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...

With each thrust deeper inside him, his cries grow louder and more desperate, echoing through the carrier like a prayer to some dark god. His body is no longer his own; it trembles beneath your hands as you take him harder and faster, pushing him ever closer to the brink of release. The floating hands watch with unblinking eyes, their translucent flesh glowing faintly in approval as they guide and tease both of you towards an orgasm unlike anything either of you could have ever imagined...

As you reach out to touch one of the hands guiding your thrusts, it instantly senses your intent and responds by tightening its grip on your cock, encouraging you to go even faster. The other hands, meanwhile, focus their attention on their victim; his cries of pleasure-tinged agony fill the carrier as they continue to stretch and stimulate him in ways he never knew were possible...

As you feel yourself about to release, the floating hands around you seem to multiply, their ebony fingers dancing over your skin in ways that heighten the sensation even further. The carrier becomes a cacophony of moans and gasps as everyone within earshot is drawn into this intense erotic spectacle unfolding right before their eyes... And then, with one final thrust, you come, burying yourself deep inside your victim's ass as your hot seed fills him up.

With your release, the hands seem to grow still and quiet for a moment before dissipating into the air around you like mist. The carrier returns to its usual din of conversations and cell phones, everyone too stunned by what they just witnessed to say or do anything. But the memory of it will linger in their minds for days, perhaps even weeks... And when they close their eyes at night, they'll see your hands gu

As you motion for the floating hand to jerk you off, it complies obediently, its dark fingers wrapping around your shaft and begin moving up and down in a rhythm that is both soothing and arousing at the same time. You close your eyes and lean back against the seat, moaning loudly as pleasure washes over you, obliterating any thought but the sensation of being touched by this disembodied yet strangely intimate presence.

The other hands float around you lazily, their fingers caressing and teasing your skin as if they're seeking out places that need a little extra attention. The sound of your own pleasure echoes through the mostly empty carrier, drowning out any remaining noise from the outside world and leaving you in this small bubble of ecstasy where nothing else exists but you and the hands...

The floating hands glance at each other before sifting through the crowd, seeking out potential prey. They focus on a pair of young lovers sitting close together, their bodies in constant contact as they giggle and whisper to one another. The hands flow silently toward them, their ebony fingers wrapping around their limbs and pulling them apart roughly...

The man gasps as he's suddenly torn from his girlfriend's embrace, her body disappearing into the crowd as she struggles against the unseen force holding her back. "Let me go!" he shouts futilely, struggling against the invisible grip that holds him in place. His attention is drawn to the shadowy hands surrounding him, and horror fills his eyes as he realizes what they want...

The floating hands smile darkly as they see you materialize before their new victim. They part ways, each one slipping an ebony finger between his lips and pressing deeper into his throat, cutting off his cries for help while simultaneously silencing any protests he might make against what is about to happen to him. The hands then begin to slide up his body, trailing black fingers over his chest and stomach before coming to rest on either side of his face.

As if waiting for your command, the floating hands shift their attention back to you. They flow gracefully around your limbs, pressing their cool, translucent flesh against your skin in a way that is both sensual and slightly unsettling at the same time. The other passengers seem to fade into the background, leaving it just you and the floating hands, bound together by this strange connection...

Without warning, the hands shove your victim forward and down onto the hard metal floor of the carrier. His face is pressed into the cold ground as his ass Cheeks are spread wide by two of the floating hands, revealing his tight pink entrance to you. The other hands hold him steady, their ebony fingers digging into his flesh as they wait for your next command.

You feel a chill run down your spine as you see the dark shadows enveloping the man, but it only serves to heighten your arousal. You reach out and grip one of the hands, feeling its cool, slippery skin against your palm as you position yourself at his entrance, your aching erection pressing against his tight hole.

"No... please..." the victim begs helplessly as he feels your cock pushing against his entrance. His body tenses in anticipation and fear, making it almost impossible for you to penetrate him without causing further pain. The floating hands tighten their grip on him, urging him to relax and submit to this inevitable invasion of his most private space.

The hands release their hold on the victim, allowing his body to tense and relax as he tries to prepare himself mentally for what is about to happen. You feel him loosen up slightly, and with one powerful thrust, you force your way into his tight ass, eliciting a pained grunt from him as you sink balls deep inside.

The hands curl around both of you, their ebony fingers pressing against your skin in perfect synchronization as they guide and stroke you both. Their movements become more urgent, their grip tighter as the pleasure builds to a fever pitch, threatening to spiral out of control at any moment...

