He has to play along

“NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT! You said you weren’t going to defile my daughter!”

He stepped in front of her kneeling form, arms out like he could physically block whatever was about to happen.

“I don’t remember making any such promises,” Freya chuckled behind him.

“But hey if you don’t want your daughter to be my target then maybe you can step in and save her, mr knight in shining armour!” Anika called from the counter, that same smug smirk on her face.

“What will it be daddy!” Freya added, still on her knees.

He hated this. The controller was treating every person in the store like a set of toys and now he was being forced to play along. There was no real choice. Not if it kept Freya’s mouth out of it.

“Ok, I will do it! Just keep Freya out of it!”

His voice came out flat.

“Yaay! I will be cheering you on Daddy!” Freya sang in a high childish tone.

Erik dropped to one knee on the cold floor and opened his mouth. The position already felt humiliating. The smell of the store mixed with the faint scent of sex and piss still clinging to the counter area.

“I’ll be fair to you,” Anika said, looking down at him. “If you manage to catch three ping pong balls using only your mouth… I shall let you continue on your adventure…”

Erik nodded once. At least this was going to have an end.

Anika reached between her legs, adjusted something, and tensed her core again. The first ball launched with a soft wet sound. It flew in a low arc straight toward his face. Erik leaned forward, mouth open, and caught it on pure reaction. The ball hit his tongue with a rubbery bounce and the taste hit immediately, warm, slightly salty, and wrong. He almost gagged. He forced himself to hold it, cheeks hollowing as he kept it from falling out.

Behind him Freya started cheering.

She had found two bunches of carrots from somewhere, probably the produce section in the back and was waving them like pompoms. Her bare tits bounced hard every time she jumped.

“Go Daddy! Go Daddy! Catch those balls! You can do it!”

She spun once, carrots held high, pink-and-black hair flying, completely shameless. The controller was clearly enjoying the show.

Erik spat the first ball into his hand and set it on the floor. One down. Two to go.

Anika launched the second. This one came faster and higher. Erik tracked it, opened wider, and missed. The ball clipped his lower lip and bounced off across the tiles. He cursed under his breath and scrambled to reset.

Freya’s cheering got louder.

“Almost Daddy! Almost! You can do it! Let me bounce these tits for you”

She actually did it, cupping her own perky tits and bouncing them up and down in time with her jumps while the carrot bunches waved wildly. The sight pulled his eyes for half a second too long.

Third ball. Anika’s pussy clenched visibly and the white sphere shot out. Erik lunged, mouth open, and caught it this time, but the impact made him bite down slightly. The taste was the same, warm rubber and the unmistakable tang of a woman’s pussy. He held it, breathing hard through his nose, eyes watering a little.

Two.