He's not given a choice once again

Erik barely had time to process the sight before Freya’s hand wrapped around his cock. She guided the head to her own entrance and pushed her hips up. Wet heat closed around him. His body moved on its own, hips rolling forward, burying himself inside his daughter’s cunt in a smooth automatic stroke.

He had no choice. The piece of soul sitting in his chest made sure of that. All he could do now was try to last, try to hold on and hope it would be enough to get her back.

Erik’s hips moved without his permission, driving his cock deep into Freya’s cunt in steady, automatic strokes. The heat of her was overwhelming, tight, wet and clenching around him every time he bottomed out. Her perky tits bounced with the rhythm. He hated how good it felt. He hated that his body kept going even while his mind screamed at him to stop. This was his daughter. The same girl who had held his hand in the cereal aisle an hour ago. Now she was underneath him, legs open, hair spread across the cold floor, and his cock was buried inside her.

Across from them the controller fucked Layla with the same ruthless pace. The Middle Eastern woman’s legs were still forced wide by the empty-faced college couple. The guy had one of her feet wrapped around his cock, using the soft sole to stroke himself. The girl had the other foot pressed between her thighs, grinding her bare pussy against it in time with the thrusts. Both MILFs sat on Layla’s pinned hands, rocking their hips so the squirming fingers rubbed against their cunts. Rachel still had juice from her pussy on her thighs. The Latina’s milk-streaked tits swayed as she rode the trapped hand beneath her.

Layla’s eyes were wide above the radish gag. Every hard thrust forced a muffled sound out of her, but she was clearly fighting them, trying not to give the controller the satisfaction of real moans. Her caramel skin was flushed. Her small perfect tits shook with every impact.

Erik kept his eyes on Freya’s face instead. The controller’s expression sat on it, calm, almost bored, even while her body took every stroke. The contrast made his stomach turn. His cock still twitched inside her. She felt too good. Soft walls gripping him, wet enough that each pull-out made an obscene sound. He tried to think of anything else and failed.

The controller glanced over while still pounding Layla.

“Not bad, old man. You’re lasting longer than I expected.” His voice was casual, almost conversational. “But you should know, even if you win, it won’t really be all you. I’m feeling everything right now. Every one of these meat puppets. Including the way your daughter’s tight little cunt is squeezing your cock. So if you actually want to beat me… you might want to fuck her better. Give me something worth feeling.”

The words landed like a slap. Erik’s jaw tightened. Then something in him shifted. If the only way to get Freya back was to outlast this bastard, then he would do it on his own terms. His hands came up and grabbed her perky tits hard, thumbs digging into the soft flesh. He leaned down and took one light-pink nipple into his mouth, sucking roughly while his hips slammed forward with real force. Freya’s body jerked under him. A wetter sound filled the space between them as he drove deeper, harder, using the grip on her tits for leverage.

The controller let out a low groan. Every puppet reacted at the same time, the couple grinding faster on Layla’s feet, the MILFs rocking harder on her hands, Layla herself making a choked noise around the radish. The shared pleasure clearly hit him all at once.

Minutes stretched. Erik’s thighs burned. Sweat ran down his back. Freya’s cunt kept fluttering around him every time he sucked harder on her nipple or squeezed her tits. He focused on the rhythm, on lasting, on the single goal of making the other man finish first. The controller’s thrusts into Layla grew shorter and more brutal. The rich woman’s muffled protests turned into higher, broken sounds she could no longer hold back.

Then the controller buried himself to the hilt and came with a sharp curse, flooding Layla’s cunt. His whole body locked for a second. The puppets shuddered with him.

Erik kept going. His hips didn’t stop. He fucked Freya through another dozen strokes, cock still hard, still chasing the edge but refusing to tip over. Only when the controller finally pulled out of Layla and stood did Erik’s body slow.

The man lifted the gun, pressed the funnel to his mouth, and fired a small blue spark back into Layla’s chest. Her eyes went empty again. The college couple and both MILFs froze in place like someone had cut their strings. The controller hauled the now-compliant Layla to her feet and half-dressed her in her skirt and blouse. He walked over, Layla on his arm, and patted Erik’s shoulder.

“You won.”

That was all. He turned and headed for the back entrance. At the door he raised the gun one last time, aimed it generally toward the group and inhaled through the funnel. Multiple small balls of light tore free from every controlled body, Freya, Rachel, the Latina, Anika, the couple and shot back into the barrel. The controller smirked, adjusted his grip on the smiling, empty-eyed Layla and walked out into the daylight.

Inside the store the silence broke.

People gasped. The college couple scrambled for clothes, faces red, no memory of how they had ended up naked and tangled with these people. Rachel and the Latina did the same, grabbing whatever fabric was closest, eyes wide with confusion and shame. Anika pushed herself up from the floor, looking around like she had just woken from a blackout. None of them remembered the gun, the blue light, or anything that had happened after it touched them. They just knew they were exposed and needed to get out of this messy situation they suddenly found themselves in.

Freya’s eyes cleared last. She looked up at the man still on top of her, still inside her and her face went white.

“Dad? Wh- what’s happening, what are we doing here?”

Her voice shook.

Erik looked down at her. The smirk that spread across his face was not his own.

“I’m afraid Daddy’s not here right now, sweet tits!”

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