This choice: Sasha decides you're not good enough to shower with her, takes her shower alone • Go Back... Sasha glared at you as you retreated from her scary view. You were a fan of Sasha Banks, and she was still sexy. However, she has treated you like utter shit and pretty much tortured you. Your ‘Boss’ didn’t like you in the slightest.
Or at least that was what you were thinking. She does like you, but she likes what she can do with you specifically. Your position, it’s under her and she loved it.
As Sasha suggested this, she quickly got over it and laughed. “No, you don’t deserve a shower with me. I mean, you are too pathetic. You just don’t deserve this!” The giantess yelled at you angrily, as you reply your look back to the giantess.
“I-I don’t.”
“Of course you don’t! So I’m going to take a shower. My naked, sexy! The body will be getting washed, and you have to sit here knowing you don’t get to see it.” She was enjoying herself as she was torturing you.
You felt yourself finally moved to the side and back into her back. Sasha Banks closing it to make sure you couldn’t escape.
With that, she went and took her shower. Admittedly, her thoughts were filled with sexy things that she could do to you. Things that were authoritative, and would get the boss off. This lasted in the shower, as she thought about stamping you under her foot, flattening you under her hand. Leaving you at the mercy of her ass, her tits, her armpit! Hell, she could even eat you!
As she stepped out of the shower, she cleaned her body and put her casual clothes on. Nice booty shorts and a simple top with ‘The Boss’ written over it. Wrestlers usually wear their own merch, especially one as egocentric as the boss.
Sasha walked out back to you and smiled as she opened her bag. She looked at you cowering your way in the corner as she smiled.
She grabbed you roughly. Her fingers holding you tight. Her skin was hot from the water, and it made her even sexier.
She sat down onto the bench before dropping you down hard. You felt yourself fall rough down.
Hitting hard as you finally lift yourself up. “Here’s a small towel, wash my feet now!”
“Y-Yes Boss!” You shout back to her as you simply make your way and start going. You run over and drag the small hand towel over her feet. Washing it. She left them wet just so you can clean them.
“Okay, so once we get home I expect you to actually work.” She spoke down to you. “You got to see my match up-close and personal, so after that treat-”
“T-Treat?” It was just one word, but Sasha heard it and she wasn’t going to let it slide. Lifting one foot, she squashed you and the blanket under her sole. Shifting it around from side to side honestly just giving you hell.
“Yes, it was a fucking treat for you.” She said with venom. Sasha rubbed her foot over you happily doing this. “So when we get home, you are going to be put to work. What will you do? I’ll think of it later. Have you finished cleaning my foot yet!”
Was she seriously getting impatient with you?
“God, you are so useless! Pick it up!” At least Sasha raised her foot off of you. With that, you clean her feet just like she wanted. Not speaking your way up to her, knowing what that would do for you.
Once you finished, Sasha simply ordered you to get her shoes. You oblige for her, going over and dragging the shoes. Sasha was verbally insulting you during the whole time that you were doing it though. Once you got it close she simply put them on herself as you waited there.
You turn to the door. Sorta hoping. Hoping for anyone to come in and save you. Mainly a face but... would they save you. Bayley thought you were a bad guy just because Sasha said it. So chances are you were not going to get saved an-
“Hey, Sasha!” You see a giant body come in through the doorframe. Speaking of the devil, it was Bayley. “He still here, or is he you know... dead.”
Sasha pointed down as Bayley smiled. “We were just about to leave. When we get home, I’m going to make sure he is going to fucking worship me.” A shiver down your spine.
“You are so lucky Sasha. I’d love a little guy beneath me.” Bayley walked close to you. Shaking her super large ass as she smiled down at you. At least it was a smile? Even if it was one that scared you.
Bayley went ahead and lifted her pump. Lifting it over you, as she brought it down and stepped onto you. You felt yourself pushed and flattened hard as she laughed. Rubbing her shoe over you, treating you like nothing but a toy under her foot.
The giantess laughed down at this with her signature chaotic laugh. Sasha smiling seeing her friend was enjoying her.
It didn’t last too long, cause she went ahead and took her step upwards. Stepping to the side as she smiled down at your laying body.
“He’s so weak! Hahahahaha! It’s too funny.” Good thing Bayley was getting a kick out of it, cause you were feeling like your body was broken. I struggled to even respond to you.
“S-Sasha, Mrs. Banks.” You say up to her as Sasha raised her eyebrow. “Can we go now please?”
“Oh, he’s begging for mercy!” Sasha laughed, finding this part hilarious. “And it’s even funnier that he thinks I’m that mercy.” Sasha went and grabbed you with her hand. Squeezing you tight among her fingers as you could not move. You tried to scream but found that you couldn’t. You were simply too tight at the moment, struggling.
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