Jennifer jumped into the last car on the 4:15 outbound train that was leaving the inner city station. It had been a bitch of a week, and she was looking forward to getting home and just tuning out for the weekend. The car was nearly full, but she found one last seat in the back next to younger blonde woman and a middle-aged man with a dark five o’clock shadow. The whole car was stuffed with people getting off from work, avoiding the discomfort of making conversation by staying glued to their phones.

Jennifer followed suit, flicking open her news feed as the train began to pull away. For some reason, Jennifer was aware of a strange, high-pitched whine drifting down from the car’s PA system. She wondered if it was just her, but she couldn’t help but notice several of her fellow passengers tapping their earbuds as if they were hearing the obnoxious noise through their devices.

The train chugged along, settling into its rhythmic chuk-ka-chunk pattern, the motion of the car rocking Jennifer back and forth in her seat. Jennifer always felt she could relax on a train and just let her mind wander as the train took her wherever she needed to go. Today, however, she felt like the gentle, swaying rhythm had a particularly strong soporific effect on her. She kept feeling her eyes droop down heavier and heavier with every bump of the train.

Suddenly the lights of the train and the screen of her phone flickered all at once. Jennifer shook her head, trying to figure out what could be going on, but the high-pitched whine was making it hard to concentrate. She’d much rather just relax, feeling like she could just fall asleep right there on the train.

Drifting and rocking

Scrolling through her phone

Sleepier and sleepier…

Jennifer glanced up to see the blonde woman next to her gazing vapidly at her phone, her eyes fluttering close and thin string of drool down her lip. The man across from them was already slumped over, his phone resting limply in his lap. All over the train car, the passengers had already succumbed to sleep or were teetering on the edge of it.

Jennifer softly chuckled to herself. It looked like everyone had just as much of a stressful week as she had. She went back to looking at her phone. Something seemed weird with the screen, but she was just too tired and sleepy to really care about it. It almost looked like the screen had a faint, translucent design spinning on it. She strained her eyes, trying to look closer.

Was that…a spiral?

As soon as she made that thought, she felt her mind slip down a steep slide into sleep.

Look at your phone.

The words popped into Jennifer’s mind, and she felt her eyes open, floating back to her screen. A large black and white spiral was spinning, fully visible now. Jennifer just stared blankly, not caring enough to even form an opinion on it.

Watch the spiral. It relaxes you. Listen to the words. They guide you.

Yes. Jennifer didn’t want to think. Maybe she was just having a silly little dream, drifting along on the train home. All around here, the passengers were staring blankly at their phones just like her.

You have so much stress. You want to relax. You want to feel good. You want to play with yourself. Play with yourself. Give yourself pleasure.

Jennifer didn’t know if that was a good thing to do on a public train, but she looked up to see the handsome man in front of her reaching his hand down his pants, his sleepy eyes glued to his phone. The blond woman next to her was feeling up her own tits, her lips red and mouth slightly parted.

Why not? Jennifer thought. She was stressed. She just wanted to feel good.

As Jennifer snaked her hand down her skirt to tease her pussy, she could have sworn she could see words and pictures inside the spiral. Something about them turned her on.

You feel happy. You feel agreeable. You want to keep playing with yourself. Play with others.

Jennifer suddenly felt a hand on her breast. The blond woman had draped her arm around Jennifer’s shoulder and was feeling her up even as she continued to star mesmerized into her phone. The man in front of them had fished out his cock and was rubbing himself. Jennifer licked her lips as she eyed the man’s shaft.

She didn’t know how long she stayed there, her mind overflowing with erotic pleasure in a car filled with people all helplessly masturbating. When the train car opened and several people in black cat suits and earmuffs entered, she didn’t give it a second thought. When they told her to give them her work ID, she handed it over without question. They took the blonde woman’s purse and asked the man for his computer password. He gave it to them with a smile on his lips.

The people in black circulated through the train car, fleecing each passenger of whatever valuable item of piece of information they could get. Nobody resisted them, they all just drifted in a sleepy, blissful daze, some of the women taking out their tits to better tease their nipples. The more Jennifer tried to think about it, the louder the words grew in her head.

Don’t resist.

Don’t fight,

Give them what they want,

You are happy. You are sexy.

Jennifer smiled vapidly. Yes, she did like being happy and sexy. She began to hump her hips against the seat. Some of the other passengers were pleasuring each other now, handjobs circlulating freely all along the train car.

Finally, the train car came to a stop. Jennifer didn’t get up. She was too busy watching her phone, too happy and sexy to stop. One of the people in black came up to her and whispered to her and the blonde woman.

You will get up

You will follow us

The idea slipped straight into Jennifer’s open, receptive mind and she slowly rose to her feet, her computer bag left forgotten under the seat. She followed the people in black out to the train platform, not caring that it wasn’t her stop.

They loaded her into an unmarked van with several other men and women with the same blank, empty, happy looks on their faces, their bodies showing clear signs of arousal. Jennifer took a seat on the bench in the back of the van, drifting along in her own private, sexy dream as the van pulled away onto the highway.

That’s what she loved best about mass transit. She could just zone out and let it take her wherever she needed to go.