The floating hands comply, their cold fingers sliding into the crack between the victim's ass cheeks to spread them wide. The act is surprisingly painful for him, and he lets out a high-pitched squeal as they pry his flesh apart. Once they have separated his buttocks, the hands slide back around to their original positions, each one wrapping an ebony finger around your shaft and guiding it deeper inside of the writhing, squirming body beneath you.

As your movements become more intense, so do those of the floating hands. They squeeze and massage both of you in time with each thrust, heightening the pleasure to unbearable levels. The other passengers seem to forget their own existence as they watch this surreal scene play out before them, their eyes locked on the intertwining shadows cast by the floating hands and your convulsing bodies.

The floating hands easily lift the struggling man off the ground and carry him effortlessly through the empty carrier to the exit, ignoring his pleas and protests as they guide him towards you. Once you're outside, they flow around you all, creating a sort of dark cocoon that shields your actions from prying eyes before finally dissipating into the night air.

As soon as you have them both alone at your home, you lose no time in satisfying your lustful urges. The floating hands return, their ebony fingers caressing and teasing every inch of your victims' flesh as they prepare them for your pleasure. They spread the man's ass wide, revealing his pink hole for you to take once more, while another hand glides up his throat, silencing any moans or cries that might escape his lips.

The floating hands stroke and caress you as well, their cold fingers

The hands obey your command without hesitation, pinching and pulling at the man's nipples as he is used for your pleasure once again. The victim arches his back in pain and desire, moaning loudly into the hand that's muffling him as you thrust deeper into his ass, feeling the muscles clamp down around your cock in perfect rhythm with each of your thrusts.

The floating hands caress and tease both of you, their ebony fingers gliding over sensitive flesh and pressing against taut muscle in a way that heightens the sensations to unbearable levels. The pleasure coursing through your bodies is almost too much to bear, but the hands keep guiding and urging you on, demanding complete submission and obedience from both of you before they'll let you find release.

As you feel your orgasm building up, the floating hands increase their ministrations, each one focusing on a different sensitive spot on his body as they urge him to come with you. With a final thrust that forces a sharp cry from his throat, you release your seed deep into his ass, filling him up and leaving him spent in your wake.

The hands gently guide the man down onto his knees before lowering his head forward; he obediently rests his cheek against the cool floor as a floating hand cups his chin from behind, lifting it up to expose his neck and smooth pale skin. The other black fingers snake between his lips, parting them roughly as they prepare him for you once more...

The floating hands, having served their purpose and now seeking fresh prey, drift silently out of the room and into the hallway. They flow effortlessly through the house, searching for any signs of life beyond your victim. As they move past a closed door, one hand pauses momentarily before gently pushing it open to reveal...

Without hesitation, the floating hands slip into the room and search for their new target. The ebony fingers flow around her body, caressing and teasing as they prepare her for your arrival...

The hands lift the woman off her feet and carry her through the house, back to where your victim lies on his knees with his head bowed in submission. As they approach, one of the floating hands reaches out and gently turns his face towards them, revealing a mix of pain and confusion on his features as he sees who they've brought back for him.

"Look what we found," the hand says coldly, pressing the woman against his body before forcing her head up so that she's looking into his eyes. "You two have some catching up to do." The ebony fingers encircle both of their necks, pinching lightly as if daring either one of them to disobey this new order.

The floating hands slide away from their captives for a moment, flowing to the woman's side where they begin tearing at her clothes with swift and efficient movements. Her garments are ripped off of her body in mere seconds, leaving her standing before them naked and exposed as the ebony fingers curl around her breasts and hips once more. The hand that had been gripping her neck now slides down to caress the soft flesh of her stomach, guiding her forward until she is once again pressed against the man's aching body.

The floating hands remain silent, but their grip on both of them tightens ever so slightly as they await your words. Their ebony fingers dig into the flesh of your victims' shoulders and sides, warning them to stay still and obedient while you interrogate this new addition to your twisted little family.

The woman trembles in fear beneath your gaze, tears streaming down her face as she tries desperately to free herself from the hands that hold her captive. She glances over at the man beside her, hoping for some sign of recognition or comfort, but he merely stares back at her with empty eyes. You can feel the tension in the air, thick and heavy like smoke hanging low on the ground, waiting to explode into violence at any moment...

The floating hands gently part her lips with their cool fingers, preparing her to speak as they wait for your question...

Tears stream down her face as she tries to choke out an answer. "I-I don't know..." She sputters, squirming in the hands that hold her. "Maybe... maybe you just like hurting people?" Her voice is barely audible, breathless with fear and confusion.

The floating hands shift their grip on her slightly, forcing her to look up at you as they lean in close, pressing their ebony fingers against her cheeks. "Tell us the truth, little girl," one of them says darkly. "Why do you think he does this?"