Bernice closed her eyes briefly at Virago looked back at her. "I meant longer term, what are you going to do with us?" A few minutes later, she was tossed over his shoulder like a sack of meat. His powerful hand pressed on her muscled thighs, holding her steady. She grunted as she was dropped onto the trolley, letting out a loud whimper as her bruised sex was violently jarred. She stretched as she was untied and then scowled when her hands were lashed tight to the bed. She grunted louder as her muscled legs were pulled up into the stirrups. "Ow..." she whimpered as the rusty forceps forced her lips open. "Are those even sanitary?" He finally started actually cleaning. "Thank you."