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.

Your eyes wander away from the person moaning and begging for help nearby to glance at one of the floating hands, your face already flushed as arousal fills you. The hand notices the movement and immediately shifts its attention to you, wrapping around your cock with a velvet-like touch. You let out a moan before quickly shutting your eyes again, but it's too late...

The first few strokes are almost gentle as the floating hand coaxes your length to hardness. It's incredible how this simple touch can send waves of pleasure coursing through you, making it nearly impossible to ignore. Your hips begin to rock involuntarily into its caress, seeking more contact. But the hand is in no hurry, teasingly drawing circles around your shaft and flicking at the tip as if trying to draw out every ounce of pleasure from your aching body.

As if in response to your plea, the hand seems to withdraw slightly before pressing forward again, seeking entrance into your tight hole. You gasp as it begins pushing against your opening, teasing you mercilessly with just the tip. Your body trembles in anticipation, every nerve ending tingling from arousal and desire. As if it senses your eagerness, the hand starts to thrust shallowly into your ass, stretching you as it goes, each stroke deeper than the last.

With each thrust deeper inside you, the floating hand continues to torment your sensitive spot, causing pleasure so intense it borders on pain. You clutch at the seat as your body quakes beneath its touch, moaning helplessly into the air. But despite your protests, the hand shows no signs of letting up, instead relentlessly fucking you harder and faster. Your asshole stretches to accommodate its thick length, muscles clenching rhythmically around it in time with each stroke. The air is filled with your moans and gasps, muffled only by the general hubbub of people ignoring what's happening all around them.

As the floating hand continues to pound into you with unyielding force, its other hand moves lower on your body, flicking at your perky nipples until they're rock hard. The dual sensation of pleasure from both your ass and your chest sends you spiraling out of control, your body arching off the seat as you writhe helplessly beneath its touch. You can feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you try desperately to focus on anything but the incredible sensations overwhelming your senses. But there's no escaping it - the floating hand has claimed you, and it won't let go until it's satisfied.

The floating hand senses your impending climax and redoubles its efforts, thrusting deeper and faster into your ass as it grinds against your prostate. It slips a finger inside your mouth, teasing your tongue and sucking on your bottom lip while simultaneously pinching and rolling your sensitive nipples between its fingers. With one final powerful thrust that pushes you over the edge, your orgasm shudders through your body as your cum erupts onto the seat around you. Even as the pleasure washes over you in intense waves, the hand doesn't slow down, seemingly intent on draining every last drop of pleasure from your now sensitive form.

You wake up in a dimly lit room, your body feeling oddly sore and stretched out. As your senses return, you realize the floating hands must have taken you somewhere after their assault. Panic begins to set in as you struggle against whatever bonds are holding you down, only for the rough texture of leather to meet your fingers. You're lying on a cold, padded table, restrained by straps across your chest and hips. Looking around, you see several other people in similar situations, their bodies covered in sweat and tears from previous encounters. The floating hands seem to prefer this chamber for their "milking" sessions, returning again and again to collect the essence of pleasure they've drawn from their helpless victims.

A pair of floating hands float towards you, their features hidden by the darkness. They circle around your body, carefully touching and caressing every inch of skin they can reach before settling on your most sensitive spots. You shudder as they continue to pleasure you without mercy, their intent clear - they will milk you until there's nothing left.

The floating hands continue their relentless assault on your body, their touches growing more intense with each passing moment. You try to focus on anything but the pleasure, but it's impossible; their fingers are everywhere, teasing and driving you wild. It feels like they can read every nerve ending in your skin, knowing exactly how to make you writhe in agony beneath their touch.

As if sensing your growing desperation for release, they redouble their efforts, using both hands to bring you closer and closer to the edge. Your hips buck against the restraints, seeking any form of relief from the building tension within you. But it's no use - the floating hands have you firmly in their grasp, and they won't let go until they've squeezed every last drop of pleasure from your body.

You're close now... so close to release... But the hands won't let you go that easily. They continue their merciless assault, teasing and taunting your sensitive skin with expert precision. Your body arches off the table as waves of pleasure and agony wash over you in turn, leaving you panting and gasping for breath between each spasm.

The floating hands pause briefly, hovering just out of reach as they study your flushed, sweaty face. "Ahhh... yes," one of them whispers huskily, its voice sending shivers down your spine. "You're almost there..." It lowers itself towards your aching cock, teasing the head with soft flicks of its tongue before taking you deep inside its warm, velvet-like mouth.

As the floating hand continues to suck you off with expert skill, its free hand slips lower once more, finding your sensitive entrance and pressing against it firmly. You arch off the table again, moaning helplessly as pleasure unlike any other washes over you in a violent wave. With one final thrust of the floating hand's free arm, your ass gives way to its relentless pressure, allowing it entrance into your body.