Submit to her Betters... (End)

Tex let out a whimper, and got on the ground. Inside of her own head, she was screaming. Why was she doing this? Was her pride, her respect, her duty, all worth the chance at saving her life?

Unfortunately so. Her fight had gone, and her flight led her to dead end. What was left?

Roxxie looked almost taken aback. Then she began to laugh hysterically. “Well, I never expected that. The great Sheriff of Gold Springs, beggin at my feet like a dog.” Then she lifted her foot. “Well? Get to it…”

The weasel grimaced, looking at that horribly foul sole. Roxxie never wore shoes, and it was obvious. Dust and dirt coated the thing, as did her regular sweat and stench. It was hotly debated which part of the varmint was worse, but one thing was for certain: No one wanted to be on the receiving end of her sadism. Already Tex was gagging a bit.

“Sheriff…” She snorted impatiently. Tex took a deep breath… and gave the top of her foot a petite kiss.

“No no no! This ain’t a courtesy, Tex! You love doing this! Show it like ya mean it!” She yelled. Butterscotch stepped closer threateningly. “Or I’m making ya a horse buttplug!” She kicked her in the face, causing her to reel back.

The sheriff yelped, and rubbed her cheek. Roxxie cracked her knuckles. The sheriff sniffled, then leaned forward... and began to make out with her foot. Every touch renewed her disgust, and yet, she had to keep going… “Ahh… that’s the slut sheriff we all know you are deep down. Get it all...”

Roxxie grinned and pulled out something, far more distressing than a gun: a camera. Stolen, of course. Tex whimpered as she continued to kiss along her foot, as the bandit opened up the bellows and pointed it right at her. “I’d say smile, but your mouth’s preoccupied, now ain’t it? Now, you ruin my photo and you’ll be kissin' my horse’s ass next…”

SNAP!

The sheriff looked down, fighting back tears. “There’s the ticket. Hehehe. I can’t wait to show this to Jacks. Or whoever else is around.” She rubbed the sheriff’s face between her toes, making sure she got every inch of it, all the while winding up for another shot.

SNAP!

“Don’t act like you don’t love it, sheriff. You’re such a bootlicker, so now be a foot-licker!” She stuffed her big toe in her maw, causing her to gag even more. “Not the first time you’ve been on your knees like this, I bet. How else would you ever become sheriff?”

The weasel scowled, trying not to make eye contact. Trying to save at least some dignity.

SNAP!

“Now now, put your heart into it!” The roo grinned, giving a kick. Her entire foot jammed into the weasel’s mouth, lodging in the back of her throat. Tears streamed down her face as the roo worked it about in her maw. “That’s it… nice and thorough…”

SNAP!

The shutter clicked and the camera took photo after photo, until the film was used up. “I’m sure one a these’ll turn out.” She looked down at the gagging weasel. “Thanks for being such a good model!” After letting it marinate in the sheriff’s jaws for a moment, she pulled it out with a thick “pop!” Texas fell to the ground, coughing and sputtering.

Roxxie put away the camera, and then roughly pet the sheriff’s ponytailed head. “Yanno, I was just gonna kill ya after this. But I’m feeling generous. So I’ll honor our deal. You’re free to go this time, Sheriff.” The roo climbed back on her horse, and then turned to leave. “Besides. I want you alive for what comes next…” And with a single flick of the reins, the dastardly duo took off down the canyon, leaving Tex in the dust.

The sheriff was nauseous, humiliated, and defeated, but alive. Though she would find out that there are things worse than ****. By the time she and her borrowed ride dragged themselves into town, it was to mockery and laughter. The photos had been spread around town, and even the press published it front page: “Sheriff Texas Stanton: De-feet-ed?” They naturally sold every copy they had, the townsfolk wanting a morbid look at their debased sheriff. Mayor Vivian ridiculed her. Even April couldn’t look past it, much as she tried to, and apologized for it. After those photos, she was known as “toe-sucking Tex,” and not even the pettiest pickpocket took her seriously. She was alive, yes, but now she was considering an early retirement, if not skipping town.

It doesn’t matter what promises they make. If you trust your fate in the hands of bandits, it won’t end well.