Mistress Elvie

A particularly curvaceous skunk with a large updo and a wide, swaying body stepped forward. She wore the trademark uniform of the brothel, a billowing dress of red satin, and a tight corset that pressed her melons up into vast arched, jiggling mounds as she let her skirt drop to cover up her ass once more. She spoke with a particularly exotic accent, deep and rich as she looked down to Texas with bored eyes.

"If it would please Miss Lucy, I shall claim her."

Elvie had a vast hourglass-shape to her anatomy, as she rested a hand on her hip. Her footfalls seemed heavier than most, as if the dress was hiding something about her body. Most of her clients knew though, she was the town's best-kept-secret, a veritable amazon of a skunk. As she lifted the weasel up by her muzzle, she swung the lifeless body over her shoulder and waltzed up to her room. Producing a wrought-iron key, she opened her room and slammed the door on Texas's term as a sheriff with a giggle.

Elvie's room was similar to the central sitting room of the brothel, but with a few critical exceptions that helped Texas flesh out the skunk's personality. Many of the pieces of decoration had been swapped out, from images of prancing, gallivanting feminine figures, to ones of pure simplicity in seduction. Many were black-and-white photos of bondage, with figures prostrating before feminine legs, bending over with riding crops, and the curve of a thick girl's ass wrapped up in shiny rubber. She had a bed, a bit wider than most, with slots for inserting cuffs and straps. Being that Elvie was all of six feet tall, she had to have things a bit taller. It made for little room to hide in, and the underside of the bed was blocked. The windows were locked, as was the door. As Texas tried to shake the door, she heard skunks on the other side of the door giggle. Resigned to being trapped in the room, Texas awaited her fate as she went back to inspecting the room.

The sheriff slowly looked over each piece, and the numerous toys strewn about. Giant steel eggs, dildos, whips and chains hung from the ceiling, all of which distracted the weasel as she lost track of where the giant skunk was. As a door slammed shut behind the weasel, she looked up in horror at the skunk. Six inch heels made the creature loom large over her, as she had donned a tight leather suit, letting only a bit of the zipper on her chest down to let the girls breathe. Every bit of her thick body bulged in the catsuit, and the dom had curled up her skunk tail into her suit to give her a peculiarly bouncy looking behind, as she tucked a few strands of curly hair behind her ears. Elvie grinned from ear to ear as she cracked a strand of rope between her powerful mitts.

"Miss Lucy has instructed me to ensure your time in L'Odeur Séduisante is...unforgettable. After we are through, you will be given what you wish to know about the various missing citizens of this backwater berg..."

Elvie had a detached tone as she stepped forward towards the weasel. For her, this was just another evening escapade. Texas gulped as she found herself backed into a corner. The windows were sealed shut, and the door locked, with the key safely snug in the skunk's bust.

"Wh-why don't you just tell me and I git outta yer hair, you can go on to another person to smash, huh?" Texas tried to reason against the rubber-bound behemoth to no avail, as she was grabbed at the ankles and tossed onto the bed like a sack of potatoes, with the giant skunk smashing a knee onto Texas's back to hold her down.

"No no. If I did that, Miss Lucy would be most displeased. Now please, sheriff, show some spine."

Elvie slowly put the sheriff into a bind with the rope in her hand, tying Texas up tight with brutish **** that the weasel could not even hope to surmount. How had she never met this giant girl before? And why wasn't she poached by any of the bandit outfits? As Texas laid beneath the vast skunk, the girl slowly stood up and stomped a foot onto the binds to dig them into the weasel, just to make sure she knew she wasn't getting away. Pressed into the softness of the bed, as the vast rubber body squeaked with the crushing stomp, Texas grunted from the pain.

Free to move around, Elvie stepped forward to get above Texas's head, and squatted down atop her, vast rubber-bound cheeks keeping Texas still as she slowly began to grunt. Flying by the seat of her client, Elvie's guts began to bubble and gurgle, Texas felt every churn of this powerful woman's belly as her suit began to inflate. She had begun to fart in her suit. Texas couldn't smell it, but she felt the pressure begin to mount, as her captive form was engulfed by the catsuit's ballooning cheeks, filled with potent gas.

All it took was either unzipping the back, or a bite of the apple to make it pop.