To the Arcade

Makoto's breath hitched in her throat as her anus clenched tightly. She tried to play off her reaction, seeing as her squeak seemed to have garnered at least some attention from the others exiting the station, by trying to take a few steps. Her steps were small and unsteady, and she felt her heart pounding away in her chest.

"Just... try to ignore it," she whispered to herself. She kept her body rigid as she walked to minimize the sensations. It wasn't helping much. After a few minutes of walking, she found herself at an intersection. She could either continue forward or turn right. She glanced around before deciding to continue going straight. As soon as she passed the turn, the vibrations ceased.

Makoto stopped there for a moment to collect herself. They hadn't expressly told her what represented getting warmer in relation to this humiliating toy's vibrations, but Makoto wasn't a fool. There was no way her depraved tormentor would reward her for being right by turning off the device. Wherever he was, Makoto was certain he was enjoying watching her squirm. She took a deep breath, steeled herself, and turned around. The butt plug sprung to life again as she did, but this time she was prepared. Or she had been until she made the turn around the corner. Suddenly, the vibrations became much more aggressive, practically doubling in speed. Makoto froze in her tracks, biting her lip to suppress another squeak, not wanting to attract any more attention than necessary.

She stood there, eyes clenched shut for a minute, trying to acclimate to the toy's new speed. It wasn't going well. She felt her legs spasm beneath her slightly, wanting to just let her drop. She held strong, taking a tentative step forward, waiting a moment and then taking another. The steps she took now were much smaller than her normal stride. She struggled on like that until she found herself at another crossroad. She considered her options. The constant sensations in her butt made that difficult, and she wanted a reprieve from them, even if just for a moment, so she turned around and backtracked a few steps, expecting the toy to turn off like before. It didn't. The device slowed back down to its earlier speed but showed no signs of stopping.

Makoto grimaced. "Of course, they're not going to turn it off again," she said under her breath with a sigh. She had no idea where they were guiding her. Truthfully, she hadn't been paying much attention to the shops she passed, and she wasn't the most familiar with the area in the first place. She just hoped she was getting close. She wasn't sure how much more of this she could take...

She turned herself back in the right direction, taking a few steps to figure out which path forward was correct. After one of her steps, the toy's speed increased again, her legs nearly buckling. She didn't stop, however. She trudged onward, taking baby steps forward, her thighs nearly pressed together. After a short period of walking that direction, her breath started to feel short, and a small bead of something Makoto wasn't going to acknowledge trailed down her thigh. Her face burned.

She tried to disregard what was happening, pressing onward. She knew her time was running low. She continued moving slowly but surely. At a certain point, she felt the speed increase again, stopping her in her tracks. Her legs quivered slightly beneath her, feeling like they were made of jelly. Her face glowed a brilliant shade of red, and she was panting.

Each step, if they could even still be called that, felt like a Herculean task to complete. For all her efforts, she was barely inching forward, having to use the storefront walls to support herself. If anyone was throwing her any looks, she was in no state to notice. She kept her eyes at her feet. Her thighs were clamped tightly together. She felt the slowly growing dampness in her loins. Her face burned. She wasn't a fool. Sure, she didn't know much in regard to sexual acts or devices used in said acts, but she knew what was happening, what would happen - right there in public in front of all these people - if something didn't change. The thought made her shudder. She felt a twinge in her loins.

Admittedly, she didn't have much experience with 'pleasuring' herself. Sae had told her when she had given her "the talk" as a child it wasn't something good girls should do. And now, despite herself, she was being pushed to the brink of having a very public orgasm... from something shoved up her butt no less. The thought was mortifying. Makoto felt shame well up within her.

Eventually, as she dragged herself along, she felt the speed of the toy sharply increase again. It was caused enough of a jolt that all the air seemed to escape out of her, and her eyes tried to do the same, bulging wide. She dropped to her knees, her body leaning onto the wall beside her for support. She panted, trying to keep any air in her lungs. Any moment, and she would be there, any moment now.

Makoto squeezed her eyes shut, mentally preparing herself, not wanting to see the faces of any of the passersby, accepting the inevitable... The pressure built and built, her thighs rubbed against each other, a slight slickness between them now. She bit her lip to hold her voice back. Any moment now...

...Except, as sudden as it turned on, the toy turned off. Makoto had exactly a moment to release a breath before the toy cycled through its speeds three times very briefly, forcing her to make a sound somewhere between a groan and a gasp, before it turned back off. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Makoto took the opportunity to attempt to catch her breath and compose herself.

Within thirty seconds of the toy turning off, Makoto felt the phone go off. Wearily, Makoto grabbed the device and answered it.

"Congratulations on making it to your destination, and with barely a moment to spare," Mr. Words said. "Did you enjoy our fun, little game?"

