There's nobody to help you

You look around the bus, hoping desperately to see anyone that might offer you some help. The bus is packed and noisy, but what's worse the fat kid with the beard is blocking most of your view and he's gleefully oggling your bare ass and rubbing a bulge in his cargo shorts.

That must mean...you look back to your left and see that the old Japanese guy is standing so close behind you his breath is warm against the back of your neck. You look over your shoulder in this awkward position and you see that he has his stiff little prick out and is stroking it while he rubs one bare cheek of your ass with his other hand.

The teenager is still groping your breasts, hands beneath your bra cups, squeezing and pinching your sore little nipples. The bus jiggles and you sway forward and are again reminded of the old man and his wrinkled, liver spotted, gray-haired old willy as it presses against the exposed mound of your pussy. He looks up at you and licks his lips and you see he's missing most of his teeth.

Then an idea strikes you. Maybe there isn't a salvation, but at least you could choose who is going to cop a feel. If you singled out one of the guys and went along with his perverted behavior you might just be able to shake the others. Or you could just stay like this and endure it. You're only a few minutes away from your stop.