Sally Finishes Up And Takes Her To Her Room.

(Originally by Gentleman Jack)

By the time her captor was finished, Texas felt like a new woman. All of the kinks in her shoulders and back had been thoroughly worked out and she felt a renewed sense of vigor. Were it not for the circumstances surrounding this whole ordeal, she would've felt obliged to thank Sally for her work. Her initial outrage had waned ever so slightly though, as Sally picked her up and stood up from the tub. She was about to place the sheriff down so she could dry herself off, but frowned when she saw no towels hanging on her the rack.

"Aw shoot... I fergot to take em outta the laundry basket..." she muttered. Her attention turned to Texas and flashed a smile that left her feeling uneasy. Without warning Sally grabbed her by the ankles and wrists and twisted, compressing the sheriff's body like a washcloth as she literally wrung the water off of her body. Once all the water was gone from her body, Sally went about drying herself off with Texas' body. Up and down her back, all along both armpits, through the valley of her cleavage and finally between her enormous buttcheeks.

"Sorry bout dat" the beaver said sheepishly as she literally whipped Texas' body back into shape.

"Ah swear, the moment ah get free I'ma throw yer fat ass in the clink so fast it'll make yer head spin..." Texas said coldly as she glared daggers at Sally's smiling face.

"Aw don't be such a debby downer!" Sally said with a giggle before as she walked out the bathroom and down the hall to her bedroom. Much like the rest of her home, Sally's room had a cozy feel to it and aside from one or two bits of clothing scattered here and there it was clear that Sally took pride in keeping things organized. The only thing that struck Texas as unusual was the framed photo of her standing with April resting on the nightstand next to Sally's bed. That was odd enough, but it was made all the more unnerving by the clearly doctored image of Sally standing right beside the two of them.

"Boy howdy, I could really go fer a nap. All dis excitement's got me tuckered out..." Sally said with a yawn.

With her captive in her arms, she jumped onto her bed and shut her eyes, falling asleep almost immediately. Texas fidgeted uncomfortably as she was completely enveloped by Sally's heavy frame, her giant breasts threatening to swallow the sheriff's head as she was held tight against her chubby body. It was made all the more uncomfortable by the sweat that had begun to accumulate in the beaver's fur, pooling around Texas' face.

The enraged lawman squirmed furiously against her bonds, **** to free herself and throttle her loony fangirl but it proved quite difficult. She trailed her fingers along the rope wrapped tightly around her wrist and her brow furrowed at what she felt. A constrictor knot... damn it..., she thought to herself. Ditzy as she was, Sally certainly had the know how needed to succeed in her craft. The undoing the knot would be next to impossible, so her only hope was to somehow pull herself free from the beaver's grip and worm her way down to the kitchen to find something she could use to cut it loose.

It was easier said than done though. In her sleep, Sally continued to pull Texas further and further into her plump body, making it increasingly difficult for the sheriff to catch her breath, let alone move. The sheriff could only hope that she would start tossing and turning in the middle of the night, creating a window of opportunity for her. Otherwise, she was stuck with nothing to do but try her damned hardest not to drown in the liters of sweat that poured off of Sally.