Chapter Eight, Part One
I heard the van pull up in the driveway and I knew Sam had arrived finally, she was about 20 min late, I assumed she was still packing for our weekend getaway to her parents cottage. She was a year younger than me and we had been dating for about 6 months. I went out and met her on the front porch with my bag and we headed over to her van. To my surprise she went to the back door and opened it up to reveal a car seat; like one a baby would ride in only much bigger. Unsure of what she was doing I continued to move toward the passenger’s side door.
"Come have a look at this” she called to me.
Confused I dropped my bag and obliged moving to stand beside her. "Whats up?"
"What do you think?" she asked patting the fabric of the seat.
At this point I was pretty confused. "About what?"
She cocked her head and gave me a look that suggested I was intentionally not following her.
"About the car seat! Duh."
I was still pretty confused but decided I should just play along so we could get going. It was a long drive to her cottage.
"Ow ahh it's kinda cool, is that for your little sister?"
"Ya it is!" She seemed to be happier now that I had humored her "But I think you'd probably even fit in this one", she said, to which my ears pricked up. What the hell was she getting at?
She pushed further "Do you want to see if you can fit in?" She bit her lip nervously and moved closer to me
"What?" I asked. I was having a hard time thinking of a nice way to say "No. What the hell".
"Commoooon!", she grabbed my shoulders and pushed me towards it, "I just want to see if you fit"
"Why?" I asked in protest resisting her push
She stopped and slumped her shoulders "Why are you being so dull? What’s wrong with you?"
At this point I really wasn't sure what to do; I didn't really want to sit in the baby seat but for some reason she was getting upset and I REALLY didn't want to spoil our weekend at her cottage
"Wha-"?
"JUST SIT IN IT!" She put both hands on my chest and pushed me back towards the seat I let her push me back more out of not knowing what to do than any conscious decision. Suddenly I was up against the van with the seat directly behind me. Sam was still driving me back; at this point I had to either push her off or play along.
I sat myself down in the seat which, at first impression, was much bigger than I had expected and I had to admit very comfortable indeed. It was a warm day, and the seat padding was slightly warmer than the inside of the van so it was like lying on a blanket.
"Do you want to be strapped in?" Before I had any chance to respond she started fumbling with the straps, each of the four main straps had a fold-over tightener on them. Adjusting them to their maximum length, she pushed me forward slightly so that she should feed my arms into the shoulder straps and then rocked me back into the seat and pulled out the crotch strap. On trying to fasten the harness, we could both see that the straps were too short so I figured she would give up and went to get out of the seat.
"No! Just a moment, the shoulder straps aren't at their highest setting."
She swiftly set about moving the shoulder straps from the second holes down to the top ones. "Right," she said, "try again" and she pulled the straps into position.
The harness still looked tight to me, but she went to fasten the harness by pulling the left and right sides together and fastened the buckle with a loud click. It had worked and I was now strapped into a baby seat, which was a very strange feeling. To my surprise the straps were fairly snug but not overly tight or uncomfortable"
"Ha ha! Well I never thought I'd see that! An 18 year old strapped into a baby's car seat!"
She then leaned over me and proceeded to pull the loose ends of shoulder and waist straps to get them as tight as she could.
Now the straps were REALLY tight and they were pressing me into the fabric of the seat.
"Ahhh, that’s a bit tight" I complained with a bit of a laugh to try and disarm her as I moved to release myself
"Wait, not yet!" She said plopping herself on my lap to stop me. "Oh just a second, we need to do this bit up as well" she said noticing that the crotch strap wasn't fastened. She shifted on my lap so she could grab the crotch strap and then began feeding it up into the central buckle where it snapped with another audible click. The strap was quite loose but then she grabbed the slack and tightened it up like she had the others, pressing it up against me and pushing me back into the seat even more. Now I couldn't move my torso at all, the shoulder straps prevented me from sitting up or leaning forward and the strap between my legs was tight against me preventing me from slouching at all. I was also restricted from moving left or right as a result of both the waist strap and the sides of the bucket seat.
"Ok then" I said pushing her off me and moving to undo the straps, at this she jumped back and bit her lip staring at me in an odd way. I gave her a quizzical glance and then pressed the release button. In contrast to the audible click that had announced that the harness was securely fastened I was met with no sound, very little give in the button and most surprisingly no slack in the straps pressing me into the seat. I pushed the button again much harder this time and then proceeded to buck against the straps a bit to no avail. I was pulled out of my confused daze by the unmistakable sound of Sam's giggle. I looked up to see that she had moved out of the back seat and was now standing by the open door with a huge smile giggling to herself.
"Sam. What the hell? How do I undo it?"
