Sexy archery contest round 1: Hands and vibrator (you fall just short)

With a heavy swallow, you try to put the hands squeezing your breasts out of your mind and pull the first arrow. "Don't... don't touch my chest at least, I need to aim." Swiftly, you pull a target arrow, nock it, aim, and fire through the window. Thwip! Bullseye, a perfect shot.

As you're lining up your second one, a shudder runs through your body as you feel a pair of hands grip the pale cheeks of your ass, exposed by your full-back panties being taken off. A couple of his fingers are teasing your inner thigh. The arrow you shoot goes a little off target but it's still a hit.

The masked Yakuza woman gives very **** applause for your second hit. "13 points so far. Let's step things up! More energy!" She snaps at the man holding your backside. One of his warm palms rests against your stomach, and two of his fingers start rapidly stroking up and down along your labia. It's really happening: a criminal is touching your crotch, and it seems like he's going to get more aggressive from here. You bite your lip and your hands begin to shake as he accelerates. Your next shot is off target too, another outer ring for 16 points. Damn it... at this rate you're going to fall short, you only have 7 arrows left.

On your next shot, you suddenly hear a high pitched buzzing sound. Although you've never used one, you know what that sound is. It's not a bumblebee. Seizing your chance you shoot before it touches you. Inner ring.

"21 points! Can she keep it up?" the criminal woman asks her audience. She gestures to the other thugs and they move the bulky camera closer to the floor so it can be angled upwards beneath your skirt. The knowledge that dozens, perhaps hundreds of people are looking at your smooth pink slit right now makes more shivers run through you even as the vibrating egg is traced around your thigh. Your next shot is a total miss. Dammit! Your margin for error just literally went out the window.

The man behind you gets up and whispers in your ear. "I'm sorry about this! I'm just doing what they tell me." he says in a guilty voice as he runs the vibrating egg up and down between your butt crack. It teases over your anus, making you emit an undignified yelp, and your next shot hits the outer ring.

You close your eyes for a moment. This is one of those times you need to focus and think, not rush or take hasty shots. They didn't mention what the penalty is for losing but if this is where it starts, you can only imagine what they'll do to you if you fail their game. You hold the next target arrow half-drawn as Jiro eases the vibrating egg into your pussy.

"Hmmfff!" you bite your lip at the sudden rush of sensation. The other distractions don't compare to this. Especially when you keep wondering what this guy is thinking as he teases you like this. He apologizes, but you can tell he is enjoying getting to do this to you. That dirty jerk! As if that weren't enough he doesn't let the vibrator do its work on its own. He starts giving the top of your pubic mound a slow circular massage with the tip of his middle finger. He is hitting... something... there that is making you feel like there is a warm, pleasant fire burning between your legs, climbing higher and higher.

You think back to how you've masturbated before. It' a habit you only picked up recently when you discovered that the curved guard on your bow was juuust the right angle when you accidentally sat on it once. It's impossible to think of anything else. You draw the next arrow and try to shoot. It only hits the outer ring. Gritting your teeth as your knees begin knocking together, Jiro adds to your troubles by adjusting the control and driving the whirring intensity of the tool inside you higher. Bzzzzzzzz. Another shot. Another near-miss worth only 3 points. 3 arrows left, and you need another 23 points. At least two of those have to be bulls-eyes.

"Oh, this is so exciting!" the woman says. "I can tell my assistant has more of a natural talent for pleasuring girls than you might think. Any eligible bachelorettes from a good family, feel free to ask around, maybe you can look him up!" she says cutely.

Suddenly you know what you have to do. You mumble something under your breath. "Huh?" the woman asks, looking at you.

The vibrator edging in and out of you, teasing against your silky lower lips and then plunging deep into you, while his fingers tease your clit the whole time, takes you beyond what you can bear. You feel a sudden contraction and gasp. Your eyes flutter and your mouth opens in a wide, deep gasp as your face gets almost as red as your costume. "Unnnhhhhh... EeeeeeeEEEE!" your voice reaches a high-pitched squealing crescendo as you cum.

Jiro allows himself a little surprised, nervous chuckle. "Wow, I guess she really did like-" But, before he can say much more, you tense up and rapidly draw an arrow, nocking it, and firing. Perfect bullseye.

"Uh... oh...." the man holding the control realizes he's supposed to be doing something and he begins modulating it up and down rapidly. Your nimble fingers pull and nock another arrow. Thwip! Bullsye. Less than two seconds later you're doing it again. Although you are breathing very heavily now, you know how to shoot around that, releasing when you exhale. Pull, draw, aim, release... bullseye.

"One moment please..." the woman says to the camera. "We're confirming the results out on the target field..." she clicks the camera off. "Jiro! You were supposed to be distracting her. Good work, I suppose, but why did you stop?"

