Tindra Frost's eyes water as the cold metal gag is forced between her teeth, the cruel device stretching her jaw wide. She's secured to a chair, her wrists and ankles bound with rough ropes, as her dominatrix smirks. The tickle torment begins, feathers and brushes dancing over her sensitive skin, making her laugh and squirm. But the amusement turns to fear as a gas mask is clamped over her face, and a hissing sound fills her ears. She struggles, her chest heaving, as an unknown gas fills her lungs, her vision blurring as she fights to maintain consciousness.