The Room Service

Madame Wu's organization did not disappear with her death. Mila discovered that the organization had spread to several underground locations in the city, where the same perverse and degenerate activities continued. Mila found what could be the main headquarters of the network and decided to put an end to it once and for all by herself, killing its leaders.

At the door, there was an armed guard, distractedly smoking a cigarette...

Mila took her out quickly and silently, hiding the body among some garbage containers. "That's where you belong, scum!" Aware that from now on, it wouldn't be so easy.

Kicking the door with her thick-soled boots, she burst into the den like a whirlwind. The four sluts inside barely had time to react.

Hit by the door, the first one was knocked out immediately. The second received a tremendous punch to the nose, shattering her nasal septum into her skull, dead on the spot...

Taking advantage of the element of surprise, she knocked out the third one with a direct hook to the pit of her stomach.

Finishing her off with a neck hold until it cracked.

And ending the first one, still dazed, by strangling her to death with her bare hands.

Like dragging useless bundles on a cleaning day, Mila piled up the lifeless bodies of the three sluts without a second thought, stacking them among piles of junk around.

She ventured into the corridors of the ground floor. Before long, she heard the squeaking of wheels from an old laundry cart, pushed by one of the lower-ranking sex slaves. She quickly dispatched her and stole her clothes. Once again, Mila found herself dressing as a submissive whore to satisfy her thirst for vengeance!

Inside, three women were joking among themselves. Two others lay lifeless on filthy sofas. The room smelled of leather, lubricant, sweat, and sex. Another wild orgy had taken place...

"About time, scum!" one of the "ladies" snapped. "Do you think those two whores are going to walk out of here on their own?" she added, pointing at the corpses. "Your sluggishness will be promptly corrected once you fulfill your task... Come on! What are you waiting for!"

Without a word, Mila delivered a powerful elbow strike to the screaming woman's neck base, causing her to scream in pain, collapse, and spit blood. The other two turned towards her, wide-eyed.

Before the body of the first woman hit the ground lifeless, Mila swiftly turned aside and landed a tremendous punch to the face of the apparent leader of the group.

She collapsed onto the table. The third woman tried to flee, running as fast as her 12cm-heeled boots allowed... which wasn't much! Without hesitation, Mila grabbed a gun from the table and shot her.

The "leader" of the group regained consciousness briefly, but Mila was ahead of her, starting to strangle her with a piece of cable she had hidden in the shaft of her boot.

The unfortunate soul breathed her last in a wet gurgle. Mila loaded her corpse and threw it into the laundry cart. She repeated the same with the other bodies...

While loading the body of the first Domina she had killed, Mila concluded that there shouldn't be many more in the place. Those clandestine dungeons usually didn't have more than a handful of mistresses...

Following the corridors, she finally reached the elevator area connecting the basements with the rest of the building. Another woman approached one of the elevators. From her demeanor and how she talked to the armed guard watching over it, Mila had no doubt that this must be another one of the mistresses.

As soon as the woman turned the corner, she fell into Mila's hands. With a swift move, Mila immobilized her using a chokehold, breaking her neck. She didn't even have time to scream!

Mila threw the body at the feet of the distracted guard, who approached more surprised than alarmed. "That bitch must be pretty messed up!" Mila thought to herself.

Mila slipped behind her and with a quick twist, broke her neck.

At this point, Mila sorted through the pile of bodies she had stacked. The two whores who died of overdoses during the orgy and the guard were hidden among the garbage bins on the side of the lobby...

...while only the high-ranking dominatrixes were loaded onto the cart.

Somewhat tired but satisfied, Mila pressed the button for the laundry floor. Her cold revenge was not yet finished, but the raid had been quite fruitful... Four of Madame Wu's perverse lackeys had died that day!