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 gentle caressing and rubbing becomes harsher as the person next to you continues to moan softly. Their body trembles violently against your own, shuddering in pleasure. You can feel your cock growing harder by the second, stretching the fabric of your pants uncomfortably. But if you look at them... if you give into temptation and gaze upon their now flushed face slick with sweat and tears of pleasure... then it will be all over for you too.

You have to focus on breathing slowly, trying your best to ignore the sensual sounds coming from next to you as the Floating Hands continue their relentless assault. With each moan and cry, your own body becomes more and more aroused, but you can't give in... not yet.

Their breath comes in ragged gasps as the Floating Hands continue to stroke and caress their body. Your hands twitch, wanting to reach out and touch them, to comfort them... but you can't risk it. Every fiber of your being is on edge, aching for release, needing relief from this agonizing arousal. The Floating Hands know this weakness, they use it against you, knowing that the moment you look at their victim...

Their hips buck wildly against yours and you feel a sharp squeeze around your cock through your pants. Your heart pounds in your chest as you try to suppress the moan rising up from deep within. No... not yet. You can't give in...

A pleading whimper fills the air as their hips grind against yours relentlessly, driving you both closer and closer to the edge of release. The hands seem to increase in strength, their touches sharper and more demanding now, as if they sense your growing arousal and use it against you. Your cock throbs painfully behind your zipper, leaking a thick stream of pre-cum onto the seat. You can feel the pressure building inside you, your entire body tensing in anticipation of that final release... but not yet.

The hands seem to move faster now, almost frantic as they continue their assault on your poor helpless victim next to you. They know that the longer they keep this up, the more likely it is for one of you to finally give in and look at them... but maybe if you distract yourself with other thoughts? Focus on something else entirely until this passes? The Floating Hands move to block out all other senses except touch as they focus intently on your pleasure centers, trying desperately to bring about that final release.

Your eyes locked on as the pair of Floating Hands continue their assault on your helpless neighbor. They move deftly over every inch of skin, nipples hardening beneath their touch as they trail kisses down their body. Your heart pounds in your chest, anticipation and desire coursing through you like fire. One hand slides lower, slipping into the waistband of their pants and wrapping around their aching cock, stroking slowly and steadily while the other teases at their puckered hole, fingers playing with the entrance until it's slick with arousal.

Your own hips thrust forward involuntarily against the seat, rubbing against your trapped erection as you watch in helpless fascination. The sounds of moaning and pleading fill the air, making your head spin and your senses reel with desire. You can feel yourself growing closer to the edge, te

As you watch the Floating Hands take control of your neighbor, their movements become more and more intense, faster and harder. The sound of slapping skin against flesh echoes through the train car as they fuck him relentlessly, his body arching off the seat in pure pleasure. His moans become strangled cries as his prostate is stimulated mercilessly, leaving him helpless to anything but the sensations coursing through him.

Your own arousal grows to a fever pitch, your cock throbbing painfully beneath your clothes. You can feel sweat beading on your brow and your chest heaving with each ragged breath. But still you manage to resist looking away, transfixed by the erotic scene playing out before you.

The Floating Hands seem to sense your growing submission, picking up their pace even more in an attempt to bring both of you over the edge

Your neighbor's cries become more desperate now as the Floating Hands push him ever closer to his climax, their movements growing wilder and less controlled with every passing second. The pleasure they're inflicting upon you is almost unbearable, each touch setting off a new wave of sensations that threaten to send you spiraling over the edge at any moment.

But still, you manage to hold out... barely. Tears stream down your face from the strain, your fists clenching tightly in an attempt to find some sort of release for this unbearable tension. You can feel yourself beginning to lose focus, the world starting to grow hazy around the edges as your body pleads for release.

The Floating Hands seem to sense your imminent surrender as they continue their onslaught with renewed vigor. One hand moves lower, sliding between your legs and grasping your aching cock firmly in its grip. It begins to stroke in time with the movements of its companion, milking you relentlessly as it drags its fingers along the length of your shaft, gathering pre-cum before sliding them back up again.

Another pair of hands float down from above, their cool touch sending a shiver down your spine as they cup your nipples, pinching and tugging gently but insistently. You arch your back involuntarily against the seat, helpless to resist this relentless assault on all of your senses. The pleasure is intense beyond measure, bordering on painful as it races through your body, threatening to tear you apart

A soft moan slips past your lips as the Floating Hand teases at your entrance, flicking its wet fingers across your puckered hole before pressing forward slowly but surely. You feel yourself tighten reflexively, trying to resist the intrusion, but the hand is surprisingly gentle and persistent, eventually forcing itself inside in a single firm thrust.

The pressure of their touch intensifies as they begin to circle your rim, alternating between gentle caresses and firmer presses that make you squirm uncomfortably in your seat. You can feel your body tensing up even more at the invasion, your muscles growing tighter as the pleasure centers deep inside light up with an intensity unlike anything else.

The hands continue to work their magic on you and your neighbor, pushing both of you closer and closer to the edge with every touch, caress, and thrust. Your hips buck wildly against the seat in time with the movements of the Floating Hands as they drive you both ever nearer to completion. But just when you think you can't take anymore, they find some hidden reserve of energy within you, igniting a spark that quickly turns into an inferno of desire.

With one final, swift movement, the pair of floating hands slide effortlessly inside your neighbor and yourself, moving in unison as if they've been doing this for years. Your bodies thrash against each other, the sensation of being filled so perfectly driving both of you wild with pleasure. You moan incoherently, every muscle tensing as the edge draws nearer and nearer until it finally hits, sending a wave of indescribable

The hands move with unrelenting determination, relentlessly driving the two of you towards your climaxes. As you approach the peak of ecstasy, time seems to slow down, each touch amplified and magnified a thousandfold. The sounds of moaning and pleading fill the air, echoing off the metal walls of the train car as if they'll never end. And then, with one final thrust deep inside, your body explodes in a release so intense it leaves you gasping for breath and shuddering helplessly against your neighbor.

But the hands show no mercy; even as you come down from your high, they keep up their relentless assault on your exhausted body, determined to bring both of you back to that place where pleasure and pain become indistinguishable from one another.

When you wake up in the milking chamber, you find yourself strapped to a table with your legs and arms spread eagle. Your body is sore and aching all over from the intense sessions with the Floating Hands the past few days. The air smells of sex and sweat, and it's not hard to guess why.

A pair of floating hands hovers above you, examining your still-limp member. After a moment, they descend and begin to stroke your cock in slow, deliberate motions. Your body responds immediately to their touch, growing hard and straining against your bonds as arousal courses through you again.

Another pair of floating hands move down to your entrance, preparing to repeat the process all over again...

As you feel the helmet being placed on your head and the cock pump attached to your member, a wave of panic washes over you. The Floating Hands don't seem to notice or care about your discomfort, continuing their erotic ministrations as if nothing is amiss. You try to struggle against your restraints, but it does little good; the more you fight, the harder they seem to squeeze and the tighter they become.

Through the haze of fear and confusion brought on by the helmet, you can feel yourself starting to respond again to the stimulation from the floating hands. Your body grows hard beneath their touch, moans escaping your lips despite your efforts to remain silent. As much as you want to resist, you find it increasingly difficult not to give in and enjoy what they're doing...