began to gather around the outside of the window, Jim realized what they would be seeing. A rather attractive, but clearly well used, woman in very sexy attire. He could hear some of the remarks as they continued to stare at him and to make suggestions about how he could take care of them and their needs.

"Make friend with your future inmates,' a voice startled him. "You and your wife will soon be transferred to the general prison population. I am certain you will both be well treated and well used by all those horny men!”

The voice belonged to his tormentor. Jim paled as he thought of what the words meant. After his last day in the torture room, he had no doubt that both he and his wife would be dressed like whores, paraded around the courtyard outside and then left to be ravaged by the near animals which were already drooling after his feminized body. He would be forced to watch as his wife was taken in every way possible. Then he would be used in the same way, suffering every indignity that she endured.

For now, he was hauled away, stumbling along in his high heels, and led back to the torture room. There he found his wife already screaming. She was wearing only a garter belt, long fishnet hose and spike heels. Her legs had been spread apart until she was in a split position, her hips nearly dislocated. Her hands were drawn behind her back and strapped into place in a very painful reverse prayer position. She seemed to be bound to a long steel bar which ran from one ankle to another, with a large circle at her crotch.

As he watched a clamp was placed on her chest at the base of her large breasts. As it tightened, her boobs were forced into tight balls sticking out from her chest. When they stopped, she looked like her breasts would split apart from the slightest touch.

The did not. A whip proved she could take much more as stroke after stroke caressed the balls of pain. She screamed, but she could not move form her obscene position as she was whipped until both tits were a mass of red with only the brown nipples still their original color.

Tight bands at the base of each nipple had trapped blood as it flowed into the nipple and engorged them. They stuck out like sausages from the center of each mound of tit flesh.

When the whipping stopped, Julie stopped screaming, but only for a moment. She quickly began again as she saw the steel rings and the pointed steel pin which would be used to further enslave her. The rings were heavy duty steel lifting rings. There was an opening where the ring ends did not quite meet. One of the ends was sharpened to a point on each ring.

At this point, Jim himself was placed in restraint. His high heeled feet were spread apart and chains quickly secured each foot to rings in the floor. His legs were spread so far apart he thought his hips would pop out of their sockets. His arms were brought behind his back and laced into a single glove which forced his elbows together and held his arms straight.

A cable from the end of the glove ran up to a pulley in