She laughed and answered, "YOU don't, it’s a special needs seat, my parents got it for my little sister because she started unbuckling her old seat, it’s for kids to young adults, and it has a key." At this she held out her hand and dangled a small silver key from her finger. This was followed by another burst of giggling and dancing away from the car.
I gave the straps another thrashing but they held just as strongly and tightly
"Ok haha great prank, you got me can we get going now it’s like a 2 hour drive?" I used as serious a voice as I could muster to try and coax her into releasing me. She seemed to think about it for a moment, most likely just to tease me, and then gave in.
"Ok ok let's get going." She moved toward the back seat again and suddenly grabbed the door and gave it a shove closing it with a thud.
I was exasperated. I tried to follow her with my head but she moved behind the van and I couldn't turn my more than 90deg with the seat, and the straps continued to prevent me from leaning forward. I heard the tail gate open and the next thing I knew I felt her grabbing my right wrist and pulling it back behind the seat. I pulled it back from her only to have it come up short against something I strained to leaned forward trying to get my head around the side of the bucket seat to see what she had done just as she popped out on the other side and grabbed my left wrist. I tried to pull it away from her but I had one hand to her two and I had no leverage strapped into the seat the way I was. She managed to fasten a small dog collar around my wrist and then pulled my wrist back around the seat via the leash the way my other hand was and tied it off to something unseen. I heard more giggling just as she popped into view above me, leaning over the top of the seat with her hair hanging down in my face. I thrashed against my restraints angrily
"SAM, come on joke is over let's get going!"
She giggled again, "Don't worry! We’re about to, I just had to get you all safe and sound for the drive! I wouldn't want my little bobo to get hurt!" She was intentionally getting me going in the knowledge that I couldn't do a damn thing against her.
"SA-mmmmm" She put both hand up against my mouth hand gagging me
"ONE MORE THING!" She then proceeded to force a balled up sock between my teeth and held it in with several strips of silver duct tape from some unseen source. I thrashed around in my restraints and bashed my head again the seat to no avail, she just hung above me giggling. After a moment she slid down the edge of the seat and crawled up to the driver’s seat. I stopped thrashing and looked at her.
"Oh yes that’s right! I told you it’s rated for young adults! You'll be much safer in that than in a regular seat belt but I knew you'd object so I decided to be a little creative." She smiled and winked before settling into the driver’s seat and fastening her seat belt. The next thing I knew she had started the car and we were driving away. I would have slumped in my seat but, despite all my thrashing around, the straps had remanded VERY tight and were still pressed against my shoulders, waist and crotch pressing my body into the seat’s fabric. The only thing I could think of in my head was what had she REALLY planned for the weekend?
"Come have a look at this” she called to me.
Confused I dropped my bag and obliged moving to stand beside her. "Whats up?"
"What do you think?" she asked patting the fabric of the seat.
At this point I was pretty confused. "About what?"
She cocked her head and gave me a look that suggested I was intentionally not following her.
"About the car seat! Duh."
I was still pretty confused but decided I should just play along so we could get going. It was a long drive to her cottage.
"Ow ahh it's kinda cool, is that for your little sister?"
"Ya it is!" She seemed to be happier now that I had humored her "But I think you'd probably even fit in this one", she said, to which my ears pricked up. What the hell was she getting at?
She pushed further "Do you want to see if you can fit in?" She bit her lip nervously and moved closer to me
"What?" I asked. I was having a hard time thinking of a nice way to say "No. What the hell".
"Commoooon!", she grabbed my shoulders and pushed me towards it, "I just want to see if you fit"
"Why?" I asked in protest resisting her push
She stopped and slumped her shoulders "Why are you being so dull? What’s wrong with you?"
At this point I really wasn't sure what to do; I didn't really want to sit in the baby seat but for some reason she was getting upset and I REALLY didn't want to spoil our weekend at her cottage
"Wha-"?
"JUST SIT IN IT!" She put both hands on my chest and pushed me back towards the seat I let her push me back more out of not knowing what to do than any conscious decision. Suddenly I was up against the van with the seat directly behind me. Sam was still driving me back; at this point I had to either push her off or play along.
I sat myself down in the seat which, at first impression, was much bigger than I had expected and I had to admit very comfortable indeed. It was a warm day, and the seat padding was slightly warmer than the inside of the van so it was like lying on a blanket.
"Do you want to be strapped in?" Before I had any chance to respond she started fumbling with the straps, each of the four main straps had a fold-over tightener on them. Adjusting them to their maximum length, she pushed me forward slightly so that she should feed my arms into the shoulder straps and then rocked me back into the seat and pulled out the crotch strap. On trying to fasten the harness, we could both see that the straps were too short so I figured she would give up and went to get out of the seat.
"No! Just a moment, the shoulder straps aren't at their highest setting."
