You will be doing target practice, while being someone's practice target (M/F)

(Warning: Mild ****)

Still tied up, one of the guys you'd fought with earlier is escorting you in. You can't get a good look at him since he's behind you, keeping his hands on your shoulder as he guides you along. The beautiful woman who'd been at the table with you is leading the way, her heels clicking on the floor. As she is walking through the halls of the estate, a door opens and a teen girl in a schoolgirl's pleated skirt pokes her head out, starting to speak even before the door is open. "Hi mom, I'm going shopping, can I have- OH!" she looks at you. But rather than being surprised to see a blonde girl just a few years her senior being escorted down the hallway with her arms tied behind her back, she puts her hand over her mouth greets you with a squeaky, coquettish giggle. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt business!"

"It's quite alright, dear." the woman in front of you with the fashionable haircut reaches into her designer handbag and pulls out a hundred dollar bill. "Despite a slight setback for your grandfather and I today, it's looking like we will have a good weekend. That's the last time until next month though, I don't want you getting spoiled."

The girl bounces up to her mother and gives her a hug. You look at her with silently pleading eyes but she just blinks and giggles again, brushing past you. "Bye, mom! Bye jūkei!" she seems to be addressing the guy behind you with that one as she skips past you down the hall.

At last you find yourself led into small second-story room overlooking a large and spacious back yard garden. The window is standing open but has bars cris-crossing over it, tantalizing you with a path to freedom just a little too narrow for you to exploit. One of the tattooed guys from before enters carrying your bow! You sigh in relief, worried you were never going to get that back... but they surely can't have any good reasons for bringing it.

And then, when the well-dressed woman unfolds a hidden panel in the wall to reveal a large, bulky video camera like a movie crew would use, your bad feeling gets stronger.

"Since you've interrupted and spoiled my dear father's latest business proposition, I've convinced him that rather than teaching you a bloody lesson, we should let you pay us back by participating in a little game. My family runs the gambling racket in this town, you see. Not even the Tuscano Family can hope to challenge us, and the most popular games we have these days are the ones that are... well," she blushes theatrically and puts a hand on her cheek, "a little perverted. It can't be helped. Such things are what the guys in the gambling parlors like to see, after all. It looks like the girl who was going to pay her debts to us today is getting a free extension, because you are simply perfect."

Sweat is starting to bead on your brow as you look for any kind of escape. The criminal matriarch in front of you reaches into her purse... and pulls out a switchblade, extending it with a flick. You yelp and try to back away but she takes hold of your wrists. For the moment, she only cuts through the ropes, the guy behind you keeping a hold of your wrists so you don't get any ideas. The woman steps back, and the guy releases your hands... but she doesn't put the knife away. Instead, she gestures with it towards the window.

"Look out there, Arrowlette. Do you see those archery targets set up in the yard?" You nod uncertainly. "Well," she continues, flashing a smile, "I should not need to explain too much more, should I? It's going to be a target-shooting game. Since you got yourself captured before you could show off any of your skills, I am graciously giving you another chance."

Your heart leaps and you struggle to suppress a smile. Could you really be this lucky? Those targets are barely 40 yards away, if that. Even shooting from an odd angle through a window hitting them will be child's play. "I'll do my best, I guess." you say, trying not to sound confident.

A knock comes at the door. "Alright, our parlors say the patrons are ready for our broadcast to begin." The door opens and a couple of thugs bring in a sheaf of fiberglass target arrows (too light to be good weapons, and with small heads - you could do some damage with them, sure, but they won't let you take on a whole house full of these Yakuza goons). On the table alongside the arrows is also a small velvet case about a foot long and a large black butterfly-styled mask. The woman puts on the mask and does a peace sign to the camera.

"Helloooo again! It's time for a very, very special game! For those of you who are new to one of our dens of delights, remember, no recording if you value your wrists intact! If you want to watch, you need to place a bet!" she says in a peppy, cheerful voice. "As you can see, we are being joined by nothing less than a superheroine from the League of Propriety! Give a hand for the lovely Arrowlette!" she pauses and waits for the distant audience to applaud. You flinch and look away as you realize that dozens of lowlives are staring at you now. Suddenly you're glad you didn't make your costume any sexier than it is.

The woman laughs when she sees you look down and cross your legs nervously. "She's very new, just started patrolling the streets to deal with those nasty bad guys a few months ago." One of the thugs from before puts a signboard up on the wall, but you focus on nervously watching what the lady is going to do. "So today she is going to be playing a very unique game with us. Arrowlette will be doing target practice, while at the same time, serving as someone else's practice target. The goal is for her to get at least 50 points with 10 shots. 10 points for dead center, and then 5 points for the inner ring and 3 points for the outer."

