Subjected To A Different Punishment By Molly

"Wakey wakey little sheriff..." A voice echoes from the shadows. Texas rubs her head, trying to regain her senses. Suddenly the powerful stench of Molly's breath washes over her again. It was horrible enough to knock out a horse, but the weasel held on. The room she was in was earthen and large and completely dark bar some dim lights shining from connecting tunnels, a burrow dug deep beneath an old town called Silver Lakes. This was the voodoo rat's lair and slowly it began to sink in just how deeply in trouble the weasel was. This place was notorious for people entering it and never leaving. She couldn't show her fear though, or Molly would never let her hear the end of it.

"Show yourself, you fat, cowardly rat!" The sheriff yelled into the darkness. Bellowing laughter returned.

"Hahaha, you're a brave one to shout demands like that. I'm gonna enjoy my time with you, Texas. Don't worry, I'll be gentle with you. I want this to last as long as possible." Molly's voice was dripping with malice. She snapped her finger and suddenly the room lit up, all the oil lamps on the wall and ceiling igniting at once.

The obese rat woman sat on a pile of rubble, holding up a small doll and smiling cruelly.

"Recognize this little one, sheriff?" She cooed, but her words weren't connecting with the weasel. Texas was far more distressed by how dire her situation was. She hadn't tried to move yet, too dazed from Molly's initial ****. Now the weasel finally felt the heavy iron clasp around her ankle, a sturdy chain locking her to the floor. Furthermore she had been stripped naked. Her clothes were thrown into a corner, her weapon hung on the wall amidst a whole collection of sidearms.

"Oh, you're admiring my collection? Your horrified expression is right, those are all from other sheriffs and deputies that tried to stop me. Now please pay attention, I'm not gonna explain it twice. Actually, why don't I demonstrate what's about to happen."

Texas' body tensed up. She tried moving, but her whole body seemed to have stopped working. It felt like she was buried up to her neck in sand. She struggled to turn her head, but when she finally managed to face Molly it became clear. The fat rat held the little voodoo doll in a tight grip, smirking cruelly. She squeezed the doll, making the weasel in front of her gasp and groan. The intense pressure on the sheriff slowly began to warp her body out of shape, but Molly was only just getting started. She loosened her grip just long enough for Texas to take a deep breath, only to crush the air right back out of her again. Every time Texas let out a pathetic little squeak, making it hard for Molly to keep going without bursting into a fit of laughter. It wasn't enough to stop her from mercilessly tormenting the weasel, but at least it earned Texas a short reprieve once the rat got bored with her little squeak toy.

"Hahahaha, that was even better then I planned." She hollered, rolling on the floor with laughter. "But if you think that making me laugh is going save your sorry hide, you're badly mistaken." It was hard for her to sound threatening between laughs, but after the torment Texas just endured the rat was plenty intimidating. The weasel shivered a little as Molly composed herself, eyeing the little doll and pondering what to do next.