She swiftly set about moving the shoulder straps from the second holes down to the top ones. "Right," she said, "try again" and she pulled the straps into position.
The harness still looked tight to me, but she went to fasten the harness by pulling the left and right sides together and fastened the buckle with a loud click. It had worked and I was now strapped into a baby seat, which was a very strange feeling. To my surprise the straps were fairly snug but not overly tight or uncomfortable"
"Ha ha! Well I never thought I'd see that! An 18 year old strapped into a baby's car seat!"
She then leaned over me and proceeded to pull the loose ends of shoulder and waist straps to get them as tight as she could.
Now the straps were REALLY tight and they were pressing me into the fabric of the seat.
"Ahhh, that’s a bit tight" I complained with a bit of a laugh to try and disarm her as I moved to release myself
"Wait, not yet!" She said plopping herself on my lap to stop me. "Oh just a second, we need to do this bit up as well" she said noticing that the crotch strap wasn't fastened. She shifted on my lap so she could grab the crotch strap and then began feeding it up into the central buckle where it snapped with another audible click. The strap was quite loose but then she grabbed the slack and tightened it up like she had the others, pressing it up against me and pushing me back into the seat even more. Now I couldn't move my torso at all, the shoulder straps prevented me from sitting up or leaning forward and the strap between my legs was tight against me preventing me from slouching at all. I was also restricted from moving left or right as a result of both the waist strap and the sides of the bucket seat.
"Ok then" I said pushing her off me and moving to undo the straps, at this she jumped back and bit her lip staring at me in an odd way. I gave her a quizzical glance and then pressed the release button. In contrast to the audible click that had announced that the harness was securely fastened I was met with no sound, very little give in the button and most surprisingly no slack in the straps pressing me into the seat. I pushed the button again much harder this time and then proceeded to buck against the straps a bit to no avail. I was pulled out of my confused daze by the unmistakable sound of Sam's giggle. I looked up to see that she had moved out of the back seat and was now standing by the open door with a huge smile giggling to herself.
"Sam. What the hell? How do I undo it?"
She laughed and answered, "YOU don't, it’s a special needs seat, my parents got it for my little sister because she started unbuckling her old seat, it’s for kids to young adults, and it has a key." At this she held out her hand and dangled a small silver key from her finger. This was followed by another burst of giggling and dancing away from the car.
I gave the straps another thrashing but they held just as strongly and tightly
"Ok haha great prank, you got me can we get going now it’s like a 2 hour drive?" I used as serious a voice as I could muster to try and coax her into releasing me. She seemed to think about it for a moment, most likely just to tease me, and then gave in.
"Ok ok let's get going." She moved toward the back seat again and suddenly grabbed the door and gave it a shove closing it with a thud.
I was exasperated. I tried to follow her with my head but she moved behind the van and I couldn't turn my more than 90deg with the seat, and the straps continued to prevent me from leaning forward. I heard the tail gate open and the next thing I knew I felt her grabbing my right wrist and pulling it back behind the seat. I pulled it back from her only to have it come up short against something I strained to leaned forward trying to get my head around the side of the bucket seat to see what she had done just as she popped out on the other side and grabbed my left wrist. I tried to pull it away from her but I had one hand to her two and I had no leverage strapped into the seat the way I was. She managed to fasten a small dog collar around my wrist and then pulled my wrist back around the seat via the leash the way my other hand was and tied it off to something unseen. I heard more giggling just as she popped into view above me, leaning over the top of the seat with her hair hanging down in my face. I thrashed against my restraints angrily
"SAM, come on joke is over let's get going!"
She giggled again, "Don't worry! We’re about to, I just had to get you all safe and sound for the drive! I wouldn't want my little bobo to get hurt!" She was intentionally getting me going in the knowledge that I couldn't do a damn thing against her.
"SA-mmmmm" She put both hand up against my mouth hand gagging me
"ONE MORE THING!" She then proceeded to force a balled up sock between my teeth and held it in with several strips of silver duct tape from some unseen source. I thrashed around in my restraints and bashed my head again the seat to no avail, she just hung above me giggling. After a moment she slid down the edge of the seat and crawled up to the driver’s seat. I stopped thrashing and looked at her.
"Oh yes that’s right! I told you it’s rated for young adults! You'll be much safer in that than in a regular seat belt but I knew you'd object so I decided to be a little creative." She smiled and winked before settling into the driver’s seat and fastening her seat belt. The next thing I knew she had started the car and we were driving away. I would have slumped in my seat but, despite all my thrashing around, the straps had remanded VERY tight and were still pressed against my shoulders, waist and crotch pressing my body into the seat’s fabric. The only thing I could think of in my head was what had she REALLY planned for the weekend?
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