Biting your lip, you glance down at the bow in your hands. This lady probably thinks she's setting a tough target but you're confident you'll get at least 80 points. And you aren't even going to have a time limit?

"Of course, you could just see a pretty girl doing archery at the Olympics in Sydney this fall, right?" The lady gives a loud and very ****-sounding laugh. "So the real fun is that she has to shoot while helping someone else practice their skills. Which skill? Only the most important one in the world: love! Awwwwwwww!" she makes a heart with her hands and mugs dramatically for the camera again. "Place your bets, you have five minutes!" She clicks a button and the red 'live' light atop the camera goes dark.

The guy who had led you in here clears his throat. "Um, obasan, should I go and get Mr., uh..." Smiling warmly at him, the woman in the mask shakes her head. "No, no. There has been a change of plans, Jiro." she tosses a second butterfly mask at him. "You are going to be helping with this one. Today isn't just about humiliating Arrowlette and making some money off bets. You need some practice to build your confidence."

Your ears start reddening as these disturbing euphemisms stack up. "Hey, wait, what are you talking about? Be open with me at least, what is going to happen to me?" you ask unsteadily.

"Ahhhh!" 'Obasan' coos again. "You see, I only have two daughters, and since my husband is in prison for the next 20 years and lost his visitation privileges after his last escape attempt, a male heir isn't looking likely. So, in a few years when my father goes, the man of the house is going to be my nephew-in-law here, Jiro. But although he's a good study in a lot of ways, he's a little bit too shy. He should've been married 5 years ago, but he keeps losing his nerve every time we try and set him up with someone."

You turn around to look at this 'Jiro'. It seems that Obasan's words have hit the mark as he avoids your gaze. He's clean shaven and his short black hair is spiked up. He's changed into a suit jacket now, but he's still left the collar and the front of his shirt unbuttoned, showing off his well-defined pectoral muscles and the edge of his tattoos. Despite being a couple inches shorter than you, his exotic features actually make him quite handsome. Under different circumstances you wouldn't mind letting him buy you a drink... er, if you were old enough to drink. A Pepsi, maybe. "I really don't think..." he weakly protests, but his aunt just waves off his hesitation.

Over his shoulder, you see the board that was posted up, listing the bets. Aside from bets on whether you'll hit the points target or not and by how many, there is also a section with a picture of a blushing girl's face and a word you don't recognize. "What... what does 'a-he-gao' mean?" you ask to yourself. "-10 points? How am I supposed to avoid it if I don't know what it is?"

Oba-san flicks the camera on again, and motions one of the thugs to stand by it so he can pick it up and move it if needed. "Yay! Time to begin! Before we give Arrowlette her arrows, we need to begin with a little stretching and warm-up. Once that's done we'll give both contestants the 'tools' they need, hee hee!"

She whispers something in Jiro's ear. He nods and gulps. Your big blue eyes blink in confusion and worry, then you turn back towards the targets and draw your bowstring to make sure they didn't tamper with the pull. However, no sooner have you turned way than you feel a pair of strong hands wrapping around your waist, squeezing the exposed skin of your tummy.

"Ah!" you let out a breathy gasp. You can hear Jiro's breath right behind you. His hands soon slide up to the sides of your top. "Wait, don't do that! You're... don't you know how much trouble you could get in for this?" you ask weakly as his hands slide under your chest guard and begin squeezing your small, pert breasts. Without thinking, your body begins responding on its own; it takes you a moment to realize you're rubbing your exposed butt up against his hips, and then you awkwardly stop. Although you weakly try to pull out of his grip he's far too strong. Soon his hands are going up under the hem of your skirt, flipping it up and giving the camera a good view of your white panties. You clutch your hands around his wrists, but he doesn't stop. Jiro slowly slides your panties down past your knees and around your ankles, then pushes you to step out of them.

The woman giggles again. "Ohhh, lucky panties! Whoever wins the biggest today will get Arrowlette's panties as a bonus prize!"

You're standing there in front of a camera with goodness knows how many people staring at your exposed, hairless pussy. All your efforts to cross your legs are foiled as the man behind you massages your well-toned thighs. You feel driven to assert your pride. "You... dirty perverts! This is nothing, I'll still hit all those targets easy, and you'll all be going to jail for this!" you squeak as he continues running his hands all over your nubile body.

When you feel something hard in his pants hitting the back of your thigh, you remember hearing that this organization doesn't usually carry guns, so that isn't a pistol in his pocket. The older woman hands you a sheaf of arrows, but just as you're plucking one out and getting ready to draw, she hands the little case that was on the table to Jiro... and when he flips it open, it is revealed to contain... what looks like a little pink plastic egg with a remote control attached. Well... when you saw one of those in your fellow heroine's bag of things, now you realize why she was so embarrassed...