What If… Betty and Wilma
In this series of stories, we ask what
would happen if some of my characters were to find themselves in – unusual or
impossible situations. Take, for
example, the question of What If… The
man who is Not A Robber was to visit the town of Bedrock, a place right out of
history…
“DINO! Put that Mastodon bone down right now!”
The young pup
moaned as he put down the bone, Wilma Flintstone standing with her arms folded
and tapping her foot. She was, as
always, wearing her white off the shoulder gown with her pearls round her neck,
her red hair up in a bun on her head.
She shook her
head as she returned to her kitchen, lighting the fire on her stove and putting
some water on to boil as there was a knock on the door. Fred had headed off for work an hour or so
ago with Barney, so she assumed that meant Wilma was coming round for
coffee. Smiling she used her new coffee
grinder, the small mammal running round to turn the wheels so that the beans
were properly ground, and then out it in a pot before pouring the hot water
over them.
“Did you bring
the cakes, Wilma,” she said without looking round, expecting her friend had
just walked in – so when the hand was placed over her nose and mouth, and she
was pulled back, she let out a muffled gasp.
“DHNNNHH! WHHHRUHHHH?”
“Your dog is
having a nap,” a male voice said, the tone soft, calm, measured, “so nobody
will disturb us. Do not scream, do not
struggle – I am not going to hurt you if you do as I say.”
Wilma continued
to struggle, but eventually she stopped, panting into the hand as the voice
said “very good. Now, I am going to take
my hand away. Are you going to scream?”
Wilma slowly
shook her head as the hand was taken away, and she felt whoever this was putting
her hands behind her back, then rough rope as it was pulled tightly round her wrists,
holding them together as she felt it being wound around and between her arms.
“Please,
whoever you are, we don’t have anything to take,” she said quietly, too scared
to turn round – but then she let out a gasp as she felt more rope being passed
round her arms, drawing her elbows together so that they were touching, but the
rope went round and between her arms once again to hold them in place.
“What are you
doing to me,” she whispered quietly as she twisted round, and then she heard a
high pitched voice saying “Betty – ready for some coffee?”
“Not a word –
two will be better than one,” the man whispered as he put his hand back over
Wilma’s mouth, her eyes opening wide as she saw the arm going round her slim
waist and holding her back. She could feel
something else, but all she could do was watch as her neighbour walked in.
Betty Rubble
was a foot shorter, and was wearing her usual blue halter neck dress, the
matching bow in her dark hair as she said “Wilma, you didn’t…”
“Not a word,”
the man said behind Wilma as she looked at her friend, “do what I say, nobody
gets hurt. Understand?”
“Wilma?”
“Phlslsbhthheee,”
she mumbled into the hand as Wilma slowly raised her hands.
“Good – do you
see that dishcloth?”
“Yes,” Betty
whispered.
“Put it in your
mouth, then sit down with your hands on your head.”
Betty shook her
head as she looked at Wilma, but the look in her friend’s eyes, and the fact
she could not see her arms or hands, meant she knew she had little or no
choice, so she picked up the rag and folded it, before she opened her mouth as
wide as possible and pushed it in, the edges sticking out form between her
lips.
“Much better,”
the man said quietly as Betty watched him push Wilma over towards her.
“I… I don’t know what he’s going to do,” Wilma
said quietly, “but we’ll talk later, especially about what the boys know.”
“Fhrrdhllkhllhm,”
Betty mumbled, Wilma nodding in agreement as she was sat down. The man then picked up a second rag, and
pushed it into her own mouth, before he walked back. Both women noticed the large sack he was
carrying as he put it down, and removed several more lengths of rough brown
rope, before saying “it’s not fair one of you is unadorned. Stand up, and face your friend.”
Betty slowly
stood up and looked at Wilma, as the man pulled her hands behind her back, and
she felt the rope rubbing on her bare arms as her elbows were pulled sharply
together, forcing her chest out as he took the rope around and between her
limbs. A second length was used to
secure her wrists together, before he said “both of you, take a walk with me
please.”
“Whrrhthh?”
“Your bedroom,”
the man said as he picked up the sack.
Like most other men they knew, he was wearing an animal skin, but his
was jet black, unlike his silver grey hair.
