He put the gag back in and returned the ball to her left hand. He gently backed her into the maiden and positioned her left hand at what the others called the emergency tube. She could feel a multitude of studs, for the lack of a better word, press up against her body. Only her head was untouched. The head rested on something soft (foam rubber it turned out). The screech of the lid closing turned her fear back on and she moaned into her gag as she felt the studs in the front press into her. Her head was again pressed into foam, except for an inch round area circling her nose. She could feel fresh air with each breath and reasoned that there must be a grill there. .....