“You gonna stay in shape uppity white bitch, you gotta look good for when we start pimpin’ you out to the other gangs. We all jus’ love gettin’ you sweet high-society white bitches down here on our turf. Now let’s see how far we can get this wine bottle up that classy pink snatch of yours.”
Hans had just received the latest shipment of toys from his manufacturers in West Berlin and, as usual, hewould test them for effectiveness on his Russian slavegirl. He invited the usual buyers who would stock these items in their stores and they all showed up promptly at 8:00 p.m. Natasha begged but Hans only smiled as he took her out from the cage and tied her arms behind her and to a rope in the ceiling… “You cost me ten thousand, slave… now it’s time to pay me back, every fucking cent…!”
