Priscilla is standing in defeat.

Between Scenes, she was able to dry off.

That said, things still aren't going well for her.

She's tied standing up by some rocks and a tree.
Rope is holding her up right, while a bar keeps her legs spread.

She's gagged and waiting for Sarge...

He arrives after they get enough footage of her struggling.

"You made me work, bitch. Now you're going to suffer for it."

He goes up next to her and fondles her tits with one hand.
The other hand holds her steady.

"These- I'm going to punish these."
Priscilla gulps.

He pulls a wooden clip from his pocket...

...and snaps it onto her right breast.
She doesn't like the sensation

"Now the other one."
He does it slowly this time, making the anticipation build.

The clip is held right in front of her nipple and he waits 10 seconds to let go.

He fondles the tit, which is now sore from the new adornment.

"That was just the first part.
Ready for the next one?"
Priscilla sadly nods.