"He... he didn't stop." you say, catching your breath. "I decided to stop fighting it. He made me... um, go. You know." you blush and avert your eyes. "I was saying, 'refractory period'. I went to a high school with good sex ed. After the... 'event'," you cock your head bashfully, "...it takes a few seconds before that response can start building up again. I waited it out, and took my shot when I was sa.. say.... hmmmffff..." suddenly the reprive your body had given you ends, and you start feeling weak in the knees again from the whirring of the device. "Okay, I won your stupid sick game already! Now take that thing out of me!"

To his credit, the man behind you does exactly that, pulling the vibrator away. The overwhelming pleasure being taken away is actually a relief.

"Well," the woman looks at a man in the yard giving her a gesture. "You did get 57 points from hitting the targets. However, you also lost 10 points because he clearly made you come in a very flashy way. Everyone who bet money that you were going to have an orgasm is feeling very happy right now and cheering. How do you feel about that?"

"That's... that's not fair..." you whimper.

"Alright!" Oba-san talks to the camera again. "Arrowlette came very close! Oooh, 'came' more than close I think, hee hee~ But she still has a chance to win her freedom. It's just that this next phase of the game will be a lot more difficult and a lot more risky. This time, I would not recommend she just wait things out again. The number of points needed this time is less, only 30. But... she will be needing to shoot from a more awkward position, while moving."

The woman goes over to the guy behind you and whispers to him. "Really?! Well... whatever you say, Oba-san." he says in a nervous tone.

"While we give Arrowlette a minute to recover... it wouldn't be fair if she wasn't going to feel all of the pleasure, after all.. let me help my assistant get her special challenge tool ready." Although you are a little perplexed by her words, it soon becomes clear what she means as she drops down onto her knees in front of the gangster who'd been teasing you, then unbuttons and unzips his pants. With a single smooth motion he pulls them and his boxers down, exposing his turgid cock. Your eyes bugle out in surprise. It isn't exactly huge, but it isn't tiny, either... around six inches, more than your last boyfriend was packing.

Noticing that you're looking at his cock, Jiro looks away. Even under his mask you can tell he's blushing. With a 'schllrp', the woman takes his erect shaft between her lips and begins bobbing her head up and down on it.

"Hold on, wait a darn second!" you protest, giving her a 'time out' signal with your hands. "WHAT are you doing?! Didn't you say he's your nephew or something?"

The woman giggles again as she pulls off, softly jerking him in her hand. "We're not blood related." she says simply, as if that settles it. "I wouldn't go any further than this though, it's just to get him a little slippery and ready. This is for you, Arrowlette. You're going to be doing the next target shooting segment while sitting on his dick."

"S-sitting on?" you stutter, putting your hand to your mouth and gasping. "You don't mean-?"

"Of course I do! What else?" the woman says cheerfully before going back to sucking on him. "Lay down on the table, Assistant-san."

Unwilling to go against her, and probably looking forward to what you're going to have to do more than a little, the muscular underworld scion gets up onto the table and lies there stiffly.

The wicked matriarch presiding over all this talks to the camera again. "It's time for round two! It's practice for both. For our sexy Arrowlette in having to shoot a moving target while distracted, and for Mr. Assistant in learning to control himself while in the act of love. It's important for a man to be able to satisfy his wife or girlfriend, don't you think? And toys are all well and good but he really needs to be able to do it the natural way. Mr. Assistant will be Arrowlette's human time limit. If he can't keep his sexy arrow in her quiver... hee hee... then she loses automatically. But every 5 seconds she goes without moving her hips will cost her a point. I promise, I will be a very fair and impartial judge."

"Um, but... the thing is..." You realize just pleading with her not to make you do this is going to go nowhere. And though you'd never admit it out loud, after all the teasing you've been getting... well, maybe some small part of you is looking forward to getting a little action. The fact that sleazy criminals will be watching you having sex on live TV should make you feel completely disgusted and horrified, but it's actually making you wet and tingly to think about.

Hesitantly, you take the sallow flesh of his stiff, upright cock in your hand and begin softly toying with it, thinking about how it's going to be inside you. "I know I have to win the game but... shouldn't he at least be..." you clear your throat and lower your voice to an embarrassed sotto voce, "...wearing a condom or something?"

"Oh," the woman says with a cheerful, toothy smile, "he would have been, if you succeeded at round one. Oh," she turns to the camera and rubs one of her soft hands over your exposed midriff, flipping up your skirt and tucking it into itself so that your crotch will be clearly visible to the camera, "could it be that our plucky bowstring-plucking heroine is in her dangerous days? Well, heroes are supposed to thrive on risk and high stakes, aren't they?"

She looks at the clock and then makes a 'v' sign with her fingers. "Okay! Betting time is over! Time to begin! If Mr. Assistant finishes before she uses all her shots but she makes her last shoot before he collapses, she gets +10 bonus points, so please, Mr. Assistant, hold out as long as you can! But, if she hits all of them, gets enough points, and she is still holding out, she can hop off and finish things however she wants. There's a lot to bet on, and so many ways it can end! I'm very excited!"

You brush your sweaty blonde hair away from your eyes as you awkwardly step up onto the table and straddle Jiro's hips. "Well... here goes..." you say, smiling nervously at the camera.