Casey had tied her securely, and had run a very small chain through her nipple rings as well, securing it to the small branches. There was no order to remain standing: there was no need. The pain and damage to her nipples would be unbearable if she tried to crouch or sit. Her hands and feet were loosely attached to the tree trunk, allowing her all the movement she wanted, a mockery considering the chain. Claire had been standing there for over an hour, sometimes talking with him, sometimes being told to hush. She had complained just a bit but Casey's firm swipe with the flogger had reminded her of her place. Now she was becoming restless, her bare back shone with a light film of perspiration because of the warm day, a few occasional gnats and flies tormenting her by crawling on the sweaty skin of her neck and shoulders.

She could get some relief at first by leaning in against the tree. Casey didn't seem to object. But it was a large old ash with rough bark, and after a short...

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