So here today I stand on a fully packed commuter bus, it's 07:35 and heading to the city, the same bus is always packed, and the same men always crush...against me, my body is sensitive to men touching, I feel the slight increase in pressure, but standing in my preferred position, holding on to a pole and hanging strap, allows the gropers the freedom to feel, and trace my panties elastic into my crotch, or press their exposed cocks between my bum cheeks, trust me guys, you really can feel a girls. She was not aware how my sessions with the psychiatrist and later, and especially with Mrs Smith, had helped me to gradually come to terms with what had happened and to look honestly at my own feelings about it.As I said earlier, I had never looked upon it as rape because I had been groomed for the role my coach had planned for me. At the time I had a crush on him and was easy game for his predatory instincts. There is no doubt he seduced me taking advantage of my inexperience and abusing the. At last I felt the length of the birch rods against my backside. I almost winced, but I remembered my vow to myself to withstand whatever was coming.The birch lifted away, and then an explosion of pain burst across my bottom. It was like being caned by a hundred canes, all at the same time. My cheeks felt lacerated, flayed. I gritted my teeth, stayed in position. The second blow seemed to spread the pain to my entire being. I was subsumed. I heard a cry, and realised it was me. Two more. Margaret sent us the thoughts that we were heard by both of them but Tom was not too concerned because he was presently quite content himself.MondayThe next morning I awoke and began to work more on my plans. The girls were on each side of me and I really had no inclination to move. Borin kept me informed on the search for the ship, the properties I wanted and a myriad of other details that were necessary to complete the tasks I assigned to myself.When I had to get up I did so with my PK. I was.