When the Cameras aren't Filming (Part 26)

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).

...

Buck and Glen hauled the carpet with Velma inside out to their truck. It was treated as something completely normal. Of course, they had no idea that a woman was being kidnapped inside a carpet, or that she was hogtied completely naked. She hadn't been gone long enough for her neighbors to be concerned. There wasn't a backlog of mail in her box yet.

"I swear I didn't bang her while you were gone, Buck," swore Clyde, "in any hole."

"You wanted to."

"No I don't!" he objected, "I keep telling you these fur-less creatures don't do anything for me!"

"So you didn't do anything while I was getting the carpet?"

"For the last time, I swear I didn't do anything sexual with her!" he cried in exasperation.

"Your loss," smirked Buck.

Clyde just groaned. "Just make yourself useful, and help me haul her up to the hideout," he grumbled, "If the boss says we can have sloppy seconds, I promise you can have her all to yourself. Does that make you feel better?"

"Immensely. Are you going to make out with the roadrunner hen?"

"I'm not into birds either."

"You really limit yourself, don't you?"

"What's your point?"

"Any port in a storm."

"You're gross."

"I'm just open minded..." he mused, "like wolves."

"Wolves are sickos that will bang anything or howl at anything remotely female. They have no standards at all."

"Maybe they're just ahead of their time. I think one day, cross species sex will be completely normal."

"Until that day comes, feel free to count me out."

"What ever, party pooper."

"Just do the job we're getting paid for."

"Fine."

...

Matilda felt movement stop around her. The sound of the engine stopped. Then she felt herself being slipped into a rather large burlap sack. The end was tied shut tightly over her head.

She felt herself tossed over a shoulder like a sack of potatoes. There was canine growling and grumbling as she was carried out, and apparently through an outdoor space judging by the movements of the winds. She then heard a door open and the wind died as she was carried in.

There was the sound of elevator doors opening and closing, and she was unceremoniously dropped in a corner. Then there was the feeling that she was going up for some time. She couldn't tell how many floors she had gone up, but it certainly felt like many.

Then there was the feeling of navigating hallways until there was a knock at a door. There was a pause until the door was opened and she heard, "Of course we got her, boss. We hung her in the bathroom just like you said to... and she was naked when we grabbed her. We swear we didn't strip her or do anything else with her."

There was a pause.

"I swear boss! We didn't do anything!"

Another pause.

"Oh, keep my voice down. I understand."

She felt herself handed off to someone larger.

"So this is the Roadrunner's bitch?"

Pause.

"Oh... that's wicked, boss. Truly."

Pause.

"I'm not objecting. Just saying that's... wicked clever... I'll do it already."

She was dumped on something cushy like a sofa, and then felt the sack untied. Then she was dumped out. The smaller sack was removed from her feet, and then her legs were separated from her torso so she could stretch out. She felt comfortable that she could finally lay out again (especially with the egg in her ever growing larger), but then it didn't last very long.

Feeling herself lifted again, she heard a window open, the breeze come in, and then she felt as if she were being stuffed out the window over a window sill. She was briefly gripped with a feeling of terror as she thought she was going to be thrown out to the street below, the then she felt her claws getting hooked over some sort of line.

"We're hanging you 10 stories above an alley full of broken glass, wrecked cars and garbage. If you fall, you die. So you better hold on to this line for dear life." There was a pause, and then, "I'm sorry about this part. It's just orders."

She wondered what he could possibly be talking about until she realized that the sack over her head was soaked with a foul smelling fluid: Chloroform. Clutching her feet as tight as she could, she just waited for the fumes to overcome her, and put her lights out. She prayed she could hold on long enough for Beep Beep to save her.

...

Bugs pulled into the parking lot of Circa 59 with Daffy. The black duck had been transformed into a complete nervous wreck by the time they had driven from the suburbs of Hollywood to the restaurant out in Palm Springs. Bugs, on the other hand, was the total picture of calm, cool and collected. He drove around until he saw an open VIP parking space. Once he was parked, he reached over and took Daffy's hand into his own.

"C'mon Daff," he said calmly, "We have an announcement to make in dere."

