Baroness tortures her fallen foes

“Welcome, my good ladies, to the castle Winters. Do enjoy my hospitality all you can.”

Mama Luv, Casey Luv, Tess, Monica, and Kim all awoke chained to a brick wall in a dungeon. The Baroness was there, dressed in a regal gown, cut extra low to show off her extensive cleavage. Her maids were lined up behind her. “What a fine bunch of specimens I have for my newest slaves,” she cackled.

“Sistah, we ain’t bein nobody’s slaves,” Monica spat.
“Of course. They all say that, don’t they ladies?” Her maids nodded obediently. “Why, Natasha, didn’t you once say you’d sooner take your life than serve me?”

One of the dark-haired maids nodded sharply. “That was back when she was the Kungfu Queen, mind you. But I broke her just like the rest. And it should be oh so much fun with you lot. The reformed heel Casey, for example. You’ll be changing sides once again, I’m afraid.”

“Not unless I put mah homegrown boot up yer ass I won’t.”
“Charming. Ah, and the oafish candy girl. You’ll find your sweets are second to serving me. And the charming ethnic girl. An inferior specimen to be sure, but we can make room in the servant’s quarters.”

“Soon as I get outta these…” Monica growled.
“And the lovely Kim. Shame we were partners once. That was all before I saw just HOW inferior you are to me. And the beautiful Mama Luv. Somehow, there was the error that you were the sexiest woman in the league. I’m sure it’s not your fault, dearest, so I won’t hold it against you and clear that up right away.”

She held out a hand and a maid handed her a long flail. “NOW BEGINS YOUR TRAINING, LITTLE LADIES!! BOW TO YOUR NEW QUEEN! YOUR NEW CHAMPION!!”