Focus, focus, focus!

Don't think about the thumb touching my butthole.

Don't think about the thumb touching my butthole!!!

It's a lot easier to say than do. You thought you felt violated before? Well this is a whole new level of wrong. To have a man touch you there - and not even telepathically, but with literal, real skin, is just too much.

But the only way you can make it stop is if you can find his thoughts and blast his brain. So you need to focus.

If it's so wrong, why does it feel so good?!

No! You can't think about the thumb wiggling around the outside of your sphincter right now! You have to focus! Focus, and use your powers to listen out for a pervert's thoughts.

'Oh crap, I think I forgot my passport!'

'It's so hot and cramped in here...'

'Yeah bitch, you can't stop me without the use of your hands, can you?'

Fuck, that's him, right? Time to mind blast!

But... Something is stopping you. Are you only 99% sure you've got the right guy?

Fuck! With each passing moment, the psychic tongue on your clit and the very real thumb trying to worm its way inside your anus are bringing you to new heights of ecstacy. You've got to resolve this before you cum!

'Your asshole fucking loves being touched, doesn't it? I bet you're a right butt slut.'

BZZZZT! The pleasure receptors in your anus feel like they're suddenly twice as sensitive, and seriously impressive lightning bolts of pure joy shoot out from where his thumb is toying with your rapidly weakening ring of muscle, flashing through your whole body and making you even more wet.

That's it, it's definitely him! Time to blast him!

But... there's still a mental block.

What's wrong? Why can't I mind blast him?

And then you realise that a certain phrase is still echoing around inside your head.

'you can't stop me without the use of your hands'
'you can't stop me without the use of your hands'
'you can't stop me without the use of your hands'

Fuck! Apparently, your brain now believes that while he's got hold of your hand, you aren't allowed to psychic blast him into unconciousness!

FUCK. THIS IS BAD.

'Oh dear, slut, I can see your knees getting weak. That's right, the next time you orgasm is going to be on a train, surrounded by strangers. And then you'll be so weak and exhausted that you won't be able to stop me or anyone else from fucking you right here in broad daylight.'

NO NO NO

But how can you stop this? You can't wiggle free of his grip on your wrist, and you can't use your ability that renders him immediately ****... What other tricks do you have left at your disposal?

The tongue on your clit doesn't relent, and now the tip of the thumb of this cruel molester behind you is working its way inside your tight little sphincter, which doesn't have the strength remaining to stop him. And it all feels absolutely wonderful... And is about to make you cum.

'I live at 142 Evergreen Lane. My computer password is FuckAroundAndFindOut69.' Your own mind's voice flickers back into your thoughtstream. The weird old woman in front of you still has her eyes closed, still focused on whatever psychic technique she's using to help you recover your missing memories. That's probably for the best. If she had her eyes open, she'd be watching you get held, molested and **** to orgasm against your will.

'I have developed a unique psychic technique called Electric Shock, which I can only use once every few minutes. All nearby men experience an unpleasant pain in their brains, which leaves them momentarily disorientated and stunned. My other unique technique is called Blizzard and reduces the-'

ELECTRIC SHOCK! You scream desperately into your own brain.

All around you, you see the male passengers suddenly stiffen up. Many clutch at their skulls in panic.

The thumb isn't removed from your asshole, but the hand gripping your wrist significantly loosens. You immediately take the opportunity to yank your hand downwards.

I'm free!

Free from having your wrist held above your head, anyway. You're still being molested, even if both the tongue and the thumb have momentarily stopped moving.

You try to find the thoughtstream of the guy with this thumb in your asshole once again.

'You bitch! Was that you?! Do you have psychic powers?! You're going to pay for that insolence! Wait until Kaito hears about this! He's going to find you and warp your mind so hard that you'll='

And then you send a psychic shockwave into his brain so hard that he actually recoils backwards as he slumps to the ground. His thumb slips out of your butt with a silent wet slurp.

Aaaah~!

There's no time for celebration - there's still some psychic motherfucker tonguing your clit... And you are dangerously close to the edge. Time to find him.

But first... You place your free hand onto your clit, shutting off the psychic sensation.

'Huh? Why can't I tongue her there any more? She was so close! Is this something to do with the guy behind her collapsing like tha='

In your peripheral vision, an older man with a walking stick collapses to the ground.

Take that, you son of a bitch.

You take several deep breaths as you control your body and pull yourself away from the edge of orgasm. That was too close.

And this entire time, your right hand continues to disobediently grip the handle above your head, and will continue to do so until the train stops again.