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“Is this what you get off to huh? Being fucked, damn you must be a gay asshole, is that what you’re into huh? Possessing women and getting dicked down.”

The woman didn’t answer. She seemed lost in it, panting, moaning, eyes half-lidded even while that smirk stayed on her mouth. Her small tits jiggled with every hard thrust. The wet sound of skin on skin mixed with the soft crunch of chip bags under their knees. Erik had to admit, for half a second, that he was a little jealous. Women always seemed to get more out of this side of things or so he had heard.

As his attempt at getting a reaction failed, he shifted attention to the man instead, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Man I don’t know what kind of sick game he has you playing but if we work together we can take him down.”

The man didn’t even look at him. He just shrugged the hand off and kept thrusting.

“Who said I’m playing some game, I am the game master after all. I don’t play games to win prizes…”

The woman finished the sentence for him, voice steady even while she moaned.

“…I just take whatever I want…”

Both of them started laughing. Behind Erik, Freya laughed too, same timing, same filthy edge. The sound hit him like a slap.

No.

This meant the controller could possess men too. The realization made his blood run cold. Then why hadn’t he just taken Erik? Why keep him running around the store watching his people’s bodies get used like a toy?

The couple stopped. They adjusted without any awkwardness. The man sat upright. The woman climbed with him, still impaled on his cock, settling into his lap so she faced Erik. She grabbed a bottle of champagne Erik hadn’t noticed before, probably from some nearby display and twisted it open. She poured the cold liquid straight down her cleavage. It ran between her small tits in a clear stream. The man leaned in and drank it right off her skin, mouth open, tongue working.

She turned her head and looked at Erik while the man kept drinking.

“To answer your question, I can choose to feel whatever I put my meatbags through. Like right now I am feeling how delicious this champagne feels when drank through this woman’s cleavage through this meatbag…”

She pointed at the man whose mouth was still on her chest.

“…While I’m also feeling how good it feels to be fucked and to be fucking using this meatbag’s pussy…”

She pointed at herself, rolling her hips once for emphasis so Erik could see the place where their bodies were still joined.

Freya walked up behind him and put a hand on his shoulder. Her bare tits brushed his back.

“Get up daddy, we still need to find him…”

Erik looked back at his daughter. The rage that had been carrying him was starting to crack. Something heavier and quieter was pushing through, helplessness he did not like experiencing at all.

As the two of them walked back to the front of the store they spotted the cashier sitting on top of the counter. She was naked now. Completely. The torn work shirt was gone. Her full heavy tits sat out in the open under the fluorescent lights, brown skin still marked in places from where the fabric had been. In one hand she held a clear plastic bag full of bright white ping pong balls.

Erik barely had time to wonder what the controller had been doing when the answer came flying out of her. A ping pong ball shot from between her legs with a wet little pop and bounced once on the floor before rolling away.

“Damn this chick really works out, her muscles are so strong see…”

The voice came from Anika’s mouth, but the way she flexed her stomach made her pussy visibly twitch and squeeze. Another ball shifted inside her.

“Whoa!! I wonder if I can launch the ball at a target accurately!” Freya said beside him, pure excitement in the wrong voice.

“We can try it!!” Anika answered immediately.

Freya ran ahead before Erik could stop her. She dropped to her knees a short distance from the counter, mouth open wide, hair falling around her bare shoulders, tits hanging free.

Erik knew exactly where this was going.