Goddess Sombra and I are connoisseurs of slave tears. This one was acting naughty for a bit and we had to knock the sense back into him. Now he is behaving quite nicely but the damage has been done. We see his attempt to rectify his erroneous ways but we are still in the mood to shred him. We want to make him cry for mercy, knowing that he is attempting to redeem his ruined reputation. Can he handle both of us at once? Two whips, tearing into his flesh. Two women, menacingly toying with him as he hangs the helplessly taking blow after blow. His body is trashed. Can he take a few more stroke...

Goddess Sombra and I are connoisseurs of slave tears. This one was acting naughty for a bit and we had to knock the sense back into him. Now he is behaving quite nicely but the damage has been done. We see his attempt to rectify his erroneous ways but we are still in the mood to shred him. We want to make him cry for mercy, knowing that he is attempting to redeem his ruined reputation. Can he handle both of us at once? Two whips, tearing into his flesh. Two women, menacingly toying with him as he hangs the helplessly taking blow after blow. His body is trashed. Can he take a few more strokes of My hellcat manicure? Why do I not find out by trying...

We will whip him until he is dry and devoid of all hope. Broken. That is how all men should be.