The two women looked at each other and then walked across the floor, the
sleeping Dino not stirring, before they entered Fred and Wilma’s room.
“Good,” he said
as he looked at them, “sit on the bed.”
As they did so, he removed yet more lengths of the brown rope from his
sack and knelt in front of them, doubling the first length over before he
wrapped it round her ankles and forced them together, continuing to take the
rope round in neat bands before he separated the ends and took them between her
legs to make it even tighter.
Berry watched,
fascinated as tow more lengths of rope were employed to secure her friend’s
legs together, above and below her knees, each band tightly cinched in turn so
that when she tried to move, all Wilma could do was turn her legs from side to
side.
She then looked
at Betty, and said “hruuhhlrhhtt?”
“Hmnhtshrr,”
the dark haired woman said as the man took more ropes, and secured her legs
together in exactly the same way, before standing up and taking two long
lengths of white cloth out from his bag.
He smiled as he tied one round Betty’s head, blindfolding her as she
wriggled round, before covering her mouth with the second strip - and then he
took a much longer length of rope from his sack.
As Wilma
watched, he made Betty stand up, and then wrapped the rope tightly round her
body and arms below her chest, pulling it taut and then taking it round above
her chest as well, so that the fabric was stretched tightly over her
breasts. She turned her head as she felt
the ropes rubbing, saying “whttshsdhhnnwhlmh” as the bands pressed down on her.
“Thhnguhmhrr,”
Wilma said as he took the rope under one arm, up and around the back of Betty’s
neck, and then under the other arm before tying it off. He then took another length, and tied it between
her breasts, Betty moaning softly as the bands tightened even more around her
breasts, and then letting the ropes fall to the floor as he walked behind her.
“Whlmmhh,
whtshhphnNNNHHHH!” Betty bucked and
squealed as she felt him pull the rope back between her legs, hiking her skirt
up as it rubbed on her between her legs, and then secure the ends to the ropes
round her chest. She twisted round,
unsure of what was happening as the ropes made her feel giddy.
Wilma knew what
was happening, her eyes wide as the man pushed Betty onto her side on the bed
and pulled her feet back, tying her bound ankles to the rope going between her
legs – and then he smacked her bottom, leaving her to squirm round as he looked
at Wilma.
“I think she’ll
be distracted for a while now,” he said as he smiled, “kneel down facing the
bed.”
Wilma shook –
she feared what was coming, but she complied, her bare knees on the rough
ground as she felt, sensed him kneel behind her – and then felt for real his
hands as he reached round and began to massage her chest.
Nobody – nobody
had even done this to her, and as she squirmed round she realised that seemed
to encourage him all the more, his fingers squeezing more firmly and sinking
into the flesh of her breasts. But she
was also aware, dimly, of something else happening, of her body responding to
his attentions.
She started to
shake her head, and twist round – and as she did so, the ropes rubbed on her
body, and they seemed to be having an effect on how she was feeling as well.
A low moan
escaped from her stuffed mouth as she closed her eyes, feeling him grope and
massage her even more as her twisting slowed down – and her breathing as
well. When Fred and she made love, it
was a very special occasion – but this man was violating her, in the way he was
doing that.
What she was
beginning to realise, however, was that her body was responding – and as she
twisted round, she realised from where she was rubbing that someone else was
responding as well.
And that
thought before terrified and fascinated her – his raw animal approach…
So when she
felt him doing something on her shoulder, and then felt her dress fall down her
body, her fear only increased as the cool air hit her naked body. She then felt more rope as it was passed
round her body and pulled tight, forcing her arms against her back as it was
taken round her. She could see the bands
forming as her breasts were forced up and out even more, the bands tightening –
and then she felt him take the rope under one armpit, up and around the back of
her neck, and then under the other arm.
The ropes were
starting to drive her insane with the way they were rubbing on her, but the
feeling intensified as she saw him stand in front of her, the rope back over her
shoulder, and then down between her breasts, taken round the lower band and
pulled back up, and over the other arm.
The bands now
encircled the base of her breasts, her nipples growing more prominent as he
tied the ropes off, and then knelt in front of her, smiling as she looked at
him.
“Whhthhuhghhnhhdh?”
