Jacks wants to see how far Texas will go

Texas bit her bottom lip as Smiling Jacks' sweaty naked butt hovered inches away from her face. Hypnosis aside, Texas had always found the bunny to be quite the looker with curves in all the right places despite her small stature. Perhaps that was the reason Penelope's spell had taken hold so quickly. In a matter of seconds, her world went completely dark as her head was buried deep into Jacks' crack. Texas could hear a content sigh coming from above and the sheriff elated knowing that she could bring comfort to the her mistress. That elation quickly made itself known to Jacks as she took notice to Texas' clenching together tightly. Once again, the weasel was deriving intense pleasure in being used as a cushion, much to the Jacks' confusion.

"I mean... I like this, but it feels kinda... I dunno, weird?" the bunny said as she stroked her chin in thought. "What was it, a week ago since you and I tussled, Tex? Now all of a sudden you're getting off on being beneath my ass. Roxxie's a mean little cuss, but I'm having a hard time believing that she broke you this quickly. You're not even listening to me right now, are ya?" She bounced her butt once to emphasize her point, resulting in a muffled scream of pleasure from beneath her. That simple action was enough to push Texas into an intense orgasm. Jacks blinked, not quite sure what to make of what she just saw. This all but cemented the notion that Texas had been well and truly broken, though it wasn't as satisfying as the bunny imagined it would be. It wasn't helped by the obvious joy Texas derived in her mistreatment. Something just didn't sit right with this whole scenario.

Smiling Jacks stood to her feet, her cheeks parting from Texas' muzzle, the sweat leaving an imprint of her ass around the weasel's head. Glancing over her shoulder, Jacks looked down at the sheriff and shook her head. "I gotta see how dedicated you are to this, Texas" she said before sauntering over to the middle of the room with her arms held up in the air. "Here I am, nice and ****. If you wanted to slap some handcuffs on me, there isn't much I could do to stop ya"

Texas blinked a few times, her sanity beginning to take hold once more as she considered Jacks' proposal. Granted, the bunny was oversimplifying things, as Texas had neither a gun or her handcuff to ensure a proper arrest, but the sheriff was more than capable of improvising. Really, taking Smiling Jacks down would be child's play... yet... the weasel found it hard to focus on the task as her eyes were glued to the bunny's body. Jacks was known far and wide for three things: the first was her incredible skills as a rancher. The second was her luck when it came to her competition "disappearing." The third was her ability to turn heads with her finer assets. Texas' restraint had been thoroughly stomped out by Penelope's hypnosis as at the bunny's thick, sweaty, behind. Smiling Jacks smirked as she wiggled her behind, feeling the sheriff's eyes following along with every movement.

"Or... you could get on your knees, crawl on over here, and gimme a big ol kiss on the cheek. Show me how badly you wanna be my toadie"

"Toadie...?" Texas muttered, her voice taking on a slight tone of annoyance. She had certainly been called worse, but it was offensive all the same. The weasel wrestled with her hypnosis induced lust and her growing outrage at the circumstances she found herself in.