn't even nearby...right?

Regardless of if she was or wasn't, Sam picked Collared, thinking it would do practically nothing for her. Instantly, a bright pink collar wrapped itself around her neck, and she found herself being dragged headfirst out of her cubby and out into the main mall.