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"This wasn't the deal El!" Lazuli shouted as if trying to drown out the sound of tape being wound tightly around her legs, mummifying everything but her knees, shoulders and head in a thick silver cocoon   "We agreed on a punishment for whoever lost the first to five-" The brunette pauses briefly, biting down on the tape closest to the roll.   The adhesive ribbon flattens out just under her knees before her feet are wriggled into the mono-boot of the sleeping bag. Lazuli's heart sinks with the slow pull of the sleepsack's zipper, every inch it moves cementing her fate like nails being struck into a coffin. The belts may be more fitting with that.   El takes great pleasure in pulling the belts slowly and then yanking them hard to tighten them. Laz has to stifle her moans each time knowing how perceptive her captor is   "B-But you only won four matches!" Her leather encased heels stomp hard against the floor, tape creaking while her upper body raises up. "You can't be that sore after