Stay on the train

I need to know more about this world, and I have no idea if I'll get this opportunity again. You reason to yourself. It's super important that I know what the hell is going on.

So, you stay on the train. The train remains at the platform for a good 60 seconds before it gets going again. And when it does, the hum returns. And once again, nobody can speak.

Your right hand snaps up to grab the nearest handle.

Fuck! I'm really stuck in this pose whenever I'm on a moving train?!

The woman stares at you with a concentrated expression. The voices return. A few pointless things, but also, you find that when you search the 'airwaves', you also find your own voice.

'My name is Rina, and I'm a telepath. When the alien race known as The Plentiful made contact and gifted us their spacetime warping technology, it unlocked something in about 1 in 1000 people. Powers, mostly manifesting as telepathy and telekinesis. Most powers are very weak, but much stronger when near an active Magical Resonator, such as the one in the engine this train uses to travel great distances in just a few minutes. There has been a small issue with some of the men who gained this ability using it for nefarious sexual purpsoes, especially on these MagiRail trains, where their powers become much stronger. But recently, the reports of train molestation have exploded from few and far between, to countless reports every day. As the only psychic woman on the ****, I have been sent to investigate and identify and disable as many molesters as possible, and try to get to the bottom of why suddenly half the commuters in the city are molestating women, with many more of them with having psychic powers than statistically should be possible.'

Holy shit. That's quite the exposition dump, but all extremely useful information.

The monologue continues.

'Women report that the orgasms caused by these molestors are so strong that they leave them extremely fatigued and with shattered willpower. Relatedly, kidnappings are on the rise. I must be careful to avoid allowing myself to reach orgasm in this way while working this case.'

The voice keeps going, but you are distracted by the feeling of a tongue running across the skin of your breasts. You shudder, feel equal parts disgust and pleasure at the sensation.

You can see that there's no person actually running a tongue along your chest, so this must be another telepath molester!

Just how many of them are there?!

The train is even more full than before, and so there's even more voices to try and sift through to find the tonguing culprit. The invisible tongue flicks at one of your nipples, causing you to actually cry out with shameful delight. Thank goodness the magical train hum blocks out all the sound in the room. That would have been incredibly humiliating to have been witnessed by anyone.

You put your left hand over your nipple, trying to defence against any telepathic sensations, but the tongue has moved on, and is now licking your earlobe.

DISGUSTING!

You're still furrowing your brow and trying to discover the man's thoughts when you feel two hands on your buttocks.

HEY!

Is this the same groper, or a second one? You hope it's the former, and there's only one guy you need to knock out, but your gut tells you it's the latter. There are TWO MEN GROPING YOU AT THE SAME TIME!

You wiggle your hips in frustration, and discover that your butt brushes against an actual man's groin.

Shit! This guy is really there!

So one man is tonging your upper body with telepathy, and another man is really squeezing up to you from behind and molesting your buttocks. This is insane!

You try to use your one free hand to bat the man behind you away, but he just grabs your wrist and holds it above your head.

The nerve! The AUDACITY! Let me go!

You struggle against his grip but he holds on tightly, as the psychic tongue descends further and further down your torso, before eventually finding your clitoris.

NOOOOOO!

Your hips buck with unwanted pleasure, as the telepath's tongue goes to work on your most sensitive spot, making you feel amazing. The man behind you gets an unintentional lapdance as your butt grinds against his crotch. You can feel his stiff member as your buttcheeks press against his trousers.

This is bad - the man licking your crotch shows no intentions to stop performing magic cunnilingus on you, and the man holding your wrist isn't letting up. You feel increduble waves of pleasure, somehow enhanced further by the overwhelming feelings of shame.

I'm not even wearing panties!

And then, the shame feels even more intense as you feel the man behind you use his other hand to pull up your skirt, and leave it bunched up at your waist. If anyone was at eye-level with your crotch now, they'd be able to see everything.

The feeling of being so exposed just makes the cunnilingus feel even more intense and pleasurable. What is wrong with me?! Your hips continue to shake, barely within your control, and the man behind you continues to grind his crotch against your now exposed cheeks. A moment later, you feel his hand on your butt again, but this time it's not through your skirt, it's directly on your exposed ass cheeks.

And you can feel his thumb eagerly sneaking towards your butthole.