Several Months Later... (End)

(Originally by Gentleman Jack)

"Deputy! Where the hell is my drink?!"

"S-sorry boss!"

Live wasn't easy for the former sheriff turned deputy. Her new position called on her to wait on Georgia hand and foot, acting more as a servant rather than her partner in law enforcement. She would have cook her meals, wash her clothes, serve her drinks, give her back and foot massages, and so on. That was the part of the job that she could almost tolerate.

When she wasn't serving her boss, Georgia would use the poor woman as her plaything. Texas would be stomped flat, sat on, and chewed up, with little to no warning or provocation. This cruel treatment used to only happen whenever Texas tried to assert herself, though it wasn't long before the fight had been thoroughly beaten out of her. She grew to truly fear Georgia, more so than even her most sycophantic of underlings and it was this fear that kept her stepping out of line. Not that it really helped all that much. Georgia had demonstrated many times that she didn't need any justification to **** her hapless deputy.

That day had been particularly draining for Texas as she was tasked with massaging Georgia's naked rear while she laid flat on her stomach. Every few minutes she would blast Texas in the face with a noxious fart which she was required to inhale in deep breathes. Not only that, but the heartless sheriff actually expected Texas to serve her drinks while massaging continuing to massage her butt.

Texas soon stood before her boss with a big fake smile permanently decorated onto her face and a bottle of whiskey in her outstretched hand. She had been reprimanded for not being cheerful on the job and had to **** herself to smile at every waking moment of they day. Georgia nodded her head in approval before snatching the drink out or her hand and downing the whole bottle in one quick shot before letting out a belch that rattled the windows of her office.

“Your response time has been lacking as of late, Texas. This job isn’t getting too hard for ya, is it?” Georgia asked with a tone of mock concern.

“N-No! Course not! Ah love mah job!” Texas’ said hastedly.

“That’s all well and good, but I can’t in good conscience allow you to carry such a harsh workload” Georgia said as she rolled off of her lounge chair and onto her feet. She surprised her laughter as she looked down at her deputy’s horrified expression.

“You don’t gotta worry none, Texas. There are plenty of folks in these parts who’d be happy to pick up the slack for ya”

“Boss, no…!” Texas cried as she trembled violently.

“Sorry, but I’ve made up my mind. Get your stuff packed up while I go sign your pink slip” Georgia said sternly before she began walking over to her desk. She was stopped mid-stride as Texas lounged forward and latched onto her ankle, her eyes wide and her expression conveying intense emotional distress.

“Please don’t fire me, Georgia! Ah promise ah won’t be so slow no more! Ah’ll work twice as hard and ah won’t never complain!” she wailed.

Georgia grinned down at her once respected rival. One could be forgiven for assuming that Texas had actually grown to enjoy her job, but they’d be wrong. When Georgia saddled her with the position of deputy, she wanted to make sure that there was nothing for her to go back to should she rebel. She did this by making sure that every act of ****, extortion and strong arming done to the good people of Gold Springs were done under the orders of the deputy.

Or course, Texas would never commit such heinous acts even by proxy, but that didn’t stop the townsfolk from thinking it. They were quick to turn on their once noble protector, viewing her with more scorn and disdain than they did any criminal. As bad as it was working for Georgia, Texas knew that she was the only thing protecting her from a town full of people who wanted her head on a pike.

“Hmm… well… I guess I can give you another chance. But if I see you slacking off even once, you’re outta here! Get me?”

Texas sighed in relief and wiped the sweat from her brow. “

“Thanks Georgia…”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that. What did you just say?” Georgia asked as she narrowed her eyes.

“I-I said, ‘thank you so much, Boss’!” Texas said with as wide a smile as she could manage.

“That’s what I thought I heard. Now. It’s gettin’ late and I need to get some paperwork done. You know what to do” Georgia said as she pointed a thumb at her massive office chair.

Texas didn’t even hesitate as she crawled over to the chair and laid down squarely in the middle. She wasn’t a stranger to this kind of treatment and while she never quite got used to it, she was just grateful to have not been fed to the proverbial lions. Georgia smiled at her excellent response time and got into position, her naked rear hovering precariously over Texas’ body. No longer did she beg Georgia for mercy like she used to, but she could still feel the fear radiating off of her as she awaited her fate.

Georgia decided to forgo her usual teasing as she had quite a bit of paperwork to get through. She brought her massive rear down onto Texas with a satisfying *squish* and after grinding her but back and forth to get herself comfortable, went to work. She shivered in delight as she felt Texas' tongue lapping up the sweat from her meaty flank, **** to have her approval under the threat of termination. Her hard work was rewarded with a quick but powerful fart directly into her face, though that didn't deter Texas in the slightest as she continued to service her boss' rear.

"Mmm, that's it... keep at it Tex, and you just might make employee of the month!" Georgia cooed condescendingly as she glanced back at her butt.

This routine would carry on for years to come, with Texas playing her part as Georgia's servant, waiting on her hand and foot while inhaling more of her rancid body odors. Eventually, Texas' mind began to break down from the constant **** and she began to legitimately enjoy her job. She became Georgia's loyal ****, happily serving her boss and performing any task asked of her no matter how degrading. Gold Springs became a hive of criminal activity as Vivian established her absolute control over it and it wasn't long after Georgia retired to her new estate built at the edge of town. No one would ever see Texas again, though those brave enough to get within five feet of Georgia's home swear that they would occasionally see her and Georgia lounging out on the lawn, the former sheriff resting her head on her arms while Texas happily rested her head between her owner's colossal buttcheeks. Such talk was disregarded as rumor, but Georgia did nothing to deny it when asked.