| As
the scene begins Rubbergirl is sealed between two sheets of heavy clear
vinyl which have been glued or sewn together to create a large, clear,
fairly airtight bag resistant to stretching. The bag, when flat, is about
ten feet long by four feet wide. She is dressed in her trademark suit
and inflatable hood, with inflatable mittens over her fisted hands. A
hose stretches out from the hood through a port in the bag to facilitate
breathing. When Rubbergirl is hooded Vidking brings out the other ingredients
for the scene: numerous large, clear, uninflated balloons (like the 36"
ones available from Qualatex), and a few pounds of dry ice in a cooler.
The dry ice is ground into a powder using a cheap coffee grinder. A measured
amount is then put into each of the balloons, and the balloons are placed
into the cooler containing the dry ice. Rubbergirl is placed in the bag
through a pair of zippers which are closed behind her. The bag is then
inflated to capacity using a canister type vacuum cleaner. The bag rapidly
fills and the walls become firm from the air pressure, creating a self
standing vinyl cylinder with spherical ends. RubberGirl discovers that
she is free to move about inside the turgid enclosure. At this point VidKing
and a few observers quickly grab balloons out of the cooler and add a
few ounces of hot water to each. Once the water is added, the balloon
is tied shut. The balloon is then tossed into Rubbergirl's enclosure.
In a matter of a few minutes around two dozen of the devious devices are
added to her environment. |
As
soon as the water and dry ice meet the powdered C02 begins to suck the
heat from the warm liquid. The powder sublimates directly to gas, and
the balloons begin to swell. As the balloons grow larger and become more
transparent the observers can see the bubbles erupting from each small
puddle of water surrounding the ice. Inside the bag Rubbergirl knows only
that she has been hit a number of times by small hard balls, apparently
being thrown at her. "How terribly unerotic," she thinks. "I've been wrapped
up, taped down, sucked in, and shown out, but never pelted." Inside the
bubble Rubbergirl waits. The last balloon bounces gently off her backside.
Given no alternative, she waits some more. The inflatable hood prevents
her from seeing the growth of her cohabitants. The damping effect of the
two pressurized latex membranes surrounding her head prevents her from
hearing the bubbles at work. The longer she waits unmolested the more
apprehensive she becomes. What was Vidking planning? Why was he not binding
her further or caressing her body? She never had to wait this long in
the vac-bed before the air was sucked out and she was immobilized. Outside
the enclosure Vidking and his friends relax in surrounding chairs and
wait. They watch intently as Rubbergirl crawls to and fro inside her bondage
bubble. Those not directly involved in the bondage of the exhibited captive
enjoy vodka martinis provided by their gracious host. Slowly but surely
the potentially huge clear latex spheres grow larger, asserting their
presence inside the plastic womb. The blind and deaf Rubbergirl cannot
detect the subtle growth of the balloons. |
As
the minutes pass the maiden assumes that her tight suit, hood and mittens
may be the extent of her restraint. For lack of other diversion, the tightly
garbed woman crawls about the ever-shrinking free space of her confinement.
It is during this activity that Rubbergirl notices the balloons. Her large
round mittens bump against the rubber spheres. The balloons squeak and
squelch out from under her shins as she crawls. As she continues to move
about the tube she realizes that the small, supple orbs which a few minutes
ago had yielded to her as she crawled about the transparent apparatus
are now large enough to inconvenience her movements slightly. As she moves
around the tube she becomes aware that her motions are being increasingly
impeded by the balloons. Rubbergirl begins to panic and tries to escape.
She crawls and stumbles through the tube as fast as she can manage, always
dragging her air hose behind her. She thinks back in her mind to the muffled
zipping sound behind her that barely penetrated the damping effect of
the hood surrounding her head. Her many blind trips wading back and forth
through the balloons have disoriented her beyond remembering the direction
of the sound. |