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The rope around her wrists which had long since stopped taking her weight was carefully cut through the bag and removed and there she hung in a bow, frozen in a dive: a black worm with full firm breasts thrusting proudly in front of her, glowing pink with sunburn in the dying light. A mosquito landed to take advantage of the exposed and defenseless tender flesh. "What I would like is a piece of flexible tubing for her to breathe through", Sir told Ted. They brainstormed a bit and then left her to build it out of sections of toilet paper tube cut into a ribcage form, encased in a condom. The tip was cut off and the rim was taped over her mouth. So that it hung down towards her breasts.
"She looks like a worm". Ted declared. "Exactly. She IS a worm, so she should look like one. But that is only for effect. She is being punished." She could hear Sir walking away from her as he talked, calling back to Ted from the fire pit. "Do you recall me specifically telling our worm not to scratch herself like the flea-bitten bitch that she is?" "Yeah.?" "Well she kept doing it all day, today. Only when she thought I was not looking, but I saw her do it, and could see the red scratches".