By the time Sasha brought you to her hotel, you were an aching, battered mess. And you two were not alone. Running into misfortune after misfortune since waking up shrunken in the proximity of your malevolent idol, Sasha was seldom far from her Golden Role Models partner. These two narcissistic best friends were just as close outside of the ring as in it, and you had learned that tonight, Sasha had invited Bayley to join her for some fun with you. Presumably, you were not going to have a fun night by any stretch of the imagination, these two evil giantesses intent on tormenting you for their own amusement.
Throughout the entire car ride, Sasha had kept you held in her iron-tight grip. But that was not all. She kept squeezing and relaxing her grip, treating you as a human stress ball. An evil smirk spread across her face every single time she heard you yelp and squirm between her fingers, even if she felt you were so inferior that you weren't even worth looking down at.
"Dude, can I have a turn with him?" Bayley asked after parking the car.
"Not yet," Sasha answered. "As his Boss, I need to make sure he's properly broken into serving me first. Gotta make sure the little twerp knows who he belongs to."
"Smart thinking," Bayley chuckled. "At least when I next get a chance to be worshipped like the Role Model I am, I know that little idiot will have been properly trained."
You felt your blood run cold at the sadistic duo talking so casually about their plans for you. Worse still, their long-term plans.
At first, you had been excited to meet and interact with one of your favorite wrestlers in Sasha Banks.
Now, you yearned to escape her.
But you knew that was an impossibility.
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You cried out as you landed harshly on the bed, thrown forcefully down by the titanic Blueprint. Your impact caused your body to bounce, through you felt the whole world dip around you as Sasha quickly clambered onto the bed after you, stretching her legs out.
"Now, my little bitch, time to earn your keep and prove you deserve me to keep you alive. Undo my laces. And make it snappy!" she demanded, snapping her fingers loud enough to make you jump in fear.
The harsh glare in her eyes told you that any hesitancy would be punished, and you had no desire to incur the Boss' wrath. Scampering towards her boot-clad feet, you pull with all the might in your tiny body, trying your best to unlace the huge, rope-like laces. The whole time, Bayley and Sasha were commenting on your puny efforts.
"Oh wow, he is really going for it," Bayley observed.
"Of course! Even as stupid as the little bitch is, he knows not to piss off his Boss." Sasha then raised her voice, to make sure you heard. "If he does, I'm still working out the best way to dispose of him. Whether I'll sit on him, eat him, stomp him, or squish him between my boobs. Hey, maybe I'll even let you have the pleasure."
"That would be awesome!" Bayley whooped, ignoring your squeak of fear. But Sasha had made sure to pay close attention to your reaction the whole time, clearly wanting a reaction.
"Hahahahahahaha-HA!!" Sasha gave her signature Boss cackle. "Aww, is my little bitch boy scared?" she mocked in a baby voice. "Well fucking do your job! Boots off, now!!"
Moving your ass, you grabbed hold of the boot opening secured around your Boss' ankle, and pulled. You heaved with all your might, straining until finally the shoe was pulled off the gigantic foot, causing you to fall backward from the sudden release. As you laid there in a heap, you heard Bayley and Sasha roar with laughter at your expense.
"Good bitch, now the other!" Sasha demanded.
As much as you just wanted to rest and be left alone, you knew you had a job to do. Fearing further punishment, you scrambled to your feet and got to work on removing Sasha's other shoe, until your Boss' sock-covered feet were exposed. When Sasha ordered you to remove her socks, you did not waste any time in following her selfish orders.
"Who is your Boss, slave?" Sasha asked.
"You are, Mistress Sasha," you responded, your answer seeming to please the cruel giantess.
"Good bitch. Prove it, and kiss my feet."
As much as you were repulsed by the bare, gigantic feet with toes wiggled playfully in your direction, you knew you had no choice. If you wanted to survive a life under the Boss as pain-free as possible, you knew you had only one sane option.
Sasha cooed as her little shrunken pet got to work on kissing her feet, his tiny mouth planting pecks across every inch of her feet, swearing his loyalty to her. The power rush flowed through her, and she felt her job was complete, knowing she had broken any will he might have had.
Bayley yawned loudly. "Okay, he's broken now. I want to go to bed, but not before I get my turn. What do you think, bestie?"
Sasha nodded. "Okay, but not too long. I've still got a lot of stuff I want to do with him before I get some shut eye."
You shuddered with dread as Sasha passed you over to her best friend, knowing that this wasn't going to be good. And likely nor would be the rest of the night.
"Are you a good bitch now, you little idiot?" Bayley sneered down at you. "Well, I know exactly where you deserve to be."
Bayley lowered you down and around, and it became immediately clear what her favorite body part to torment you was. You'd spent some time underneath it earlier, and you were not looking forward to going another round.
Clad in baggy cargo pants, Bayley's titanic shelf of a booty was no less intimidating. That massive ass of destruction was so large, the rotund cheeks even filled out and pressed against the fabric of her baggy pants.
Although earlier in the night, you had been trapped underneath her cheeks, that wasn't your destination tonight. Bayley used one hand to pry her butt cheeks apart, before shoving you right in the valley between them, a deep cavern of crack. Once she'd gotten you as deep as she could against the fabric of her pants, she let her cheeks go.
You felt the twin spheres crash together against you, simultaneously rocking your brains and sealing you in tight inside this gigantic, nefarious Latina's buttcrack.
Even though you still had the layers of her underwear and cargo pants, it was still no less degrading and humiliation, being trapped between a voluptuous giantess' ass cheeks. Bayley even took a few steps to test you out, quickly finding you were hopelessly trapped, and the only thing that would dislodge you is if Bayley pulled you out of there - something she wasn't eager to do.
Sealed in your prison of ass and pants, you could hear Bayley and Sasha cackling away at your cheeky fate. You felt Bayley's blubbery cheeks wobble uncontrollably against your whole body with every step, and the lack of air you were getting with your head sealed in the vice-like grip between booty cheeks was a serious concern.
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