Groped

Even with her body and soul screaming in protest, Lara felt herself growing accustomed to the leering glances and lingering touches of the men surrounding her. Their arousal was palpable in the air, the scent of sweat and need mingling with her own. And though it sickened her, a tiny part of Lara was getting off on the depravity of the situation.

The men continued their subtle groping, their rough hands sliding over her leather-clad curves. One brushed against her breast, his thumb grazing over her puckered nipple through the thin fabric of her top. Another slid a hand lower, his fingers hovering just above her exposed pubic hair as if daring her to object.

Lara bit her lip hard, trying to stifle a moan as the sensations overwhelmed her. She knew she should put a stop to this, should demand they get their grubby paws off her. But something held her back, some dark, primal urge that wanted nothing more than to give in to the depravity of the moment.

As the train jolted and lurched, Lara found herself trapped a prisoner of her own making, pinned in place by the men and their lustful advances. Her heart raced, her body trembling with a stew of terror and lust. She could feel their hardness pressing against her backside, the damp spots on the front of their pants growing with each passing second.

Lara felt a surge of panic as the construction workers' groping grew more insistent. She was trapped between them and the other passengers, unable to move an inch without exposing herself further. A particularly bold one slid a hand down the back of her pants, his rough fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass.

"Fuck, she's got a hairy ass" the man grunted, his face pressed against Lara's neck as he dry-humped her. His buddies laughed and jostled for position, each trying to get closer to the object of their desire.

Lara shuddered as another hand slid up her top, roughly kneading her breast. She could feel their hard-ons rubbing against her through their work pants, the damp spots on the front growing with each passing second. "Please…" she managed to gasp, though she wasn't sure if she was begging them to stop or continue.

The leering men ignored her pleas, lost in a frenzy of lust and depravity. They groped and fondled her body with abandon, pinching her nipples, rubbing her ass, even reaching into her pants to play with her wet pussy. Lara was helpless to stop them, her willpower crumbling under the sheer overwhelm of sensation.

Around them, the other passengers looked on, a mixture of disgust and arousal on their faces. Some shook their heads and muttered to each other, while others filmed the sordid scene on their phones. A young blonde woman giggled to her friend, "I can't believe Lara Croft is getting fingered on the subway!"

Lara could only whimper as the men took their pleasure from her body, using her like a piece of meat for their own sadistic ends. She knew she should be horrified, should be fighting back with everything she had. But in that moment, lost in the haze of humiliation and lust, all she could do was moan shamelessly as they groped and fingered her to their heart's content…