"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Brianna screeched through the car speakers. Freya was in the lead, on the straightaway of the final lap. She could see the car behind her screeching around the turn.. yet she hadn't downshifted. She was screaming down the road in low gear. And her opponent was catching up on her fast.
When she didn't answer, Brianna demanded again, "Activate the neural interface! We can still win this! Give me direct control!"
But Freya just answered "No." Brianna screamed electronically as the car pulled out from behind them and passed. Freya couldn't do anything but press her thighs together as they were passed. A moment later, they were through the waving flag and her fate had been decided. She wished she could feel some sadness over what had happened but instead there was nothing but humiliation.
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Freya stood on a second place on the podium. They were surrounded by a number of rich elites who had invested in this race, but of course it was Godfrey Honeysuckle's driver who had won, standing proudly above her.
Godfrey was handing out metals, first congratulating the bronze winner on a good show, then stopping in front of Freya.
"So... how do you feel?" He asked her, while the polite applauding and congratulations quieted as everyone watched this scene.
"I've never been happier," she replied, biting the bottom of her lip in excitement.
"Good. Good. I have something for you.. this is a neural link with your car. My lawyers tell me that it's much easier to win this case if they can argue that you and your car are one entity. Do you agree?"
Freya didn't hesitate, just nodded, and he took a metal rod with a hook shape and pushed it into her right ear. She could feel it push through the base of her skull, and into the empty, fluid filled cavity that made up her brain. She blinked, seeing AR displays pop up with her vehicle speeds. 0 mph. full fuel. Car on standby. But nothing in her ear. She could feel Breanna... she was there. Just pouting.
"Congratulations my dear. You've earned it." Godfrey then said, placing the silver medal around her neck.
Then he moved on to the gold medalist.
"Good show my boy. You've earned my gratitude and my respect. And a hefty financial prize, as we agreed." The audience clapped and cheered for their victor. "So I shall offer you the first go at my new acquisition."
The driver smirked down at Freya, who, blinking rapidly, turned to face him. He dropped his pants, and kneeled down, touching the side of her face, and guiding her onto his dick. The crowed cheered and took pictures as she deep throated him right there on the podium. She closed her eyes and shuddered, much to his excitement. This was everything she ever could have wanted.