She is naked and shackled to the spider chair, a ball gag buckled into her mouth. He has her in the darkness of The Attic. Her neck has a metal collar around it and a chain running to the ceiling. She is squarely attached to the heavy chair. She keeps looking around, trying to get a feel for her surroundings. A family of baby birds can be heard screaming loudly off to one corner. JR comes in with a large, clear plastic bag. When she realizes he is about to pull it over her head she starts to panic. She tries to move away from the bag but she is caught. Once he has it completely pulled down over her head he ties it off with a leather cord. She starts to whine and a sense of terror creeps into the sounds she makes. It is warm in the attic and she starts to sweat inside the bag. Her glasses are foggy and moisture drips down her face. When the oxygen becomes so thin she gasp for breath he unties the cord sealing the bag around her neck. She sucks in air deeply, her relief unmistakable. But he doesn't give her any time at all to enjoy the new found fresh air. He simply pulls the bag back down over her head just as soon as he removed it. He fucks with her. Teasing her, giving it to her and then taking it away before she can get satisfaction. When he brings out the Hitachi and places it onto her cunt her demeanor completely changes. She sounds like she just ran a 400 yard race as fast as she could. Her head seems to convulse. JR lets her know she needs to ask permission before cumming. Immediately she does. Her eyes seem to roll back in her head, she can barely get the question out between gasps for air that she can't keep up with. He makes her repeat it several times. Beg for it. Copious amounts of slobber pool around her ball gag and fall down her face, caught in the bag. When he gives her permission she starts to hyperventilate. Her face distorts and her eyes disappear. Her orgasm seems to last forever. When she is spent he pulls the bag back over her head, ties it off and leaves her.