4. Grope: Tifa Lockhart

Tifa could feel the burning stares of pity on her as she walked.

The bartender was walking the streets of the sector 7 slums with a tall muscular woman named Rosa.

When this woman had started causing trouble in sector 7, Tifa tried to stop her but she was much stronger than Tifa was.

“C’mon Tittyfa, say hi to the folks” Rosa commanded, bringing her hand down on Tifa’s ass, groping the bartender

“H-Hi Jane”

Jane just gave Tifa a pitying look of silent thanks before retreating indoors, closing the shutters.

Tifa had been stripped of her usual clothes and forced to wear what could generously be called a bikini. The golden scrap of fabric did nothing to hide Tifa’s very generous curves, if anything it showed them off. Her breasts were practically spilling out of this thing and jiggling with every step.

“C’mon, sugartits” A hard slap signaled to Tifa it was time to walk

Rosa wrapped her arm around Tifa’s shoulder, her hand grabbing Tifa’s breast. The bartender just looked away, blushing. With her community as hostages all she could do was be a toy.

It was humiliating. The feeling of this woman having her way with her. The way her hands sank into Tifa’s flesh. How good it made Tifa feel.

‘Someone…save me’