Bedrocks !
by The " T.K.O Kidd " desio@adelphia.net
Wilma convinces her hubby Fred to ask for better wages, mainly a raise on his job.


Bedrocks !

Fred, and Wilma were going through some tough times with the price living
going up everywhere, and Wilma couldn't see where they could manage in their
lifestyle if the inflation rates continued to rise.

So as the two of them were turning in for the evening retiring to bed, Wilma
drew up close on Fred while beneath the bearskin blanket that covered their
bed. Wilma was concerned over her younger daughter's future, and welfare, and
knew if the cost of living wouldn't soon lower itself, she couldn't see how
Fred, and herself would provide a decent living for her younger daughter, and
a bright future. Wilma then decided that she was going to have a talk with
Fred to discuss this even at this time while preparing themselfs to sleep.
Wilma then spoke softly to Fred asking him in concern, " Fred dear, you know
i've been thinking that it would be a good time tomorrow if you would ask Mr
Slate for that raise you've always wanted, so honey will you ? " Fred did
nothing to answer his wife, but only grumbled to himself, and rolled over
turning away from her. Wilma then grew a little irrated, and said in some
disgust, " Fred, i had asked you a question, are you going to answer me, or
not ? " Fred turned his head in Wilma's direction, and said to her grumbling
even more, " Wilma please, i had asked him this morning, and he refused me.
Now go to sleep, there is nothing more i can do. "

Wilma though wasn't satisfied with Fred's reply, and said to him while
displaying a tone of anger in her voice, " Fred don't be such a sabortooth
about this! I think you should ask him again, do you hear me !?! " Fred though
did hear her, but replied saying, " And you heard me Wilma, now go to sleep !
"

Wilma wasn't about to put up with anymore of Fred's beligerance, and as Fred
turned his head away from her; Wilma nonchalantly positioned herself to his
side leaving from Fred's suspicion of her next intention instead of talking to
him. Quickly, and quietly Wilma forcefully slid a leg beneath his body just
under his back, with Fred not being able to respond to Wilma's action quick
enough, she brought her other leg over the top of his body, and quickly locked
her legs together around Fred's waist at her ankles, and securing a tight
scissors about him. Fred moaned some, and then said to Wilma as she began
forcing her thighs about his body, " What in the,, oooaaahhfffggg !! " Quickly
Wilma applied the pressure about Fred's abdomen, and began squeezing him with
a slow but intense rate, hardening her inner thighs like solid granite rock.
Then Wilma spoke saying softly, " You know Fred, i just don't go to the gym
for no reason at all on a regular basis, but Freddy dear you are now going to
find out just how strong these legs are, and what they can do to that out of
shape body of yours, and find out just how convincing they can be, and make
you pliable to my demands.

Now it's time that you experience what i can do with these padded babies ! "

Wilma then tighten her thighs even more squeezing Fred harder with the inner
walls of her thickening thighs that was now embracing him with a painful
force. Fred gasped, and moaned in pain now as the oxygen that he had free
access to just moments ago was now escaping his lungs as if it was being
pulled from him with a powerful suction. Wilma then said as she saw tears
welling up in Fred's eyes saying to him, " Now Fred, I think you better agree
with me or else you may not be going to work tomorrow ! Fred ol' boy what's it
gonna be, is mommy here going to have to really hurt you or are you going to
do as your told, like a good little boy; that she expects you to be !?! " In
finishing Wilma gave Fred an even tighter squeeze about his stomach, with Fred
feeling as though his pudgy stomach, along with every internal organ that he
possessed beneath his stomach, was being pressed, and pasted to his spine.

Wilma had let up on Fred seeing he couldn't breathe, and wanting an answer
from him, allowing Fred some mercy, then after she saw that he had recovered
some, and breathing now healthily, while still trapped between her thighs she
spoke saying to him, " Well Fred which is it, do we ask Mr Slate again for the
raise, with you being more of a man about it or do i take you to the
stonehouse of pain !?! " Fred began weeping, with tears now making a steady
stream down his face, and he said in tears, " Pleaseee.. Wilma don't hurt me,,
i,, i,,, had asked him not just once but several times now, Mr Slate just
won't give it to me.. now pleaseeeeee... release me before you hurt meee..
pleaseee... ? " Wilma did just that letting Fred roll free from her legs, but
in the same Fred tried desperately to scurry from the bed from her, but as he
was nearly up from off of the bed Wilma took him from behind in a reverse
chokehold, and drug him bodily back onto the bed, and opening her thighs wide,
and quickly enveloping his already sore uppertorso once again in a scissors,
then quickly again locking them at her ankles. Fred cried in pain with Wilma
forcing a rippling forearm against the back of Fred's neck, with having
another hard rippling forearm wrapped tightly about the front of his throat,
all in the meanwhile, while still holding him captive within' her chisled rock
hard thighs. " OOoooaaahhhgggGGG !! pleaseeeeee... let meee...
gooOOOaaahhhgggGGG !! "

Wilma's inner thighs increased in swelling, and tightened like a killer python
about the sides of Fred's body, and she added yet another quick thrust to her
scissors while forcing her arms bout his neck tightening her forearms like a
rippling boaconsctrictor taking his head back suddenly, and causing Fred's
face to turn from a normal complextion to a bright burning crimnson red. With
the quckness, and force that Wilma applied Fred had no time whatsoever to cry
out, as his breathing came to a complete stop instantly. In that moment Fred
knew he would have to give into Wilma's demand, but when ? was his question,
would she allow him to still give the answer she wanted, or was she going to
put him to sleep ? Fred worried, as one of his phobia's was passing out. Fred
feared the thought, and in a state of panic numbing his mind, he tried
desperately to stay conscience, struggling against the nearness of going out.
Fred's insides again was burning fervently as Wilma held him like a killing
boaconstrictor, squeezing down upon him with a deadly intention, and a slow
fashion expelling any ounce of air from his lungs that might still be
lingering within' its cavitys.

Wilma then said to Fred, before allowing him any relief from the misery of
being punished between her still tightening python like cords of inner thigh
muscles, " Now Fred when i let up i will ask you one more time, and if you
don't give me the answer i want to hear, then consider yourself laid off from
work for a couple of weeks in a ribbrace... " Wilma then eased up on Fred,
allowing him free airway, and asked him saying, " Now Fred will you do as i
tell you, and ask Mr Slate at the mining rock company for a raise, or are you
prepared to be wearing that ribbrace !?! " Fred broke down crying even harder
as opposed to his heavy sobbing with Wilma making sure that he was going
nowhere, not to sleep at least, until she got her answer. Wilma though was
merciful, allowing Fred to compose himself, as she securely held him embraced
within' both holds, of the reverse choke, and the scissors.. Fred crying now
came to become heavy sobbing with his chest heaving heavily, and then he said
in frightened tears, " Yes Wilma... yesss... i'll,, i'll ask him... now please
stop... pleaseeeeee... i'm begging you... !?! "

Wilma kept her promise to Fred, and released him; with Fred thanking the high
heavens that his wife showed him some mercy. Wilma then said, to Fred as she
positioned her head on the pillow looking away from him, " Now Fred, i expect
you to get that raise, cause if you don't, well lets say you better hope you
do, cause i'm sure you don't want to find out what will happen to you if you
don't. Now sleep well dear... "

Wilma then dozed off to sleep resting well, with Fred falling off to sleep
sometime later, but after much difficulty with letting the pain in his
ribracked body to subside, after moaning in pain, and trembling, saying softly
to his wife.. " goodnight dear... "

The end

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