Isabelle leaves with her new "wife"

Texas couldn’t believe it. This had to be some sort of messed up joke. There’s no way that Isabelle could really be this unhinged, right? She kept telling herself that as she felt the world around her shaking with each step the sheep took. All she could hear was the steady sound of Isabelle’s breathing coupled with the beating of her heart. All other sounds were completely smothered by her impressive bust. With no way of knowing what was happening on the outside, she could only pray that someone, ANYONE, would stop Isabelle from whisking her away.

While the sheriff prayed for a speedy rescue, Isabelle was floating on cloud nine. She said nothing to Joe as she passed by the cell, though her smile widened at the disappointment on his face. She was certain that he had taken a shining to Texas as well, making her **** all the more satisfying for her. She walked out of the station and, after purchasing a steed from the nearest stable, wasted no time making her way to the outskirts of town. She sighed happily at the sight of her upturned caravan and the **** perpetrators that had been left beside it. Her thoughts went back to the moment that the rugged and strong sheriff swooped in and saved her from those two lowlives, her body growing warm at the memory.

“Well, dear… it’s time we got going” she said softly as she gave her bosom a loving squeeze. “I can’t wait to introduce you to mother~” Putting Texas’s teaching to use, she managed to climb atop her steed with relative ease. Much of what she told the sheriff were carefully concocted lies in order to lower her guard, though her inexperience in horseback riding was genuine. She gave the town behind her one more glance before riding off.

Time seemed to be at a standstill for Texas as her captor rode through the harsh desert sands. The constant rocking motions were the only indication that Isabelle was still on the move. Despite the perilous predicament she was in, Texas felt oddly serene. Isabelle’s warm pillowy breasts provided her with greater comfort than any bed could provide, and the steady rhythm of her heartbeat was soothing to the ears. It wasn’t long before the sheriff began nodding off as a result, eventually falling into a sleep so deep that she wouldn’t wake until they’d reached their destination.

Texas came to with a groan. Her eyelids fluttered open, her vision coming to her in a blur as a result of her lengthy slumber. It took a few minutes for her to fully regain function of her eyes, though they had some trouble adjusting to the light after being closed for so long. Once her vision cleared up, she could see that she was no longer trapped within Isabelle’s cleavage. Not only that, but her body was back to normal… though it granted her very little freedom as she soon realized that she was tightly bound to an armchair.

She was now in what appeared to be a large bedroom. The decor was far more luxurious than anything the humble sheriff was accustomed to. Smooth marble walls accented with gold trimming, hardwood versailles flooring, and expensive rosewood furniture. For someone of such humble upbringing, this lavish environment made Texas feel uneasy.

A knock on the door gave the sheriff a start. A portly old sheep woman dressed in a maid outfit stepped into the room, greeting the sheriff with a warm smile. “Good evening, Master Texas. I take it you slept well?”

“Where’n tarnation am ah?” Texas asked as she weakly struggled against her bindings.

“This is the Claudette Estate, young master. You arrived here three days ago with Miss Isabelle and we have been watching over you since then”

Texas’s eyes went wide. Had she really been asleep for that long?! That didn’t even account for the time she spent between Isabelle’s boobs. She couldn’t help wonder if anyone back in Gold Springs were even aware of her absence. April was undoubtedly searching day and night for her, but Texas doubted that she’d be coming to her rescue any time soon. She took a deep breath, doing her best to remain calm despite her less than ideal circumstances.

“Ah see… where is Isabelle right now?” she asked, a hint of contempt showing in her voice at as she uttered the sheep’s name.

“Miss Isabelle is currently out running errands” The maid said curtly. Texas raised a brow as she waited for her to elaborate on the type of “errands” Isabelle was running, but the portly sheep just stared at her with a wide smile.

“What do ya mean by ‘running errands?’” She asked cautiously. The maid giggled in response.

“Wedding preparations, of course.” She said matter-of-factly. Texas stared at her in bewilderment. She wasn’t too surprised by her answer, as the crazed sheep had gone on and on about the two of them being wedded and living the rest of their lives together. Texas didn’t really think to deeply into her ramblings at the time, as her mind was more preoccupied by the fact that Isabelle had deceived and ensnared her.

“Y-Yer not serious, are ya?”

“Oh yes, quite serious. Truth be told, I can’t remember a time where I saw such enthusiasm and vigor in the young Mistress. Normally, she leaves the planning to the help but she insisted on being hands on this time around” the maid said before looking up with a wistful expression. “She used to go on and on about finding ‘her knight in shining armor.’ After that last fifty marriages, we… well, we weren’t exactly confident in her ability to find a suitable partner. That was until YOU arrived. She spent so much time gushing over her new fiancé, it’s a wonder our ears didn’t fall off!”

She chuckled at her joke before turning her attention back to Texas. She walked over and placed a hand on the weasel’s bound shoulder, a warm smile touching her aged face. “It’s so nice to see her so happy. We are in your debt, Miss Stanton”

Texas narrowed her eyes at the old maid, her temper beginning to flare. She saw past the motherly and soft-spoken demeanor and focused on the cold hard truth of the matter. The bottom line was that Isabelle, a dangerous killer for hire, had kidnapped a sheriff of the law with the intent of wedding them regardless of consent. That’s not even getting into the fact that she had apparently gone through fifty spouses, no doubt engineering their demises for her own selfish gain.

“Now you listen here, miss…! Uh, miss…”

“Just call me Laura, dearie” the maid said with a polite bow.

“Listen here, Laura… yer talkin to the sheriff of Gold Springs. Ah am a woman of the LAW! Ah don’t know what yer deal is with that no good snake, but right now ya’ll are currently aiding and abetting a viscous criminal. If ya don’t let me go right now, yer lookin to at 30 years minimum once mah deputy comes lookin fer me!”

“I very much doubt that, Master Texas” Laura chuckled. “The town you come from, Gold Springs, holds quite a reputation for housing a number of high profile outlaws. Even if this deputy of yours wanted to investigate this matter, she’ll have her hands full dealing with inevitable crime wave that no doubt occurred as a result of your absence.”

The anger on Texas’s face was dimmed as her eyes went wide. She hadn’t even considered just how fubar things must’ve gotten with her disappearance. News travelled fast in that town, especially in it’s seedy underbelly. Poor April must’ve been running herself ragged dealing with the likes of Roxxie, Georgia and, heaven forbid, Molly. The sheriff’s concern for her friend and partner lit a flame under her as she began struggling against her bindings furiously.

“LEMME GO, YA ORNERY VARMINT! IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO APRIL, AH SWEAR TO THE LORD ABOVE, AH’LL TEAR EVERY INCH’A WOOL OFF’A YER HIDE WITH MAH BARE HANDS!!”

Laura blinked and stepped back nervously. She was confident that Texas would be too weak from the lengthy stretch of inactivity, her joints too stiff and her muscles too lax to muster the strength needed to escape. She knew nothing of the weasel’s fierce determination and how, time and time again, it enabled her to pull off feats that went far beyond what most were capable off. That determination showed as her bindings started to stretch and and pull as Texas fought against them. If this went on any longer, there was good chance that she’d be able to free herself through sheer brute ****!