Kaguya let out a small squeal of protest as she was pulled into the man's lap.  Before any thought of escaping could go through her head, she felt her top shift.  Glancing down only confirmed her fears; the fabric had been pulled away enough to nearly expose her breasts, pulled down when the man had grabbed her.  Immediately, she felt her face grow warm, and anyone seeing her would see a fierce blush covering her face.  "Ahh... nn-no, please... let me go..." she squeaked, tugging gently against his hands, to mortified to even try and escape, one hand covering herself to try and preserve what remained of her modesty.  Not that it helped, she couldn't tell what they were saying, but it was clear whenever he was talking about her, as his hand pushed her arm out of the way to gesture at her breasts each time.  And each time, she blushed again, letting out more weak squeals of protest.  Despite having the strength to easily snap all these men in half without breaking a sweat, she was in too much of an embarrassed panic to even think about fighting her way out of here.