Baroness takes her mind

Barbara’s head hung limp, her cum all over the stone floor. Blood marked here and there as well, where the whip had bit especially deep. The enslaved Karen’s milk was marked over her lips and face sloppily, her hair greasy with sweat as she heaved for breath.

Her face was dulled and Baroness took her riding crop to her chin gently, urging her face up. “How are we now?”
“Wh… what…?” Barb babbled.
“It’s Tuesday. You’ve lasted two days now, and I’m sure you’re very proud of that. I do so hate having to break my toys before I can even play with them. But today…” Baroness waggled the gun in the air. “You are mine…”

The waves shot from the hypno ray, the barbarian hanging limp in the chains. Baroness patted her cheeks. “Sweetheart. Time to wake up.”

Barb’s glazed eyes looked up at her. Baroness grinned. “Perfect. Girls!!”

A maid escorted in Baroness’ brainwashed girls. Monica, Casey, Mama Luv, and Kim the model entered, claimed already by her after the battle royal. “It is time we begin my plan… to rule the league!!” she gloated. “To OWN it!”