He has to

Freya’s voice came from behind him.

“Hey daddy! Let’s go, aren't you in a hurry to save me?”

Erik looked back. The Latina’s eyes were still blank, but her body had started moving forward again on all fours, automatic, carrying Freya’s weight without complaint. The Middle Eastern woman tugged forward on the leash at the same time, body crawling on its own. Freya reached down, grabbed a fistful of the elegant woman’s dark hair, and yanked her head up so Erik could see. The eyes had rolled completely white.

“Lucky me eh? Through a lot of effort I learnt how to give their bodies automatic instructions as well, takes less energy. But kind of an incomplete job.”

The leash pulled steady in Erik’s hand. He let it. The Middle Eastern woman crawled ahead of him on automatic, leash taut, while behind them Freya rode the milk-streaked Latina forward through the store.

The dog kept barking from his stroller, but he was left behind, forgotten.

Along the way, as they passed the vegetable aisle, Erik’s eyes caught movement in the corner.

A blonde woman in her early forties stood with her back against a produce bin, legs spread wide. Her jeans and panties were shoved down around her ankles. One hand held her soft but still slim stomach out of the way while the other worked a thick white radish in and out of her cunt with short, wet strokes. Full heavy tits that had settled into a soft natural shape bounced lightly with the motion. Wide hips, thick ass, loose ponytail half-undone. She wasn’t rushing. She fucked herself with steady focus, the radish glistening every time it pulled free before she pushed it back in.

Erik slowed without meaning to. The leash in his hand went slack for a second as he stared. The wet sound of it cut through the low hum of the store refrigerators. Juice ran down her inner thigh in a thin line. She shifted her weight, planted her feet wider, and drove the radish deeper, a soft breath leaving her mouth. Her heavy tits swayed. She looked completely absorbed, like the rest of the store had stopped existing.

He watched her do it for a long moment. In and out. The way her thick ass flexed against the bin. The way her fingers adjusted their grip when the radish got too slick. Something in his chest stayed tight the whole time, rage at the controller, helplessness and the simple fact that he couldn’t look away from another woman being used like a toy in the middle of the vegetable aisle.

Freya’s voice came from behind him, bringing him back to the real world.

“You know I can see what you’re looking at, right Daddy? Don’t act like you’re not watching her stuff that thing in her cunt.”

The blonde’s head turned at the sound. Her eyes landed on the strange little group, Erik holding a leash attached to the crawling Middle Eastern woman, Freya still riding the milk-streaked Latina. The radish stopped halfway inside her. For half a second she just stared. Then a bright, empty smile spread across her face. She waved like it was the most normal sight in the world.

She didn’t bother pulling the radish out. She just hopped and skipped over with it still buried in her cunt, juice running freely down her thigh, heavy tits bouncing hard with every step. She snuggled straight into Erik’s side without hesitation, pressing those massive soft tits firmly against his arm and holding on.

“Heya! This meat bag’s Rachel! I just want to make sure all my puppets are together for the finale!”

The voice was bright and excited and completely wrong coming out of a suburban mother’s mouth. Erik didn’t bother arguing. He had learned that much. He kept walking and tried to ignore the way she rubbed her tits up and down his arm, soft heavy flesh sliding against him with every step.

A few minutes later the whole group reached the dessert section near the back entrance.

The young man was waiting. He sat casually on Anika’s back, who was on all fours, naked, face blank, body locked in place like a piece of furniture. The college couple from the chips aisle flanked him on either side, both still naked, both completely empty-eyed. The colorful toy gun rested loose in the controller’s hand.

When he saw Erik a wide smile split his face.

Erik’s eyes locked on the gun. The man had already admitted he was near his limit. This might be the only chance. He waited until the crawling Middle Eastern woman reached the man’s feet. The controller reached down and rested a hand on her head.

Erik lunged.

But Rachel’s grip on his arm suddenly felt unbreakable. The strength in the older woman’s body was sudden and absolute; she held him in place like he weighed nothing. He started to swing his free arm at her and Freya was already there, grabbing that wrist with both hands. Erik froze. He would not risk hurting his daughter’s body, even if something else was driving it. The controller knew exactly how to play it.

Then the gun came up.