On a conveyor belt! (End)

It seemed as though Roxie’s conjecture was spot on. The **** of her kick sent Texas flying right onto one of those moving conveyor belts. The **** of the impact knocked the wind right out of her, keeping her from just hopping right off the darn thing before anything could happen to her. And that momentary pause was just enough time for Roxie to hop on over and stamp one of her huge feet down on Texas’ legs, both flattening them, and pinning them to the conveyor to make sure she couldn’t get away!

“Well Tex, looks like you’re about to become another fine product of Gildegarden Industries! Don’t worry though, I’ll make sure you’re shipped to a niiice home.” Roxie taunted as the conveyor continued moving forward, albeit slower under Roxie’s immense weight.

Texas looked ahead, realizing that she was on the path towards that weird hypnosis box. If she didn’t get away, she’d be all wide eyed and drooling just like all those other people! She had to think of a way out of this mess. With a grunt, Texas tried struggling, but that was futile under this pressure. Her gun was also being stomped beneath Roxie’s foot right now! The only way she was getting out of this was if she managed to convince Roxie to let her up. Appealing to the bandit’s better nature was out of the question, but maybe challenging her would? It was worth a try anyways, so Texas looked up at Roxie and sneered. “Really? After all o’ this, yer just gonna go ahead and let some machine finish me off? Yer oldest enemy, and yer not even gonna bother doin’ the job yerself?”

Roxie looked up in thought for a moment. Had it worked? Had Texas managed to get out of yet another jam? Texas got her answer when Roxie looked back down with a grin and replied, “well, I AM the one tossing ya in the machine, Tex. Plus, I’ve let Butterscotch have her way with you plenty of times. You really think It’s that important to me exactly what does you in? Speaking of...enjoy the light show! I hear it’s really something!”

While they had been talking, Roxie and Texas had rolled right along towards the mind control box. Now, they were right up in front of it. As it opened up, ready to receive its next victim, Roxie blew Texas a kiss just to mock her before hopping off, letting Texas’ flattened legs go free at last. Unfortunately, even as Texas popped them up and leapt to her feet...it was too late. The box closed around her, leaving the sheriff in total darkness. Her heart started racing...what was this thing supposed to do exactly? It didn’t seem to...t...to...

“O-ooooh...” Texas let out that involuntary moan, and her eyes went wide as they became fixated on what was happening before them. The walls of the metal box had changed, and each one was now showing a black and white spiral, spinning away enticingly. Texas knew this was bad. She knew that this was exactly how this place brainwashed people...but...she couldn’t seem to close her eyes. Turning her head wouldn’t have done any good anyways since the spirals were all over, but she didn’t even try. Something in the back of her mind was whispering to her. Encouraging her to stare. Staring felt so...good. So wonderful. And as much as Texas didn’t want to admit it, the voice was right. Letting her mind slip away just felt...amazing. Relaxation and pleasure washed over her body the longer her eyes followed that ever spinning spiral. Her previously tense muscles were all at ease now. She could feel her thoughts slowing down and her mind becoming hazy. She had to try to fight this though! M-maybe she could outlast it? It was automated, r-right? Yeah...if she could just resist long enough, she could...uh...wait, why did she want to resist again?

That question was met with a very simple answer from her mind...she didn’t. Why would she? Giving in felt so much better. With every thought that drained away, she felt even more pleasure and even less stress. Texas didn’t notice, but she was already starting to drool on herself. Her pupils had shrunk to pinkpricks, and she looked quite silly staring at that swirling wall. She didn;t care if she looked ridiculous though. The spiral was all that mattered. Staring...sinking...obeying...nothing else mattered. Black and white spirals filled her eyes as, with one last pleasured sigh...she succumbed.

Texas never had a chance. The Hypnomatic was designed to shatter even the strongest wills in under a minute, and Rivercrest had made sure that the machine was timed to spend three minutes fully brainwashing its victims. When she was finally released from the Hypnomatic, Texas was thoroughly hypnotized. No different from the dozens of other slaves who had gone through this line today.

Unlike the others though, Texas was immediately yanked out of the line by Roxie, who looked positively ecstatic that Texas was completely under her control now! “So Tex...you’ll do anything I tell ya to now?” She asked.

“Yes Mistress...” Came Texas’ unemotional response, making Roxie only grin wider as the Kangaroo lifted up one of her nasty feet.

“Prove it then, Tex! Lick my foot, and give it a nice, big whiff too!” Roxie ordered, and Texas unquestioningly obeyed. She knelt down in front of Roxie and mashed her face up against that disgusting sole! Texas inhaled deeply before starting to cough and retch on the vinegar-esque stench of Roxie’s foot. Then, she got to work, lapping up years worth of sweat and filth. The taste only made her gag more, but it didn’t seem to deter her in the slightest! Roxie let out a whistle, both impressed and frightened by how thoroughly the factory equipment had messed up Texas’ head. However, she wasn’t done with Texas yet!

“Damn. Well, much as I’d love to keep ya myself, Miss Gildegarden has strict rules about not taking anything off the assembly lines for ourselves! So how about it, Tex? Wanna huff my ass one last time for old times’ sake?” Roxie turned around and shook her ass, and Texas was all too happy to stuff her face in there and take deep whiffs of Roxie’s sweaty crack! “That’s the spirit, Texas! Of course, being mindless for the rest of your life seems a little too good for you, so listen up! Once you wake up after huffing...these!” Roxie punctuated that with a noxious fart that Texas near-greedily sucked into her lungs, and very nearly knocked herself out right away in doing so! “You’ll be fully aware again, like that little swirl show never happened!” With Texas’ commands set, Roxie began dropping stink bomb after stink bomb for Texas to huff with all her might, only stopping when she felt the weasel go limp against her titanic touchas.

When Texas awoke, she was surprised to find herself still in the factory. However, she had been moved to a different assembly line, was bound up and naked, and she had a gag that was holding...EUGH! It was holding a filthy sock in her mouth! Texas screamed into her gag. This thing was VILE! Looking around frantically, she soon saw Roxie and Rivercrest standing side by side.

“Yoohoo, Sheriff Stanton! Over here!” Called Rivercrest, “I’m ever so delighted that you dropped by today, but I’m afraid Miss Roo has informed me of your unruly behavior in attacking her unprovoked! I regret to inform you that such actions cannot go unpunished, though, I did show some mercy! After all, you’ll be much better off tasting my socks than what ELSE might have gone in it! Well...actually, perhaps not, but it’s ever so fun to watch people suffer on my footwear!”

Texas wasn’t sure what the heck the fox was talking about, until she heard a loud, metal THUD in front of her. She turned her attention back to the conveyor just in time to see a massive press raise up, and then she was slid under it...

THUD

Texas was instantly flattened paper-thin against the belt, which was pretty much the point as her two-dimensional body was carted around the various machines, prepared, and made...into a roll of toilet paper.

Honestly, Texas was grateful that she had the sock in her mouth given what she was **** to endure right before the end. Plus, the person who used her really wouldn’t have wanted to put up with the stream of curses she was shouting into her gag the entire time.