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Kayden Faye stands in the stocks, her black hair falling forward as she balances on her toes. The nose hooks pull her head back while cyd tightens the leather straps around her thighs. She can't move without the chains biting deeper into her wrists and ankles. The cane comes down hard across her ass—once, twice—leaving red welts that she can't rub away. He hogties her on the cold floor next, forcing her body into a tight arch until every muscle screams. She never gets a moment to catch her breath. Just more rope, more pressure, more pain that leaves her exhausted and marked before he's done.