Put Her in a Bind! (End)

“Got nowhere to run, Roxxie. Come here with yer hands up, or I’ll make ya,” the sheriff called, giving her ultimatum.

“You’ll have to drag me kickin and screamin, Sheriff!” Roxxie spat, planning her next course of action.

“That can be arranged…” Texas warned, holstering her wheelgun and pulling a length of rope from her belt. Twirling it like a lasso, she let it fly, sailing through the air right toward the fat roo.

Roxxie cursed under her breath and tried hastily to dodge, but still mounted on such a precarious place, it wasn’t enough. “Gal damn it, Sheriff! No fair!” The rope successfully slid past her shoulders, snaring her arms to her sides.

“That’s rich, comin from a scoundrel like you!” she retorted, tugging at the outlaw, teeth grit. “Now get over here! Nice n slow...”

“Mmf… Come now, sheriff…” She reluctantly drew closer with each tug. “Surely you can come over here instead!” The roo grinned, hopping forward to slacken the rope… before pulling back with a mighty yank!

“What the hey?!” Tex cried out in surprise, feeling the rope yank, and her vice grip on it in turn pulling her with it! She screamed, departing her horse, and flying forwards, right towards the bandit and her mare!

“Better hold on tight, Sheriff! You wouldn’t want to let go now!” jeered the roo, pulling the weasel freely through the air. It took little airtime before the sheriff found herself looking at a very long fall down, the safety of the ridge behind her without warning. Letting out another yelp, she grabbed that rope with her thighs as well, gripping it for dear life as she swung. Momentum held the line tight, and once she swung down, she swung back up like a pendulum.

The lawgirl watched the cliffs below her get farther away as she found herself on the upswing. As she gave a relieved gulp, being back in line with her perch, the rope tightened again, and start to pull her against her will yet again.

She felt herself once more being thrown about like a ragdoll. Gasping, she let go of her rope, and flailed, trying to stop herself, before realizing where her new destination was: Right toward the waiting ass of the fat roo.

“Roxxie, no!” she let out a final scream, pupils shrinking as she tumbled helplessly through the air, urging the outlaw to have mercy. The bound roo, of course, showed no interest in such a thing. She only hiked her tail and hunched forward more, ready to receive her would-be captor. Tex could only scream as she closed in on that roo rump.

SPLLLLAAAATTTT!! At once, Texas impacted Roxxie, the once well-constituted weasel immediately squishing a ways down, her muzzle burying itself between her foe’s cheeks.

“Seems like yer the one in a bind this time, sheriff,” Roxxie sneered, butt wobbling from the impact. Wriggling her body, she loosened the lasso, letting it slide down to her waist, before yanking it tight again, this time squeezing her cheeks tight, with the hapless sheriff’s head between them.

“Mmph?” came the muffled reply from the sheriff, as she came to. She was answered by the rumble of the roo’s gut. Screaming into those cheeks, she planted her hands on them, trying to pull herself free.

“No escapin what’s comin to ya, sheriff,” Roxxie taunted, patting her marsupial gut. BRRRRAAAAAAPPP!! The foulest thunder from down under exploded around the weasel’s face, stink steaming from around that mug.

Texas screamed within those cheeks, hair and hat being blown back by the sheer rankness of her emissions. “What’s the matter, Tex? Not so easy when yer the one with the ropes on ya, huh?” With a snicker, Roxxie lifted her leg, taking the sheriff’s head with her. PHRRRBBBRRRRTTTT!!!! Biting her lip, she **** out another blast against her pinned rival. “Nice knot tying, too. There ain’t no way yer wrigglin yerself free of that.”

The weasel screamed once more, weaker this time. Satisfied that Tex was secured, Roxxie turned to Butterscotch, and hopped onto her, nimble for her massive weight. SPPLLLTTT!! With the weight of the roo compressing her, she finally was laid flat, between Butterscotch's back, and Roxxie's butt.

Butterscotch snorted with amusement, feeling the soft weasel seat on her back. "Whaddya think o my new saddle, girl?" The roo tickled the mare's chin, grinding her ass back and forth on the sheriff.

PLLBBBRRRRFFFFFFTTTT!! "Comes with a built-in fart absorber too!" the roo cackled, a barely audible scream coming from below her. "Now let's go get that gold. We're takin home two treasures today!"

It is certainly good to keep a bandit in a bind. But Tex should've been aware that her foe was already bounds ahead of her.