Life as a Prison Bitch

With every lick and kiss delivered to Annabelle's colossal ass, Texas could feel her pride being chipped away. Just days ago, the name "Texas Stanton" had been synonymous was ruggedness and bravery, her track record showing nothing but excellence in the field of law enforcement. Now she was nothing but a toady, a prison bitch for a criminal that she herself brought into justice.

'Well, what else where ya gonna do?' she thought. 'Ya can't let yer pride get ya killed. It's either deal with Annabelle, or get passed around by the whole dern prison like a used rag!'

Try as she might, she couldn't explain away her current actions. It wasn't in her nature to cower and submit, but it was the only choice available to her at the moment. She wanted nothing more than to lash out and attack Annabelle like she had previously attempted to, but deep down she knew better. The immense cow hadn't gotten her fearsome reputation for nothing. Without a lasso or gun, Texas was simply no match for her.

Minutes of literal ass kissing soon left Texas knackered, her chest heaving and her tongue completely dry from having to cover so much space. She winced as Annabelle glanced over her shoulder, peering down at her with an amused smirk.

"Alright, that's enough. Ya done good, lil lady" she said before walking away from her spent servant, her ass now having a very light sheen of saliva from Texas' tirelessly worship. She walked over to their bunkbeds, grabbing the neatly folded prisoner uniform sitting atop the sheets and tossing it over to Texas. Texas caught it and was surprise to find it soft and warm to the touch, as if it just came out of the dry cleaners.

"When I heard we were gonna be cellmates, I had the girls prepare that for ya. Ain't about to have MY bitch walkin' around in them itchy rags the warden got the others wearin'" Annabelle said as she began to dress herself, cursing under her breath as she struggled to zip her suit up pass her enormous breasts. "Damn fools... put my jumpsuit in the dryer too long... somebody's fixin' to get their ass beat..." she muttered.

Texas looked down at the outfit in befuddlement before looking back up at Annabelle. Without questioning it, she slipped the jumpsuit on, raising a brow as it seemed to fit her perfectly. "Thanks... ah think..." she muttered. She watched with growing interest as Annabelle continued to fight with her zipper, her heavy tits bouncing every time she attempted to jerk the metal upward. Annabelle could feel the the weasel's eyes on her and huffed in annoyance.

"Instead of sittin' there gawkin, get up and help me!" she ordered sharply.

Texas blinked, Annabelle's command snapping out of her apparent stupor. She couldn't help feel ashamed of herself, her face slightly flushed with embarrassment. It was one thing to be caught ogling her cellmate, it was another thing entirely for that cellmate to be Annabelle of all people. An annoyed grunt from the bovine got her feet moving as she ran over to aid her with her wardrobe issues.

"What do ya want me to do?" Texas asked as Annabelle fiddled with her zipper.

"What are ya, daft?" Annabelle grunted. "I need you to help me zip this thang up! Get to it, bitch! I gots kitchen duty today, and I can't have my goods bouncin' all over the place while I'm workin'!"

Texas hesitated, unsure of how go about approaching this task. The zipper was stuck in the middle of her chest, the teeth struggling to hold back the mounds of tit flesh pressing against them. Even if she could reach up high enough to get a grip on it, what chance did she have of bringing it up when Annabelle failed to do it with her monstrous strength? She didn't have much time to think it over, so she quickly acted on the first idea that came to mind.

Annabelle watched curiously as the weasel climbed up her giant body, letting out a light grunt of surprise as Texas perched herself atop her breasts with her legs spread wide with a foot on each boob. Texas cracked her knuckles and huffed before bending over deep to grasp the zipper. With gritted teeth, the weasel tugged upward with all her strength, pulling at the zipper as though she were young King Arthur attempting to free Excalibur from the stone.

Impressed by her gumption, Annabelle decided to help her former adversary by pushing her tits in, creating just enough space for the zipper to continue moving without resistance. An unexpected consequence of this, however, Texas could no longer keep her footing, and found herself falling back as she pulled the zipper up. Her grip on the piece of metal loosened and she momentum from her pulling caused her to somersault in place before falling head first into Annabelle's tight cleavage.

"Well god damn, you did it. You're a lot more useful than you look, Texas!" Annabelle said with a chuckle. She blinked as she felt the familiar sensation of something struggling between her boobs and smirked as she found the weasel's feet sticking out her cleavage, wiggling helplessly. "You're a frisky lil thing, ain't ya? Most folks have the courtesy to wine and dine a lady before jumpin' into a her clothes" Annabelle joked. She could hear the weasel's muffled yells, no doubt either throwing out some kind of impotent threat or pleading for assistance.

"Alright, calm down. There's a time and place for that kinda fun" she said before grabbing weasel's wriggling ankles and pulling her free in one tug. She snickered at the sight of Texas, slightly flattened with her jumpsuit slightly soiled with cow sweat. She whipped her body out like a towel, wicking the sweat from her clothes easily before standing her back up and giving her a hardy slap on the back.

"Let's get some lunch, huh?" Annabelle said, her tone nonchalant as if she hadn't just **** her former adversary to kiss ass. She didn't bother waiting for Texas as she walked out of the cell, though the weasel was quick to follow. It hadn't been said, but she knew instinctively that her place while in the prison would be at Annabelle's side... whether she liked it or not.