Thirty days in the hotbox (inside Georgia's boot)

Texas groaned as she hung limp in Georgia's grasp, the mare's meaty fingers pinched tight on her head. She was still disoriented from the rocky ride over to Georgia's home, her stomach still queasy from having consumed so much stale sweat. That and the sudden crushing pressure she had been **** to endure had left her in a daze and unable to process what was happening around her. It was a good thing that she was so small, otherwise Georgia would've picked up on the pained moans coming from her "doll."

"I don't know where you came from or who made you, but damned if I didn't luck out findin' ya" Georgia snickered as she reached down and picked up one of her boots. This was a prime opportunity for her to play out all of the twisted fantasies that lingered in her head.

"Texas Stanton, I hereby place you under arrest for the crime of imitating an officer of the law and pissing me off!" Georgia said and authoritative voice as she shook her boot.

"Oh please Sheriff Georgia! Don't send me to the hoosegow!" The toy Texas pleaded as Georgia shook her to simulate movement. She didn't have the real Texas to play off of (as far as she was aware) so she filled in that role by imitating the sheriff's voice in an exaggerated manner. "Ah'm sorry that ah pretended to be sheriff fer so long! Ah was just jealous of you! You're so smart and strong and sexy, and ah'm just a scrawny weakling!"

"That's no excuse, Texas! There ain't a woman in all of good springs that can hold a candle to me, but you don't see them breaking the law!" Georgia retorted with a smug smirk.

"You're right Georgia! I shoulda just fell in line like everybody else! I deserve everything that's coming to me!" Toy Texas cried. "Also, I paid everybody in town to say that I was a better marksman than you! All the times where I outdrew you were complete flukes!"

"Tell me something I don't know" Georgia said as her grin widened. It didn't matter that none of this was true. She was just enjoying the catharsis of having the sheriff feed into her tremendous ego. "Well, no sense putting it off anymore. I sentence you to thirty days in the hotbox!"

Her diatribe was lost on Texas as she still struggled to get her thoughts together. Her head was still swimming and it felt as though she would pass out at any moment. The only word she picked up on was 'hotbox', her brow furrowing as it didn't quite sit right with her. Suddenly, her nose was hit with a powerful nose burning stench. The smell was a shock to her senses, immediately bringing her back to lucidity. She looked down and was horrified to see that she was dangling over Georgia's boot, a visible haze of funk preventing her from seeing the inside.

"The hotbox? Oh, yer so kind, Sheriff Georgia! Yer boots smell nicer than perfume!" Toy Texas said happily, much to the real Texas's revulsion.

"I'm feelin kind today, Texas. We were partners at one point, so I figured I'd go easy on ya"

'Go easy? This is what she calls "going easy?!"' Texas thought in a panic. She had to think fast in order to prevent this horrible fate, but she didn't really have many options. She could try and wriggle out of her grasp and make a break for it but that would give up the ruse of her being inanimate. As cruel as Georgia was being, her actions paled in comparison to the horrors she'd inflict once she figured out that the toy was the real deal. She had to think outside the box if she wanted to save herself.