Abra Forces Tiny Texas To Submit To Her

(Originally by Cheese111)

The weasel couldn't believe she was about to say it, but with as much restraint as she could manage she stammered out her response.

"Just what tha hell are ya plannin if I agree to this?"

Abra kept her smug façade as she stood up and took a step towards the diminutive sheriff. "Whatever de spirits command me to... an though their ways be unpredictable, I can promise it will be somethin you won't soon forget." The witchdoctor's honeyed words were ambiguous as always. Texas wasn't satisfied yet with her answer.

"Talk straight, woman. Am I goin to survive it?" Abra just laughed. "Of course, little sheriff. De memory will sting much more den any pain I can inflict to someone as hardy as you. Now, enough questions. De spirits seek your submission, not an argument." She takes another step closer to the weasel. Already the cheetah is nearly upon her, standing tall over her prey. One more step and the sheriff would get flattened. Mercifully she squats down instead, taking a closer look at the little weasel. Her breath washes over the terrified sheriff, but Texas knows that there's nothing she can do at this stage. Whether she agreed to submit to her or not, Abra was in complete control.

"De first ting demanded is a show of humility. De spirits want you to kneel down and bow before dem."

"What? I'm not gon-" Texas' protests were brought to a halt when the cheetah slammed her hand down in front of the weasel. Before the startled sheriff could act, the witchdoctor's dainty fingers delicately grabbed the weasel by the torso and pushed her down. Her legs gave out almost immediately and the sheriff was **** onto her knees. Abra let go of her prey only to plant two fingers on the weasel's back, forcing her to the ground, pinning her down with minimal effort. The tiny squeaks of panic and pain told Abra she was doing it right. Texas' face was **** against the thick cloth of one of the many rugs that adorned the wagon floor. She had never felt so humiliated in her whole life. Nobody but Abra would know about this, yet the helpless feeling of being so brutally manhandled by someone so petite and waifish was burned into the back of the sheriff's mind.

"Now hold yourself down like dat for let's say... ten seconds. If I gotta help you kneel again it will be with my foot, and it will be a whole lot more... unpleasant for you." She lifted her fingers from the weasel, but Texas did not rise up. Abra looked at her work with pride. The mighty sheriff of Gold Springs, her obedient little servant. She could watch the little weasel kneeling before her all day long, but the moment those ten seconds passed the sheriff rose up. Her angry scowl was lessened a little by Abra's harsh lesson.

"What next?" She spat up to the witchdoctor sarcastically. Her reward was a heavy hand coming down on her back, flattening the weasel against the rug. Abra sighed. Texas' defiance was not unexpected, but tiresome all the same. With the squashed weasel unable to move or talk the cheetah peeled her off the rug and looked her in the eye. The witchdoctor's intense stare looked straight through her victim, making the slowly reforming weasel sweat nervously.

"You will not speak unless spoken to, is dat clear?" Abra slowly commands. The weasel meekly nods. "Good, now it be time. De spirits have judged your actions and dey command you to serve me without question for fifteen minutes." Fifteen minutes? That sounded almost easy. But before the sheriff could inquire about the catch the cheetah continued. "But dey are strict. Every time you question or complain, de time is reset and you must endure another fifteen minutes of service. De spirits already be bettin on how many hours you'll be here tending to me every desire." Suddenly the challenge sounded a lot more real. The sheriff had to stop that big mouth of hers from getting her into trouble, and that was a bigger task than anything the cheetah could throw at her.

"Your time be startin now." Abra announces as she turns a small hourglass.