Big Boar's got something in mind to entertain you until they arrive.

Big Boar chuckles to himself as you stare wide-eyed at the road ahead, waiting for the crash that's certain to come.

"This is gonna be fun, don't you think?" he yells in your ear, and then says, "Hey, I've got an idea."

You groan to yourself, knowing it can't be good. "Just let me go," you beg. "Please!"

"Hey I can't just give you up to the cops. I've gotta get you outta this too. I can't let the pigs get my girl," he says, giving your breast an affectionate crushing with the steel trap he calls a hand. You groan at the pain, eliciting a chuckle from him. "I love horny girls like you. Now I wanna fuck your pussy."

Your eyes snap even wider if possibly, and you nearly snap your neck trying to look back at him. "What? No! Keep your eyes on the road!" A stroke of inspiration hits you and your gyrate your hips, moaning like a porn queen. "Keep fucking my ass! I... I really love it in my ass!"

Big Boar chuckles behind you, licking your ear. "I know, and I promise to fuck it over and over later but don't worry, Big Bertha will feel good in there too."

With that he lets go of the handlebars and you start shrieking. It only gets worse as he leans forward and grabs your legs, lifting them up higher and higher. You try to kick, but when you foot hits a handlebar it causes the bike to swerve a moment.

You hold your breath and freeze, waiting for the bike to overbalance and catapult you forward into the asphalt. Boar doesn't even hesitate, moving a little bit to one side to straighten out the bike but nonchalantly lifting your leg higher and higher until they're over the handlebars, then with a grunt pulling out of your ass.

It would be a blessed relief if only someone would stop screaming in your ears and it did feel like someone was sandpapering the insides of your pussy. The fact that it's you screaming in terror somehow doesn't penetrate.

"If you're screaming in orgasm at that you'll really be screeching in a moment," he promises, and when you're finally facing him he pries you up and off Big Bertha with a mighty effort.

At long last you're free of impalements and let out a happy sigh, trying to ignore the sensation of air surging inside your two holes. It feels like a scuba-tank's been emptied inside of you over the next few seconds, until Boar lines you up for his next plan.