"Since you stopped me from my snack, I think I'll finish up with you." Pluto closed her eyes from the approaching form of Ara, awaiting the youma to suck her dry. Suddenly, she squealed as multiple arms grabbed her. They held onto her thighs, hips, and shoulders. She involuntarily squirmed, trying to break free of Aras grip. She had no luck, as the youma held firm. At once, she felt weaker, opening her eyes to see the blue wisps of her energy fading into the youma.
"Please stop, if you take any more..." The words on her lips as a faint breeze through the train windows washed over her. Horrified, she realized the ribbon had disappeared, leaving her topless. Looking around, her stomach churned at the faces of the humans. For the males, and some females, she was the object of their desire. The leering faces, the snapping of cameraphones, the face nobody was coming to her aid, it was too much. Ara stopped draining Pluto when the woman started to cry. It was soft, but the green haired senshi had tears coming down her eyes. Small sobs wracked her body.
"Feeling humiliated and scared? Now you know how I felt."
Ara's words held no sympathy, or sadism. The tone was neutral, but Pluto knew her ordeal was far from over.
"Ju...just sto..stop. Please." The senshi begged. There was a pause, before Ara lifted her hands off. Pluto smiled in relief, maybe the youma would take pity.
Her body froze as a pair of hands grip the fabric of her tiny miniskirt. " I'm not done yet." There was sense of satisfaction coming from Aras as she tugged on the flimsy material slightly. Pluto shivered, fearing the skirt would rip, leaving her fully exposed to a watching world. It was hopeless trying to get away, she was overpowered. There were no other senshi around to save her, and the leering crowd seemed content to just watch her plight. Closing her eyes, Pluto awaited for whatever was in store. Shutting off the rest of the world, the shivering senshi didn't see a figure rise from the crowd.
It was...