The next task

Erik followed the possessed women as they moved slowly across the store. The Latina woman crawled on all fours with Freya’s full weight on her back. To her credit she was fit, thick thighs and strong arms working under the strain, but every few steps her elbows trembled and her heavy tits swayed hard enough to slap against her own ribs. Milk residue still streaked her dark hair and ran in thin dried lines down her back. Freya rode her like she owned the body. She reached back every few seconds and spanked the older woman’s ass with an open palm, the sharp cracks echoing off the shelves. She hummed some tuneless little song under her breath while she did it, completely at ease.

They had only made it halfway down the next aisle when a stroller cut straight across their path.

A posh-looking Middle Eastern woman stood behind it. Mid-twenties. Definitely rich. A designer scarf covered her hair and framed an elegant face. Fancy blouse, tailored skirt, expensive heels that clicked once when she stopped. Gold jewelry at her throat and wrists, real gold, from the way it caught the light. A tiny white dog sat in the stroller like a spoiled child. The woman’s eyes went wide when she took in the scene: the semi-nude younger woman riding the completely nude older one, both of them without a care in the world. She covered her mouth with one hand.

“What is this? Where is security! This is unacceptable.”

The accent was exotic, sharp with offense. She was already digging in her purse for her phone.

Freya folded her arms across her bare chest and looked down at the woman from her perch.

“You just had to turn down this aisle, didn’t you? Well! The more the merrier!”

Erik barely had time to register the wording before a bright blue bolt of light streaked in from somewhere across the store and hit the Middle Eastern woman square in the chest. Her phone slipped from her fingers and clattered to the floor. Her body jerked once, then went still.

Erik knew what that meant. The man with the gun was still in line of sight. He tried to step around the frozen woman to get a look, but a hand landed flat on his chest and stopped him.

The same woman now wore a seductive smile that did not belong on the face that had just been calling for security.

“Hey handsome! Can I interest you in my lovely rich girl titties!?”

She lifted the front of her blouse with her free hand. Caramel skin. Small B-cup tits, neat and perfectly shaped, lighter nipples already hardening from the attention. They were nothing like the large ones he had been forced to look at all morning, but they sat high and clean on her chest. Despite everything, despite the terrible circumstance he was in, Erik’s eyes locked on them for a full second before he forced himself to look away.

He shoved her hand off his chest and pushed past her, running down the aisle toward where the bolt had come from. Empty. The controller was already gone again.

Her voice floated after him, light and mocking in tone.

“Oh don’t bother man, I’m already long gone. You took too long looking at this new meat bag of mine.”

She ran a hand through her hair, twirling a dark strand around one finger, then ripped the designer scarf clean off and tossed it aside. The expensive fabric fluttered to the floor.

“I must say, even though I didn’t plan on taking this one, she will be very useful. She is quite rich according to her memories. Daddy pays for everything you see!”

She winked at him.

Erik walked back. Freya and the Latina both sat motionless now, eyes empty, bodies slack. The Middle Eastern woman was whistling softly while she dug through her own purse. Credit cards came out one after another, black ones, platinum ones and she fanned them like a hand of poker before slipping them back in.

She noticed him staring at the other two.

“Oh don’t worry about those two, I am at my limit with how many meat puppets I can make at once, so I’m just saving energy by putting them on standby while I don’t need em.”

The little dog in the stroller started barking, high and frantic, staring at its owner like it knew something was wrong. The woman snapped her head toward it.

“Oh shut up you stupid mutt!”

Then her eyes dropped to something in the stroller. A slow grin spread across her face. She bent over and picked up a tiny dog leash. Without any hesitation she adjusted the collar and slipped it around her own neck. The leather sat against her throat like it belonged there. She walked the few steps to Erik and held the end of the leash out to him, voice dropping into something soft and filthy.

“I think we’ve found the perfect task for you Erik, you must walk this bitch to the back entrance. We will have your final task there!”

She dropped to all fours right in front of him. Her blouse rolled up. Her small perfect tits swayed. She panted, tongue out and let out two sharp little barks before breaking into a laugh in the middle of the act, like she couldn’t quite keep the character going.