For the first time, Jim noticed the pile of clothing on the floor. He nudged it with his foot, and realized it was Julie's costume from the day before. He quickly realized it was the same outfit. It even smelled like Julie, for it had absorbed her body odor and perfume.

Jim and Julie were about the same size, but he was about to learn that their bodies were in very different shapes. When he failed to respond to the order, things happened very fast. Two men grabbed him and forced his arms behind him. His wrists were locked into leather cuffs which hung down from a steel cable running to a pulley in the ceiling. He heard the sound of a winch turning and felt his arms being pulled up behind him.

He was sure his shoulders would dislocate when his feet left the floor. He could not even see from the pain of hanging in mid-air in this pose. He screamed every time he moved, or was moved by the guards as they forcibly dressed him in the female attire.

No quarter was given as the garments were forced onto him and secured. The corset was laced to its tightest configuration. The nylons stretched taught and fastened to the garters. The spike heels forced onto his feet and buckled securely. Then they let him dangle while they applied a whip to his bare buttocks. twisted and turned like chaff on the wind as blow after blow fell.

When he was lowered, he somehow managed to maintain his balance on his unfamiliar stilts. His toes were soon screaming from the pain of being forced into the pointed toes of his wife's shoes. He was being cut in

half by the waist reducer she had been forced to endure the day before. His rear end blazed from its recent lashing.

He staggered about, ever mindful of the threat of what would happen if he failed to obey, or fell to the floor. He had been assured he would lifted back up and whipped again. Then he would be dropped, only to be stopped just before his toes hit the floor. Each drop would be further than the previous one, until his shoulders were hopelessly dislocated.

After he had learned to stand he was lead over to the pole his wife had mounted the day before. He was very glad to discover the dildoe was gone. At least he would be spared that humiliation.

He watched as they put some kind of a hollow tube on the pole. It was made of bright shiny steel. His cock was threaded through the hole in the tube and the tip just extended out the other end. He noticed a series of small holes along each side and the top and bottom of the tube. Their use soon became clear.

The woman took a steel pin, very sharp and pushed it into one of the holes. As he tried to pull away, she grabbed the exposed head of his penis and pulled him back in. Then she pushed the pin all the way through and out the matching hole on the other side. He nearly fainted from the shock and pain.

Ten more pins joined the first one, going through his man meat from every direction. He was firmly held in