Brace for what is about to come

You put your hands on the metro station wall and feel your legs being kicked out, forcing you to lean forwards into the wall with your legs spread more than shoulder width. You feel a stun baton pushed into your ribs and the security officer speaks up, "You are only allowed to talk if we ask you a question. If you don't, my colleague here will zap you and we will be **** to arrest you. If you’re a good girl and cooperate with us then you won't be arrested. Do you understand?"

Realizing that there is nothing to be had in pretending you still don't know the man, you prepare yourself for the inevitable and somberly concede, "Yes, I understand."

You can't see him as the guard grins, but you can hear the satisfaction and amusement in his voice as he replies, "Good. Now, don't move. I am going to search your body for weapons."

The security officer starts off searching your left leg, starting at the boot and working his way up with both hands. You soon find that you are not being patted down, but being caressed, and he spends a lot of time stroking your thighs with both hands. The security officer then moves onto your right leg and gives it the same treatment.

After 'searching' your legs he moves onto your butt cheeks and basically gropes them. He opens his mouth and says, "You have a hot ass, what did you say last time, ‘Wanna play'?’ Well guess what, I do now." With those last words he gives your butt a squeeze and moves onto the front of your thighs and hips. With your legs spread wide, you feel his hands touch your inner thighs just underneath your pussy. Without touching your pussy, he moves his hands onto your stomach and sides before slowly working his way up to your breasts.

Having your ass groped and now the indignity of having your tits touched on the platform makes you croak out, "You can't touch those..."

"Is that so, Miss?" he asks. You change your mind when you hear a stun baton crackling directly behind you. With that the security officer cups your breasts roughly while pulling them upwards. He then grabs your shoulders and whispers in your ear, "You were told to be quiet. Now shut up and enjoy it. You played me and now it is your turn to be embarrassed". With that, the security officer pressed himself against you and started playing with your breasts. He took turns alternating from gently massaging them to stroking and roughly fondling them. As your nipples grow hard under the onslaught you start to realize you are getting aroused.

"You like this, don't you?" he asks smugly. You don't reply, but your flushed face surrenders your true feelings.