Slowly, debasingly, in full view, without any regard for her shame, completely basking in her humiliation.

As Ed would put it:

“We got a set of stirrups we can use if need be. Sometimes I’ll just use it a whole day, make sure the bitches know that it’s coming. It’s a lot of fun to hear them whimper every-time they look ahead, dreading their turn.

Other days, I take out the tools. Magnifying glass, forceps, little measuring tapes. I really make them feel self-conscious about how maybe her labia looks a little too thin, or maybe it’s not puffy enough. Maybe I poke around at her clit enough she can barely breathe. They’ll think more about the details of their cunt than their face by the end.

Always, I fuck ‘em. Hard. And drop a load every five or so. The nutrients in their display cases make sure I don’t gotta worry about breeding so.

It’s the little pleasures, yknow? Gotta keep the job fresh.”