Brianna laughed...
"Don't laugh," Benjamin pouted from between her legs.
"Come on, how was this ever supposed to work? A chastity belt? For real? How was I supposed to go pee?"
"You don't. I mean, you can't. You don't have to any more."
"Oh jeeze.. did you do the same thing to me as Freya?"
"No.. this is different. You've got a catheter, and it goes to this port..."
"That's so..."
"But it's one way only. Out."
"Didn't really think this through."
"No.. I didn't. Well." He thought. "I did, but things got a bit out of order."
"So now what?"
"Well, assuming I got you to agree to the race..."
"Not until you turn Freya back!"
"I was going to turn you into the perfect speed racer."
Benjamin kissed the inside of her thigh, then rolled on his side, pulling out the chronivac.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
He loaded up Preset - Speed Racer, and applied it to Brianna. She immediately started to squirm as steam sizzled on her flesh. Every part of her seemed to be on fire - she rubbed her body, each place begging to be touched, and as soon as she did, a burst of pleasure exploded from there, and then again, and again, and again-
Benjamin though was only interested in one thing. As the carbon fiber mesh merged with her skin, it rolled up inside of her, hiding her private folds in its dark weave.
And so while Brianna was burning with passion, Benjamin injected her with the ice cold strawberry cream.
Brianna screamed instantly in orgasm. The heat.. the cold.. it was too much.
Her uterus started to cramp, her whole body did as it clenched, not inwards, but outwards.
It was like her womb was having an ice cream headache, and she loved every agonizing second of it.