Stephanie's eyes fluttered open, and yet only darkness greeted her. How many days had passed since she had fallen into the clutches of the Inflatrix? How many hours had she spent god knows where, shackled to the wall, gagged and blindfolded. She had been deprived of mobility, and dignity if the cold feeling against her bare rear was any indication. Sounds of perverse, pneumatic passion reached her ears every few hours: the rubbery hiss of a 'balloon' inflating, whimpers from the occupants of neighboring cells, and the occassional pop.
