Like fiends in an old Universal monster movie, Majors and Margold remind us what great fun it is to be totally wicked. They torture poor Stefani Weaver, who has strayed from under their control, with heinous and repugnant acts that leave her rolling on the floor in agony. Majors, his hair standing out like live wires, is obviously suffering from dementia as he clatters around his dungeon set in a wheelchair, legs covered in a macramé shawl. The redhead's vulnerable bosom is exposed and inflicted with a series of injuries. "Your body is not yours any more," lectures faithful retainer Margold, as her sensitive aureole is lined with clothespins. Majors staggers to his feet and wraps a plastic bag over her head, cutting off her oxygen. She asphyxiates while Margold frigs her cunt to a reluctant orgasm. Thrown, naked and bruised, into a rusty birdcage, she begs for a drink of water. With mocking laughter, Margold pees in her face. She must swallow these humiliations until she comprehends her fate. Will Weaver come to desire the disruption of mind and body this treatment wreaks on her? Probably... but not until part two.