Mary Puts On A Show!

As they sat down at a table, Texas couldn't shake the feeling of impending doom. She glanced around the cafeteria, her eyes scanning the faces of the other inmates. Most were oblivious to the tension between her and Mary, but a few looked on with curiosity or amusement.

Mary dug into her food with gusto, her eyes never leaving Texas. Texas tried to eat, but her appetite had vanished. She could feel Mary's gaze burning into her, like a predator sizing up its prey.

Just as she was about to rise, a strong hand clamped onto her hair, pulling her back down.

"Where do you think you're going, Texas?" Mary's voice was a hiss, laced with venomous amusement.

Texas's eyes widened in fear. "I-I was just going to get another tray," she stammered.

Mary's lips curled into a cruel smile. "I don't think so,"she said. "You're staying right here, where I can keep an eye on you."

Texas struggled against Mary's grip, but it was no use. She was trapped. Mary's eyes gleamed with triumph as she watched Texas's fear grow.

"Besides," Mary said, her voice dripping with mocking sweetness, "everyone here's wanna watch the show!"

She pulled down her pants and underwear, revealing her massive backside. The cafeteria fell silent, every eye turning towards them. A ripple of shock and laughter passed through the room. Some inmates looked away, their faces flushed with embarrassment, while others stared with a mixture of morbid curiosity and fear.

"Oi! Everyone, put all of your food you don't want on my asscheeks, asscrack, and asshole!" Mary shouted, her voice echoing through the cafeteria.

Inmates gasped in disbelief as they realized what Mary was demanding. Some hesitated, their faces contorted with disgust, but others, eager to curry favor with the prison bully, began dumping their unwanted food onto Mary's exposed buttocks. A grotesque symphony of clinking trays and the thud of food hitting flesh filled the air.

Texas watched in horror as Mary's backside became a grotesque canvas of mashed potatoes, gravy, and other unappetizing leftovers. The stench of rotting food filled the air, nauseating Texas to the core. She felt a wave of nausea rise in her throat, but she **** it down, her eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before her.

"W-What the hell are you doing?" The skinny rat inmate, asked, his voice trembling with a mixture of fear and indignation.

Mary turned to him, her eyes narrowed. 'You got a problem with that, rat?'

The weasel shook his head, his eyes darting nervously around the room. "N-No, ma'am," he stammered.

Mary turned back to Texas, her smile widening. "See, Texas? Everyone loves a good show. Now, what's your favorite dish?"

Texas's heart pounded in her chest, her breath catching in her throat, "F-Favorite Dish?"

"Because you're gonna eat your breakfast... Or should I say... Your Assfast~" Mary taunted with a sickening grin, shaking her massive backside.

Texas's stomach churned in disgust and fear. She had never imagined anything so vile. The thought of having to ingest food that had been smeared on Mary's backside made her gag.

"I-I can't," she whispered, her voice barely above a whimper.

Mary's smile turned cruel. "Oh, you can't, can you? Well, let me make it clear. Either you eat your Assfast, or you're going to wish you were dead."

Panic surged through Texas as she realized the gravity of her situation. If she refused to eat the food that's still smeared onto the pig's huge ass, Mary would make her life a living hell. But the thought of consuming something so contaminated made her stomach revolt.

However, will the imprisoned weasel sheriff eat her assfast, or receive much more hurt from Mary?