The goons beat her for a while

Ilsa lifted Mama by her tits, squeezing them until milk dripped between her fingertips. She laughed. “This is one sweet deal… and to think anybody here would kill to take my place.” She swung Mama up by her tits, smashing her onto her knee in a backbreaker.

Amazon grabbed Mama by the throat, taking her from Ilsa’s grip before she could recover. She threw Mama stomach-down on her waiting knee. Mama heaved and gagged for air. “Alvays vant to spank zis flabby ass.”

She smashed her powerful palm down on Mama’s ass, making it red in seconds and not letting up. Ilsa squatted down in front of Mama.

“Much as we love this, Boss Bitch wants you to work for her and her alone. She could make it worth your while. Trust us. We made a small fortune just for whoopin’ your sorry ass.”

“Never (AH!) punks (AH!).”
“Wrong answer.” Ilsa punched her dead in the face.