We catch up with Mason

Officer Sanchez kept on driving the car like a mindless zombie, fixated only on her task. Her hands stayed steady on the wheel, eyes locked on the road ahead, face completely blank. They were almost about to reach DC. The highway signs had started showing the city limits a while back and the traffic was getting thicker the closer they got.

In the backseat, Mason was straddled by Em, or at least that was the name on the tag she wore. The petite redhead bounced up and down on his cock methodically, her short curly hair sticking slightly to her forehead from the sweat. Her small but firm tits jiggled with every downward motion. Mason needed distractions. Taking turns fucking one hot woman while the other one drove them towards their destination was distraction enough. He’d been switching between the two women every now and then throughout the long drive. Sometimes he would pull Sanchez over to the side of the road, have her climb into the back while Em took the wheel, and fuck the cop until he came. Other times it was Em’s turn, just like now.

He latched his mouth onto one of Em’s nipples, sucking hard while she continued her steady rhythm. The nipple stiffened between his lips. Her pussy was tight and wet around him, but there was no real reaction from her beyond the physical. No moans that felt genuine. No looking at him with any kind of desire. Just the blank, obedient bouncing of a body following orders.

One thing Mason hated was how robotic both women felt. Like blank puppets following along to a script. At least his sister had a little more personality even when she was deep under. Serena would smile, or moan with some kind of emotion, or look at him with those light brown eyes that still held something of the sister he knew. These two were pure empty shells. Useful, hot and completely without resistance, but empty. He thrust up into Em harder, gripping her hips, trying to feel something more than just the physical release. His cock throbbed inside her as she rose and fell without missing a beat.

“Master? We are getting close to the location you asked me to navigate towards,” Officer Sanchez said softly from the front seat. Her voice was the same flat tone it had been since the trigger took hold.

Mason picked Em up by the waist and dumped her on the seat next to him. His cock slipped out of her with a wet sound, still hard and shiny with her juices. “Get dressed,” he said coldly as he pulled up his own pants and tucked himself away.

“Yes Master,” the pizza girl responded. She bent forward to pick up her discarded clothes from the floor of the car, her small ass in the air for a moment before she started pulling on her panties and the rest of her work uniform.

Mason looked out of the window as the car continued moving. He spotted the Empire News headquarters building rising up among the others. The big glass structure with the network’s logo near the top. He had called ahead asking for her help, and she had said she would provide it, but he knew he was playing against a stacked deck. The frat had money, reach, and brainwashed people in places that mattered. A reporter, even a good one, was still just one person.

He fixed his clothes, smoothing down his shirt and checking that nothing looked too disheveled. The car halted near the entrance. Mason got out, the city air hitting him after hours in the car. He opened the driver side door and looked at Officer Sanchez.

“Follow me in,” he told her.

She stepped out immediately, still in full uniform, her expression as blank as ever. He knew having a mind-fucked police officer with him would be the easiest way of pleading his case and proving that what he alleged was real. A cop standing there empty-eyed and obedient would be hard to dismiss as just a story.

He turned around and looked at Em, who was now fully dressed again and sitting quietly in the back.

“Drive the car to the basement and wait for us there,” he commanded.

“Yes Master,” she answered without hesitation. She climbed into the driver’s seat as Sanchez vacated it, adjusted the seat, and prepared to pull away.

The two of them then walked away from the curb toward the main entrance of the building. Mason knew Em would do just as she was told. She would park, wait and not move until he came back with new orders. That was the nature of the trigger. Absolute obedience, no questions, no independent thought.

Mason was lucky because the blank, expressionless look on Officer Sanchez’s face didn’t stand out too much on a cop’s face. People expected officers to look serious, focused, a little detached. Her empty stare just made her look like she was deep in some official mindset. They walked through the glass doors into the lobby. The place was clean and modern, with high ceilings and the quiet hum of a busy news organization.

He walked over to the front desk and addressed the man sitting there.

“I’m here to meet Miss Shah?”