Makoto, still gasping for air, managed to respond. "Who would enjoy something like this?"

Makoto heard the mirth in his tone. "Looking at you right now, I would say you're the type who would enjoy this. I don't think I even have to ask your opinion on the toy we provided you. Your face says it all - you're a big fan."

Makoto spoke up indignant, "I am n-" but he cut her off before she could finish.

"Oh, you are? That's great," he lauded. "I'll tell you what. As a reward for being so honest, the butt plug is yours to keep. We'll send the remote to your home later. No need to thank me." A pregnant silence followed his statement, and Makoto already knew what he was waiting for. Makoto grit her teeth. This creep really had the gall to act like he was doing her a favor, and he expected her to thank him for it?

Not having any real choice, Makoto **** out a "thank you, Mr. Words."

"Oh, of course, it's a pleasure for both of us after all." The statement made Makoto feel filthy. She wasn't sure how many showers it would take to rid herself of that feeling. "Now, while this has been fun, why don't we get back to business. I'm sure you're eager for your next task. And this one is even easier than the last one. All you have to do is enter the arcade beside you, go all the way to the back to the claw machine that is full of stuffed animals and add your bra to the prize-pool. Simple, right?"

Makoto felt her heartbeat in her throat. Yes, it did sound simple enough... but he was telling her to relinquish one of her last remaining articles of clothing. Her mouth felt dry. "I... how would I even get my bra in there in the first place?" It was the only protest she could seem to come up with.

"Not to worry, Miss Makoto," Mr. Words smarmy voice came. "It seems some careless employee forgot to close the glass door all the way when they restocked. I'm sure a good girl, such as yourself, wouldn't mind closing it for them when you're done adding to their inventory, now would you?"

"...Not at all," Makoto said.

"Excellent," Mr. Words said. "Once you are done, I'll call to give you your next task. Who knows, it may even be a fun one for you." And the line went dead. Makoto clenched the phone in her hand and groaned. She released and breath and shakily got to her feet. It was much easier now that the vibrating had stopped.

Makoto looked and, sure enough, a few feet away from her was the entrance to the local arcade. She dawdled for a moment, dragging her feet to get to the entrance. The doors automatically opened and bathed her in the cool air conditioning. Her dress even billowed a little in its new-found breeze. Makoto hastily held it down and entered the arcade, keeping her eyes peeled for her target. The arcade seemed to be rather dimly lit with most of the lights coming from the games themselves. There seem to be a moderate amount of people gathered there, but most people seemed to be focused on their games of choice, something Makoto was thankful for.

A couple of kids were on a shooter, another on a beat 'em up, a small crowd around the air hockey table, a handful around the motorcycle racing games, another handful around the dancing game, a couple were squealing from the inside of something dubbing itself a "tornado simulator," and others playing their random things from the large assortment this arcade seemed to collect. No one appeared to be paying her any mind. Makoto steeled her nerves, trudging toward the back portion of the arcade that seemed to feed into a restaurant of sorts. And that's where she found the crane machine - in that little area in between. The space around the crane machine was dark but the machine itself gave off a lot of light to illuminate and showcase the various prizes, mostly an assortment of stuffed animals from your standard animal to a few from different older IPs, that were available to be won. Soon enough, there would be another prize available.

True to his word, the glass door to the machine was slightly ajar. Makoto bit her lip, looking around. No one was paying any attention to her for now, but who knew how long that would last? She reached behind herself and fumbled with the clasp of her bra, her hands trembling slightly, making it more difficult. Her anxiety was growing. After what felt like an eternity, she finally felt her bra go slack as the clasp released.

Carefully, she worked one arm out of its strap, making sure she didn't expose anything she shouldn't, and then she did the other. It took a little work, but she managed to remove it without any issues. She held the bra in her hand for a moment, feeling her pulse spike. Without it, the only thing she had left to keep herself from being completely naked was her dress...

She had to **** herself to act, knowing the longer she took to do it, the less likely she would. She more or less whipped her bra inside the machine, pushing the door shut before she could second guess herself. Looking into the machine, she found her bra sitting beside a mountain of stuffed animals in the back corner, completely visible.

A shiver ran down her spine as she felt the cool arcade air hitting portions of her bosom more directly than it had before, now that the only thing protecting them was her thin dress. She caught sight of herself in the mirror at the back of the machine. She couldn't tell if it was just in her head or not, but she swore she could see two pronounced nubs poking out of her dress. Before she had a chance to scrutinize it further, the phone went off again.

She hesitated a moment then answered, deciding to distance herself a little from the crane machine.

"Are you satisfied yet?" She asked.

"We've been over this already, have we not," Mr. Words said nonchalantly. "It doesn't matter how I feel. We still have a ways to go until we're finished, but that doesn't mean we can't have fun. In fact, I think you'll enjoy this next one quite a bit..."