“Good job protecting those nuts,” Riley says as he crams me in and then starts wrapping a flat rope around me. If he pulled this out in bed, I’d be all for it, but it’s clear that he’s planning to strap me in so the beast can pluck out my testicles!
I fight the strap suctioning me down, and while it initially has some give, it suddenly snaps tight, refusing to let me move. “What are you doing to me?”
“Calm down. It’s called a seat belt. Have you ever had bondage during sex?”
“Of course.”
“It’s like that.”
“The car is going to fornicate with me because you will not?”
“Depends on how good you are,” Riley says.
“I’m uncertain whether this is a punishment or a reward,” I comment, well aware that Riley is a sarcastic man who is getting far too much enjoyment out of this.
“I don’t know either,” Riley says as he gets in on the other side of the car and straps himself down as well.
“So you want to be sexed by the car but not by me?”
“Yes, that’s definitely it,” Riley replies while the dead woman begins to move the car.
“I do not enjoy this,” I announce in English so everyone is aware of my displeasure.
“Which part? Being near Riley or being in the car? I have to assume it’s the Riley part,” Mickey says.
“I am delightful, thank you very much,” Riley declares.
I press my head against the glass as I watch the world zoom on by until the woman hits a bump and my head smashes into the window. Riley starts laughing like it’s the funniest thing in the world, and I look over at him so he can see my glower.
“You’re like a child. Both mystified and horrified.”
“As long as you are entertained, I will continue to suffer for your smile.”
That only makes him cackle while the death machine zooms off with us locked inside. Why is he so delightfully attractive when he does such evil things?
I notice some buttons, so I press one to distract myself and watch as the window zips down and then back up, down and then back up. I gaze into the depths from which it comes from, mystified. In my world, we have to use our hands to push openthe windows. Then I see another button, which I of course push, but it merely offers a dim light.
“Such strange magic,” I say in English.
“It’s the power of those testicles we feed it,” Riley states.
“What the hell are you teaching him?” Mickey asks, looking back at us.
“The wonders of our world,” Riley says matter-of-factly.
“What other strange shit has he taught you?” Mickey asks as I pull up a knob before pushing it back down, only to pull it up again.
“I have made it erect,” I announce.
Riley grins. “Only thing you’ve made erect so far.”
I scowl at him before turning to Mickey. “He has taught me many things. Most of which I wish I’d never learned,” I say in English while I pull a new lever that opens the entire door as we speed along. Does this mean I should leap from its ball-consuming clutches?
“Close it!” Riley cries, diving across my lap and jerking the door closed just as another car makes funny noises at us. “You nearly got the door ripped off.”
“That would have been fantastic because then I could have leapt out and found a horse.”
Riley sighs as he sets his hand on my thigh to push himself back toward his seat. I eye that hand and question why it doesn’t just remain there because it could definitely make something erect, alright.
