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Agnes glanced at the clock in the cafeteria as she made her way past the tables of passengers. This was her routine. She averted her eyes to the floor when strangers, mostly men, stared as she passed. She timidly weaved through the crowd as their eyes lingered.
“Look at that ass,” One man whispered to his friend out of earshot of the young woman. Her white t-shirt outlined her nipples and rode up a few inches to expose her waist. The young man fell silent as his head tilted. He hoped it wasn’t what he thought, but as she moved closer, a tinged patch of red skin revealed itself. He quickly fumbled for his phone and reported the discovery on the health app, as he had been trained to do.
All four doors that bordered the massive cafeteria quickly shut. Passengers gasped at the loud metal doors, startled by the sudden movement and noise. Some froze while others went about their menial tasks, seemingly unfazed. That was until six men in protective gloves and masks repelled from the upper deck and moved in unison toward Agnes. The two men that were armed ushered other passengers away from Agnes as the remaining four surrounded her.
Agnes gasped, brushing her hair behind her ear as she cowered. She tried to swallow, but the thumping heart beat in her throat only grew more intense.
“Ma’am, we need you to undress,” The man ordered. Her eyes widened in astonishment. You’re kidding, right? She thought as she stood completely still for a while. Strangers stood quietly in various parts of the room, all eyes on her as one of the men grabbed her neck and pinned her against his body.
“What-” Agnes tried to kick her legs out as her back rested on the man, his grip dug firmly around her arms. His colleague tugged at her tight, white t-shirt as she gasped. “What are you doing?!” The cool air immediately hardened her nipples as the man slowly pulled it over her head.
Strangers pointed and whispered with each other as a few men whistled around the room. Agnes tried to cover herself, embarrassed by the hoard of individuals seeing her so vulnerable. It was her worst fear, something she had literal nightmares about. A single tear ran down her cheek as reality sank in. She glanced at the admiring faces and frantically bucked her hips out to try to escape.
A few photos of her waist and chest were taken as the man spun her around, each of them examining her body. She hadn’t noticed the rash before the photos were taken, but she was relieved that the worst of it was over. After all, why would they need to inspect her whole body?
“Take off her pants!” A young man hollered across the room. Agnes suddenly noticed the look of anticipation on the crowds face, the curiosity. Whether she liked it or not, the men were putting on a show and her heart sank at the realization that she was the nude spectacle.
She stared at an older man who traced her body with his eyes, tongue caressing his lips as if she were a meal. Suddenly, she felt eager hands tugging at her waistband. The buttons of her tight, black jeans popped off as the man struggled to pull them off. Another man grabbed the fabric from her ankles and together they tugged in unison, to no avail. Finally, one of the men groped her as he sat at an empty table.
“Can’t we do this in private?!” She sobbed, flailing around to avoid their touch and struggling to keep her composure. He bent Agnes onto his lap, face down with her ass in the air.
As hard as she tried to swallow her tears, the emotions got the best of her. She sniffled as the man gently peeled off her jeans, exposing her fat ass and thick thighs. Her back arched as her ass jiggled from the force of their hands.
The crowd chattered, praising how perfect her ass was once it was revealed. Some onlookers clapped in appreciation while others dropped to their knees to get a better view. One young man weaved between the health inspectors to touch her perfectly round cheeks, drooling as he was pulled away from the guards.
A small black thong could barely be seen, swallowed by her plump cheeks. One camera flashed, then another, and then multiple flashed at once. She didn’t dare to look up, but she could see the shoes of onlookers who wanted a closer view.
“I’ve been waiting to see that fat ass,” one murmured. “I bet you she’s well-groomed too!”
“Please do not do this,” she whispered timidly. “I… please…” She bawled, chest heaving from the growing anxiety. The men ignored her and paid no mind to the strangers photographing her partially naked body.
Two hands gripped her small thong and ripped it into two pieces, throwing them on the ground below her. They lifted her onto her feet, pinning her arms behind her to get a better view. A perfectly trimmed, thick landing strip was revealed as the man spread her legs and took more photos. Strangers did the same. Her bush was tame, well-maintained with thick black pubes that matched her thong.
“PLEASE STOP! FUCKING STOP!” she finally screamed, overwhelmed and humiliated by the violation. She couldn’t believe what had happened, felt dirty and degraded as the men groped her body. “This is against my will! Isn’t anybody going to help?” She pleaded with the passengers.
She continued to fight, which only made the men hold her against her will for longer. Their eager, hungry faces were evident to her, even behind the mask. There was a clear sense of pleasure that they possessed, seeing her distraught and non-compliant.
