On to the second act! Texas the Escape Artist

While many of the nastier patrons in the saloon wanted the chance to use Texas, their desire to see her be an assistant in this diabolical show must of been even greater when they cheered for the next act. Abra just nodded and looked back towards Texas. "Come sheriff, da next part of my show will be much more difficult." Immediately she stopped kissing Annabelle's ass, who begrudgingly pulled her pants up and got off stage. At least she would get a front seat to the rest of the show, and by the sounds of it it was going to be really something.

Unable to stop herself Texas walked over and stood beside Abra as still as a statue. The cheetah caused more bright smoke to appear just as she had what looked like a metal coffin lowered from the ceiling. Several thick looking chains with even thicker locks were wrapped around it. Just as it touched the stage Abra swung it open and gestured to Texas.

"My assistant Sheriff Texas 'ere will preformin' in da most dangerous, **** defyin' display any of ya have ever witnessed!" She said dramatically and bowed to the audience. Just then a large, rancid smelling pig that Abra had hired pulled a barrel up that was absolutely overflowing with filthy socks and panties.

"First off, she will be bound with all da laundry here, so graciously provided by our amazin' host, Annabelle." The pig started to tie Texas up with the reeking laundry, wrinkling her nose at the intense stink coming off them. Annabelle had really used these thoroughly, but the thought that the pig had gotten to throw a few of her own clothes in the mix to mess with the sheriff made her grin. She made sure to wrap her old, fart stained panties around the top of the weasel's head, replacing her sheriff's hat.

Once she was done Texas looked like a mummy, completely covered in putrid socks, panties, and thongs. All they could see of her was her face, which suddenly turned to a shocked look when Abra snapped her fingers and broke the spell on her. "What in tarnation are ya talkin' about?! Ah ain't no damned escape artist!" She shouted and struggled as the pig tossed her into the coffin, all the while gagging on the repulsive bindings.

"Put a sock in it sheriff!" Someone yelled from the crowd and tossed their balled up, sweat soaked sock at Texas, hitting her right in the face with a wet splat which earned cheers from the other patrons. The pig laughed and made sure to gag her with the sock before closing the coffin. There was a hole on the front of the lid, where Texas's head was, and a glass window that could be shut above it. Currently it was open, which only made the sheriff worry.

"Next, da coffin will be filled with a very toxic gas! I will be needin' da help of all ye fine folk for dis one~" Abra said to the crowd as they all quickly caught on and smirked to themselves before forming an orderly line onto the stage. One by one they sat on top of the box and ripped the worst fart they could muster before moving on to to the next person. In no time at all the small, cramped space was filled with the most noxious gas that could be found in Gold Springs, especially as Annabelle sat on top and shook the whole stage with her thundering blast.

Texas was in hell during all of this, only able to retch and thrash around seeing countless different thick posteriors sit on top. Eventually she saw Abra's face peer down at her, the cheetah covering her nose from the fetid fumes rising from the hole. "Now to seal dis, then da show will begin!" To add insult to injury, Abra gave her a particularly foul fart of her own before closing the glass window, completely sealing the coffin with the deadly stench. With a nod to the pig, she locked all the chains and hoisted it back up into the air.

"And da final part of dis act, Texas will be escapin' da coffin of **** all the while it's lowered into dis 'ere vat!" Abra shouted to the audience and pointed to a huge vat that was wheeled into the room by a tall, broad hippo and placed beside the stage. It was filled almost to the top with what certainly didn't smell like water. "All da sweat 'ere was collected from around yer town earlier, a donation from yer incredible community!" She declared as her hippo and pig lackeys smirked to themselves at the comment. They had been tasked with collecting all the vile sweat they could find around town, but a great deal of it had come from their own bodies from just sitting out in the sun and farting into the vat. This made it a truly disgusting concoction.

"And so da show begins! Let's see if da sheriff can get out of dis one!" The audience saw Texas's terrified face while the coffin was slowly lowered into the putrid pool of sweat. Instantly it began to flood with the atrocious liquid, and sheer panic filled her thoughts making her thrash wildly around inside. Between the smell of the laundry, the farts and now the sweat she could barely even think, let alone try and escape this situation! But unless she did something fast, or a miracle happened, she would be meeting a very gross, watery grave...