Scratching Post

Throughout the entire night, Skukanku was grinning to himself at the satisfaction of how much the weasel sheriff has been going through her daily ****. It's been a whole day since her capture and surprisingly, he's been enjoying and grew impressed by how much a single weasel and squashable that they could practically do with her.

An easy toy for their little soon-to-be-member. For now, they were using her a scratching post.

Tied up to a pillar with her arms and leg spread out in a cross, each wrestler given their impressions on the former sheriff by exposing their naked asses and rubbed their cheeks against, exploding in errotic gasses that exploded right all over her body. Ranging from small to large wrestlers, each displayed powerful and disgusting wet farts that left their marks on Texas to make her remember this day as their new toy to play with.

Their boss wanted her mind to break into not thinking for herself.

It went throughout all night until they had their fun, the sheriff's entire fur all faded from the many asses she was **** to scratch against, which was left up to Batsuni who walked up and stared down at the sheriff.

"Perhaps you are far more useful to be a toy..." Skukanku taunted, pulling her out of the pole and walked off while his goons sat around to eat their grub for dinner. "In fact...You will be serving for my own pleasures too...Tell me, do you know those that I defeated and brought up?"

Texas coughed out green gas, eroding from the farts she had to take. They entered through a small personal room upstairs which seemed to serve only for Batsuni to have.

"Men or women fighters, defeated by my might, they were kept as trophies and toys until they were made into mawashi belts for us, or eaten by us to be turn into waste and left our bodies through our farts or through the toilet. But you, I had my eyes on you for the first day Sheriff...You could say I was pretty impressed by how stubborn, how tough, and how many challenges you went through..." Skukanku smirked down at the sheriff, clutching her tightly in her ass. "Despite how much humiliation, do you honestly think you should serve as being their sheriff? Don't you feel under appreciated? Feel accepted? Deep down, you never will be accepted but maybe here...To be a part of us sumo bandits..."

He opened a closet, forcing Texas to lay witness to a bunch of different colored mawashi belts which were revealed to be people who were reverted into mawashi belts via courtesy of the Sumo Bandits.

"However...I will break you to the point you wish to stay with me...and serve as not just a member, but our queen..." He answered, which made the former sheriff grow scared and nervous of where this was going. Did he say queen!? "Your little brain must have caught you...Yes, you will produce me offsprings to continue the sumo legacy. But in order to do that...I need you to be ready and I have a feeling as time goes by, you will understand fall in love with me...But I need to make you understand...and to do that...You'll be living inside me for a while."

He clutched her tightly before jumping into his small bed, trapping the weasel underneath his weight which made her trapped underneath him.