"I'd love to tell you what we're planning, Texas." Georgia said with a wry smile, "But frankly, it's gonna be a lot more fun to let you figure it out for yourself. Roxxie, you ready to get medieval?"
"Oi, as always!" the kangaroo said as she turned around from the table. Much to the horror of the two captives, her face was covered by a welding mask and she held a blowtorch in her hand.
The foxes tried to wriggle themselves free from the table, but their restraints bound them tightly and kept them from moving a muscle. They weren't just tied down to the table below them; they were laying atop two long, slim wooden planks. Their eyes grew wide with fear as the masked villain approached them and sparked a blue flame from the end of her welding tool.
"Georgia, give me a hand, will ya?" She asked with a grin.
"Of course, darling!"
The enormous mare grabbed Texas's plank and stood it upright, as if the fox were about to be prepared for some kind of crucifiction. Roxxie took April's plank and did the same, standing it back-to-back with the piece of wood Texas was tied to.
"Perfect..." the kangaroo laughed devilishly as she took her blowtorch and ran it along the center of the planks, fusing them together into one piece of wood with the squirming sheriff on one side and her stone-faced deputy on the other. It almost looked like some kind of totem pole dedicated to the world's unluckiest two law enforcement officials.
The terrified girls had no idea what they were in for, but knew something awful was about to happen when Georgia began to lay down on her stomach, her enormous butt hanging up in the air behind her.
"Alright, Rox!" the future sheriff called out. "It's SQUELCHING TIME!"
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"NOOOO!" came the unified scream of dissaproval from the trapped canines as Roxxie shoved poor Texas's end of the pole right into Georgia's asscrack, the poor fox squishing into a flat paste as her body was crammed into the desert-sweat-drenched crevice that was her former deupty's rump. Her squealing voice couldn't be heard outside the squooshy confines of the jiggling cheeks, but everyone in the room knew the unfortunate sheriff was enduring the most disgusting thrashing she had ever received.
With Texas buried in Georgia's overbearing butt, April was left lying face-up on the plank, her eyesight aimed at the rocky ceiling of the gold mine's interior. It was clear to her now that she had been lured into a trap, and due to her own incompetence the villains had practically just turned her beloved boss into a sentient piece of toilet paper.
The feeling of guilt was replaced by the overwhelming feeling of fear as Roxxie Roo glared down at the pathetic deputy, her arms still pathetically trying to wriggle out of their perdicament.
"Looks like it's my turn now..." the kangaroo said with a sensous tone as she slowly swung her hits around, her gigantic bum inching in on April's vision a s a reminder of just how massive she was. "We're gonna make a goodie-two-shoes sandwich!"
"You don't have to do this!" April cried out as Roxxie's rump came closer and closer to burying her alive.
"You're right, I don't!" Roxxie tickled the deputy's nose with her tail in a taunting display of dominance. "I WANT to."
With that the kangaroo completely her descent, the fox's screams for help being slowly converted to muffled mumbles for mercy as the marsupial's heaving buttcheeks slowly sank down into their new seat. April's body was compressed like a pea being rolled over by a truck tire, her figure becoming a completely smushed mess beneath the kangaroo.
And then, there was peace. The incredibly cruel and sadistic villainesses held their positions, a newfound quiet taking over the cold insides of the gold mine. There was a serene warmth in knowing that, beneath the silence, the pain-in-the-ass police officers were completely trapped, their faces crammed so tightly into the sweaty crevices of their enemies' nether regions that they were almost inseparable.
"Well, I guess that takes care of that..." Georgia said with a laugh as she let a little fart erupt onto the sheriff's poor little face. "You wanna go get some gold?
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