Godfrey's screams attracted help, but they couldn't withdrawal him from his sexual prison. Freya's body was completely solid, and try as they might, they couldn't get her off his dick. Brianna was laughing until they brought the jaws of life in.
"Wait a minute.. don't do that."
But the rescue operators were efficient and soon were shutting down the car so they could safely cut it open and remove him. Brianna tried to scream, but the emergency workers slid inside and pressed the off key, so she was forced to say instead "System shutdown in progress. Confirm changes?" And on her instrument panel's LCD screen the chronivac controls popped up. "SAVE?" the screen simply read, "Y/N?" The operator pushed yes and Brianna quailed as she felt her chronivac programming taking over.. "No.. No! Freya, help me!"
But Freya was unable to hear or think, having passed out from her body's chemical changes.
So the Chronivac unleashed a final burst of changes, making the changes made to the Car and everything in it (Freya and Godfrey) permanent. The french maid pit crew might be changed back... if they ever got close enough to the Chronivac base station.
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Eventually they got Freya and Godfrey out. The Jaws of Life had been unable to break open the carbon shell of the car, but they'd been able to remove the chairs and eventually, with enough jiggling, get him out that way.
Freya was carefully withdrawn from his cock once it shrunk. They had considered surgery, but gave up on it when they saw the polymer that made up her insides. Now Godfrey had been given a special elastic sling for his penis so that he could carry it down one pants leg. It made quite a conversation starter at beach parties.
The car was moved to Godfrey's mansion and put in a special showroom on a rotating platform. It's batteries were removed for reverse engineering and sold to Tesla Motors. People would come to see the technological marvel he had acquired from the crazy cyborg inventor millionaire known as Freya. Most people were relieved to know that she had doomed herself with her own technological achievements instead of all of humanity.
Eventually they figured out they could move Freya's joints with a blowtorch. Her skin wasn't even harmed. So they posed her, sitting on the car hood, arms behind her and giving a sultry smile to whoever was straight ahead. It's weird though, sometimes people say it's like her eyes are following them when they're in the room.