"I'm glad you're here," admitted Daffy, "I could never do this alone."

"If I weren't here," he replied, "then this wouldn't be needed at all, doc."

"How can you be so calm and rational at a time like this?"

"It's just who I am."

"I wish I could be as strong as you, Bugs."

Bug chuckled, "Well I'll be strong for you too, Daff."

...

Velma came to hanging from her heels. She was still naked but for all the rope she was hogtied with. On top of that, her nipples were as sore as hell. She could feel that every hole between her legs was stuffed with something too large for her, and that made her sore too. With the blindfold and gag, she felt totally helpless.

She tested her bonds, squirming and struggling, but it was all in vain. Escape artistry was something she had never bothered to study. It didn't seem that important... until now. She wasn't sure how long she was out of it, but she did feel that she had to relieve herself again, and there was no way for her to do so with her holes so tightly stuffed.

Overall, she felt like a side of beef being cured in a freezer, but not so cold.

Then her blood chilled when she heard someone say, "Okay boss, we promise to not bother you no matter what we hear."

She felt the blindfold removed, and then she saw a sign upside down in her face. 'Remember me? Now we're going to have some fun.' Another sign replaced the first saying, 'and by "we", I mean "me".' The sign was so close and the letters so large, she could read it without her glasses. When the sign pulled back, she saw a blurry brown humanoid form that seemed familiar. Since she knew it couldn't be Wile E., she realized it had to be the brother who tried to impersonate him when he tried to rape her before. She couldn't help but cry at her own predicament.

He stepped out of view, no doubt behind her. She couldn't see what he was doing. The she felt a rope tied about her waist, and a tugging feeling down towards the floor, pulling her downwards. She felt as if she couldn't bend in any direction any more. The gag was tied to the rope behind her to severely limited her ability to turn or move her head.

She then felt rather large, tight, and weighted clamps attached to her nipples. They almost dragged her breasts down into her face. Her already sore nipple were now in searing pain. She bucked and wiggled hard, but to no effect.

The she felt something happening between her legs. Something begin to buzz and shake inside her. It was something she had never felt before, but had heard of: A vibrating dildo. She heard that some doctors still proscribed the devices as a treatment for 'hysteria'.

She then saw the brown form step before her again. Against his brown fur, the red of his canine erection was painfully obvious. Then a sign appeared, upside down to everyone but her. 'Don't say I'm not giving you a good time before I rape you.'

A clawed finger poked the head of her feminine slit, seeking her clit. It then started rubbing her there, giving direct stimulation. It only seemed but a moment before it started becoming erect, slipping by the rope running through her crotch to keep her holes plugged.

'Bastard,' she thought, 'somehow you're going to pay!'

...

Bugs walked into the restaurant lobby with Daffy holding his hand, their forearms intertwined.

The head waiter looked, but only said, "Good evening, Mr. Bunny. Table for two, I believe?"

"Yes," replied Bugs as he slipped a twenty dollar bill onto the waiter's station.

The twenty vanished almost as fast as Bugs put it there. "I believe we have an immediate opening in the VIP section. Please follow me."

Bugs glanced around as they followed the head waiter. There were stars and reporters everywhere. Their announcement would be all over America within a day or two.

But then he noticed one table with some really big stars and a lot of reporter attention: Elizabeth Taylor, Richard Burton and Rex Harrison were all at the same table. He remembered that they were all in a just released movie called 'Cleopatra'.

"Well Daffy," he said, "I don't think you have to worry 'bout too much attention with them around."

"Actually," Daffy sighed, "that's just fine with me."

The waiter stopped and waited for them to seat themselves. Even though it was a relatively small table that would only comfortably sit two, it was still large enough for Bugs and Daffy to let go of each otther.

"Would you like the beer and wine menu, sir?" he asked.

"Please," said Bugs.

The head waiter handed him the menu from under his arm. Bugs had hardly seen him take the menu from his stand. He was good. Bugs made a mental note to leave a nice tip for him.

"This will take a moment," he said, "Why don't you seat some other people?"

"Very well," he said, "I shall be back for you drink order."

Bugs nodded.