Pity

Maryse feels sorry for lonely Bo Dallas. (Het, femdom, degradation/humiliation, anal)

Bo Dallas sat down on top of a garbage cart in his singlet, because he was garbage. He felt so low he wanted to cry, but was too depressed to actually do so. Even though he'd tried so hard to stop being obnoxious and annoying, and look and act cool because he was hanging with the Miz now, everyone still hated him. Nobody wanted to pound his ass in the showers, and he'd offered it to everyone, even Rich Swann, even though he doubted he'd ever be the same after him. He pouted behind his stringy hair, and waited for someone to take pity on him and ask him what was wrong. Before long, he heard the familiar click-clack of Maryse's come-fuck-me boots. She was still dressed in one of her weird costumes, a glittery black bikini bottom, leather bustier, and floor-length vinyl coat.

"Why are you sitting here moping around?" She demanded, and Bo gave her a tentative smile, but she didn't give him a chance to reply. "Why are you smiling? Did someone find a cure for ugly?"

Bo's face fell, and Maryse laughed. "Do you know why nobody wants you? It's because you're a pig." She jabbed his stomach with her finely-manicured index finger. "Where are your abs? You're supposed to be a WWE superstar, and you're all flabby, like a pig. You've got a pig nose; a flat, square butt; and gap teeth. You are not a handsome man like my husband. You're ugly. I deeply regret that you were paired up with us. My husband and I don't like you. Curtis doesn't like you. Hell, your own brother doesn't even like you. Nobody likes you, Bo."

Now, most folks would have been upset if they'd been in his place, but Bo was thoroughly turned on by Maryse's words. He was glad he was sitting down, kind of hard to hide a hard on in a singlet otherwise. He deserved bullying, taunting, degradation, humiliation, because he was garbage.

"You smell like a pig, too, like you don't wash good in the shower. You're disgusting. I wish someone would come along and throw you in that garbage cart, because that's where you belong."

"Yes, Ma'am, I completely agree. I am not a man. I am human garbage. I do not even deserve to look upon you." Bo replied, his eyes downcast.

"Eh, you're half-right. You don't deserve to cast your pathetic eyes upon me. You're garbage, but you're not human. You're a nasty, disgusting, filthy pig, a sack of the nastiest, moldiest rotten garbage that a homeless person wouldn't even eat from."

"You're right, Ma'am, I-" A sharp slap to the face cut off his reply, and sticky precum leaked from his hard cock.

"You are a pig, you are to talk like one. I'll bet you squeal like a pig when you're greased and fucked, don't you?" Maryse seized a handful of his hair, raking his scalp with her nails, and tugged on it hard. "Come, piggy. I want to hear you squeal." She dragged him by his hair into stinking janitor's closet, then kicked him in the ass towards the drain and tap.

"Take off those ridiculous clothes, get on your hands and knees, and wash yourself, piggy," Maryse ordered. "You are filthy, disgusting."

Bo grunted and snorted in response, a pig's version of "Yes, Ma'am", and took off his boots, socks, pads, and finally his singlet. He got down on his hands and knees in the basin, his short, thin cock sticking out stiffly from a mass of black pubic hair.

"Hurry up, you smell even worse now."

Bo grunted, and rinsed himself with the black rubber hose. Maryse threw a cake of soap into the basin. "Use that, piggy. Make sure you wash everywhere, I can still smell you."

Bo used the soap, and rinsed, and grunted to tell her he was clean. But Maryse shook her head. "No, I can still smell you. Wash yourself again."

He obeyed, and stayed obediently on all fours for her inspection, even though he was kind of cold. She made a disgusted noise, and shuddered. "You really are repulsive. Do you even know how gross you are?"

He nodded, and Maryse smacked him hard on the ass with a hairbrush. "No, like a pig, remember?"

So, instead, he grunted.

"Your ass looks like two pieces of old bologna. Just as flat, too. Yet, you seem to think it's a treasure."

Bo grunted eagerly in response, and wagged his backside. Another disgusted noise, and a series of smacks from the hairbrush followed. "Take that soap and put it in your filthy crack. Get it nice and soapy, piggy."

He obeyed, lubing up his ass with the cake of soap.

"Good, now you are greased," Maryse said, with a touch of kindness in her voice for the first time, but it was fleeting. "And now you are fucked." She began inserting the handle of the hairbrush into him. "Squeal, piggy!"

Oh, and squeal he did, a pig in ecstasy. His left hand went to his cock, and began jacking it as Maryse fucked him with the hairbrush handle. It wasn't long before his squeals became human pants, moans, and groans, and Maryse pulled the hairbrush out, but it was too late, he was already cumming. As he lay in the basin recovering, she threw the brush at him, and spat in his hair. "You make me sick," she said, before turning away and heading out the door.