place, just as firmly and just as painfully as his wife had been. The collar was fastened tightly around his neck and the leash attached and used to pull him down.

As he bent forward, his head swinging closer to his wife's leaking pussy, he realized he was in the same position as she had been and was just as vulnerable. At that moment, he knew what the day held in store. He did not hear the man approach. He could not see him any more than his wife could the day before. He had no warning except the gleam in her eye when the first blow fell. He had no warning at all when the cock head first brushed his anal opening and began to deflower him.

He did hear the sharp intake of his wife's breath and thought for just a moment he saw a fleeting hint of a smile as he began to first plead and then to scream as his virginity joined hers. He thought of her torture the day before, and wondered if he would be able to survive. He knew that he would be carefully subjected to just the same amount of whipping and just the same number of big black cocks as she had received. What he could not remember was just how many men she had serviced.

Jim lost consciousness sometime during the day. For the entire afternoon, he seemed to float in and out of the world. He would begin to wake up only to feel the cut of a whip across his hot ass cheeks, or the friction of hot meat plunging into his sore and ravaged rear. Then he would float away again. Each time he woke up, he had just a moment when he thought it was all over, then he would feel the pain and know he was still being serviced like a female slut in heat.

Later that night he did awake to find himself in his cell, alone on the cold bunk. He groaned and tried to turn over only to discover himself wrapped in some kind of diaphanous silk binding. When he sorted himself out and stood up, he realized he was still wearing the feminine finery he had been forced into that morning.

His waist was compressed so tightly he could barely breath. His feet were forced into a high arch by his high heeled shoes which he could not remove. His legs were covered up to mid thigh by silken nylons. Over all this was a bright red silk and lace gown obviously designed for a woman to wear to bed with her lover.

He heard a sound and turned to find a guard standing in the cell doorway leering at the vision before him. The guard said nothing, just stared at Jim as he minced about trying to maintain his balance and his dignity. Then the guard smiled, muttered something about waiting until another day, and left. The lights went out leaving Jim in total darkness. Carefully he made his way back to the bunk and collapsed. Morning came along with bright sunlight. It was streaming through the bars of the window in the cell. This was something new. Jim did not remember any window. He stood up to examine the wall and realized the space had been covered before. The covering had been removed while he was being tortured the day before, and in his delirium and the darkness of the night, he had not realized the change.

As he stared out through his bars, he saw a courtyard of men. Men who seemed to be staring at him. As they