“This,” he
whispered as he smiled, and then leaned over, his lips encircling her nipple as
he ran his tongue over her breasts.
Wilma closed her eyes and groaned in response to the sensation of his
tongue over her firm nipple, and she shook, an electric current running through
her body.
He moved over
and repeated the act on her other nipple, then went from side to side, sucking
gently as he drew her nipples out, and she twisted round. It was wrong, she knew it was wrong – but oh
dear, it felt so good…
Even when she
felt the bond clips go onto her nipples, the heat and pain mixed with pleasure,
she could only groan as the man said “I want you to do something for me.”
“Whhtmhshthrrr?”
She watched as
he pulled his clothing up, seeing his cock engorged, and he said “kiss
it.” She shuffled forward, with each
movement the ropes rubbing all over her, and the pain and pleasure from the
clips, and waited for him to remove the damp cloth from her mouth before she
kissed the cock, looking up to see him smile, before he said “you know what to
do, don’t you?”
Wilma nodded as
she heard Betty moan. Her friend was
twisting round on the bed, as the ropes rubbed on her clit, and she could feel
something building inside her now, something wonderful…
Wilma slowly
worked her lips up and down his member, and then took it into her mouth,
drawing back as her lips popped. She
then opened wide and took it in again, feeling it press down on her tongue as
she started to suck gently, bobbing her head to and fro as she felt it begin to
engorge even more in there, touching the back of her throat as he held her
head.
She could hear
Betty panting, and then the loud moan as the bed creaked, before she heard the
short pants of her breath. She was now feeling the throbbing on her tongue as
well, as he grew larger in response to her attentions, and then she tasted the
salty pre-cum.
She was losing
herself now, wondering why she was agreeing to do this – yes she was captive,
bound, and his cock was filling her mouth, but she wanted this, more than
anything else in the world at the moment.
Fred was her love, her life – but the excitement that was now rushing
through her as she sucked harder and harder was so sweet…
Her whole body
started to shake as she felt the dampness between her legs, and she twisted
round as she felt him jump – and then felt the hot salty fluid as it hit the
back of her mouth, flowing down her throat before she started to swallow as he
held her head.
Wilma swallowed
as much as she could, taking it all down before she eventually let him go with
a soft pop, her eyes misty as he knelt in front of her and stroked her cheek.
“Did you enjoy
that?”
“Yes Master…”
“And do you
want to be fulfilled?”
“Whlmmhnh…”
“Yes,” she
whispered as he wiped her chin to pick up his cum – and then pushed it back
into her mouth, before he went to his bag and took out more rope, as well as two
more strips of cloth.
“Fhnkuhhh,” she
mumbled as he gagged and blindfolded her with the cloths, and then he tied the
rope round the bands between her breasts – and then he gently eased his fingers
into her passage, moving gently as she moved her head back and let out a long
deep moan, the fluids flowing as he worked her.
It did not take
her long to come to a climax, before he went behind her and pulled the rope
back, the lengths sinking between her lips as he tied it off, and then put her
on her side, hogtying her before he stood up.
“Whlmhhh?”
“She is
resting,” he whispered into Betty’s ear, “and now, it is your turn.” He released her from the hogtie and unfastened
the clasp, before he pulled the dress down, the cold air on her body making her
moan, before he laid her on her back – and she felt his lips on her nipples,
kissing and sucking as she moaned and twisted round.
He then
travelled down her body, kissing her as Betty arched her back, and wondered
what he was going to do to her – and then she felt him kiss her belly, and
groaned at how that felt.
But then she
felt his lips between her legs, and she arched her back, pushing her crotch
into his face as his lips and tongue started to play with her, licking the
fluids that were there as she twisted and groaned. He was hitting all the right spots – and then
his tongue slipped into her, and she screamed as he worked her inside as well.
She soon felt
the orgasm – much more strongly this time, as she felt the cold sweat and also
the joy, the pleasure, the release, as her whole body gave itself over to
pleasure…
He raised his
head and then used his fingers as he had with Wilma, to take her fully over the
edge and beyond, before Betty slumped in exhaustion.
“Thank you,
ladies,” they both heard him say quietly, before he walked out, both women
wriggling round as they tried to get free, and wondering what they were going
to tell their husbands when they came home…
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