¡Encontramos semen en la terraza! Junto con la señorita Lilou-Marlou, el pequeño murciélago gótico y la señora Hécate, interrogo a cuatro sospechosos en nuestra cárcel privada para descubrir quién escapó y eyaculó sin autorización. Sacamos a los prisioneros de la celda uno por uno, y ellos se arrodillan ante nosotras mientras los presionamos con golpes y palabras duras. Escupo directamente en la cara y la boca del primero perdedor para que confiese haberse masturbado viendo mis películas. Humillamos a los hombres y los usamos como bacines vivientes para obtener la verdad de ellos. Cualquiera que no proporcione respuestas creíbles o que oculte el momento de su último clímax experimentará toda nuestra severidad y será encerrado nuevamente en la jaula.

El idioma del clip es inglés

My strict girlfriends Miss Lilou Marlou, Little Goth Bat, Mistress Hecate and I line up willing asses and put them to the test. We compare shapes and deliver hard flat-hand smacks, until the skin glows bright pink. Our sharp nails dig in deep, paddles and brutal slaps rip loud screams and pathetic whimpers out of them. I climb onto the back of one slave and make myself comfortable.while we continue to punish relentlessly. Asses turn red, purple and blue, our perfect handprints burn into the flesh. Each of us checks which ass screams the loudest and colors the hottest. In the end we crown the winner, making him drop to his knees to kiss our feet and thank us.

Clip language is English

Three slaves lie at our feet. Little Goth Bat, Mistress Hecate, and I make them breathe in the intense sweat trapped in our boots. They lick the heels spotless, polishing them with their tongues until everything shines. One boy takes the heel deep down his throat, sucking on it like a filthy bitch. We pass the slaves around so that each tastes the dirt of different shoes. One lies flat on the ground and must lick the dirty sole of our heels. In the blazing Greek sun our feet collected a lot of sweat and now their tongues will serve us as towels. We slip off our shoes. Our slaves crawl closer, eager to kiss our damp soles and lick our bare feet from top to bottom. I shove my toes into my servant ́s open mouths and make hin suffer. We spit on them, mixing saliva with sweat and command them to swallow. They must lick every single millimeter of our feet and toes, until they are perfectly cleaned from their eager tongues.