A woman waiting for a bus

A young graceful woman you don't know is the only person at the bus stop on the opposite side of the road, waiting to leave campus and head into town. A strange time to be heading in that direction, since lessons are starting soon, but who knows, not everyone has a lesson every morning.

Her calm and serene expression does not change as you approach her. She must be completely lost in her own thoughts, as she stares right through you as if you weren't there.

She's wearing a wonderful flowing sundress, which is being gently tugged by the breeze, the long skirt wafting behind her, and the upper section pulled against her body, revealing her curves even more than normal.

"Nice day for a sundress." You comment calmly as she daydreams, causing her to finally snap out of her daze and look at you.

"Huh? Oh... Right." She seems uncomfortable at being talked to by a random man, which is sensible to be honest. You might be dangerous.

You walk past her and behind her, and she returns to her daydream.

And then, all of a sudden, you grab hold of the bottom of her dress and yank it up. Up up up, as high as it will go, until it's over her head.

"HEY! WHAT?!" She shrieks, raising her hands up to try and pull the skirt back down, but it's too late. You've already started wrapping duct tape around the top, creating a lovely 'skirt purse' in which her head, arms and hands are all trapped in a fabric prison.

"What are you doing? STOP!!!" She screams, but nobody comes to her aid. It's just you and her, and a few bystanders starting to gawk and ogle at the woman's dark bra and thong, which are now both fully visible.

Next, you retrieve a combination bike lock, and quickly lock the waistband of her thong to the nearby lampost.

"I've locked your thong to the lampost next to you." You explain in a matter-of-fact tone. "You'll want to keep standing half a foot away like you are right now. If you move any closer, the weight of the bike lock will pull your thong down."

"WHAT?!" She shrieks, her panic rising more and more by the second.

"Just a couple of finishing touches, I reckon." You muse to yourself out loud. "Firstly, I don't think you need to be wearing this."

On a normal day, you find bras rather fiddly and cumbersome to unhook and remove. But with the universe's will on your side, you discover that it takes you less than ten seconds to slip her bra off her, then reattach the shoulder straps after it's been removed, and then dangle it from the lampost.

"NOOOO!" She screams.

That just makes the number of people who have noticed that she's tied to a lampost and topless continue to increase.

Finally, you take a roll of five condoms and dangle it precariously from her thong.

You then turn to the crowd of students (mostly men) who are quickly forming around her.

Time for one more test of your bullying powers.

"Attention everyone! This woman is now officially my bully victim. The rules are as follows - you can look, and take photos and videos, but you can't touch her or anything attached to her... Unless she gives you permission. However, you can only help her get free from her taped up dress after those five condoms have been used and filled inside her. Understand? She has to give you permission to fuck her, but if she doesn't let five of you fuck her, you're not allowed to help her escape. Please keep passing on these instructions to any new bystanders who arrive."

You pause, and wait to see how the group of 15 or so onlookers react.

"Wow. That's cruel." A woman comments. But she doesn't move to help your victim out.

"How about it, hun? Want me to fuck you?" A lecherous man calls out.

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!" She shrieks.

"This is unbelievable. I'm going to stream it." Another man says, and with a 'beep', his phone starts recording.

"DON'T FILM ME, HELP ME!!!" She yells.

"Sorry Miss, we can't help you until you let us fuck you." Another man explains apologetically.

Perfect.