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 hands stopped mid-motion for a brief moment before resuming their assault on you in even greater numbers, pinning your arms and legs to the seat as they begin fondling and caressing your body with expert precision. You couldn't help but moan out at the incredible sensations they were causing as it became more and more clear that there was no escape for you now. All you could do is lay back and enjoy the ride... or rather, the handjob, tongue bath and fingering session about to commence.

With an almost sadistic pleasure, the Floating Hands continued their merciless assault on your body. Your cries and pleas fall upon deaf ears as they show no sign of letting up. The rough grip on your nipples sends shivers down your spine while a cold tongue flicks against the entrance to your most private place, teasing you endlessly. And beneath it all, slick fingers probe deeper and deeper into your tight channel, searching for that one spot that will send you spiraling over the edge.

As if in acknowledgement of your growing arousal, the Floating Hands' touches become more urgent and insistent. The tongue darts deeper into your core while their fingers pump harder and faster, relentlessly seeking the release that you so desperately crave. Your hips buck up off the seat in response, wanting more as pleasure washes over you like a tidal wave.

As your orgasm hits you like a tsunami, the world fades away into a sea of pleasure and bliss. Your body convulses violently around the hands that have brought you so much ecstasy while hot spurts of cum coat them in gratitude. Finally, as the last waves of pleasure subside, your eyelids grow heavy and your consciousness begins to drift away. For now, at least, you are free from their grasp... but who's to say they won't be back for more when you next ride the MRT home?

You awaken with a start, disoriented and panicked. The room around you is dimly lit and filled with strange machinery. Your body aches and your nipples are still sore from last night's encounter on the MRT. As you struggle to free yourself, you realize that your limbs have been restrained in some sort of harness, leaving you completely vulnerable to whatever fate awaits you.

Your eyes widen in horror as you feel something large and hard press against your anus. You try to struggle free, but the harness holding you down is immovable. As you tense up in fear, you hear a low moan behind you. Before you can react further, the object penetrates you roughly, forcing its way inside. You scream in agony as pain shoots through your body, yet there's no escape from this... thing attached to your ass. The intruder begins to thrust violently, driving you deeper and deeper into submission with each passing moment.

The pain subsides as the object lodged inside you begins to move with increasing gentleness. It thrusts deeper and harder, circling around your prostate in a sensual motion that drives you wild with need. Your hips buck up off the table in response, begging for more as you feel the edge of orgasm approaching faster than ever before. "Cum for me," a voice whispers into your ear, their breath hot against your neck. "Let go and give it all to me." And with that, the intruder picks up speed, hammering away at your prostate relentlessly as they milk you of every last drop of cum. Your body quakes and shudders violently around them, barely able to contain the ecstasy overtaking you in waves.

The intruder gently massages your swollen cock and balls before teasingly sliding something long and hard into your urethra. The sensation is intense and fills you with an unfamiliar but undeniable sense of pleasure. As they begin to pump this foreign object in and out, it feels as if every nerve ending in your groin has been ignited. Your hips buck up off the table again, desperate for more of this strange new sensation. The hands that grip you tightly begin to move with increasing speed and force, their warm breath fanning across your skin as they urge you closer and closer to the edge. You feel yourself growing impossibly sensitive, every touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. With each thrust deeper into your urethra, another wave of ecstasy washes over you, leaving you panting and helpless beneath their relent

The intruder thrusts deep and hard one final time as your body is wracked by an intense orgasm, milking you of every last drop of cum. You arch your back off the table, a hoarse cry escaping your lips as waves of pleasure wash over you in an endless tide. The hands that grip and stroke you tighten almost painfully, showing no mercy as they ride out the force of your release. When at last it subsides, leaving you drained and spent, a pair of cold hands reaches up to remove the object from your urethra with gentle care before releasing you from the harness restraining your limbs.

The hands that gently touched you before suddenly change their tune and begin to roughly caress your body once again, spreading your legs wider apart and exposing yourself fully to their lustful touch. The intruder leans down, their warm breath fanning across your neck as they whisper words of encouragement into your ear, promising more pleasure if you comply with their demands...