Big time

The blue beam hit Erik square in the chest. He braced for the worst, sleep, death, the same blank emptiness he had seen on every other face. His hand went to the spot where the light had landed. Nothing. No pain. No wound. For half a second he thought the gun had failed.

Then he looked up and saw the smirk.

A voice spoke directly inside his skull, calm and amused.

“Yeah dude, you assumed right, I can’t possess everyone at once, even before I grabbed the rich bitch, I was overdoing it. But I can still keep a part of my soul in your body to ensure I can take full control in case you don’t cooperate!”

Rachel and Freya let go of him at the same moment. Both of the MILFs then walked over and stood beside the controller like obedient pets.

He raised his voice so the whole little group could hear.

“Here’s a simple game you must win to win your sweet daughter back! I will be fucking Layla here…”

He pointed at the Middle Eastern woman, who had already rolled onto her back with her legs spread and raised, waiting.

“…While you must fuck your daughter… and if you manage to hold on and not cum until I’m done, then I will leave her body, or else I will keep her forever. Comprende?”

Erik stared at him, blood running cold. The terms were insane. He opened his mouth to refuse.

His own voice came out instead, bright and eager.

“Yeah my man! You’re on.”

The controller laughed.

“I knew you’d be a good sport about this my dude!”

Freya stepped in front of Erik. She peeled the rest of her clothes off without hurry, jeans, panties, everything, until she stood completely naked. Then she lay down on the cold floor in the exact same position as Layla, legs open, pink-and-black hair spread out, perky tits rising and falling with calm breaths. At the same time the empty-faced college couple stripped whatever clothes Layla still wore and left her fully bare and ready.

“Oh just one last thing before we begin!”

The controller lifted the gun, pressed the funnel to his mouth, and aimed it at Layla’s chest. He drew a long breath. Her body jerked a couple of times. A small ball of blue light pulled free from between her tits and flew back into the barrel.

Layla’s eyes snapped into focus. Panic flooded her face. She tried to sit up, tried to close her legs.

“Wh-WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE?” she yelled out.

The college couple grabbed her ankles and wrenched her legs wide in opposite directions, holding her open. Rachel and the Latina dropped their full weight onto her wrists, pinning her hands to the floor under their asses. Layla thrashed and screamed.

“No, what are you people doing! Let me go!”

Rachel reached down, pulled the radish, still slick and glistening out of her own cunt, and shoved it straight into Layla’s open mouth. The protests turned into wet, muffled choking sounds.

“All set now!”

The controller grabbed Layla’s hips and drove into her in one hard thrust. The rich woman’s body jolted. Her eyes went wide above the radish gag.