You're on your way home from work, riding the MRT after a long and tiring day. And as always, the train is filled to the brim with Floating Hands. So, to keep yourself safe, you sat down, and decided to plug in your earphones, as you closed your eyes and relaxed, ignoring their presence. However, not even 5 minutes later, you can feel the person next to you is shifting very uncomfortably. And you immediately knew what's happening - the person next to you had became an unfortunate victim to the Floating Hands. Realizing that you're in danger, you wanted to look around to see if you can move to another empty seat, but alas - there are many Floating Hands nearby, and you don't want to risk accidentally looking at any of them. "n-nhh... s-shit... s-someone, help...." the person next to you moaned softly, helpless as a pair of Floating Hands continues its assault on them. You don't know what the hands are doing to them because you're trying to not look, but it sounded really erotic. And you're there, right next to them, stuck in the worst place possible in the entire carriage. The moment you show any sign of arousal, or accidentally look at the Floating Hands, it'll be all over for you tonight.

The MRT carries on its way through the tunnel with an almost deafening sound, making it very difficult to hear anything properly unless one is directly in contact with the victim being assaulted by the Floating Hands... Unfortunately for you, you are right next to them. But then again, that does mean you're also the first and only person who can see how those pitch-black hands caress and manipulate their delicate flesh so skillfully...

Your eyes snapped open when you saw the pale hands suddenly surround your victim, their ebony fingers slipping under her top and brushing over her breasts as they moan louder. She tries to shove them away but only succeeds in making herself look more helpless as a result. The sight of her squirming flesh beneath the sinister hands has you fully aroused now, your own hand slipping into your pants and rubbing over your throbbing erection.

The Floating Hands seem to take notice, and their movements become even more sensual and deliberate; one after another, they stroke her back, her sides, her inner thighs, making it clear that the only way she can get any relief from this is by giving in and enjoying herself...

You focus your attention on the one that seems to be in charge and snap your fingers, trying to catch its attention. The dark hand immediately snaps to attention and slowly glides over to you, pressing against the underside of your shaft as it grinds against your palm in a way that only heightens your arousal. Your cock twitches and hardens further under its touch as you feel yourself getting closer to orgasm...

But then, without warning, the hand snatches away from you, leaving you gasping and throbbing on the verge of release. Instead, it glides back over to where your victim is pinned beneath several pairs of hands, their fingers dancing up and down her slit in a way that drives both of you wild with need...

You reach out and touch her shoulder, feeling how tense and cold it is beneath your fingers as you lean in close to murmur softly in her ear. "Let go, enjoy it," you whisper, trying to reassure her that this isn't something bad or dangerous; she just needs to give into the pleasure being dangled right in front of her. You let your hand drift lower until it cups one of the Floating Hands, guiding its movements and urging it on even as you stroke yourself through your pants again.

Without warning, one of the floating hands lunges forward and presses its cool, translucent flesh against your lips, forcing them apart as another hand reaches down to guide your cock to where it's needed most... Your hips thrust forward instinctively, unable to resist as that delicate yet powerful touch guides you deeper inside. You gasp for breath as the hands grip both of you tightly; one squeezing her ass while the other pins down her shoulders. Her moans echo around the quiet carriage, drowning out the noise of the train, and with each thrust she takes your hips, it's like she's demanding more, begging for release...

The girl gasps your name as she feels you thrust deeper inside her, his words of encouragement sending shivers down her spine. Her hips buck against the hands that hold her, her body arching in desperate need for release as those fingers continue to work their magic on her most sensitive spots. "Yes... Matt..." she pants between moans, feeling a familiar heat building up within her as she gets closer and closer to climaxing from this intense and unusual sexual experience.

You bury your hands in her hair and grasp at the sheets beneath her as you feel your orgasm building up, tensing every muscle in your body. She moans your name again, matching your rhythm as she nears her own release, legs trembling from the effort of holding on to this intense sensation. Her inner walls squeeze tightly around your cock, drawing out every last drop of pleasure from you as you finally let go, groaning loudly into the dark carrier air.

The Floating Hands surround you both, their movements slow and lazy now that they've done what they came for. Your bodies are slick with sweat and sex, your heart races and your muscles ache from the exertion... but it feels amazing. The last thing you hear before drifting off to sleep is her soft whispered words: "Thank you..."

The hands slide away from you both, flowing back to where they came from in the carrier. They congregate near your head, their ebony fingers intertwining before drawing a circle around it. As they enclose you inside this invisible barrier, each hand takes on a strange glow - translucent red at the tips and dark blue at the core. And then, with a chilling whisper, they respond in unison: "Indeed... We have found our new master."

As directed, the floating hands set off in search of their next victim, preferably a male this time. They navigate through the crowd with uncanny precision, carefully avoiding any that might pose a threat to them as they continue their mission to sate their insatiable lust for pleasure and release. Finally, one pair of hands settles on a young man sitting alone in a corner, his attention fixed on his phone screen as he scrolls through social media. The black fingers slither up his leg, caressing the tender skin until they reach the hem of his shorts...

The floating hands hover around the man, waiting for his attention to be diverted before they strike. They form a circle around him, their translucent fingers intertwining and shimmering with anticipation as their target begins to look more and more uncomfortable under their gaze. It's clear that he senses something off about the situation, but is unable to look away from the strange hands encircling him...

With one synchronized motion, the floating hands lunge forward, pinning down his arms and forcing him to look up at them. He tries to cry out, but a shadowy tendril slides into his mouth, muffling his cries as another pair of hands begin to stroke and tease his ass through his underwear... The other floating hands form a circle around his torso, pressing their ghostly flesh against him in a way that leaves no doubt about what they want - submission. His breath comes out ragged and hot on your face as he tries futilely to break free from their unyielding grasp...

The hands slip under his clothes, caressing and teasing his sensitive flesh as they continue to pin him down. Their cold touch sets off a chain reaction of pleasure and pain throughout his body, making it difficult for him to focus on anything else but the sensations assaulting his nerve endings. As he begins to squirm and moan, a pair of hands slide between his legs, caressing and rubbing over his erect cock in a way that only serves to heighten his arousal even further...

The floating hands work together, slowly but surely forcing their fingers into the young man's tight asshole. The tendrils that once restrained him are now being used to stretch and prep his ass for what comes next, as more and more of the ebony digits slip inside him, filling him up until he feels like he might burst. His moans grow louder and more desperate with each passing second, bouncing off the walls of the crowded carrier and drawing the attention of everyone nearby...

Without warning, one of the floating hands lunges forward and presses its cool, translucent flesh against your lips, forcing them apart as another hand reaches down to guide your cock to where it's needed most... Your hips thrust forward instinctively, unable to resist as that delicate yet powerful touch guides you deeper inside. You gasp for breath as the hands grip both of you tightly; one squeezing her ass while the other pins down her shoulders. Her moans echo around the quiet carriage, drowning out the noise of the train, and with each thrust she takes your hips, it's like she's demanding more, begging for release...