In the dimly lit office of Dr. Sad. Avengelique, a fresh sperm donation is being prepared today.

The red-rubber-clad doctor, Dr. Avengelique, secures her trembling rubber slave to the gynecological chair—legs up, ass and penis completely exposed, helplessly spread.

She begins the examination: cold latex fingers palpate the testicles, kneading, pulling, squeezing until he whimpers. Then the speculum—slowly inserted into his anus, 

spread open until the hole gapes wide and she can see deep inside.

Palpation of the prostate, pressure build-up, mild electrostimulation—the slave twitches, moans, begs, but he is not allowed to come.

The doctor laughs coldly: "Your semen belongs to me—and I decide when it comes out."

Intensive preparation, check-ups – until the slave is nothing more than a trembling, dripping vessel.