No, she remains trapped

Unfortunately for the redhead, as soon as the space had opened another body moved to fill it. She remained as trapped as she was before. She tried to get either of her arms into a place of defense, but they were unmovable. Her right arm was pinned to her body while her left was stuck raised straight up in the air.

The hand on her ass suddenly released its tight grip and began rising out of her skirt, untucking her blouse in the process. The hand on her breast, likewise, released its grip and began moving away. For a fleeting moment, Mackenzie thought the stranger might be retreating. But it was quite the opposite. He was gearing up for more. It wasn't every day he came across a mark as lovely or as hapless as the redheaded beauty before him.

The lower hand slid around to Mackenzie's right hip, where her skirt's clasp and zipper were. With a POP! and a ZIP! the garment's tension around the redhead's hips suddenly lessened severely. The hand shot back towards her alluring ass, and this time it didn't hold back. Mackenzie felt it as the fingers slipped under the waistband of her pink panties and she shuddered at the touch. But they didn't stop there. The hand continued sliding lower, sliding both Mackenzie's panties and her skirt down her hips.

At the same time, the upper hand had been busy as well. Rather than exiting her shirt, it had circled around behind Mackenzie's back. It deftly unhooked her matching pink bra with no trouble at all before resuming its position on her chest. Now it easily bunched Mackenzie's useless bra up by her neck, freeing both breasts from its cover. Then it began working on the buttons. Mackenzie had left the topmost button on her blouse unbuttoned, and that gave the sneaky hand enough room to get started. It bent at the wrist, unbuttoning the next button and the next after that.

This can't be happening, a dumbstruck Mackenzie thought to herself as she was still pinned in place by the bodies around her. This can't really be happening!

A stranger's arm was currently sitting between her breasts, unbuttoning the very shirt she was wearing! And the other arm was sliding across her ass, pulling her panties and skirt ever lower!

A few more moments and the deed was done. Mackenzie's blouse was completely open, exposing pale flesh from her neck to her stomach. Her skirt and panties hit the point of no return on her legs, and dropped to pool around her ankles. The unoccupied hand reached around Mackenzie's right hip to join its brother. Each hand pulled on the edges of Mackenzie's unbuttoned blouse, sliding the cover away from Mackenzie's bountiful breasts.

Mackenzie had been rendered nearly naked by this point. Her blouse was still on her pinned arms, but was otherwise covering just her back. Her bra sat uselessly above her breasts, and her bottoms were likewise uselessly arranged around her feet. Other than her socks and shoes, the only other functioning clothes on Mackenzie's body were the black thigh-high stockings covering her legs.

Mackenzie whimpered in both fear and humiliation. She had been stripped basically naked on the crowded train! And the only reason no one had seen her yet was because of those close confines. Her bare breasts were pressing into the body in front of her and her uncovered ass was doing the same to the person behind her. Despite her best efforts, she still couldn't move either of her arms! All she could do was hope that this perverted stranger was done tormenting her and that she'd soon have a chance to grab her clothes again.