When the Cameras aren't Filming (Part 25)
Beep Beep the Roadrunner, Wile E Coyote, Bugs Bunny, Daffy Duck, Foghorn Leghorn and the rest are not my creations nor do I claim any rights over them (at all), and are being used in acknowledgment of that. While the Roadrunner is a property of Warner Brothers, Beep Beep the Roadrunner is the property of Gold Key Comics (to the best of my knowledge and abilities).
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Buck continued to hold Velma until he was sure she was no longer struggling. The chloroform soaked cloth remained firmly over her nose and mouth, and pretty much her entire face. The surprise attack on the naked, defenseless human was completely successful. Glen, on the other hand, had already released her legs, and tied them from her ankles to her knees. He finally removed the cloth, allowing her head to slump forward into her chest.
"Don't think about it," warned Clyde.
"Think about what?"
"You know darn well," he scolded, "and you know the boss promised to neuter us if we raped this human chic before he does."
"How would he know?"
"He knows. He'd make us confess if we did. I'm kinda fond of the ole family jewels, thank you."
"Alright alright, keep your fur on."
"Now lay her face down on the floor and you puts on the gag and blindfold. I'll plug those holes myself. I don't trust you to not go further."
"Spoilsport. Well he didn't say I couldn't cop a feel."
"Well no, I suppose he didn't. Just try not to leave any marks."
"Okay okay." He slipped a rubber ball gag into her mouth, tied it behind her head, and then used a silk scarf to tightly blindfold her. After that, he amused himself with roughly fondling her breasts. He seemed fascinated how her nipples hardened even though she was completely out of it.
Buck pulled her arms behind her back, and tied them at right angles at the wrist to elbows. He then picked her up at the hips, bending her thighs at a right angle to her torso. Much to Clyde's amusement, he stuffed her ass with a butt plug, her vagina with an overly large dildo, and he wasn't quit sure what he used to block her pee hole. He then made a rope thong, using the rope itself to make sure none of the plugs in her nether-region were going to fall out.
Velma's nipples were now rock hard, and the two could almost swear that she was softly moaning through the gag in her chloroform induced slumber.
"Are you having fun?" asked Clyde.
"Immensely."
"Well help me finish tying her up. We still have to roll her up in the carpet and haul her ass out to the truck, you know. The boss is waiting, and he's not known for his patience. I'm sure he doesn't care for babysitting that roadrunner hen."
"Well, he's not into birds. I don't blame him."
"Whatever. Lets those tits go and get serious. I'LL tie her up fully, YOU get the carpet."
"You'll fondle her while I'm gone, won't you?"
"I'm not into... hairless creatures."
"Yeah, right."
"JUST GO ALREADY!"
"Sheesh, who died and made you boss?"
"No one died. The boss put me in charge. He knows I'm the brains of this ops."
Buck grunted and left. Once he was sure that his cohort was gone, he rolled the helpless woman on her back and took his turn fondling her tits. He enjoyed how she twitched when he pinched her nipples hard. They were red and inflamed, but he figured that would go down by the time they got her to the boss. The important parts were still unmolested, and he could honestly say he followed the boss' orders down to the letter.
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Matilda was hurting. She was blind and partly deaf, and her backside had just been paddled raw, even with her covering of feathers and tail to shield it. It was a great relief that her legs, butt and tail were actually protecting the egg within her belly. She would rather suffer herself if it meant her un-laid egg was going to be safe.
All the while she was spanked, someone was growling at her. She deduced it was male, and that it was most likely coyote talk. It was something she was used to hearing from Wile E Coyote, after all. Since she was completely blind, signing would be completely useless even if he bothered to try.
The punishment finally stopped. She was finally left alone.
An engine started, and then she could feel herself move. She slid slightly across the bare metal floor as the vehicle she couldn't see accelerated, decelerated, stopped and turned. Her vain struggling to get loose seemed to go unnoticed.
She couldn't tell how much time passed before she felt the vehicle stop, and then heard the engine shut off. A pair of rough hands grabbed her, and she felt herself tossed over a shoulder like a sack of potatoes. More growling she couldn't understand.
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Wile E was worried. He couldn't deliver the money until the end of the next day, and that was assuming the Studio would be willing to deliver on the suitcase with a filled with a combination lock and the 10 thousand dollars in un-sequenced bills.
He was truly worried that Matilda would suffer at the hands of his brother. That she would pay the price for his friendship with Beep Beep.
They really didn't expect them to make 10 thousand dollars appear from thin air, did they?
He watched the other roadrunners. They were obviously distressed about their wife and mother as well. Beep Beep's pacing was threatening to wear a groove in the tile floor of the kitchen.
'I'm sorry,' he signed.
'For what?' signed Beep Beep.
'I just know my brother is behind this. He's using your wife to get to me.'
'I'm not blaming you.'
'Thank you.'
'At least Velma is safe.'
'Velma? I better call he to make sure she's alright.'
'Use my phone.'
'Thanks, old friend.'
He made his way to the entryway where the phone was stationed. While he dialed, he wondered if she would ever understand Coyote speak. He was sure he could teach her.
But his vocal concerns were for naught. There was no answer. He waited and waited. 20 rings. 30 rings. 40 rings. He finally hung up.
'No answer?' signed Beep Beep.
'No answer. I hope she's just asleep.'
'Try again tomorrow.'
'I will.'
'Please stay here over night.'
'Alright.'
'Thank you. You're about the best friend I've ever had.'
'I'm here for you pal.'
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Bugs drove his Maserati Sebring to pick up Daffy. It was a special occasion after all. He was wearing a black tux over an ivory white shirt with a deep black bow-tie. There was a deep red cummerbund wrapped about his waist. His hands wore his special white gloves quite well. His cuff-links and his lapel pin were both solid 18 karat gold. He was dressed to the nines. The press needed to catch his good side, after all. He smelled strongly of his Ode-De-La-Carrot Cologne.
Daffy was waiting for Bugs just outside his apartment. He was dressed more simply than bugs. A clean white collar with a bright black bow-tie.
"Hey Daffy," called Bugs, "Good to see you. I could have come to your door and got you, you know."
"It's alright, Bugs," said Daffy, "It's not a problem."
"Well hop in, I've set a dinner at that swanky Circa 59 Restaurant over in Palm Springs. It'll take a while for us to get there."
"That's so expensive, Bugs," said Daffy nervously, "Are you sure?"
"Of course, Daff," he replied smoothly, "It's all a tax right off for me anyways."
"Thanks Bug," he said as he climbed into the passenger seat.
"Well you're worth..." Bugs started to say, but he was cut off by the unexpected fierce hug from the black duck.
"No act tonight," said Daffy softly, "No pretensions. We just tell everyone how we really feel about each other. No more pretending to hate you and play out the petty jealousy of your talents and fame. It's time the world knew the truth."
"That's the point," said Bugs as he hugged Daffy back, "There will be plenty of press there because there will be a lot of Hollywood stars there. It won't be long before our old public image becomes old history."
"I'm scared, Bugs," confessed Daffy, "no one expects much from me, a second banana. No matter how this turns out, it won't have much effect on me. You have so much to lose because of this. Your career could end tomorrow if the fans turn on you."
"Don't be," assured Bugs, "I have enough money for the rest of my life even if it all ended tomorrow. There's enough housing for us to live together or even apart in several places in the United States, Britain, France, Italy, or even Sweden. I'll never be ashamed of you, or how I feel about you. I would not have a career without a 'second banana' like you, Daff."
"I'm... I'm... SO HAPPY!" Daffy began to cry as Bugs handed him his hanky.
"It's okay Doc. Let it out."